Disclaimer: The only things in here that I own are Zenyu, the Zenyu
seishi, and Shula. Yui Watase owns the rest of the things in here. So if
you're looking to sue someone, go find another idiot! Wait a minute, did I
just insult myself...?
Chapter 4
Shula was awakened by Shu-Yan, telling her to go to the great room to eat breakfast with the other seishi. She got up nervously and went to the room. She took a seat across from Isoshi, who was busily talking to Tashiro. Just then, Marbu walked in. He sat down next to Shula, and spoke to Isoshi. "Please be kind enough to tell us of your past, Isoshi. And so Isoshi began. He had a mother and a father. He worked as a tutor in the local academy, and had heard about the gathering. "I had always wondered why I had this sign on my foot. Now I know," he looked around at the miko and the 4 warriors, who were looking at him with interest. "Yeah, I know I'm not going to be much of a help in battle, but I can help you outsmart the enemy," he said hopefully. The gang nodded, and went in their separate ways. As Shula followed Marbu to the throne room to learn more about the gods, Tikido brushed past her. She looked up at him, but he barely gave her a nod before walking off. 'He's really shy,' she thought, feeling a bit troubled. After her lessons, she walked out to the pond in the courtyard. Baiko was sitting by it, fishing. He looked at Shula as she sat by him. He cut her off before she could open her mouth. "No, I don't think there are any fish in here, and no, I'm not doing this because I love fishing. It's just a habit. Chichiri loves fishing and does it all the time. So, naturally, so do I." He sighed. "Oh, that's who you're a counterpart of," Shula realized, though it was obvious. But, since Shula never knew Chichiri, she didn't know Baiko was his counterpart. Baiko nodded his head. He looked at Shula and said, "You don't have to ask. I know what you're thinking. Why were you chosen to do this? How can you do this job when you know nothing about our world? Believe me. I know how it feels. You see, when Suzaku made a counterpart of himself, he also made a counterpart of his warriors. He took a piece from their hearts to make us. I have part of Chichiri's heart in mine, and he is a very close friend to Miaka, the Suzaku priestess. She told him all of her troubles, the same ones that you have know. Chichiri knew how she felt, so I know, too. But Suzaku did not duplicate his miko. He knew that the miko has to be chosen from the heart. You are the right one for this job. "The only advice I can give you, is this. You are strong. Zenyu would not have picked you if you weren't. I know you have had your share of losses in your life," here, Shula looked at him, amazed at how he knew that Lynne was dead, but then, "everyone has. But I know that if you take the time to learn, you will be a great priestess, perhaps even greater than Miaka. Though, it wouldn't be hard. She's a glutton and a klutz, but anyway, getting back to the point, take your time. First, you learn about yourself before you learn about others." Shula smiled as she remembered a phrase Socrates had said. It was almost exactly the same. She hugged Baiko's neck and walked away, ready to learn. Baiko smiled to himself, and to his surprise, he caught a fish. "Hey," he exclaimed. "This is kinda fun!"
The next morning, at her lessons on the history of the four gods, Marbu announced that Shula was done her lessons. She knew everything about the gods and their warriors and mikos, and she was ready to start gathering the other warriors. As Marbu picked up the ancient scroll of the Four Gods, Shula asked him a question. "Marbu, who was the warrior that you were made after?" Marbu looked at Shula with bright eyes. "I am the counterpart of the great emperor, Hotohori," he showed Shula the sign on his neck. "He was, and still is the greatest ruler that ever lived." Marbu walked up to Shula and said softly, "And I am glad to carry some of his traits." He leaned into Shula, and Shula's heart began to race. Before she knew it, he was a centimeter from her face. His eyes were all glossy. Then, suddenly, his eyes cleared. He stepped back quickly and forced a small laugh. "Oops. Sorry. Hotohori was in love with Miaka. He was always trying to get her. Damn traits!" he said quickly. "He picked up the scroll and started to scan it. Shula stepped back. She was scared that he might do that again. She made a mental note that if she ever met Hotohori, she should stay away from him. "It says here that the next warrior should have a symbol for.wait.I can't read it. There's a smudge over the symbol. Now we will not be able to gather the next warrior," Marbu stated, a little aggravated at the dumb scroll. Didn't anyone know how to wash their hands? He hoped that people in Shula's world were more civilized. Just then, Tashiro burst through the doors with Baiko, Isoshi, and Tikido behind him. He walked earnestly up to the emperor. "Can we go into town tonight? There's supposed to be a really big festival," he exclaimed. The others nodded eagerly. The emperor looked at the bright faces and said yes. There were cheers from all and that night, they went to town. Marbu stayed at he palace, though, because he was the emperor, and "couldn't partake in such festivals as informal as this". The festival was great. There were dancers and singers and even people who ate fire. Shula was surprised to find that people did this outside of the circus. The five of them watched contests and games, and Isoshi even won a contest on