Author's note: Well, well. My first FY fanfic in a long time. And now it's
going to be the only story that I have up... oh well. Do you want to know the
truth about this story? I just typed it all in like the last twenty minutes
. I actually got the idea of writing a story about Miaka and Tamahome's
daughter going into the book when I was washing the dishes earlier. And
then I just sat down and randomly wrote it. But you probably don't really
care about that right? LOL, is anyone even reading this? Oh well, please
excuse any grammar or spelling or whatever because I didn't read through it
a second time after typing it. Too lazy. Anyway, enjoy. I'm not sure if
I'll continue writing this or not... I really have no idea what's going to
happen in the future of this story. I'll tell you one thing though. Cassian
is Tasuki's son. Wahhh, I bet he's really kawaii! LOL, I love Tasuki. But
who is Cassian's mother?? (even I don't know yet...) You'll have to read the
next chapter to find out!! (If there IS a next chapter). Anyway, on with
the story. I tend to ramble too much for my own good... oh yeah; I must have
a disclaimer first.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi. But I do own Tsubaki (I like that name...) and I do own Cassian, even though he's Tasuki's son. Where did I get the name Cassian anyway? It's a very strange name...
Storytelling
I've heard almost ever story out there. It all started when I was little and my parents would stay up to the early hours in the morning to tell me one of their fascinating tales. But my favorites were always the stories about the courageous Suzaku no Miko and her brave Seishi. The strange thing was, though, that none of my other friends had ever heard any of these stories. Unlike other famous tales, my parents seemed to be the only ones who know about the Suzaku no Miko. Whenever I asked them about it, they would wink at me, and whisper, "It's a secret, Tsubaki."
As I grew older, the stories in my life slowly began to disappear and were replaced by the many worries and hazards of a modern day teen. By the time I started high school, the subject of the Suzaku no Miko hadn't been brought up in months. But of course, I could never forget about it.
It's raining today. Or should I say pouring. I was just getting home from school and already the sky was as dark was night, covered in the sheets of falling rain. "Hello?" I called as I stepped into the dark house. "I'm home!" I stepped inside, shaking off my wet coat and boots. The house was completely dark. I moved into the dining room and flicked on a light. There was a scribbled note on the table. I picked it up and read it out loud. "Tsubaki- Dad is at work and I won't be home until late. Dinner is in the fridge. Love you, Mom." I set the note back on the table and sighed. "Great, another cold dinner."
My parents were usually home late, so I was stuck in this situation more than once. Suddenly I heard a tremendous crack of lightning from outside and the house lit up in a brilliant, blinding flash of light. And then everything went dark. I fumbled over to the light switch and flicked it back and forth in vain. I sighed. "Great, just great. Now the power's out."
The last candles I had seen were the ones sitting on the dresser in my parent's room. But when I got there, they were gone. "Argh! Mom! Where did you put them??" I exclaimed. I quickly lit a match and started rummaging through the bottom of their closet, thinking, hoping, that the candles were there somewhere. The match reached its limit and I blew it out with a hiss as the flame grazed the tip of my finger. I sat down heavily on the edge of my parent's bed with a sigh. I was all out of ideas. I stared into the closet gloomily, only being able to make out the dark shapes of the objects within.
Suddenly I noticed something. At the top of the closet was a thin dark space that I realized must be a shelf. I stood up, my eyes fixed on the shelf. That's strange, I thought. I didn't know there was a shelf there.
I stood on my toes and reached up, brushing the tips of my fingers over the shelf. They hit something. I brought my hand back to find it covered in dust. Now, my interest sparked, and frankly, having nothing better to do, I reached up and stretched as high as I could, and managed to grab hold of the object on the shelf. I tentatively pulled it down and almost dropped it as it slipped through my fingers with dust. I realized that the dust-covered object was a long box. I set it down on the floor, wiping the dust from my fingers off on my pants, and looked at the box for a second in the dark. Then, I reached into my pockets and pulled out another match. I lit it with a hiss and immediately the small glow of light lit the room around me.
