A Never Ceasing Smile to Hide the Pain Within
Disclaimer: I don't own FY, the manga or the anime...Will I ever? Probably not.
A/N: Because I have this thing for non-yaoi/non-lemon fanfics, and I've noticed that people are always looking for Chichiri ones of these as well, I figured....Hell, I might as well wright one, considering not many others are making a move to do so!...Since I just finished (I hope) my Tasuki one, I can start on this one! Yay!! So for all of you out there who are sick of Chichiri being made gay (when he's as, "straight as a board"), this fanfic is for you!!
Chapter 1: The Wandering Monk
Chichiri sat by the pool of crystalline water and wondered if he'd ever be as happy as he was in his youth. Happy, carefree, living and loving life. Those where the days! Chichiri thought as he fell from his sitting position onto his back and looked into the clear blue sky above. Only mere wisps of clouds graced the zenith while the rest of the sky, including the horizon, spoke only of more clear weather and warm sunshine.
He pulled off his smiling mask and laid it on the grass beside him. He sat up to look at his reflection in the water, being careful not to knock over his fishing pole. So different.. he thought, as he fingered the scar over his right eye. He picked up the mask and put it over his face. "A never- ending smile to hide the pain within..." He laughed to himself as he ripped off the concealing object and threw it behind him. "It doesn't matter what others see...It's how I see myself, and whether I wear the mask or not, in my mind, I always look the same."
He watched as the glimmers of sunshine played on the water's surface, dancing on the little ripples made by the faint, spring breeze. The light scent of blooming flowers filled his nostrils, soothing him, placing him in a more relaxed state. He loved coming to this little pond, it was where he would go to get away from it all, to think, and to most of all, be himself. Water had taken away his life, his best friend, but it was also comforting. The water had given him back his life as much as it had taken it away. It had brought him ti where he was now.
His fiancé, his best friend...They would've been gone anyway, only in a different sense. It had "rinsed his slate clean," so to speak. So now he had a new life, once again, his old life, the scar he now bore as a constant reminder of, had long passed away. The Suzaku no Miko was in her world now, and Tasuki was off being a bandit on Mt. Leikaku. Since everyone else was dead, he was left alone, in solitude, on Dachi-san mountain.
Maybe not complete solitude. After all, there still was Taiitsu-kun and Nyan Nyan, but other than that, thee was no one. It didn't help that since the mountain's true beauty was normally hidden from its beholder, so not many stopped, or could even notice him if they wanted to.
Chichiri flopped back down into the sweetly scented grass again and let the gentle breeze play with the partial mohawk of his hair. Chichiri sighed again and took a deep breath. The scents of this world were so fragrant, so soothing, he wanted to stay here forever. A butterfly fluttered over and landed on his nose. He looked at it cross eyed for a moment and smiled, before it took off and landed on a nearby flower.
Chichiri got up and leaned back onto his elbows, watching it drink the nectar and then slowly fly off, whisked away on the small breaths of wind.
So, Chichiri thought to himself. Even Tasuki found someone...Who would've thought that the lone bandit who hated girls would end up in love with one. That deeply too. He twirled a piece of grass with his fingers. So...I'm left here, with no one...Sure, I guess it was all right before...I mean, after her death I became a wandering monk. I met Nyan Nyan and Taiitsukun...They helped me to find himself...They kept me occupied, and then the Suzaku no Miko came to this world, and I had her well-being filling my thoughts...I needed to protect her, so she was always on my mind, and I was always following her around...I never had any time to think, any time to be myself...Now I have all the time in the world.
Chichiri put his hands behind his head and fell into the spring grass. He closed his eyes and breathed in the soft aroma of the fresh, green grass. He let his breath out in the sigh. So what do I do now?
He let his muscles relax until the point where he felt he had melted into the small knoll he laid on. A darkness passed over him. What the-How could a cloud b blocking the sun when there's almost none in the sky? To see what was blocking the warm sunlight, he opened his eyes...And saw a face six inches away from his own, looking down at him with keen interest.
Chichiri's eyes widened in surprise and he had to stop himself from yelping from the sudden shock.
"What cha' doin'?" she said as she cocked her head to one side, peering at him, curiosity flooding her features. Chichiri's eyes flitted to her hand.
She has my mask! I forgot I took it off!
The girl noticed how the focus of Chichiri's eye had shifted. "Oh, is this iyour/i face? I found it about 10 feet away, over there," she pointed behind her.
"Y-yes it is. Can I please have it back no da?" Chichiri tried grasping for the mask that dangled out of the girls right hand.
"Sure!" said the young girl as she dropped the mask into his out-stretched hand.
"Thanks no da," said Chichiri as he put the mask up to his face and it seemed to meld and become one with it.
The girl stood up from her stooped over position and took a step back. "Whoa...I thought only girls could 'put on their face'...You know, make up...Not iliterally/i...Okay, that was creepy..."
"Gomen nasai no da...My scar normally scares people, so I wear this mask no da."
"Really? I think you look better without the mask...That thing scars me...It makes you look like some kind of deformed cat or fox guy...It's creepy..."
