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AN: this is a Chiriko fic. I don't really LIKE him, there's just not enough fics about him. Sooo yah.
The worth of a seishi...
By: fire demoness
My tiny slippered feet made soft pattering sounds on the newly polished palace floor as I walked over to a table in Hotohori's library.The stack of books I had gotten about early Chinese literature were almost taller than I was. A servant walked to me and bowed, as all the servants had gotten used to doing when they met a Suzaku seishi. After the first week of telling them it was no big deal, one just got tired of it.
"Will you require any more books sir?"
I thought about it and finally shook my head.
" I'll retrieve anything else I need. But thank you anyways. "
He smiled and bowed again as he walked away.
I sighed as I opened up the first heavy and dusty book. Soon afterwards, my mind stolled away from the poem I had been reading. There was silence all around me and that was when I felt the first pang of loneliness. No other seishi or even servant was here, just me. By myself. Hotohori and the others were nice to me and he let me use any room I please, but every time there was a fight, I was always pushed to safety and had to wait until the fight was over and always, someone got hurt. Just never me.
I didn't WANT to lose a limb, but it just made me feel small, weak, and useless. Intelligence. What sort of POWER was that?!? I slammed the book shut, my mind too frustrated to calm my nerves with poems. What had my god intended for me to do? To be? Just to help my miko, but HOW CAN I HELP HER if I cant even FIGHT?
"knowledge is the key to everything. All the mysteries in the world at your hand. It makes men powerful and can make men weak. It all depends on you..."
My grandpa( I just made it up, who knows if he HAS a grandpa?) was always smart. His intelligence rivaled mine, even with my powers. As a child, I had always turned to him for advice and he was the one that made me believe that I could help the miko.
What help was I now? Left out in fights, all alone. The small one. The weak one. The one that needs to be protected.
A servant rushed into the room.
"Sir, there has been an attack. We must get you to safety."
He ran out, trying to find a safe spot. I just stood there, shocked at him interuppting my thoughts. Then my expresion hardened and I rushed out of the room. Another fight for me to run away from. Not anymore.
**behind him**
A purple book's pages fluttered in the chill wind blowing in from the open window, where a raging battle was taking place, and where one small figure was running towards it...
TBC?
Owari?
I judge by reviews. I didn't mean to make it sound like chapter one. It sjust my little fic to Chiriko. Almost christmas. I LOVE REVIEWS!**hint hint**
AN: this is a Chiriko fic. I don't really LIKE him, there's just not enough fics about him. Sooo yah.
The worth of a seishi...
By: fire demoness
My tiny slippered feet made soft pattering sounds on the newly polished palace floor as I walked over to a table in Hotohori's library.The stack of books I had gotten about early Chinese literature were almost taller than I was. A servant walked to me and bowed, as all the servants had gotten used to doing when they met a Suzaku seishi. After the first week of telling them it was no big deal, one just got tired of it.
"Will you require any more books sir?"
I thought about it and finally shook my head.
" I'll retrieve anything else I need. But thank you anyways. "
He smiled and bowed again as he walked away.
I sighed as I opened up the first heavy and dusty book. Soon afterwards, my mind stolled away from the poem I had been reading. There was silence all around me and that was when I felt the first pang of loneliness. No other seishi or even servant was here, just me. By myself. Hotohori and the others were nice to me and he let me use any room I please, but every time there was a fight, I was always pushed to safety and had to wait until the fight was over and always, someone got hurt. Just never me.
I didn't WANT to lose a limb, but it just made me feel small, weak, and useless. Intelligence. What sort of POWER was that?!? I slammed the book shut, my mind too frustrated to calm my nerves with poems. What had my god intended for me to do? To be? Just to help my miko, but HOW CAN I HELP HER if I cant even FIGHT?
"knowledge is the key to everything. All the mysteries in the world at your hand. It makes men powerful and can make men weak. It all depends on you..."
My grandpa( I just made it up, who knows if he HAS a grandpa?) was always smart. His intelligence rivaled mine, even with my powers. As a child, I had always turned to him for advice and he was the one that made me believe that I could help the miko.
What help was I now? Left out in fights, all alone. The small one. The weak one. The one that needs to be protected.
A servant rushed into the room.
"Sir, there has been an attack. We must get you to safety."
He ran out, trying to find a safe spot. I just stood there, shocked at him interuppting my thoughts. Then my expresion hardened and I rushed out of the room. Another fight for me to run away from. Not anymore.
**behind him**
A purple book's pages fluttered in the chill wind blowing in from the open window, where a raging battle was taking place, and where one small figure was running towards it...
TBC?
Owari?
I judge by reviews. I didn't mean to make it sound like chapter one. It sjust my little fic to Chiriko. Almost christmas. I LOVE REVIEWS!**hint hint**