Reincarnation
by: oronoda
Chapter 10: Two Miracles
*Copyright: I don't own anything. I am not worthy ;_;.
*Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! They been generally gud! And writing last chapter I got this weird vision of Chiriko, in his normal body driving a car! hehe! They would have to put cinder blocks between the pedals and his feet! And I can see Chichiri in the front seat panicking "DAAAAAAAAA!" and Tasuki in the back saying, "This isn't hard! Let me drive!" and Chiriko saying, "Stop! I am nervous enough! And you can't drive from the back seat its illegal!" Then all of a sudden, "My symbol disappeared! I can't do it!" The car swerves. Chichiri attempts to control it and Tasuki making it more difficult, climbs into the front seat trying to stop it. Chiriko is crying and gets cramped between the pedals making it go faster, Tasuki trying to steer. Chichiri finally gives up and cries, "ABANDON CAR! DAAAA!" and jumps out on his kesa. But no when Chiriko drived he was using his Brian memory to drive. Anyway...moment of insanity gone....On with the story....
Carmella whiped a tear away as she spoke on the phone with Greg. He was basically breaking up with her. She tried to pretend that it wasn't that rough. But it hurt. Especially when one of the reasons had to do with the election and the other had to do with Saihitei.
They were talking about the election and Carmella told him that she would end up voting for Saihitei, after Greg pressed her and pressed her. He told her that she should vote for him because he was her boyfriend. Carmella told the truth. She told him, "I think Saihitei would be a better leader. I mean you get a power trip when playing monoply." She meant for it to be a joke. However, Greg took it the wrong way.
"I can't believe you!" he said. "Why don't you just go out with Saihitei, that Jap."
"Don't use racial slurs with me," Carmella told him harshly. She was used to it being of Hispanic heritage.
"So you like him more than me?" he continued. "Were you trying to use me to make him jealous? You know the two of you would be some strange couple..."
Carmella gritted her teeth and clutched onto the phone so wanting to throw it across the room. The phone would only be a small replacement for Greg, "How dare you speak of Sai in that way? He is a great friend! I am ashamed that you think love should 'look good'. Love knows no looks! I can't believe I thought I was in love with you!" Not being able to take it anymore, she hung up. The phone rang again and she ripped the phone cord out of the wall rather angry. Greg had never spoken to her like that. Never. But now she knew, she was not in love with Greg.
To, take her mind off the fight, she took out her fashion design notebook. It was a hobby of hers. She enjoyed fashion and really wanted to be a fashion designer. Her designs sort of looked like that of China with a modern flare to them. Her signature on her clothing was two kanji symbols she liked to see together. That was of Willow or "Yanagi" and Star or "Sei." She outlined these kanjis on the notebook furiously. After a bit, feeling a little exhausted, she decided to bunk in early. She looked over at her poster of Triple H, then went quickly to sleep.
She had a dream of romantic torment. This dream was not unfamiliar. She always had this dream in which she was a man who was living the life out as a woman, his sister no less. She was in love with the emperor who's name was Saihitei. Waking, she always thought it was symbolic of her relationship with Saihitei. She greatly respected him but thought he was untouchable. She would have amazing strength, stronger than the strongest man. Sometimes in her dream she would have extreme jealousy at a girl who was always with the emperor who was dressed in modern day clothes. Sometimes, Carmella would start to act like a man and he would be in love with this girl. The girl Miaka who was taken. However, this time when she dreamed this time, it was much more intense. Maybe it was because this life of romantic tragedy was similar to her current situation.
In a weird sequence of events, slowly from a deep sleep to a waking state, Carmella realized she was surrounded by shaking, then she felt pinned down. Naturally she tried to push off what was on top of her. It was heavy at first, then it got lighter and lighter. Something on her breast burned the harder she pushed. Soon she realized she was fully awake in her room, the ceiling had fallen, but now it was over her head, she was holding it. Slightly bewildered, she moved out toward the street away from now the pile of rubble that was her home. When she did, she dropped the former ceiling to her room on the ground. Her mother and father amazed, ran to embrace her. Her mom had tears in her eyes.
"Mi hija!" her father, so glad that he slipped into his native language.
"I don't know how you slept through that earthquake!" her mother exclaimed. "Thank God! He must have given you the power to move the whole house!" She blubbered on about religious dogma on how Carmella was the tool of the miracle. Her father was still crying muttering in Spanish, "Gracias a Dios! Muchos Gracias, muchos!" The whole neighborhood looked awful. Lots of buildings had collapsed.
