Weeping Orchids
A Fushigi Yuugi Epic
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own crap. Well, save for Maiko and co.!
Date: November 11, 2003
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Chapter 1: A Thousand Years...
Suzhou, a small village in the city of Konan. A small and humble village, where nothing is taken for granted. There are
no mishaps, or mistakes, just rural plains and rolling hills. Rice paddies, and greenery. A down to earth soul with no judging.
Saikou, the village of my birth and life. Seventeen years in this place and still not one single change. I want everything to change.
Not just for myself, but for all the people who own these small dwellings. I want everyone to be happy.
The open air shifts into our home, sending a lukewarm breeze through the atmosphere. I do not shiver, nor do I sweat.
When will things change? Why doesn't anyone care? Can this be the life I own??? So many questions, and all the time in the world.
Just not enough answers.
I stare down at my calloused hands, I feel as though they are not mine. My long, auburn hair no longer soft and delicate, but scraggly
and rough. I want to be alive, and happy. I wish for cheerfulness and good times. I wish for love, and desire. I wish. Nothing can change
as of right now. Why bother? I stand up from the weak stool I had been sitting on. It's rocky movements annoy me, but right now I don't
really care.
I take a look outside at the sunny paths and enormous trees. When I step out the open door, a warm breeze greets me and I let out a sigh.
I walk out to the farmland where my father is diligently working. He rakes ands sows. He pauses for a moment, wiping the sweatbeads that
have formed on his forehead and then resumes his hard work. He stands raking the dirt, and I see how it has soiled his clothes, his trousers
are darkened in spots from mud and his shoes are caked with hardening muck. I recoil at the sight of this poor man's shoes. I then stare down
at my own and realize mine are similar looking to his. My feet can barely fit into these small shoes, this one size I've had since I was ten
years old.
Money is scarce. Then I think, when is our money not scarce? Two gold coins, or one. It's all so important. Sometimes I take walks
and visit the market. So many people who take things for granted. They think two coins can get them nothing and they want more.
Always wanting, what about needing? The people who need it are nothing like the kind of people who want it. My father and I,
we need it.
The world is so blind to the needy. They see us but don't stop to ask what went wrong? How it went wrong, or when? Nobody cares.
Why can't they see us? Right now, what matters most to me is my family, my work, and happiness. I glance up at the sky,
rainclouds still churn and linger above my head. It's gloominess mocking my exact feelings. I feel as though I have been betrayed by
the sky and stare down at the ground.
I look up once more into the fields that seem to go on forever. "I'm going for a short walk father, I'll be back soon!" I yell over to my
father still working under the hot sun. He looks up and nods for a slight second, then returns to his hard labor. I smile halfway, and
set foot. I pass through the trees, admiring the nature around me as if it were my first time seeing it. I can hear my shoes scuffling along
the dirt road, creating dust left in my trail. I look back at the foot prints my slippers have made, and stare ahead again. I become relaxed
by the chirping of the birds, and although they do not sing melodies, it still calms my spirit. I am alone on this trail, but my solitude comforts
me.
I see the city approaching. I take a deep breath and amble into the marketplace. 'Mommy! I want this one!!!" I can hear a little girl,
I glance over to see a young girl maybe about seven, pointing to a toy that she wants, excitement painted on her small features.
"Patience Xi Fang! I'm not sure if I have enough." Her mother says to her sternly. A half angry half sad look apears on the small girl's
face and she begins to whine. "But I want it now!" I notice how a sweet, little girl can suddenly turn into a whiny, spoiled child.
I take my eyes off the little girl and look around at all the different shops and what they have to offer. Blankets, dresses, jewelry, food,
knick-knacks, toys, clothes, dishes, everything and anything you can think of. I realize how much our family needs and how much of it we
don't have and it saddens me. I glance at all the different shops stopping to look at the food and simple necessities. I just ignore the calls
of the venders, trying to persuade me to buy their wares, do they not know I have no money?
I continue to look at the various necessities. I suddenly stop and look towards the right. A flame? No, it can't be, but it's so bright. Could it be
just a vibrant color of fabric? Yet it moves. It catches my eye and I cannot stop staring at the magnificent, blazing color. A bright red with hints
of gold and orange. A fiery color. One so vibrant and eye-catching, yet I am the only one so entranced by it. Is it just me? A person. It is a young
man. I cannot help but feel the urge to run my fingers through the wild flames of hair. However, I will not, for I feel as though if I were to touch his
hair, my hand would catch ablaze and burn me. A fiery passion burns inside me and I want to know him, feel him, touch him. I have no idea who
this person is but yet I feel as if I've known him for a thousand years...
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End of Chapter 1
So is it any good? If it is, I will continue! However if it isnt, I guess I'll just give it up right now. I would like you to read and review if
you can, it's the only feedback I can get and it tells me wether I should continue or not. Thankfully I have gotten some reviews! Keep
sending them! I'll know to go on if you review!
Will Maiko get to meet this mystery flame? If so, will she be repulsed or madly in love? Will it be a dream come true? Or a tragic nightmare?
A/N: I've been having MAJOR internet problems! So sorry for the extremely long delay! Blame Comcast!!! I'm going back to AOL anyway...
P.S. I would like to give credit to Aama for the ideas she has bestowed upon me. I know some of it sounds similar, but I just couldn't help
it! I am absolutely in love with her story! So if you're reading this Aama, then I apologize for the similarities if you think there are any, but
your story is so wonderful and you inspired me!
Thanks!
Nuriko no da ^__~.
