Disclaimer: Though they don't show up in the story yet….I don't own any of
the Fushigi Yuugi characters…*sighs* Oh well. Onward with the Prologue!
"I never wanted this…" She sat there on the ground with the body of a small limp child in her arms.
"…Not like this…" She repeated to herself and shook her head. "…Not like this!" She screamed and held the child close to her heart. She herself was captured in a shadow that seemed to stretch from her across the face of her world. The sound of arrows whipping past, swords clashing, and war cries all but faded from her mind as she stared at the child's innocent face, and cold dim eyes.
"…not like this…" She repeated to herself over and over as she rocked the small corpse in her arms, and the world seemed to fade away in the noise behind her.
"KIRA!"
"…hmmm? …wha-?" A woman in a white garment that looked vaguely Arabian sat up on her couch and stared at the woman yelling at her from the alcove of the door.
"WE START IN FIVE! GET YOUR BUTT UP!" The shrill voiced administrative looking woman yelled. "AND DON'T FORGET TO CHECK YOUR LINES! They're on the table out here!" She said the last part quietly as to save her voice for later.
"Oh…it was just a dream…" She sighed, and stood up rubbing her eyes. "I'd better get out there-." She picked up a sheathed Samshir* and attached it to the rest of her costume.
"Get the props to stage two now!"
"I want that scenery up FIVE MINUTES AGO!"
"Not the red cover on the light! The blue one! She's playing Kurare not some demon!"
"But I thought Kurare WAS a demon!"
Stagehands and many actors ran by. Everyone was shouting and in a hurry, many were carrying papers or props. Several were gathering in front of a background set out of the path, however, one in particular shoved his way through them, and slammed into not only the table where Kira's script was, but fell atop Kira herself consequently knocking papers and random documents everywhere.
"Excuse me!" The boy scooped up the majority of his papers and, known to neither of them, the copy of Kira's script. "I am so late!" He ran off in half a moment.
"…Well, I'm fine thanks for asking…" Kira sat up, and something shot through her mind, like a spike into the earth.
'I will lead you to revolution!'
"What in the?" Kira sat forward, and rubbed her head. She gave up on the voice she heard and started to look for her script. She scooped up the papers into a pile, and sifted through them. Finally, after much sifting, Kira happened upon an old looking book with red string binding the spine together. The title was in Chinese, but the longer Kira stared at it the blurrier it became until finally the symbols melted together and reformed in French script.
1 "Mystérieux Théâtre : Fils de Révolution"
Kira squinted; the letters seemed to sharpen into their new forms. She stared for a moment recognizing the French words. "Mysterious Play: Son of Revolution…" Kira stared, and curled her fingers under the cover to open it.
"EVERYONE TO YOUR MARKS! NOW! CURTAIN OPENS IN THREE!" The woman from before yelled out using the stage managers megaphone, not that she needed it.
Kira stood up and walked to the backstage to be ready for her cue, but on her way she tossed the book into her dressing room.
The crowd gasped as the sword seemed to cut the air. A loud swoop and the sounds of a shutter opening were the only noises. Blue light flooded out over the stage and focused on the lone figure wearing a long white Arabic assassin costume. She stood with her long silver sword pointed directly at the main character's head.
The lights flashed, and there was another series of sounds. Swoosh. Clack. In between these two sounds there was the sound of metal being cleaved apart. The crowd gasped. The main character's sword had been cut in two and was lying on the ground, not long after the crowd saw the sword the main character fell to the ground and the lights dimmed.
"Though the world of men rages on in constant turmoil, the stars above us will never shift in their path, and shall glow above in eternal silence." The fallen main character spoke softly and cut through the silent awe of the crowd.
"But that is not to be… The fate of men is not that of the stars, for no matter how one may try the stars are beyond man, beast, or even my own grasp… Men will fight on forever to gain what they believe is right and just… Men falter and in that moment they become as their enemies and unworthy of the title Justice gives…" The standing woman did not stumble or stall she merely fell to the ground and said no more.
The curtains came down, and there was a pause in the crowd. After a moment passed the mass jumped up together and roared with applause and cheers. Roses were thrown upon the stage and there was a massive chanting. The curtains rose and the cast all bowed, this happened two or three times and then everyone started to leave for home or the party.
"Kira! That was great!" A girl jumped and grabbed onto Kira from offstage.
"GAK!" Kira stumbled forward as the girl leapt onto her. "Nu-ko! You're heavy!"
"But you're so big and strong!" Nu-ko, the play's costume designer protested as she hung onto her friend's back.
