Beware This Evil Box
Fan Fic by: Snow Rose
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Hello everyone! I was quiet for a while, but now I'm back! And I brought some new ideas with me too! Oooo, and a question! What do you get when Miaka brings a tiny, battery powered TV into The Universe of the Four Gods? Well, read my fic and find out, ne? Ooo, this is gonna be fun! So, what are you waiting for, READ already!
I'm no closer to owning the Fushigi Yugi characters than I am to owning the Gundam Wing characters SO! Let's all get along and…no suing…please?
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"HEY GUYS! Come check this out!" Miaka's voice echoed through the twisting halls of Hitohori's palace. Moments later, every one of the Suzaku Seishi was making their way to her. "Oi, Miaka, what do you want?" Tamahome asked in an annoyed tone as he walked in and plopped down on one of the couches. "Yeah, what's this all about?" Nuriko asked, popping his head in the door. "Just come in and you'll see," Miaka grunted as she fiddled with a tiny black box sitting on a table. "Whatever you say," Nuriko replied, shrugging and coming in to sit on the floor. He was followed shortly by Mitskake and Chiriko, who didn't say anything, just came in and sat down. Then, Tasuki came in, still chatting and laughing with Kouji. And after them, Chichiri floated down out of the ceiling to take a seat next to Nuriko on the floor. "Hi, no da!" he greeted everyone cheerfully. "What's going on no da?" he asked, leaning over to Nuriko. In response Nuriko just shrugged again, shaking his head. "Miaka's got some new, weird contraption she wants to show us," Tamahome commented from his place on the couch. "Oh," was Chichiri said, turning his attention back to Miaka. She messed with the box for several more minutes before finally sitting back on her heels and taking in her audience. "Where is Hitohori?" she asked, blinking a little. It wasn't more than three seconds after this that their was a blaring of trumpets and with a swish of robes, the emperor of Konan walked in. Smiling graciously at his friends, Hitohori took the place of honor on the center chair. Returning his smile, Miaka sat up on her knees and pointed to the box saying simply, "This is a TV." With a single eyebrow raised, Tamahome commented cynically, "And what's that?" Miaka just giggled and pressed one of the buttons on the tiny thing. As the screen filled with light and sound joined the moving pictures, Tamahome's other eyebrow jumped up to join the other. A collective sound of "Ooooo" filled the room as every one of the seishi leaned in for a better look. Miaka just giggled once again from the looks displayed on their faces.
"How? How?" Tasuki asked as he braved coming up and gently touching the little black box. His jaw fell slack though when his fingers glanced across the lighted screen. "It didn't burn me!" he cried in disbelief when all he felt was a slight tingle. "It didn't burn me!" he repeated once again, looking over at Miaka. "Uh huh!" she said cheerfully, as she came around in front of it and tuned it in on a certain channel. She looked down at her watch and then turned the dial to channel 30. "Here," she said happily, "this is one of my favorite shows!" Following directly on the end of this statement, the throbbing beat of "Just Wild Beat Communication" came from the tiny TV. All the seishi moved in and watched as the tiny figures on the screen flew about in their giant mechs and shot at each other. "What is this…this wonder?" Hitohori asked, finally finding his voice. Miaka was grinning from ear to ear as she responded, "It's called Gundam Wing, and it's one of my favorite TV shows!" Hitohori blinked as he turned back the screen, "Shows?" he asked in confused tone. "Yeah," she answered, laughing a little at the look on his face, "it's like a play, only it comes on this TV at a certain time everyday." "You mean this comes on everyday?" Tamahome asked excitedly. "Sure," Miaka said, shrugging. "Then, I proclaim that we should watch it tomorrow as well!" Hitohori said loudly, sitting forward in his chair, fist raised over his head. "SHHHHHHH!!!" Tasuki motioned angrily for him to be quiet. "Here comes one of the good parts!" Tamahome chirped, leaning in even closer to the screen. "Hmph," Hitohori grunted, leaning back farther in his chair and growling, "How does he know that this is a good part!? Why am I listening to him? I am the emperor aren't I?" He continued grumbling until a noise on the screen caught his attention. It was his voice! But, it was coming from the blonde haired man on the screen. With surprised looks, every one of the seishi turned back to stare at him. In the background, Miaka was rolling and laughing like a maniac on the floor.
