Kougo Yuugi - Volume 1
C. Jirardesu
Disclaimer: Tamahome, Nuriko, Hotohori, and other Fushigi Yuugi characters are property of Yuu Watase. I do not claim ownership over any of the character, nor do I claim ownership over Fushigi Yuugi. I do not plan on turning this into a manga and selling it.
Word from the Author
The last chapter was pretty much the same as the original Fushigi Yuugi. There were minor differences though. In the end it turned out similar because it was pretty much hard for it not to. This chapter, however, is going to be much different from Fushigi Yuugi.
Thanks for the reviews, KittyLynne, I appreciate it. I do struggle with tense. I can sometimes catch myself in mid-sentence; while other times I can't. I do care a lot about my writing, I pride myself in it. Some day I wanna be a novelist.
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Chapter Two
Incident in the Market
Chimou was wakened to the neighing of a horse. Slowly her eyes opened and the sounds around her began to register. One of the fist things after the the horse that she heard was a man yelling angrily, "Get off the road, girl!" That was funny. What kind of girl would be on the road? Why was there a horse outside her house? "I said..." continued the man, "Get off the road!!"
Wait...that sounded like it was close. It finally registered that the blue thing she was looking up at was the sky. She jolted up to a sitting position and looked at the buggy at her side and the scowling man on it. Scambling to her feet, she got out of the way of the cursing man and watched him pass by.
"Where...?" she started but them remembered the book. "The book! I must be back...inside of it?"
Looking down at her clothes, she noted that they were now baggy on her female body. Her khakis were nearly falling down, and her blue long sleeved shirt easily passed her fingers, and her shoes seemed to feel like clown shoes.
Chimou couldn't help but notice the town the buggy was heading towards. It wasn't all that large, at least to her. Perhaps the natives in these parts probably would think it was highly populated. She noticed a large palace inside of the town and she concluded that it wasn't a town as much as it was a market place.
Shrugging, she decided she might as well experience something out of this book. What's the worst that could happen? So she began her walk to the small city.
The middle-aged woman sighed as she opened the door that leads to the garage and closed it behind her. This light haired woman was Chimou's mother. She looked about the room and cocked an eyebrow. It was about now when Chimou would come bounding from downstairs to greet her. Maybe he was busy with homework or something.
She walked up the stairs and then entered the kitchen. When she opened the refridgerator door her jaw dropped. Yesterday she had bought lemon pudding--Chimou's favorite dessert--and it was still in there now! The mother was beginning to become worried now.
"Chimou-chan?!" the frightened woman called down the vent that led down to Chimou's room. No answer.
Her body was numb as she rushed down the stairs. Whens he entered Chimou's bedroom, she found it dark. The computer was humming, but Chimou wasn't using it. The TV wasn't on. She flipped on the light and then she saw it, a worn book laying on the floor. Slowly, she bent over to pick it up. She found herself oddly cautious of the book for a reason she couldn't quite understand.
There was only one other place Chimou could be if he wasn't at home. It was so obvious too! It's a Friday night and Chimou isn't around, he has to be at Shannon's house. She will just call up the Eggerts, ask them if Chimou is okay and then have them put him on the phone so she could give him the scolding of a lifetime for not leaving her a note or something first.
She picked up the telephone and dialed the number to Shannon's house. There was a click and Shannon's father answered, "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Omlet. This is Lina Jirardesu." she replied.
The tone of the voice suddenly went through a transformation. Now it was bright and cheery. "Hello, Lina!" he began, "What can I do for you?"
"Is my son there?" Lina decided to cut right to the point.
There was a momentary pause and then the man answered, "Nope he isn't."
"What?" Lina couldn't believe what she was hearing. What happened to her little boy?!
The market place was bustling with activity. Merchants, peasents, and noble alike all seemed to be gathered into this one place for different reasons. From what Chimou could see, there seemed to be many travelers; and a few shady people as well. A few people were making comments about her presence.
"What kind of clothes are those?"
"Since when do women where pants?!"
"Who was that girl's mother?"
She paid little attention to these people; she was too busy with her own business to care.
There was an odd feeling coursing through Chimou's veins. She couldn't quite understand what the feeling was either. Could it be excitement? If so, why was she excited? Well, I guess it's just the fact of being in a book that gave her a good mood. Then a sudden thought uccored to Chimou: her mother. Chimou's mother was a bothersome and a worrying person. If she came home and she wasn't there, she would be in serious trouble when she got back.