Chichiri started with surprise. She's not scared?...Huh, then I guess- Chichiri pulled the mask off and looked at her, a solemn look on his true face. "You honestly think I look better this way?"
"Yeah, much better! You look so kawaii without it!"
"All right, then I'll keep it off for now no da." Chichiri tucked the mask away and looked at the girl again, except closer than before. Not literally though, considering he had a close look when she was six inches above his face. She had deep blue eyes, like the lake that spread out before him. Her hair was a golden color with streaks of pale orange. she was wearing a bright red shirt and tattered dark blue pants. She smiled and flung some of her mid-back length hair behind her shoulder.
"Well, anyway...Hi, my name's Lisuku."
So much for formal introductions. "I'm Houjun, but most people call me Chichiri."
"K. Hello."
And then, a thought stuck him. He had been so surprised before, it hadn't even passed through his mind, but now. Wait a second..How did she-? "Lisuku?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you get here? I mean...you shouldn't be able to see this place at all, or me."
Lisuku shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know...I spaced out, and ehn I took in my surroundings, I was here. I didn't know where I was, so I saw you and I'd figured I'd ask if you knew where we are...So, do you?"
"Yeah, no da. I live here no da. This is Dachi-san Mountain."
"Huh. Where's that?"
"In the middle of nowhere basically no da."
"What? How did I-?"
Chichiri shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me, no da." He turned away from her to check on his fishing pole. He still hadn't had a bite yet, but it didn't matter, it wasn't like he was planning to eat one if he caught it anyway. It was just a hobby, something to eat up his enormous amount of free time.
And now, it was Lisuku's turn to be surprised. "I-in the middle of n-no where?" She walked back towards him and plopped down in the grass beside him. Her eyes almost seemed to glaze over as she muttered to herself. "B- but how? Wh-what happened?" She shook her head to snap out of the trance she had put herself in and turned to face Chichiri. "How do I get back?" she asked him, a ting of fear creeping around the edge of her voice.
"I don't know, where do you live no da?"
Lisuku looked out over the water, a look of concentration and confusion on her face. The same look was still there when she looked at him again. "I don't know...I-I don't remember."
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A/N: Well, what do you think? Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, this fanfic takes place right after Chapter 6 of Blazing Divine Flame...I got bored...I figured since I got so many responses for the non-yaoi/non- lemon Tasuki fic, then you peoples would probably want a Chichiri one along the same lines! If I get, say, 10 or so reviews, then I'll keep writing it. I mean, you do want to know what happens next, right? If you don't, oh well, I tried. Good luck with your searches! Ja ne!
Disclaimer: I don't own FY, the manga or the anime...Will I ever? Probably not.
A/N: Because I have this thing for non-yaoi/non-lemon fanfics, and I've noticed that people are always looking for Chichiri ones of these as well, I figured....Hell, I might as well wright one, considering not many others are making a move to do so!...Since I just finished (I hope) my Tasuki one, I can start on this one! Yay!! So for all of you out there who are sick of Chichiri being made gay (when he's as, "straight as a board"), this fanfic is for you!!
Chapter 1: The Wandering Monk
Chichiri sat by the pool of crystalline water and wondered if he'd ever be as happy as he was in his youth. Happy, carefree, living and loving life. Those where the days! Chichiri thought as he fell from his sitting position onto his back and looked into the clear blue sky above. Only mere wisps of clouds graced the zenith while the rest of the sky, including the horizon, spoke only of more clear weather and warm sunshine.
He pulled off his smiling mask and laid it on the grass beside him. He sat up to look at his reflection in the water, being careful not to knock over his fishing pole. So different.. he thought, as he fingered the scar over his right eye. He picked up the mask and put it over his face. "A never- ending smile to hide the pain within..." He laughed to himself as he ripped off the concealing object and threw it behind him. "It doesn't matter what others see...It's how I see myself, and whether I wear the mask or not, in my mind, I always look the same."
He watched as the glimmers of sunshine played on the water's surface, dancing on the little ripples made by the faint, spring breeze. The light scent of blooming flowers filled his nostrils, soothing him, placing him in a more relaxed state. He loved coming to this little pond, it was where he would go to get away from it all, to think, and to most of all, be himself. Water had taken away his life, his best friend, but it was also comforting. The water had given him back his life as much as it had taken it away. It had brought him ti where he was now.
His fiancé, his best friend...They would've been gone anyway, only in a different sense. It had "rinsed his slate clean," so to speak. So now he had a new life, once again, his old life, the scar he now bore as a constant reminder of, had long passed away. The Suzaku no Miko was in her world now, and Tasuki was off being a bandit on Mt. Leikaku. Since everyone else was dead, he was left alone, in solitude, on Dachi-san mountain.
Maybe not complete solitude. After all, there still was Taiitsu-kun and Nyan Nyan, but other than that, thee was no one. It didn't help that since the mountain's true beauty was normally hidden from its beholder, so not many stopped, or could even notice him if they wanted to.
