Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Warrior ❯ Midori Okuda's Story ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Kousa the Desert Goddess 
The sad tale of our warrior, Midori. No spoilers here! Gotta read to find out!
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.13.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 689 | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
The sad tale of our warrior, Midori. No spoilers here! Gotta read to find out!
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.13.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 689 | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Do I have to say it in big bold letters? Okay then: I DO NOT OWN FUSHIGI
YUUGI.
~***~
Forgotten Warrior
Chapter Two: Midori Okuda's Story
~***~
Once, as my heart remembers,
all the stars were fallen embers.
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you.
--Fallen Embers, Enya
~***~
"Revenge?" said Hotohori. "For what?"
"For the death of my family." Midori sighed. "I am from a line of proud warriors. Even
my sisters were skilled in the arts of war. When I lived, there were not only the Nyan
Nyan who serve Taiitsu-kun, but many other groups of lesser goddesses. My mother was
one of the Kana Kana, a group of goddesses who served Byakko and were keepers of a
great library of ancient scrolls.
"I was raised in Sairou until I was thirteen, leaving the village we lived in for solitary
training in the mountains of Kutou. But three years later, when I returned, it was a
slaughterhouse."
Chiriko gulped. "What happened?"
The living ghost's eyes narrowed to thin slits. "The village was on fire. People were
screaming all around me, trying to get away from the flames. I ran to my family's dojo,
the carnage getting worse as I got closer. When I finally got to the dojo, I looked in one
of the windows, and I saw that it was too late for my family." His voice cracked, and he
was unable to continue for a long time.
Finally he was able to continue. "They were tied to the pillar, screaming in agony. I still
hear those screams in my sleep. But it was the smell that I remember most--the smell of
burning flesh."
He paused, the slow reality of his words sinking into the others' minds. "I couldn't save
them. The flames were too hot, and they were closing in on me. Even if I could save
them, it wouldn't matter."
"What kind of person would do such a thing?" Miaka said in disbelief.
"That's what I asked myself. For months I wandered, determined to find and kill the one
who had burned my family alive. When I did, the reality of who he was made all sense.
He was a seishi of Seiryuu."
"Who was it?" asked Tamahome. "Nakago?"
"No. His name was Miboshi, the dark monk. He killed my family because my father
wouldn't give his support to Kutou. But I wanted to end my mission at the very source of
all my suffering: Seiryuu himself. I entered his Shinzaho and challenged him. With the
last of my magic, I sent him back to the astral plane. But it drained me completely. I
almost died.
"Then I heard a voice telling me that my soul would be kept safe until it was found by a
shichiseishi of Suzaku, and I would be able to have my vengeance. That has already
happened. Now I must find Seiryuu and destroy him."
"There's no way to do that, no da," Chichiri protested. "Seiryuu may only be summoned
by his miko, no da. Until then, he can't enter this world, no da."
Midori's eyes widened. "Things have changed. In my time, the four gods could be
summoned by someone who knew the incantation and possessed their scrolls. I suppose
that Taiitsu-kun has changed things." He looked at Miaka. "I take it you are Suzaku no
Miko?"
Miaka nodded. "My friend Yui and I were at the library in our world when we found the
book--"
She related to him everything that had occurred up to the present moment. Midori
nodded at her conclusion and cast his glance at the tessen on the table in the room.
Touching the cool metal, he received a flurry of information into his mind. He picked it
up, and walked to the window.
After sweeping the ground below with his piercing gaze, he turned back to the group.
"There were prying ears outside during our conversation. We must leave, for he means to
tell Nakago all he has learned."
"Oh, great," Tamahome said with a sigh. "Here we go again."
"Hurry," Midori said, more urgently. "We have no time to lose!"
YUUGI.
~***~
Forgotten Warrior
Chapter Two: Midori Okuda's Story
~***~
Once, as my heart remembers,
all the stars were fallen embers.
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you.
--Fallen Embers, Enya
~***~
"Revenge?" said Hotohori. "For what?"
"For the death of my family." Midori sighed. "I am from a line of proud warriors. Even
my sisters were skilled in the arts of war. When I lived, there were not only the Nyan
Nyan who serve Taiitsu-kun, but many other groups of lesser goddesses. My mother was
one of the Kana Kana, a group of goddesses who served Byakko and were keepers of a
great library of ancient scrolls.
"I was raised in Sairou until I was thirteen, leaving the village we lived in for solitary
training in the mountains of Kutou. But three years later, when I returned, it was a
slaughterhouse."
Chiriko gulped. "What happened?"
The living ghost's eyes narrowed to thin slits. "The village was on fire. People were
screaming all around me, trying to get away from the flames. I ran to my family's dojo,
the carnage getting worse as I got closer. When I finally got to the dojo, I looked in one
of the windows, and I saw that it was too late for my family." His voice cracked, and he
was unable to continue for a long time.
Finally he was able to continue. "They were tied to the pillar, screaming in agony. I still
hear those screams in my sleep. But it was the smell that I remember most--the smell of
burning flesh."
He paused, the slow reality of his words sinking into the others' minds. "I couldn't save
them. The flames were too hot, and they were closing in on me. Even if I could save
them, it wouldn't matter."
"What kind of person would do such a thing?" Miaka said in disbelief.
"That's what I asked myself. For months I wandered, determined to find and kill the one
who had burned my family alive. When I did, the reality of who he was made all sense.
He was a seishi of Seiryuu."
"Who was it?" asked Tamahome. "Nakago?"
"No. His name was Miboshi, the dark monk. He killed my family because my father
wouldn't give his support to Kutou. But I wanted to end my mission at the very source of
all my suffering: Seiryuu himself. I entered his Shinzaho and challenged him. With the
last of my magic, I sent him back to the astral plane. But it drained me completely. I
almost died.
"Then I heard a voice telling me that my soul would be kept safe until it was found by a
shichiseishi of Suzaku, and I would be able to have my vengeance. That has already
happened. Now I must find Seiryuu and destroy him."
"There's no way to do that, no da," Chichiri protested. "Seiryuu may only be summoned
by his miko, no da. Until then, he can't enter this world, no da."
Midori's eyes widened. "Things have changed. In my time, the four gods could be
summoned by someone who knew the incantation and possessed their scrolls. I suppose
that Taiitsu-kun has changed things." He looked at Miaka. "I take it you are Suzaku no
Miko?"
Miaka nodded. "My friend Yui and I were at the library in our world when we found the
book--"
She related to him everything that had occurred up to the present moment. Midori
nodded at her conclusion and cast his glance at the tessen on the table in the room.
Touching the cool metal, he received a flurry of information into his mind. He picked it
up, and walked to the window.
After sweeping the ground below with his piercing gaze, he turned back to the group.
"There were prying ears outside during our conversation. We must leave, for he means to
tell Nakago all he has learned."
"Oh, great," Tamahome said with a sigh. "Here we go again."
"Hurry," Midori said, more urgently. "We have no time to lose!"