The title, Yuukaku and Sakura is for Seiran and Shuurei. Yuukaku, because it means 'orchid', and Seiran was named Seiran becaue it meant 'silent orchid', and if I'm correct, Shuurei's favourite kind of flowers is cherry blossoms, and Sakura means 'Cherry blossom'.
This is a four-shot, with each chapter in a different character's point of view on Shuurei and Seiran's relationship (and it will end up as it being 'romantical', since I don't write 'they love each other like brother-sister') and the characters are going to be in this order : Ensei, Ryuuki, Seiran and Shuurei.
And if this story goes well, well, maybe I'll do one on Shuurei and Ryuuki..and that one might be romantical too, since I'm a Ryuuki/Shuurei shipper, but on the other end it's Seiran/Shuurei shippper.
really hope you enjoy this story, and please review
DiScLaImEr: I do not own any of the characters that you recognnize from Saiunkoku Monogatari..Saiunokoku Monogatari belongs to Sai Yukino and the others that own Saiunkoku Monogatari.
Ensei's point of view..
I have always wondered what the relationship between Seiran and Shuurei were like. There was no doubt nobody that knew the two would not wonder either, but seeing how they are together, it just sparks deep curiosity. I, for one, think that Seiran cares for Shuurei more than as a brother than a sister. He worries over her, he fawns over her, he protects her, and he looks out for her.
Flashback
"Ensei! Do you know where Seiran is? I can't find him?!" shouted Shurrei, rushing into my room.
I looked up and saw the younger girl breathless from running down the halls to my room, and answered,
"I think he went to a shoten to get you some books, princess."
"But he's been gone for more than three hours! Where do you think he is?"
"I'm sure Seiran didn't disappear. Nothing to worry about. He might have just wondered off to buy something. You know, Shuurei, although he is serving your family and has been for the past 15 years, Seiran is now a man and he has to have his own enjoyment, meaning he can go to a brothel or harem. So he might have went there." I said lazily no thinking of the consequences for saying that outloud.
"Is that where you think he is?! My Seiran wouldn't go to a harem! And I know it too! You're wrong!" exclaimed Shuurei, running out of my room. Most likely running off to every harem and brothel in her sight to track down Seiran. We all know how determined Kou Shuurei gets when she wants something.
After an hour of waiting for Shuurei and Seiran, I grew worried, so I took 'Little Staff King' and walked out of the little palace, to go look for Shuurei and Seiran. I went in to every harem and brothel, as I walked past a alley-way, I heard screams. Curious, I walked backwards, and into the alleyway, and there, I saw Shuurei, on the ground, with half of her dress ripped apart, showing her undergarments.I suddenly became enraged that anyone would do this to the Kou princess. But before I could even took out 'Little Staff King' and attacked the fifteen men that were all around Shuurei, Seiran appeared to what seemed like from nowhere and was already there, attacking all fifteen and killed nine of them, before the six other ran away.
Both of us looked at Shuurei.
The poor girl was shaking and crying, while holding her half ripped dress to her.
Before I can even go to Shuurei, Seiran was already right beside her pulling her close to him.
"How can you be so silly, Shuurei." whispered Seiran to Shuurei, rubbing her hair.
"I was trying to find you...And Ensei said you were perhaps at a harem, so I decided to look for you here." answered Shuurei in between sniffles.
Instantly, Seiran sent me a death glare that could've killed me if looks can kill.
"Don't worry Ojou-sama. Did they do anything to you?" asked Seiran.
Shuurei slowly lifted up her sleeves to let both Seiran and I see the bruises of all along her arms, and when she turned around, there was big purple bruises on her back, some of them even bleeding.
"I swear onto my life that I will catch and kill the remaining six men that did this to you. This, I swear. I'm so sorry for not being with you...Does it hurt?" Growled Seiran, running his calloused hands lightly across Shuurei's back.
Shuurei flinched, and right away, Seiran stopped.
--end of flashback--
And then there was Shuurei. Although it doesn't show that Shuurei cares for Seiran for more than a brother as a 'out-there-for-the-world-to-see' thing like Seiran. Hers is more of a timid way..it's there alright, but you have to look closely to even see her feelings.
Flashback
"Seiran! Where do you think you're going when you're coughing like that?!" exclaimed a strong feminine voice behind us.
Seiran and I turned around to see hime-sama glaring at Seiran.
Seiran coughed slightly.
Although we all knew Seiran was sick, but still he still insisted that he goes with the soldiers and I to the border of the Sa province to assist Emperor Ryuuki's arrival.
"Princess, I'm sure you can just let Seira-" I started, before I cut off by Shuurei.
"What do you mean, Ensei?! Let Seiran ride out there with you, while he has a cough and a fever?! He's sick, and he's staying here with me! And Seiran! I though the Seiran I knew would have better common sense to not go out in the snow while you were sick!"
"I'm sorry for worrying you, ojou-sama. Alright then. I'll stay with you." Said Seiran, walking dutifully towards Shuurei.
Half-way walking to Shuurei, Seiran suddenly fell down onto the snow with a large 'thud'.
"Seiran!" exclaimed Shuurei, running over to Seiran's now still figure.
Next Day..
After I arrived back, sucesssfully escorted the emperor without any troubles, I went to look for Seiran and Shuurei.
After searching in nearly more than half of the rooms in the small palace Eigetsu, Kourin, Seiran, Shuurei, and I were living in, I finally found Shuurei in Seiran's room.
But Shuurei wasn't the only one in the room.
Shi Ryuuki was also in the room, sitting on a chair, talking quietly to Shuurei, while she put a cloth onto Seiran, who looked like he was still unconcious.
"Ojou-sama and Heika, I hope you two are having a good morning?." I said, bowing down, uncomfortable with the fact that I had called Shuurei 'Ojou-sama', since it always seemed like only Seiran was entitled on saying that, if he was a servant to the Kou family or not.
"You may stand up, Ensei-kun." Answered Emperor Ryuuki.
"Thank you," I answered.
"So, how is Seiran this morning?" I asked, turning my attention to Shuurei.
"I have been here since last night, since you left to get Emperor Ryuuki, but he hasn't been making any progress, and he's even starting to get these red spots, Answered Shuurei, momentarily leaving her attention from Ryuuki to me, and swiftly reaching over to Seiran's shirt, and unbuttoning the first two buttons, and letting me see the red spots all along his chest and neck. And then she lifted his hands, for me to see that all over Seiran were the red spots.
And I think, from her judging from my surprised face, she answered my questioning look.
"And yes, Ensei. Everywhere. I checked everywhere on Seiran, and it is everywhere. I think I'm going to get a taifu pretty soon to get him to check Seiran again." Said Shuurei, looking at Seiran's pained expression.
Then, something I didn't expect happen, and I think the dumb boy behind me that I have to call a 'emperor' for the next fourty years or so, was also surprised: Shuurei leaned over, and kissed Seiran's forehead and cheek, before standing up again, and quietly excusing herself from the room, and headed out the door, muttering about, "Is Seiran's sickness contagious? If it is, I shouldn't be letting Ryuuki stay in there with Seiran..For Ryuuki's sake, and for Seiran's sake..who knows what he'll do if he found out that Ryuuki was visiting him, while he was out cold?"
End of flashback
I have always thought that both Seiran and Shuurei would be a great couple. And I know, that bakka of an emperor, also loves Shuurei, but Seiran's love for Shuurei goes deeper than just plain love..it might just be real love, like the ones that we see ever so often in our life, because hey, nobody's life a fairytale.