trivia. The four warriors were busy watching a wrestling contest, when someone snuck up from behind and grabbed Shula around the waist. They ran off with her, and there was so much noise from the festival that no one even heard Shula's screams. The kidnapper ran down a long alleyway that stopped in a dead end. The kidnapper set Shula down roughly, and Shula could see that the kidnapper was wearing all black. Three or four other people, men actually, in black appeared from the shadows. All Shula could see was their eyes, full of lust. She thought, disgusted, 'There are rapers in China, too? Man, this is a messed up world!' Shula stood up against the brick wall that made the dead end, and braced herself, ready to fight. She had won many a match in Karate, but that was only with two other opponents. She couldn't take on three or four. But she decided that she would fight them off as long as possible. Then they lunged at her. She kicked one in the forbidden zone, and punched one in the face. Another got hit in shoulder, and another received a broken wrist. But still they came at her. It wasn't long before he was pinned to the wall. She closed her eyes and started to pray it would be over soon, when a shrill scream pierced the air. A figure landed softly on the ground behind the kidnappers. The figure, also in black, motioned for the men to come and get them. Two of the perverts, who could never resist a challenge, ran towards the figure. With power and grace, the figure had them lying face down on the floor in no time. The others raced towards them, but ended up in the same state as the others. Shula looked gratefully at the figure. Then she noticed something about the figure. The figure had a figure! The black person took of the mask, and Shula stood in awe of them.
Liss: What did ya think? And don't tell me it was too long! That's just how I write. Deal with it. The real Liss: What are you doing, Soi? Liss (who's really Soi impersonating Liss): Uh, nothing! Liss: (gives Soi an intimidating look) Soi: Uh, gotta go know. Bye! (runs for her life to her room, locks the door, makes a huge barrier, and collapses on her bed. But, the bed isn't there because she used it in her barrier, so she falls on the floor) Liss: Ok then..... (raises eyebrows) Anyway.... Please review my story. You never do! You cheapos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And those who are reviewing my story right now, you are cheeseworthy! (don't ask)
Chapter 4
Shula was awakened by Shu-Yan, telling her to go to the great room to eat breakfast with the other seishi. She got up nervously and went to the room. She took a seat across from Isoshi, who was busily talking to Tashiro. Just then, Marbu walked in. He sat down next to Shula, and spoke to Isoshi. "Please be kind enough to tell us of your past, Isoshi. And so Isoshi began. He had a mother and a father. He worked as a tutor in the local academy, and had heard about the gathering. "I had always wondered why I had this sign on my foot. Now I know," he looked around at the miko and the 4 warriors, who were looking at him with interest. "Yeah, I know I'm not going to be much of a help in battle, but I can help you outsmart the enemy," he said hopefully. The gang nodded, and went in their separate ways. As Shula followed Marbu to the throne room to learn more about the gods, Tikido brushed past her. She looked up at him, but he barely gave her a nod before walking off. 'He's really shy,' she thought, feeling a bit troubled. After her lessons, she walked out to the pond in the courtyard. Baiko was sitting by it, fishing. He looked at Shula as she sat by him. He cut her off before she could open her mouth. "No, I don't think there are any fish in here, and no, I'm not doing this because I love fishing. It's just a habit. Chichiri loves fishing and does it all the time. So, naturally, so do I." He sighed. "Oh, that's who you're a counterpart of," Shula realized, though it was obvious. But, since Shula never knew Chichiri, she didn't know Baiko was his counterpart. Baiko nodded his head. He looked at Shula and said, "You don't have to ask. I know what you're thinking. Why were you chosen to do this? How can you do this job when you know nothing about our world? Believe me. I know how it feels. You see, when Suzaku made a counterpart of himself, he also made a counterpart of his warriors. He took a piece from their hearts to make us. I have part of Chichiri's heart in mine, and he is a very close friend to Miaka, the Suzaku priestess. She told him all of her troubles, the same ones that you have know. Chichiri knew how she felt, so I know, too. But Suzaku did not duplicate his miko. He knew that the miko has to be chosen from the heart. You are the right one for this job. "The only advice I can give you, is this. You are strong. Zenyu would not have picked you if you weren't. I know you have had your share of losses in your life," here, Shula looked at him, amazed at how he knew that Lynne was dead, but then, "everyone has. But I know that if you take the time to learn, you will be a great priestess, perhaps even greater than Miaka. Though, it wouldn't be hard. She's a glutton and a klutz, but anyway, getting back to the point, take your time. First, you learn about yourself before you learn about others." Shula smiled as she remembered a phrase Socrates had said. It was almost exactly the same. She hugged Baiko's neck and walked away, ready to learn. Baiko smiled to himself, and to his surprise, he caught a fish. "Hey," he exclaimed. "This is kinda fun!"
