Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ The power of a child ❯ Chapter 2

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Note: Any and all original characters belong to Yuu Watase and are copyright. I do not
make any money from this, and write it for the enjoyment of others.
Author's Note: This is the story of a fanfic character named Sakoto. As the introduction
says, she's not one of the Mikos or one of the Seishi. She was brought into the book before
Miaka and Yui. Approximately, it's two years before the two Mikos appear.



The power of a child: Part 2

Written by Blaze Van Wham 2001

Copyright Blaze Van Wham 2001



Long ago, there was a young girl called upon by the fire god of the Shi Ji Ten Sho...and
forgotten. Her story is unknown to any, and it is here that you will come to know of her story.
She was not a Miko, or a Seishi, but she held power unmassed by others. You see, the world
of the four gods was coming to destruction. Help from those of our world was needed, and the
girl, Sakoto, was the only one who could supply it. The young Japanese school girl did not know
of the power she held, until she was summoned by the god in her dreams. She heard it and
stumbled upon the Shi Ji Ten Sho, unknown book hidden in her local library. It was here that she
began to read of the world that was to come to an end, and found herself and her true powers
revealed.

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Hotohori paced around the throne room. No word had he heard of Sakoto. No messengers had
come since two days before, no rumors had come of Sakoto. Hotohori worried for his little sister
intensely. With no word from her, he didn't know where she was, what she had found out, if
something had happened to her. He bit his lip.

Chou walked in, and saw Hotohori distressed. "Hotohorisama, if I might ask of your attention."
He said. Today, Chou looked even more beautiful than before. His hair had been done up by the
servants in an extravagant assortment of braids, pinned against his head, and a pair of earrings
hung from each ear. His makeup had been applied carefully, and his face glowed.

"Hai, what is it?" Hotohori asked Chou. Hotohori sat down in his throne chair.

"Emperor..." Chou forced out. "Has any word of Sakoto come yet?" Hotohori shook his head.

"No word since two days ago."

"Hotohorisama, I fear the worst has happened to her..." Chou trailed off.

Hotohori was silent.
"If we have to, Hotohorisama, I believe you should send out some of your best men to try and
find Sakoto." Chou told him.

"Hai." Hotohori said simply.

Chou stepped up the stairs to the throne chair. He sat down in the chair beside Hotohori's. He
placed his hand on Hotohori's arm. Hoto looked at it, and dismissed it. He was too worried about
Sakoto to tell Chou to let off it.


Sakoto awoke in the room where Genrou had taken her, alone. She rubbed her eyes, and looked
around. There was no trace of him. "Genroukun..." She said.

"Nani?" He dropped down in front of her.

]"Wai!" Sakoto screamed, and crawled back.
"
Nani?!?" Genrou said again, angrier.

"Eto...." Sakoto said. "Nandemonai..."

"Good." Genrou answered. A knock came at the door of the little room.

"Onamaiwa!" Genrou yelled at it.

"Kouji desu!" Came the reply. Genrou stood up, and opened the door. He grabbed his friend's
arm, and danced around with him.

Sakoto sat in the corner, silent.

As they finished their dancing, Kouji noticed Sakoto in the corner. "Who's she?" He asked.

"No one." Genrou said. "Just a girl I found traveling through the woods with the Emperor's men.
She has nothing to offer in the way of money or food."

Kouji laughed. "She had the Emperor's men with her, and she has nothing to pay us with?!?" He
laughed even more.

"Hai." Genrou answered.

Kouji stood up straight. "When did you pick the wench up?"

"Yesterday." Genrou answered.

Kouji raised an eyebrow. "Then why is she still here?"
Genrou shrugged. "Felt like keeping her."
Kouji laughed. "You hate women though!"

"I know." Genrou smiled, his fang revealing itself.

Sakoto stood up. She walked towards the two men. "He hates women? Not from the other
night..." She said.

Genrou clamped her mouth shut.

"What does she mean by that?" Kouji asked.

"Nandemonai! Nandemonai!" Genrou answered back. He pushed Sakoto behind him.

"Baka!" Sakoto yelled.

"Urusai!" Genrou yelled back, and again, grabbed her mouth, clamping it shut.

She struggled against it, and Genrou hit her with the fan across the back of her head. Her body
fell to the ground, and Kouji shrugged.

"Anyway..." Genrou said.

So Kishiku hopped from the roofs in the city of Konan. He stopped once he was far enough.
A pounding still remained in his heart, but it wasn't towards the palace. It led to outside of the
city, close to the borders of the two countries. He was trying to follow it as best he could, to see
if he could get some answers from this girl he had unwittingly rescued.

When So had gone back to the palace, he couldn't remember it had been so far back, he had
noticed a scar on the girl's upper thigh. He had wondered how she had gotten it, and thought
maybe the thieves who he had found her with had done something with her...He shrugged to
himself, and landed on the ground in the city. He ran until he hit the city walls, and continued
from there. So promised himself he'd find this girl, and get some answers.




