Weeping Orchids
A Fushigi Yugi Epic...
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Fushigi Yugi, wish I did, but hey what are you gonna do right?
Date: December 7, 2003
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Chapter 2: A loss for everyone...
I can't help but look away as the flame is so bright. A feast for the eyes, a feast of gold and amber and red. Enchanted by the
flames atop this man's head, I look again and keep my stare upon him. He turns his head and I am caught. He has noticed me staring
intently at him and gives an absurd look. I feel my cheeks flare up and I am certain they are as red as Suzaku's feathers. He notices
my "rosy" problem and a smirk arises on his face. I huff at him and turn around pretending to admire a silken aqua dress.
A few minutes into my charade, when I am sure it's safe to turn around, I return to my old stance only to find him gone. Damn,
I lost him. Where did he go? I want to find my flaming man. It's funny how I do not know this man but yet I still claim him as my own. Like
I could ever have something to claim, especially something as beautiful as that. I want to find him but I have not a clue where I should start.
I make my way around the vending stands and ignore the calls of the merchants, begging me to buy their wares. Do they not
know I have not one coin to spend? They have not a clue yet they just assume I have money and expect me to pay for something. I am just
a poor farmer's daughter searching for a man with fiery hair. I keep looking, but to no avail. He is nowhere to be seen. I only saw him for a
moment now he's gone. My eyes search frantically for even just a fragment of flaming hair. Suddenly my eyes stop and I catch a glimmer of
amber and gold. I turn my head and there he is. I can see the back of him, he is closing in on a tavern. A tavern? I didn't think him one to
enjoy a glass of sake or the beckoning of a harlot. I want to follow him but as soon as one foot goes forward I hear my name being called.
"Maiko! Maiko? Maiko where are you?" It is Shuin, a young boy from my village. I turn my head to see him looking everywhere in a slight
frenzy.
"Maiko?" He tugs on my worn out skirt and I look down without hesitation. "Yes? What's wrong Shuin? Has something happened
in the village?" He nods his head sadly. "It's Benjiro." Shuin replied. "Father?! What's happened?!" I interrupt him in a panic. " Something's
wrong, I was playing in the village while he was out working and all of sudden he just collapsed." My eyes widen with fear. "Come Benjiro.
We have to hurry back to the village." I can already feel a slight lump in my throat and I know something is wrong. I do not know why
I didn't sense this earlier.
Our feet scurry through the stands, trying to manuever ourselves through the crowds. My foot takes a wrong step causing me to trip
and fall, knocking over a stand of jewlery. Shuin tries to help me up, but he is too small and not strong enough to lift me to my feet. I can feel a
bump in my ankle and I know something's wrong. The pain starts to sink in and it worsens the feeling in my ankle. Shuin touches the bump to
find out what is wrong and a sharp pain shoots up my entire leg causing me to cry out in pain. It feels as if I am being stabbed a thousand times
by a sharp gleaming knife. Blood begins to form underneath the skin and it turns a crimson color. "Come on Maiko we have to hurry!" Shuin tugs
at my hand but I know this is it, my father is probably going to die and I cannot be there to give him a farewell. There is no way of me getting
there.
Shuin however is not giving up hope and he continues to try and lift me up. "It's no use Shuin. There is no way I can get there without
some tending to the injury I have." He frowns but his will is strong, "Just push yourself up and don't think about the pain! You don't want your
father to die do you?!" "Shuin..." I am shocked at his bravery and truthfulness, he is only 10 years old but already knows so much. Being poor
will do that to you, it teaches you to grow up faster. He's right, I won't give up. I place my hand on a nearby stand and hoist myself up putting all
of my weight on one foot. I have to get there, I can't let my father go without seeing him one last time.
We continue to hurry to the path where I took my walk earlier. Indescribable pain throbbing from my ankle. My breathing increases,
and I have to pause for a minute, letting the awful pain get the best of me. I can't go on much longer, but I just know something is horribly wrong.
