The Angel of Fire
By Andrea Danette Merritt
'The Angel of Fire' is inspired by 'Never Forget', my first fic. A couple of friends asked me to write this.
Prologue
We all know about the seishi of ShinJinTenChiSho, right? Well, have you ever heard of the Guardians? Not very many have. Guardians are former Mikos who have devoted the rest of their existence to the protection of their God and Country. The Guardians are called upon in times of need, when the cycle of seishi and mikos has not been completed, and thus the god cannot be summoned at that time. This is the story of love between a Guardian and Seishi of Suzaku.
She opened her eyes, only to meet nothingness. But, it was far from. She could feel it. Suzaku was everywhere, behind her, in front of her, to either side of her, inside her heart and soul and being. Her sigil shone brightly upon her brow, proving the fact. She was silent, but her spirit spoke to her god.
'Suzaku, you called for me?'
'Indeed, Miaka. The time has come for you to become one with me, or separate from me completely. You must choose.'
Suzaku's words sank in. If she chose to stay with him, there was no turning back, no chance to regret. But the same went for if she left him. She could never return to Konan, to Suzaku. There was a certain comfort in the fact that he was always with her. And she would never have to wonder how her seishi were doing. She smiled at the thought of Chichiri, Tamahome, Tasuki, and someday soon, Nuriko, Hotohori, Mitsukake, Chiriko.and she made up her mind. 'I will stay.'
Suzaku nodded, and with a flutter of his wings, her sigil became white, so bright it illuminated the area around her. And it's shape changed. She couldn't see it, but she knew the kanji. Angel. She felt warm, and sighed contentedly as everything went black.
'The Angel of Fire' is inspired by 'Never Forget', my first fic. A couple of friends asked me to write this.
Prologue
We all know about the seishi of ShinJinTenChiSho, right? Well, have you ever heard of the Guardians? Not very many have. Guardians are former Mikos who have devoted the rest of their existence to the protection of their God and Country. The Guardians are called upon in times of need, when the cycle of seishi and mikos has not been completed, and thus the god cannot be summoned at that time. This is the story of love between a Guardian and Seishi of Suzaku.
She opened her eyes, only to meet nothingness. But, it was far from. She could feel it. Suzaku was everywhere, behind her, in front of her, to either side of her, inside her heart and soul and being. Her sigil shone brightly upon her brow, proving the fact. She was silent, but her spirit spoke to her god.
'Suzaku, you called for me?'
'Indeed, Miaka. The time has come for you to become one with me, or separate from me completely. You must choose.'
Suzaku's words sank in. If she chose to stay with him, there was no turning back, no chance to regret. But the same went for if she left him. She could never return to Konan, to Suzaku. There was a certain comfort in the fact that he was always with her. And she would never have to wonder how her seishi were doing. She smiled at the thought of Chichiri, Tamahome, Tasuki, and someday soon, Nuriko, Hotohori, Mitsukake, Chiriko.and she made up her mind. 'I will stay.'
Suzaku nodded, and with a flutter of his wings, her sigil became white, so bright it illuminated the area around her. And it's shape changed. She couldn't see it, but she knew the kanji. Angel. She felt warm, and sighed contentedly as everything went black.