Title: Divine Justice
Fandom: Fushigi Yuugi
Pairing: None. Nakago-centric.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 261
Summary/Description: Nakago knows little of theology, but he is learning.
Warning/Spoilers: Spoilers for the very last episode of the anime. Some sexual themes.
A/N: First FY fic. Testing the waters here with GLORIOUS GEN!FIC, of which there is not enough, trufax.
Disclaimer: Watase Yuu created Fushigi Yuugi; I did not.
The Hin had never been a particularly religious people. They were a simple tribe, made up of simple people, who looked to the earth and its richness for the basis of their lives, rather than to the sky, at a God they could not see.
Kutou is different.
Ever since Nakago arrived in the palace of the eastern city, he has heard of little but priestesses and gods. Seiryu is a reverent whisper on the lips of the people; a holy name, spoken like a blessing. Through jaded eyes, he sees monuments and statues, temples and shrines. Every time the Emperor summons him to his room, trailing thick fingers along the slim lines of his body, between his legs, over his buttocks, he reminds him of the duty that he was born to carry out, that he is destined to carry out. And everywhere, there are eyes watching him, not seeing a lonely boy without a tribe, a family, a home, a mother; just a mark on his forehead that burns blue, and portends great things.
The wounds on his body fade with time, but those on the inside fester with hate. The boy with the striking features and listless demeanour cultivates an armour of ice, with a heart that only manifests itself in the azure character that marks his face.
Nakago knows little of theology; he never has. But soon, the words divine justice come to signify more than just the words that are regularly thrown about during his lessons on Seiryu; they become his destiny.
They become his right.
A/N: Yeah, no hot stuff, I know. But I really wanted to do something Nakago-centric, so here you have it.
Feedback appreciated. :)