DISCLAIMER: Fushigi Yuugi belongs to Watase Yuu, Flower Comics, Shogakukan, Bandai, TV
Tokyo, Movic, Studio Pierrot, etc. U.S. rights are held by Viz Communications and Pioneer.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realized some people (I hope) might recognize this fic, but it just seems
a little different. Well, I started writing this around three years ago, and never finished
it. I've decided to try to do so, but before I can do that, I need to fix earlier chapters.
I hope the changes I've made are for the better. I hope everyone enjoys it!
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What's Hidden
Chapter Two -'Questions'
by Daeryn
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The pain slowly flowed out of it body and life seemed to pour back into his veins. Chichiri
lay on the cold floor silently, concentrating on breathing again. Slowly, he opened his eyes
again and the world came into focus. When he finally decided it was okay to try to move,
everything went smoothly. He pushed himself off the ground and onto his knees.
"Where am I?" he asked himself as he surveyed his surrounding. All around him were shelves
of books that seemed to run on forever. "This is not Taiitsukun's palace." Chichiri frowned
and decided to explore. He weaved slowly, for he was still fairly weak, around the huge
bookshelves. During his investigation Chichiri spotted a faintly red glowing book on the
shelf. He took it down, but before he could read even the cover his attention was diverted.
He saw another faint red glow out of the corner of his eye and went to inspect.
The light soon took on a solid form of a body. Tasuki lay on the ground, unconscious. His
normally tan skin was deathly pale and his ribcage hardly rose with each breath.
"Tasuki!" Chichiri exclaimed and dropped to the ground next to his friend. "Wake up, no da!"
Chichiri was at a loss. He had no idea how to care for his fallen comrade. "Tasuki,"
Chichiri repeated as he shook the bandit's shoulders. Tasuki groaned softly and Chichiri
could see his eyebrows knot up a little.
"I'm awake," Tasuki growled and shook off Chichiri's hands. The bandit rubbed his eyes and
finally opened them. He watched Chichiri warily, slowly blinked again, and sat up. "Man,
I feel like I have a hell of a hangover," Tasuki mumbled.
"Good, you are allright," Chichiri smiled.
"What the hell happened?" Tasuki asked.
"I don't know, no da," Chichiri responded.
"Well, where the hell are we?" Tasuki asked, more agitation apparent in his voice.
"I don't know, no da," Chichiri answered with a sigh.
"Okay, so how do you get BACK?!" Tasuki demanded.
"I don't KNOW!" Chichiri snapped. Both men clutched their heads in pain. Their bodies were
still weak and the sudden outbursts were not the best remedies.
"What's that book ya got there?" Tasuki asked, pointing to the volume in Chichiri's grasp.
"This?" Chichiri answered. "I'm really not sure. I found it over--"
"AHH!" Tasuki shouted and pointed past Chichiri. "It's glowin'!" The monk turned to see
another ball of faint red light, like what had appeared when Tasuki had shown up. And just
as with Tasuki, it formed into a human shape and dissipated. But this time Chichiri did not
recognize the human that appeared. "What the fuck!" Tasuki continued to shout. The form
scrambled to its feet at his voice and backed away from the two men.
It was a young woman, around 17, with unruly brown hair and rosy cheeks. She was overweight
and clad in very plain clothes: a mid length dark green kimono and loose black pants.
"Where am I?" She asked frantically, never taking her eyes off the men in front of her.
"That's something we are trying to figure out as well," Chichiri responded comfortingly as
he stood. He noticed the trails of dried tears that covered the girl's cheeks. "Are you
okay?"
"Hey, don't be scared," Tasuki stood as well. "We ain't gonna hurt ya." The girl continued
to eye them warily and backed up a bit.
"How did I get here then?" She asked, a little more strength in her voice.
"Dunno," Tasuki responded. The girl furrowed her eyebrows and looked around.
"This definitely isn't home," she mumbled and tucked some hair behind her ear.
"No kidding," Tasuki snickered. Chichiri turned to Tasuki.
"Something is really not right, no da." Chichiri whispered. "This may sound strange, but
before I appeared here, I could feel some sort of spell taking all of my magic and energy."
"Same with me! I could feel myself dying!" Tasuki exclaimed. "But...now I'm fine..."
Chichiri nodded in response.
"Maybe Taiitsukun knows something about this," Chichiri added. "In fact, maybe it was
Taiitsukun sent us here. She was with me when I got hit with the spell."
"Taiitsukun!" the girl shrieked. "As in, Taiitsukun the Creator?"
