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This story contains SPOILERS, especially for the episodes concerning Chiriko and the Seiryuu seishi. (If you don't know who they are, I have no idea why you'd even be reading this, but I'll put a warning anyway.) Also, it's an Alternate Universe, which means I play around with the Fushigi Yuugi storyline and see what chaos it causes.
"I choose to love you in silence, because in silence, I find no rejection. And I choose to love you in my loneliness, because in loneliness no one owns you but me." A quote I believe sums up Tomo's feelings about Nakago exactly.
Tomo, Seiryuu seishi, blinked slowly, long lashes fluttering around his golden eyes. Waking up a little more, he stretched luxuriantly and sat up in bed. His unbuttoned green nightshirt, which was the only clothing he owned other than his costume, flapped slightly, and he felt a slight chill of wind. Wondering why, he looked around and saw what had awoken him.
The door was open, and his fellow seishi and rival Soi was standing there, looking mildly amused.
"Ah, you're awake," the woman said, flicking her cranberry hair out of her eyes in a dismissive way. "Nakago-sama would like you to report to his quarters."
Tomo fought to keep his face an impassive mask. "Nakago-sama wants me to report to his quarters?" he asked, his voice amazingly steady. Upon Soi's impatient nod, he allowed himself a smile. "Very well. Tell him I shall be there in half an hour."
"He said to make sure you come straight away," Soi replied. "He was insistent, actually." She smirked, her eyes lighting up maliciously. "Although it might be preferable for you to dress properly first." With these final words, the female seishi shut the door and walked away. Tomo could almost see the extra spring in her step.
The illusionist glared at the door Soi had just closed, as though she might suddenly come back with another rude comment. Tomo knew what the woman was implying and it irked him greatly.
"She'll see it differently when I get what I want," he said. He cackled in his characteristic way, but the sound was hollow, as though he didn't even believe what he was saying himself.
Tomo walked down the halls of Kutou palace, his striking opera regalia now rather less imposing due to the lack of make-up. He felt like everyone was staring him down, wondering who the boy with the slim frame and pretty face was.
Putting these pointless thoughts out of his mind carefully knocked on the closed door to Nakago's room.
"Come in," came the deep, emotionless voice of the shogun. Tomo obeyed silently, moving with the grace of the dancer and acrobat he was.
"Nakago-sama, you wished to speak to me?" he asked quietly.
Nakago's expression changed fluidly from one of total impassivity to his trademark smirk. "Yes, Tomo-san," he said. Tomo idly wondered how many of Nakago's facial expressions were truly due to the emotion he doubtlessly felt somewhere and how many were simply tools for manipulation, like everything else about the Seiryuu sei. "Tomo-san, I believe you know the Suzaku seishi are close to having all their members. All except Tamahome, of course," continued Nakago, breaking Tomo from his reverie.
"I have been informed of this, yes," Tomo said carefully. "I was of the opinion, however, that as we have Tamahome here, there would be no need for any other... dealings with the Suzaku at this point in time." His composure, something which he prided himself on, was a little affected by the shogun's manner. Nakago was calm to the level of cold detachment. It was unnerving to say the least.
"The Suzaku seishi are not to be underestimated. They may not be as strong as you or I, but they are nowhere near weak. We need a way of removing the threat to us without open conflict until the very last step," explained Nakago.
"Subterfuge," stated Tomo. "You wish to send a spy into the ranks."
"Correct. Tomo-san, you are one of Seiryuu's most loyal and powerful warriors. I believe you are the best choice for such a mission." Nakago looked right into Tomo's amber eyes. The illusionist was suddenly acutely aware of his lack of make-up. "Do you agree?"
There has to be some sort of mind control in that voice... Tomo mused. Aloud, he said, "Of course." He knew that of the Seiryuu seishi currently gathered (Soi, Miboshi, Ashitare, Nakago and himself) he and Soi were the only choices that were even possible. Ashitare and Miboshi had the appearances of escapees from the circus and the Suzaku seishi had already encountered Nakago a number of times. Soi, of course, would be otherwise occupied.
"I trust you shall be ready with less distinctive clothing tomorrow," 'suggested' Nakago.
