Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ The power of a child ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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, an 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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Sakoto brought herself out of her dreamlike state. She hadn't remembered anything. She had no idea how she had gotten out of the theives hideout. She had known though that she had gotten out...That was it. She sat her body up in the bed she found beneath her. "Eto.." She muttered, and felt a sharp pain in her head. Her ribs ached as well, and she noticed a number of bandages covering her body. She laid her body back, into the soft bed beneath. She could barely move, her injuries were so bad. She moaned, and a man entered the room.

He sat down on a stool beside the bed. Sakoto moved her head to the side as much she could and found herself staring into the eyes of a man with brilliant blue eyes. Sakoto sensed something else behind them though. A coldness, a darkness, something. She smiled at him though, as he replaced some of the bandages on her leg, and her arm. He said nothing the entire time, and even when he replaced the bandage around her ribcage and chest, Sakoto didn't fight. She couldn't. She was too weak. After her bandages had been replaced, and her wounds cleaned, the man left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a bowl of soup. He fed it Sakoto, in tiny bits, and Sakoto felt like a little child again, at the age of two. When she had finished eating, the man placed her back in the bed, with the covers at the end, and placed a bucket of water near the edge of the bed. Sakoto didn't know what it was for, but didn't have the strength to ask him.

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Tamahome had spent the few days with his family, enjoying the stay. As he waved back at them, heading for the city again, he smiled. He hadn't thought about the girl he had saved for a while now. His heart hadn't felt anything either. No sensation of her, no chi sense, nothing. As he walked towards the city, he shrugged. Gyokuran had the girl's jacket now, and she wore it almost every day. It was cute. Tamahome hit a corner, and turned with it. It would take him another little while to get to the city, but it would mean more money for his family.

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More time had passed since the messenger had come to the palace. Hotohori's fears had subsided a little, but he was still just as worried. Chou, like she had been doing so often, was still managing to keep Hotohori's spirits up. Chou was comforting Hotohori a lot, and he rather liked it.

Hotohori breathed in deeply, and stood up, walking down the throne. He walked to his bedroom, and sat down in front of the mirror.

(Author's Note- this seems to be a pretty popular place, huh?)

The Emperor of Konan slipped his hat off, and his long, silky hair tumbled down his neck and face. He combed his fingers through it, enjoying its feel. He smiled. He was so beautiful...

"Hotohorisama!" Chou's voice chimed in.

"Nani?" Hotohori asked in return, turning around to look at Chou.

He walked in. "Hotohorisama..." He began, as he neared him.

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Haku had walked into Nakago's bedroom that night, expecting him to be ready for her. She knew he usually was. Upon her arrival though, she found the young girl Nakago had saved a few days earlier lying in his bed. Haku lifted her hand up, ready to attack the girl right then and there. Nakago grabbed her wrist as she brought it back.

"Nakago..Nakagosama!" Haku said, turning around to face him. "Gomen..Gomen ne!" She whimpered.

He stared into her eyes. "Haku." He said her name, letting go of her wrist. She bowed to him, and ran out of the room.

Haku ran back to her room, her vision ablur. She hadn't meant to...She didn't want to make Nakago mad at her. It wasn't her intention at all. She loved him so much, and with even the slightest amount of anger she showed towards others, she made him angry at her. She stumbled to her bed, once inside her room, and pulled her hair out, letting it flow behind her. She stood alone in her room, and felt tears come to her eyes.

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Sakoto saw the what had happened between Nakago and the young woman. After the many days she had been weak, Sakoto managed to find the strength within her to sit up. Her chest was bare, but covered in bandages as Nakago sat down on the bed.

"Arigatou..." Sakoto whispered to him. He didn't smile; and put his hand against her face, pushing a strand of loose hair out the way.

Sakoto breathed in and out deeply. She didn't know what to say to this man she had just met days ago, who had the kindness to save her. Nakago put his fingers to her lips.

"There's no need to say anything." He told her. Sakoto smiled. He brought his hand down to her chin, cupping it. "You have an intense power." He stated.

Sakoto looked at him. "Eto...Please." She told him. "Don't touch me." He withdrew his hand.

Sakoto sighed. She looked over her wounds. "You...You took care of me?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Hai. I found you in horrible shape near the border between Kutou and Konan." He told her. "I've been dressing your wounds since I brought you here."

Sakoto looked at him wide eyed. "Konan?" She tore the blankets off. "The Emperor...Oh no!" Sakoto thought. Her symbol blazed again on her forehead, and she fell back in pain. "Hotohorisama..." She whispered, as she collapsed, and Nakago placed her back into the bed.

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Chou bowed and said, "Hotohorisama. You...Are you in need of company?" He asked.

Hotohori sighed. "Hai...For a little while, Chou." He told her.

Chou sat down on the Emperor's bed. "No word has come from Sakoto yet." He said.

Hotohori stood up, and went over to the bed by Chou. "Hai...I worry for her, Chou. She's my little sister."

Chou nodded. He placed his hand on Hotohori's back and rubbed it.

Hotohori sighed again, and looked at Chou.

"She's in Kutou. Surely. the emperor has found her by now, and believes her to be the Seryiuu no Miko." He breathed deeply. "My little sister...What have they done to you..." He murmured.

