Author's notes:
First and foremost, you'll need an open mind and more than a little imagination for this story. That's it. Kindly bear with me as I twisted the actual happenings in the anime to suit this story. It will unfold as you read along the way, I promise. I've always wanted to do this kind of plot, and the main characters of my story have always been a fascination to me, hence my use of them. Together. In the same story. I purposefully left out any clues as to whom my plot will center on, except for Soi. I love Soi, just love her. That should clear up some cobwebs. Nonetheless, I hope to surprise most of you with my other main character. For those who may hazard a correct guess, please leave them out of the reviews, for the benefit of future readers. :) Criticisms, praise, whatever - all reviews (not flames) are welcome!
Yaddah, yaddah, yaddah, about my not owning anything about Fushigi Yuugi and its characters. The plot is mine, though, along with some original characters.
Kutou, post-war with Konan country
The time of turbulence finally came to an end, at the price of blood, sacrifice, and strife. The blue flags have become torn and tattered, stained by soot and charred by countless fires. Despite the poor condition of the cloths, the flags are still raised high, straining and flapping in the blustery wind. It remains a symbol for the people, as well as a representation of the country itself. The emperor had not anticipated it, but Konan had risen in defense – as if echoing the battle that was happening in world of Priestess Yui. The Suzaku warriors had come to the fore to protect their own priestess in the ensuing battle with Nakago. In the unexpected way of fate, or perhaps it was ordained by the gods, the Suzaku warriors had triumphed. The seemingly unbeatable Seiryuu senshi was transported back to the Book of the Four Gods, at the brink of death and, like his fellow living Seiryuu senshi, rendered powerless.
It might be considered treasonous, but the sentiments of most of Kutou's sovereignty leaned toward relief and gratitude that their mighty, power-hungry nation had been crippled enough to cease looking for wars and creating enemies. The emperor had been killed by his general, and the general had become too weak to seek revenge on the country and people who defeated him. Without a cruel, dictatorial ruler, the people had resolved to rebuild Kutou on the foundation of peace and hopes for a better future. What was left of the Seiryuu senshi had disbanded, being without their powers for the first time; each one seeking his own fortune as a part of the survivors rising from the ashes of war. Everyone was making the best out of this unseen, fresh start on a new life. The war was a harbinger of pain and destruction, and no one foresaw the good that would come out of such violence and brutality. Yet to every setting sun, there dawns a new day; to every worn, blue flag, a new one is crafted out of better, stronger, and more resilient thread; and to every loss of family or friend, there lies the hope that future sons and daughters won't have to experience the same kind of wrenching pain.
It was a surreal time of tremulous peace in Kutou, one that the people are careful not to upset.
Unbeknownst to the world outside, Nakago lay in the palace, comatose, undisturbed, but healing…