Alternate Fushigi Yuugi

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!

Surprises Keep Appearing

ChichiriDA's note: This is a work of fanfiction. I do not intend to make a profit off Fushigi Yuugi, it belongs to Watase Yuu, so don't sue me.
This is intended to be an alternate reality story, a 'what would have happened if' scenario. There are spoilers for the whole series, and possibly OVA's as well, so be forewarned.


"'Suzaku no Miko was enjoying the early morning light as she conversed with the bandit and her Seishi. Memories and ponderings flitted through her head as she watched Chichiri fish, and listened Kouji's ruthless tales of life as a bandit.'"

Yui leaned back in the grass, staring up at the sky in content. Things were so chaotic, that this little reprieve gave her a chance to clear her mind and relax for a little while.

"Anyway, so then I took Genrou to a brothel! Man o man you shoulda seen the look on his face when the girl took her dress off!" Kouji laughed heartily, tears running down his cheeks. Chichiri was smiling humorlessly, allowing the bandit to ramble. "So, then he jumps up, and practically throws the entire bed out the window screaming 'I hate women!' and then he just jumps out the window and I don't see him for another week!"

Kouji grinned and sighed. "When he came back, he looked a little sheepish, but was still pissed at me! That guy's got one hell of a temper, che!"

Chichiri smiled, then suddenly his attention turned to the pond as his bamboo rod shook. "Ah! Caught something no da!" The monk quickly jerked the line out, and a glistening trout lay on the bank, flipping back and forth in the morning light, sending reflections dashing from it's scales.

Chichiri seemed pleased, and had a hard time catching the fish and holding onto it, but he refused help. "Guess I'd better let it go back now no da."

Yui blinked in astonishment. "You mean, you spent all that time fishing for something, then when you catch it, you let it go?"

Chichiri nodded.

"Then what the hell's the point of fishing if yer not gonna eat what you catch?"

"That's not the point no da."

"Then what the hell is the point?"

Chichiri was about to answer when they heard a voice call Yui's name from the palace walkway.

Chichiri smiled. "It seems Hotohori-sama is up na no da!" He stood and put his fishing pole back in his kasa that seemed to hold endless amount of objects.

Kouji looked up, then Chichiri felt him freeze. Yui looked over to see astonishment and fear written across his face. "Why the hell is he wearing all that dumb regal robes and stuff..."

Yui laughed and walked over to where Hotohori was waiting with Nuriko at his side. "Good morning Hotohori! It's going to be a beautiful day!"

Kouji was still staring at Hotohori with wide eyes as Chichiri bowed suavely. "Hai, another beautiful day, heika na no da!"

"Hei...ka...?" Kouji stuttered aghast. "What the...you mean you... are...?"

Hotohori smiled softly and inclined his head regally. "Hai, I am."

Kouji just stuttered a bit, then suddenly pulled himself together and bowed deeply before him. "I am so sorry, heika! I meant no disrespect."

Hotohori smiled, then shook his head. "It's alright, there's no need to make a big deal of it. There's no need to be overly formal."

Kouji looked doubtful, then suddenly whacked Chichiri on the arm. "Aho! You should have told me something 'bout it!"

Chichiri rubbed his arm and gave Kouji a look. "Well, I figured you might do better if you found out yourself no da."

Kouji just mumbled something under his breath and scowled.

That produced a laugh from the group as the morning began to start out on a positive note.

"'Suzaku no Miko joined the emperor and the others for a glorious breakfast buffet."' Miaka rubbed her growling stomach. "Geeze, Yui-chan gets all the good luck!" She then continued. "'However, while they were dining, a stranger was making his way into the courtyard, unnoticed by the guards."'

'Hmph.' He thought as he crouched low by the bushes. 'Not heavily or well guarded, the fools. This is gonna be a piece of cake!' The stranger crouched by the wall, watching the group from a distance. 'That damn Kouji! Looking like he's enjoying it all!'

A deep scowl came from the bush, drawing a nearby guard's attention. Unfortunately, the guard never saw the leg trip him, and felt only a dull pain on the back of his neck before blacking out.

"Heh! So you seem to be enjoying yourself Kouji!" Nuriko was daintily eating like a lady, and Yui was pointedly trying to behave herself in regards to the Seishi. Knowing a secret was hard, even if Chichiri also knew it.

They all were enjoying the meal, and fasting in the abundance that they now had seeing that they were back in the palace. So enwrapped were they in conversation, that they didn't hear the commotion until it was too late.

The door burst open, revealing a fiery red-haired youth in a black coat dominating the doorway. Everyone paused eating, alarm spreading quickly through them as they began to leap to their feet.

"DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" The youth screamed. He held up some strange cards in his hand. "If you do, then I'll see yer eaten up by some nasty canines with long sharp teeth!"

There was the sound of the guards running to the rescue, but the youth shut the door, and grabbed Nuriko who seemed to be the nearest 'weakling'. "If ya move, she dies!"

"Umm, Genrou..." Kouji began, knowing what was going to happen with a sick feeling in his chest.

"Damn you Kouji, not now! I'm fucking busy!"

Unfortunately, this divergence from attention brought the red-haired youth onto the floor staring up at Nuriko who was pinning him with one hand. "So, acting like Mr. Tough and all, huh? What are you going to do now?"

Kouji sighed and shook his head.

Chichiri stood. "Don't hurt him Nuriko. Kouji says he may be a clue to the next of the Seishi no da." Chichiri then paused with a frown. "And I think I might understand why no da..." he murmured softly to himself.

No one heard him however, and Nuriko whined. "Why can't I hurt him just a liiitle?"

Kouji walked over to them and bend down to talk to Genrou who was scowling at him with a fierce look of "you traitor" on his face. "Bastard" he growled showing some cute fangs.

Kouji just kneeled and stared him in the eye. "Do you wanna follow that dumb ass Eiken?"

Genrou seemed puzzled. "Huh?"

"Our leader's dead, Genrou." This provoked a sudden sad look from the youth. "Eiken took the leader's little keepsake and took over, now he's planning to come and invade the palace... with the help of Kutou."

Genrou seemed pissed again. "What the FUCK? That BASTARD! It's suicide to break into the capitol!" He paused when he realized what he had just said, then his face colored the same as his hair.

Kouji sighed and shook his head. "So...are you gonna join that bastard, or are you gonna fight him? If you decide to fight... then you'd better spill your little "secret"."

Genrou seemed to get angry again...he did that a lot. "What the hell? Why would I do a dumb thing like that?"

"Cause they're Suzaku Shichi Seishi."

He blinked, and stared up at Nuriko. "They are?"

"Uh huh."

Genrou seemed to darken, then scowled deeply. "I ain't letting that bastard take over...so..." He narrowed his eyes. "This was your idea, wasn't it?"

Kouji smiled and patted his cheek. "Yup, so you gonna tell them?"

Genrou glowered. "Yeah, dumb ass. What else can I do?"

Nuriko reluctantly let the fiery tempered youth go, and Hotohori assured the guards that everything was alright, thought the guards looked less than satisfied with the development of events.

Nervously, with some embarrassment on his face, Genrou sad down at the meal table and joined Kouji, Yui, and the Seishi.

They waited patiently for him to speak, and when he didn't, Hotohori tried to start a conversation going. "Er, well, Genrou, you must have traveled quite a distance to find Kouji.."

Genrou scowled and stared at his plate, now empty of it's contents. Yui had been reminded of Miaka, seeing the bandit wolf down his food in that manner, and that just made her all the more eager for Genrou to spill what he knew about the Seishi.

When it seemed that he was about ready to spill the beans, there was a ruckus from outside, and a sharp knock on the door.

"Heika! Bad news! There is some villages that have been attacked by a large group of bandits, and it appears that a group of Kutou soldiers has accompanied them!"

Everyone jumped at the news. Hotohori asked in a quiet voice, "How many villages?"

"Three neighboring villages in the lake district, sire!"

Everyone jumped, startled as Tamahome sprung to his feet with sudden vigor. "WHAT?" He immediately dashed towards the door, a fierce look on his face.

Yui stood up suddenly, "Tamahome! Wait a minute!" But it was too late, the Seishi had jumped over the palace wall as the others crowded in the doorway watching his departing figure.

Hotohori was frowning. "Why was he so upset?"

Yui lowered her gaze sadly. "His village is one of the three in the lake district..."

Everyone understood suddenly, and they nodded in sadness.

Kouji scowled. "We hafta go after him, he'll get slaughtered if it's Eiken and the guys!"

Genrou clenched his fist. Yeah, we gotta go and face the bastard."

Chichiri had joined them, and now took the opportunity to speak. "Well, perhaps we should decide who's going to help Tamahome take on the entire group of bandits and the soldiers from Kutou, and then intercept him before he gets himself into trouble no da."

Hotohori sighed. "I...am afraid I cannot go in this matter. The court would not allow it, dispite what I might say to convince them."

"Fuck that, I'm going! Gotta teach that fat bastard who's the real boss!" Genrou elbowed Kouji rather hard. "Besides, he's still got that halisen! We get that then we can turn the tide of things!"

