The Suzaku King

Written by: HoshiHikari (not HoshiHikari4ever anymore)

Summary: Hotohori's journey to becoming Emperor. A crossover between Fushigi Yuugi and Disney's The Lion King

Spoilers: Hmm…scratches head… Hmm….Looks up at Summary Ah yes, Major Spoilers from The Lion King and Fushigi Yuugi..Smacks forehead Duh!! Not that hard to figure out

Disclaimer: I do not own FY or LK…None of it belongs to me!!

Chapter 3

Outside, at a fair distance away, a pair of cold blue eyes watched. Four days earlier, he had watched Houjun leave, and now he watched him return.

You Houjun Ri! I will not lose to you. You will not be the one who would become that little son that Hiroshi and Mari wanted. I will not permit it. I shall be the one…I shall be the one who shall become their son, and through that, future emperor…


Ten years later

"Hey…look…he's back…" "Yeah….how long has it been? Another eight years…." "Uh huh…He just comes and goes…." The murmuring followed him, as he paced down the hall. The monk glanced down at the telegram, which he clutched tightly. If it hadn't been for this urgent message, he would have still been wandering around, from empire to empire. Eight years, had passed since he had set foot in the palace, and the last time he was here, it had been the birth of Hiroshi and Mari's son, and heir, Kenji.

"You're back…." A cold voice erupted from behind him, showing great displeasure in his voice. Houjun stopped, and turned, his eyes squinting underneath the mask which he had worn since the day he had gone partially blind.

"Ayruu…" The sky blue haired young man acknowledged the blonde, showing equal displeasure. The two, since before time began, had always been against each other, competing against each other, neither giving in to the other. Some say, though no one completely acknowledged it, that both of them were actually competing for the position of future emperor. They were complete opposites, and thus made people wonder why in the world Hiroshi would consider these two to take his place, when now, he had his own son and heir.

"Come to bless me eh?" Ayruu eyed the telegram, which Houjun held. Though he didn't know what was written in it, some of the recent events had given him an idea to what it said. "Or have you come to ruin it?" he sneered. "jealous that I'll be the next emperor…." Houjun cocked his head to the side, and studied the man in the shadows. He chooses to ignore the statement.

"We shall find out shall we….no da…." There was no room left for objections, and Ayruu knew it. Instead, he let the man pass, while he himself lingered in the dark corner, behind the pillar, sticking to himself for he had his own spies lurking within the palace, which would save himself time gaining useful information and lessen the chance of getting caught ease dropping.

Houjun shrugged and sighed. Ayruu was once again pushing him off being his calm and temperamental side, being the only one to successfully do that. Even Ayruu's 'lap dog' knew his own limits, when to make the monk snap or just to be there to gain information. Even so, it made little difference as Houjun viewed them with equal dislike, comparing them with snakes that thought they were dragons.

He knocked gently at the emperor's door. It was opened almost immediately. A young boy, no older then eight stood there with a solemn face, however brightening as he saw that it was Houjun. He had never met the man, but had heard many stories of him. It was in his honor to meet the man that his father had praised and spoke so highly off.

"Oji-sama no da…" Houjun bowed fully to the boy. "Or is it kotaishi-sama…" he asked straightening up. The boy frowned slightly, but nevertheless stepped aside to let the older in.

Houjun immediately kneeled in front of the bed. The telegram had said that Hiroshi was sick, and had requested him to return urgently. However, it never said that the man was on his sick bed. Now that he thought about it, it wouldn't have been a good idea to be too direct, for if the telegram went into the wrong hands, disaster was bound to occur.

"Kenji…will you please bring in Doukun?" Kenji nodded at his father, before leaving. Ten minutes later, he returned with a 15 year old boy, who too smiled at the 22 year old monk, as he took kneeled before the bed. "Kenji, can you leave us alone…" Kenji frowned but did as his he was told. When he was out of earshot, Hiroshi spoke.

"Please….both of you….there is no need to be so formal….." Hiroshi coughed. Houjun stood up and pulled a chair next to the bed. Doukun doing the same.

"Hiroshi-sama….no da…" Houjun said, fingering his mask. "Houjun…. Old friend…." The emperor coughed, as he tried to sit up, but the monk reached out and held him down. "Don't strain yourself no da…." Hiroshi smiled weakly. "I can mange…I know my limits…" To prove this, he sat up, this time, neither tried to stop their emperor.

"He's been calling me…." Hiroshi said shortly, as if the two knew exactly what he was talking about. "I wouldn't have sent for you back so early, but there is little time and so much to do…."

The monk raised his eyebrow. "Nani….?" "Suzaku….he's been calling me….My time's almost up…." Neither teens spoke, as they did not know what to say. "I have much to do, before then though…."