With one had holding the burning match, I used to other to pull the lid off of the box, which was achieved with some difficulty.
Inside the box, was a book.
The cover was layered in dust and I used my sleeve to wipe it clean. It revealed a thin, red, leather-bound book with curled black writing. I dropped the match.
Quickly cursing, I stomped out the small flame. Then, my hands jerking, I lit another. Bending slowly over the book and swallowing hard, I read the title again, just to make sure it was real.
The Universe of the Four Gods.
There was no mistaking it. This was the book from the stories. The book from the legends that had carried the Suzaku no Miko into its mysterious world. But . . . how could it be? None of that was real . . . all of it was simply a story to get me to fall asleep as a kid.
Yet here I was, kneeling in front of that very book.
Slowly, cautiously, I let my fingers rest on the edge of the cover. Then, taking a long breath, I pulled it open.
The story was coming to life. The bright red light surrounding me and I could feel it pulled me in, as if the hands of many people were grabbing me. The last thing I could think before I fell into its downward spiral, was, 'How can this be happening?'
I woke up in complete darkness. I was lying on my stomach, an assortment of sticks and twigs poking me in the chest. I sat up with a jerk. My head was pounding and my hands fell to my sides for balance. I was outside. The moon was slim in the sky above me and the night was absolute darkness.
I swallowed. Hard. And closed my eyes. I heard a crackle from beside me. My eyes flew open again, my heart pounding wildly.
Okay, okay, I thought. Calm down. Calm down. This can only be explained in one way . . . The story was true. About the Suzaku no Miko, about her Seishi, about everything. It was all real.
Not liking this solution, I pinched my arm. When I remained seated on the dark forest floor, I decided that I would, after all, have to accept that this was all real. But... why had The Universe of the Four Gods been hidden in my parent's closet?
I didn't have much time to wonder over this, as I heard more noises coming from the dark woods. My heart pounding in my ears, I wondered what I should do now. Suddenly I heard footsteps. A light was coming from the woods... it was coming... straight towards me. I panicked. What should I do? Try to run and hide? But what if it was someone friendly?
The crunching footsteps stopped and I realized that they must have caught sight of me. I quickly scrambled to my feet and took a hesitant step backwards.
"Stop!" A voice barked loudly at me. I froze. "Don't try anything!" The footsteps quickened and before I knew it, a dark figure was emerging from the woods. He stopped when he was about a foot away from me. The torchlight sent long shadows across his face. His hair was red and fiery, just like the flames. I was surprised to see that he looked like he was around the same age as me. "Just who are you??" He asked sharply, glaring at me. "What are you doing, wandering around in the middle of the night without a light or anything??"
"I-I'm sorry," I managed to stutter. "But... I'm lost, I think..."
"You think?" He jeered. He stepped in a little closer and suddenly his face changed. "Oi... where are you from? What's with those clothes?"
I blinked down in surprise at my clothes. "I-I'm not from around here..."
"Quit stuttering. It's making me sick."
I couldn't help but glare at him.
"Oh well," he said, reaching out and grabbing my elbow. "Yer coming with me."
"W-Where??" I exclaimed, pulling back.
"Don't ask questions!" He snapped, dragging me along with ease. "You were caught trespassing on Mt. Reikaku so now I'm gonna take you in to the Boss."
"Mt. Reikaku??" I repeated the familiar name. "Is... is there a bandit there named Tasuki? Or Genrou?"
He eyed me suspiciously. "So what if there is. What's it to you?"
"I... I... know him," I said quickly, which was the only thing I could come up with.
"You can stop pulling me now," I muttered darkly. "It's not like I'm going to runaway."
He glared suspiciously. "So you say. Anyway, we're here."
