Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Suzaku no Saiai ❯ Chapter 1

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Suzaku no Saiai: Part 1





A New Legend







Standard disclaimer: All of the Fushigi Yuugi characters are the property of Watase
Yuu, Shogakukan, Studio Pierrot, Bandai Visual, TV Tokyo, and Movic. Please don't sue me;
I'm just a poor college student. Kourin and Jin Feng are my original characters. Feel free
to use them, but please let me know first(jscaife@austin.rr.com)



"Nuriko's not dead!" Miaka screamed, running away from Tamahome.

"Miaka!" he called after her desperately before starting to follow.

The remaining four seishi stood stunned by the death of their comrade. Chichiri
solemnly removed his mask and began praying over the body. All of them realized that only
time would heal the wound caused by Nuriko's death.

Suddenly, the sky opened with a flash of brilliant crimson light, and a girl appeared
before the startled group. "Who the hell are you, and where the fuck am
I?"

The girl swept her gaze over the cluster of men and tried to keep the shock and disgust
out of her face. "Great, I get swept away in a ball of red light to the middle of
nowhere, and the only people around are a strange guy with a fan, fangs, and earrings, a
weirdo with funky, blue - of all colours- hair, a stupid oaf with a cat, and a little
boy!" she muttered angrily. "To top it off, this place is freezing!"
She scanned the strange group again and finally noticed the fifth figure who was
apparently sleeping peacefully on the ground. "Are you all stupid?!" she
demanded harshly. "Your buddy will probably die if you let him...her...sleep in the
snow like that."

Four startled pairs of eyes stared back at her. "Ojousama, that's
impossible," stated the big man with the cat.

"Why's that? Is he superhuman or something?" the girl quipped sarcastically.

The blue-haired man stepped forward and restrained the man with the fan. "I'm
afraid you misunderstood my companion. You see, Nuriko is already dead."

"You fools, didn't you try a chi transfusion or anything?!" she demanded.

"Mitsukake-san," asked the little boy,"what is the strange woman talking
about?"

"Ojousama, none of us can manipulate chi well enough to successfully complete that
procedure," the big man said.

"Maybe there actually is a point in my being here then," she smiled tightly.
"How long has he been dead? If it's longer than a couple of hours I can't do
anything, so don't ask me to bring your dead mothers back or anything funny, okay?"

"He's only been dead a few minutes," a new voice broke in.

The girl turned to find another young man and an odongoed, brown-haired girl looking at
her hopefully.

"Can you really bring Nuriko back to life?" the odongoed girl asked.
"Will you really help us?"

"As a healer it is my duty to provide aid to any who require it," the other
girl replied sharply,"regardless of whether I know them or not. However, I need all
of your help. When I'm transferring my chi, all of my defenses are lowered. If I am even
startled, I could lose control, and both of us could die. Hey, big guy, Mitsukake was it,
you seem to have some healing power yourself, so you get to be my assistant. You there,
with the blue hair, have a particularly strong aura, so I want you to create a barrier
around us. The rest of you should grab a weapon and defend blue hair and us two,
wakatta?"

The brown-haired girl ran to the horses and carefully hefted a large sword with both
hands. It was two thirds as tall as she was, and she could barely lift the tip from the
ground. The strange girl restrained a groan.

"Can you really use that, doll face?" she asked disparagingly. "Are you
strong enought to kill for someone you love?"

The other girl met her gaze steadily. "To bring Nuriko back, I'm capable of doing
anything," she replied with conviction.

"I certainly hope so! Okay, I'm ready to start. Listen up, defenders!
Anything that moves is a possible threat. Also, no matter what I do, don't stop me. My
methods may seem peculiar, but I know that they work. Mitsukake, do you have the power to
heal your pal's outer wounds, so I don't have to expend energy on that?"

The big man nodded in assent, and the odd girl really smiled for the first time.
"Then let us start. Time is of the essence." She waited patiently as the big man
gently dusted the corpse with some sort of magical water which mended the ruined clothing
as well as closing the gaping body wounds. As soon as he was done, the girl knelt in the
snow and began unbuttoning her patient's shirt. She carefully placed her hands on the
young man's chest before bending her head to cover the corpse's lips with her own. A
muffled gasp came from the man maintaining the barrier, but true to his word he did
nothing. The young healer steeled herself and carefully sent her spirit into her patient's
mind.

How can one describe being in another person's mind? There is the awkward, floating
sensation of being in a form that is cohesive but not truly solid. Also, each individual's
mind is different, so no two healing experiences is the same. There is simply no way to
generalize. This young man's mind had no visible organization at all. It was an open space
filled with rainbows, flowers, and butterflies. Each object carried one pastel hued memory
including ones of the people she had just met.

"This has got to be the most peculiar male mind I've ever seen," the girl
murmured. "I don't have any idea where to start looking down here, but this
'Nuriko's' psyche must be around here somewhere!"

"Sumimasen," interrupted a childish voice, "but are you looking for my
brother?"

She turned around in surprise. A young girl of about eight or nine years old knelt on a
rich purple flower a few feet away. The child's hair was exactly the same hue as the
flower, and she bore a striking resemblance to the patient. "Wait a second, you're
only one of this 'Nuriko's' memories. You shouldn't be able to talk to me!"