The next morning, at her lessons on the history of the four gods, Marbu announced that Shula was done her lessons. She knew everything about the gods and their warriors and mikos, and she was ready to start gathering the other warriors. As Marbu picked up the ancient scroll of the Four Gods, Shula asked him a question. "Marbu, who was the warrior that you were made after?" Marbu looked at Shula with bright eyes. "I am the counterpart of the great emperor, Hotohori," he showed Shula the sign on his neck. "He was, and still is the greatest ruler that ever lived." Marbu walked up to Shula and said softly, "And I am glad to carry some of his traits." He leaned into Shula, and Shula's heart began to race. Before she knew it, he was a centimeter from her face. His eyes were all glossy. Then, suddenly, his eyes cleared. He stepped back quickly and forced a small laugh. "Oops. Sorry. Hotohori was in love with Miaka. He was always trying to get her. Damn traits!" he said quickly. "He picked up the scroll and started to scan it. Shula stepped back. She was scared that he might do that again. She made a mental note that if she ever met Hotohori, she should stay away from him. "It says here that the next warrior should have a symbol for.wait.I can't read it. There's a smudge over the symbol. Now we will not be able to gather the next warrior," Marbu stated, a little aggravated at the dumb scroll. Didn't anyone know how to wash their hands? He hoped that people in Shula's world were more civilized. Just then, Tashiro burst through the doors with Baiko, Isoshi, and Tikido behind him. He walked earnestly up to the emperor. "Can we go into town tonight? There's supposed to be a really big festival," he exclaimed. The others nodded eagerly. The emperor looked at the bright faces and said yes. There were cheers from all and that night, they went to town. Marbu stayed at he palace, though, because he was the emperor, and "couldn't partake in such festivals as informal as this". The festival was great. There were dancers and singers and even people who ate fire. Shula was surprised to find that people did this outside of the circus. The five of them watched contests and games, and Isoshi even won a contest on trivia. The four warriors were busy watching a wrestling contest, when someone snuck up from behind and grabbed Shula around the waist. They ran off with her, and there was so much noise from the festival that no one even heard Shula's screams. The kidnapper ran down a long alleyway that stopped in a dead end. The kidnapper set Shula down roughly, and Shula could see that the kidnapper was wearing all black. Three or four other people, men actually, in black appeared from the shadows. All Shula could see was their eyes, full of lust. She thought, disgusted, 'There are rapers in China, too? Man, this is a messed up world!' Shula stood up against the brick wall that made the dead end, and braced herself, ready to fight. She had won many a match in Karate, but that was only with two other opponents. She couldn't take on three or four. But she decided that she would fight them off as long as possible. Then they lunged at her. She kicked one in the forbidden zone, and punched one in the face. Another got hit in shoulder, and another received a broken wrist. But still they came at her. It wasn't long before he was pinned to the wall. She closed her eyes and started to pray it would be over soon, when a shrill scream pierced the air. A figure landed softly on the ground behind the kidnappers. The figure, also in black, motioned for the men to come and get them. Two of the perverts, who could never resist a challenge, ran towards the figure. With power and grace, the figure had them lying face down on the floor in no time. The others raced towards them, but ended up in the same state as the others. Shula looked gratefully at the figure. Then she noticed something about the figure. The figure had a figure! The black person took of the mask, and Shula stood in awe of them.
Liss: What did ya think? And don't tell me it was too long! That's just how I write. Deal with it. The real Liss: What are you doing, Soi? Liss (who's really Soi impersonating Liss): Uh, nothing! Liss: (gives Soi an intimidating look) Soi: Uh, gotta go know. Bye! (runs for her life to her room, locks the door, makes a huge barrier, and collapses on her bed. But, the bed isn't there because she used it in her barrier, so she falls on the floor) Liss: Ok then..... (raises eyebrows) Anyway.... Please review my story. You never do! You cheapos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And those who are reviewing my story right now, you are cheeseworthy! (don't ask)
