Anyways, remember that I do not own the idea of the Dove of Suzaku, I just own the story and the idea of where he comes from. I did give him a sword. That was my idea. I'm gettin' ta work on Chapter three right away( these chapter numbers are getting me confused cause I keep counting the prelude as a chapter) Oh well, shutting up now.
Carefully, the rain-soaked Samntha Marilin Cummings
re-entered her house through the shattered sliding glass door. Settling
beside a lamp, she pried open the strange book she'd found after Houjun
Ri had vanished with the four strangers.
"Let's see if this will tell me where he is..."
she muttered, turning on the lamp. "'The Universe of the Four Gods,
Volume Three(1)?'" She made a face, but continued. "'This is
the story of a boy who was given the power to save a world. After
being transported into the Universe of the Four Gods, he would discover
what the three goddesses of Fate: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, had in
store for him.' What is this bullshit?" She grumbled.
"'The story itself os a spell and the magic begins and becomes real the
moment the first page is turned.'" Turning the page, she saw that
the first page seemed to be blank, but on further inspection, she saw words
begining to appear.
"So, you're telling me that I'm a celestial warrior
named Chichiri?" Houjun folded his arms, meeting the gaze of each
of the seishi and their mikos. "And that I was reborn in my world
after some guy named Tenkou killed me? Ha!"
"It is the truth, Houjun," Hotohori insisted, rising
from his throne.
"We would never lie to you," Nuriko added from the
base of the stairs.
"Proof?" Houjun inquired.
"Proof? What do you mean, Houjun-san?"
Chiriko questioned.
"Do you have any proof that I am who you think I
am?"
"Well...no..." Tamahome admitted. "No physical
proof..."
"I know!" Miaka chimed, clasping her hands
before her. Her eyes slid closed and she focused on what she wanted.
A moment later, Taiitsu-kun appeared before them.
"So, you've found him, I see." Houjun watched
unflinchingly as Taiitsu-kun approched him, unphased in the least by her
appearence. "I see that life in the other world has changed you in
no small way, Houjun, but I know it is you. You wanted proof that
you are Chichiri of the Suzaku Seishi, correct? Well, it is right
here." A small, ice-blue gem appeared before the teen's eyes, suspended
by an unseen force.
"I marble?" He scoffed.
"Not a marble, but a jewel that contains a fragment
of you memories from this world. If you want proof of your past,
then it is as easy as accepting you fate and claiming it," she explained.
"OK," he shrugged, reaching for the jewel.
"Wait," she commanded, stilling his hand.
"By accepting this, however, you must be willing to embrace all that it
is and accept the consequences that it may bring. It will change
you drastically, no matter how you may insist that it will not. It
will also place upon you a great responsibility."
"I don't get it," Tasuki interupted. "I though
you said that we couldn't beat Tenkou without Chichiri and now yer sayin'
that he doesn't have ta help us?"
"Yes. You see, at this moment, he is not Chichiri,
but Houjun Akia Ri from another Earth. An eight-teen year old boy
who bears no mark of Suzaku and who's only obligations are to his friends,
family, and himself with little or no consequence to the wirld. However,
by beginning a quest to reclaim his lost powers and aid this world and
reclaim his memories of this world, he will be responsible for the lives
of everyone on this world and risk his life for a planet that is no longer
his home world.
"So...what you're saying is that if I take this
jewel, I'm going to risk my life to save this world? I don't have
any special powers, I'm just a kid who's gettin' ready to graduate from
high school in three days. However, I could just say 'ta hell with
ya' and go home and pretend that this never happened?" Houjun asked.
"If that is what you wish," Taiitsu-kun replied.
"Hm...so it's my choice, is it?"
"Onegai, Ri-san," Yui suddenly spoke up, tears
beginning to form in her eyes.
"Please help us, Houjun," Hotohori pleaded, dropping
to his knees.
"We need your help, Houjun," Miaka insisted.
"Chiri..." Tasuki whispered, catching Houjun's
attention. After a breif moment of silence, Houjun nodded.
"I guess I'm gonna help out, then." 'I can't
turn my back on them. They truely believe that I can save them...'
he thought, reaching out for the gem. It felt warm in his hand as
it released it's power, filling Houjun with three years worth of memories;
too many to sort through all at once. It took everything it had not
to cry out, but the pain was gone almost as quickly as it had come.
His mohogany eyes slid open once more and he looked up and Taiitsu-kun.
He remembered her now: the one who took him in and trained him for three
years. He had gotten a scar, but couldn't remember how or even why
he'd gone to her.
"I guess I need to find the rest of the Jewels of
Memory before I can be of much help, ne, Taiitsu-kun?" His voice
wavered slightly, but he barely noticed it.
"On the contrary, Houjun," the creator smiled.
"We need more from you than just the return of your memories. We
need you to become a legend."
"What do you...oh!" Houjun gasped suddenly.
"Oh, that legend..."
"What legend?" Miaka asked.
"I shall explain. If you recall, I said that
we needed a seishi from another world. There is a legend that speaks
of such a seishi. They will be granted extraordinary abilities and
will be capable of curing any ailment no matter how horrible with his blood.
This seishi will be known as the Dove of Suzaku." She paused, studying
Houjun for a moment. "Houjun Akia Ri. Chichiri of the Suzaku
seishi. Will you accept your fate?"
"You already know my answer, Taiitsu-kun," Houjun
replied steadily.
"Remember, everything is purely a problem of possibilites
and the world is only stabilized by the one who observes it(2)."
A large, irredecent bubble appeared before the teen. It bust and
a slender sword dropped into his waiting hands. It was encased in
a crimson colored sheath and was relativly light. The hild was gold,
the image of Suzaku worked into the cross guard. He pulled the blade
free and studied it's flawless surface.
"Now my only question is," the creator began as
she faded from view. "Will you change the world, or will you change
yourself(2)."
An awkward moment of silence fell over the room
and Houjun resheathed his sword.
"Well, minna, it looks like we have a long journey
ahead of us," Houjun stated.
"We shall make preparations tonight and leave in
the morning, then. In the mean time, dinner shall be ready soon and
then, after prepareations have been made, we should all get a good night's
sleep," Hotohori suggested. The others quickly agreed. Has
they left the room, Nuriko cheerfully offered to show Houjun around and
to his old room. Tasuki was about to follow when Mitsukake grabbed
his arm gently.
"Remember, " the tall healer began.
"I know..." Tasuki said, a hint of sadness
in his voice. "He's not Chichiri..."
"Man this is confusing...so Houjun's Chichiri but he's also the Dove of Suzaku? And he's in this book, the Universe of the Four Gods?" Samantha shook her head, rubbing her eyes. "That's all well and good, but I just wanna know when you'll come home, Houjun..." she sighed, studing the flame colored pendent Houjun had given her.
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See, it's not just you, she's confused too.
(1)-Well, the original book would be vol-1 and I'm counting thescroll
from the OVA as book two.
(2)-Lines that I kinda-sorta borrowed from Chrono Cross. They
are not mine.
Ahem, so we have a Chichiri(Sorry Lady G, I had ta say it ^_~), and
a Dove, but...is that enough to stop Tenkou? What evil plans do Tankou
and his lackies have for our heros? When will this fic make sense?(same
as in Rayearth, the last episode^_^)
Will Jeanne ever relize that Chiaki is Sindbad? Whoops!
Wrong series...
Find out next time in
And remember this quote from Chrono Cross: Opening a new gate also
bings forth a new misfortune.