The child shook her head sadly. "Niichan never resigned himself to my death, and,
as a result, I've been trapped in his mind ever since. He tried to become a woman and live
for me, but to do so he forced his true personality to the depths of his mind."

"So your brother actually became you?" the older girl queried incredulously.

"Not exactly; he became the person he would have been if he had been born
female," the child answered gravely. "Because of Niichan's obsession, I have not
been able to rest for eight years. I am weary and long to rest before being reborn. If I
call my brother for you, will you take him to where he belongs up there?" The child
gestured impatiently towards a small building near the top of the open space.

"Is that your brother's conscious self?" the girl asked, and when her
companion nodded she continued,"Are you asking me to reinforce your older brother's
personality and erase everything except his memory from his mind?!"

The child laughed and clapped her hands in delight. "I knew that you would
understand! After you save him, why don't you marry Niichan? I like you."

The older girl blushed before responding. "Thank you for offering, but I think
that your niichan and I will have to pick our spouses for ourselves. Besides I'm only
nineteen."

"You're nineteen, and you haven't married yet?" the child cried in shock.
"You'd better hurry or no one will want you! Besides Niichan is a very nice boy. Do
think about it!"

"Why don't you call your brother before we discuss marriage?" the older girl
suggested weakly. "I have to bring him back to life first."

"I suppose so, the little girl smiled mischievously. "A dead husband wouldn't
be very good in bed, now, would he?" Before her companion recovered from the shock,
the child called out, "Ryuuen-niichan, come out. We have a visitor!"

A sullen male voice replied, "Kourin, you know that I don't want to see anyone!
There are reasons I hide down here, you know!"

"It's a girl, Niichan, for you. Besides," she added slyly, "if you don't
come out Suzaku no Miko will be very sad."

"Miaka's where? Where did she go?" An almost beautiful young man stumbled
eagerly from behind one of the rainbows. "Kourin, where'd Miaka go?"

The little girl stuck her tongue out at her big brother. "I never said she was here,
Niichan. This is our visitor." She gestured towards the other girl.

The young man circled her, studying her appraisingly. "You look sort of like
Yui-chan, but she has blond hair, and yours is light brown, and Yui's a lot thinner. Oh,
and why are you dressed like a man?"

The subject of his intense scrutiny snorted inelegantly. "Thanks for the analysis
on my beauty or rather my lack thereof!" As far as my clothing goes, you're not one
to talk. You were a cross dresser while you were alive! Besides where I come from women
dress like this all of the time."

"Your culture is okay with women wearing pants?" the young man asked
incredulously. "You know, you're not bad looking, but Miaka is much
cuter."

"If Miaka's the girl with the odongos, I got the impression that she's not too
quick on the uptake," his 'rescuer'retorted. "Besides she seems to already be
taken!"

"What makes you think that you have a right to criticize Miaka?" Kourin's
niichan argued.

The young girl broke in suddenly. "Stop it, you two! Ryuuen, I want you to please
go with this nice lady. She came all this way to get you."

"I'm not going anywhere with that harpy!" her brother declared firmly.

"Good, because I wouldn't take you with me if you paid me!" the girl
returned. "You can rot down here for all I care. Come on, Kourin-chan, let's
go!"

"But, Oneesan, you promised that you'd take Niichan," the child cried
piteously. "Onegai, Oneesan, he didn't really mean what he said."

"Oh, all right!" the girl snapped. She grabbed the young man's arm and began
to pull him upward. "Remember, Kourin-chan, it's only because you asked me to."

"Niichan, I love you," Kourin called out, "and please think about
marrying the nice oneesan."

"That kid never gives up!" the girl thought to herself as she and Nuriko shot
up into the light and disappeared in a flash.

Kourin felt her spirit finally slipping away from the flower she had been bound to for
so long. "Arigatou, Oneesan," she whispered, and, then, she, too, was gone.

The girl's next sensation was the feel of a pair of strong arms crushing her to
someone's chest and a pair of soft, warm lips caressing her own. She shoved at the
offending chest in horror, and the arms instantly released. Without even looking at the
perpetrator she pulled back and viciously slapped him across the face. "You hentai!
What do you think you're doing?!"

The offender sat up, and she found herself staring into the burgundy eyes of Kourin's
niichan. "Gomen nasai, ojousama," he said in a more adult sounding version of
his mental voice. "I thought you were someone else."






Glossary
seishi -- This literally means 'constellation', but in Fushigi Yuugi it refers to the
seven guardians or protectors of the priestess of each animal god.
ojousama -- lady or miss
-san, -chan, and -sama -- These are all honourifics used in Japanese. San is generally
used when you are being polite. Chan is normally used for young girls or small or cute
things. It can also be used to imply intimacy. Sama is mainly used like lord or lady in
English.
odongos -- odongos are Japanese buns filled with beans or meat. Odongos refers to a hair
style that looks like these buns i.e. Sailor Moon.
chi -- In Asian religions it refers to life energy. The 'force' in "Star Wars"
was based on the ideas of chi.
sumimasen -- I'm sorry, excuse me
oniisan, oniichan, niichan -- older brother, it can also be used to refer to any older
male
miko -- a priestess or shamaness
oneesan, oneechan, neechan -- older sister, like oniisan it can be used to refer to any
older female. Neechan can also be used like babe in English.
Arigatou, doomo arigatou gozaimasu -- Thank you
hentai -- pervert
gomen nasai -- less formal form of "I'm sorry"








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