Disclaimer: I still don't own FY. That may be a good thing because I can't draw manga/anime at all, and FY wouldn't be popular if it weren't drawn well. Wait… did I just say it's a good thing that I don't own all the bishies in FY? Wow, I really am insane.
Warnings: Since I think that you have a pretty good idea of what's usually in this fic, expect that and angst…
Some Author's Notes (in rant format): I can't believe that I haven't updated for so long. Actually, I can, considering three facts: I had to move, I had to stay for awhile at my grandma's house while my stuff was being moved (and she doesn't have a computer), and currently my computer is in a box somewhere in my garage and I had to borrow a computer.
I also want to thank the two people who sent e-mails to me that pretty much yelled that they were very annoyed with me not updating. I want to thank them for yelling because it made me feel good to know that people did like this fic enough to get mad that it wasn't being updated, and it sent my muses on an overdrive so that this chapter is being completely redone from what I have on my computer and I finally know what my endings going to be and what three wishes Kotori is going to make when she summons Suzaku. (One of my best friends, PrincessKitty-Chan, was constantly complaining when I said I didn't have any idea how the fic was going to end.)
Chibi Rime: *looks slightly like an angry albino SD Hotohori with white hair* Get on with the fic already!
Chibigreen: Rime, you belong in War of the Angel's Land! You're my Digimon muse!
Chibi Rime: I just promoted myself to "angst muse." Now start writing! *cracks a whip*
Chibigreen: Put that away! *Rime smiles evilly while authoress begins typing while muttering about SD evil muses.* And I don't own Digimon either, but Rime is my muse.
~Double-Edged Discord: The Servants of the Sapphire Dragon~
This…this isn't real! Tsunami thought despairingly as she felt herself slipping into darkness. Not Warren… Why does he have to be Miboshi?! {I…love…him…} Chiriko took over the body as his female counterpart slipped into a numb state of shock. He looked at Miboshi/Warren in the eyes that he remembered far too well from a past life.
"Tsunami loves you, Warren," he said as he carefully ignored the pain in the girl's body. "Why are you doing this to her?"
"I am Miboshi, not Warren," declared the seishi haughtily.
Chiriko shook his head. The pain was too great for him to completely shut out, and beads of sweat began rolling down Tsunami's face. "But you are inside Warren, just as she is inside me. I wonder…what he… thinks of all of this…?" He could not numb the pain in the body that was not his any longer, and he joined Tsunami in unconsciousness.
Warren's POV
"Stop it!" I screamed inside of my own mind. Tears were streaming down my face as I saw my Tsunami hang in the air as blood slipped around the demons' teeth. "Please! Please don't kill her!" I had had to watch all of this. I was unable to move as little as one muscle, but even the dark monk hadn't been able to make my soul leave my mind although the rest of my body was not under my control.
[Why do you want to save he? She is a Suzaku seishi, and a mortal enemy of the Seiryuu. She stands in the way of our gaining of power!] The thought came from Miboshi, and I could've rolled my eyes right then if I had control of my own body. I felt like crying in sorrow over what Miboshi had done, but his thoughts did not make any sense!
"Your ideas are useless as hell in this century, you idiotic monk from Ancient China! Why would you want to have a lot of power in the first place? Wouldn't it be nicer in life to just live, and even die, while having a good life surrounded by friends who are your friends because they care about you and not because they care about your money or your power?"
There was a hesitation from Miboshi before he answered, [I want to rule over other people! Having friends,] he emphasized the thought like it was foul, [is of no interest to me!]
Time is running out for Tsunami, and under the pressure I thought struck me. "Do you want to take a gamble?" I had a feeling that a past life of mine would have the same interest in taking risks that I did.
[What kind of gamble?] He did sound interested.
"It's as simple as this. You help me keep Tsunami alive until her friends can rescue her, and then we'll see which of our ideas about friends is better. If you find my idea the better one, then we stop fighting the seishi and instead live our life my way. If I find your idea of life to be better than my own, then I will let you destroy all of the Suzaku Seven without any resistance."
