Itsuka Junsin
Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi or any of the characters associated with it. I am not making any money off this so if you suit me, you'd be wasting your time.
Author's Note: I am here to warn you. This chapter is very messed up. It's more of an introduction to the main character and plot then a chapter but whatever. The next one is a more "traditional" chapter. Those of you who have read my other FY fic will probably like this one, too, once it gets going. Oh, the title means "Ever Pure" in case you didn't know. Anyway, I'll just start the story now. . .
Chapter 1: Prelude to Terror
I am love.
I am hate.
I am alive yet I am dead.
This is my fate.
The only thing I am sure of is that I am pure. Pure is a funny term to use, however. People automatically connect the word "pure" with "good." But I am not good. Nor am I evil. I am just. . .pure. But pure can mean good or evil. It can mean anything as long as it is only one thing. So perhaps I am not pure after all.
I protect the pure, though. Indeed, there was a time when people knew of me, believed in me, but that time has ended. Now they are afraid to even speak my name aloud. Not many people open their minds to me anymore. No one seeks me out. Those that claim to have seen or spoken to me are often called insane and locked away in a prison where the only things that will listen to them are the rats that infest their cells. Serves them right. Most of them were lying anyway.
But there are occasions when people do seek me out and I answer them. These people are often surprised when I reply. What did they expect? They called me. They often have the potential for greatness if only they would listen to my wisdom. But they rarely do. Therefore, they must not be pure or worthy my time.
You must be wondering by now what exactly I am. What am I? It is such a wonderful question. Such a question is truly worthy of an answer, which I will give you, in time. I am, as I have already said, the protector of the pure. I also protect the lost souls. I protect anything that requires my protection. On good days, that is. On bad ones, I am a voice in the back of your head, the sweet little whisper of temptation, an all-powerful voice of persuasion. People tend to listen more when I am that, which makes me happy.
I have traveled to many worlds, even through time and space itself. I have been to the future and it is an even stranger place than the present. There, I am nothing more than a legend at best. They compare me to the Furies of ancient Greece. I am like them, I suppose, but I should not be confused with them. The Furies torture criminals, I create them. That's on bad days.
Now, back to the question of who I am. I have been described as both a demon and a spirit. I used to have a physical form and be free to roam around the world, to come and go as I pleased. But now, the gods have confined me to a single location and taken away my physical form. They have trapped me here against my will for what seems like an eternity. All I can do to pass the time is observe the world as it goes on through a small portal. I know why they trapped me here but it doesn't make sense. They never even gave me a chance to defend myself. I didn't do anything wrong. They say I can leave once I find someone who will trust me. They think it will never happen but I know it will, someday. I don't know who they are to give me orders. I am far more powerful than them and if they had not worked together to seal me here, I would have escaped long ago. In a couple of decades they will be reduced to mere memories anyway. I will live on while they fade. I have seen the future, I know.
The future people believe that the people of my time, those who believe in many gods, are primitive. I do not think so. We have accomplished far more than they with what we have to work with. They say our gods do not exist but how would they know? Our gods are real. All gods are real. They just lose power once people stop believing in them. Much like myself. Here I am, living a life as a shadow, because no one believes in me. But I will find someone. Oh yes. . .I will get my revenge.
As I have said, I have nothing to do but watch these people, all day long, day after day. And I have spent many days in this place. This provided me with a lot of time to plan my revenge. I can still infiltrate the minds of the people I watch, if they are open enough, but not much else. That is all I need, however, to regain my strength. I think I have found someone I can manipulate to do my bidding. First, I must watch him some more. Then I can proceed with my plan to get my physical self back. Once I do that, hehe, nothing can stop me from wandering the dimensions freely once more. But before I do that, I must get my revenge on the gods who put me here. The man I have chosen is very important to one of them; the one who convinced the others to condemn me here. Suzaku. . .you will pay!
This man, Genrou I believe his name is, is one of Suzaku's warriors. The priestess hasn't found him yet and without him Suzaku cannot be summoned. This I have learned from watching other people. If Suzaku cannot be summoned, Konan will collapse and chaos will brew. Then, I can move on to a new dimension and leave this one and its gods to rot. You see I am not good. I seek revenge. I want revenge. Perhaps that is why I am compared to the Furies. It is not important. What it is important is that I accomplish my goal.
I am watching Genrou now. He seems to be a bandit, which is always a plus. Their minds are already twisted and they are not foreigners to temptation. I have not entered his mind yet. I cannot. It could give Suzaku a clue. He must not know of my plan. I must not let anything or anyone stand in the way of my goal this time. That is why I must only watch him for now.
I stalk around my confinement. I am sick of this space! It is bad enough that I am reduced to an un-menacing shadow spirit without having to be trapped in a room, too! I hate hate hate hate HATE them! That is why I must get my revenge. I have lost my sense of self. I do not even know what I look like anymore. Having no physical form, I have no reflection. I cannot see myself even if I put my hand in front of my face. All I see is a dark shadow. It has its good points, too, I guess. I can inhabit bodies sometimes and make them do what I want. This may make me sound evil, but I am not. As I have said, I am not evil nor am I good.