Frowning, she thought that maybe she should go back. But then something suddenly happened. Somehow she knew that her mother had entered her room and was appraoching the book. Something told her that if the book was closed it wouldn't be a good thing for her. But before she could even act, her mother had picked up the book and closed it in the process.
Suddenly it struck her. She was stuck in this book with no one to look out for her, no one she knew was already, and there was nowhere she could go for help. A tear rolled down her cheek and a whimper escaped from her from deep inside of herself. But the pain was suddenly replaced by a feeling of independence and of anger. For many years she has been putting herself to the limit, getting good grades, keeping a good status, and trying to be the best she can be--all for her mother. Her mother had raised her not to embarrass her. Now, however, there were no rules to bind her. No homework to make her stay up late, and nothing to stop her from doing whatever she wanted.
It all was liberating, but she still felt alone. She wished that Shannon were here, or event that cute guy with the symbol on his forehead. Did she just think that guy was cute? No, she didn't mean it like that.
Shaking the thought, she wondered what she should do first. Hearing the stomping of armored feet marching on gravel, she turned her head and saw a precession heading towards the palace. She cocked an eyebrow and wondered if the president was in town or something.
"Did you see that girl with the strange baggy clothes walking around in the village?" one man said to another, trying to make coversation over their meal.
"No. What'd she look like?" the other man asked with very little interest.
The young man from Chimou's first visit to the book was interested though. Strange baggy clothes? It can't be... he thought to himself.
"Her shirt had long sleeves and was red!" the first man exclaimed.
"Red?! Is she royalty?" the second asked with great interest now.
"I don't know, but her pants were a light tan color." added the first man.
"Pants?!" the second asked in an outraged voice.
The boy now drowned the two men out and tried to remember the girl who knew martial arts in the clearing from before. After a second, he realized that the description of the clothes matched with the girl he saw. The symbol on his forehead appeared clearly and he had the sudden urge to go find this girl. He wasn't sure why, but he had to go now. So he obeyed and stood up and ran out of the restaurant.
If I were a small foreign looking girl, where would I go? he thought to himself and began to think. He noticed the precession and it seemed to stand out to him. "Could she be...?" began the young man curiously, "if she is, she's a damn fool!"
Curiosity had always been Chimou's biggest character flaw. She wasn't always hungry, and her mother had pushed good dining manners into her brain ever since she was old enough to hold a fork. She walked toward the precession, just to get a look at what was going on nothing more. So she did so, walking cautiously toward it. She stopped about 10 meters away from the soldiers and just observed things.
Inside the procession a voice came, "Sieze that girl!" Before Chimou even knew what was happening, she was surrounded by soldiers.
"Wh-What have I done?!" Chimou yelled. She wouldn't even try to fight. With this many soldiers it would be suicide.
Suddenly a tall figure jumped ot her side and said, "Do you always have to find yourself in trouble?!"
It didn't take long for Chimou to realize that it was the boy from before. "It's you! The boy with the symbol!"
Looking around him in a ready stance, he said, "Please... My name is Tamahome."
"My name is Chimo--" she stopped, not because the soldiers were closing in all around them, but because she thought that Chimou was not a feminine name.
"What?" Tamahome said as he looked for a way out of the situation.
"My name is Chimou Jirardesu." she finished, figuring it doesn't matter at this point.
Suddenly a voice cut through the circle of soldiers. "What are you doing?! You do not have the authorization to make such an order, Advisor!" And suddenly they all stopped as a beautiful looking young man in noble clothes approached Chimou and Tamahome. Chimou recognized the garments, this man was the emperor. Now she knew why eveeryone was acting so protective. She looked foreign so they probably saw her as a possible threat. "Excuse the actions of my party, Miss." Tamahome and the other soldiers bowed low to the emporer. "If you wouldn't mind, will your companion and you please be escorted to the Hong-nan* Palace?"
Chimou blinked with confusion and then answered, "Of course." She thought it would be an honor to see the inside of a Chinese palace. She knew that she had to be some place in China because of the name of the kingdom. Chimou knows her Asian history pretty well because she is half Japanese, and her mother had made her study the region.
The "companion" of Chimou remained silent. He really didn't like the sound of this. His street instincts were telling him that he shouldn't go with this mysterious girl--yet another part of him, an unknown part of him, was telling him that he has to go. It didn't matter how he felt about it. So he did just that.
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*I need remind you that this is based on the manga. In the manga, the characters refer to many of the key places and characters with their Chinese names. For those who only know the Japanese terms, I may have to add that section to the information part of the fan-fiction. If you think it would make a good addition, just speak it in a review and I'll put it in.
