Usual Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi or any of it's characters. So
there. However Adema is mine. Period!
Please R&R.
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Adema wiped the hair out of her face and yawned despite the daylight streaming in. She'd been up all night scouting this place. It was a complex just off of the Emperor's palace and she'd been watching it for three days, since one of her informants had told her a man matching the description of the one she sought had been seen entering and leaving the complex repeatedly. She had decided to make her move tonight. Tonight she would get her vengeance on the Genro of Mt. Leikaku.
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Adema crept along the corridor silently. She was clothed from head to toe in black; even her raven-violet hair had been bound and covered for this night's work. All that could be seen of her was her shadowed and smoky gray-violet eyes. She moved with natural stealth, honed through years of practice. This corridor would end in a 'T' and she would need to take the right turn, leading into the men's wing of this complex. She came to the intersection, pausing to check for signs of life from either direction before slinking around the corner and making her way with carefully checked eagerness towards the rooms she wanted, the rooms that belonged to Genro the bandit.
Cautiously, she slid the doors open, making sure not to leave it open in case someone went past. She moved slowly through the outer room, not taking any chances on ruining this perfect opportunity by alerting Genro to her interest in him, much less that she had gotten this close at all. She reached the inner door and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing in glee. She slunk into the bedchamber, reveling in the fact that this was going so perfectly. There, sprawled carelessly on the bed, was Genro, looking almost exactly as he had the day she'd first met him. His orange- red hair was a shade lighter perhaps, and shorter as well, and he was bigger amazingly. And there, resting in the hollow of his collarbone, was her mother's medallion. She seethed beneath the calm façade, wanting to scratch his eyes out for daring to wear her beloved mother's necklace. Instead she reined in her anger and focused it on her task. With painstaking care, she stalked over to the foot of the bed and slithered over the covers. She crouched, straddling him and carefully worked at the clasp of the necklace.
Then suddenly Genro turned over in his sleep, pinning Adema's leg and arm beneath him and resting his head on her breasts. Adema had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming out in outrage.
Calm down girl! You're almost done. Just get the necklace and then you can get out of here.
She carefully got the clasp open and worked the necklace off. She lovingly tucked it into her sleeve before settling herself to the task of extracting herself from Genro's leprous embrace. He yawned widely and stretched and Adema quickly kicked herself out of the bed, tangling her legs up in the sheets.
"Eh, wha?" came from the muffled bed.
Damn! Adema bounded to her feet only to crash into a table, sending something shattering to the floor. More shouts, confused and sleepy, came from the surrounding rooms. Double damn! Adema leapt up from the wreckage only to have to fight off an angry, though thankfully sleep-muddled Genro. She blocked his few vaguely half-hearted punches and made a mad dash for the door only to come up against an older man with hair that was clearly defying gravity if his silhouette in the doorframe was anything to go by. She leapt into a flying leap over the newcomer's defensive crouch. She rolled into the hallway wall and recovered herself enough to stumble a few more steps towards a window into the garden. She steeled herself and leapt for the window, feeling her leg protest as it was caught at the ankle. She was jerked sharply and her stomach hit the window-ledge. She yelped sharply in pain, trying to curl in on herself to ease the ache as she fought to keep her dinner down. She didn't have to fight long as her foot was released.
She tucked herself into a clumsy roll and came to halt at the edge of a koi pond, gasping for air and trying to force her pain aside. All she had to do was make it another two yards and she'd be out, she'd have this fiasco over with. She stood shakily and limped towards the garden's wall. She reached it and leaned against it for a moment to catch her breath. Pain shot through her as she was pinned against the wall by a heavy weight. She cried out and was instantly released. She slid slowly to the ground, one arm wrapped protectively around her ribs, the other dropping to the ground to support her as she let her forehead rest against the cold stone. Someone turned her around and she squinted against the glare of the lamps that had been summoned. Genro stood in the crowd around her but it wasn't he who was attending her now. Now it was a woman in rich garments and a man dressed similarly. They were trying to work at her face coverings. Suddenly she felt very tired and it was hard to breathe. She reached up and pulled at the knot on the side and the strips of black fell away. She heard men muttering and a woman's shocked exclamation.
"You beat up a girl!" the woman in the back yelled.
"How was I supposed to know? Tasuki didn't say anything about it being a girl!" the man shot back, pointing at Genro.
Adema leaned her head back trying to will the spots out of her vision as she regarded Genro accusingly. "You probably did it on purpose too, you selfish prick. Just to (cough) spite my brother."
Genro regarded her for a moment in confusion before he came forward, pushing the woman out of his way to kneel beside her and smirk.
"Well, little twit, I guess I shoulda taken ya more seriously in yer threats shouldn't I?"
"Damn straight." Adema coughed again, clutching her ribs and sucking air in through her teeth to fight down the pain.
"Sorry we were so rough on you," said a tall, tall man with more gravity defying hair.
"Comes with the job," she assured him with an amused smile.
"Well, you almost got away too, good for you, considering this is the Emperor's palace," complimented the first woman, the one in the vivid- colored robes. "Come now, enough talk, let's take care of these wounds and you can explain yourself later, since you two seem acquainted." The woman stared pointedly at Genro.
Adema could only nod vaguely. She pressed herself against the wall and levered herself to her feet. "See, I'm fine." She smiled with weak triumph at the gathered crowd before collapsing. "I think I hit my head though."
"That's alright child." the voice didn't get a chance to finish before Adema's vision swam and she sank gratefully into darkness.