I nod my head and we keep going, our footsteps creating a dustcloud behind us. "Come on Maiko!" Shuin keeps tugging and pulling. We turn
the corner and I can see the village. The small houses with falling shackles, open air windows, and the rolling hills of farmland. I sigh, telling
myself we're almost there. I can no longer feel my foot, as the numbness in it has caused it to turn violet. I can see the whole village crowded in
my home, and it seems like I will never reach it even if I am only a couple steps away.
Shuin runs toward his mother, and I take off to my house. I push through the villagers, and find my father on his bed. He is
breathing hard and his skin is a ghostly pale. "Father?" I can already feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I turn to see the whole village
saddened by this event. "It's okay" My father says, in a slight whisper. "I want you to take care of yourself, and the farmland." He continues
his breathing becoming harsher. I take his hand in mine, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks, "Please, father. Don't go, please, don't
leave me all alone. Mother's already gone and I just couldn't take it if you left me too." I have to speak between sobs. He shakes his head,
"It's okay, I'll be with Mother in the heavens, you just take care of yourself." I silently nod, tears still soaking my skin. "Farewell father..." His
spirit has left the earth, searching for my mother in the heavens, joining the four gods in the sky.
A white cloth is placed over my father's face and I continue to cry. Now, I am all alone in the world. No one to love me, no one to
take care of me, no one. Everyone has left me. Now everything is up to me. I have to stay here. Alone in this shack, alone. The pain in my
foot is gone and the only pain I feel is in my heart. All of the villagers leave my home and I am once again alone. We will bury my father tomorrow.
Then I will have no one. I will continue to live and take care of myself, today, tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. I just don't
understand why there were never any symptoms of a sickness or a fatal disease, there wasn't anything.
Darkness sinks into the night sky, and my solitude is no longer comforting. The crickets chirp a saddened song while I sit alone,
my thoughts flying into my mind at an amazing speed. What do I do now? What can I do? Is there anywhere else to go? Will I have to work
long and hard hours in the fields? I want to see the young man with the flaming hair, dangerous yet soothing colors would be the only thing
to comfort my shaken spirit at the moment. My ankle is still in immense pain, the numbness comes and goes but pain is still evermost present.
I glance down at my swollen ankle and sigh, flinching as I try to move it around, but to no avail. Enormous, painful streaks run throughout my leg,
if I move it. A long line of blood traces the bone of my ankle, the transparent skin clear enough to see the ripened bruise underneath it.
What will happen to me? Will I die a lonely woman? Will I die a poor woman? Will I die a lonely, poor woman? The future remains
unclear and unseen. My future remains unseen and unclear. The stench of a deteriorating corpse is in the air, and I know it is my father's
dying flesh; yet there are no wounds or scars upon him. Weariness and sleep is gaining on me, tempting me to fall into the bliss of silent
dreams and peacefulness. My eyelids grow heavier by the minute and my head droops with tire. I am tired. So tired and sleepy, I must rest.
I will allow the night to take me captive and set me on a pilgrimage to find the sun.
I huddle into a hay-filled corner and close my eyes, resting until morning; when I will begin farming at Sunrise...
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End of Chapter 2
A/N: Hey everybody! How is it so far! Keep sending reviews! They really help! I am trying to work on lessening the fragments, and working on
originality. I know the plot is one that has been heard before, but this is my version of a story such as that! I hope you all are enjoying it so far!
Keep reviewing! As you read in this chapter, I did put in a sliver of mentioning a tavern with harlots and such, but that's all. I just wanted to add
a little something in there about harlots (whores) whatever you prefer to call them. That's probably all you'll see about them though. Maybe a little
sliver here and there but not much else. Oh, and was this chapter a little longer? I'm trying to work on making the chapters longer! Thanks and
don't forget to review!!!!
Maiko misses the flaming haired young man, will she ever see him again? Will she live her life alone forever? Is this how it ends?(of course
not!) Find out in Chapter 3 of Weeping Orchids!!!
Nuriko no da! ^__~.