Kouji nodded, and looked at the blind mage. "Well, guess it's just us then."

Yui grabbed onto Chichiri's arm. "Take me too."

Chichiri frowned and inclined his head towards her. "Are you sure Yui-chan no da? This isn't something to fool with no da. We'll have to be doing some fighting no da."

"Yeah, it's gonna be bloody."

Yui straightened firmly, a dark dedicated look falling into her eyes. "I'm going to take care of Tamahome's family. A sick man, and four children! They are virtually defenseless, and I need to make sure that they're ok!"

Chichiri seemed to consider this, but Hotohori frowned deeply. "But Yui, we cannot risk you getting injured! You are Suzaku no Miko and therefore..."

"I am Suzaku no Miko, and therefore I have a duty to the country and it's people. Tamahome's family needs me right now, and so I'm going to give my aide to them!"

Nuriko placed a restraining hand on Hotohori's shoulder. "Don't worry, she'll be alright. If you want, I can go with her to help out. No one'll mess with her if I'M around!"

No one had much to say to that.

"'So Suzaku no Miko journeyed with the other four and managed to intercept Tamahome on the road, coaxing him to calm down enough to listen to reason. After devising a plan, they arrived in the village by way of Chichiri's magic.'"

Nuriko looked around the smoky alley, making sure the coast was clear. He then motioned for them to continue, and then slowly made their way to Tamahome's family's house.

At first when they knocked on the door, there was no answer, causing their hearts to beat faster in anxiety. But upon the second knock, and Tamahome calling out softly for them to open it, a tousled head appeared as the door cracked open, and they were instantly ushered in with warm greetings.

Tamahome's father was able to sit up enough to warmly greet them, but Yui forced him to lie down again. The children clung to Tamahome, crying in tear stained voices that they had been frightened.

Genrou and Kouji had been keeping a lookout from the window, and suddenly hissed in low voices, "They're coming!"

Yui and Nuriko herded the children into the rear room, and then Nuriko carefully moved Tamahome's father there as well.

Genrou, Kouji, Tamahome, and Chichiri all were crouched by the door.

"How many of them no da?"

"Uhh, bout 50 or so."

"Too many for us!"

"Shit! If only I had that halisen! These fucking paper wolves don't last too long against that group!"

Chichiri frowned slightly. "Paper wolves no da?"

Kouji stared at Genrou. "Yeah, what paper wolves? I don't remember you having any 'paper wolves' before Gen-chan."

Genrou dug some strips of paper out of his pocked and held them up. "These are magical items that a Taoist gave to me on my journey. An incantation will turn them into anything you have written on the paper. It's sorcery."

Chichiri seemed to dwell on that for a minute. "Sorcery no da? Hmm...may I see them no da?"

Genrou stared at the mage in surprise, then shrugged and handed them over to him.

Chichiri concentrated on the paper for a little bit, then suddenly they began to glow red.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Genrou tried to snatch them back, but Kouji stopped him with a warning look.

Chichiri finished muttering a spell, then handed the paper back to him. "Now they will be a little more efficient no da."

Genrou stared at him suspiciously, but then turned his attention back to the streets.

Tamahome scowled deeply. "Let's go and take them out now!"

"Patience, Tamahome-kun. We don't want to get ourselves killed no da."

Slowly, the Seishi crept out, deciding an ambush from behind with a distraction up front worked the best. Chichiri separated from the others while they crept into position. When all was ready, the mage stepped into the street boldly.

Seeing the monk there, the group of bandits and soldiers began heading towards him.

"Well lookie here. We got ourselves another victim!" A bandit said, brandishing a knife wickedly.

"Heh, whatcha doing out here all by yourself, monk? You look a little lost, maybe we can help you out!"

"For a charge of course!"

"Those beads look nice."

"I'd get a good price on that staff of yours."

Chichiri said nothing, waiting for them to close in. He was about to make his move when suddenly a voice snapped sharply from the other side of the street.

"HOLD IT!"

The other three blinked in surprise, seeing the look of astonishment on Chichiri's face, as he turned his head towards the speaker.

The gang had halted, and one of the soldiers spoke up. "Boss? What's wrong?"

Walking towards the mage, a look of bewilderment on his face, was a commander for the Kutou forces. As he neared the mage, he paused. "Chichiri? Is it you?"

Tamahome, Genrou, and Kouji were astonished when Chichiri replied, "Shiusei...I didn't think you would be here no da..."

ChichiriDA's note: I would like to take the time to thank Kai-Ling, Yui-chan and WMC for their contributions (like it or not) by supplying the info for Shiusei and Kouran taken from the Chichiri novel by Watase Yuu.