Still feeling like she was asleep, Carmella simply said, "It was Suzaku..."
"What are you talking about, Carmella?" her mother said.
I am Ryuen, she thought. Also known as Nuriko. She suddenly remembered she WAS Nuriko. A whole new group of memories made it into her mind. She was snapped back to the present when she heard the cries of her neighbor Patrick.
"My mom! My dad! They are trapped underneathe!" he was kneeling toward the rubble that he appearently escaped from. The labrador was sniffing at the rubble attempting to dig. Nuriko smiled and said, "One moment." She picked up pieces of the rubble like they were made out of paper. She then tossed it to the side on the street. She figured no one would be out in a car now. The people around, including her parents who had accepted the theory that Carmella was being used as an instrament of God. The other people around gathered around to watch. Patrick found his mom alright. She was badly hurt, but she was still breathing. Patrick knew not to touch her until the ambulence arrived. However, his father was less fortunate.
"I can't feel a pulse," Nuriko replied solemnly. Patrick, rather upset, pushed Nuriko out of the way and tried for himself. He felt a slight pulse. Still very stressed he said, "He's still alive but we need to get him to a hospital now!"
Nuriko looked on, "That probably won't happen. Lots of people are probably injured."
Patrick tried looking for anything to bandage the wounds as carefully as he could. But there was no use. Patrick was about to give up. However, his palm began to burn a red kanji. The kanji for "sadness". The glow surrounded his father's body. Soon all his wounds were gone and he sat up as if nothing had happened.
"What happened?" Patrick's dad replied.
Patrick looked at his palm. The red kanji slowly disappeared. As it disappeared, a whole set of memories reappeared. He was Myojuan or better known as Mitsukake. He just used his power to save his father's life.
Patrick hugged his father saying, "A miracle. Two that is. Two miracles. Thanks, Nuriko."
Nuriko smiled, "No problem."
Suddenly, it began to hail. The hail were as big as cats. Maybe even bigger. People tried to hide for cover, any cover. Than just as fast as it started, it began to snow in place of it.
Something very strange is going on, Nuriko thought.
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by: oronoda
Chapter 10: Two Miracles
*Copyright: I don't own anything. I am not worthy ;_;.
*Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! They been generally gud! And writing last chapter I got this weird vision of Chiriko, in his normal body driving a car! hehe! They would have to put cinder blocks between the pedals and his feet! And I can see Chichiri in the front seat panicking "DAAAAAAAAA!" and Tasuki in the back saying, "This isn't hard! Let me drive!" and Chiriko saying, "Stop! I am nervous enough! And you can't drive from the back seat its illegal!" Then all of a sudden, "My symbol disappeared! I can't do it!" The car swerves. Chichiri attempts to control it and Tasuki making it more difficult, climbs into the front seat trying to stop it. Chiriko is crying and gets cramped between the pedals making it go faster, Tasuki trying to steer. Chichiri finally gives up and cries, "ABANDON CAR! DAAAA!" and jumps out on his kesa. But no when Chiriko drived he was using his Brian memory to drive. Anyway...moment of insanity gone....On with the story....
Carmella whiped a tear away as she spoke on the phone with Greg. He was basically breaking up with her. She tried to pretend that it wasn't that rough. But it hurt. Especially when one of the reasons had to do with the election and the other had to do with Saihitei.
They were talking about the election and Carmella told him that she would end up voting for Saihitei, after Greg pressed her and pressed her. He told her that she should vote for him because he was her boyfriend. Carmella told the truth. She told him, "I think Saihitei would be a better leader. I mean you get a power trip when playing monoply." She meant for it to be a joke. However, Greg took it the wrong way.
"I can't believe you!" he said. "Why don't you just go out with Saihitei, that Jap."
"Don't use racial slurs with me," Carmella told him harshly. She was used to it being of Hispanic heritage.
"So you like him more than me?" he continued. "Were you trying to use me to make him jealous? You know the two of you would be some strange couple..."
Carmella gritted her teeth and clutched onto the phone so wanting to throw it across the room. The phone would only be a small replacement for Greg, "How dare you speak of Sai in that way? He is a great friend! I am ashamed that you think love should 'look good'. Love knows no looks! I can't believe I thought I was in love with you!" Not being able to take it anymore, she hung up. The phone rang again and she ripped the phone cord out of the wall rather angry. Greg had never spoken to her like that. Never. But now she knew, she was not in love with Greg.
