Hello! Oh my god I'm alive I know! And honestly I have a very good reason as to why I was gone for so long! I type on a laptop you see and the cord that you use to charge it...well broke. So my computer died and thats where i was stuck for weeks until we got a new cord! So i couldnt write or update or anything! Gomen! XD But I hope you guys are excited to read the sequel! It's actually really short chapter here but thats cuz i JUST got the computer to work and wanted to at least post SOMETHING in an apology for being so late!

Discalimer: Sadly I still don't own Fushigi Yuugi! Sniffles athough i wish i did...

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Chapter 1

There was a battle field and a certain person on this battle field had fire red hair like his uncle and supposedly mother. He wore a black, red, and silver necklace. His hair hung slightly in his face. The rest of his longer hair was pulled back in one of those type of ponytails where it's sectioned off. He wore a red coat and the shoulder blades, cuffs, inside the coat, boots, and collar were all black, Under that he wore loose black pants and a short sleeve but tighter fitting black shirt.

"Takara!" shouted the man's voice somewhere on the battle field. He had been separated from the said woman about an hour ago and still he hadn't seen a sign of her. This was starting to worry the young man greatly. Even with the fight slowing down.

"Where the hell could she have gone!" Shouted one of his friends who was trying to help the man find her.

"Somewhere there's trouble…and Takara is going to be smack dab in the middle of it…just watch…" The man with red hair groaned as he fought off quickly and skillfully another man who came charging at him blindly.

Something off in the distance caught his attention. There was an uproar that was taking over the rest of the surrounding area. "Everyone pull back!" shouted a man who was on the side of the fire red haired boy. But instead of pulling back like everyone else….he ran over to check.

A sixteen year old woman was holding tightly two blades in her delicate hands as she glared daggers at a particular man. She wore lose black pants that tucked into black boots. She wore a tight long sleeved black undershirt with a loose purple t-shirt hung over it that tucked in. Then she wore a type of belt that hung loosely around her waist. A purple, silver, and black necklace was around the girl's neck and she had long waist length blue hair that was pulled into a low ponytail and hung over one shoulder. Her magenta colored eyes flashed angrily but somewhere deep in there they held fear and pain. Buried away by the girl to hide such emotions from her opponent. This was all concealed beneath the wispy bangs that hung in her face.

"Do ya give up yet!" The man laughed at her. "Damn…they're sending women to fight for them now!" He laughed again.

"Shut up!" She yelled trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her right chest where she carelessly let down her guard. That had ended with him taking the opportune moment to cut her deeply. Her teeth were set and her eyes ablaze at the leader of the Kauo bandits.

"Ha-ha-ha they sent a girl to fight us…I think you guys can handle it from here right?" The leader laughed as he turned going to leave the area and the rest of the bandits that were there chuckled.

"Don't you DARE turn your back on me!" Takara shouted lashing out at the man who another bandit pushed and took the blow. "Idiot." She hissed down at the man writhing in pain. It was sickening sight. She hadn't even inspected her own wound yet for fear of getting hit again...or panicking at the sight of the blood she knew was there because she felt it ooze down her skin. The bandit leader was know gone and a few seconds later she was about to pulverize them all when she heard her brother shouting.

Takeo had arrived on the scene to see a huge gash across his sister's chest and he saw blood…her blood…everywhere. He was taken back by surprise for a split of a second and that was all it took as a man grabbed him. "Don't do anything cute…or this boy here will pay for it." The man snarled.

Takara's mouth dropped, "What the hell! How did you let yourself get caught! Smooth…smooth." She said sarcastically glaring daggers at Takeo.

"It's not like I just 'let' him catch me!" Takeo said in self defense.

"Well now I got to save your sorry ass…" She said groaning.

"Save me!" Takeo said indignantly. "You will not be saving anyone! You need to get back to base…as in NOW!" Takeo said angrily as he grabbed the man's sword and stabbed the owner of the blade that then slumped back. Takeo brushed off his hands.

"I won't be ordered around!" Takara said bitterly.

"Ugh just stop already Takara…" Takeo moaned in annoyance. His sister was just so stubborn. Because Takara's attention had been redirected to yelling at her brother a man grabbed her tightly making her eyes go wide in shock as the grip on her swords fell from the pressure point he was using. Takara cringed.

"LET GO!" She hissed but winced in pain and then a knife was drawn up to her throat.

"Move and she dies." He snarled. Takeo was at a loss of what to do. He couldn't charge at the man so his sword lowered. Takara saw in the tree behind Takeo an archer aiming for Takeo.

"NO!" She screamed suddenly everything around her exploded into fire. When she opened her eyes from her outburst she was surrounded by ash. All the people that had been left from the opposing bandits were gone. Now only Takara and Takeo stood in the burnt clearing. Takeo looked like he was shocked as was Takara. But it didn't last long as her eyes fluttered closed and she fell to the ground completely wiped out. Takeo ran over to her worried and he scooped her up in his arms. He then turned and ran back to the base camp where everyone was already waiting.

