Senshi no Suzaku
Chapter 1: Mamoru no Omoiha Eienni, Mirakuru (Protecter of Eternal Wishes, Mirakuru)
The New Power in Konan
Mirakuru found herself pinned to the wall. Her arms were held by some kind of metallic bar. She couldn't move and could do nothing as she watched her friends scream for mercy. "Kaku-chan! Denset-chan! Daiko-chan!" Men were all around them. *Their trying to, to rape them!* Daikonsen was on her back, tears running down her cheeks and a man, was untop of her yanking off her shirt. She was only in her jeans and bra. All he had to do was--"Uhhh!" Mirakuru pulled forward--nothing. *Damn it!*
"Stop, please!" Two younger men pulled on Densetsu's short dark hair. She elbowed one in the ribs and he fell to his feet, but the other forced her against the cement alley wall. She desperately held back her tears. She looked Kakusei right in the eyes and watched her let out a cry as another man striped her of her dignity.
"Let them go!" Mirakuru's voice grow louder as she let out an ear piercing whale.
Meanwhile, a 15 year old girl heard the scream from the inside of the palace and ran out of her room, down the hall, pass the courtyard, and down another series of complex hallways. She skidded to a stop and immeadiately opened the door of another room. "Hotohori! I heard a scream from outside the palace! We must--"
"--check on the outside walls!" He grabbed a sword by the edge of his bed. "Get the others, tell them I may need their help." He ran speedily out of his chambers and out of the palace, passing a few guards on the way. "Protect the palace!"
Miaka ran down a set of stairs to the docks, "Tamahome!" She yelled her lover's name. "Tamahome!" Her brown hair blew softly in the cooling air as her green eyes flashed with determination.
"What is it?" A voice came from behind her.
"Tamahome," she said as she whirled around. "Did you hear the scream?" She looked him in the eyes.
"Yeah," he smiled. "But I thought is was just you after you finished your diner and realized you'd eaten it all." He playfully laughed.
"No it was not me!" She smirked. "It came from outside the palace and Hotohori went to check it out! He said he might need all of your guys help." She desprately wanted to kiss him, but remember Tihitscun's words.. "Now go!... But be careful."
"I wonder how much I could make for this." Miaka slapped Tamahome right over the head at his remark.
"GO!"
"Okay, okay!" He said rubbing his head. "I'm going!" She watched him run off and a few others came up behind her.
"Where's he off to?" Chichiri said standing next to Nuriko and Tasuki.
"There's gonna be a fight! Follow him!" Miaka frowned when they didn't move.
"What in the world are you talking about, Miaka?" Nuriko felt her fore head. "Are you sick?"
His motherly voice made her blush. *Remember Miaka,* she told herself, *He's a guy.*
"No! I'm not sick. Go help Hotohori and my Tama-honey!" She smirked.
"Tama-honey!" Tasuki teased. "You got pet names now... and after he tried to kill you and almost kill me. I'm disapointed in you, Miaka." He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "And to think he did that."
"It wasn't his flaut!" Miaka's arms frailed up and down.
"Well, if his Highness is fighting, I'll be there." Nuriko said with hearts in his eyes, his hands in a prayer mode.
Chiriko giggled. "Seems to me we should go take a look. They might need our help, after all, we are destined as the Suzaku warriors to protect the Priestess."
"That's right," Chichiri nodded. "We should go right away, you know."
"Hmm." Mitsukake nodded as well. "Let's hurry."
The Priestess watched them head towards the northern gate. Turning around slightly she looked at her reflection in the water. *I should really go help them.* She followed her heart and followed her friends and protectors.
Hotohori rounded the corner and saw an unbelievable sight. A teenager was fighting at least half-a-dozen men. "Ahh!" He jammed one in the stomach and punched him right in the face sending him into a spin as he hit the ground hard. "I will never forgive you, for what you have down!" Tears ran down the warriors cheeks. Another came at him from the left and he tasted the dirt in one swift kick. "Damn you!" The boy spat on the ground and silently a large, muscular man came from behind him. Swiftly he flipped over the man and gave him a powerful blow the back of the head. He fell unconsciously to the ground. One came from the side and he kicked him into the cement, hard-packed wall. It cracked slightly and Hotorhori's eyes widened in surprise.
*No normal person could do that. But how did he--* One more, probably the largest man Hotohori had ever seen, through a fist at the boy and he caught it only an inch from his face. His blue eyes shattered the other's confidence as he bent his hand back and the other cried in pain.
"What's the matter? Am I to tough for you?" He smiled and kneed him right between his legs. He then recieved a kick right in the face and fell sharply hit the cement wall. "Never--ever--touch my friends again--or I'll hunt you down like the dog you are."