To, take her mind off the fight, she took out her fashion design notebook. It was a hobby of hers. She enjoyed fashion and really wanted to be a fashion designer. Her designs sort of looked like that of China with a modern flare to them. Her signature on her clothing was two kanji symbols she liked to see together. That was of Willow or "Yanagi" and Star or "Sei." She outlined these kanjis on the notebook furiously. After a bit, feeling a little exhausted, she decided to bunk in early. She looked over at her poster of Triple H, then went quickly to sleep.
She had a dream of romantic torment. This dream was not unfamiliar. She always had this dream in which she was a man who was living the life out as a woman, his sister no less. She was in love with the emperor who's name was Saihitei. Waking, she always thought it was symbolic of her relationship with Saihitei. She greatly respected him but thought he was untouchable. She would have amazing strength, stronger than the strongest man. Sometimes in her dream she would have extreme jealousy at a girl who was always with the emperor who was dressed in modern day clothes. Sometimes, Carmella would start to act like a man and he would be in love with this girl. The girl Miaka who was taken. However, this time when she dreamed this time, it was much more intense. Maybe it was because this life of romantic tragedy was similar to her current situation.
In a weird sequence of events, slowly from a deep sleep to a waking state, Carmella realized she was surrounded by shaking, then she felt pinned down. Naturally she tried to push off what was on top of her. It was heavy at first, then it got lighter and lighter. Something on her breast burned the harder she pushed. Soon she realized she was fully awake in her room, the ceiling had fallen, but now it was over her head, she was holding it. Slightly bewildered, she moved out toward the street away from now the pile of rubble that was her home. When she did, she dropped the former ceiling to her room on the ground. Her mother and father amazed, ran to embrace her. Her mom had tears in her eyes.
"Mi hija!" her father, so glad that he slipped into his native language.
"I don't know how you slept through that earthquake!" her mother exclaimed. "Thank God! He must have given you the power to move the whole house!" She blubbered on about religious dogma on how Carmella was the tool of the miracle. Her father was still crying muttering in Spanish, "Gracias a Dios! Muchos Gracias, muchos!" The whole neighborhood looked awful. Lots of buildings had collapsed.
Still feeling like she was asleep, Carmella simply said, "It was Suzaku..."
"What are you talking about, Carmella?" her mother said.
I am Ryuen, she thought. Also known as Nuriko. She suddenly remembered she WAS Nuriko. A whole new group of memories made it into her mind. She was snapped back to the present when she heard the cries of her neighbor Patrick.
"My mom! My dad! They are trapped underneathe!" he was kneeling toward the rubble that he appearently escaped from. The labrador was sniffing at the rubble attempting to dig. Nuriko smiled and said, "One moment." She picked up pieces of the rubble like they were made out of paper. She then tossed it to the side on the street. She figured no one would be out in a car now. The people around, including her parents who had accepted the theory that Carmella was being used as an instrament of God. The other people around gathered around to watch. Patrick found his mom alright. She was badly hurt, but she was still breathing. Patrick knew not to touch her until the ambulence arrived. However, his father was less fortunate.
"I can't feel a pulse," Nuriko replied solemnly. Patrick, rather upset, pushed Nuriko out of the way and tried for himself. He felt a slight pulse. Still very stressed he said, "He's still alive but we need to get him to a hospital now!"
Nuriko looked on, "That probably won't happen. Lots of people are probably injured."
Patrick tried looking for anything to bandage the wounds as carefully as he could. But there was no use. Patrick was about to give up. However, his palm began to burn a red kanji. The kanji for "sadness". The glow surrounded his father's body. Soon all his wounds were gone and he sat up as if nothing had happened.
"What happened?" Patrick's dad replied.
Patrick looked at his palm. The red kanji slowly disappeared. As it disappeared, a whole set of memories reappeared. He was Myojuan or better known as Mitsukake. He just used his power to save his father's life.
Patrick hugged his father saying, "A miracle. Two that is. Two miracles. Thanks, Nuriko."
Nuriko smiled, "No problem."
Suddenly, it began to hail. The hail were as big as cats. Maybe even bigger. People tried to hide for cover, any cover. Than just as fast as it started, it began to snow in place of it.
Something very strange is going on, Nuriko thought.
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