Author's Note: Does anyone have any idea what houki means? During Sailor
Moon, a friend and I picked up it meant broom. Afterwards, I asked my
Japanese teacher, and he confirmed it. Can anyone explain why the heck
Hotohori married someone who's name means broom? Anyway, please review!!!
This is the last chapter for this fic, but I'm wondering if I should try my
hand at other Fushigi Yuugi fics... This chapter is going to be short,
sweet, and sad.
(To anyone who noticed- my apologies for spelling Miaka's name wrong during the occasional Miaka/Tamahome banter in chapter 1, and the numerous spelling errors I somehow overlooked in the second chapter.)
Chapter 3- Finishing Rejected Discrepancy's Death
It had been weeks since any sign of the other six Seishi and the Suzaku no Miko had been heard of, and this greatly distressed the Emperor. He stared at the flecks of light meandering on and off of his gorgeous hair, silently pondering the fate of his comrades that weighed heavily on his mind. Fleeting aspirations... Houki had been gliding in and out of the Emperor's private rooms, in quiet grace and beauty, yet not comforting His Highness by any means. Hotohori had seemingly conducted his recent stately duties as usual, with flawless precision, yet those closely observing him could tell something was wrong.
'What could it be? My heart aches...'
Suzaku could offer no comfort. His advisors felt nothing was amiss and could offer no reassurance. Peptobismal, a horridly pink gift from Miaka's own world of medical technology, could give no release to his anguish. The number of times Hotohori questioned his sanity became nearly countless, leading him to believe his instincts on the matter had been led astray. Sad worries...
'I must keep going. I must fulfill my duties. I must produce an heir. I must eat.'
"Must" had become the word upon which Hotohori based his life upon, and his very soul poked him in the ribs with it whenever it felt he was lacking. He was feeling severely poked at the moment. For the first time in his entire life, Hotohori felt he needed relief from his position, and sought solitude in Nuriko's room. No one could disturb him because only Houki knew of his whereabouts, and he needed a long time to sort out his thoughts. Glimmering images of snow and a dazzling array of purple assaulted Hotohori's exhausted mind as he gradually drifted to sleep. Meanwhile, the golden statue of Suzaku in its shrine was emitting soft sparks of red and gold (A/N: Does that mean the Suzaku Seishi would be in Gryffindor?).
Nuriko smiled. Wondering if the emperor was safe had been a major concern of Nuriko's while Nuriko's soul resided in one of Tai-Itsu-kun's nyan nyan's. Seeing him in all his splendid beauty heartened Nuriko, and made Nuriko feel like although the choice of death was made, Hotohori was remaining seemingly at peace. Hotohori mentally gazed at Nuriko, who was smiling upon someone with the most radiant and happy look of love. Soft snow flakes fell on Nuriko's long eyelashes, and Nuriko's image began to fade away. Hotohori attempted to reach out, but achieved little more than spouting a little frown on his gorgeous sleeping complexion. Nuriko turned back, as if startled, but smiled again and faded completely from view. Simple affections... And there was the last image ingrained in Nuriko's mind before eternally being one of the dead- a love so meaningful smiling in his sleep, unaware of constant admiration.
I felt strange the instant I woke up. It was as though my throat had been set on fire, or maybe my eyes. Was I- was I crying? For whom? The last time I had shed a tear was on my tenth birthday, when I privately grieved that I must wait for more years to see my precious priestess. But something caught my eye before I hastily removed myself from the room- a single snowflake drifted onto Nuriko's pillow, and melted as though a tear from the heavens.
The end.
(To anyone who noticed- my apologies for spelling Miaka's name wrong during the occasional Miaka/Tamahome banter in chapter 1, and the numerous spelling errors I somehow overlooked in the second chapter.)
Chapter 3- Finishing Rejected Discrepancy's Death
It had been weeks since any sign of the other six Seishi and the Suzaku no Miko had been heard of, and this greatly distressed the Emperor. He stared at the flecks of light meandering on and off of his gorgeous hair, silently pondering the fate of his comrades that weighed heavily on his mind. Fleeting aspirations... Houki had been gliding in and out of the Emperor's private rooms, in quiet grace and beauty, yet not comforting His Highness by any means. Hotohori had seemingly conducted his recent stately duties as usual, with flawless precision, yet those closely observing him could tell something was wrong.
'What could it be? My heart aches...'
Suzaku could offer no comfort. His advisors felt nothing was amiss and could offer no reassurance. Peptobismal, a horridly pink gift from Miaka's own world of medical technology, could give no release to his anguish. The number of times Hotohori questioned his sanity became nearly countless, leading him to believe his instincts on the matter had been led astray. Sad worries...
'I must keep going. I must fulfill my duties. I must produce an heir. I must eat.'
"Must" had become the word upon which Hotohori based his life upon, and his very soul poked him in the ribs with it whenever it felt he was lacking. He was feeling severely poked at the moment. For the first time in his entire life, Hotohori felt he needed relief from his position, and sought solitude in Nuriko's room. No one could disturb him because only Houki knew of his whereabouts, and he needed a long time to sort out his thoughts. Glimmering images of snow and a dazzling array of purple assaulted Hotohori's exhausted mind as he gradually drifted to sleep. Meanwhile, the golden statue of Suzaku in its shrine was emitting soft sparks of red and gold (A/N: Does that mean the Suzaku Seishi would be in Gryffindor?).
Nuriko smiled. Wondering if the emperor was safe had been a major concern of Nuriko's while Nuriko's soul resided in one of Tai-Itsu-kun's nyan nyan's. Seeing him in all his splendid beauty heartened Nuriko, and made Nuriko feel like although the choice of death was made, Hotohori was remaining seemingly at peace. Hotohori mentally gazed at Nuriko, who was smiling upon someone with the most radiant and happy look of love. Soft snow flakes fell on Nuriko's long eyelashes, and Nuriko's image began to fade away. Hotohori attempted to reach out, but achieved little more than spouting a little frown on his gorgeous sleeping complexion. Nuriko turned back, as if startled, but smiled again and faded completely from view. Simple affections... And there was the last image ingrained in Nuriko's mind before eternally being one of the dead- a love so meaningful smiling in his sleep, unaware of constant admiration.
I felt strange the instant I woke up. It was as though my throat had been set on fire, or maybe my eyes. Was I- was I crying? For whom? The last time I had shed a tear was on my tenth birthday, when I privately grieved that I must wait for more years to see my precious priestess. But something caught my eye before I hastily removed myself from the room- a single snowflake drifted onto Nuriko's pillow, and melted as though a tear from the heavens.
The end.