Sakoto rubbed at the back of her head, as she woke up. She was still in the same little room, with
both Kouji and Genrou there. She sat up, and took her vest off her school outfit off, revealing the
plain white shirt underneath. Kouji noticed her state, and pointed at her, telling Genrou. He
grunted, turned towards her, and prepared to bring the metal fan down on her. Sakoto caught
onto his notion though, and jumped out of the way.

Genrou glared at her. "Baka." He muttered at her.

"Genroukun! Please! Stop this!" Sakoto begged him.

"Doshite?!" He asked angrily, and attempted to hit her again. Sakoto flew out of the way.

Tears, from out of nowhere, began to flow from her eyes. "I...I was trying to find some answers
to a question I've had for a while! Please! Leave me to continue my journey! You've got what
you wanted!" She pleaded.

Genrou thought about this. He grinned, his fang showing beneath his lips. "I did..." He agreed.

"But what if I want more?" He asked.

"Nani??!?!?" Sakoto yelled at him. "Please! Genroukun!" She begged. He bent down, grabbed
her chin and said,

"I'm the leader of this gang of bandits! Whatever I say goes!" He shoved her into the ground of
the building. "I get what I want, and that's final!" He told her.

Kouji just stood by, grinning to himself.

Genrou picked Sakoto up by the arm. She moaned a little. "Come on, Kouji, we're heading back
to the hideout." He pushed Sakoto in front of him.

"Hai." Kouji said back, and followed after Genrou, out of the little building.


Haku sat in front of her mirror in her room. She smiled, and hummed a tune to herself, as she
brushed her hair out. The Miko....Haku brought the brush down hard onto the vanity top. She
stood up. She knew Nakago had something for the Miko, no matter who she may be. Haku
treaded over to her bed. She sat down on it, and began to remove her armor. When she was down
to the bare minimum, she stood back up, and looked at herself in the mirror, twirling around.
How could Nakago resist her? She smiled to herself, and decided to head to his room in the
palace grounds...


So had followed the trail of the girl to the woods. It had been many more days now, a long
time since he had had any money, or seen his family. He sighed. He knew his family needed the
money. But...He needed to find this girl as well. He kept on though. He wouldn't give up, trying
to find the girl. As he wandered through the woods, he came across the smell of rotting bodies.
He wandered into an open area of the woods. Or, as open as it could get. A mass of bodies, both
human and horse lay in various states of death. Some had been wounded by arrow, others had
broken bones, some had blood all over. As So walked through, stepping over the bodies and
body parts, he noticed the armor and style. It was of the Emperor's best men. So reached down,
and picked up one of the helmet's. There the signature of the Emperor was imprinted. He threw
the helmet back down. When So almost reached the end of the open area, he noticed the girl's
jacket.

"Eto..." So walked over, and picked it up. Stains of blood covered it. He looked around, but there
was no sign of her body anywhere. He deducted that the girl had been captured by whomever
had attacked the guards, and wasn't in the close vicinity of the area. He took the jacket with him,
as he began yet another search.


Hotohori stood up. Much more time had passed now, and still no word from Sakoto. Even more,
he worried for his little sister. Anything could have happened to her. Three of his best men had
been sent out to scour the area for her. They had returned quickly, and told the Emperor there
was no sign. Hotohori sighed.

For the last little while, Chou had managed to keep his spirits up. It was quite cute, the way she
was acting. But Hotohori knew that nothing would ever come of it. He had feelings for the Miko.
He wanted to meet the one that would be her.

Hotohori sat down in his throne chair. There wasn't much he could do now, but wait for Sakoto
to return. At least, he hoped she was still alive.

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"Hey! Wench! Get me some more ale!" One of the thieves ordered Sakoto. She ignored it as best
she could. He walked over to her. "I said get me some ale!" He grabbed her wrist, forcing her to
turn around.

"No!" Sakoto answered back. "I'm not your wench!" She tried to struggle free of his grasp. He
pulled her closer. Sakoto could smell the remnants of the alcohol he had already drank.

"You are, and you'll do what I tell you!" He said, and spat in her face. He released his grip on
her. Sakoto rubbed her wrist. She didn't move, and glared defiantly at the thief. He snarled back
at her.

Reaching his hand forward, he slapped her hard across her cheek that was scarred. She winced,
as she fell back, and felt a hand grip her wrist, bringing her back to a standing position.

"Baka! You don't treat her like that!" Genrou's voice rang in Sakoto's ears. She smiled a little bit.
Maybe she had had some sort of effect on him after all. He pushed her forward. "You treat her
like this." And Genrou slapped her back, Sakoto falling into the table in front of her, where the
ale was.

