Author's Note: I originally didn't want this to be chapters, but I decided
it was cuter. Aren't I doing a pretty good job of keeping Nuriko
genderless? There's a missing lemon scene, due to Fanfiction.net's NC-17
fic ban.
Disclaimer- The closest I am to possessing any of the Fushigi Yuugi characters is a box set my friend bought off a completely legitimate site. But if you find any places on e-bay where they're selling the Seishi, contact me.
Chapter 2- Amidst Collections of Recollections
I sighed. I could not concentrate on the paper work I was supposed to be completing. A slow lead-like feeling was leaking into my heart... like I was going to lose something I did not know I had.
'Or is it I know it but I cannot have it...?'
I had woken up unexpectedly one night, and had hugged Miaka's teddy bear (A/N: I thought Miaka's teddy bear was Tamahome!) for comfort and reassurance. It provided warmth, but not the warmth Miaka radiated towards Tamahome... the teddy bear wasn't warm like human warmth.
'Not nearly as loving as Nuriko.'
I gave up trying to concentrate and sat back and listened to the sudden rain. Making up my mind, I unexpectedly stood up. I had decided I wanted to have a wife by the time everyone had come back so I could prove to Nuriko I intended to keep my word and appease my superiors at the same time. I paced restlessly, and finally made my way to Nuriko's room. It was decorated femininely, with no hint of Nuriko's true gender. Another problem... My relationship with Nuriko always made the palace officials nervous since Nuriko was still officially included in my "Inner Seraglio" and expressed feelings of attracted nature and possibly love towards me, even after coming out into the open about being a male. I needed an heir to the throne, not a casual lover. I had vowed to love the Suzaku no Miko, and would remain with her and love her forever. A ribbon Nuriko had stole from my dressing table fluttered off the night stand.
'Silent omens make silent memories...'
~
The sensation of my skin gliding over Nuriko's shivering cold body gave me a certain dark pleasure. It is not that I was simply using Nuriko as a relationship to carry out in the spare bed on the balcony, since perhaps I truly did enjoy the smell of Nuriko's hair, the smell of Nuriko's clothes, and sounds of the precious gasps Nuriko made. Serene obscenity...
Months later,
"Your Highness!" echoed through the halls. The only person who ever dared to disturb me praying to Suzaku for Miaka's safety was Nuriko, so I smiled but did not bother turning around. "Hey Your Highness!!! Lunch is served!" I could tell Nuriko was in a female state of mind, so I did not think much of when a small and perfect hand slipped into mine. Abruptly, Nuriko stopped walking. Nuriko was just standing there watching me, with an expecting look as though waiting for me to say something.
"Yes? What is it, Nuriko?" I asked hesitantly. If this was going to be another love confession...
"Nothing. If we don't hurry up, lunch is going to get cold!" Nuriko's cheerful voice had returned and I found myself being dragged down the hall while pondering the questioning and expectant look on Nuriko's face.
Two evenings later, I was sitting in my library pouring over books gathered from all across the land in hopes of containing clues to make Miaka's journey to summoning Suzaku easier. The candle was burning low, and my eyes were slowly blurring while the chilly air numbed my body. There was a knock at the door, and an angelic someone draped a blanket around me.
"You shouldn't let the candle burn so low like that. Let me get another one for you..." Nuriko leaned over me to reach the candle, but in my haste to move the books away from the flame I accidentally off-balanced Nuriko. Nuriko collapsed onto me, causing the chair to tip over and spill it's contents onto the floor. If I had not been more aware, I could have sworn time stopped. Gazing into the eyes of the one that holds the most love for you when the love is forbidden can be a painful thing, and it is very hard to restrain yourself when a warm body is nearly melting into your own. I did not feel cold anymore, nor did I feel weary. I pushed Nuriko off myself and without thinking, I almost put a loving hand up to touch the face that shone with happiness when I was near.
'NO!...'
I violently stood up.
"I understand, Hotohori-sama. You want to protect her. That's all right. That's all right with me. I- I'll leave you alone to read now..." Nuriko turned to leave, and too busy to stop picking up the books that had fallen over, I did nothing to stop the departure.
It was two nights before the departure for the Shentso-Pao search was to be made. Nuriko was energetically overseeing the packing for the trip, ignoring the fact it was two in the morning and the palace was deserted for everyone was sleeping. A hop, a skip, and a jump later, a beaming little angel took my arm in theirs.
"Tonight kinda reminds me of our first night, eh Hotohori-sama?" I froze, then slowly relaxed after making sure no one was around to overhear.
"Yes, I suppose so. But what makes you really think that?" I answered. There was no need to get overly sentimental when it came to moments like this, so did not bother to give my voice much expression. Nuriko sighed patiently.
"Never mind. I was going to say it was because you and I were alone together, and you weren't too occupied to pay attention to me for once. But I guess you're not really that interested..." Nuriko trailed off.
"Well, there are memories."
"Memories?! Still that's all?!?"
"I beg you to lower your voice Nuriko, the guards could hear."
