Prologue

Boredom could not even come close to what Suzaku Shichiseisi Chichiri was feeling right now.  It had only been two and a half weeks, and he already hated his job of ruling Konan as Emperor.

The blue-haired monk wasn't the real Emperor, of course.  He had cast a transformation spell on himself that only made him look like the true Emperor, Hotohori.

Chichiri was, in the depths of his heart, beginning to regret that he had done such a good deed for Hotohori.  In masquerading as Hotohori while the real Emperor went off searching for the other Suzaku warriors, the monk had pretty effectively chained himself to the palace…and all of its duties.  Fishing was out of the question, since Emperors didn't do such trivial things, and besides, it was not safe for an Emperor to be outside for long periods of time.

However, the Emperor was allowed long periods of time by himself in the throne room, to think.  This supposedly helped the Emperor "think of fantastic ideas for the good of Konan."  What it gave Chichiri was a lot of time to be bored.  He was really starting to admire Hotohori, since the younger man obviously had an amount of patience that lasted to infinity and beyond.

Sighing, Chichiri walked up to a window and gazed at the beautiful garden just outside.

Outside.

Chichiri tried not to think about that, but it was too late.  He mentally felt sunlight, warm on his skin, and took a deep breath of air.  In his mind's eye, the monk recalled all of the places his wandering feet had taken his to visit.

He snapped back to reality and sighed again.  Chichiri moved away from the window before temptation took him over and he ran away from the palace to wander once more.  Having nothing else to do, he did a handstand.  Idly, he wondered how long he could hold the position.  Chichiri decided that after he found that out, maybe he would try walking on his hands.  He realized that he finally had something to do, and it was a completely pointless task, born from sheer boredom.  Another sigh escaped his lips.  My, wasn't he doing that a great deal lately.

"I really, really, really hope that they get back soon, no da."

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From his place in the realm of the gods, Suzaku watched Chichiri.  The god knew that it was the fate of mortals to suffer a little, but Chichiri's case was just too much.

"Perhaps I can take his mind off his boredom for a while," mused Suzaku aloud.  Waving his right hand over his mirror, the god changed the location and person he wished to see.

The image of a young woman appeared in the glass.  She was sitting on a couch, watching TV and snacking on Chee-tos.  Suzaku smiled fondly at the scene.

Calling up some of his power, the Guardian of the South prepared to speak telepathically to the woman.

A glowing red character materialized on the upper right arm of the woman – "ai," which translated to "love."  She immediately cleared her mind upon seeing it.  Then Suzaku spoke.

**Are you busy right now, my dear?  I need a favor.**

**You, a favor from me?!** she answered, definitely surprised.

**Yes.  If you are busy, let me know so that I may ask your sister.  But you are my first choice in this matter.**

**No, no, you needn't bother her; I'm not busy, so I'll do it.  It is a weekend, after all.  You just surprised me, that's all.  But I am honored you thought of me first.**

**You don't have to be so humble about it.  Is it really so surprising to you that I am asking you for a favor, for help?**  Even telepathically, Suzaku could make his voice sound as incredulous as he felt.

The woman was quick to reply.  **Well, yes!  It's usually the other way around with us when it comes to favors.**

**Naturally.  I am a god.**  If the god were anyone else, he would have added a "Duh."

**Yes, I am well aware of that fact.  Are we going to move on to that favor now?**

**Oh, yes, of course; I'm sorry.  One of my Celestial Warriors needs some company, here in this world.  I would like you to be that company.  Amuse him or something – just keep him happy.  He's been unhappy for far too long.  He needs a friend.**

**Ummm…about this "keep him company" thing…Would that involve me…ah…removing my clothes?**  The woman sounded nervous.

**OF COURSE NOT!  Chichiri is a MONK!  What kind of god do you think I am?!** Suzaku cried, sounding more than a little exasperated.  **Besides,** he continued, his voice softer and kinder, **I know how you feel about that sort of thing.  I do remember what happened.**

**Oh.  Sorry.  I guess I should have realized that.**  After a silence, the woman spoke again.  Just out of curiosity, why is Chichiri alone?**

**The others have gone with the Suzaku no Miko to search for the remaining warriors.**

**You have a Miko?!  I didn't know someone had been chosen to be the Priestess to summon you.**

**Yes, she is from your world.  You will meet her later on.**  The god didn't add that the woman already knew Miaka, the Priestess of Suzaku.  **Pack a bag.  You will be here for a little while.  Be ready to leave in an hour, please.  Good luck!**

Suzaku broke the connection, and the "ai" symbol on the woman's arm faded away.  She looked out the window and, setting her gaze on the endless blue sky, spoke aloud.

"As you wish, Father."

--*--*--

Within an hour, the woman was packed and ready to go.

**I am ready, Father.**

The only answer she received was a red light that surrounded her, its glow matching the crimson symbol on her arm that had reappeared.  And then she was gone. 

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Double Phoenixes: Twin Daughters of Suzaku

A Fanfic of Forbidden Love

By Cortney

Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and romantic scenes.

Summary: Who are the mysterious young women that appear in the world of the book?  What part will they play in the lives of the Suzaku and Seiryuu seishi and their Priestesses?  Find out!  I hope you enjoy my very first fanfic ever!

Note: **…** indicates telepathic talking.

Words in italics are thoughts of characters.

Disclaimer:  Fushigi Yuugi belongs to Yuu Watase, not me.  Please don't sue - I'm just a poor ninth grader who bows down to her genius!!!

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