Disclaimer/ A/N: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, or Nakago, sadly, which should
be obvious because this story wasn't made into anime or manga! (DUH!) [I do
own Myou Karakousei, though...even though you don't know who she is yet...]
{Oh, and, warning, SPOILERS!!!}Moving on, I've bet you've never read a
fanfic like this before! Why? Because it takes place way AFTER Nakago's
death AND he's still dead, not reincarnated! I've never read anything like
this...So I hope you never have either! Enjoy the originality! ;) (Oh, and
this disclaimer applies to ALL chapters!! Thanks!!)
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A Spark of Hope through a Sorrowful Death
Chapter 1: A Life in Death
It was all over. He could never change the world to fit his goals now. Now, he could barely influence it. Both Mikos had left this world, permenately, and almost everyone on both sides had perished.
On top of this, he had died at the hands of a Suzaku Seishi. Of Tamahome. The one he had so easily manipulated before. It was sort-of a sick irony, but he didn't care. His life had seemed almost pointless after Soi died, especially because he had acheived his revenge. Maybe not to the fullest extent he had dreamed, but the one who had tortured him as a child had died by HIS hands, quite literally.
Though he would've loved to change the corrupt process the emporer had called 'government' himself, it was too late for that. He shouldn't even think about that now. There was nearly nothing he could do about it. He had did what he could when he was both alive and dead, and now there was nothing left.
The word echoed inside his head....Nothing....
Now what?
He sighed, something he didn't often do. But, seriously, what was the point of holding back, of suppressing all other emotions that didn't lend power to his thirst for revenge, when he had already bathed in the blood of his torturer?...Nothing...
He could feel the barrier to his memories and long subdued emotions braking when a bright, clear, white light filled his vision. He shielded his eyes with one arm and took a step back to steady himself. He had not expected such a bright light in this darkness and it had taken him by suprise.
When the light faded to a some-what less-bright glow, he lowered his arm back to his side and looked with even more surprise at the glowing entity before him.
"K-Kaasan?" He stumbled over the word like a loose stone in a dirt path.
She smiled and nodded her head. "I've been watching you, Ayuru," said his mother, who was the one glowing the etherreal light, her garments and hair flowing around her as if she was suspended in water. "You've had many hardships in life, and now its time to lay them all to rest, as your body is now." She extended her hand to him, still smiling, both with her lips and eyes.
He tentatively reached forward to touch his hand to hers, but then started to pull his hand back, only fractions away from touching hers. He then dropped his head down and closed his eyes as he returned his hand to his side.
"Gomen nasai, okaasan...But...But I have many things to think about...I have many things to work out." He raised is head to look at her again. "Gomen nasai..."
But she was already nodding as if she approved. "Wakatta...I understand..." She then looked at him questioningly, but also as if she already knew the answer. "I will be seeing you again, nee?"
Nakago nodded. "Hai, sou desu."
She closed her eyes as she nodded. "Wakatta...Mata, Ayuru."
"Hai, mata okaasan."
And with that she faded into a bright beam of light that engulfed her from the darkness above. When the light faded, she too faded with it.
Nakago, or should it be Ayuru, smiled a bitter-sweet smile, not exactly knowing when he would see his mother, one of the two people he truly loved and cared about, again.
It was then that the barrier to his emotions shattered into a thousand fragments, and the memories that had long been kept at bay overflowed into him with all the force and power of a tsunami.
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A/N: Different, nee? I thought so...Well, NEXT CHAPTER!!!
Caught up and carried by the flood of his past, Ayuru wanders to a village, absently pulled there by someone who feels so much like himself. Who is this girl? And why is she trying to free her life from her veins?
Chapter 2: Engulfed in a Flood of the Past
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A Spark of Hope through a Sorrowful Death
Chapter 1: A Life in Death
It was all over. He could never change the world to fit his goals now. Now, he could barely influence it. Both Mikos had left this world, permenately, and almost everyone on both sides had perished.
On top of this, he had died at the hands of a Suzaku Seishi. Of Tamahome. The one he had so easily manipulated before. It was sort-of a sick irony, but he didn't care. His life had seemed almost pointless after Soi died, especially because he had acheived his revenge. Maybe not to the fullest extent he had dreamed, but the one who had tortured him as a child had died by HIS hands, quite literally.
Though he would've loved to change the corrupt process the emporer had called 'government' himself, it was too late for that. He shouldn't even think about that now. There was nearly nothing he could do about it. He had did what he could when he was both alive and dead, and now there was nothing left.
The word echoed inside his head....Nothing....
Now what?
He sighed, something he didn't often do. But, seriously, what was the point of holding back, of suppressing all other emotions that didn't lend power to his thirst for revenge, when he had already bathed in the blood of his torturer?...Nothing...
He could feel the barrier to his memories and long subdued emotions braking when a bright, clear, white light filled his vision. He shielded his eyes with one arm and took a step back to steady himself. He had not expected such a bright light in this darkness and it had taken him by suprise.
When the light faded to a some-what less-bright glow, he lowered his arm back to his side and looked with even more surprise at the glowing entity before him.
"K-Kaasan?" He stumbled over the word like a loose stone in a dirt path.
She smiled and nodded her head. "I've been watching you, Ayuru," said his mother, who was the one glowing the etherreal light, her garments and hair flowing around her as if she was suspended in water. "You've had many hardships in life, and now its time to lay them all to rest, as your body is now." She extended her hand to him, still smiling, both with her lips and eyes.
He tentatively reached forward to touch his hand to hers, but then started to pull his hand back, only fractions away from touching hers. He then dropped his head down and closed his eyes as he returned his hand to his side.
"Gomen nasai, okaasan...But...But I have many things to think about...I have many things to work out." He raised is head to look at her again. "Gomen nasai..."
But she was already nodding as if she approved. "Wakatta...I understand..." She then looked at him questioningly, but also as if she already knew the answer. "I will be seeing you again, nee?"
Nakago nodded. "Hai, sou desu."
She closed her eyes as she nodded. "Wakatta...Mata, Ayuru."
"Hai, mata okaasan."
And with that she faded into a bright beam of light that engulfed her from the darkness above. When the light faded, she too faded with it.
Nakago, or should it be Ayuru, smiled a bitter-sweet smile, not exactly knowing when he would see his mother, one of the two people he truly loved and cared about, again.
It was then that the barrier to his emotions shattered into a thousand fragments, and the memories that had long been kept at bay overflowed into him with all the force and power of a tsunami.
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A/N: Different, nee? I thought so...Well, NEXT CHAPTER!!!
Caught up and carried by the flood of his past, Ayuru wanders to a village, absently pulled there by someone who feels so much like himself. Who is this girl? And why is she trying to free her life from her veins?
Chapter 2: Engulfed in a Flood of the Past