"Let them hear! I want everyone to hear! I'm a female! I'm YOUR female!"
"Memories?" I hissed harshly, losing my calm and regal facade. "I'll give you memories!" I heard Nuriko gasp in surprise as I pulled unrelentingly in the direction of my private bedchambers. I threw open the doors and nearly flung Nuriko into the room. I shut the doors with a bang, and proceeded to remove as much dignity as I have ever possessed by throwing my clothes off and leaping on top of Nuriko in an unrestrained manner. Nuriko let our a sharp whimper as my tongue trailed down and around the nipples of the lovely person under me, and then further down, and further, until...
"Ho...Hotoh...ori-samAH... your... tongue... is so... mmmmm... cOLD... ah..." Nuriko writhed in pleasure beneath me, and I steadily felt myself rising to the occasion.
~
A pang of iced rejection slithered through Nuriko's heart as Miaka tended the wounds endured from the enounter with that Seiryuu warrior. Faded glories...
'I even became his lover, more than once! And he still won't acknowledge me as anything close to Miaka...'
Nuriko knew it was pointless to even try to be angry with Miaka, since it wasn't her fault Hotohori had devoted himself to only her. And besides, Nuriko wasn't even sure what feelings to harbor for Miaka either. It wasn't jealousy, as much as Nuriko hated to admit it. It almost the opposite, in fact.
'Is it...? No... it couldn't be... could it?'
Nuriko smiled despite the uncertainty. Hotohori was missed more than anything on journey's like this, but it still felt good to be out in the fresh air to think over things in private.
A tense situtation between Miaka and Tamahome followed, so Nuriko insisted Miaka stayed behind while a talk with Tamahome was in order. The next day, it felt like a weight had been lifted of Nuriko's chest after telling Tamahome about the sudden feelings for Miaka and explaining about friendships that had come into play. Heading out alone towards the Black Mountain to find the Shentso-Pao, Nuriko rememebered the dream-like love making that had taken place shortly before the Genbu departure... for what Nuriko did not know was the last time.
~
*missing lemon scene*
~
Tragedy befalls...
Nuriko felt an excruciating pain on the right side of the abdomen, and sadness begin to tear at the deepest corner of emotions hidden beneath ages of heartening confidence. And at that moment, a terrible icy cold wind chilled the souls of 7 people. A glittering star in the heaven's had just been extinguished- Nuriko was dead.
~
I paused for a moment, as though someone was remembering the same moment I was. But barely less than a minute later, it was a though someone was burrying an icy bade in my heart. I knew not what it was, only that my beloved Miaka was save. My servants were waiting for me to sign official documents, and I could not waste my time on childish musings. But little did I know it was all about to unravel...
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Disclaimer- The closest I am to possessing any of the Fushigi Yuugi characters is a box set my friend bought off a completely legitimate site. But if you find any places on e-bay where they're selling the Seishi, contact me.
Chapter 2- Amidst Collections of Recollections
I sighed. I could not concentrate on the paper work I was supposed to be completing. A slow lead-like feeling was leaking into my heart... like I was going to lose something I did not know I had.
'Or is it I know it but I cannot have it...?'
I had woken up unexpectedly one night, and had hugged Miaka's teddy bear (A/N: I thought Miaka's teddy bear was Tamahome!) for comfort and reassurance. It provided warmth, but not the warmth Miaka radiated towards Tamahome... the teddy bear wasn't warm like human warmth.
'Not nearly as loving as Nuriko.'
I gave up trying to concentrate and sat back and listened to the sudden rain. Making up my mind, I unexpectedly stood up. I had decided I wanted to have a wife by the time everyone had come back so I could prove to Nuriko I intended to keep my word and appease my superiors at the same time. I paced restlessly, and finally made my way to Nuriko's room. It was decorated femininely, with no hint of Nuriko's true gender. Another problem... My relationship with Nuriko always made the palace officials nervous since Nuriko was still officially included in my "Inner Seraglio" and expressed feelings of attracted nature and possibly love towards me, even after coming out into the open about being a male. I needed an heir to the throne, not a casual lover. I had vowed to love the Suzaku no Miko, and would remain with her and love her forever. A ribbon Nuriko had stole from my dressing table fluttered off the night stand.
'Silent omens make silent memories...'
~
The sensation of my skin gliding over Nuriko's shivering cold body gave me a certain dark pleasure. It is not that I was simply using Nuriko as a relationship to carry out in the spare bed on the balcony, since perhaps I truly did enjoy the smell of Nuriko's hair, the smell of Nuriko's clothes, and sounds of the precious gasps Nuriko made. Serene obscenity...
Months later,
"Your Highness!" echoed through the halls. The only person who ever dared to disturb me praying to Suzaku for Miaka's safety was Nuriko, so I smiled but did not bother turning around. "Hey Your Highness!!! Lunch is served!" I could tell Nuriko was in a female state of mind, so I did not think much of when a small and perfect hand slipped into mine. Abruptly, Nuriko stopped walking. Nuriko was just standing there watching me, with an expecting look as though waiting for me to say something.
