Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Warrior ❯ Familiar Pasts, Spirit Connection ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kousa the Desert Goddess 
*sigh* Things just keep getting freakier. Turns out that Midori's soul was split in two...and Nakago is the other half! What chaos could this bring to our heroes??
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 737 | Visits: 203 | Status: Work In Progress
*sigh* Things just keep getting freakier. Turns out that Midori's soul was split in two...and Nakago is the other half! What chaos could this bring to our heroes??
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 737 | Visits: 203 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: (to the tune of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas") I don't own Fushigi
Yuugi, I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, so leave me alone!
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Forgotten Warrior
Chapter Three: Familiar Pasts, Spirit Connection
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One by one my leaves fall.
One by one my tales are told.
--One By One, Enya
~***~
"I'm telling you, a Suzaku seishi is possessed by a spirit who's after your blood!" Suboshi yelled. "I saw it happen with my own eyes! He said his name was Midori Okuda!"
"And I'm telling you, I made sure of his death centuries ago!" Miboshi shot back. "The entire Okuda family is dead!"
"Stop your fighting!" Soi snapped. "Nakago is not someone you want to anger by lying to him. Now, Miboshi, you're the one who knows by magic if the Okuda line has indeed died out. Who was in that family?"
"Old Okuda, his wife, two daughters, and a son. They are all dead."
"You're holding back," a voice said emotionlessly.
All three seishi turned to see Nakago standing against the wall. "I heard you arguing," he said to them. "And you're holding back, Miboshi. You know more than you're letting on. All of you get out. I believe he knows something that only I must hear."
Miboshi gulped and nodded. "Indeed. Something that may lead to dire consequences if not heeded."
The other two seishi left the room. Nakago began pacing the floor in front of Miboshi, finally stopping and glaring at his fellow seishi. "What do you know about myself that I don't? Something about a man of the Okuda family?"
"I don't know how, but the son has retained his soul inside of something. When the Suzaku shichiseishi Tasuki touched that object, the soul was released and it possessed him. I believe the soul of Midori Okuda wants vengeance on Seiryuu himself for what I did to his family. And since Seiryuu cannot be summoned until Yui is convinced she must, Midori will most likely vent his wrath by taking it out on you, Seiryuu's most powerful seishi."
"You know more, Miboshi. I'm losing my patience."
"I don't know if you wish to hear this or not, Nakago..."
"Just tell me!"
Miboshi gulped again. He knew that when Nakago got that tone of voice, the one it was directed towards had better do what he said. "If Midori does so, or if you kill him, it could be the end of both of you."
Nakago's eyes widened before narrowing again. "What are you saying?"
"Taiitsu-kun interfered with Midori's death. She took half his soul, his waking half, and preserved it. That half is the one that has possessed Tasuki. The other half, the side that is waking while a man is sleeping, was combined with the soul of a Seiryuu shichiseishi." He paused for effect. "You are that seishi, Nakago. You and Midori are dark and light,
yang and yin. If one dies, the other dies as well. Your destinies are connected."
Nakago slumped against the wall in shock. Hard. 'That's why,' he thought. 'I've been going through what someone else went through centuries ago. Except that it's me instead of Midori, and that damn emperor instead of Miboshi...' He shook his head to clear it. 'No. I can't let this affect me.'
He looked back at Miboshi. "Can the tie be severed?"
"Yes. But only with a special sword that I believe lies in Sairou, Midori's native country. We must act quickly, for even I wouldn't underestimate Midori's thirst for your blood."
Nakago nodded. 'The name Midori Okuda does sound familiar,' he thought. 'But it's almost a way of knowing someone else than myself...'
"Nakago?" Miboshi's voice broke in.
The shogun lifted his head. "Hmmm?"
"Are you feeling all right?"
"Yes. Just give me a few minutes alone."
"I understand."
When the monk was gone, Nakago slid along the wall to the floor. A blast of memories rocked his mind: a burning village, a dojo on fire, the sounds of screams and the smell of burning flesh. The images faded, and new ones took their places: another burning village, his mother, the destructive powers he had released, the emperor, and what that sick bastard had done to him.
