Author's Note: Hello! This is my first published fan fiction of FanFiction.net, you know. I've written others, but they weren't that good. Anyway, here you are with my first Fushigi Yuugi work. And now, about the work…
Okay, only heterosexual pairings in this fic. I decided against using shounen ai in my first fic, and this fic isn't quite like anything written on FanFiction.net. It's about a group of people (some who watch FY) that become Suzaku Seishi when a FY DVD box set is opened. But it is NOT a self-insertion. I decided to play around with at least one pairing that didn't exist in the show, so I made the girl-who-becomes Chiriko older than Chiriko and the guy-who-becomes-Chichiri younger than Chichiri. They'll be a main couple in this fic. So will the Suzaku no Miko and the guy-who-becomes-Tamahome as well as the guy-who-becomes-Nuriko and the girl-who-becomes-Hotohori. You have been warned.
And I'm pretty sure that there is a significant plot in this fic. I've written a few chapters ahead, and the plot is actually coming along well. So, enjoy the fic.
Peace,
Chibigreenwizardmon
Warnings: I don't need warnings for heterosexual pairings, right? Whatever. Still, I'm putting up a warning for bandit language. Occasionally, it will get strong. And by the way, spoilers for any particular part of the series (but probably not the OAVs) may occur at any time. I don't think there are any in this chapter, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own FY or its characters. There, I admitted it so don't sue me. However, I kind of own the people-who-become-a-seishi, at least before they become a seishi if not afterwards.
~The New Warriors: Meet the Suzaku Seishi~
Outside it was a balmy day in Florida, somewhere near Cape Canaveral. Inside, Tsunami and Hikaru sat watching the last episode of Fushigi Yuugi – for the twentieth time – on a soft blue couch. They had received a special edition of the DVD box set that no one else they knew had received. The box was actually a book, like "The Universe of the Four Gods". The first few pages were in Chinese, just like the book Yui read in the movie, and then the next eight pages had a slot for a DVD in them. It contained the first and second seasons. Tsunami and Hikaru had identical smiles on their faces as Keisuke took up the narration.
Nothing else about them was identical. Tsunami had thick and long brown hair that she always kept partly bound up in a ponytail and had gray-blue eyes. She was sixteen, and she was always wearing green. Usually she wore skirts. Hikaru, on the other hand, was seventeen. She had thick, messy red hair and brown eyes and was actually adopted. Not that she minded, once she had found out. As she said, "Well, if my real parents couldn't damn well take care of me, I'm glad I have parents that damn will.
The episode ended, and with a sigh Hikaru ejected the DVD out and put it back in the case. She grinned at her sister with her canines showing and said, "That was good! Now let's watch the last OVA, too!" She flipped to it, and then she gasped. Tsunami looked at her sister worriedly.
"What is it?" Hikaru pointed to a page in book. It had formerly been blank, but now it had writing on it in Chinese. Hikaru handed the book to her sister, who was a whiz at all sorts of languages. The book had always been in the traditional Chinese style; that is, it was flipped compared to an American book. She read aloud to her clueless sister. "'The story continued with two of the Suzaku Seishi, sixteen-year-old Tsunami and seventeen-year-old Hikaru, sitting in their living room. As they read "The Universe of the Four Gods", they found out that their own story was about to unfold. A story of trust, friendship, and overcoming dangers on the way to their ultimate goal…' What in the world? Now it's putting down what we say!"
"'As Tsunami began to read the sutra again, she turned the page…'" Tsunami did have to turn the page, "'…and the powers of the Suzaku Seishi flared into life.'" The book began to glow scarlet, and seven red glowing balls floated out of it. Five shot off, but two floated in the air before Hikaru and Tsunami.
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Vidal meditated in the church. He had thought about becoming a Roman Catholic priest, but the life was too restricting for him. He was meditating over the fact that he had just found his girlfriend sleeping with his best friend. He looked down at his trembling hands. I almost killed them, both of them. He shook his head at the thought. He had wanted to, right then, and maybe would've if his friend hadn't have had a dagger. During the fight, his left cheek had been sliced open and then his friend knocked him out with the pommel. They had stopped the bleeding and bandaged him, leaving him in his bed with the apartment deserted, and all of his girlfriend's things gone. The knife had barely missed slashing his brown eyes, and his dark blue hair had had a bit of blood dried in it. While meditating, he had mostly picked out the blood in the part of his hair that always stood up.
I was being stupid. I would have regretted it later even more than I do now. As it was, he was having a hard time controlling his despair. He had found his friend's dagger and a note saying that they weren't pressing charges for the assault. Later, he had a hard time stopping himself from using the dagger to slit his wrists. He laughed harshly at himself. His sophomore year of college was now really a mess. Then, out of nowhere, a red globe of light shot into him. It was painful, but he didn't scream. When it was over, he looked at himself. "Too bad. I'm still alive. What was that?" He looked at himself, and though a hole in his worn out jeans he realized he had a glowing some type of symbol on his right knee.
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Rayna wiped sweat from her brow as she finished the last bit of sword practice with the real blade that had been passed down with her family from generations. It was said that her ancestor had been one of the greatest samurai of Japan during the Meiji Restoration, and the blade, as well as the fighting techniques, had been passed down for generations. Not to mention I look like Hotohori while fighting. She smiled at the thought of being like her favorite Mysterious Play character. She hadn't seen much of the show, but she thought he was pretty cool. "How did that bandit put it?" she asked herself. "Ah, I remember: 'I don't care if you're a guy; you're just so special.'" She giggled and took off her training sweat suit.
