~ Disclaimer ~
I don't own FY nor do I own the creators. So there...but yet, I write this
fic as I listen to the song Bittersweet Symphony. Ah yes, the best
song...even when it is in remix! Ba hahaha.
The sheeps have spoken, I shall write.
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- Title - Footsteps
- Author - CheezePilotOfPluto99X
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These footsteps. I have traced back through time. Through the ages. Through my ancestors. I trace them with my finger, amongst the beautiful maps. Yet, they displease me in a sense. I have yet to find her. My room is quiet, dark and barren. The fine silky sheets unruffled by play of children. My room untouched by feminen qualities. How I wish for a companion.
These footsteps of my four emperors. His father as of his father wed a beautiful woman. Yet, in my sorrow, not I. For I am alone. Without the needed touch. Smell. Taste. Even life of another. I wish for companionship.
My tears of loneliness, never stopping. The flow of the river that I have watched all these years of my living tell a story. Ah yes, of my great grandfathers. They're rides and victories. They're mistresses and kin. I wish for a companion.
Oh how I wish. But yet, Suzaku has yet to grant me. I have wished again and again. My wishes unanswered by the mighty Celestial God. My beauty, only skin deep. For how can I find someone more radiant than I?
The pain of not having someone. Unbearable. My pain is unanswered by the mighty Celestial God, Suzaku. I feel nothing now. As I trace my finger along this map before me. I remember the young woman, the beautiful woman who had become Preistess. Miaka. How ditzy, yet graceful. I showed her love beyond love. Rejected. I sat in wait, trying to win her over. She loved Tamahome. I gave into the fact she could never love me more than a mere friend, ally and emperor. My love was strong, yet it was weakened by unrequainted love.
I stand before the map, stretching my young muscles. Today is a new day, I must find a companion.
As I slip into my attire, I think. Where shall I find this rose in a bushell of thorns?
I shake my head slowly. Making sure not to ruin my beautiful long hair. I slip my robe on and head outside to the court. Everyone bows and I only shake my hand. "Please...I must find an emperess. I must wed to bore a son to the throne," I announced.
The guards and monks set out to find this emperess of my palace. I knew it was hopeless. But then again. What is hopeless must not be a far shot. Because, just a week later a woman came to my palace. Her hair a wonderful blue, her eyes lovely. I fell madly in love. But sadly. I had died. Before my son had been born. But, I knew he was going to be handsome. He would rule this kingdom, this palace. Just like I had before I passed on. My love goes out to him. To my beautiful, radiant and willfull emperess. And to my fellow Celestial Warriors, who had stopped Nakago and Seiryuu. To everyone. My people. My kingdom.
- The...well, end.
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- Title - Footsteps
- Author - CheezePilotOfPluto99X
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These footsteps. I have traced back through time. Through the ages. Through my ancestors. I trace them with my finger, amongst the beautiful maps. Yet, they displease me in a sense. I have yet to find her. My room is quiet, dark and barren. The fine silky sheets unruffled by play of children. My room untouched by feminen qualities. How I wish for a companion.
These footsteps of my four emperors. His father as of his father wed a beautiful woman. Yet, in my sorrow, not I. For I am alone. Without the needed touch. Smell. Taste. Even life of another. I wish for companionship.
My tears of loneliness, never stopping. The flow of the river that I have watched all these years of my living tell a story. Ah yes, of my great grandfathers. They're rides and victories. They're mistresses and kin. I wish for a companion.
Oh how I wish. But yet, Suzaku has yet to grant me. I have wished again and again. My wishes unanswered by the mighty Celestial God. My beauty, only skin deep. For how can I find someone more radiant than I?
The pain of not having someone. Unbearable. My pain is unanswered by the mighty Celestial God, Suzaku. I feel nothing now. As I trace my finger along this map before me. I remember the young woman, the beautiful woman who had become Preistess. Miaka. How ditzy, yet graceful. I showed her love beyond love. Rejected. I sat in wait, trying to win her over. She loved Tamahome. I gave into the fact she could never love me more than a mere friend, ally and emperor. My love was strong, yet it was weakened by unrequainted love.
I stand before the map, stretching my young muscles. Today is a new day, I must find a companion.
As I slip into my attire, I think. Where shall I find this rose in a bushell of thorns?
I shake my head slowly. Making sure not to ruin my beautiful long hair. I slip my robe on and head outside to the court. Everyone bows and I only shake my hand. "Please...I must find an emperess. I must wed to bore a son to the throne," I announced.
The guards and monks set out to find this emperess of my palace. I knew it was hopeless. But then again. What is hopeless must not be a far shot. Because, just a week later a woman came to my palace. Her hair a wonderful blue, her eyes lovely. I fell madly in love. But sadly. I had died. Before my son had been born. But, I knew he was going to be handsome. He would rule this kingdom, this palace. Just like I had before I passed on. My love goes out to him. To my beautiful, radiant and willfull emperess. And to my fellow Celestial Warriors, who had stopped Nakago and Seiryuu. To everyone. My people. My kingdom.
- The...well, end.