Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi.
Warnings: Angst, dark magic, demons, character death, and some spoilers for episodes 25 to 44. There's also going to be a slight spoiler for the OVAs.
Who, or even what, the seishi named as Miboshi was: this is a mystery. The Four Gods Heaven Earth Book showed him as a monster, little better than the demons that he summoned. But what could have possibly twisted a person so much that all he lived for was gaining power and hurting others? This is the story… The story of a boy named Kano, later to become Miboshi, the dark monk of the Seiryuu Seven…
Author's Note: This is a side story to my fic The New Warriors, but you do not have to read that to understand this.
In Love (Part 1 of 3)
"Hane-chan! Hane-chan, wait up!" My fiancée was running ahead of me, her brown hair flowing with the wind. We were only fifteen still, and her parents did not want her to marry me until she was another year older. Sometimes we acted more like best friends then a betrothed couple, but we were very happy together and loved each other immensely.
My name is Sei Kano. I am a normal fifteen-year-old living on the border of Kutou and Konan, but we were just enough on the Kutou side that the Kutou army did not attack us. In return, we allied ourselves with Kutou, though many of us realized that Konan would treat us more kindly. However, it was useless to argue that with our elders. If we switched sides, then Kutou would attack us. None of us wanted to leave our peaceful village.
Hane-chan continued to run, laughing, and I chased after her. Finally we reached the edge of the lake that lay outside our village, and we sat down together in the tall grass. I put my arm around Hane-chan, and she ran her fingers through my dark hair, mussing it, before leaning on my shoulder. We were content to sit peacefully by the lake. Nothing else mattered, as long as we were together.
An old wise woman who had passed through had taken an extra careful look at us. I can still remember what she said as her kind eyes looked into mine. "You two are soul mates, child."
"Soul mates?"
"Yes. She is your one and true love, the one whom you were destined to love since the birth of your soul, and she has been destined to love you in the same way."
"Are of feelings just because of destiny?"
"Oh, no, not at all. I can see that even if you weren't so linked, you would be deeply in love."
And as we sat there together, I knew that the old wise woman had been right.
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The night that was to be our wedding, disaster struck. Instead of the melody of festivity, the discord of battle stung our village.
The pressures from Kutou had finally grown too great, and our village elders had turned to Konan without the village's knowledge. Hearing of this, the Kutou army had struck our village as the Konan army had come to help. The two generals from their respective countries had met in the town's center for a talk, but then had drawn back. The battle had begun right there. And now screams of men being torn through by Kutou soldiers surrounded me. Their force was superior; they were slaughtering both the Konan soldiers and all of the villagers.
I can't find Hane-chan! Where is she?
I've searched and searched, but I can't find her anywhere. Finally I go by the lake, the formerly beautiful, peaceful lake that is now crimson with the blood of the men, women, and children that have been slaughtered around it.
Standing in front of it was Hane-chan, and a soldier – Kutou or Konan, I couldn't tell – was aiming a sword at her. She was at the lake's edge, and had nowhere else to go.
Swish.
The sword pierced through the air and Hane's heart. With a gasp of pain, she fell into the lake, her life's blood darkening the water as she sank, alone, to the murky bottom.
Pain tore through my heart; a scream tore from my throat. "HANE-CHAN! NOOOOOO!" I fell to my knees, the pain of the soul being separated from me too great to bear. But that was followed by anger… a fierce, raging anger that could not be quenched. I felt a burning on my neck, and the air around me began to grow blue. Power was causing my hair to rise up around my face. Power was opening a door to a dark world, but my anger was too great for me to stop it. "YOU MONSTER!" I shouted, rising up in the air and advancing on the soldier. I could now see that he was from Kutou. "Bastard! How could you kill her?"
The soldier might have been stupid, but he was not a coward. He turned, saw the frightening, glowing monster that I now resembled, and aimed his sword to run me through. But he did not have time. The doorway to darkness was open.
A slime-covered, scaly tentacle rose out of the water. The Kutou soldier turned around and saw it too late as it wrapped around him and crushed him. A warty face with a mouth full of clashing and gnashing teeth rose out of the water to chop up the man and swallow him, piece by dismembered piece. And then it began to work on everyone and anyone around it as I felt my despair rise up above my anger. More dark portals began to open, and the Kutou army, now a ragged bunch with only the general and a few men left, called a hasty retreat. The villagers, the Konan army, and most of the village was completely destroyed by the demons.
I collapsed to the ground as my power drained from me. The energy had allowed me to float high in the air, but I fell and twisted my leg painfully. The demons had used my power for their own means, and I was completely out of the magic of the blue light.
My mind tried to hold onto consciousness. From pain, despair, and loss of hope, I eventually sunk into darkness.
~TBC~
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