This story contains SPOILERS, especially for the episodes concerning Chiriko and the Seiryuu seishi. (If you don't know who they are, I have no idea why you'd even be reading this, but I'll put a warning anyway.) Also, it's an Alternate Universe, which means I play around with the Fushigi Yuugi storyline and see what chaos it causes.
"I choose to love you in silence, because in silence, I find no rejection. And I choose to love you in my loneliness, because in loneliness no one owns you but me." A quote I believe sums up Tomo's feelings about Nakago exactly.
Tomo, Seiryuu seishi, blinked slowly, long lashes fluttering around his golden eyes. Waking up a little more, he stretched luxuriantly and sat up in bed. His unbuttoned green nightshirt, which was the only clothing he owned other than his costume, flapped slightly, and he felt a slight chill of wind. Wondering why, he looked around and saw what had awoken him.
The door was open, and his fellow seishi and rival Soi was standing there, looking mildly amused.
"Ah, you're awake," the woman said, flicking her cranberry hair out of her eyes in a dismissive way. "Nakago-sama would like you to report to his quarters."
Tomo fought to keep his face an impassive mask. "Nakago-sama wants me to report to his quarters?" he asked, his voice amazingly steady. Upon Soi's impatient nod, he allowed himself a smile. "Very well. Tell him I shall be there in half an hour."
"He said to make sure you come straight away," Soi replied. "He was insistent, actually." She smirked, her eyes lighting up maliciously. "Although it might be preferable for you to dress properly first." With these final words, the female seishi shut the door and walked away. Tomo could almost see the extra spring in her step.
The illusionist glared at the door Soi had just closed, as though she might suddenly come back with another rude comment. Tomo knew what the woman was implying and it irked him greatly.
"She'll see it differently when I get what I want," he said. He cackled in his characteristic way, but the sound was hollow, as though he didn't even believe what he was saying himself.
Tomo walked down the halls of Kutou palace, his striking opera regalia now rather less imposing due to the lack of make-up. He felt like everyone was staring him down, wondering who the boy with the slim frame and pretty face was.
Putting these pointless thoughts out of his mind carefully knocked on the closed door to Nakago's room.
"Come in," came the deep, emotionless voice of the shogun. Tomo obeyed silently, moving with the grace of the dancer and acrobat he was.
"Nakago-sama, you wished to speak to me?" he asked quietly.
Nakago's expression changed fluidly from one of total impassivity to his trademark smirk. "Yes, Tomo-san," he said. Tomo idly wondered how many of Nakago's facial expressions were truly due to the emotion he doubtlessly felt somewhere and how many were simply tools for manipulation, like everything else about the Seiryuu sei. "Tomo-san, I believe you know the Suzaku seishi are close to having all their members. All except Tamahome, of course," continued Nakago, breaking Tomo from his reverie.
"I have been informed of this, yes," Tomo said carefully. "I was of the opinion, however, that as we have Tamahome here, there would be no need for any other... dealings with the Suzaku at this point in time." His composure, something which he prided himself on, was a little affected by the shogun's manner. Nakago was calm to the level of cold detachment. It was unnerving to say the least.
"The Suzaku seishi are not to be underestimated. They may not be as strong as you or I, but they are nowhere near weak. We need a way of removing the threat to us without open conflict until the very last step," explained Nakago.
"Subterfuge," stated Tomo. "You wish to send a spy into the ranks."
"Correct. Tomo-san, you are one of Seiryuu's most loyal and powerful warriors. I believe you are the best choice for such a mission." Nakago looked right into Tomo's amber eyes. The illusionist was suddenly acutely aware of his lack of make-up. "Do you agree?"
There has to be some sort of mind control in that voice... Tomo mused. Aloud, he said, "Of course." He knew that of the Seiryuu seishi currently gathered (Soi, Miboshi, Ashitare, Nakago and himself) he and Soi were the only choices that were even possible. Ashitare and Miboshi had the appearances of escapees from the circus and the Suzaku seishi had already encountered Nakago a number of times. Soi, of course, would be otherwise occupied.
"I trust you shall be ready with less distinctive clothing tomorrow," 'suggested' Nakago.