Genrou is an interesting person: a bandit with a heart. Who would have thought they exist? He intrigues me. Perhaps that is why I have chosen him. Possibly, but not entirely. I have looked into the minds of his friends to find out more about him. Some of them were helpful others were not. One bandit, Kouji, was very helpful. I will consider sparing him from the chaos later. I'll consider it but it probably won't happen.
The gods do not know that I can still enter people's minds. They think I am powerless without a body. One of them, Byakko, convinced the others to give me the portal so I would have something to do. They did not think that I enter people's minds using it. The fools. Their gift to me will be their downfall. All I have to do is be able to look into the eyes of a person to see into their soul and reach their minds and take control.
I am missing one minor detail to my master plan. I have no name. If I am asked my name, which will probably happen, what will I say? If I told him my real name, he would think I was insane and my plan would fail. I have had many other names over the years but none have been the least bit flattering. So I must think of a name.
You must be wondering about my plan by now. Well, I cannot tell you it yet. You could be a spy for the gods for all I know. It will become painfully clear to you all soon enough. All I can tell you now is that not everyone would be able to pull it off. I am not trying to sound conceited but it has many areas in which people may experience a change of heart. But I will not fail for I have been doing this for far to long to begin to feel sorry for my victims. I do what I have to do. It is the way I am.
I have another flaw in my plan that I did not foresee until now. I do not know what I will end up looking like when I get my physical form back. It might not be the same as it was before. I do not even know if I will have clothes on when I go to the surface. Being a shadow spirit, I do not own any clothes. The gods did not see why I would need them. After all, as far as they know, no one will ever see me. Oh well. . .I will do what I have to even if it means mugging some traveler. I have done worse. But if I get my powers back, I may be able to orb myself some clothes. I think I have even thought of a decent name for myself. Nephiro. It is weird, I will admit that, but it could work. I must prepare now. The time of my retribution is near.
Author's Note: Ok, that's the first chapter. The next one will be out soon. It actually has some action in it. This one was needed because obviously most of the story is going to revolve around her plan. What is this so- called "plan" of hers and how can it possibly cause the downfall of an entire world? Who is she and what is she? All of this will be explained at some point.
Oh, here's a hint of what's to come because I'm so nice (not).
"I'm free!!!" I yelled as loud as my voice would allow me. I couldn't help it. It had been such a long time since I felt grass on my feet and the sun on my skin. Hell, it's been a long time since I had skin.
There ya go. Until next time!
~Smack
Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi or any of the characters associated with it. I am not making any money off this so if you suit me, you'd be wasting your time.
Author's Note: I am here to warn you. This chapter is very messed up. It's more of an introduction to the main character and plot then a chapter but whatever. The next one is a more "traditional" chapter. Those of you who have read my other FY fic will probably like this one, too, once it gets going. Oh, the title means "Ever Pure" in case you didn't know. Anyway, I'll just start the story now. . .
Chapter 1: Prelude to Terror
I am love.
I am hate.
I am alive yet I am dead.
This is my fate.
The only thing I am sure of is that I am pure. Pure is a funny term to use, however. People automatically connect the word "pure" with "good." But I am not good. Nor am I evil. I am just. . .pure. But pure can mean good or evil. It can mean anything as long as it is only one thing. So perhaps I am not pure after all.
I protect the pure, though. Indeed, there was a time when people knew of me, believed in me, but that time has ended. Now they are afraid to even speak my name aloud. Not many people open their minds to me anymore. No one seeks me out. Those that claim to have seen or spoken to me are often called insane and locked away in a prison where the only things that will listen to them are the rats that infest their cells. Serves them right. Most of them were lying anyway.
But there are occasions when people do seek me out and I answer them. These people are often surprised when I reply. What did they expect? They called me. They often have the potential for greatness if only they would listen to my wisdom. But they rarely do. Therefore, they must not be pure or worthy my time.
You must be wondering by now what exactly I am. What am I? It is such a wonderful question. Such a question is truly worthy of an answer, which I will give you, in time. I am, as I have already said, the protector of the pure. I also protect the lost souls. I protect anything that requires my protection. On good days, that is. On bad ones, I am a voice in the back of your head, the sweet little whisper of temptation, an all-powerful voice of persuasion. People tend to listen more when I am that, which makes me happy.
I have traveled to many worlds, even through time and space itself. I have been to the future and it is an even stranger place than the present. There, I am nothing more than a legend at best. They compare me to the Furies of ancient Greece. I am like them, I suppose, but I should not be confused with them. The Furies torture criminals, I create them. That's on bad days.
Now, back to the question of who I am. I have been described as both a demon and a spirit. I used to have a physical form and be free to roam around the world, to come and go as I pleased. But now, the gods have confined me to a single location and taken away my physical form. They have trapped me here against my will for what seems like an eternity. All I can do to pass the time is observe the world as it goes on through a small portal. I know why they trapped me here but it doesn't make sense. They never even gave me a chance to defend myself. I didn't do anything wrong. They say I can leave once I find someone who will trust me. They think it will never happen but I know it will, someday. I don't know who they are to give me orders. I am far more powerful than them and if they had not worked together to seal me here, I would have escaped long ago. In a couple of decades they will be reduced to mere memories anyway. I will live on while they fade. I have seen the future, I know.
