A/N: This is wrapping up this part of the story, (I probably should have
put it with chapter 15 but whatever) but there is still another chapter,
and then the epilogue. Both are written, and the next part will probably be
up tomorrow or Monday. The epilogue will be up.ah I have so much to do
this week! I guess maybe next weekend depending on how much homework I get
from my evil, evil teachers. Thank you all SO much for all of the reviews,
I honestly never thought I would get this many! You are all so awesome! But
I am sticking with my promise to take this story all the way to the end,
and I will. Then.. maybe I'll go back to my other sadly neglected fics.well
actually I have a pretty good start on an Inu-yasha fic that I update
almost regularly.anyway, enough of my blabber!
Part 15 and a half
Masami was dead, and Okin was gone, Ashitare was still tied to the altar. The little girl was still crying in Mako's arms, and the majority of the warriors were still unconscious. Jielain felt like killing herself because of what she had done, but instead, she dropped her tessen to the floor and walked away. She was walking to the bandit hideout, to where everything was safe and right. She walked right out of the palace gates, not even bothering with a horse or a change out of her blood stained clothes. She dripped blood and felt herself growing weak, but didn't halt. There was only one thing to do, and that was go to the bandit hideout. She was certain that her father would be there, he would take care of her, and they would forget everything that happened today. It wasn't like she had seen him die, so he must just be too lazy to come see her. What a dumb ass.
"Jielain, where are you going?" Someone asked her. She didn't even turn to see who it was. Probably some illusion anyway.
"Home." She said. "I'm going home."
"Can I come?" the person asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Don't have time for company." Her legs were extremely hard to lift, and breathing seemed a chore of chores. But she didn't give up. Bandits never give up. Even when she fell to the ground, feeling dirt and blood in her mouth, she staggered back to her feet, only to fall back down. A hand gripped her arm and helped her back up.
"You'll die if you keep this up."
"Don't care."
"I do." Finally Jielain turned to look at the speaker. It was the priestess. Her short brown hair was loose, and only fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were plain and brown, but had a comforting feeling of consolation and forgiveness.
"I dun even know you, why do you care if I die?"
"I don't know you either. But I guess I just hate to see anyone die."
"Well I killed Masami so must be full of hatred for me." The stranger was a bit surprised by that remark. But she smiled.
"Come on, you can't be that bad for killing a loser like her." Jielain took her arm from the girl and backed away. She wished that she felt the same about killing Masami.
"I gotta go home." Somehow, standing was easier now, and her wound didn't hurt so much. She glanced at the priestess in suspicion. "What the hell?"
The girl looked surprised as Jielain.
"Did I heal you? I really didn't think it would work!" she grinned at Jielain's bewildered frown.
"Please come back, your friends need you. I need you too."
"Huh." Jielain grunted and turned to continue walking towards the bandit hideout, then stopped. "You're too good. I can't just leave. As a thanks for healing me, I'll go back." She said.
"Oh Yay!" The priestess clapped her hands and grinned. "Thank you so much! Suzaku said that as soon as we do the ceremony, I can go home. He said that you were the one who gathered all the warriors, too. Thank you."
"Huh." Jielain grunted again, but headed back to the shrine.
"Warriors of Suzaku. Thank you for being here today. It just so happened that this was the day that Suzaku told me to come meet you. So, here I am. I think that even in your weakened states you can provide me with enough energy to complete this ceremony."
She looked around at the warriors, who nodded. Jielain held Chuei's hand. It might even be the last time they would be able to. After the ceremony, all of the warriors would go back to their appropriate worlds. They watched the priestess as she took her position by the altar, near Ashitare.
She began her prayer. The little motherless priestess of Seriyuu would go with Mako and Chiharu, to be taken care of by their families. Jielain offered to keep her, but it wouldn't be possible for her to stay in a different world.
The mark on Ashitare's body glowed blue, and she was illuminated in blue light. Jielain looked around at her fellow warriors. Chiriko and Kourin were holding hands, Chiharu and Mako were holding hands, and Boshin and Hinako were holding hands. It seemed that everyone had someone, and that only Jielain and Chuei would have to be separated.