When they, too, faded, he closed his eyes and released the emotions of both his lifetimes for the first time ever. He hadn't shed tears in a long time.
Yuugi, I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, so leave me alone!
~***~
Forgotten Warrior
Chapter Three: Familiar Pasts, Spirit Connection
~***~
One by one my leaves fall.
One by one my tales are told.
--One By One, Enya
~***~
"I'm telling you, a Suzaku seishi is possessed by a spirit who's after your blood!" Suboshi yelled. "I saw it happen with my own eyes! He said his name was Midori Okuda!"
"And I'm telling you, I made sure of his death centuries ago!" Miboshi shot back. "The entire Okuda family is dead!"
"Stop your fighting!" Soi snapped. "Nakago is not someone you want to anger by lying to him. Now, Miboshi, you're the one who knows by magic if the Okuda line has indeed died out. Who was in that family?"
"Old Okuda, his wife, two daughters, and a son. They are all dead."
"You're holding back," a voice said emotionlessly.
All three seishi turned to see Nakago standing against the wall. "I heard you arguing," he said to them. "And you're holding back, Miboshi. You know more than you're letting on. All of you get out. I believe he knows something that only I must hear."
Miboshi gulped and nodded. "Indeed. Something that may lead to dire consequences if not heeded."
The other two seishi left the room. Nakago began pacing the floor in front of Miboshi, finally stopping and glaring at his fellow seishi. "What do you know about myself that I don't? Something about a man of the Okuda family?"
"I don't know how, but the son has retained his soul inside of something. When the Suzaku shichiseishi Tasuki touched that object, the soul was released and it possessed him. I believe the soul of Midori Okuda wants vengeance on Seiryuu himself for what I did to his family. And since Seiryuu cannot be summoned until Yui is convinced she must, Midori will most likely vent his wrath by taking it out on you, Seiryuu's most powerful seishi."
"You know more, Miboshi. I'm losing my patience."
"I don't know if you wish to hear this or not, Nakago..."
"Just tell me!"
Miboshi gulped again. He knew that when Nakago got that tone of voice, the one it was directed towards had better do what he said. "If Midori does so, or if you kill him, it could be the end of both of you."
Nakago's eyes widened before narrowing again. "What are you saying?"
"Taiitsu-kun interfered with Midori's death. She took half his soul, his waking half, and preserved it. That half is the one that has possessed Tasuki. The other half, the side that is waking while a man is sleeping, was combined with the soul of a Seiryuu shichiseishi." He paused for effect. "You are that seishi, Nakago. You and Midori are dark and light,
yang and yin. If one dies, the other dies as well. Your destinies are connected."
Nakago slumped against the wall in shock. Hard. 'That's why,' he thought. 'I've been going through what someone else went through centuries ago. Except that it's me instead of Midori, and that damn emperor instead of Miboshi...' He shook his head to clear it. 'No. I can't let this affect me.'
He looked back at Miboshi. "Can the tie be severed?"
"Yes. But only with a special sword that I believe lies in Sairou, Midori's native country. We must act quickly, for even I wouldn't underestimate Midori's thirst for your blood."
Nakago nodded. 'The name Midori Okuda does sound familiar,' he thought. 'But it's almost a way of knowing someone else than myself...'
"Nakago?" Miboshi's voice broke in.
The shogun lifted his head. "Hmmm?"
"Are you feeling all right?"
"Yes. Just give me a few minutes alone."
"I understand."
When the monk was gone, Nakago slid along the wall to the floor. A blast of memories rocked his mind: a burning village, a dojo on fire, the sounds of screams and the smell of burning flesh. The images faded, and new ones took their places: another burning village, his mother, the destructive powers he had released, the emperor, and what that sick bastard had done to him.
When they, too, faded, he closed his eyes and released the emotions of both his lifetimes for the first time ever. He hadn't shed tears in a long time.