Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ To Make You Forget ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Title: "To Make You Forget"

Summary: Chichiri had his heart broken, and his mind ravished ¬ what can help him forget? Takes place before the summonings take place.

A/N: This is a "WHAT-IF" fic, in that I realize that this isnºt how it originally wentand I know that Miaka didnºt find out about Chichiriºs face until right now - but I am hoping that you will be kind enough to forgive the creative license that I have taken with this story. This was inspired by reading great stories pairing Chichiri with the other Suzaku SeishiWhile those stories are awesome, I firmly believe that Chichiri likes women



Disclaimer: I donºt own any of the original characters, they are all copyright Yu Watase and Shogakukan comics. Koikokoro is owned and copyrighted by me

"Did Tasuki mention whatºs going on, ya know?" Chichiri started running, then noticed that Nuriko was not with him, but back a ways ¬ leaning over with his hands on his knees.

"Daijoube?"

"Nothing, ChichiriHe just said that he wanted you to hurry. He has something that you may be interested in." He looked concerned, but inwardly he smirked knowingly.

"Iºll be fine, you go on ahead." Nuriko said heroically.


"Hai" Chichiri hurried forward, without a look behind.

Nuriko stood erect, watching Chichiri walk quickly away. Nuriko grinned slyly. «Poor Chichiridoesnºt know what heºs in forº He began to follow from a distance. «Donºt want to miss this!"

Nuriko slunk behind the shadows, making sure to follow as quickly and as closely as he dared to. Chichiri was intent on finding Tasuki. So intent that he didnºt notice Nuriko.

Chichiri felt his mind racing, why would Tasuki want to meet with him? He didnºt have much time for thought, as he found himself at the column. Tasuki stepped out of the shadows, a fanged grin on his face.

"What did you call me for? Nuriko said it was important."

Tasuki didnºt stop grinning. "I have something that I need your opinion with." Tasuki put his arm around Chichiriºs shoulder and they started to walk towards the palace rooms. They stopped in front of his room. Chichiri sweatdropped. This was how it usually began in his dreams. One of the Seishi leading him back to his room.


If Tasuki noticed Chichiriºs reaction, he didnºt let on. "Nuriko and I have been noticing that lately you have been acting like a baka. We came to the conclusion that you needed to get fricking laidSo...we decided to get you a gift."

Chichiriºs eyebrows were knit in irritation. He took his mask off for a moment, so that he could glare at Tasuki with his one eye.


"Tasuki" He said very quietly. "What did you do?"

Tasuki blanched for a moment, but he quickly regained his momentum. "I SAID Nuriko and I" He said loudly and pointedly to the darkness beyond them. Nuriko popped his head out from the shadow and looked at Chichiri with his eyes closed in a smile.

Nuriko stated grandly. "We got you a gift." He nodded at Tasuki, who stepped to one side, revealing a young woman wearing a dark blue kimono with dark pink fabric hemming. She had her eyes on her hands, which were clasped at her waist.

Chichiri couldnºt get a clear image of her face, but her dark pink hair hung down her back, her bangs fringing over her eyes. He couldnºt tell what she was thinking. He watched as she bit her lip nervously. He looked back at Tasuki and Nuriko, sweatdropping.

"Sheºsfor me?" He asked softly, bewildered, pointing to his chest. Both Tasuki and Nuriko nodded emphatically.

"Hai!" With that, they escorted Koikokoro into Chichiriºs room, and pushed Chichiri past the doors.

"Matte! Doushite -?!" Before he could get another word out, Tasuki closed the door on his face. He heard Tasuki and Nuriko giggling from the other side of the door. "Letºs go get Miaka now."


"Kanwotsukusu!" They called behind them.



Chichiri blanched. «Kanwotsukusuº? He looked at the girl standing in his room, still looking at her hands. She was his to enjoy?! He closed his eyes momentarily. He was getting a headache. She was his to enjoyNANI?!?! He could feel his blood begin to boil. How DARE they? Why couldnºt they just leave him alone?

"Chichiri-sama?" Surprised by the sound of her voice, Chichiri whipped around and suddenly he had her backed up against the wall, his forearm digging into her throat.

"Aaaa" She whimpered in reply. She tried to look only at his chest that was in front of her, but found that that seemed to make him angrier. Her mind raced. How would she get out of this situation as gracefully as possible?

"Look at me!" Chichiri nearly barked the order out.

Koikokoro reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his. If the situation hadnºt been so serious, she would have found it extremely odd that his face wasnot life like. But she could feel so much anger there. But there was something elseAlmost sadness. She wasnºt very good at reading people, so she couldnºt be sure ¬ but she felt her fear fading away to be replaced by sympathy.

Chichiriºs upper lip quivered with heightened emotion. He stared at the large gray eyes in front of his own. There was sympathy in those eyes. There were also tears welling. He felt something snap within his mind.

«Tearswaterpainº "IIE!" He shouted loudly at nothing in particular. As he let her go, he slammed one fist into the wall by where her head had been. His squeezed his eyes shut as he bit back his own emotion.

Koikokoroºs nearly limp body buckled at the knees as she fell to the floor. She leaned against the wall, holding her throat gently. She watched as Chichiri slowly backed away from her and sat on his bed, dejectedly cradling his face with his hands.

Koikokoro moved quietly towards where he sat. He paid her no attention. She sat on her knees at his feet and just watched him for a moment. He was breathing heavily. His blue cropped hair was standing nearly on end. The tuft of hair over his face was bowing down to caress him. She saw something fall to the ground. She leaned over to retrieve it. Picking it up, she turned it over in her hands. It was a mask.

She quickly looked up at his face. Both of his eyes were shut, but there was a scar over his left eye. She offered the mask to him, and he took it ¬ raising his face just enough for her to see that he could only open one eye.

"Gomen, Chichiri-sama" She said so softly, she could hardly hear it.

Chichiri heard it though, and looked at her full in the face. "Iºm the one who should apologize." He laughed then, a resigned laugh. "I donºt even know your name."

"Watashi, Iºm Koikokoro, Chichiri-sama." She was still on the floor at his feet.

"Koikokoro,ne? Gomen, Koikokoro, I-I donºt know what came over me just now." He could feel a tear beginning to run down his face.

Without thinking, she leaned closer to him to wipe the tear away. Almost as soon as her skin touched his, she backed down, as if by touching him, she was touching flame itself. But then, looking at him gave her courage to touch his face again. She slowly brought her hand to the side of his face, with her thumb lightly trailing underneath his left eye.

He closed his eye and just sat there, unsure of what was happening. He could feel his heart beating faster. His eye shocked open as he felt her fingers trace the scar.

She didnºt even phase. He wasnºt even sure that she noticed how uncomfortable he was. She kept right on touching his scar, as though fascinated by it.

"How did you receive this?" She said softly, more of an invitation than a question. As if she would respect any answer that he gave her.

"I donºt really want to talk about it, if you donºt mind."

"Of course not, Chichiri-sama. Tonight, I am here for your comfort." She slowly pulled herself up to her full height while still kneeling. Her hand never leaving his face, she lightly kissed the scar.

Chichiri twitched. But then she took his hands in hers and brought them to her own face. Kissing both of his palms, she moved them to caress her skin by her eyes.

"Tonight, I am yours."