The future people believe that the people of my time, those who believe in many gods, are primitive. I do not think so. We have accomplished far more than they with what we have to work with. They say our gods do not exist but how would they know? Our gods are real. All gods are real. They just lose power once people stop believing in them. Much like myself. Here I am, living a life as a shadow, because no one believes in me. But I will find someone. Oh yes. . .I will get my revenge.
As I have said, I have nothing to do but watch these people, all day long, day after day. And I have spent many days in this place. This provided me with a lot of time to plan my revenge. I can still infiltrate the minds of the people I watch, if they are open enough, but not much else. That is all I need, however, to regain my strength. I think I have found someone I can manipulate to do my bidding. First, I must watch him some more. Then I can proceed with my plan to get my physical self back. Once I do that, hehe, nothing can stop me from wandering the dimensions freely once more. But before I do that, I must get my revenge on the gods who put me here. The man I have chosen is very important to one of them; the one who convinced the others to condemn me here. Suzaku. . .you will pay!
This man, Genrou I believe his name is, is one of Suzaku's warriors. The priestess hasn't found him yet and without him Suzaku cannot be summoned. This I have learned from watching other people. If Suzaku cannot be summoned, Konan will collapse and chaos will brew. Then, I can move on to a new dimension and leave this one and its gods to rot. You see I am not good. I seek revenge. I want revenge. Perhaps that is why I am compared to the Furies. It is not important. What it is important is that I accomplish my goal.
I am watching Genrou now. He seems to be a bandit, which is always a plus. Their minds are already twisted and they are not foreigners to temptation. I have not entered his mind yet. I cannot. It could give Suzaku a clue. He must not know of my plan. I must not let anything or anyone stand in the way of my goal this time. That is why I must only watch him for now.
I stalk around my confinement. I am sick of this space! It is bad enough that I am reduced to an un-menacing shadow spirit without having to be trapped in a room, too! I hate hate hate hate HATE them! That is why I must get my revenge. I have lost my sense of self. I do not even know what I look like anymore. Having no physical form, I have no reflection. I cannot see myself even if I put my hand in front of my face. All I see is a dark shadow. It has its good points, too, I guess. I can inhabit bodies sometimes and make them do what I want. This may make me sound evil, but I am not. As I have said, I am not evil nor am I good.
Genrou is an interesting person: a bandit with a heart. Who would have thought they exist? He intrigues me. Perhaps that is why I have chosen him. Possibly, but not entirely. I have looked into the minds of his friends to find out more about him. Some of them were helpful others were not. One bandit, Kouji, was very helpful. I will consider sparing him from the chaos later. I'll consider it but it probably won't happen.
The gods do not know that I can still enter people's minds. They think I am powerless without a body. One of them, Byakko, convinced the others to give me the portal so I would have something to do. They did not think that I enter people's minds using it. The fools. Their gift to me will be their downfall. All I have to do is be able to look into the eyes of a person to see into their soul and reach their minds and take control.
I am missing one minor detail to my master plan. I have no name. If I am asked my name, which will probably happen, what will I say? If I told him my real name, he would think I was insane and my plan would fail. I have had many other names over the years but none have been the least bit flattering. So I must think of a name.
You must be wondering about my plan by now. Well, I cannot tell you it yet. You could be a spy for the gods for all I know. It will become painfully clear to you all soon enough. All I can tell you now is that not everyone would be able to pull it off. I am not trying to sound conceited but it has many areas in which people may experience a change of heart. But I will not fail for I have been doing this for far to long to begin to feel sorry for my victims. I do what I have to do. It is the way I am.
I have another flaw in my plan that I did not foresee until now. I do not know what I will end up looking like when I get my physical form back. It might not be the same as it was before. I do not even know if I will have clothes on when I go to the surface. Being a shadow spirit, I do not own any clothes. The gods did not see why I would need them. After all, as far as they know, no one will ever see me. Oh well. . .I will do what I have to even if it means mugging some traveler. I have done worse. But if I get my powers back, I may be able to orb myself some clothes. I think I have even thought of a decent name for myself. Nephiro. It is weird, I will admit that, but it could work. I must prepare now. The time of my retribution is near.
Author's Note: Ok, that's the first chapter. The next one will be out soon. It actually has some action in it. This one was needed because obviously most of the story is going to revolve around her plan. What is this so- called "plan" of hers and how can it possibly cause the downfall of an entire world? Who is she and what is she? All of this will be explained at some point.
Oh, here's a hint of what's to come because I'm so nice (not).
"I'm free!!!" I yelled as loud as my voice would allow me. I couldn't help it. It had been such a long time since I felt grass on my feet and the sun on my skin. Hell, it's been a long time since I had skin.
There ya go. Until next time!
~Smack