C. Jirardesu
Disclaimer: Tamahome, Nuriko, Hotohori, and other Fushigi Yuugi characters are property of Yuu Watase. I do not claim ownership over any of the character, nor do I claim ownership over Fushigi Yuugi. I do not plan on turning this into a manga and selling it.
Word from the Author
The last chapter was pretty much the same as the original Fushigi Yuugi. There were minor differences though. In the end it turned out similar because it was pretty much hard for it not to. This chapter, however, is going to be much different from Fushigi Yuugi.
Thanks for the reviews, KittyLynne, I appreciate it. I do struggle with tense. I can sometimes catch myself in mid-sentence; while other times I can't. I do care a lot about my writing, I pride myself in it. Some day I wanna be a novelist.
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Chapter Two
Incident in the Market
Chimou was wakened to the neighing of a horse. Slowly her eyes opened and the sounds around her began to register. One of the fist things after the the horse that she heard was a man yelling angrily, "Get off the road, girl!" That was funny. What kind of girl would be on the road? Why was there a horse outside her house? "I said..." continued the man, "Get off the road!!"
Wait...that sounded like it was close. It finally registered that the blue thing she was looking up at was the sky. She jolted up to a sitting position and looked at the buggy at her side and the scowling man on it. Scambling to her feet, she got out of the way of the cursing man and watched him pass by.
"Where...?" she started but them remembered the book. "The book! I must be back...inside of it?"
Looking down at her clothes, she noted that they were now baggy on her female body. Her khakis were nearly falling down, and her blue long sleeved shirt easily passed her fingers, and her shoes seemed to feel like clown shoes.
Chimou couldn't help but notice the town the buggy was heading towards. It wasn't all that large, at least to her. Perhaps the natives in these parts probably would think it was highly populated. She noticed a large palace inside of the town and she concluded that it wasn't a town as much as it was a market place.
Shrugging, she decided she might as well experience something out of this book. What's the worst that could happen? So she began her walk to the small city.
The middle-aged woman sighed as she opened the door that leads to the garage and closed it behind her. This light haired woman was Chimou's mother. She looked about the room and cocked an eyebrow. It was about now when Chimou would come bounding from downstairs to greet her. Maybe he was busy with homework or something.
She walked up the stairs and then entered the kitchen. When she opened the refridgerator door her jaw dropped. Yesterday she had bought lemon pudding--Chimou's favorite dessert--and it was still in there now! The mother was beginning to become worried now.
"Chimou-chan?!" the frightened woman called down the vent that led down to Chimou's room. No answer.
Her body was numb as she rushed down the stairs. Whens he entered Chimou's bedroom, she found it dark. The computer was humming, but Chimou wasn't using it. The TV wasn't on. She flipped on the light and then she saw it, a worn book laying on the floor. Slowly, she bent over to pick it up. She found herself oddly cautious of the book for a reason she couldn't quite understand.
There was only one other place Chimou could be if he wasn't at home. It was so obvious too! It's a Friday night and Chimou isn't around, he has to be at Shannon's house. She will just call up the Eggerts, ask them if Chimou is okay and then have them put him on the phone so she could give him the scolding of a lifetime for not leaving her a note or something first.
She picked up the telephone and dialed the number to Shannon's house. There was a click and Shannon's father answered, "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Omlet. This is Lina Jirardesu." she replied.
The tone of the voice suddenly went through a transformation. Now it was bright and cheery. "Hello, Lina!" he began, "What can I do for you?"
"Is my son there?" Lina decided to cut right to the point.
There was a momentary pause and then the man answered, "Nope he isn't."
"What?" Lina couldn't believe what she was hearing. What happened to her little boy?!
The market place was bustling with activity. Merchants, peasents, and noble alike all seemed to be gathered into this one place for different reasons. From what Chimou could see, there seemed to be many travelers; and a few shady people as well. A few people were making comments about her presence.
"What kind of clothes are those?"
"Since when do women where pants?!"
"Who was that girl's mother?"
She paid little attention to these people; she was too busy with her own business to care.
There was an odd feeling coursing through Chimou's veins. She couldn't quite understand what the feeling was either. Could it be excitement? If so, why was she excited? Well, I guess it's just the fact of being in a book that gave her a good mood. Then a sudden thought uccored to Chimou: her mother. Chimou's mother was a bothersome and a worrying person. If she came home and she wasn't there, she would be in serious trouble when she got back.
