Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing Beyond the Light ❯ Many Meetings ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Wingson 
Chichiri's nice. But Kizuka is not sure of her reception when the rest of the seishi come. Wait a minute. Who is this Seiryuu?
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
Chichiri's nice. But Kizuka is not sure of her reception when the rest of the seishi come. Wait a minute. Who is this Seiryuu?
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Some great people own Fushigi yuugi, but I am not one of them. I am not great; I suck.
Warnings: More advisor bashing...ummm...chibi-ness...some bad language from our favorite bandit...spoilers for the first summoning ceremony! Do not read unless you have seen till end of season 1!
//...// - Thought speak
"..." - Human speak
*...* - Godspeak
Seeing Beyond the Light
Chapter 2: Many Meetings
"Nani?!?"
A solid week of training in schooling his reactions was lost as Chichiri finally went chibi. //How did she...? What gave it...? HOW?!// He paused for a bit to gather his thoughts.
Kizuka burst out laughing as she saw the effect of her announcement. She had never seen someone go chibi before! His inner aura and deeper emotions remained the same size, though a little more agitated now, but the outer layer and the enchantment shrunk to about three feet! The whole effect was of an adult trying to fit into a three-year-old's clothing. She quickly calmed down as she saw the black of worry and fear start to darken the other colors of his chi.
"Ano...How did you know about me?" Chichiri was getting desperate.
Kizuka gave a smile that she hoped was reassuring and bowed. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Miharu Kizuka, and I have been given the gift of TrueSight. The reason I could tell is because I can see chi. I really would like to see the emperor."
"He is not here, no da. He went with the Suzaku no Miko to find the rest of the Seishi." Chichiri relaxed a bit at discovering that his disguise was not in doubt.
"Ohh..." //Tai Itsukun! Why didn't you tell me?// Kizuka sent the thought with some annoyance at the Creator
*You did not ask* She could detect a bit of amusement in the Creator's voice, but as always she was difficult to read.
//You gods delight in watching me flounder, don't you?// Her mental voice was wry.
*Of course. It does get boring up here sometimes.* The new, deep, male voice was slightly bitter.
//Shut up, Seiryuu. Just because you are the Kami of Anger does not mean you can take it out on me.// She had to be firm with the Kami of Anger, as she was currently working for Suzaku.
Chichiri watched as Kizuka seemed to argue with herself for a brief moment before she spoke again.
"This was not how I planned it, but since some people," she glanced up at this, "neglected to mention a few facts, time has been wasted. Anyway, whenever a new Miko is summoned to the world of the Four Gods, a member of the Miharu family is chosen as a Guardian for the seishi, to protect them as they protect the Miko. It is a dangerous job and one not taken lightly. Ideally, the Guardians should not be needed, but that has never been the case. The first, Miharu Gensei, Guardian of the Genbu Seishi, died while trying to protect the seishi during the summoning ceremony. He was successful, and held beck the entire Kutou army long enough for the ceremony to take place, though he died from his wounds shortly thereafter. The second, Miharu Bougu, died while protecting the seventh seishi, Subaru, long enough for the miko and the others to find them, and the ceremony was again saved. I was chosen as the third Guardian and given the birthright of all Guardians, TrueSight, which allows me to see and manipulate chi." She finished her explanation and waited for the reaction.
"Why should I believe you? That you are not a spy from Kutou?" Chichiri watched as the girl thought for a minute, and wondered what she would say. She looked confused for a second, then spoke hesitantly.
"Kouran and Hikou?" Kizuka spoke hesitantly, unsure how these names would help.
The reaction was immediate. Kizuka watched the spell drop and the mask come off. "What do you know of those names?"
Kizuka quavered a bit, as his voice had dropped nearly an octave. "I-I know nothing about them. They are just names that Tai Itsukun told me to say, along with telling you that Nyan-Nyan misses you."
Chichiri relaxed enough to smile at the mention of the Nyan-Nyans. He put the mask back on. The girl was telling the truth, and although he resented Tai Itsukun for giving away the names, he could see that it was one of the few ways that he would trust her.
"Relax, I believe you," he smiled with her. "Demo...where do we go from here, na no da?"