Genrou and the other thief laughed. "It works much better!" Genrou said, inbetween laughs. He
was drunk, Sakoto could tell. As she stood back up, she saw that her suit was covered in alcohol.
She was drenched. Turning around to face Genrou, she brought her fist forward. He grabbed it,
and said, "Ah, ah, ah." He shoved her back into the table. She collapsed over it, and wished she
was back home, in her world, doing her homework, seeing her family...


Nakago walked the perimeters of the border between Kutou and Konan. Nothing of the Miko had
appeared. Haku had shown up the night before at his bedroom door, and he had enjoyed her
presence...For the time being. He needed to find the Miko now. He was sure she was in the
country somewhere. He could feel her presence.

There was nothing of the girl around. He turned around, and was going to head back to the
palace, when he heard a moaning. He turned back around.

A young girl lay in the border between the lands of Kutou and Konan. Her body was beaten up,
blood all over, bruises. Nakago strode towards her. He bent down over her.

She could only moan, and looked up into his eyes. Nakago picked her body up, taking the chance
that she was or wasn't the Miko. He carried her back to the palace, where he laid her in his bed.
Haku had left by now, back to her own room no doubt.

The young girl cried out as Nakago tended to her wounds. He could feel the power she held, the
intensity, as he bandaged her. Her entire body was covered in blood, and Nakago, as careful as
he could, took her clothes off, and bandaged her ribcage up, as well as one of her legs. The girl
didn't argue with him at all. Nakago knew it was because she was almost unconscious. Her
eyelids were fluttering as he sopped up the blood on her body. When he finished, Nakago left the
blankets uncovered over her fragile body. He put away whatever he had brought out to clean her
up, and shutting the door behind him, sensed she wasn't the Miko, but something more powerful.

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Genr ou yelled at the thieves in the eating room. "Bakas! All of you! Oi! Where did the girl
go?!??!" He pushed some of the thieves around. "Baka's!" He yelled again. "What good are you
for?!?!" Genrou took the fan out of his pack. "Rekka Shien!" He said, and fire flew inbetween
the group of thieves. They flew out of the way, and when the spell subsided, looked up from
various tables, chairs, and other things.

Kouji stood by Genrou, grinning, and Genrou held the fan threateningly in his hand.

"Zekkanayo!" He cursed, and put the fan back.

"All of you, up now! We're heading out to collect some more money and whatever else we can
get!" Genrou ordered, turning tail. The thieves in the den shrugged, and stood up, following after
Genrou and Kouji.


So had returned to his family after days of not finding the girl. He held her jacket in his arm, and
smiled as he saw his father and his brothers and sisters once again.

"Tamahomekun! Tamahomekun!" He heard Yuiren call his name as soon as he entered the door.

"Yuiren!" He grabbed her, lifted her up, and hugged her tight. "I've missed you!"
She giggled. Tamahome placed her back on the ground, and walked over to his father.

"Otousan." He said, and knelt down.

"Tamahome." He smiled and reached his hand out to ruffle his son's hair.

Tamahome smiled back. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling fine, Tamahome." His father replied. "Your brothers and sisters have missed you."

Tamahome laughed. "I noticed. Yuiren was happy to see me."

"Tamahomekun?" Chuei asked.

"Hai?"

"What's that in your hands?" Chuei reached for the jacket.

"Oh. That." Tamahome said. "Nandemonai. It's nothing." He folded the jacket up into a little
square. Yuiren ran over, as well as Gyokuran and Shunkei.

"Tamahome!" They all said. They tried to grab the jacket, but Tamahome held them back.

"Iie! Iie!" He countered. Yuiren jumped into his arms. "Tamahomekun!' She pouted.

Tamahome tried to look away. "Yuiren!" He said.

She continued to pout.

Tamahome sighed. "It's just a jacket I found. I thought one of you could use it for warmth." He
handed it to Gyokuran. She smiled, taking the jacket, and pulling it on. Tamahome smiled. "It
fits?"

"Hai!" Gyokuran said happily. On the way home, Tamahome had found a little river, and had
cleansed most of the stains off of it. It was clean, no trace of blood on it.

He turned back to his father. Tamahome placed a pouch in his father's hand. "This should last
you a little while." He told him, and said, "I'll only be here for a few days, and then I'll be gone
again."

His father smiled. "Any time with we can spend with you, Tamahome." He told his son.

Tamahome smiled, and stood up, hugging each one of his siblings before turning to the table, to
help prepare supper.


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A messenger had come to the palace that afternoon. Hotohori had received the news with
great displeasure. Sakoto had been found. But she was in Kutou now. The Emperor and his men
were hosting her there. The two countries had been at odds for a while now, and Hotohori knew
he couldn't just go across the border, and bring Sakoto back. Now, he was truly at a loss for what
to do. Chou was trying to keep him happy for the day, but it wasn't working. Nothing would.
Hotohori feared for his little sister, and what would happen to her in Kutou.

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End of Part 2