A Fushigi Yugi Epic...
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Fushigi Yugi, wish I did, but hey what are you gonna do right?
Date: December 7, 2003
************************************************
Chapter 2: A loss for everyone...
I can't help but look away as the flame is so bright. A feast for the eyes, a feast of gold and amber and red. Enchanted by the
flames atop this man's head, I look again and keep my stare upon him. He turns his head and I am caught. He has noticed me staring
intently at him and gives an absurd look. I feel my cheeks flare up and I am certain they are as red as Suzaku's feathers. He notices
my "rosy" problem and a smirk arises on his face. I huff at him and turn around pretending to admire a silken aqua dress.
A few minutes into my charade, when I am sure it's safe to turn around, I return to my old stance only to find him gone. Damn,
I lost him. Where did he go? I want to find my flaming man. It's funny how I do not know this man but yet I still claim him as my own. Like
I could ever have something to claim, especially something as beautiful as that. I want to find him but I have not a clue where I should start.
I make my way around the vending stands and ignore the calls of the merchants, begging me to buy their wares. Do they not
know I have not one coin to spend? They have not a clue yet they just assume I have money and expect me to pay for something. I am just
a poor farmer's daughter searching for a man with fiery hair. I keep looking, but to no avail. He is nowhere to be seen. I only saw him for a
moment now he's gone. My eyes search frantically for even just a fragment of flaming hair. Suddenly my eyes stop and I catch a glimmer of
amber and gold. I turn my head and there he is. I can see the back of him, he is closing in on a tavern. A tavern? I didn't think him one to
enjoy a glass of sake or the beckoning of a harlot. I want to follow him but as soon as one foot goes forward I hear my name being called.
"Maiko! Maiko? Maiko where are you?" It is Shuin, a young boy from my village. I turn my head to see him looking everywhere in a slight
frenzy.
"Maiko?" He tugs on my worn out skirt and I look down without hesitation. "Yes? What's wrong Shuin? Has something happened
in the village?" He nods his head sadly. "It's Benjiro." Shuin replied. "Father?! What's happened?!" I interrupt him in a panic. " Something's
wrong, I was playing in the village while he was out working and all of sudden he just collapsed." My eyes widen with fear. "Come Benjiro.
We have to hurry back to the village." I can already feel a slight lump in my throat and I know something is wrong. I do not know why
I didn't sense this earlier.
Our feet scurry through the stands, trying to manuever ourselves through the crowds. My foot takes a wrong step causing me to trip
and fall, knocking over a stand of jewlery. Shuin tries to help me up, but he is too small and not strong enough to lift me to my feet. I can feel a
bump in my ankle and I know something's wrong. The pain starts to sink in and it worsens the feeling in my ankle. Shuin touches the bump to
find out what is wrong and a sharp pain shoots up my entire leg causing me to cry out in pain. It feels as if I am being stabbed a thousand times
by a sharp gleaming knife. Blood begins to form underneath the skin and it turns a crimson color. "Come on Maiko we have to hurry!" Shuin tugs
at my hand but I know this is it, my father is probably going to die and I cannot be there to give him a farewell. There is no way of me getting
there.
Shuin however is not giving up hope and he continues to try and lift me up. "It's no use Shuin. There is no way I can get there without
some tending to the injury I have." He frowns but his will is strong, "Just push yourself up and don't think about the pain! You don't want your
father to die do you?!" "Shuin..." I am shocked at his bravery and truthfulness, he is only 10 years old but already knows so much. Being poor
will do that to you, it teaches you to grow up faster. He's right, I won't give up. I place my hand on a nearby stand and hoist myself up putting all
of my weight on one foot. I have to get there, I can't let my father go without seeing him one last time.
We continue to hurry to the path where I took my walk earlier. Indescribable pain throbbing from my ankle. My breathing increases,
and I have to pause for a minute, letting the awful pain get the best of me. I can't go on much longer, but I just know something is horribly wrong.