"I have had a lot of time to think about that in the past few months, believe me. The important thing is that I remain undiscovered for as long as possible. So, when I thought I would meet with Hotohori, I thought we could invent some fault with me, such as too much pride, which could be solved by service as a maid to the seishi. Could that work?" She looked at him hopefully.
"Hai," Chichiri said thoughtfully.
Kizuka felt a tickling at the edge of her senses. The attendants were returning. "Well then," she said with a grin, standing up, "Let's get started. Heika-sama, I find life here to be stifling, dull, and overall boring. The other girls are vicious, the attendants slothful, and the atmosphere monotonous. I deserve better treatment than the common whores who I am forced to reside with." //Gomen, Houki-san.// "Furthermore..."
"Miharu-san!" The newest voice was completely astounded.
Thankfully, by the time the attendants and an advisor burst into the clearing, Chichiri had understood her intent and assumed the aspect of the emperor. The looks on the attendants' faces were hilarious. They were staring in absolute shock at Kizuka. He turned to the advisor, who was the one who had spoken.
"This presumptuous girl needs to learn her place. We have never been so offended in our life." He looked severly at Kizuka.
"Of course. We shall have her placed in the dungeon immediately."
"No," he said musingly, "I have a better idea. Have her serve as my maid until her behavior improves."
The advisor bowed. "Your grace is very merciful."
* * *
The next two weeks were at the same time the most pleasant and the most boring of Kizuka's life. As a courtesan undergoing punishment, no one would talk to her, and she technically could not start a conversation with anyone. This was a technicality that she cheerfully ignored, partially because she never wanted to be completely absolved from her crime. She was never rude enough to warrant more punishment, but she cheerfully greeted attendants, servants, and advisors alike. Half the fun and the other reason she did it was to see the reactions in the other's chi. The colors would get very confused as they would try to decide whether to respond to the polite greeting or not.
The only time she could really be herself was when she was alone with Chichiri. They broke up the monotony of the meetings by making fun of the advisors. She loved not having to watch her behavior, and she gladly sat through the many court meetings. The meetings went on and on about absolutely nothing. After the first week she admired Hotohori all the more for sitting through it; after the second, she questioned his sanity.
"Kizuka? Is anyone around, no da?"
"Iie."
"Ahhh," and Chichiri relaxed into chibi-ness, "I'm so bored! I'll fall asleep!"
Kizuka giggled a bit, "You might try some acrobatics to keep the blood flowing."
Chichiri took her advice. Still chibi, he started doing headstands on the throne, listening to her laughter. He was grateful for Kizuka's presence, not only as a look out for the advisors, but for her humor and wit in brightening his days. He yawned, "I wonder when they'll get back, no da?"
Kizuka was in hysterics at this point, so she can perhaps be forgiven for what happened next.
"Heika-sama?!"
Chichiri snapped back upright and into proper form. He glared at Kizuka for failing to warn him, but then suppressed a grin at her condition. She had obviously not been paying attention, and now was in paroxysms of stifled laughter, her sleeves over her mouth to hold it in, and her eyes wide and streaming. He sighed and glanced at the attendant who had interrupted him.
"What do you require?"
The functionary had recovered from his shock at the state the emperor was in, and quickly gathered his wits to deliver the message he had been sent with. "Heika-sama, the guards wish me to tell you that the seishi have been spotted outside the city, and--"
At this news Chichiri disappeared in search of his friends. The attendant was left staring at an empty throne in puzzlement. Kizuka managed to stifle her laughter enough to stand and bow to the attendant.
"Ano... I can go and find him, if you wish." There was still a slight quaver in her voice as she spoke, but the messenger did not seem to notice.
"Hai, hai." He said distractedly.
Kizuka escaped from the room before he could notice that he had spoken to One Under Punishment. She laughed to herself again at Chichiri's behavior. //Perhaps he should have been you seishi, Byakko.//
*No, he is too scary! I don't wanna have him be on my side!*
//You're probably right. He is not very joyful.//
She was traveling along a hallway, following the pull of Chichiri's chi when she heard a commotion ahead in the courtyard. It sounded like the seishi had arrived. She wondered how she could handle all at once. Gathering her courage, she stepped forward to a general shout.