"Yeah, no da," Chichiri replied. Both men smiled as the girl shook her head in doubt.
Tasuki frowned and leaned closer to Chichiri, "What's with the girl, man? Why is she here?".
Chichiri shrugged in response.
*****
Miaka turned the page of the book and forced herself to keep reading. "S-C-H-O-O-L equals
I-M-P-O-R-T-A-N-T," she kept reminding herself as she read the hopelessly boring reference
book. At that point, she was hoping for any distraction. As if on cue, a small object
floated through the air and landed on the table in front of her.
A red feather.
Miaka head shot up and she frantically scanned the library from her seat for the large red
phoenix. No Suzaku in sight.
"Wait," Miaka said quietly when she saw a faint red light coming from a hallway. Miaka
stood, feather clenched in her right hand, and headed for that hallway. She walked it's
length and came upon a dead end. "The basement? This is new," Miaka giggled nervously.
She heard the sound of wings flapping coming from the other side of the door and opened it
without hesitation. "All right then," she consented as she
walked quickly down the stairs.
*****
There was a sound of a door opening and the room lightened a little. Kiore watched as the
two men listened intently to the footsteps that were coming towards them.
'What am I doing here?!' she asked herself. 'One second I'm at home. The next I'm in some
sort of library.' Kiore sighed and looked down at her feet. 'Maybe it's better that I'm
not at home. I'm not wanted there anyway. Besides, I'll only be in trouble once I get
there.' Kiore looked up from her feet to the two men next to her. 'They seem nice enough.
They haven't said one mean thing. And that red haired one is pretty cute.' Kiore blushed
at the thought that crossed her mind. She had no right thinking about boys in this situation
...or in any situation. It would only end in heartache.
The footsteps sounded more clear and soon a girl in strange clothing was standing across
from them. "Chichiri? Tasuki?" the girl asked in shock.
'Are those their names?' Kiore wondered.
"Miaka?" the two men replied in unison. Before anyone could react further, the book the
blue-haired man held began to glow. The red light engulfed Kiore and the two men. Within
seconds Miaka was alone in the library basement. She cautiously stepped closer to the large
book that had fallen to the ground when Chichiri disappeared. She carefully kneeled next
to it and gingerly touched the cover with her fingertips.
"What's going on?" Miaka asked the darkness.
~*~*~*~*~*~
to be continued...
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Tokyo, Movic, Studio Pierrot, etc. U.S. rights are held by Viz Communications and Pioneer.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realized some people (I hope) might recognize this fic, but it just seems
a little different. Well, I started writing this around three years ago, and never finished
it. I've decided to try to do so, but before I can do that, I need to fix earlier chapters.
I hope the changes I've made are for the better. I hope everyone enjoys it!
~*~*~*~*~*~
What's Hidden
Chapter Two -'Questions'
by Daeryn
~*~*~*~*~*~
The pain slowly flowed out of it body and life seemed to pour back into his veins. Chichiri
lay on the cold floor silently, concentrating on breathing again. Slowly, he opened his eyes
again and the world came into focus. When he finally decided it was okay to try to move,
everything went smoothly. He pushed himself off the ground and onto his knees.
"Where am I?" he asked himself as he surveyed his surrounding. All around him were shelves
of books that seemed to run on forever. "This is not Taiitsukun's palace." Chichiri frowned
and decided to explore. He weaved slowly, for he was still fairly weak, around the huge
bookshelves. During his investigation Chichiri spotted a faintly red glowing book on the
shelf. He took it down, but before he could read even the cover his attention was diverted.
He saw another faint red glow out of the corner of his eye and went to inspect.
The light soon took on a solid form of a body. Tasuki lay on the ground, unconscious. His
normally tan skin was deathly pale and his ribcage hardly rose with each breath.
"Tasuki!" Chichiri exclaimed and dropped to the ground next to his friend. "Wake up, no da!"
Chichiri was at a loss. He had no idea how to care for his fallen comrade. "Tasuki,"
Chichiri repeated as he shook the bandit's shoulders. Tasuki groaned softly and Chichiri
could see his eyebrows knot up a little.
"I'm awake," Tasuki growled and shook off Chichiri's hands. The bandit rubbed his eyes and
finally opened them. He watched Chichiri warily, slowly blinked again, and sat up. "Man,
I feel like I have a hell of a hangover," Tasuki mumbled.
"Good, you are allright," Chichiri smiled.
"What the hell happened?" Tasuki asked.
"I don't know, no da," Chichiri responded.
"Well, where the hell are we?" Tasuki asked, more agitation apparent in his voice.