We had stopped in front of a long, Chinese-styled building. The bandit holding me rapped sharply on the door. "Oi!" He called. "It's me, Cassian!"
The door was quickly pulled open from the inside by another bandit. "Took you long enough, Kid," he started, but when he saw me he stopped. "Who's this girly?"
"She says she knows the Boss," Cassian said, still eying me.
"We'll see about that," the bandit said, but let us both in nonetheless. "You want me to bring 'er?" He asked once we were inside.
"I can handle it," Cassian said with a slight glare. He turned to me. "C'mon."
Cassian threw open the large wooden door and dragged me in behind him. Two men were in the room and they looked up, surprised, at the sudden outburst.
"Cassian," said the taller of the two. He had the same red hair as Cassian. "What's this? Who's this girl?"
"You don't know?" Cassian asked, and turned to me, glaring. "She says she knows you."
Suddenly all the eyes in the room were focused on me. "A-Ano..." I stammered. "You're Tasuki? One of the Suzaku Seishi?" It felt weird saying it out loud. Like asking someone if they were Snow White.
"Yeah," he said shortly. "How do you know me?"
"Well... I..." I clutched my hand together tightly till my knuckles turned white. How could I explain this? "I... I think I'm from the same world... that the Suzaku no Miko was."
"You think?" Tasuki asked, standing up and walking over to me. "From the looks of it, you are. How did you get here? How did you get the book?"
"I...I accidentally found the book in my parents room... and when I opened it, I was pulled in."
"Your parents..." Tasuki's eyes widened for a second. "What are your parents names??"
"T-Taka and Miaka..." I said slowly, wondering what this had to do with anything.
Tasuki blinked at me wide eyed. "Well... well..." He started to laugh. "This is fucking amazing! So, you're Miaka and Tamahome's kid, eh?"
"T-Tamahome?? But he's..." I stopped in mid sentence as it finally dawned on me. "This is... impossible," I breathed.
Tasuki grinned even wider. "Don't tell me you didn't know? You're the daughter of the Priestess of Suzaku!!"
"I... I... WHAT??" I exclaimed.
"Whoa," Cassian said from beside me. "What happened to being all shy and shaky?"
"There's no time for that now!" I exclaimed. "I'm... the daughter of the Suzaku no Miko! This is... amazing!"
"Gods, I can't believe they never told you," Tasuki said. "I told Cassian all about my adventures as a Seishi. Ah, the good old days of frying Tama to a crisp..."
I turned to Cassian. "You're...?"
"His son," he finished for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi. But I do own Tsubaki (I like that name...) and I do own Cassian, even though he's Tasuki's son. Where did I get the name Cassian anyway? It's a very strange name...
Storytelling
I've heard almost ever story out there. It all started when I was little and my parents would stay up to the early hours in the morning to tell me one of their fascinating tales. But my favorites were always the stories about the courageous Suzaku no Miko and her brave Seishi. The strange thing was, though, that none of my other friends had ever heard any of these stories. Unlike other famous tales, my parents seemed to be the only ones who know about the Suzaku no Miko. Whenever I asked them about it, they would wink at me, and whisper, "It's a secret, Tsubaki."
As I grew older, the stories in my life slowly began to disappear and were replaced by the many worries and hazards of a modern day teen. By the time I started high school, the subject of the Suzaku no Miko hadn't been brought up in months. But of course, I could never forget about it.
It's raining today. Or should I say pouring. I was just getting home from school and already the sky was as dark was night, covered in the sheets of falling rain. "Hello?" I called as I stepped into the dark house. "I'm home!" I stepped inside, shaking off my wet coat and boots. The house was completely dark. I moved into the dining room and flicked on a light. There was a scribbled note on the table. I picked it up and read it out loud. "Tsubaki- Dad is at work and I won't be home until late. Dinner is in the fridge. Love you, Mom." I set the note back on the table and sighed. "Great, another cold dinner."
