Chapter 2
Sorry I haven't writte in (several) months, but… I've kinda sorta temporarily lost my interest in Fushigi Yuugi, and writing for that matter… but, this is just my beginning of Chapter 2, but I'm not finished with it, but a certain review, which kinda sorta threatened my well-being (O_o; just kidding, I hope) kinda spurred me on… I'll update this soon, I really will! Really!
Disclaimers: I do not own any part of Fushigi Yuugi. At all. Don't sue me, I'm a poor, poor person ;-; This story, however, is mine. Steal it and DIE. Happy reading! ^^ BTW, this fic will be centered around Chiriko, my favorite seishi, although it doesn't seem like it for this chapter… Enjoy! Also, I use cute little faces such as ^^; ¬¬ o_O; and so on and so forth because… well because I'm used to it! ^^; See? Oh, and ::blah:: is an action, like a scream/kick/punch/whatever. ::punches readers:: Haha! o_O;
Chiriko opened his eyes, yawned, then stretched. He sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and realized something. He was in a bed, and the rest of the Suzaku seishi were nowhere to be seen. Frantic, he looked around the room desperately, and saw a tall figure hidden in shadow sitting in a chair. The figure was burly, with broad shoulders, and Chiriko could see a outline of shoulder-length fair hair. He quickly shot his hands up to his mouth and gasped. A scaly helm adorned the man's head, a cape draped over his shoulder. A smirk could be seen displayed on his face, and blue eyes pierced the darkness.
"Welcome to Kutou, Suzaku shichiseishi Chiriko. I see you have awakened, I hope you slept well… Don't bother crying out, we're in the palace, and none of your friends are here to protect you like they always do," With that, the tall figure stood up out of the shadow, his royal blue cape cascading to the ground like water. He strode over to the side of the bed, and leaned in so close that he and Chiriko were nose to nose.
He gasped again. "Nakago…!"
"Indeed… I hope you enjoy your stay, sweet child."
Chiriko did the only thing that came naturally. He flailed his arms and legs in an effort to get away, but the shogun didn't even flinch. He was hit dozens of times, yet showed no reaction, like nothing, not even a slight breeze, had taken place. He stayed that way, eventually rolling his eyes, and grabbing the small boy's arms.
His cold, dark voice echoed in throughout the room. "Enough! There is no use, you cannot escape, and nobody is here to help. You might as well cooperate, and nothing bad will come your way… Not anything ~*too*~ bad, anyways." He scooped up the child in his arms, and held him up like he was a baby, and weighed nothing. "Hmph, even I, the great Nakago, have enough morale not to torture a child… Perhaps, I should just… leave you here," He dropped the boy down on the bed, and whispered in his ear: "Remember, you cannot escape. I may be more civilized than you think, but my men are… well, let's say they're just not. Try to run away, and they'll catch you, you can bet your life on that." And with that, he straitened his helm, turned, and walked over to the door. He glanced back at the child, gave a cruel smirk, and strode out the door, locking it several times behind him.
~*~*~*~
It was sunrise in Konan, and Suzaku shichiseishi were just beginning to awake. Tasuki woke up, scratched his head, stretched, and rubbed his eyes groggily.
"Morning already…? What the hell are we gonna eat for breakfast?"
"Fish, no da. Care you join me fishing, Tasuki-kun?"
"Hell no!"
Mitsukake was just waking up, too. "Guys, guys, it's too early to start this… You might wake Miaka, and you know what happened the last time you woke her up too early."
Nuriko was already up, and gleefully skipped into the clearing after he dolled himself up earlier in the nearby lake. "She hit Tamahome with a clay vase?"
"Before that."
"She… pulled Hotohori's hair?"
"After that."
"Pulled Tama's tail?"
"Konked Chiriko's head?"
"Before and after that."
"She…"
"She stomped on everybody's foot because THEY WOKE HER UP TOO FUCKING EARLY!!!!!" Apparently, their little discussion had woken up Miaka and Tamahome too early, and they all received punishment for their crimes.
"Aaaaiii!!!"
"Itai!"
"Owchies!"
"Mommy!"
"You crushed my big tooeee!!!"
"Ha, that's what you deserve!" Suddenly returning to the cheerfully giddy Miaka, she skipped around the campsite until… her stomach growled. "Aaahhh… I'm hungry… what's for breakfast?"
"F… fish no da…" Chichiri stammered, rubbing his foot, which had a Miaka-foot shaped impression on it.
"FISH? WHERE?"
Tama had woken up from his morning catnap, and at the word 'fish' was wide awake. "Meow reow?"
"No! Bad kitty! It's MY FOOD!"
"RrrrRRReaaRRR!"
As Miaka and Tama were starting a brutal catfight (sorry, very bad pun intended), and Mitsukake tried to break them up, Tasuki propped his head up on his hand and stared blankly at the cloud of dust forming around the catfighters. "… Say, Chichiri, Nuriko, have any of you seen Chiriko? He usually wakes up late, but… I don't see him anwhere. Could he have gone looking for breakfast already?" If Tasuki had a soft spot for any of the Suzaku seishi, it was for little Chiriko.
"Where did he go…? I haven't seen him yet this morning." Nuriko gazed towards the skies.
In the midst of the chaos and claw-shattering catfight, Mitsukake stumbled upon a clue, the only clue to Chiriko's whereabouts…
The healer cocked his head to the side. "A… a note?"
Miaka and Tama immediately ceased their quarreling and skipped over the Mitsukake's side. "Read it already! I'm huuungry!" Despite the comment, Miaka's stomach didn't growl… it ROARED.
The note read:
Dear Assfaces,
We have kidnapped your precious little genius. If you ever want to see that sweet, sweet little boy face again, come to the Kutou Palace, the guards won't attack… yet. We'll be waiting…
Love always,
The Seiryuu Seishi
P.S. Miaka's got crabs! : )
The group sat in silence. Off in the distance, far away from the others, Tasuki was laughing his mangy skanky ass off. "Miaka's got crabs! Holy shit the fucking letter was hella funny! Ahahahahaha!"
~Meanwhile~
Chiriko hid under his sheets, and was shaking all over. A billion terrifying questions tumbled in his mind. What would Nakago do to him? How would he get out? Did the group wake Miaka up again? Did the notice he was gone? Do they even care? (And most terrifying of all…) DO NAKAGO AND OR TOMO LIKE LITTLE BOYS?!
Just the thought of the last question made the little Einstein cower under the blankets, practically causing an earthquake through his chattering teeth and fiercely shaking body.
Out of the shadows, the iron door opened again, to reveal the blond shogun… IN HIS PAJAMAS! (dun dun dun!)