"Yes? What is it, Nuriko?" I asked hesitantly. If this was going to be another love confession...
"Nothing. If we don't hurry up, lunch is going to get cold!" Nuriko's cheerful voice had returned and I found myself being dragged down the hall while pondering the questioning and expectant look on Nuriko's face.
Two evenings later, I was sitting in my library pouring over books gathered from all across the land in hopes of containing clues to make Miaka's journey to summoning Suzaku easier. The candle was burning low, and my eyes were slowly blurring while the chilly air numbed my body. There was a knock at the door, and an angelic someone draped a blanket around me.
"You shouldn't let the candle burn so low like that. Let me get another one for you..." Nuriko leaned over me to reach the candle, but in my haste to move the books away from the flame I accidentally off-balanced Nuriko. Nuriko collapsed onto me, causing the chair to tip over and spill it's contents onto the floor. If I had not been more aware, I could have sworn time stopped. Gazing into the eyes of the one that holds the most love for you when the love is forbidden can be a painful thing, and it is very hard to restrain yourself when a warm body is nearly melting into your own. I did not feel cold anymore, nor did I feel weary. I pushed Nuriko off myself and without thinking, I almost put a loving hand up to touch the face that shone with happiness when I was near.
'NO!...'
I violently stood up.
"I understand, Hotohori-sama. You want to protect her. That's all right. That's all right with me. I- I'll leave you alone to read now..." Nuriko turned to leave, and too busy to stop picking up the books that had fallen over, I did nothing to stop the departure.
It was two nights before the departure for the Shentso-Pao search was to be made. Nuriko was energetically overseeing the packing for the trip, ignoring the fact it was two in the morning and the palace was deserted for everyone was sleeping. A hop, a skip, and a jump later, a beaming little angel took my arm in theirs.
"Tonight kinda reminds me of our first night, eh Hotohori-sama?" I froze, then slowly relaxed after making sure no one was around to overhear.
"Yes, I suppose so. But what makes you really think that?" I answered. There was no need to get overly sentimental when it came to moments like this, so did not bother to give my voice much expression. Nuriko sighed patiently.
"Never mind. I was going to say it was because you and I were alone together, and you weren't too occupied to pay attention to me for once. But I guess you're not really that interested..." Nuriko trailed off.
"Well, there are memories."
"Memories?! Still that's all?!?"
"I beg you to lower your voice Nuriko, the guards could hear."
"Let them hear! I want everyone to hear! I'm a female! I'm YOUR female!"
"Memories?" I hissed harshly, losing my calm and regal facade. "I'll give you memories!" I heard Nuriko gasp in surprise as I pulled unrelentingly in the direction of my private bedchambers. I threw open the doors and nearly flung Nuriko into the room. I shut the doors with a bang, and proceeded to remove as much dignity as I have ever possessed by throwing my clothes off and leaping on top of Nuriko in an unrestrained manner. Nuriko let our a sharp whimper as my tongue trailed down and around the nipples of the lovely person under me, and then further down, and further, until...
"Ho...Hotoh...ori-samAH... your... tongue... is so... mmmmm... cOLD... ah..." Nuriko writhed in pleasure beneath me, and I steadily felt myself rising to the occasion.
~
A pang of iced rejection slithered through Nuriko's heart as Miaka tended the wounds endured from the enounter with that Seiryuu warrior. Faded glories...
'I even became his lover, more than once! And he still won't acknowledge me as anything close to Miaka...'
Nuriko knew it was pointless to even try to be angry with Miaka, since it wasn't her fault Hotohori had devoted himself to only her. And besides, Nuriko wasn't even sure what feelings to harbor for Miaka either. It wasn't jealousy, as much as Nuriko hated to admit it. It almost the opposite, in fact.
'Is it...? No... it couldn't be... could it?'
Nuriko smiled despite the uncertainty. Hotohori was missed more than anything on journey's like this, but it still felt good to be out in the fresh air to think over things in private.
A tense situtation between Miaka and Tamahome followed, so Nuriko insisted Miaka stayed behind while a talk with Tamahome was in order. The next day, it felt like a weight had been lifted of Nuriko's chest after telling Tamahome about the sudden feelings for Miaka and explaining about friendships that had come into play. Heading out alone towards the Black Mountain to find the Shentso-Pao, Nuriko rememebered the dream-like love making that had taken place shortly before the Genbu departure... for what Nuriko did not know was the last time.
~
*missing lemon scene*
~
Tragedy befalls...
Nuriko felt an excruciating pain on the right side of the abdomen, and sadness begin to tear at the deepest corner of emotions hidden beneath ages of heartening confidence. And at that moment, a terrible icy cold wind chilled the souls of 7 people. A glittering star in the heaven's had just been extinguished- Nuriko was dead.
~
I paused for a moment, as though someone was remembering the same moment I was. But barely less than a minute later, it was a though someone was burrying an icy bade in my heart. I knew not what it was, only that my beloved Miaka was save. My servants were waiting for me to sign official documents, and I could not waste my time on childish musings. But little did I know it was all about to unravel...
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