Miboshi's POV
The proposed gamble did seem fair enough, and if I converted him to my idea then our minds might be closer to merging. Even I did not know how our soul had two separate minds, but the fact that he could fight me almost as much as Chiriko had irritated me to no end.
"Fine. I will let you save her life."
Warren's POV
I felt relief as Miboshi said that and gave me complete control over our body and life force. As I gathered up my life force to give Tsunami enough to live until the healing member of the Suzaku arrived, my relief was so great that I almost did not notice one extremely important fact.
Some of the relief came from Miboshi, and he did not even realize that he was thankful for the respite.
And that was when I wondered why an evil monk-mage would be relieved at saving the life of the person who had killed him.
Third Person POV
Warren used his power to banish the demons and to temporarily make the blood stop pouring from the wounds. He tentatively sent his life force out to strengthen Tsunami's own, and that was enough to wake her up. Carefully, he walked forward and knelt at her side as he controlled her fall to the ground. She landed so softly that she didn't feel any extra pain from it, and she wondered what had happened.
A hand gently caressed her face. "I'm sorry, Tsunami, but I'm only in control for a short amount of time. I made a deal with him, and he agreed to let me save your life. But he won't let me give you back your voice, so you're going to have to speak through Chiriko for a while."
Then he bent down even lower and gave her a deep kiss while strengthening her even more with his life force.
"I love you, and I hope that I never am forced to hurt you again," he whispered as he ended the kiss. "Please believe in me…" A few tears fell from his dark eyes and rolled down her face.
And then he teleported, and he was gone. Please believe in me…
Tsunami had never thought that it might hurt so much to be loved.
[Maybe I don't mind you going out with a guy after all!] came Chiriko's slightly impressed thought. [So that's what being kissed feels like! Wow!]
{Shut up,} she groaned. {You just ruined an intense emotional moment. Did you realize that?}
[Hmm, yes, but that was quite a kiss!]
{Chiriko, you must be gay. But you're right; that was a very nice kiss. It was my first kiss, too.} The pain in her arm started again as Warren's spell that had been holding back the blood faded away. {I think we're going to faint again,} she observed just before the blood loss sent her back into unconsciousness.
The barriers around the house crumbled as the other spell did, and Rayna came rushing into the house. Hotohori's holy sword appeared in a glow of red light and fell into her hand, but she found it useless as the only thing in the room was the bleeding body of Tsunami. She dropped the sword in shock and rushed towards the body.
Quickly she tore off strips of her shirt and used them to try to slow the flow of blood. She also went for the phone and tried to dial, but it was dead and she didn't want to run out of the house in case whatever had tried to kill the Chiriko kid came back. Please God, Suzaku, anybody! Let some help come soon!
It was a matter of seconds before Tama led Ira to the door of the house. Sensing his life force, she turned and ordered, "Mitsukake! Heal Chiriko! Please!"
He had no idea what she meant, but when he saw the bleeding teenager he knew that he had to try. "How?"
"Try to make the symbol on your left palm glow," she explained hurriedly. Maybe he's never seen Fushigi Yuugi…
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he concentrated on bringing up the power that he had felt the night before.
It was a few precious moments, and almost one moment too many, before his symbol finally started to glow. By then all of the Suzaku Seven except for Lee had gathered in the room, and their wish for Tsunami to heal powered up Ira enough that Tsunami was brought back from the edge of death.
Tsunami woke up and smiled at everyone in the room. She tried to say "hello" before she remembered that Miboshi had stolen her voice.
An over-emotional Hikaru didn't notice that her little sister had tried to speak. She gave her a huge hug. "Tsunami! I'm so glad you're okay! I'm so sorry that I wasn't here!" She stopped her hug long enough to ask, "By the way, who the fuck did this to you so I can fuckin' kill them?"
She opened her mouth, and nothing came out. Rayna answered for her, "It was Miboshi. I saw her walk in here with someone who looked like Miboshi."
"Tsunami! Why did you come in here with Miboshi?"
She held up her hand and began to sign with it.