My parents were usually home late, so I was stuck in this situation more than once. Suddenly I heard a tremendous crack of lightning from outside and the house lit up in a brilliant, blinding flash of light. And then everything went dark. I fumbled over to the light switch and flicked it back and forth in vain. I sighed. "Great, just great. Now the power's out."
The last candles I had seen were the ones sitting on the dresser in my parent's room. But when I got there, they were gone. "Argh! Mom! Where did you put them??" I exclaimed. I quickly lit a match and started rummaging through the bottom of their closet, thinking, hoping, that the candles were there somewhere. The match reached its limit and I blew it out with a hiss as the flame grazed the tip of my finger. I sat down heavily on the edge of my parent's bed with a sigh. I was all out of ideas. I stared into the closet gloomily, only being able to make out the dark shapes of the objects within.
Suddenly I noticed something. At the top of the closet was a thin dark space that I realized must be a shelf. I stood up, my eyes fixed on the shelf. That's strange, I thought. I didn't know there was a shelf there.
I stood on my toes and reached up, brushing the tips of my fingers over the shelf. They hit something. I brought my hand back to find it covered in dust. Now, my interest sparked, and frankly, having nothing better to do, I reached up and stretched as high as I could, and managed to grab hold of the object on the shelf. I tentatively pulled it down and almost dropped it as it slipped through my fingers with dust. I realized that the dust-covered object was a long box. I set it down on the floor, wiping the dust from my fingers off on my pants, and looked at the box for a second in the dark. Then, I reached into my pockets and pulled out another match. I lit it with a hiss and immediately the small glow of light lit the room around me.
With one had holding the burning match, I used to other to pull the lid off of the box, which was achieved with some difficulty.
Inside the box, was a book.
The cover was layered in dust and I used my sleeve to wipe it clean. It revealed a thin, red, leather-bound book with curled black writing. I dropped the match.
Quickly cursing, I stomped out the small flame. Then, my hands jerking, I lit another. Bending slowly over the book and swallowing hard, I read the title again, just to make sure it was real.
The Universe of the Four Gods.
There was no mistaking it. This was the book from the stories. The book from the legends that had carried the Suzaku no Miko into its mysterious world. But . . . how could it be? None of that was real . . . all of it was simply a story to get me to fall asleep as a kid.
Yet here I was, kneeling in front of that very book.
Slowly, cautiously, I let my fingers rest on the edge of the cover. Then, taking a long breath, I pulled it open.
The story was coming to life. The bright red light surrounding me and I could feel it pulled me in, as if the hands of many people were grabbing me. The last thing I could think before I fell into its downward spiral, was, 'How can this be happening?'
I woke up in complete darkness. I was lying on my stomach, an assortment of sticks and twigs poking me in the chest. I sat up with a jerk. My head was pounding and my hands fell to my sides for balance. I was outside. The moon was slim in the sky above me and the night was absolute darkness.
I swallowed. Hard. And closed my eyes. I heard a crackle from beside me. My eyes flew open again, my heart pounding wildly.
Okay, okay, I thought. Calm down. Calm down. This can only be explained in one way . . . The story was true. About the Suzaku no Miko, about her Seishi, about everything. It was all real.
Not liking this solution, I pinched my arm. When I remained seated on the dark forest floor, I decided that I would, after all, have to accept that this was all real. But... why had The Universe of the Four Gods been hidden in my parent's closet?
I didn't have much time to wonder over this, as I heard more noises coming from the dark woods. My heart pounding in my ears, I wondered what I should do now. Suddenly I heard footsteps. A light was coming from the woods... it was coming... straight towards me. I panicked. What should I do? Try to run and hide? But what if it was someone friendly?
The crunching footsteps stopped and I realized that they must have caught sight of me. I quickly scrambled to my feet and took a hesitant step backwards.