"You're the EMPEROR?!"
Kizuka drew in a deep breath, "Looks like you forgot to mention something, Hotohori. And Chichiri, you probably shouldn't run out on his majesty's messengers like that. You really confused the poor man."
"Gomen, no da." Chichiri chuckled a bit at her entrance. He had not yet had a chance to tell anyone about her, and he wondered what she would do.
Kizuka drew herself up. //Here goes nothing// "Konichiwa, minna. I am Miharu Kizuka, a Guardian of the seishi. It is nice to meet you..." she turned to each.
//Deep blue, loyalty; golden yellow, obligation// "Hotohori"
//No seishi stripe; sparkling yellow of cheer, dark blue of a hidden sadness.// "Miaka"
//Dark purple-blue, ancient sadness bordering on obsessive-ness; covered by sparkling yellow and red, love. He also had a childlike chi trailing after him// "Nuriko" //And his sister, I wonder if he knows.//
"Chichiri" //That one was easy//
//Light orange of brashness, must be...// "Tasuki"
//Pure purple of recent grief, bright orange of determination never to fail again.// "Mitsukake"
When she turned to the last she started. //This one is a Seiryuu! Blue seishi stripe, dark blue for loyalty, strong ties back to Kutou, must be...// "Ahhm...Chiriko!"
She bowed to the all, still smiling, but determined to talk this over with Seiryuu first thing. The seishi, with the exception of Chichiri, stared at Kizuka in amazement. Into the silence there came a voice that seemed to sum up the feelings of the group, if not their precise thoughts.
"What the FUCK?!?"
~~~~~
Authors Note: A little explanation of Kizuka's knowledge. Tai Itsukun gave Kizuka descriptions of all 14 seishi in terms she would understand, but no background information. That's why Kizuka knows that Chichiri would have blue green of sadness and guilt without knowing who Hikou and Kouran were. The colors represent feelings, and they are the only things that Kizuka can see, so her knowledge is just like saying that Nuriko is the one with purple hair that dresses like a girl without telling about his sister.
Translator's note: the names of Kizuka's ancestors translate to "strength" (Gensei) and "protector" (Bougu).
Warnings: More advisor bashing...ummm...chibi-ness...some bad language from our favorite bandit...spoilers for the first summoning ceremony! Do not read unless you have seen till end of season 1!
//...// - Thought speak
"..." - Human speak
*...* - Godspeak
Seeing Beyond the Light
Chapter 2: Many Meetings
"Nani?!?"
A solid week of training in schooling his reactions was lost as Chichiri finally went chibi. //How did she...? What gave it...? HOW?!// He paused for a bit to gather his thoughts.
Kizuka burst out laughing as she saw the effect of her announcement. She had never seen someone go chibi before! His inner aura and deeper emotions remained the same size, though a little more agitated now, but the outer layer and the enchantment shrunk to about three feet! The whole effect was of an adult trying to fit into a three-year-old's clothing. She quickly calmed down as she saw the black of worry and fear start to darken the other colors of his chi.
"Ano...How did you know about me?" Chichiri was getting desperate.
Kizuka gave a smile that she hoped was reassuring and bowed. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Miharu Kizuka, and I have been given the gift of TrueSight. The reason I could tell is because I can see chi. I really would like to see the emperor."
"He is not here, no da. He went with the Suzaku no Miko to find the rest of the Seishi." Chichiri relaxed a bit at discovering that his disguise was not in doubt.
"Ohh..." //Tai Itsukun! Why didn't you tell me?// Kizuka sent the thought with some annoyance at the Creator
*You did not ask* She could detect a bit of amusement in the Creator's voice, but as always she was difficult to read.
//You gods delight in watching me flounder, don't you?// Her mental voice was wry.
*Of course. It does get boring up here sometimes.* The new, deep, male voice was slightly bitter.
//Shut up, Seiryuu. Just because you are the Kami of Anger does not mean you can take it out on me.// She had to be firm with the Kami of Anger, as she was currently working for Suzaku.