A Fushigi Yuugi Epic
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own crap. Well, save for Maiko and co.!
Date: November 11, 2003
****************************************************************
Chapter 1: A Thousand Years...
Suzhou, a small village in the city of Konan. A small and humble village, where nothing is taken for granted. There are
no mishaps, or mistakes, just rural plains and rolling hills. Rice paddies, and greenery. A down to earth soul with no judging.
Saikou, the village of my birth and life. Seventeen years in this place and still not one single change. I want everything to change.
Not just for myself, but for all the people who own these small dwellings. I want everyone to be happy.
The open air shifts into our home, sending a lukewarm breeze through the atmosphere. I do not shiver, nor do I sweat.
When will things change? Why doesn't anyone care? Can this be the life I own??? So many questions, and all the time in the world.
Just not enough answers.
I stare down at my calloused hands, I feel as though they are not mine. My long, auburn hair no longer soft and delicate, but scraggly
and rough. I want to be alive, and happy. I wish for cheerfulness and good times. I wish for love, and desire. I wish. Nothing can change
as of right now. Why bother? I stand up from the weak stool I had been sitting on. It's rocky movements annoy me, but right now I don't
really care.
I take a look outside at the sunny paths and enormous trees. When I step out the open door, a warm breeze greets me and I let out a sigh.
I walk out to the farmland where my father is diligently working. He rakes ands sows. He pauses for a moment, wiping the sweatbeads that
have formed on his forehead and then resumes his hard work. He stands raking the dirt, and I see how it has soiled his clothes, his trousers
are darkened in spots from mud and his shoes are caked with hardening muck. I recoil at the sight of this poor man's shoes. I then stare down
at my own and realize mine are similar looking to his. My feet can barely fit into these small shoes, this one size I've had since I was ten
years old.
Money is scarce. Then I think, when is our money not scarce? Two gold coins, or one. It's all so important. Sometimes I take walks
and visit the market. So many people who take things for granted. They think two coins can get them nothing and they want more.
Always wanting, what about needing? The people who need it are nothing like the kind of people who want it. My father and I,
we need it.
The world is so blind to the needy. They see us but don't stop to ask what went wrong? How it went wrong, or when? Nobody cares.
Why can't they see us? Right now, what matters most to me is my family, my work, and happiness. I glance up at the sky,
rainclouds still churn and linger above my head. It's gloominess mocking my exact feelings. I feel as though I have been betrayed by
the sky and stare down at the ground.
I look up once more into the fields that seem to go on forever. "I'm going for a short walk father, I'll be back soon!" I yell over to my
father still working under the hot sun. He looks up and nods for a slight second, then returns to his hard labor. I smile halfway, and
set foot. I pass through the trees, admiring the nature around me as if it were my first time seeing it. I can hear my shoes scuffling along
the dirt road, creating dust left in my trail. I look back at the foot prints my slippers have made, and stare ahead again. I become relaxed
by the chirping of the birds, and although they do not sing melodies, it still calms my spirit. I am alone on this trail, but my solitude comforts
me.
I see the city approaching. I take a deep breath and amble into the marketplace. 'Mommy! I want this one!!!" I can hear a little girl,
I glance over to see a young girl maybe about seven, pointing to a toy that she wants, excitement painted on her small features.
"Patience Xi Fang! I'm not sure if I have enough." Her mother says to her sternly. A half angry half sad look apears on the small girl's
face and she begins to whine. "But I want it now!" I notice how a sweet, little girl can suddenly turn into a whiny, spoiled child.
I take my eyes off the little girl and look around at all the different shops and what they have to offer. Blankets, dresses, jewelry, food,
knick-knacks, toys, clothes, dishes, everything and anything you can think of. I realize how much our family needs and how much of it we
don't have and it saddens me. I glance at all the different shops stopping to look at the food and simple necessities. I just ignore the calls
of the venders, trying to persuade me to buy their wares, do they not know I have no money?
I continue to look at the various necessities. I suddenly stop and look towards the right. A flame? No, it can't be, but it's so bright. Could it be
just a vibrant color of fabric? Yet it moves. It catches my eye and I cannot stop staring at the magnificent, blazing color. A bright red with hints
of gold and orange. A fiery color. One so vibrant and eye-catching, yet I am the only one so entranced by it. Is it just me? A person. It is a young
man. I cannot help but feel the urge to run my fingers through the wild flames of hair. However, I will not, for I feel as though if I were to touch his
hair, my hand would catch ablaze and burn me. A fiery passion burns inside me and I want to know him, feel him, touch him. I have no idea who
this person is but yet I feel as if I've known him for a thousand years...
*************************************************************************************
End of Chapter 1
So is it any good? If it is, I will continue! However if it isnt, I guess I'll just give it up right now. I would like you to read and review if
you can, it's the only feedback I can get and it tells me wether I should continue or not. Thankfully I have gotten some reviews! Keep
sending them! I'll know to go on if you review!
Will Maiko get to meet this mystery flame? If so, will she be repulsed or madly in love? Will it be a dream come true? Or a tragic nightmare?
A/N: I've been having MAJOR internet problems! So sorry for the extremely long delay! Blame Comcast!!! I'm going back to AOL anyway...
P.S. I would like to give credit to Aama for the ideas she has bestowed upon me. I know some of it sounds similar, but I just couldn't help
it! I am absolutely in love with her story! So if you're reading this Aama, then I apologize for the similarities if you think there are any, but
your story is so wonderful and you inspired me!
Thanks!
Nuriko no da ^__~.