An almost red aura surrounded him. "Suzaku..." Hotohori whipered Suzaku's name. The boy turned to Hotohori, and the Emperor saw the burning tears running down the warriors cheeks. Tamahome ran from behind and stopped behind his friend.
"What happ--" Hotohori silenced him. A moment later Miaka and the other saw the same pain Hotohori saw in the boy's eyes. His dark brown hair hung into his eyes. Blood dripped from his face and hands. None of it was his, but the others. He looked down at his hands and saw the bloodstained flesh. Surging with anger he turned and a long ponytail streamed down his back. "A women..." Tamahome's breath was lost.
Nuriko and Miaka were both brought to tears. The mistaken girl screamed out and through her fist into the cement wall in brought it crashing down to rubble and dust. She turned back to the strangers and saw the weary look in the Emperor's eyes. Out of nowhere, she through herself into the arms of this handsome stanger. Hotohori didn't dare refuse the embrace and wrapped his arms around the girl. He felt the wetness of her tears against his chest and his heart began to race. "Please..." She began to speak so softly, not exactly what he had expected from the fierce women he'd just seen a moment ago. "Please, help my friends..." Hotohori then noticed the almost lifeless bodies of three older girls.
"Chichiri, Tasuki, Tamahome," he called them.
"Yes, your highness." Chichiri and the others quickly went to the girls' aid. Chichiri reached the furthest, an older dark haired beauty, and slipped his arms underneath her. Her face was cut as well as her body. Her shirt had been undone just enough to see her breasts. He ignored it and carried her over to Mitsukake.
Tamahome lifted a younger girl into his arms and saw the pain in her eyes. The dark purple depths of her eyes cried out to him and tears ran down into her mouth. Her hair almost hit the ground, every lavender lock shinning like a magnificant stellar body.
"Uh..." She tried to speak.
"Hush," His voice soothed and he smiled. "You'll be alright." He looked ahead to his friends. Miaka's eyes met his and he could decide whether or not he was proud of what he'd done or not. He knew Miaka would be jealous, but he smiled at her anyway, trying not to look down at the girl in his arms, after all she was only wearing a bra and jeans.
"Tasuki?" The bright eyed women tried smiled. Her green hair trailed down her the middle of her back and her dark brown eyes shinned.
"Actually," Tasuki blushed,"Yeah." He smiled his eyes shut tight, trying not to met her eyes, afraid he wouldn't be able to turn away. "I'm Kakusei," she said and then fainted in his arms. "Women," he flattered himself. "They are always falling all over me."
"Tasuki!" Nuriko growled whipping away his tears. "Please, stop." Tears streamed down his cheeks.
Tasuki's confident look changed to concerned. *What's up with him?*
"Nuriko." Hotohori called over his shoulder.
Nuriko turned to attention. "Yes Highness?"
"Nuriko..." His eyes felt his pain.
"Please, Hotohori--" Nuriko blushed. "Emperor," He corrected himself. "Let me take her."
Gently Nuriko took the girl into his arms. Tears running down both their cheecks. Once they were united within the embrace there was a senseable connection between the two. "Nuriko..." She whispered his name. The blood on her hands stung at her heart.
"Mirakuru," Daikonsen called from Tamahome and Miaka's protection. "Thank you." She now had Tamahome's shirt on and found herself fighting back tears.
"Yeah," Densetsu smiled, Chichiri had brought the girl over to Mitsukake and her wounds were healed.
"You're such a good friend, Mirakuru." Kakusei had revieved conscious and had found safety in Tasuki's arms. She clung to him tightly and he was a little confused but went along. *I think I'm starting to like girls.*
"Mirakuru," Nuriko softly spoke her name for the first time. The sound rolled off his lips like a summer breeze, so gentle and peaceful. *What a pretty name.* "To save your friends innocence like that, was very noble of you."
"No..." Her voice was very depressing. "No, I didn't do anything worth the title of noble or heroic."
"How can you say that?!" Nuriko forced her to look into his eyes.
"I drew blood... I do not use my abilities for dark purposes." She turned away. "I did it out of arrogance, not for anyone else."
"That's how you destroyed the wall."
"Yes!" She returned to his eyes. "The anger inside of me, is too strong!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She forced herself away and ran out of sight through the forest of ancient China.
"Mirakuru!" Her friends cried out her name. Daikonsen pushed herself to get up out of Tamahome's arms and followed her friend. She ran a few hundred yards and fell to her knees.
*No! I have to keep going.* Miaka was close behind her and dropped down beside her.
"Stop!" Miaka touched her shoulder. "You're to weak to chase after her, let one of us do it. K?" Miaka smiled her same loving smile and tried to make it a positive situation.
Daikonsen blinked a moment and them smiled her best. "Okay!"
"I'll go." Hotohori's hair had fallen out of his ponytail and her took off after Mirakuru.
