You Are My Universe
Scroll I – The Hidden Angle
Scribe's Legal Sigil, Rune of Disavowment: UD
(Universal Disclaimer, for more info refer to its full text on Hail of Doom.)
UD Addition – I do not own the music/compilations/lyrics of the series FY either. They belong to the wonderful songbirds that developed them. This covers all translations/variations English, Romaji, Kanji, etc.
Scribe's Note: The music of this series is unbelievably excellent to me. It conveys the romance, battles, and other elements into a brain searing memory. So, for my first fanfic, it will be a songfic. I have chosen Hotohori's song "Boku no Uchuu ni Kimi ga Ite" (In My Universe, There Is You). Once on a whim I typed in Miaka and Hotohori's name in a nifty little ap named The Love Calculator. (www.lovecalculator.com). The result was a whopping 93%, a lot higher than with Tamahome. And since the emperor has been waiting for her all his life, he should have that chance! What a sad, cruel tragedy that he is forced to play out instead. But in the end he made the ultimate sacrifice by dying for his Priestess – the only reason the Shichiseishi have for their existence. He only regretted that he couldn't kill that manipulative bastard general Nakago. If he had still had his powers it would be no contest – his aura would be even stronger against one of the hated Seiryuu 7. With no further ado, on with the show!
Fade in on Hotohori, sitting in front of his mirror. The narcissistic Emperor of Konan is appearing to do one of his favorite hobbies – preening and glorying in his beauty. Of course, this is a show put forth for his ever present advisors. If one looks closely, you can see that some of his sparkles are more liquid than light. His ministers do not notice, and drone on about the impending doom falling upon the country. He nods imperceptibly as it goes on - reports, possible strategies, even recommendations of evacuation past a neutral border – That tears it!
His elegant hands fold inward, curling into jagged claws not unlike the ones on the golden statue of Suzaku. They then form into fists of rock, and slam down mercilessly on the dressing table in front of him. There is the tiniest spark of red flame for a nanosecond and then the table cracks in two – splitting perfectly in half and forming a rift that the entire collection of expensive perfumes and ointments tumble down.
If the sharp crack of the table didn't jolt the counseling body, the next noise of glass and porcelain shattering nearly gave them a heart attack. They turned as one, mouths agape at a most unbelievable sight – the bristling emperor, barely in control of his ire. For all their grand planning and cunning, they had never anticipated this kind of situation ever befalling them – and certainly not from this gentle, quiet, well loved and well leading man. Only the Suzaku Warriors had seen his true vehemence unleashed on Tamahome.
Well, them and one other.
"Leave."
Like puppets on a string, they whipped around again to see Miaka Yuuki, Priestess of Suzaku, and overall last hope for Konan standing in the doorway. Only this was a side of Miaka the poor wizened men had never expected to see in all their born days. Even Taitsukuun would have difficulty picturing this side of her. For Miaka had 3 sides, like a perfectly cut gem. The side she couldn't see invoked by Taitsukuun's curse was Evil Mirror Miaka. However the third side was a side she knew very well – and buried it with nauseatingly cute habits and tears. The one thing she couldn't quell was her voracious appetite. She coped as best she could, but in extreme circumstances – like this one – there was no holding back. Such is the fate of those with and inborn sense of justice. The razor sharp edge of her personality gem rotated to the forefront, withdrawn out of its sheath, the sword glittered with silent, cold but direct fury.
That fury was currently targeted on the unfortunate sages.
If picturing the emperor as he was now had been difficult, attempting to picture this sweet lovable priestess in her current state was nigh impossible. Trapped between two furies, one the consuming blaze of Suzaku, and the other the arctic ice of chill winter, they did not dare move.
They did not attempt speech.
There was no way to prevent the collective gulp from their nervous throats, though.
Kudos to JenesisDark and KittyLynne for their encouraging reviews! They have spurred me on to finish this at 4:42 AM! OK, it's not a songfic yet. I haven't come up with the best words to match with the lyrics of the song. But most songfics are just the song and poetry – I'm attempting a little something different. The next chapter will be up soon, so hang in there! I would like to emphasize the fact that I like every facet of the wonderful gem known as FY. No rival pairings from me, but I'm not big on yaoi. Yuri is a much different story, which may be written someday – and it won't be a pairing you'd expect. Reviews, good or bad criticism, comments, precious metals, jewels, cash, artifacts and ancient spell books all accepted.
Flames will be used to imbue the holy fire elemental power level of Suzaku far beyond simple skyscraper destruction! Write on!
Seiryuu's Doom (etched in pale blue flame) – No color formatting s u c k s! (inscribed in angry red fire)
"Life is what you make it" – Seiryuu's Doom
"Am I really that attractive in this world?" – Miaka (Hell yes!!!)
