Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, now pardon me as I
go hurl myself off of a cliff.
Author's
notes: This is a Nuriko death ficcy ;_; Its in Nuriko's POV, please enjoy it.
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As
I lay there lifeless in the cold, smooth snow, I couldn't help but wonder 'What
was my purpose in my life? Did I fulfill it?' Memories came flooding back
to me all so quickly. I remember how my beloved little sister, Kourin was ran
over by horses. Such a beautiful, young life taken away so quickly. I looked at
Tamahome's face. It's expression was a mix between sad and frightened. I know
Im going to die, I just pray to Suzaku that my friends will be able to carry on
without me. Tamahome's words become faint to my ears. My time is approaching. I
looked up into the bright green eyes of the person I sacrificed myself for, the
Suzaku no Miko, Miaka. I could tell she was trying to fight the tears, but to
no avail. They streamed down her face. I fell in love with Miaka, I can't deny
that any longer. But as I think of it, Im quite happy that I didn't reveal to
Miaka my true feelings about her, because if I did and she saw me like this as
she is doing now, it might have hurt her a whole lot more. I tell Miaka that Im
going to be fine, that I won't lose so easily. She flashes me a fake smile, a
smile that she's so good at imitating. I think about the other Seishi. Im going
to miss them all so much. Especially Tasuki, the flame-coloured hair, fire
throwing, foul-mouthed, sensitive, arrogant bad-boy of the Suzaku Seishi. We
shared a lot of good times together, gossiping and so on. The pain from my
wound is fading now, along with the images of the people I love. Im so happy
that I was born one of the Suzaku Shichiseishi. Everyone's taught me so much
and I cherish their friendship more than life itself. I think about death and
what the afterlife is going to be like and Im about to think the two words that
I thought would never come to grace my mind...Im scared. Im scared of what's
going to happen to my soul. Im scared that I won't remember the memories that I
cherish so much now. Well, I'll never know until it happens. I smile at my two
dear friends as I take my last breaths. I'll be able to play with Kourin again;
I can live the life of a normal boy without hiding the truth behind women's
clothing. Those thoughts erase the fear from my mind. I see a bright light
appear before me. Within that light I see Kourin smiling brightly at me, she's
as beautiful as ever "Ryuuen, come home" she says in her sweet sing-song voice.
Her arms are stretched out towards me. I take my last breath...and then die. My
soul lifts up from my former, beautiful body and drifts closer and closer to
Kourin. I take a look at my friends and fellow Seishi, who are now all gathered
around me. Tasuki, Tamahome, Miaka and Chriko had tears streaming down their
faces. I felt a pang of sadness but then I know that my death will make them
all stronger in the long run. I think to myself 'I am happy that I've met you
all. Im happy that I met you, Miaka' I leave them all a silent message: "I've
loved every one of you like family. I will never forget any of you. Take care
of yourselves...and each other" I join hands with my little sister, Kourin and
we both descend into the clouds. I smile as I hear Miaka say to me mentally "Nuriko,
I promise you that we won't lose...you just watch and see" I take one last look
at the people who have taught me so much. The Suzaku Shichiseishi and their
Miko, Miaka Yuki.