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Miaka's footsteps echoed eerily in the otherwise silent halls of the public library. "Ah, here it is," she said, pulling the Universe of the Four Gods from its accustomed shelf. "I wonder what's happened since I left," she thought, leaving one of her hair ribbons on the shelf for her brother. "No way to know except to go on in," she thought cheerfully, opening the book. In that very instant, she was surrounded by a vermilion glow and was sucked into the book. With the usual feeling of floating and falling, Miaka plummeted into the Universe of the Four Gods. "AAAAHHHHHHH!" she cried as she continued falling. Then, with a loud :WHUMP!: she landed. Looking up, she found herself sitting sideways on Hitohori's gold and scarlet throne. "Huh?" she thought blinking and looking about for him. "Normally I drop down on top of him, where could he be?" he wondered, getting shakily to her feet. "Looking for someone, my dear?" a soft voice called from one of the darkened corners of the throe room. "Hitohori?" she asked, turning about to face the figure. "Maybe," it said in a seductive tone, grinning a little even though its face was still mostly in shadow.
"Aw come on, Hitohori!" another voice called from somewhere behind her. Turning, Miaka found herself facing Nuriko…only…he looked…different. Holding a lantern and leaning against the doorframe he looked totally normal…but there was still something that seemed…wrong… That was when she noticed what he was wearing. Everyone knew what Nuriko was by now, a somewhat "gay" cross-dresser. That meant that he was usually wearing the ancient Chinese's idea of women's clothes…but not today. Right now he was wearing what could only be a man' outfit…only with and extremely high collar and a cross-shaped necklace. "Nuriko?" Miaka asked, her confusion leaping to new heights. "Yeah, it's me," he responded with a strangely familiar lop-sided grin. "Who did you think it was?" he asked, pushing away from the doorframe and coming closer, "The God of Death perhaps?" That was all it took for every piece of the puzzle to snap together for Miaka. Hitohori in a strange red and gold outfit, Nuriko wearing an even stranger one and talking about the God of Death…there could only be one explanation.
"Argh! The TV!" she groaned mentally. Doing her best to ignore their rather odd appearances, Miaka asked where the other seishi were. Hitohori merely told her that they were "in the hangar" and Duo…er Nuriko just shrugged. Shaking her head in frustration, Miaka went off in search of "the hangar". It ended up that that was just another way of saying…ahem, the "TV room". Sitting before the evil little box, Tamahome and Chichiri were being held enraptured by the blinking lights and noisome explosions. They looked normal enough so, Miaka figured she'd go ahead in. Well, perhaps normal was a bit of an understatement. Tamahome looked the same as usual except his pants looked a little tight and rather…short. Chichiri, on the other hand looked REALLY odd. He was wearing fairly normal clothes except that they had a high collar like Nuriko's outfit and he had his usually upward pointing shock of hair combed into a single bang that completely covered one eye. But either way, that was an improvement over Hitohoti and Nuriko. "Ahem, Tamahome…Chichiri?" she asked from the door, silently dreading their response. …Nothing. Neither of them reacted in the slightest. "Uh guys?" she asked coming closer and sitting next to Chichiri. "Yes, Miaka-san," he said softly, not bothering to look at her. "Um, I was just wondering…where are the others?" she replied, silently wondering what kind of terror she had wrought. "I don't know," he said, then turned to Tamahome and asked, "Tama do you now where they are?" …There was only silence and then, Tamahome turned and glared daggers at both of them. "No," he said simply (still glaring) before turning back to the TV. Chichiri just shrugged and turned back to the show as well. Waiting a moment more, Miaka decided that she wasn't going to get anything more out of these seishi and went to search for Mitskake, Chiriko, and Tasuki. "Mitsu-chan and Chiriko couldn't have changed," she reasoned silently to herself, "they're too sensible for that!" Unfortunately, when she found them, she realized just how wrong she had been.