Scroll I – The Hidden Angle
Scribe's Legal Sigil, Rune of Disavowment: UD
(Universal Disclaimer, for more info refer to its full text on Hail of Doom.)
UD Addition – I do not own the music/compilations/lyrics of the series FY either. They belong to the wonderful songbirds that developed them. This covers all translations/variations English, Romaji, Kanji, etc.
Scribe's Note: The music of this series is unbelievably excellent to me. It conveys the romance, battles, and other elements into a brain searing memory. So, for my first fanfic, it will be a songfic. I have chosen Hotohori's song "Boku no Uchuu ni Kimi ga Ite" (In My Universe, There Is You). Once on a whim I typed in Miaka and Hotohori's name in a nifty little ap named The Love Calculator. (www.lovecalculator.com). The result was a whopping 93%, a lot higher than with Tamahome. And since the emperor has been waiting for her all his life, he should have that chance! What a sad, cruel tragedy that he is forced to play out instead. But in the end he made the ultimate sacrifice by dying for his Priestess – the only reason the Shichiseishi have for their existence. He only regretted that he couldn't kill that manipulative bastard general Nakago. If he had still had his powers it would be no contest – his aura would be even stronger against one of the hated Seiryuu 7. With no further ado, on with the show!
Fade in on Hotohori, sitting in front of his mirror. The narcissistic Emperor of Konan is appearing to do one of his favorite hobbies – preening and glorying in his beauty. Of course, this is a show put forth for his ever present advisors. If one looks closely, you can see that some of his sparkles are more liquid than light. His ministers do not notice, and drone on about the impending doom falling upon the country. He nods imperceptibly as it goes on - reports, possible strategies, even recommendations of evacuation past a neutral border – That tears it!
His elegant hands fold inward, curling into jagged claws not unlike the ones on the golden statue of Suzaku. They then form into fists of rock, and slam down mercilessly on the dressing table in front of him. There is the tiniest spark of red flame for a nanosecond and then the table cracks in two – splitting perfectly in half and forming a rift that the entire collection of expensive perfumes and ointments tumble down.
If the sharp crack of the table didn't jolt the counseling body, the next noise of glass and porcelain shattering nearly gave them a heart attack. They turned as one, mouths agape at a most unbelievable sight – the bristling emperor, barely in control of his ire. For all their grand planning and cunning, they had never anticipated this kind of situation ever befalling them – and certainly not from this gentle, quiet, well loved and well leading man. Only the Suzaku Warriors had seen his true vehemence unleashed on Tamahome.
Well, them and one other.
"Leave."
Like puppets on a string, they whipped around again to see Miaka Yuuki, Priestess of Suzaku, and overall last hope for Konan standing in the doorway. Only this was a side of Miaka the poor wizened men had never expected to see in all their born days. Even Taitsukuun would have difficulty picturing this side of her. For Miaka had 3 sides, like a perfectly cut gem. The side she couldn't see invoked by Taitsukuun's curse was Evil Mirror Miaka. However the third side was a side she knew very well – and buried it with nauseatingly cute habits and tears. The one thing she couldn't quell was her voracious appetite. She coped as best she could, but in extreme circumstances – like this one – there was no holding back. Such is the fate of those with and inborn sense of justice. The razor sharp edge of her personality gem rotated to the forefront, withdrawn out of its sheath, the sword glittered with silent, cold but direct fury.
That fury was currently targeted on the unfortunate sages.
If picturing the emperor as he was now had been difficult, attempting to picture this sweet lovable priestess in her current state was nigh impossible. Trapped between two furies, one the consuming blaze of Suzaku, and the other the arctic ice of chill winter, they did not dare move.
They did not attempt speech.
There was no way to prevent the collective gulp from their nervous throats, though.
Kudos to JenesisDark and KittyLynne for their encouraging reviews! They have spurred me on to finish this at 4:42 AM! OK, it's not a songfic yet. I haven't come up with the best words to match with the lyrics of the song. But most songfics are just the song and poetry – I'm attempting a little something different. The next chapter will be up soon, so hang in there! I would like to emphasize the fact that I like every facet of the wonderful gem known as FY. No rival pairings from me, but I'm not big on yaoi. Yuri is a much different story, which may be written someday – and it won't be a pairing you'd expect. Reviews, good or bad criticism, comments, precious metals, jewels, cash, artifacts and ancient spell books all accepted.
Flames will be used to imbue the holy fire elemental power level of Suzaku far beyond simple skyscraper destruction! Write on!
Seiryuu's Doom (etched in pale blue flame) – No color formatting s u c k s! (inscribed in angry red fire)
"Life is what you make it" – Seiryuu's Doom
"Am I really that attractive in this world?" – Miaka (Hell yes!!!)