'Telepathy'

Thoughts

***Change of Scene***

@@@Flashback@@@

Note to readers: Everyone is the same age as in the series. Except Chiriko, Chiriko is sixteen. Hotohori is not married or engaged. And definitely has no kids. None of them ever died. Yui went home. Miaka found a way to stay in the Universe of the Four Gods. Amiboshi has his memory back. He and Subboshi live together in... they live somewhere, I don't know were. The rest of the seiryuu seven just disappeared.

THE WATCHER

A Fishigi Yuugi Story

Chapter One:

Finally..... Konan..... Home.

As the sun rose over the horizon, they gathered for breakfast as they had for nearly three years. Only now, there were fewer of them. Tomohome and the Suzaku Priestess Miaka had long been married. They now lived in a house at the edge of Shadow Forest with their first child, a daughter, Niki-Su. Not far from the capital city and the palace. Chiriko had returned home to finished school and his studies. Mitsukake took residence in the city. Where he became the local, well respected, doctor. Only Tasuki, Chichiri, and Nuriko remained in the palace with Hotohori.

"So Hotohori, how was your rest?" Asked Nuriko casually. He had given up two years ago on catching the Emperors eye. During that time, he had taken to wearing men's clothing though he stayed in the harem. His luxurious purple hair had grown to mid back and was pulled into a tight braid.

Hotohori smiled dashingly. "I slept fine. Thank you for asking Nuriko." After spending so much time traveling with his warrior friends. Hotohori had become more relaxed and smiled more often.

"Good morning, no da!" Announced Chichiri cheerfully as he and Tasuki entered the dining room.

I finally made it.....

Tasuki sat to Hotohoris left across from Nuriko. His lame colored hair uncombed and disheveled. "Yeah, morn'n, what'eva."

I'm here.....

As they all sat down to breakfast Chichiri couldn't help but feel something was going to happen. Not something necessarily bad yet not exactly good either. Reaching out with his magical senses Chichiri sought to find this disturbance.

I'm home.....

The room filled with a blinding silver light. The four Suzaku Warriors were forced to cover their eyes or go blind. It was like that of Suzaku's power. Great and beautiful. But something about the power producing such light felt different. It was warm and comforting like Suzaku. This power, this power was greater, warmer, but this power was wrong. it did not come from this world nor did it belong.

"Is this Suzaku?" Shouted Hotohori over the raging winds that whipped about them.

"No, no da." Answered Chichiri. "This is not Suzaku's power. This the strength of another. Someone much more powerful, na no da."

"A greater God?" Nuriko held onto Hotohori. Using his great strength to hold them both down.

Just as quick as the winds and blinding light had come. They vanished. Leaving the four warriors to wander if it had actually happened. Not an item in the room was out of place. Though the angry winds had nearly lifted them from the ground.

"Is it ove'a?" Asked Tasuki from under the table.

"Every one back!" Warned Chichiri. A dark cloud ring appeared in the air above them. Within its center, a black void could be seen. Chichiri held his jingling staff before him. "Be gone evil spirit." Commanded Chichiri. "In the name of Suzaku. I will not let you enter this world." As soon as the words left his mouth. Chichiri began to chant in the forgotten language. His aura flaring to life around him.

"You will not bard my way, Monk!" The angry voice echoed around them. It resounded in their ears and shook their souls. "I fought too long and too hard to return here." From the ring of dark clouds floated down a woman. She was just a head shorter than Chichiri himself. The cloths she wore were strange to them. Her brown trousers shifted in the wind created by Chichiris' magic. She wore a long sleeveless white tunic shirt. Under a forest green vest that hugged the upper half of her body like a second skin. Her long dark hair cascaded down to her calves. It flowed and moved unbound in the magical winds like the ebony river it was. Her doe shaped eyes glared dangerously at Chichiri. "I have waited two hundred years to return to my homeland. Now that I have returned. I will not be cast back out by third rate Monk!" Her angry words shook the palace walls. Her eyes flashed with rage as her own bright silver aura flashed to life around her.

Chichiris chants grew in strength and volume. "Suzaku lend me the strength to defeat this evil. NO DAAAA!" Chichiri cast all his strength and magic into one attack. Hoping it would be enough to cast out this woman of evil.

At the same time the floating woman gathered her own energy between her closed hands. It crackled and sparked when she pulled her hands apart. Forming a sphere she pushed forward. Hurtling her own attack towards Chichiri.

As their attacks grew nearer. Nuriko, Hotohori, and Tasuki lent their own power to Chichiri. When the two forces met the room exploded with light. A light so bright the sun paled in comparison. When the dust and smoke cleared the four Suzaku Warriors were greeted with the sight of the woman on her knees. Her hands held before her as if to ward them off. They watched as a silver dome spread from her hands to cover her kneeling form.

"I will not be cast out." Her words were just above a whisper. Slowly her gaze rose to meet Chichiri's. He could see she was struggling to stay conscious. "I have waited two hundred years to return to the lands of the four gods. You will not cast me back out Monk. I will find happiness." She swayed slightly, nearly falling in her attempt to stand. "Even if it means my demise." Her defiant eyes slid closed as she crumpled to the ground. The dome around flared angrily before disappearing.