"Where were you-is that your sister!" An older man yelled stupefied to see both the twins there especially when they all knew Takara was NOT by any means to come with.

"Don't just gawk at us you idiots! Help me!" Takeo yelled angrily. This snapped everybody to attention. Takeo…was not the man to yell or even speak above a calm voice. Takeo pushed his way through the crowd to a doctor's tent who had just been informed on what had happened. He immediately took her in and placed her on a mat where he began to treat the slash she had. Suddenly out of no where Chichiri appeared with his mask removed and he looked worried times ten thousand.

"What happened!" Chichiri yelled upon seeing his daughter unconscious and being treated.

"Dad…calm down…its one wound…it could have been a lot worse." Takeo said trying to stay calm himself. He definitely wasn't about to mention the fire.

"If it's just 'one' wound why was her chi exploded to the size of the bandit stronghold!" Chichiri yelled. But then he redirected his attention to his daughter and quickly went on his knees beside the doctor. "You need to let go!" He yelled at the doctor who out of shock did as he was told. Chichiri's eyes closed as a red aura wrapped around him and it seemed almost as if it were entering Takara whose breathing was now becoming more stable…no one had even seen that it was dropping.

Chichiri only noticed that her chi was failing her. After he pulled back he was tired and sat cross legged next to her. His eye remained closed as he tried to just concentrate on staying awake now. He had transferred a good amount of chi to her and that took a lot of work.

Takeo was stunned to the spot. 'Why did father just do that! He-he doesn't do anything like that…except when…' Takeo was stunned even more with his realization. 'When people….are-are….dying.' He shook slightly and crumbled down to his knees as he looked at the sister he just realized he had come close to loosing. 'Why does she have to be so damn stubborn! Why couldn't she just wait at the strong hold…?' Takeo asked himself.

Chichiri had stayed up all night and occasionally transferred chi to her again when needed. When he was positive that she was alright and going to be fine through the night he was brought his own mat to sleep on and lay near his daughter. Takeo took the opposite side of her away from his father and fell asleep almost too quickly.

The next morning Chichiri opened his one good eye from the meditation he had done. He had an evident frown on his face and a worried father look. He was trying not to show to his son that he was scared to death even if the said son was sleeping. Takara just wasn't hanging on. A few tears slipped out of his eyes. He'd be damned before he ever let her go. He moved slightly pulling up his bandaged daughter with all the care of a gentle father and more. His daughter's fevered head rested against his chest. Then in a quick flash he disappeared from the tent back to the bandit stronghold. Where she should be…where she should've been from the beginning.

Once inside the bustling hideout he moved swiftly to her room. There he placed her down gently on a more proper bed. Then unexpectedly a man burst into the room.

"Where the hell did ya go!" The said man yelled but suddenly fell silent on seeing who else was in the room. "Ya found her…." He breathed lightly as if the oxygen in the room was thin.

"I went to the battlefield Tasuki. She was there with Takeo…she-she just frets so much over him I don't know what to do." He said almost a small smile on his face. It was only from the thought of the close bond the two siblings shared. She always complained and said her reasons for sneaking off and doing manly things was to prove she was capable when in reality it was to keep an eye on her beloved 'oni-chan'.

"Is-is she alright…?" Tasuki asked cautiously. His breath was held…he was afraid of the answer. He didn't know how and didn't want to find out how to react to the situation if he answered no.

"She'll make it…" Chichiri whispered determinedly although this made the bandits heart race.

What would happen to them all if they actually lost her? Tasuki didn't or more of couldn't bear to think about it. "I'll go get ya some water…" He whispered trying to be helpful as he quickly left the room. He soon returned with a clean cloth and a bowl of clear cool water for Chichiri's use. Chichiri was quick into action to place the rag in the water and then lay it upon the poor girl's forehead.

Tasuki left father and daughter alone for a while to return to the camp out in the forest to retrieve his young nephew he looked frantic at waking up with his family gone. On the way back they had to push their way through the celebrating bandits. They had won the small war between the other mountain bandits. Someone even slapped Tasuki on the back congratulating him saying if it hadn't been for him and his tessen they never would have won. Tasuki was confused as to this but didn't question it while Takeo remained silent knowing more than he let on.

Once the young boy saw the door to the actual hideout he sprinted from there taking the all too familiar route to his sister's room which lay next to his own. He came into the door and rushed to her side taking her hand and holding it gently as he then rested his head on the bed weeping lightly into it. He cried feeling that the blame lay on him…and for fear of loosing something that he treasured dearly.

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Okay i know that its really short! But I'll make up for it I swear! I just really wanted to get something out there for you guys! Well I hope that you enjoyed it anyways. Well let me know what you think for the first chapter! I'm so excited that I'm back and I hope I included at least a hint of the things that I'm using from your guys reviews. Maybe if not all the stuff has been used yet I'll get to it in time. But if everything were revealed in the first chapter how boring would that be? lol. Well please review!

glad to be back!- miraclebutterfly