"Nu-ko!"
"Oh fine… Spoil-sport." Nu-ko slid off of Kira's back and smiled. "You did great out there tonight Kira!"
"Yeah, it was all thanks to that charm you lent me." Kira snickered and pulled down the chin-high collar to reveal a blue and gold choker that said 'Nu Kwa' on it.
"You're too modest! You're the best actor I've ever seen!" Nu-ko shook her finger at her friend as they walked to the party for the production team.
"She's right, you know?" Jaki, the boy who had played the lead in the play walked up next to them. "I swear you turned into Kurare there for a moment! I'm just glad you didn't hit me with the sword." He laughed and lightly punched Kira on the shoulder.
"Oh stop it you two." Kira rubbed her shoulder, and remembered the book she had found earlier. "Hey, I have to go do something, catch you two at the party later!"
"Uh okay…"
"See ya."
Kira stared at the cover of the book and wondered where it had come from. 'Oh! This must be the new script that Yuki was telling me about the other day!' Kira though to herself, and opened the book. Of course Kira never was one for introductions so she simply skipped ahead to the actual story.
"Kira-kun!" Nu-ko yelled, and cheerily and threw open the door to Kira's dressing room.
"Kira-sempai!" Jaki followed Nu-ko in with party poppers and a few sodas.
Both of the teenagers paused, and looked around the room. It was calm, quiet, still, and had an eerie air about it. The room was neat and tidy, except for the tussled pillows on the couch and a book lying face down in the center of the room.
"Kira…?" Nu-ko looked around with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Ow…" Kira sat up and rubbed her head. She felt as if she had been tossed into the air and fell through a tree, which wasn't too far from the truth.
"Hey! You up there! Come down at once and pay your respects to the emperor!"
"Who? Who said that? What emperor…?" Kira blinked, and opened her eyes. She was sitting on a large branch of a tree, and below her there were shouting guards and what appeared to be an emperor's carriage.
"You come down now!"
'Hey wait a second! That's my cue!' Kira was still disoriented but if there was one thing that she would never do it was miss a mark.
"Whenever the shallow darkness of men falls upon my path," Kira stood up on the branch she was on, and walked out from under the rest of the tree dramatically with her hand on the hilt of her Samshir. "Wherever I am faced with the arrogance of mortals, whatever material claims the hearts of the world."
Kira drew out her sword for effect on her final line, and the guards seemed to back away from the tree. "Whoever gets in my way shall shake at my name, for I am Kurare! The Desert Wind!" Kira hit her mark perfectly (or would have had this been the play) and leapt out of the tree directly into the middle of the road.
'Oh I am good…wow nice prop work on this set…' Kira looked around and saw that she was in the middle of a small town on the main road. In the road, standing before her, was a host of guards and a carriage drawn, reluctantly, by a white horse. All around there were peasants on their hands and knees almost praying to the carriage.
"What say you barbarians? Shall you turn and flee, and if not then have at me!" Kira yelled her next line (still not realizing she wasn't on set).
"Get that fool of a man!" The captain of the guards yelled, and the host of guards rushed at her swords drawn.
'Man? I know I'm still wearing a mask and a cape but…hey didn't this guy read the script, that's not the line!'
Whish. A sword came dangerously close to Kira's head, and she snapped out of her thoughts. Whish. Another came at her, and Kira fought back, she slashed at his sword and cleaved it in two. Clack, the blade of the guard's sword fell to the ground leaving the hilt in his hand.
"Leave this place pathetic humans, or thou shalt follow the path of thyn sword!" Kira made up a line, and the guards backed off quickly. "Take your garbage with you swine!" Kira picked up the blade and threw it at the guards. The blade sliced the ropes holding the horse to the carriage and the horse sprung forth.
The carriage and guards fled, and the crowd jumped up and cheered, they surrounded Kira and started chanting 'Ku-ra-re!' over and over again. Kira just blinked as she was lifted into the air, and people chanted her name. Everyone fell silent though and there was a blinding flash.
"Kira-sempai. Kira-sempai…"
Kira opened her eyes, and stared up at Jaki who was shaking her lightly. She had a throbbing headache, and felt as it she was going to fall apart. "What?" Kira whined and sounded as wiped out as she felt.
Author's Notes: Odd huh? Well after much study I have discovered the thing most often said when describing an anime/manga/fic is "Don't worry, it gets better!" I won't say it but lets just hope that's true!