Frowning, she thought that maybe she should go back. But then something suddenly happened. Somehow she knew that her mother had entered her room and was appraoching the book. Something told her that if the book was closed it wouldn't be a good thing for her. But before she could even act, her mother had picked up the book and closed it in the process.
Suddenly it struck her. She was stuck in this book with no one to look out for her, no one she knew was already, and there was nowhere she could go for help. A tear rolled down her cheek and a whimper escaped from her from deep inside of herself. But the pain was suddenly replaced by a feeling of independence and of anger. For many years she has been putting herself to the limit, getting good grades, keeping a good status, and trying to be the best she can be--all for her mother. Her mother had raised her not to embarrass her. Now, however, there were no rules to bind her. No homework to make her stay up late, and nothing to stop her from doing whatever she wanted.
It all was liberating, but she still felt alone. She wished that Shannon were here, or event that cute guy with the symbol on his forehead. Did she just think that guy was cute? No, she didn't mean it like that.
Shaking the thought, she wondered what she should do first. Hearing the stomping of armored feet marching on gravel, she turned her head and saw a precession heading towards the palace. She cocked an eyebrow and wondered if the president was in town or something.
"Did you see that girl with the strange baggy clothes walking around in the village?" one man said to another, trying to make coversation over their meal.
"No. What'd she look like?" the other man asked with very little interest.
The young man from Chimou's first visit to the book was interested though. Strange baggy clothes? It can't be... he thought to himself.
"Her shirt had long sleeves and was red!" the first man exclaimed.
"Red?! Is she royalty?" the second asked with great interest now.
"I don't know, but her pants were a light tan color." added the first man.
"Pants?!" the second asked in an outraged voice.
The boy now drowned the two men out and tried to remember the girl who knew martial arts in the clearing from before. After a second, he realized that the description of the clothes matched with the girl he saw. The symbol on his forehead appeared clearly and he had the sudden urge to go find this girl. He wasn't sure why, but he had to go now. So he obeyed and stood up and ran out of the restaurant.
If I were a small foreign looking girl, where would I go? he thought to himself and began to think. He noticed the precession and it seemed to stand out to him. "Could she be...?" began the young man curiously, "if she is, she's a damn fool!"
Curiosity had always been Chimou's biggest character flaw. She wasn't always hungry, and her mother had pushed good dining manners into her brain ever since she was old enough to hold a fork. She walked toward the precession, just to get a look at what was going on nothing more. So she did so, walking cautiously toward it. She stopped about 10 meters away from the soldiers and just observed things.
Inside the procession a voice came, "Sieze that girl!" Before Chimou even knew what was happening, she was surrounded by soldiers.
"Wh-What have I done?!" Chimou yelled. She wouldn't even try to fight. With this many soldiers it would be suicide.
Suddenly a tall figure jumped ot her side and said, "Do you always have to find yourself in trouble?!"
It didn't take long for Chimou to realize that it was the boy from before. "It's you! The boy with the symbol!"
Looking around him in a ready stance, he said, "Please... My name is Tamahome."
"My name is Chimo--" she stopped, not because the soldiers were closing in all around them, but because she thought that Chimou was not a feminine name.
"What?" Tamahome said as he looked for a way out of the situation.
"My name is Chimou Jirardesu." she finished, figuring it doesn't matter at this point.
Suddenly a voice cut through the circle of soldiers. "What are you doing?! You do not have the authorization to make such an order, Advisor!" And suddenly they all stopped as a beautiful looking young man in noble clothes approached Chimou and Tamahome. Chimou recognized the garments, this man was the emperor. Now she knew why eveeryone was acting so protective. She looked foreign so they probably saw her as a possible threat. "Excuse the actions of my party, Miss." Tamahome and the other soldiers bowed low to the emporer. "If you wouldn't mind, will your companion and you please be escorted to the Hong-nan* Palace?"
Chimou blinked with confusion and then answered, "Of course." She thought it would be an honor to see the inside of a Chinese palace. She knew that she had to be some place in China because of the name of the kingdom. Chimou knows her Asian history pretty well because she is half Japanese, and her mother had made her study the region.
The "companion" of Chimou remained silent. He really didn't like the sound of this. His street instincts were telling him that he shouldn't go with this mysterious girl--yet another part of him, an unknown part of him, was telling him that he has to go. It didn't matter how he felt about it. So he did just that.
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*I need remind you that this is based on the manga. In the manga, the characters refer to many of the key places and characters with their Chinese names. For those who only know the Japanese terms, I may have to add that section to the information part of the fan-fiction. If you think it would make a good addition, just speak it in a review and I'll put it in.