She quickly fixed her black hair and wiped the sweat from around her chocolate eyes. For an eighteen-year-old just out of a hard training session, she knew she looked pretty good. Too bad she didn't show her Japanese heritage that much. She thought it might improve her looks. Of course, I always look good. As she looked around her large, mirror-filled practice hall and admired her graceful, filled-out figure, she noticed a red light come in through a mirror. It investigated all her reflections and then stopped in front of her. Then it shot into her, and she screamed in agony. It ended, and she looked at the mirror to see what hurt so badly. All she could see was a red mark glowing on her neck. At a closer look, she saw it was Hotohori's symbol. She thought it was hoshi or "star", but she wasn't sure. She also noticed that the sword in her hand was glowing red. She sat down as her knees collapsed in shock.
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Ira watched the film on old-style medieval herb healing with great interest. Part of the reason he watched was a class on the history of medicine earned him credits for his degree, but he also enjoyed the film. He shook his head in wonder that a community college even had such a course, but he was twenty-one and taking his third year of college here. Next year he planned to attend one of the larger universities.
He had studied medicine hard, part of his reason being to help people like his mother, who had leukemia and only a year or so to live. He remembered the last time he had visited her and she had weakly ruffled his short black hair. She had had blonde hair before the chemotherapy had made it fall out. Still, her blue eyes were just like his. "Don't worry about me, son," she had said. "Finish your studies, and be happy." Thinking about it made him get depressed, and he stopped the tape. Just then, a red ball of light entered through the ceiling and hit him full force. He began to sweat at the pain and it stopped. He felt slight warmth on left palm, and when he looked a red mark was glowing on it. His brown-and-white cat Tama looked at his hand from under a chair and meowed.
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Tahir sat back under the moon on the beach. He was fishing under the stars, a great hobby of his. As he watched the sky, there seemed to be a red shooting star. It then floated towards him, and he fell out of his chair, freaked out by the strange thing. The next thing he knew, it went inside him with a nice bit of pain. He winced and sat back on his chair. Through his open shirt, he saw a Chinese or Japanese symbol on his chest; he rather thought it was Chinese. Before he could freeze in shock, he noticed that his line was being pulled on hard. He tried reeling whatever it was in. It didn't seem so hard.
He caught peek of what he was reeling in when he was knee-deep in the ocean and a wave almost swamped him. A shark was on the end of his line, and in surprise he dropped his rod. The shark bit into that, too. "Hey, that's my best rod!" Unthinking, he grabbed the rod and pulled. He ended up with the rod in his hands, but he was holding it at neck level with the shark still at the end. It seemed light as a feather. He tried to push the shark off his rod, and it flew backwards and splashed near the horizon line. He went back to his chair and collapsed into it, holding his ruined favorite rod and not knowing whether to laugh in relief, sit in shock, or cry over his poor rod that his late older brother had given him. He pushed his long purple hair out of his black eyes and began to laugh and cry.
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Lee shook his longer-than-usual deep aqua blue hair out of his eyes. He also cleared the tears of frustration out of his blue eyes. All of the practice he had been getting, and still that idiot of an s.o.b. had beaten him in a fight. "That… jerk!" He went through the tape of the fight and couldn't see where he had gone wrong. Finally he flipped off the tape. "This sucks! I would have gotten award money to help my family!" His little sister came in and looked at him with worry. She was almost too thin for a girl her age.
"Big brother, what's wrong?"
Immediately he hid his tears and smile brightly at her. He picked her up and swung her around. "Oh, nothing, Rei. Your big brother's just being himself." He set her down and ruffled her soft black hair. "Now, why don't you go to bed? It's getting late." Rei smiled happily and left the room. That was when a red ball of light came in and went into his face. He gritted his teeth so that he wouldn't yell, and the pain faded. He turned around and saw his face reflected on the TV. On his forehead, a big red mark was there, just like that guy Tamahome in his ex-girlfriend's video. "Huh? This is strange…"
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The balls shot into their bodies, making them yell in pain and begin to glow red. When the light died down, Tasuki's symbol, tsubasa or "wing", was glowing on Hikaru's left arm. Tsunami looked down at her right foot and saw Chiriko's symbol, hari or "to paste up", shining from there. "What the fuck! I'm Tasuki?" She thought about it. "Fuckin' shit! Isn't Tasuki a guy?!"
"And I'm Chiriko." They looked at each other in confusion. "What is going on?"
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On the beach in the town, a bright red light glowed. A confused girl with very dark red hair and black eyes in ancient-style Chinese clothing stumbled on the sand. She looked around in surprise and with a sense of being lost. Then a gang of rough-looking people came down, partying. They seemed drunk and high on some type of drug. One spotted her and pointed her out in a language and said something very rude and about something she definitely did not want to experience. They came towards her with cruel looks on their faces.
~TBC~
Author's Note #2: *sob* It's so sad; Chichiri (Vidal) is so depressed for a while. *cries* And if you didn't really like this, this is pretty much a prologue. It should really quicken up. Anyways, what's your opinion on my first fic? Review and tell me, please (and try to not flame me).