Well, if you did like this great! …Sorry but don't expect too many 'speedy updates' ^^;;…
Please Review- *needs to know someone cares if she writes more or not*
"I never wanted this…" She sat there on the ground with the body of a small limp child in her arms.
"…Not like this…" She repeated to herself and shook her head. "…Not like this!" She screamed and held the child close to her heart. She herself was captured in a shadow that seemed to stretch from her across the face of her world. The sound of arrows whipping past, swords clashing, and war cries all but faded from her mind as she stared at the child's innocent face, and cold dim eyes.
"…not like this…" She repeated to herself over and over as she rocked the small corpse in her arms, and the world seemed to fade away in the noise behind her.
"KIRA!"
"…hmmm? …wha-?" A woman in a white garment that looked vaguely Arabian sat up on her couch and stared at the woman yelling at her from the alcove of the door.
"WE START IN FIVE! GET YOUR BUTT UP!" The shrill voiced administrative looking woman yelled. "AND DON'T FORGET TO CHECK YOUR LINES! They're on the table out here!" She said the last part quietly as to save her voice for later.
"Oh…it was just a dream…" She sighed, and stood up rubbing her eyes. "I'd better get out there-." She picked up a sheathed Samshir* and attached it to the rest of her costume.
"Get the props to stage two now!"
"I want that scenery up FIVE MINUTES AGO!"
"Not the red cover on the light! The blue one! She's playing Kurare not some demon!"
"But I thought Kurare WAS a demon!"
Stagehands and many actors ran by. Everyone was shouting and in a hurry, many were carrying papers or props. Several were gathering in front of a background set out of the path, however, one in particular shoved his way through them, and slammed into not only the table where Kira's script was, but fell atop Kira herself consequently knocking papers and random documents everywhere.
"Excuse me!" The boy scooped up the majority of his papers and, known to neither of them, the copy of Kira's script. "I am so late!" He ran off in half a moment.
"…Well, I'm fine thanks for asking…" Kira sat up, and something shot through her mind, like a spike into the earth.
'I will lead you to revolution!'
"What in the?" Kira sat forward, and rubbed her head. She gave up on the voice she heard and started to look for her script. She scooped up the papers into a pile, and sifted through them. Finally, after much sifting, Kira happened upon an old looking book with red string binding the spine together. The title was in Chinese, but the longer Kira stared at it the blurrier it became until finally the symbols melted together and reformed in French script.
1 "Mystérieux Théâtre : Fils de Révolution"
Kira squinted; the letters seemed to sharpen into their new forms. She stared for a moment recognizing the French words. "Mysterious Play: Son of Revolution…" Kira stared, and curled her fingers under the cover to open it.
"EVERYONE TO YOUR MARKS! NOW! CURTAIN OPENS IN THREE!" The woman from before yelled out using the stage managers megaphone, not that she needed it.
Kira stood up and walked to the backstage to be ready for her cue, but on her way she tossed the book into her dressing room.
The crowd gasped as the sword seemed to cut the air. A loud swoop and the sounds of a shutter opening were the only noises. Blue light flooded out over the stage and focused on the lone figure wearing a long white Arabic assassin costume. She stood with her long silver sword pointed directly at the main character's head.
The lights flashed, and there was another series of sounds. Swoosh. Clack. In between these two sounds there was the sound of metal being cleaved apart. The crowd gasped. The main character's sword had been cut in two and was lying on the ground, not long after the crowd saw the sword the main character fell to the ground and the lights dimmed.
"Though the world of men rages on in constant turmoil, the stars above us will never shift in their path, and shall glow above in eternal silence." The fallen main character spoke softly and cut through the silent awe of the crowd.
"But that is not to be… The fate of men is not that of the stars, for no matter how one may try the stars are beyond man, beast, or even my own grasp… Men will fight on forever to gain what they believe is right and just… Men falter and in that moment they become as their enemies and unworthy of the title Justice gives…" The standing woman did not stumble or stall she merely fell to the ground and said no more.
The curtains came down, and there was a pause in the crowd. After a moment passed the mass jumped up together and roared with applause and cheers. Roses were thrown upon the stage and there was a massive chanting. The curtains rose and the cast all bowed, this happened two or three times and then everyone started to leave for home or the party.
"Kira! That was great!" A girl jumped and grabbed onto Kira from offstage.
"GAK!" Kira stumbled forward as the girl leapt onto her. "Nu-ko! You're heavy!"
"But you're so big and strong!" Nu-ko, the play's costume designer protested as she hung onto her friend's back.
"Nu-ko!"