Chapter 1: Mamoru no Omoiha Eienni, Mirakuru (Protecter of Eternal Wishes, Mirakuru)
The New Power in Konan
Mirakuru found herself pinned to the wall. Her arms were held by some kind of metallic bar. She couldn't move and could do nothing as she watched her friends scream for mercy. "Kaku-chan! Denset-chan! Daiko-chan!" Men were all around them. *Their trying to, to rape them!* Daikonsen was on her back, tears running down her cheeks and a man, was untop of her yanking off her shirt. She was only in her jeans and bra. All he had to do was--"Uhhh!" Mirakuru pulled forward--nothing. *Damn it!*
"Stop, please!" Two younger men pulled on Densetsu's short dark hair. She elbowed one in the ribs and he fell to his feet, but the other forced her against the cement alley wall. She desperately held back her tears. She looked Kakusei right in the eyes and watched her let out a cry as another man striped her of her dignity.
"Let them go!" Mirakuru's voice grow louder as she let out an ear piercing whale.
Meanwhile, a 15 year old girl heard the scream from the inside of the palace and ran out of her room, down the hall, pass the courtyard, and down another series of complex hallways. She skidded to a stop and immeadiately opened the door of another room. "Hotohori! I heard a scream from outside the palace! We must--"
"--check on the outside walls!" He grabbed a sword by the edge of his bed. "Get the others, tell them I may need their help." He ran speedily out of his chambers and out of the palace, passing a few guards on the way. "Protect the palace!"
Miaka ran down a set of stairs to the docks, "Tamahome!" She yelled her lover's name. "Tamahome!" Her brown hair blew softly in the cooling air as her green eyes flashed with determination.
"What is it?" A voice came from behind her.
"Tamahome," she said as she whirled around. "Did you hear the scream?" She looked him in the eyes.
"Yeah," he smiled. "But I thought is was just you after you finished your diner and realized you'd eaten it all." He playfully laughed.
"No it was not me!" She smirked. "It came from outside the palace and Hotohori went to check it out! He said he might need all of your guys help." She desprately wanted to kiss him, but remember Tihitscun's words.. "Now go!... But be careful."
"I wonder how much I could make for this." Miaka slapped Tamahome right over the head at his remark.
"GO!"
"Okay, okay!" He said rubbing his head. "I'm going!" She watched him run off and a few others came up behind her.
"Where's he off to?" Chichiri said standing next to Nuriko and Tasuki.
"There's gonna be a fight! Follow him!" Miaka frowned when they didn't move.
"What in the world are you talking about, Miaka?" Nuriko felt her fore head. "Are you sick?"
His motherly voice made her blush. *Remember Miaka,* she told herself, *He's a guy.*
"No! I'm not sick. Go help Hotohori and my Tama-honey!" She smirked.
"Tama-honey!" Tasuki teased. "You got pet names now... and after he tried to kill you and almost kill me. I'm disapointed in you, Miaka." He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "And to think he did that."
"It wasn't his flaut!" Miaka's arms frailed up and down.
"Well, if his Highness is fighting, I'll be there." Nuriko said with hearts in his eyes, his hands in a prayer mode.
Chiriko giggled. "Seems to me we should go take a look. They might need our help, after all, we are destined as the Suzaku warriors to protect the Priestess."
"That's right," Chichiri nodded. "We should go right away, you know."
"Hmm." Mitsukake nodded as well. "Let's hurry."
The Priestess watched them head towards the northern gate. Turning around slightly she looked at her reflection in the water. *I should really go help them.* She followed her heart and followed her friends and protectors.
Hotohori rounded the corner and saw an unbelievable sight. A teenager was fighting at least half-a-dozen men. "Ahh!" He jammed one in the stomach and punched him right in the face sending him into a spin as he hit the ground hard. "I will never forgive you, for what you have down!" Tears ran down the warriors cheeks. Another came at him from the left and he tasted the dirt in one swift kick. "Damn you!" The boy spat on the ground and silently a large, muscular man came from behind him. Swiftly he flipped over the man and gave him a powerful blow the back of the head. He fell unconsciously to the ground. One came from the side and he kicked him into the cement, hard-packed wall. It cracked slightly and Hotorhori's eyes widened in surprise.
*No normal person could do that. But how did he--* One more, probably the largest man Hotohori had ever seen, through a fist at the boy and he caught it only an inch from his face. His blue eyes shattered the other's confidence as he bent his hand back and the other cried in pain.
"What's the matter? Am I to tough for you?" He smiled and kneed him right between his legs. He then recieved a kick right in the face and fell sharply hit the cement wall. "Never--ever--touch my friends again--or I'll hunt you down like the dog you are."