"I don't know, no da," Chichiri answered with a sigh.
"Okay, so how do you get BACK?!" Tasuki demanded.
"I don't KNOW!" Chichiri snapped. Both men clutched their heads in pain. Their bodies were
still weak and the sudden outbursts were not the best remedies.
"What's that book ya got there?" Tasuki asked, pointing to the volume in Chichiri's grasp.
"This?" Chichiri answered. "I'm really not sure. I found it over--"
"AHH!" Tasuki shouted and pointed past Chichiri. "It's glowin'!" The monk turned to see
another ball of faint red light, like what had appeared when Tasuki had shown up. And just
as with Tasuki, it formed into a human shape and dissipated. But this time Chichiri did not
recognize the human that appeared. "What the fuck!" Tasuki continued to shout. The form
scrambled to its feet at his voice and backed away from the two men.
It was a young woman, around 17, with unruly brown hair and rosy cheeks. She was overweight
and clad in very plain clothes: a mid length dark green kimono and loose black pants.
"Where am I?" She asked frantically, never taking her eyes off the men in front of her.
"That's something we are trying to figure out as well," Chichiri responded comfortingly as
he stood. He noticed the trails of dried tears that covered the girl's cheeks. "Are you
okay?"
"Hey, don't be scared," Tasuki stood as well. "We ain't gonna hurt ya." The girl continued
to eye them warily and backed up a bit.
"How did I get here then?" She asked, a little more strength in her voice.
"Dunno," Tasuki responded. The girl furrowed her eyebrows and looked around.
"This definitely isn't home," she mumbled and tucked some hair behind her ear.
"No kidding," Tasuki snickered. Chichiri turned to Tasuki.
"Something is really not right, no da." Chichiri whispered. "This may sound strange, but
before I appeared here, I could feel some sort of spell taking all of my magic and energy."
"Same with me! I could feel myself dying!" Tasuki exclaimed. "But...now I'm fine..."
Chichiri nodded in response.
"Maybe Taiitsukun knows something about this," Chichiri added. "In fact, maybe it was
Taiitsukun sent us here. She was with me when I got hit with the spell."
"Taiitsukun!" the girl shrieked. "As in, Taiitsukun the Creator?"
"Yeah, no da," Chichiri replied. Both men smiled as the girl shook her head in doubt.
Tasuki frowned and leaned closer to Chichiri, "What's with the girl, man? Why is she here?".
Chichiri shrugged in response.
*****
Miaka turned the page of the book and forced herself to keep reading. "S-C-H-O-O-L equals
I-M-P-O-R-T-A-N-T," she kept reminding herself as she read the hopelessly boring reference
book. At that point, she was hoping for any distraction. As if on cue, a small object
floated through the air and landed on the table in front of her.
A red feather.
Miaka head shot up and she frantically scanned the library from her seat for the large red
phoenix. No Suzaku in sight.
"Wait," Miaka said quietly when she saw a faint red light coming from a hallway. Miaka
stood, feather clenched in her right hand, and headed for that hallway. She walked it's
length and came upon a dead end. "The basement? This is new," Miaka giggled nervously.
She heard the sound of wings flapping coming from the other side of the door and opened it
without hesitation. "All right then," she consented as she
walked quickly down the stairs.
*****
There was a sound of a door opening and the room lightened a little. Kiore watched as the
two men listened intently to the footsteps that were coming towards them.
'What am I doing here?!' she asked herself. 'One second I'm at home. The next I'm in some
sort of library.' Kiore sighed and looked down at her feet. 'Maybe it's better that I'm
not at home. I'm not wanted there anyway. Besides, I'll only be in trouble once I get
there.' Kiore looked up from her feet to the two men next to her. 'They seem nice enough.
They haven't said one mean thing. And that red haired one is pretty cute.' Kiore blushed
at the thought that crossed her mind. She had no right thinking about boys in this situation
...or in any situation. It would only end in heartache.
The footsteps sounded more clear and soon a girl in strange clothing was standing across
from them. "Chichiri? Tasuki?" the girl asked in shock.
'Are those their names?' Kiore wondered.
"Miaka?" the two men replied in unison. Before anyone could react further, the book the
blue-haired man held began to glow. The red light engulfed Kiore and the two men. Within
seconds Miaka was alone in the library basement. She cautiously stepped closer to the large
book that had fallen to the ground when Chichiri disappeared. She carefully kneeled next
to it and gingerly touched the cover with her fingertips.
"What's going on?" Miaka asked the darkness.
~*~*~*~*~*~
to be continued...
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