"Oh fine… Spoil-sport." Nu-ko slid off of Kira's back and smiled. "You did great out there tonight Kira!"
"Yeah, it was all thanks to that charm you lent me." Kira snickered and pulled down the chin-high collar to reveal a blue and gold choker that said 'Nu Kwa' on it.
"You're too modest! You're the best actor I've ever seen!" Nu-ko shook her finger at her friend as they walked to the party for the production team.
"She's right, you know?" Jaki, the boy who had played the lead in the play walked up next to them. "I swear you turned into Kurare there for a moment! I'm just glad you didn't hit me with the sword." He laughed and lightly punched Kira on the shoulder.
"Oh stop it you two." Kira rubbed her shoulder, and remembered the book she had found earlier. "Hey, I have to go do something, catch you two at the party later!"
"Uh okay…"
"See ya."
Kira stared at the cover of the book and wondered where it had come from. 'Oh! This must be the new script that Yuki was telling me about the other day!' Kira though to herself, and opened the book. Of course Kira never was one for introductions so she simply skipped ahead to the actual story.
"Kira-kun!" Nu-ko yelled, and cheerily and threw open the door to Kira's dressing room.
"Kira-sempai!" Jaki followed Nu-ko in with party poppers and a few sodas.
Both of the teenagers paused, and looked around the room. It was calm, quiet, still, and had an eerie air about it. The room was neat and tidy, except for the tussled pillows on the couch and a book lying face down in the center of the room.
"Kira…?" Nu-ko looked around with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Ow…" Kira sat up and rubbed her head. She felt as if she had been tossed into the air and fell through a tree, which wasn't too far from the truth.
"Hey! You up there! Come down at once and pay your respects to the emperor!"
"Who? Who said that? What emperor…?" Kira blinked, and opened her eyes. She was sitting on a large branch of a tree, and below her there were shouting guards and what appeared to be an emperor's carriage.
"You come down now!"
'Hey wait a second! That's my cue!' Kira was still disoriented but if there was one thing that she would never do it was miss a mark.
"Whenever the shallow darkness of men falls upon my path," Kira stood up on the branch she was on, and walked out from under the rest of the tree dramatically with her hand on the hilt of her Samshir. "Wherever I am faced with the arrogance of mortals, whatever material claims the hearts of the world."
Kira drew out her sword for effect on her final line, and the guards seemed to back away from the tree. "Whoever gets in my way shall shake at my name, for I am Kurare! The Desert Wind!" Kira hit her mark perfectly (or would have had this been the play) and leapt out of the tree directly into the middle of the road.
'Oh I am good…wow nice prop work on this set…' Kira looked around and saw that she was in the middle of a small town on the main road. In the road, standing before her, was a host of guards and a carriage drawn, reluctantly, by a white horse. All around there were peasants on their hands and knees almost praying to the carriage.
"What say you barbarians? Shall you turn and flee, and if not then have at me!" Kira yelled her next line (still not realizing she wasn't on set).
"Get that fool of a man!" The captain of the guards yelled, and the host of guards rushed at her swords drawn.
'Man? I know I'm still wearing a mask and a cape but…hey didn't this guy read the script, that's not the line!'
Whish. A sword came dangerously close to Kira's head, and she snapped out of her thoughts. Whish. Another came at her, and Kira fought back, she slashed at his sword and cleaved it in two. Clack, the blade of the guard's sword fell to the ground leaving the hilt in his hand.
"Leave this place pathetic humans, or thou shalt follow the path of thyn sword!" Kira made up a line, and the guards backed off quickly. "Take your garbage with you swine!" Kira picked up the blade and threw it at the guards. The blade sliced the ropes holding the horse to the carriage and the horse sprung forth.
The carriage and guards fled, and the crowd jumped up and cheered, they surrounded Kira and started chanting 'Ku-ra-re!' over and over again. Kira just blinked as she was lifted into the air, and people chanted her name. Everyone fell silent though and there was a blinding flash.
"Kira-sempai. Kira-sempai…"
Kira opened her eyes, and stared up at Jaki who was shaking her lightly. She had a throbbing headache, and felt as it she was going to fall apart. "What?" Kira whined and sounded as wiped out as she felt.
Author's Notes: Odd huh? Well after much study I have discovered the thing most often said when describing an anime/manga/fic is "Don't worry, it gets better!" I won't say it but lets just hope that's true!
Well, if you did like this great! …Sorry but don't expect too many 'speedy updates' ^^;;…
Please Review- *needs to know someone cares if she writes more or not*