Chou continued to rub Hotohori's back, and took Hotohori's hand, which was on the emperor's knee, in his own. He rubbed Hotohori's fingers in his own. "She'll come back, Hotohorisama." He reassured the emperor, and smiled at him. "She'll come back."

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Genrou had no luck in finding the girl, as they ravaged his gang ravaged various people who traveled throughout the woods that day.

As they returned to the hideout, Genrou slammed his fist into a door. "Chikusho!!" He swore, and broughtr his tessen out. "She'll pay, god damn it, she'll get what's coming to her! Oi!" He said loudly.

Kouji stood behind Genrou silently. "Ne, Genoukun." He said.

"Nani?!?!" Genrou asked, exremely mad.

Kouji paused for a moment. "She might of gone back to Konan." He said finally.

"Baka! Why would she-" Genrou began. He stopped. "Konan, ne?" He grinned. "Let's pack our things up and make a little trip to Konan." He told his men. "All right! Let's get going!" He ordered and the other bandits began to gather their assorted things together.

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Sakoto sat up in bed, startled a little. She took a quick survey of what surrounded her. Wincing in pain, Sakoto lay herself back down into the bed. The blonde haired man who had taken care of her the last few days wasn't in the room at the moment. Slowly, Sakoto brought herself to stand in front of a mirror. Her chest was the only part of her that was bare now. The bruises she had were almost faded and she noticed she barely ached at all. Sakoto smiled a little, and lifted up the hem of her skirt delicately.
A scar remained. She stlil hadn't determined what from. She placed the hem back down.

"Lady Sakoto." She heard the familiar voice. Sakoto spun around to face the voice.

Nakago grabbed her wrist fiercely. He looked her over with his eyes and said, "Your wounds have healed." Sakoto nodded. Nakago let her wrist free and stood back. Sakoto covered her arms with her chest, her face looking very scared. Nakago, with a blue pulse of ki, flung Sakoto at the wall behind her. She hit it and slumped to the ground, looking up at him with a fear in her eyes. Her silver symbol began to glow.

"Nakagosama?" She said.

He lifted his hand again, her skirt ripping off. She screamed and Nakago struck her across the face. She sat there, a stunned look on her face. Nakago removed his armor, hanging it on a section of wood by his door. He remained in his white shirt, pants and boots.

He could feel himself rising. He lusted, he desired after this girl's power. If he could exchange power with her...

Nakago picked her up by the fore arm, making her stand up. Her body shook with fear, but Nakago wanted, needed her power. He let go of her arm roughly and she hit the ground. Removing his shirt, his arm bands, his boots and his pants, he lay himself on top of her. With his right hand, Nakago pulled Sakoto's head back by her hair, biting and kissing her neck hard. She struggled underneath him, and he pinned her wrists down. Continuing to bite her neck, he pushed himself into her. Sakoto let out a scream of pain and he silenced her with his own mouth and tongue. The symbol on Sakoto's forehead glowed vivaciously and Nakago could feel a small portion of her power transferring to him.

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So finally reached the border of Konan city. He strolled through out the streets, managing to get bits of money here and there from local citizens.

He felt a large ki pulse. The young girl was still alive, but he couldn't pinpoint her aura. The feeling didn't pull him apart this time, it merely pulsed in the back of his own ki.

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Sakoto felt her head pulsing as she sat up. She searched around the dark room, noticing Nakago was gone. Shaking as she stood up, Sakoto grabbed the blanket on the bed. She wrapped it around her body and slumped in front of the bed frame, crying.

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Nakago walked through the garden of the Emperor's palace garden. He was in full armor now. He saw a small, delicate flower. He bent down, holding the flower in his hand, and as he attempted to lightly pluck it from the ground, he felt the strength in its roots. He let it be and continued to walk.

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Genrou and several of his bandits had managed to find a great deal of gold and jewelry in the last group of civilians they had ransacked. The bandit leader had ordered his men and their new treasure back to the hideout. He walked along the forest, and he heard a person's footsteps running through a nearby path. Genrou listened closely and stopped. He could now hear breathing and realized whoever this was, they were closer than he thought.

"Genrou!" He was tackled over. Sakoto had him pinned underneath her. She looked down at him and stood back up.

"Oi, onna, I thought I had gotten rid of you!" She hugged him tight and he growled.

"Genrouchan! I was so scared, I need to get back to the Emperor..." Tears brimmed in her eyelids.

The bandit gave her a disgusted look. "I thought you left to return to your Emperor." He said.

Sakoto shook her head. "A general in Kutou found me...I was attacked by a group of men, left for dead along the border..."

Genrou looked down at her. "A general of Kutou?"

"Hai." Sakoto told him. "He took me in and tended to my wounds..."

"And?" Genrou crossed his arms. He knew more was coming.

"He..." Sakoto looked up at him, choking it out. "He raped me."

Genrou took a step back. "What do I care? It's your own fault for running away. He turned around.

"Genrouchan...onegai shimasu...I don't know my way back to the Emperor's from the forest..." She stood there.

Genrou stopped and turned around. "Follow me."

"Arigatou gozamaisu..." Sakoto said. "Wo ai ni..." She whispered. She caught up to the bandit and held onto his arm.

Genrou looked down at her again. She was clothed in a white shirt, and a pair of pants too long for her. Her feet were bare and her hair was a tangled mess. Genrou had a small amount of compassion on the foreign girl. He let her continue to hang onto his arm as he led her through the forest.

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