Chichiri watched as Kizuka seemed to argue with herself for a brief moment before she spoke again.
"This was not how I planned it, but since some people," she glanced up at this, "neglected to mention a few facts, time has been wasted. Anyway, whenever a new Miko is summoned to the world of the Four Gods, a member of the Miharu family is chosen as a Guardian for the seishi, to protect them as they protect the Miko. It is a dangerous job and one not taken lightly. Ideally, the Guardians should not be needed, but that has never been the case. The first, Miharu Gensei, Guardian of the Genbu Seishi, died while trying to protect the seishi during the summoning ceremony. He was successful, and held beck the entire Kutou army long enough for the ceremony to take place, though he died from his wounds shortly thereafter. The second, Miharu Bougu, died while protecting the seventh seishi, Subaru, long enough for the miko and the others to find them, and the ceremony was again saved. I was chosen as the third Guardian and given the birthright of all Guardians, TrueSight, which allows me to see and manipulate chi." She finished her explanation and waited for the reaction.
"Why should I believe you? That you are not a spy from Kutou?" Chichiri watched as the girl thought for a minute, and wondered what she would say. She looked confused for a second, then spoke hesitantly.
"Kouran and Hikou?" Kizuka spoke hesitantly, unsure how these names would help.
The reaction was immediate. Kizuka watched the spell drop and the mask come off. "What do you know of those names?"
Kizuka quavered a bit, as his voice had dropped nearly an octave. "I-I know nothing about them. They are just names that Tai Itsukun told me to say, along with telling you that Nyan-Nyan misses you."
Chichiri relaxed enough to smile at the mention of the Nyan-Nyans. He put the mask back on. The girl was telling the truth, and although he resented Tai Itsukun for giving away the names, he could see that it was one of the few ways that he would trust her.
"Relax, I believe you," he smiled with her. "Demo...where do we go from here, na no da?"
"I have had a lot of time to think about that in the past few months, believe me. The important thing is that I remain undiscovered for as long as possible. So, when I thought I would meet with Hotohori, I thought we could invent some fault with me, such as too much pride, which could be solved by service as a maid to the seishi. Could that work?" She looked at him hopefully.
"Hai," Chichiri said thoughtfully.
Kizuka felt a tickling at the edge of her senses. The attendants were returning. "Well then," she said with a grin, standing up, "Let's get started. Heika-sama, I find life here to be stifling, dull, and overall boring. The other girls are vicious, the attendants slothful, and the atmosphere monotonous. I deserve better treatment than the common whores who I am forced to reside with." //Gomen, Houki-san.// "Furthermore..."
"Miharu-san!" The newest voice was completely astounded.
Thankfully, by the time the attendants and an advisor burst into the clearing, Chichiri had understood her intent and assumed the aspect of the emperor. The looks on the attendants' faces were hilarious. They were staring in absolute shock at Kizuka. He turned to the advisor, who was the one who had spoken.
"This presumptuous girl needs to learn her place. We have never been so offended in our life." He looked severly at Kizuka.
"Of course. We shall have her placed in the dungeon immediately."
"No," he said musingly, "I have a better idea. Have her serve as my maid until her behavior improves."
The advisor bowed. "Your grace is very merciful."
* * *
The next two weeks were at the same time the most pleasant and the most boring of Kizuka's life. As a courtesan undergoing punishment, no one would talk to her, and she technically could not start a conversation with anyone. This was a technicality that she cheerfully ignored, partially because she never wanted to be completely absolved from her crime. She was never rude enough to warrant more punishment, but she cheerfully greeted attendants, servants, and advisors alike. Half the fun and the other reason she did it was to see the reactions in the other's chi. The colors would get very confused as they would try to decide whether to respond to the polite greeting or not.
The only time she could really be herself was when she was alone with Chichiri. They broke up the monotony of the meetings by making fun of the advisors. She loved not having to watch her behavior, and she gladly sat through the many court meetings. The meetings went on and on about absolutely nothing. After the first week she admired Hotohori all the more for sitting through it; after the second, she questioned his sanity.
"Kizuka? Is anyone around, no da?"