Then the prayer was finished, and a flame, bright red as the marks of the warriors, covered and extinguished the blue light. The altar burst into the red flame, and an image appeared above. It was a bird, red as the flame, beautiful as a sunrise on water. It bestowed its blessings, and was gone, the mysterious priestess girl with it.
Author: Sorry so short! See you tomorrow!
Part 15 and a half
Masami was dead, and Okin was gone, Ashitare was still tied to the altar. The little girl was still crying in Mako's arms, and the majority of the warriors were still unconscious. Jielain felt like killing herself because of what she had done, but instead, she dropped her tessen to the floor and walked away. She was walking to the bandit hideout, to where everything was safe and right. She walked right out of the palace gates, not even bothering with a horse or a change out of her blood stained clothes. She dripped blood and felt herself growing weak, but didn't halt. There was only one thing to do, and that was go to the bandit hideout. She was certain that her father would be there, he would take care of her, and they would forget everything that happened today. It wasn't like she had seen him die, so he must just be too lazy to come see her. What a dumb ass.
"Jielain, where are you going?" Someone asked her. She didn't even turn to see who it was. Probably some illusion anyway.
"Home." She said. "I'm going home."
"Can I come?" the person asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Don't have time for company." Her legs were extremely hard to lift, and breathing seemed a chore of chores. But she didn't give up. Bandits never give up. Even when she fell to the ground, feeling dirt and blood in her mouth, she staggered back to her feet, only to fall back down. A hand gripped her arm and helped her back up.
"You'll die if you keep this up."
"Don't care."
"I do." Finally Jielain turned to look at the speaker. It was the priestess. Her short brown hair was loose, and only fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were plain and brown, but had a comforting feeling of consolation and forgiveness.
"I dun even know you, why do you care if I die?"
"I don't know you either. But I guess I just hate to see anyone die."
"Well I killed Masami so must be full of hatred for me." The stranger was a bit surprised by that remark. But she smiled.
"Come on, you can't be that bad for killing a loser like her." Jielain took her arm from the girl and backed away. She wished that she felt the same about killing Masami.
"I gotta go home." Somehow, standing was easier now, and her wound didn't hurt so much. She glanced at the priestess in suspicion. "What the hell?"
The girl looked surprised as Jielain.
"Did I heal you? I really didn't think it would work!" she grinned at Jielain's bewildered frown.
"Please come back, your friends need you. I need you too."
"Huh." Jielain grunted and turned to continue walking towards the bandit hideout, then stopped. "You're too good. I can't just leave. As a thanks for healing me, I'll go back." She said.
"Oh Yay!" The priestess clapped her hands and grinned. "Thank you so much! Suzaku said that as soon as we do the ceremony, I can go home. He said that you were the one who gathered all the warriors, too. Thank you."
"Huh." Jielain grunted again, but headed back to the shrine.
"Warriors of Suzaku. Thank you for being here today. It just so happened that this was the day that Suzaku told me to come meet you. So, here I am. I think that even in your weakened states you can provide me with enough energy to complete this ceremony."
She looked around at the warriors, who nodded. Jielain held Chuei's hand. It might even be the last time they would be able to. After the ceremony, all of the warriors would go back to their appropriate worlds. They watched the priestess as she took her position by the altar, near Ashitare.
She began her prayer. The little motherless priestess of Seriyuu would go with Mako and Chiharu, to be taken care of by their families. Jielain offered to keep her, but it wouldn't be possible for her to stay in a different world.
The mark on Ashitare's body glowed blue, and she was illuminated in blue light. Jielain looked around at her fellow warriors. Chiriko and Kourin were holding hands, Chiharu and Mako were holding hands, and Boshin and Hinako were holding hands. It seemed that everyone had someone, and that only Jielain and Chuei would have to be separated.
Then the prayer was finished, and a flame, bright red as the marks of the warriors, covered and extinguished the blue light. The altar burst into the red flame, and an image appeared above. It was a bird, red as the flame, beautiful as a sunrise on water. It bestowed its blessings, and was gone, the mysterious priestess girl with it.
Author: Sorry so short! See you tomorrow!
