Line
of Difference
by Uenki
I do not own Hikaru no Go.
I only use them for fan fiction in terms of entertainment purposes.
The plot belongs to me, however, the characters maybe a little out of character.
CHAPTER 1
For my previous readers, sorry for not updating Full Moon: FnS. I have been having a huge blockage in my brain (writer's block). Those who have noticed that Tears of the Wind is deleted, yes it is. This story, Line of Difference, is also based on the olden days. A better version (rewrite), of Tears of the Wind, with a deeper plot. Once again, I do NOT know much on the old Japan, so this is going to be based on old China/Japan. Please forgive me. Let's just hope that Hikaru will pop up in the middle of nowhere. I am already writing till chapter 3… currently.
Story is rated General, Alternate Universe.
The moon is bright; the howls of the wolves could be heard in the forlorn night. A bitter night that was laced with agony and grief. The rain was pouring heavily, the anguish and the sadness descended onto the land in soft pitter-patters. Soft weeping came, from the empress' room. The empress was a beautiful woman, with long purple locks that reached her back and soft almond orbs. Pearl-like tears fell from her eyes and landed on her clothes. In her hands was an infant, her third son that just came out from her womb.
The empress stared at her child and caressed his soft cheeks. She took a hairpin from her hair and placed it under the cloths. The empress called her trustworthy servant, Kiyoko, and pushed the newborn into her arms. Kiyoko was terrified when the empress grabbed her hands and went down onto her knees.
"Lady Gin! What are you doing? Please, do not scare this lowly one, please stand!" The servant spoke, while the empress' grasp on the servant's hands tightened. Gin's face went deathly pale.
"Kiyoko, take the child and flee! Hide him; do not let his identify known!" The empress beseeched. The servant has a questioning look, but gestured the empress to get on her feet. Footsteps were heard a distance away. Balls of light could be seen outside the shoji door. The tension went tenser.
"The prophecy… it went true! Take my child away; do not let the first prince discover him!" The empress ushered the servant and opened the large window by the bed. The empress motioned the servant to escape from there. The servant nodded, dumbly, loss for words. With the child in her arms, Kiyoko took a dangerous leap through the window and landed on the ground safely.
With that, Kiyoko fled, taking the empress commands in her heart. Even if it cost her life, the third prince must be safe.
The room of the empress' door slid open forcefully. In came the first prince, a fine young man with sharp features, Kouyo with a horde of soldiers behind. The empress gasped softly as the soldiers stared at her in such weakened state. Buying for time, she stood upon her feet as the soldier bowed and knelt in respect. Kouyo gave a low bow, dutifully.
"Such impudence!" Gin cried, while the soldiers just stood, unmoving. Kouyo glanced around the room. The room was messed up; with a golden basin in one corner some clothes that were tainted with blood. The servants, he noticed, were not in place.
"Mother! Where is the child?" Kouyo questioned, firmly. He saw the distress in the empress' eyes. The empress gave a huff of annoyance, and folded her arms while tilting her head in the opposite direction.
"Leave! Let me be!" The empress bellowed and the soldiers obeyed with no hesitation. Kouyo growled softly. In terms of authority, his mother, the empress held much power. When the shoji door slid close, Kouyo looked sternly at his mother, who avoided his gaze.
"Mother, that child is a cursed child! He will be the root of all cause for the fall of the dynasty!" Kouyo spoke, with much anxiety in his tone. The empress just glared at him. She gave him a wave of dismissal.
"But mother," Kouyo spoke, but was cut off by an infuriated empress, "LEAVE!" Kouyo gave a bow and stepped out of the room. When the shoji door was closed, the empress slumped down and her long white robes were spread down onto the ground. She covered her face with her palms and cried. Her child, her darling, her baby. He was her precious, her child named Fujiwara no Sai.
The prophet from the West spoke of a prophecy a year ago. That was why her child had to be taken away, far from the clutches of the first prince. The cursed prophecy, as everyone called it.
Deep
in the darkness,
the terrors that cried,
the light that died,
a child would fall.
From
the heaven,
through the wind,
on the 13th day in a
forlorn night.
That
was he,
the child,
Who had a mark of a fallen one,
Will
lead the country,
either to the fallen era,
or to the core of
intelligence.
He who bores the mark of
The
fallen one,
was cursed,
from death to eternity.
Finis –Chapter 1