Title: The Power to Heal
Fandom: Fushigi Yuugi
Pairing: Mitsukake+Chichiri
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 305
Summary/Description: Mitsukake, he thinks, must draw his abilities from some other source.
Warning/Spoilers: Spoilers for Episode 46, I guess.
A/N: Uuuunf. More introspective sorta gen-ness. I am pretty obsessed with the relationship these two have, if only because of episode 47, which was one of the most heart-wrenching things I've ever had to watch. Interpret this romantically if you'd like.
Disclaimer: Fushigi Yuugi © Watase Yuu.
Chichiri wonders where he gets it.
Since the Priestess of Seiryu made her first damning wish, the Suzaku Seishi have been devoid of their special powers, leaving them not weak, but most certainly vulnerable. Without Suzaku's mark on his kneecap, his staff, mantle and cap are all obsolete, no more useful in a battle than any ordinary objects of the same ilk. Suzaku has been sealed, and without him, the constellations have flickered out.
Mitsukake, Chichiri thinks, must draw his abilities from some other source.
For the tall, solid rock of a man, it is simpler than anything Chichiri could ever hope to work out. He is a doctor; ergo, he will help the sick. For him, a healer has no 'place'; whether it is in a sick bay thrumming with the screams and groans of the infirm and dying, at someone's residence, or in the heart of a battle, alongside the soldiers he may soon pronounce dead; once there are people in need, he has an obligation and a right to be there.
Chichiri wishes that some things could be (could have been) so clean and clear-cut for him.
On the ride back to Konan from the battlefield, after Nakago injures Mitsukake, (the sly, coward's way, in the back) Chichiri holds his unconscious friend steadily by the shoulders, so that the jerky carriage does not jar his wounds too badly. The monk is bone-weary, especially after the rush of the day's events, and he is sure that not even his mask is convincing his comrades of his light-heartedness. Yet… simply touching the doctor, however briefly, however impersonally, has the most poignant buoying effect on him, and again, Chichiri wonders how he does it.
Mitsukake breathes deeply, in and out. Chichiri smiles, and knows that the power to heal is more than simply god given.
A/N: Frump. This is not exactly what I wanted it to be, but feh. Comments appreciated.