"W…A…R…R…E…N," Hikaru said aloud as she watched the hand motions. Her mouth dropped for a few seconds. "Your fuckin' boyfriend is Miboshi?! Did he take away your voice, too?!"
Tsunami nodded, but then she began to sign again.
"S…P…L…I…T," Hikaru translated, "P…E…R…S…O…N…A…L…I…T…Y. What? M…I…B…O…S…H…I. Oh, so Miboshi is Warren's split personality?" She nodded again. "What the fuck is wrong with this world?!" wailed Hikaru. But, exhausted, Tsunami had fallen asleep and could not even try to answer.
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The huge mansion was mostly empty, except for three people. There were no adults at all as parents of Warren were taking a cruise for the next month and had simply left their son at home alone while they relaxed as the boat toured the Caribbean Islands.
"Miboshi, why did you want to kill Chiriko?" asked a small child's voice. Aimee was a pale, skinny child with long blonde hair. She was also Nakago.
Miboshi refused to answer that, but his answer would have frightened the child because Miboshi did not like to communicate with other people. Warren answered instead. "He thinks that he needs to get revenge for Chiriko killing him in their past life. I think that revenge is stupid," he added.
He did not want this Nakago to turn out like the last one. He had found her because her mom was negligent and her father was a drunkard who was violent when he was drunk. He had arrived just in time to keep her from killing them by accident, though they were probably in severe pain right now. Miboshi had let his lesser demons have some fun.
For once, Warren hadn't minded. There were many bruises on the young girl's body, and he detested parents like his own who hardly took care of their children. To find a child who had not just been neglected, but also abused, roused a smoldering hatred inside of him.
Aimee nodded wisely. "That's why you stopped me from killing Daddy and Mommy. It was a bad thing," the five-year-old said simply. She completely trusted Warren and Miboshi, and she also understood that they were two different people. She understood things about human nature that would make her a good psychologist when she grew up.
The other person in the room was Tsuzu, the Priestess of Seiryuu. But unlike Yui, the first Seiryuu no Miko, she had no wish to compete with the Suzaku no Miko. She just wanted to help her country, which was also suffering from the severe droughts that Konan was going through. The people in the country were desperate for food, and rebel factions from the army and peasants were beginning to attack both Kutou's capital and Konan. Tsuzu believed that rivalry between the countries was pointless.
"Are you and Miboshi going out to find the other seishi now, Warren? Should I come with you?" asked Tsuzu. She also had long blonde hair, and that made Aimee see her as a big sister. Apparently some of the Hin tribes had survived and went on to merge with Kutou after the government had been destroyed when the last summoning had taken place. The current Empress of Kutou was of Hin descent, and Tsuzu was a princess.
"No. The other seishi may be dangerous. I don't want to risk you or Aimee getting hurt." And Miboshi wants to try to get the others loyal to him, he thought silently. But he would not allow it. He had watched Fushigi Yuugi, and he thought that if all of the seishi were loyal to Tsuzu, perhaps the summoning would end without her getting devoured.
Then again, Warren wasn't particularly worried about the other seishi being loyal to Miboshi instead of Tsuzu because, if he were any example, they had been given second chances. Even Aimee had been given a second chance because he had been given the chance to rescue her. And if the seishi were any amount kinder in this life, then they would not listen to Miboshi.
[Let me take control now,] ordered Miboshi.
{Fine, fine. Don't get grouchy about it,} he replied testily. Soon his legs were moving his body out the door, and once again he was only a spectator to what his body did.
At least Miboshi isn't trying to kill anyone anymore. I wonder what turned him so bitter in the first place?
It was a question that, if he overheard it being thought, Miboshi did not try to answer.
~TBC~
No akugi for this chapter. There's no part I really want to make fun of…
Chibigreen's Ending Rant: What rant? Anyways, I hope that you liked this chapter. This story should be done by chapter twelve or fifteen, I think, and after that I'm going to write a Digimon story with the Digidestined and Tamers as the Suzaku and Seiryuu Seishi. Or this story may have a sequel. I'm not sure yet.
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