Please R&R.
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Adema wiped the hair out of her face and yawned despite the daylight streaming in. She'd been up all night scouting this place. It was a complex just off of the Emperor's palace and she'd been watching it for three days, since one of her informants had told her a man matching the description of the one she sought had been seen entering and leaving the complex repeatedly. She had decided to make her move tonight. Tonight she would get her vengeance on the Genro of Mt. Leikaku.
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Adema crept along the corridor silently. She was clothed from head to toe in black; even her raven-violet hair had been bound and covered for this night's work. All that could be seen of her was her shadowed and smoky gray-violet eyes. She moved with natural stealth, honed through years of practice. This corridor would end in a 'T' and she would need to take the right turn, leading into the men's wing of this complex. She came to the intersection, pausing to check for signs of life from either direction before slinking around the corner and making her way with carefully checked eagerness towards the rooms she wanted, the rooms that belonged to Genro the bandit.
Cautiously, she slid the doors open, making sure not to leave it open in case someone went past. She moved slowly through the outer room, not taking any chances on ruining this perfect opportunity by alerting Genro to her interest in him, much less that she had gotten this close at all. She reached the inner door and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing in glee. She slunk into the bedchamber, reveling in the fact that this was going so perfectly. There, sprawled carelessly on the bed, was Genro, looking almost exactly as he had the day she'd first met him. His orange- red hair was a shade lighter perhaps, and shorter as well, and he was bigger amazingly. And there, resting in the hollow of his collarbone, was her mother's medallion. She seethed beneath the calm façade, wanting to scratch his eyes out for daring to wear her beloved mother's necklace. Instead she reined in her anger and focused it on her task. With painstaking care, she stalked over to the foot of the bed and slithered over the covers. She crouched, straddling him and carefully worked at the clasp of the necklace.
Then suddenly Genro turned over in his sleep, pinning Adema's leg and arm beneath him and resting his head on her breasts. Adema had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming out in outrage.
Calm down girl! You're almost done. Just get the necklace and then you can get out of here.
She carefully got the clasp open and worked the necklace off. She lovingly tucked it into her sleeve before settling herself to the task of extracting herself from Genro's leprous embrace. He yawned widely and stretched and Adema quickly kicked herself out of the bed, tangling her legs up in the sheets.
"Eh, wha?" came from the muffled bed.
Damn! Adema bounded to her feet only to crash into a table, sending something shattering to the floor. More shouts, confused and sleepy, came from the surrounding rooms. Double damn! Adema leapt up from the wreckage only to have to fight off an angry, though thankfully sleep-muddled Genro. She blocked his few vaguely half-hearted punches and made a mad dash for the door only to come up against an older man with hair that was clearly defying gravity if his silhouette in the doorframe was anything to go by. She leapt into a flying leap over the newcomer's defensive crouch. She rolled into the hallway wall and recovered herself enough to stumble a few more steps towards a window into the garden. She steeled herself and leapt for the window, feeling her leg protest as it was caught at the ankle. She was jerked sharply and her stomach hit the window-ledge. She yelped sharply in pain, trying to curl in on herself to ease the ache as she fought to keep her dinner down. She didn't have to fight long as her foot was released.
She tucked herself into a clumsy roll and came to halt at the edge of a koi pond, gasping for air and trying to force her pain aside. All she had to do was make it another two yards and she'd be out, she'd have this fiasco over with. She stood shakily and limped towards the garden's wall. She reached it and leaned against it for a moment to catch her breath. Pain shot through her as she was pinned against the wall by a heavy weight. She cried out and was instantly released. She slid slowly to the ground, one arm wrapped protectively around her ribs, the other dropping to the ground to support her as she let her forehead rest against the cold stone. Someone turned her around and she squinted against the glare of the lamps that had been summoned. Genro stood in the crowd around her but it wasn't he who was attending her now. Now it was a woman in rich garments and a man dressed similarly. They were trying to work at her face coverings. Suddenly she felt very tired and it was hard to breathe. She reached up and pulled at the knot on the side and the strips of black fell away. She heard men muttering and a woman's shocked exclamation.
"You beat up a girl!" the woman in the back yelled.
"How was I supposed to know? Tasuki didn't say anything about it being a girl!" the man shot back, pointing at Genro.
Adema leaned her head back trying to will the spots out of her vision as she regarded Genro accusingly. "You probably did it on purpose too, you selfish prick. Just to (cough) spite my brother."
Genro regarded her for a moment in confusion before he came forward, pushing the woman out of his way to kneel beside her and smirk.
"Well, little twit, I guess I shoulda taken ya more seriously in yer threats shouldn't I?"
"Damn straight." Adema coughed again, clutching her ribs and sucking air in through her teeth to fight down the pain.
"Sorry we were so rough on you," said a tall, tall man with more gravity defying hair.
"Comes with the job," she assured him with an amused smile.
"Well, you almost got away too, good for you, considering this is the Emperor's palace," complimented the first woman, the one in the vivid- colored robes. "Come now, enough talk, let's take care of these wounds and you can explain yourself later, since you two seem acquainted." The woman stared pointedly at Genro.
Adema could only nod vaguely. She pressed herself against the wall and levered herself to her feet. "See, I'm fine." She smiled with weak triumph at the gathered crowd before collapsing. "I think I hit my head though."
"That's alright child." the voice didn't get a chance to finish before Adema's vision swam and she sank gratefully into darkness.