I nod my head and we keep going, our footsteps creating a dustcloud behind us. "Come on Maiko!" Shuin keeps tugging and pulling. We turn
the corner and I can see the village. The small houses with falling shackles, open air windows, and the rolling hills of farmland. I sigh, telling
myself we're almost there. I can no longer feel my foot, as the numbness in it has caused it to turn violet. I can see the whole village crowded in
my home, and it seems like I will never reach it even if I am only a couple steps away.
Shuin runs toward his mother, and I take off to my house. I push through the villagers, and find my father on his bed. He is
breathing hard and his skin is a ghostly pale. "Father?" I can already feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I turn to see the whole village
saddened by this event. "It's okay" My father says, in a slight whisper. "I want you to take care of yourself, and the farmland." He continues
his breathing becoming harsher. I take his hand in mine, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks, "Please, father. Don't go, please, don't
leave me all alone. Mother's already gone and I just couldn't take it if you left me too." I have to speak between sobs. He shakes his head,
"It's okay, I'll be with Mother in the heavens, you just take care of yourself." I silently nod, tears still soaking my skin. "Farewell father..." His
spirit has left the earth, searching for my mother in the heavens, joining the four gods in the sky.
A white cloth is placed over my father's face and I continue to cry. Now, I am all alone in the world. No one to love me, no one to
take care of me, no one. Everyone has left me. Now everything is up to me. I have to stay here. Alone in this shack, alone. The pain in my
foot is gone and the only pain I feel is in my heart. All of the villagers leave my home and I am once again alone. We will bury my father tomorrow.
Then I will have no one. I will continue to live and take care of myself, today, tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. I just don't
understand why there were never any symptoms of a sickness or a fatal disease, there wasn't anything.
Darkness sinks into the night sky, and my solitude is no longer comforting. The crickets chirp a saddened song while I sit alone,
my thoughts flying into my mind at an amazing speed. What do I do now? What can I do? Is there anywhere else to go? Will I have to work
long and hard hours in the fields? I want to see the young man with the flaming hair, dangerous yet soothing colors would be the only thing
to comfort my shaken spirit at the moment. My ankle is still in immense pain, the numbness comes and goes but pain is still evermost present.
I glance down at my swollen ankle and sigh, flinching as I try to move it around, but to no avail. Enormous, painful streaks run throughout my leg,
if I move it. A long line of blood traces the bone of my ankle, the transparent skin clear enough to see the ripened bruise underneath it.
What will happen to me? Will I die a lonely woman? Will I die a poor woman? Will I die a lonely, poor woman? The future remains
unclear and unseen. My future remains unseen and unclear. The stench of a deteriorating corpse is in the air, and I know it is my father's
dying flesh; yet there are no wounds or scars upon him. Weariness and sleep is gaining on me, tempting me to fall into the bliss of silent
dreams and peacefulness. My eyelids grow heavier by the minute and my head droops with tire. I am tired. So tired and sleepy, I must rest.
I will allow the night to take me captive and set me on a pilgrimage to find the sun.
I huddle into a hay-filled corner and close my eyes, resting until morning; when I will begin farming at Sunrise...
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End of Chapter 2
A/N: Hey everybody! How is it so far! Keep sending reviews! They really help! I am trying to work on lessening the fragments, and working on
originality. I know the plot is one that has been heard before, but this is my version of a story such as that! I hope you all are enjoying it so far!
Keep reviewing! As you read in this chapter, I did put in a sliver of mentioning a tavern with harlots and such, but that's all. I just wanted to add
a little something in there about harlots (whores) whatever you prefer to call them. That's probably all you'll see about them though. Maybe a little
sliver here and there but not much else. Oh, and was this chapter a little longer? I'm trying to work on making the chapters longer! Thanks and
don't forget to review!!!!
Maiko misses the flaming haired young man, will she ever see him again? Will she live her life alone forever? Is this how it ends?(of course
not!) Find out in Chapter 3 of Weeping Orchids!!!
Nuriko no da! ^__~.