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~Clash of Past and Future~

Written by me...Jewel/Emeraude!

Disclaimers: I do not own Fushigi Yugi. I just adore it...except some...parts and mushy stuff. Please read and review ^_~ I changed a lot on this first chapter.

"Boushin, my son…" a voice called to the young man. "Boushin…"

"Who's there? Show yourself," Boushin yelled back, "Answer me, I command you!" But the voice did not answer him…

Boushin was breathing deeply in and out now. It was only a dream but who was that man in his dream? He had called him his son. He had a soft gentle voice but only his shadow could be seen. A shadow, tall and proud, with long hair. Boushin couldn't really see the gentleman's face. All he saw was the shadow.

"Is it possible that person was my father?" the young emperor asked himself out loud. Could his father, Hotohori, have sent him a dream?

All eighteen years of his life, Boushin has been fatherless. Many said the great emperor Hotohori died bravely in the war with Kutou nineteen years ago but…it was not fair. Here he was, fatherless, lonely as if he lives in a dark corner and yet…he controls this nation, Konan, and governed it's people, living a life filled with responsibility. Boushin's mother, Houki, has always been there for him, but it wasn't enough. He needed a father…someone to do special things with. Special things that his subjects could not do.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Through his door, he saw shadows kneeling down. "Excuse us, your highness," one of his wise subjects said, "we're very sorry to bother your sleep but we have come to inform you that we have chosen the women for your heirloom."

"Very well," Boushin replied, "I will not be seeing them anytime soon."

"But shire!" His subjects protested. "You are at the age where you need to choose an appropriate wife. The Kingdom needs an heir…"

"Silence!" Boushin exclaimed as emotion filled his voice. "I do not wish to get married nor have anything to do with those women you have collected like prizes."

His subjects bowed down. "We're…extremely sorry, your grace. We know that…you have certain…feelings about families and marriage…especially since your father—"

"Enough!" The young emperor shouted as his heart turned cold. He turned around, not facing the door. "I wish to hear no more about this, do you hear?"

"Yes, your majesty," his subjects said, their voices filled with guilt.

"You may go now," Boushin ordered them. With that, his subjects left.

Father, he thought, why did you leave me here in this place of loneliness? Where are you now?

He walked out his royal room and went to the Shrine of Suzaku…the one place he never enters. He cautiously reached for the knob of the door hesitantly. Suddenly, a sound of metal was heard behind him and he quickly spun around. The young emperor gasped as he saw his father's holy sword on the floor. He carefully approached the sword, not knowing how it got there. He slowly reached out for it and as soon as it touched his hand, a blinding red light from out of nowhere appeared to swallowed the emperor. Boushin was now embraced by the warmth of its light, and the sound of a bird, flying through the summer sky…

Boushin opened his eyes, the confusion reflected from them. Where am I? This still feels and looks like Konan, but something's different…

He stood up from the ground and looked at the thin walls of an alley. He soon exited the alley, entering a marketplace. One would not suspect a marketplace from that alley he just exited. It was too quiet and yet, there were so many people. Boushin did not understand.

Suddenly, there was…a girl with brown hair tied neatly in two buns, walking pass him as stares of the people were attracted to her. She had strange garments that appear only on fairy tales…maybe not even there. She wore a skirt, but a strange one, not to mention its shortness in length. It reached up to her mid thighs. She wore a white piece of clothing beneath another brown one while near her neck, she wore a blue ribbon. She had a bent posture, showing her unhappiness, adding on to her face expression, which appeared to make her seem lost. This girl…she was like the brightest of colors inserted on paper ever so white.

"Excuse me," he asked a old man. "Can you tell me what this place is? And what's happening?"

"You must be a traveler or something," the man said. "Probably one of those visitors the emperor has escorting the women in his heirloom." The commoner paused. "Since you're new to Konan, I'd like to give you some advice. Be careful, there are many slave traders and thieves here."

"Did you say…Konan?" Boushin asked, confused and awed at once.

"Yes, Konan, the region of the South…oh, and that girl…" the commoner said pointing to the girl in foreign clothing, "is the one who will save us…the Priestess of Suzaku…"