Chichiri flopped back down into the sweetly scented grass again and let the gentle breeze play with the partial mohawk of his hair. Chichiri sighed again and took a deep breath. The scents of this world were so fragrant, so soothing, he wanted to stay here forever. A butterfly fluttered over and landed on his nose. He looked at it cross eyed for a moment and smiled, before it took off and landed on a nearby flower.
Chichiri got up and leaned back onto his elbows, watching it drink the nectar and then slowly fly off, whisked away on the small breaths of wind.
So, Chichiri thought to himself. Even Tasuki found someone...Who would've thought that the lone bandit who hated girls would end up in love with one. That deeply too. He twirled a piece of grass with his fingers. So...I'm left here, with no one...Sure, I guess it was all right before...I mean, after her death I became a wandering monk. I met Nyan Nyan and Taiitsukun...They helped me to find himself...They kept me occupied, and then the Suzaku no Miko came to this world, and I had her well-being filling my thoughts...I needed to protect her, so she was always on my mind, and I was always following her around...I never had any time to think, any time to be myself...Now I have all the time in the world.
Chichiri put his hands behind his head and fell into the spring grass. He closed his eyes and breathed in the soft aroma of the fresh, green grass. He let his breath out in the sigh. So what do I do now?
He let his muscles relax until the point where he felt he had melted into the small knoll he laid on. A darkness passed over him. What the-How could a cloud b blocking the sun when there's almost none in the sky? To see what was blocking the warm sunlight, he opened his eyes...And saw a face six inches away from his own, looking down at him with keen interest.
Chichiri's eyes widened in surprise and he had to stop himself from yelping from the sudden shock.
"What cha' doin'?" she said as she cocked her head to one side, peering at him, curiosity flooding her features. Chichiri's eyes flitted to her hand.
She has my mask! I forgot I took it off!
The girl noticed how the focus of Chichiri's eye had shifted. "Oh, is this iyour/i face? I found it about 10 feet away, over there," she pointed behind her.
"Y-yes it is. Can I please have it back no da?" Chichiri tried grasping for the mask that dangled out of the girls right hand.
"Sure!" said the young girl as she dropped the mask into his out-stretched hand.
"Thanks no da," said Chichiri as he put the mask up to his face and it seemed to meld and become one with it.
The girl stood up from her stooped over position and took a step back. "Whoa...I thought only girls could 'put on their face'...You know, make up...Not iliterally/i...Okay, that was creepy..."
"Gomen nasai no da...My scar normally scares people, so I wear this mask no da."
"Really? I think you look better without the mask...That thing scars me...It makes you look like some kind of deformed cat or fox guy...It's creepy..."
Chichiri started with surprise. She's not scared?...Huh, then I guess- Chichiri pulled the mask off and looked at her, a solemn look on his true face. "You honestly think I look better this way?"
"Yeah, much better! You look so kawaii without it!"
"All right, then I'll keep it off for now no da." Chichiri tucked the mask away and looked at the girl again, except closer than before. Not literally though, considering he had a close look when she was six inches above his face. She had deep blue eyes, like the lake that spread out before him. Her hair was a golden color with streaks of pale orange. she was wearing a bright red shirt and tattered dark blue pants. She smiled and flung some of her mid-back length hair behind her shoulder.
"Well, anyway...Hi, my name's Lisuku."
So much for formal introductions. "I'm Houjun, but most people call me Chichiri."
"K. Hello."
And then, a thought stuck him. He had been so surprised before, it hadn't even passed through his mind, but now. Wait a second..How did she-? "Lisuku?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you get here? I mean...you shouldn't be able to see this place at all, or me."
Lisuku shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know...I spaced out, and ehn I took in my surroundings, I was here. I didn't know where I was, so I saw you and I'd figured I'd ask if you knew where we are...So, do you?"
"Yeah, no da. I live here no da. This is Dachi-san Mountain."
"Huh. Where's that?"
"In the middle of nowhere basically no da."
"What? How did I-?"
Chichiri shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me, no da." He turned away from her to check on his fishing pole. He still hadn't had a bite yet, but it didn't matter, it wasn't like he was planning to eat one if he caught it anyway. It was just a hobby, something to eat up his enormous amount of free time.
And now, it was Lisuku's turn to be surprised. "I-in the middle of n-no where?" She walked back towards him and plopped down in the grass beside him. Her eyes almost seemed to glaze over as she muttered to herself. "B- but how? Wh-what happened?" She shook her head to snap out of the trance she had put herself in and turned to face Chichiri. "How do I get back?" she asked him, a ting of fear creeping around the edge of her voice.
"I don't know, where do you live no da?"
Lisuku looked out over the water, a look of concentration and confusion on her face. The same look was still there when she looked at him again. "I don't know...I-I don't remember."
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A/N: Well, what do you think? Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, this fanfic takes place right after Chapter 6 of Blazing Divine Flame...I got bored...I figured since I got so many responses for the non-yaoi/non- lemon Tasuki fic, then you peoples would probably want a Chichiri one along the same lines! If I get, say, 10 or so reviews, then I'll keep writing it. I mean, you do want to know what happens next, right? If you don't, oh well, I tried. Good luck with your searches! Ja ne!