Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi. You don't either, so stop hallucinating. Oh fer God's sake, -stop- crying! :P
Wanring: Gen-chan's usual…urg…mean Nuriko, mean! ~_~ Gomen ne, it's out of character…but forgive me, I wrote it all,t hen went back and was too lazy to make it more Nuriko-ish…lazy meeee…
Note: Oi…this is a transition chapter…meaning…gah…boring, ne! Don't worry thoug, after this, the action will begin! --;; Sonds like I'm advertising a movie…neh…heh…heh…~_~
Chapter 3
The Story Begins…
"So you're expecting me to believe this?" I narrowed my eyes at Miaka; "You're expecting me to believe that I'm some Celestial Warrior reborn? And that you were sucked into a book and knew 'me' in Ancient China?"
"I knew it…Ryuuen, I knew you wouldn't believe me! But can't you just try? Please!" Miaka looked at me with those large hazel eyes.
Taka put his hand on my shoulder, and despite my venomous glare, continued talking for Miaka. "Look, Ryuuen, I know it's something that's not very plausible and we didn't expect you to believe it, but we thought we might try to tell you anyway, since…"
"Since what?"
"Well, since you brought up the symbols on the Gamecube. And since you're one of the last ones to know."
"I'm one of the last ones to know? You mean you're going around telling these crap stories to everyone?!"
"No! Ryuuen, that's not it!" He sighed and got up from the couch, "Miaka and I knew you weren't going to believe us. So we brought--"
"They brought the fuckin' incredible Gen-chan here!!" Genrou yelled, bounding in from the kitchen. He sauntered up to me and flicked me between the eyes, again, and smirked, "Y'know, Ryuen, you gotta be some stupid kid fer not believe'n Miaka and Taka! Man, and I thought you were smart!"
Genrou could be such an idiot sometimes. Rolling my eyes at him I said, "Genrou, you can be such an idiot sometimes." I stood up, trying to be somewhat equal to him towering over me, then flicked him in between the eyes. He cried out and smacked his hand up towards his face before a large amount of profanity found it's way from his mouth. "I can't believe you…you believe this, Genrou. Even I thought you were smarter than that, and I know you better than anyone else."
He narrowed his hawk-like eyes at me, then turned to Miaka. "Sorry Miaka, I tried, but Ryuuen's fuckin' ignorant!"
I heard Taka say something like, "You didn't try very hard." under his breath. And it was true, Gen-chan didn't. But even if he did try all day and all night, I still wouldn't have believed him. I don't know what they're up to, but this isn't funny!
"I told you he wouldn't believe us, dumb shit." Genrou shook his mane of fire-red hair and walked away from the center of our little circle. "You'd better have some fuckin' beer, Taka! I feel like I'm gonna get a fuckin' headache!"
"Yeah yeah, there's some in the fridge…" (Where the fuck in the fridge?!) "…just let me get it for you! Geez…" With that, Taka heads off to the kitchen in search of Genrou and some beer. I laughed. Genrou's just great for lifting moods. I mean, why drink beer when you have a headache? That's Gen-chan for you. I turned back to Miaka, then laughed again, this time with a tint of bitterness. They really must've thought this whole joke out!
"Ryuuen," Miaka turns to me; her eyes are shimmering with unshed tears. "this isn't a prank. You have to believe us!"
Oops...didn't mean to say that last sentence out loud.
She's about to say something else but doesn't get a chance. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" We both jump out of our seats and whirl to face the kitchen door. That was…Gen-chan! What happened?!
Then, not a moment later, Taka comes running out, eyes wild and frantic. "Miaka! Genrou's gone! He disappeared into thin air!"
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"Here," Taka says, handing me a worn, red, clothed book. "That's what we're talking about. That's the book I came from, it's the book Miaka went into. That's the book you were reborn from, Ryuuen."
I stare at the old book, the binding on the left side threatening to fall off. Taking my hand, I brush it lightly against the cover. It looks so ancient, I fear I might harm it in some way if I handled it any rougher than a mere brush. Shi…jin…tenchi…sho. "Its…not. It can't be, I don't believe it."
"We need you to believe it. Open the book, read what it says." Taka looked at me such intensity; I'd be stupid not to at least look. After all, if this could explain where Genrou went…
The Shijin Tenchisho is an incantation within itself. The four Miko of the four gods have completed their roles. Genbu, Byakko, Seiryuu, Suzaku. Of the Southern Realm, guarded by the Phoenix Suzaku, this story will revolve. Once the Seishi and Miko of Suzaku are gathered, the story will begin.
"Alright, I get it. Miaka is the Suzaku no Miko, Taka, you're a Sichiseishi." They both nodded, "And now we have to find the rest of the Sichiseishi, so this, " I pointed the book, "can 'begin', right?" They nodded again; I could practically see the hope shine in their eyes. "You've got to be kidding."
"Read."
Sighing, I bend my head down to look at the book again. All of the Suzaku Sichiseishi have been gathered, with the exception of Nuriko, and Chichiri. Suzaku no Miko, and her protector, Tamahome, hope Nuriko will soon realize the truth. Whoa. Where'd these new words come from?! Nuriko is confused by the Shijin Tenchisho. He cannot believe that he is a Suzaku Sichiseishi.
Naaaniiii?! What the hell is going on?!
"Ryuuen, you have to believe us now!" Numbly, I looked down my left arm, where Miaka had attached herself. She looked up at me with her large eyes, except they weren't teary anymore. Now, they were hardened with determination.
"Iie…I can't. It doesn't make sense!"
"Ryuuen…Iya, Nuriko. If you take our word for it, and if you believe what your eyes tell you," Taka gestures vaguely at the book, "then you'll understand. Sooner. You'll understand sooner, if you just take our word for the time being."
I sighed again; an overload of information can get very exhausting. "And if I do, will you get Genrou back from wherever he went?"
"We're going to try. But we can't unless you help us!"
I stared at Taka intently; there must be a glint of mischievous in there somewhere!
……
Godammnit…I lowered my head a little, then sighed heavily again. "Yosh," I said, my voice husky, head still bowed, "let's go save Gen-chan."
TBC
Authors Note: Wai wai! I finally got around to writing this chapter! I got stuck for a little while…on how the book would talk…I mean write…garb, you know what I mean! I think those 'book' sentences are a little awkward…but, ~shrugs~, eh! Have to get on with the story, ne? Hope ya liked it! ^^ Ja!