Disclaimer- I own…. Six FY graphic novels, a small set of Chichiri pictures, ditto for Suzaku pictures… I own my fanfiction because I and ONLY I would be so stupid as to write it… I own all my pretty original characters; I believe I have eight at last count… BUT I DON'T OWN FY!!!!!

AN- Hello!! It's me again, hoping to maybe just maybe burn your eyes out by the time the day is over. I personally don't see why anyone reads this, but I also don't see why I'm posting this no da. So I guess it's OK for you to read this, so long as you also review. This story is taking a decidedly unwanted turn, in my opinion. You see, originally, I had this version in which everybody died. Apparently, that's totally in character for me. But that's only if you ask my German teacher. She's convinced that I am some sort of murderer. Don't get me wrong, she likes me and I'm really ridiculously good at German, but I used to kill every person I wrote about in my extra credit. But moving on. I've started rewriting the part where everyone starts dying, except there's one that I didn't fix because it was way too early in the story for me to bother. But I'll be putting up the nice version no da!! ^.#  I cannot believe you are actually reading this.

"You want to know about the sea god?" the woman asked incredulously. Her name was Serashi, and she was a priestess of Suzaku. Not THE priestess, mind you, but a priestess nonetheless. Chiriko had, in a fit of Chiriko-like brilliance, presented her as the one person who could tell them where the god was. She had red hair to rival Tasuki's, and piercing green eyes that were at the moment surprised. "D-demo…" she stammered. "That knowledge has been lost for centuries! How did you, especially as the chosen of a sky god… how did you find out?"

"It's no matter," Chichiri said firmly. "Where can we find his temple no da? This intelligence is vital to us."

Serashi sighed. They were her god's chosen, and she knew that it was only fair that she help them. "I can direct you, assuming that you have some form of transportation that can go underwater. I hope you realize first though that Kanite-seikun is the most dangerous kind of being there is."

"Which would be?"

"He is a god with nothing to lose and everything to gain." Her smile was somewhat twisted. "He was banished to the sea by the four sky gods, but it appears that if he goes about things correctly, he can regain his powers and lord over things from the sky. I believe that the same happened to the earth god."

"And it's THIS person who has Atsuna?" Nuriko muttered.

"I'm told he captured a woman," Serashi offered. "It seems that she is a demigod, and he wishes to hold her against her father. Something like that, in any case. The prisoner is about my height, has black hair in a braid, black eyes, dressed somewhat like a monk…" She looked around expectantly. "Sounds familiar?"

"That's her," Chichiri confirmed. "But… demigod? And who's her father?"

"She's one of the daughters of the gods. As the daughter of Suzaku, she is gifted with many amazing powers that even the others cannot dream of. However, she has traded the promise of immortality for them. But we digress. Are we going, and how?"

"Of course we're going no da!" Chichiri glared at the others as if daring them to protest. "We can teleport, just tell me where."

She quickly gave him directions and a short briefing on the layout. It seemed as though Kanite had major self-esteem problems. The temple, at least from Serashi's description was pushing the limits of practicality.

"A gift shop! What is this guy's issue? What kind of a god wants a GIFT SHOP in his temple na no da?!" (AN- I dunno… I just thought the idea of a god needing to sell his face on a mug to feel better was amusing…)

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"What are you going to do to me?" Atsuna asked in a rather skeptical voice. "What could you possibly do? I am essentially immortal, in case you didn't know. I can also withstand pain. I'm not exactly sensitive. So I still don't see what you hope to accomplish."

"I know you can take pain," Kanite hissed. "But can your little friends?"

Her eyes widened with recognition. "OK, OK. Here!! Let me try to figure you out…! You've always wanted the daughter of Suzaku either dead or… shall we say… missing. Of course, there was this little complication involving the girl being mostly immortal and having what appeared to be no weakness… After all, my sisters are dead and I'm not the social type. And then, though you did not know it, you sent Hibari out to retrieve your target. What luck! You locked me up and thought. Friends, friends, didn't the girl have _friends_? Suddenly, words appeared in your head. Suzaku no shichiseishi! Pleased with your own brilliance, you arranged for me to contact them, knowing I would lead them here somehow. And now you're going to use them for evil purposes!!"

"You're clever, pity I have to kill you."

"Kill me?" she scoffed. "I'd think you knew my destiny! You couldn't kill me if you tried."

"Oh I know that all right. You're immune to pretty much anything… except for yourself. Only you could destroy yourself, fate dictates it. So what if I make this tantalizing offer- your life for that of your little friends."

"What the heck?!"

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"Suzaku this place is big," Tasuki remarked casually, his mind already processing ways to drag the Mt. Reikaku bandits in to rob it. "Talk about self-esteem issues!"

"Seriously." Nuriko rolled his violet eyes. "But the real question is where Atsuna is being kept. This is beyond irritating."

"I can take you to our contact," Serashi suggested. "Maybe he knows. The only thing is that it's awfully dangerous for him, and nobody really said he was totally trustworthy. I don't have Atsuna's instincts when it comes to people."

"No need," a voice boomed. "I've got her right here."
Serashi spun around. "Kanite," she hissed. "You dared to capture Suzaku's daughter. I thought you were smarter than that. You can't win this way, hoping to kill a demigod. I would have expected more from you, Father."

"GAH! Why're all th' people we meet related?"

"You dared to betray me," Kanite returned lazily. "You became his priestess. I never would have expected that you would stoop so low. Surely you have gained nothing from that display of treachery."

"Oh shut up, all of you," Atsuna ordered. "I can't stand your whining. If you're planning to kill me, why drag it out? The sooner the better. Unlike some people, I don't feel like wasting time. On with the stupid formalities already."

"Very well. You are prepared to die for the sake of these pathetic excuses for seishi?"

She shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

"In that case… Any last words or insults you may have for me?"

"As a matter of fact… yes." Her smile had turned decidedly feral. "I've just decided that I want to seal you. So… EVERYBODY CONCENTRATE ON CHANNELING YOUR ENERGY THROUGH ME! THIS IS NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS!"

The sea god Kanite writhed in agony as divine flames consumed him, licking at the contents of his temple and consuming the gift shop. (AN- I just now realized what an utterly stupid phrase "gift shop" is.)

"You see, Kanite, that you could not hope to destroy Suzaku's daughter. Sayounara."

OK, that was just unique. I've decided that I'll let some reviewers go off and vote on something. Namely, your least favorite seishi. The deal- the mean version of this fic killed everybody, and though I got rid of most of the deaths, one remains an essential part of the story line. Even so, I have some flexibility. This means… dun dun dun… you get to pick who dies!! YEAH!!! Review, morons!!!