"Iie."
"Ahhh," and Chichiri relaxed into chibi-ness, "I'm so bored! I'll fall asleep!"
Kizuka giggled a bit, "You might try some acrobatics to keep the blood flowing."
Chichiri took her advice. Still chibi, he started doing headstands on the throne, listening to her laughter. He was grateful for Kizuka's presence, not only as a look out for the advisors, but for her humor and wit in brightening his days. He yawned, "I wonder when they'll get back, no da?"
Kizuka was in hysterics at this point, so she can perhaps be forgiven for what happened next.
"Heika-sama?!"
Chichiri snapped back upright and into proper form. He glared at Kizuka for failing to warn him, but then suppressed a grin at her condition. She had obviously not been paying attention, and now was in paroxysms of stifled laughter, her sleeves over her mouth to hold it in, and her eyes wide and streaming. He sighed and glanced at the attendant who had interrupted him.
"What do you require?"
The functionary had recovered from his shock at the state the emperor was in, and quickly gathered his wits to deliver the message he had been sent with. "Heika-sama, the guards wish me to tell you that the seishi have been spotted outside the city, and--"
At this news Chichiri disappeared in search of his friends. The attendant was left staring at an empty throne in puzzlement. Kizuka managed to stifle her laughter enough to stand and bow to the attendant.
"Ano... I can go and find him, if you wish." There was still a slight quaver in her voice as she spoke, but the messenger did not seem to notice.
"Hai, hai." He said distractedly.
Kizuka escaped from the room before he could notice that he had spoken to One Under Punishment. She laughed to herself again at Chichiri's behavior. //Perhaps he should have been you seishi, Byakko.//
*No, he is too scary! I don't wanna have him be on my side!*
//You're probably right. He is not very joyful.//
She was traveling along a hallway, following the pull of Chichiri's chi when she heard a commotion ahead in the courtyard. It sounded like the seishi had arrived. She wondered how she could handle all at once. Gathering her courage, she stepped forward to a general shout.
"You're the EMPEROR?!"
Kizuka drew in a deep breath, "Looks like you forgot to mention something, Hotohori. And Chichiri, you probably shouldn't run out on his majesty's messengers like that. You really confused the poor man."
"Gomen, no da." Chichiri chuckled a bit at her entrance. He had not yet had a chance to tell anyone about her, and he wondered what she would do.
Kizuka drew herself up. //Here goes nothing// "Konichiwa, minna. I am Miharu Kizuka, a Guardian of the seishi. It is nice to meet you..." she turned to each.
//Deep blue, loyalty; golden yellow, obligation// "Hotohori"
//No seishi stripe; sparkling yellow of cheer, dark blue of a hidden sadness.// "Miaka"
//Dark purple-blue, ancient sadness bordering on obsessive-ness; covered by sparkling yellow and red, love. He also had a childlike chi trailing after him// "Nuriko" //And his sister, I wonder if he knows.//
"Chichiri" //That one was easy//
//Light orange of brashness, must be...// "Tasuki"
//Pure purple of recent grief, bright orange of determination never to fail again.// "Mitsukake"
When she turned to the last she started. //This one is a Seiryuu! Blue seishi stripe, dark blue for loyalty, strong ties back to Kutou, must be...// "Ahhm...Chiriko!"
She bowed to the all, still smiling, but determined to talk this over with Seiryuu first thing. The seishi, with the exception of Chichiri, stared at Kizuka in amazement. Into the silence there came a voice that seemed to sum up the feelings of the group, if not their precise thoughts.
"What the FUCK?!?"
~~~~~
Authors Note: A little explanation of Kizuka's knowledge. Tai Itsukun gave Kizuka descriptions of all 14 seishi in terms she would understand, but no background information. That's why Kizuka knows that Chichiri would have blue green of sadness and guilt without knowing who Hikou and Kouran were. The colors represent feelings, and they are the only things that Kizuka can see, so her knowledge is just like saying that Nuriko is the one with purple hair that dresses like a girl without telling about his sister.
Translator's note: the names of Kizuka's ancestors translate to "strength" (Gensei) and "protector" (Bougu).