An almost red aura surrounded him. "Suzaku..." Hotohori whipered Suzaku's name. The boy turned to Hotohori, and the Emperor saw the burning tears running down the warriors cheeks. Tamahome ran from behind and stopped behind his friend.
"What happ--" Hotohori silenced him. A moment later Miaka and the other saw the same pain Hotohori saw in the boy's eyes. His dark brown hair hung into his eyes. Blood dripped from his face and hands. None of it was his, but the others. He looked down at his hands and saw the bloodstained flesh. Surging with anger he turned and a long ponytail streamed down his back. "A women..." Tamahome's breath was lost.
Nuriko and Miaka were both brought to tears. The mistaken girl screamed out and through her fist into the cement wall in brought it crashing down to rubble and dust. She turned back to the strangers and saw the weary look in the Emperor's eyes. Out of nowhere, she through herself into the arms of this handsome stanger. Hotohori didn't dare refuse the embrace and wrapped his arms around the girl. He felt the wetness of her tears against his chest and his heart began to race. "Please..." She began to speak so softly, not exactly what he had expected from the fierce women he'd just seen a moment ago. "Please, help my friends..." Hotohori then noticed the almost lifeless bodies of three older girls.
"Chichiri, Tasuki, Tamahome," he called them.
"Yes, your highness." Chichiri and the others quickly went to the girls' aid. Chichiri reached the furthest, an older dark haired beauty, and slipped his arms underneath her. Her face was cut as well as her body. Her shirt had been undone just enough to see her breasts. He ignored it and carried her over to Mitsukake.
Tamahome lifted a younger girl into his arms and saw the pain in her eyes. The dark purple depths of her eyes cried out to him and tears ran down into her mouth. Her hair almost hit the ground, every lavender lock shinning like a magnificant stellar body.
"Uh..." She tried to speak.
"Hush," His voice soothed and he smiled. "You'll be alright." He looked ahead to his friends. Miaka's eyes met his and he could decide whether or not he was proud of what he'd done or not. He knew Miaka would be jealous, but he smiled at her anyway, trying not to look down at the girl in his arms, after all she was only wearing a bra and jeans.
"Tasuki?" The bright eyed women tried smiled. Her green hair trailed down her the middle of her back and her dark brown eyes shinned.
"Actually," Tasuki blushed,"Yeah." He smiled his eyes shut tight, trying not to met her eyes, afraid he wouldn't be able to turn away. "I'm Kakusei," she said and then fainted in his arms. "Women," he flattered himself. "They are always falling all over me."
"Tasuki!" Nuriko growled whipping away his tears. "Please, stop." Tears streamed down his cheeks.
Tasuki's confident look changed to concerned. *What's up with him?*
"Nuriko." Hotohori called over his shoulder.
Nuriko turned to attention. "Yes Highness?"
"Nuriko..." His eyes felt his pain.
"Please, Hotohori--" Nuriko blushed. "Emperor," He corrected himself. "Let me take her."
Gently Nuriko took the girl into his arms. Tears running down both their cheecks. Once they were united within the embrace there was a senseable connection between the two. "Nuriko..." She whispered his name. The blood on her hands stung at her heart.
"Mirakuru," Daikonsen called from Tamahome and Miaka's protection. "Thank you." She now had Tamahome's shirt on and found herself fighting back tears.
"Yeah," Densetsu smiled, Chichiri had brought the girl over to Mitsukake and her wounds were healed.
"You're such a good friend, Mirakuru." Kakusei had revieved conscious and had found safety in Tasuki's arms. She clung to him tightly and he was a little confused but went along. *I think I'm starting to like girls.*
"Mirakuru," Nuriko softly spoke her name for the first time. The sound rolled off his lips like a summer breeze, so gentle and peaceful. *What a pretty name.* "To save your friends innocence like that, was very noble of you."
"No..." Her voice was very depressing. "No, I didn't do anything worth the title of noble or heroic."
"How can you say that?!" Nuriko forced her to look into his eyes.
"I drew blood... I do not use my abilities for dark purposes." She turned away. "I did it out of arrogance, not for anyone else."
"That's how you destroyed the wall."
"Yes!" She returned to his eyes. "The anger inside of me, is too strong!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She forced herself away and ran out of sight through the forest of ancient China.
"Mirakuru!" Her friends cried out her name. Daikonsen pushed herself to get up out of Tamahome's arms and followed her friend. She ran a few hundred yards and fell to her knees.
*No! I have to keep going.* Miaka was close behind her and dropped down beside her.
"Stop!" Miaka touched her shoulder. "You're to weak to chase after her, let one of us do it. K?" Miaka smiled her same loving smile and tried to make it a positive situation.
Daikonsen blinked a moment and them smiled her best. "Okay!"
"I'll go." Hotohori's hair had fallen out of his ponytail and her took off after Mirakuru.