"Mitsu-chan? Chiriko?" she called tentatively, as she reached their study. "Yes, Miaka-san?" came the immediate reply. It was followed immediately by Chiriko…only…it couldn't have been Chiriko. He was wearing a rather odd looking purple vest over a pink shirt and had trained his pony tail down into a pleasant fall of bangs that hung limply in front of his eyes. It might actually have been an interesting new look for him if it hadn't seemed so…wrong! "Uh," she fumbled as he just blinked curiously at her. "Uh…where's Mitsu-chan?" she asked, wondering silently just who Mitskake would be imitating. "Right here!" called Mitskake as he walked out to where she and Chiriko were standing. Miaka's jaw fell slack. Mitskake had his normally spiky patch of hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that stuck out at an odd angle at the base of his neck. He was wearing one of blue shirts and had a rather strange pair of white pants on. And besides that…dear, sweet little Mitskake (who IS a healer by the way) was wearing…a sword at his hip! "What do you think?" he asked boldly, striking a rather daring looking pose. "Uh…it's just fine Mitsu-chan…I was…was just wondering where everyone was. It was so quiet around here and well…I just figured that…well, you get the picture!" she answered nervously, slowly backing towards one of the red wooden pillars behind her. Mitskake's face took on a look of worry, "Is everything alright?" he asked, edging towards her a bit. "Uh…uh" she looked about desperately for an exit, "YES! Everything's just fine Mitsu-chan! I uh…I'll go look for Tasuki now!" and with that, she took off running down the hall. Mitskake and Chiriko merely exchanged a look of worry and then, went back in their study.
Moments later, Miaka came panting to a stop, leaning her back up against one of the pillars. "Oh gods," she gasped, letting herself sink down to the ground, "why did I ever bother bringing that evil thing here!? What was I thinking!?" Burying her face in her arms, she waited silently for the madness to end and for Suzaku to take her from the Universe of the Four Gods. That was when she heard Tasuki's voice from somewhere above her head. "They've all gone crazy haven't they Miaka?" he asked, his voice sounding compassionate and understanding. "Mmm hmm," she agreed, lifting her head from her arms and turning to look at him. She found him standing on the railing above her head, silhouetted by the sun pouring down around him. "T-Tasuki?" she asked, blinking a little in surprise. "You mean the TV really hasn't changed you? Really?" Tasuki shook his head. "No Miaka, the TV has changed me. The others are being stupid. It I only I who have seen the light and the nature of that little box." "Really?" she asked, getting shakily to her feet. "I'm so gla…" Miaka was in the process of saying, but then she noticed what Tasuki was wearing and she stopped in mid sentence. It seemed that Tasuki had truly seen the light…or at least found different show to worship from the others. "T-Tasuki?!" she cried in disbelief, backing away a little. Tasuki was standing there wearing the oddest outfit yet! He was wearing a bright orange shirt over a blue-black shirt and a pair of bright orange pants topped off with a pair of black boots. "I knew you'd like it Miaka!" he said happily and then went running off making "whooshing" noises. She watched the strange symbol of the back of his orange shirt go bouncing down the hallway with him. "They really have gone crazy!" she whispered in disbelief, "They've all gone crazy!" As she just stood there for lack of a better thing to do, she heard Tamahome's voice calling her from the hall. Turning, she looked at him dazedly, blinking repeatedly. "Yeah?" she called back. In response, Tamahome's head popped around the corner. "Uh…Miaka?" he asked tentatively (seemingly he forgot about acting like Heero for the moment). "Yes?" she asked impatiently. "Can we get a com-pu-ter?"