The Last Seishi
By nightelfcrawler
Warnings: Tasuki's foul mouth
Okay so... in chatting with an rp partner, we ended up discovering that we had been a part of the same fandoms some 10+ years ago. She ran a website that hosted some of my old fics... which made me drag out some old dvds that I'd saved my webpages on... and lo and behold, I found these old fics hanging around still and decided heck why not bring them back. So here they are, a trip down memory lane! These were written in the late 90's and early 2000's when I went by too many psudonyms to remember. I actually forgot who I was until I physically saw the fics listed and went 'oh crap I remember those!'. Ahh memories.
Be warned... these were my first attempts at writing and are likely riddled with grammar, spelling and other noted errors. I've read through them, blushed furiously that I used to write like this, and decided to put them up anyway as-is with no revisions. So please enjoy, but don't bother correcting or whining, they shall be ignored!
The Last SeishiChapter Eight: Eternally Yours
Standard Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters, Watase Yuu did, so don't sue me.
The woman who stood next to Hokoru was slender and ravishing. Her long brown hair fell loosely down her back, part of it tied back intwo braids crowning her head. Her narrow face had gentle brown eyes andfull lips that were as deep as a ruby. She wore a simple gown, not unlike Hokoru's, and she carried a flower basket in her hands.
Upon seeing him she had stopped, frozen to the spot. A look of bewilderment crossed her pretty face as she stared at the blue-haired monk; something in his gaze made it impossible to turn away.
Why suddenly was her heart beating so rapidly? She felt feverish and her mind seemed to be swimming. Why did this man feel so...different?
Chichiri was frozen, staring at the woman, unable to move or utter a sound. Finally he was able to break out of his spell, and he slowly, hesitantly, walked over to her and took her hand. "Are you still holding to what you told me last time, Kouran?"
Upon hearing the man's voice, she was suddenly bombarded with the fierce waves of her memory being unleashed. Images of a young man... the one she loved. Another man...who loved her. Kissing that man... and realizing what she had done...leaving her love standing in shock...the flood...
Giving a startled agonized gasp, she tried to tear away from his grip, but his hand held firmly onto her arm. He suddenly pulled her closer, grasping her by the shoulders, and before she knew what was happening, his mouth was pressed to hers...
The others watched as she slowly relaxed, and stopped struggling as Chichiri kissed her.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, she opened her eyes as they seperated. She saw the face of a man through her blurred vision. A man whose familiar face she knew. She could still see the absurd bangs falling over his forehead with his dancing amber eyes and childlike smile.
As her tears cleared up, his face became more focused and seemed older. The bangs still fell over his forehead, but they were longer, and only one amber eye gazed down at her, the other permanetly sealed beneath a jagged scar. His smile was no longer childish, but sad...telling of the tragic life he had lived.
"Houjun..." she whispered, remembering his name. How could she have forgotten him? How could she have forgotton everything that had happened?
He had changed. She almost couldn't see that young man he had once been. But then, she had changed as well...perhaps not as drastically as he had, though.
She suddenly couldn't bear to look at him anymore, and clutched his chest, feeling his warmth and familiar scent. Closing her eyes, she let the frightning images flood her mind. Her betrayal. She had betrayed him...yet...he still had kissed her.
Murmering softly into his chest, she tried to keep the tears back. "Can you forgive me, Houjun, for what I did to you?"
She felt his arms clutch her tightly to him, and she heard his voice, that same voice, reach out to her across the decades. "You know I could never be upset at you, Kouran." He lifted her chin gently, but forcibly, making her look upon his scared face. His eye held such deep passion in it, reaching out across the depths time had suppressed upon them, finally emerging once again. "No matter what happens...I will always love you." A glistning tear suddenly released itself from his damaged eye, and fell onto her cheek, warm and salty.
Not able to stand it anymore, she reached a delicate hand up, and pulled his head down, kissing him once again, letting the precious moment exist for as long as possible.
The entire town had heard the news by now and had silently gathered in the plaza, watching the heart bending drama unfold. Many tears were shed in joy for the reunited two. Many had known them in the past, and were filled with joy knowing that they had found each other again after so long.
Miaka, Taka, Tetsuya, Yui, and Keisuke stood watching along with the others. It was now obvious to them who this woman was. They felt an unabridged joy well up inside their hearts at seeing their Chichiri embrace his fiencee.
Still clutching his chest tightly, Kouran murmered softly to him. "I lost my memory, but even then I could never be with another man. Many others asked if they could be my suitors...but for some reason I could never accept their offers...now I realize why." She looked up at him, tears of happiness spilling down her cheeks. "After all this time... I still love you...even my unconsious knew that when I didn't."
"The unconsious mind is perhaps the strongest sense we posess." He replyed back, running his fingers through her hair tenderly.
She smiled and gazed up into his soft amber eye. "Houjun...it is almost the spring equinox..."
"Hmmm...?"
"The tree is still there...it's in full bloom now..."
He smiled down gently, a soft look in his eye. "I wouldn't be able to stay. As a Seishi I have a duity to complete...and that must take precidence."
"I don't care! I would be willing to wait for you!"
"And what if I never return?"
"You will! You are a survivor, Houjun."
He gently drew her chin up and kissed her lightly on the lips, then smiled. "I will try to hurry back then."
Miaka jumped as Hokori clapped her hands in ecstacy. "Oooooh! Can I be in charge of decoration, oniichan?"
The two lovers glanced in her direction, and Chichiri nodded with a soft quiet smile to his sister.
"Yay!" She grinned widely. "I'm gonna have lots and lots of flowers!" Turning to a bewildered Miaka, she grabbed her hand. "You'll help me, neh?"
"Uhh, sure..." Miaka was wondering what all this was about, when Taka leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Her expression brightened brilliantly, and a happy smile sprung to her face.
As everyone gazed on the flushed faces of Chichiri and Kouran, they felt the unabridged joy that radiated out from the two, and they understood everything they had heard about love at that moment.
Miaka yawned, and rubbed her eyes as she was lifted onto the horse. It was too early to get up! And no breakfast so early eather.
She heard a noise, and turned her head to see Chichiri emerge from a neighboring house. Glancing at Taka, they shared a similar glance. Knowing smiles pasted on their faces, they watched as Kouran gave him a sweet kiss. Upon seeing them there, his face turned beet red, and he quickly busied himself with getting his horse ready.
Yui, Tetsuya, and Keisuke stumbled out of the house, and got on their horses. They had been loaned to them for the journey up to the mountain, since it was rough going.
Really, they needed to wait another week to recover! Miaka thought yawning. All that partying was too much to walk off in one day, even though it had been several days.
Everyone was mounted now, and the villagers waved goodbye to them as they began their long journey. Miaka saw Chichiri glance back to his new bride wistfully, a very sad look in his eye, as if he knew something that no one else did. Something he obviously was not going to share with anyone else...