"Stop!" A voice barked loudly at me. I froze. "Don't try anything!" The footsteps quickened and before I knew it, a dark figure was emerging from the woods. He stopped when he was about a foot away from me. The torchlight sent long shadows across his face. His hair was red and fiery, just like the flames. I was surprised to see that he looked like he was around the same age as me. "Just who are you??" He asked sharply, glaring at me. "What are you doing, wandering around in the middle of the night without a light or anything??"
"I-I'm sorry," I managed to stutter. "But... I'm lost, I think..."
"You think?" He jeered. He stepped in a little closer and suddenly his face changed. "Oi... where are you from? What's with those clothes?"
I blinked down in surprise at my clothes. "I-I'm not from around here..."
"Quit stuttering. It's making me sick."
I couldn't help but glare at him.
"Oh well," he said, reaching out and grabbing my elbow. "Yer coming with me."
"W-Where??" I exclaimed, pulling back.
"Don't ask questions!" He snapped, dragging me along with ease. "You were caught trespassing on Mt. Reikaku so now I'm gonna take you in to the Boss."
"Mt. Reikaku??" I repeated the familiar name. "Is... is there a bandit there named Tasuki? Or Genrou?"
He eyed me suspiciously. "So what if there is. What's it to you?"
"I... I... know him," I said quickly, which was the only thing I could come up with.
"You can stop pulling me now," I muttered darkly. "It's not like I'm going to runaway."
He glared suspiciously. "So you say. Anyway, we're here."
We had stopped in front of a long, Chinese-styled building. The bandit holding me rapped sharply on the door. "Oi!" He called. "It's me, Cassian!"
The door was quickly pulled open from the inside by another bandit. "Took you long enough, Kid," he started, but when he saw me he stopped. "Who's this girly?"
"She says she knows the Boss," Cassian said, still eying me.
"We'll see about that," the bandit said, but let us both in nonetheless. "You want me to bring 'er?" He asked once we were inside.
"I can handle it," Cassian said with a slight glare. He turned to me. "C'mon."
Cassian threw open the large wooden door and dragged me in behind him. Two men were in the room and they looked up, surprised, at the sudden outburst.
"Cassian," said the taller of the two. He had the same red hair as Cassian. "What's this? Who's this girl?"
"You don't know?" Cassian asked, and turned to me, glaring. "She says she knows you."
Suddenly all the eyes in the room were focused on me. "A-Ano..." I stammered. "You're Tasuki? One of the Suzaku Seishi?" It felt weird saying it out loud. Like asking someone if they were Snow White.
"Yeah," he said shortly. "How do you know me?"
"Well... I..." I clutched my hand together tightly till my knuckles turned white. How could I explain this? "I... I think I'm from the same world... that the Suzaku no Miko was."
"You think?" Tasuki asked, standing up and walking over to me. "From the looks of it, you are. How did you get here? How did you get the book?"
"I...I accidentally found the book in my parents room... and when I opened it, I was pulled in."
"Your parents..." Tasuki's eyes widened for a second. "What are your parents names??"
"T-Taka and Miaka..." I said slowly, wondering what this had to do with anything.
Tasuki blinked at me wide eyed. "Well... well..." He started to laugh. "This is fucking amazing! So, you're Miaka and Tamahome's kid, eh?"
"T-Tamahome?? But he's..." I stopped in mid sentence as it finally dawned on me. "This is... impossible," I breathed.
Tasuki grinned even wider. "Don't tell me you didn't know? You're the daughter of the Priestess of Suzaku!!"
"I... I... WHAT??" I exclaimed.
"Whoa," Cassian said from beside me. "What happened to being all shy and shaky?"
"There's no time for that now!" I exclaimed. "I'm... the daughter of the Suzaku no Miko! This is... amazing!"
"Gods, I can't believe they never told you," Tasuki said. "I told Cassian all about my adventures as a Seishi. Ah, the good old days of frying Tama to a crisp..."
I turned to Cassian. "You're...?"
"His son," he finished for me.