Doukun was about to speak, but Hiroshi waived him off. "There are two things I need to see completed before I leave this world…."

From within his robes, Hoshi forcefully took out a scroll. He handed it to Houjun.

"This is the scroll, handed down by Taiitsukun to my father." On the ouside was written 'The Universe of the Four Gods' Carefully, the two unraveled it, as Hiroshi continued.

"The Universe of the Gods….Do you anything about it…" Houjun closed his eyes. He had heard many stories while traveling, but this was different. "Yes." he replied softly.

"The Universe of Four Gods, depicts the four corners of the Earth, north south, east, and west, each being protected by its own guardian, God. Suzaku is the God of the South…" Houjun continued.

The two nodded.

"It is said that when the empire is about to fall, crumble, a girl from another world will appear, gather the seven stars of Suzaku and save the empire. She will bring peace and prosperity to this world…." Doukun finished smartly.

No one replied, so Houjun looked at the two, and surprisingly found them slightly hurt that he thought they knew nothing.

"The scroll is passed down, from one emperor to the next, generation after generation, until it is fulfilled. The scroll will eventually be passed down to Kenji….unless….." A pause. "However, he is too young…. …."

Another nod, before Doukun asked. "unless…" "Unless…." Houjun began. "unless, you, Houjun Ri become the next emperor…." "Nani no da…?" Taken back by the change. "Kenji is too young….he cannot rule….he knows nothing….and the empire will surely decline…."

"but what about Doukun…." Houjun tried to push it away from him. "Nah….my knowledge is limited to within the empire. I'm bright and smart…but I have no experience, the way you do, plus your vast knowledge….I'm just a bookworm…" As he said this, he hid his left foot, which he knew was glowing.

Hiroshi chuckled. Houjun shook it off. "I'm sure Kenji can handle it. He's your rightful heir. Besides…we can guide him…." Houjun added. "and you don't have to worry….I'll stay….Aryuu won't be able to take away the power…." Hiroshi relaxed slightly. That was another reason. He knew Aryuu was hungry for power, and he knew, perfectly well that he was bidding his time, waiting….for himself to die, and hoping to take power.

"He's dangerous…he's not a normal human…He was blessed…by our worst enemy…." Hiroshi spoke softly. "The same legend goes for the other four empires…." Hiroshi lowered his voice. "He's a Seiyuu Senshi…." The two seemed surprised. "Ever since his training, the flicker of his mark, 'spirit' has glowed….Of course, I never said anything….." Hiroshi sighed. "I've been raising a lion in my own den…."

Houjun took Hiroshi's hand. "Then I will tell you, there is no fear of one Seiyuu Senshi…when you've got two, possibly three Suzaku Senshi in front of your face…." Hiroshi looked skeptical. Houjun smiled, as he replaced his mask. "I see you haven't actually read this scroll…" Hiroshi was about to interrupt, but Houjun shook his head, as the handed the scroll back to him. "otherwise, you would have brought this

"It says exactly how to gather the seven Senshi of Suzaku. Each person listed has some special characteristics…." Hiroshi quickly scanned the part on the senshi, before his eyes widened. He looked from the paper to Houjun, over and over again, before it hit him.

"You're Suzaku Senshi number three Chichiri…." Houjun removed his mask, a bright smile covered his face. Then using the end of his staff, he gently lifted the covering which covered his left knee. Now, the symbol 'well' was glowing on his skin. "That's right no da…." Hiroshi banged a fist on his head, wondering why he hadn't figured it out sooner. "Baka! It says clearly 'monk' and 'face'…"

Doukun too hid a smile. He waited, and then Hiroshi exploded again. "Chiriko!!! 'genius' and 'child'…." "yup…." The boy genius replied glowing with pride, revealing the mark of 'wisdom' underneath his shoe.

Though he tried hard, Hiroshi couldn't hide the evident happiness that shown passed his smile, through his eyes and his entire face. He turned to Chichiri. "Why didn't you say so earlier…." "I don't brag…." He replied. "and neither do I…." Chiriko said, still modest, though he tried to be humble.

"We're not the only ones…either…I'm sure there is one more Suzaku Senshi lurking here…" "yes…no da…Suzaku Senshi number two reads 'emperor' and 'sword'….perhaps Kenji is one too…." "Nah…. I don't think so…." Hiroshi spoke firmly, though why he could not say.

Houjun shrugged, as Chiriko tried to console the man that even after his death, everything would be fine. Finally Hiroshi sighed. He knew that he couldn't argue any longer. Time was precious and was slipping away from him.

"Very well. Kenji will become the next emperor. You will raise him, and protect the empire. As for finding the other Senshi and Miko, I also rest that in your hands…..Chichiri…." "I willl…" "No more wanderings…" "no….no da…"

At least not for now…

"Chiriko, make sure he does that alright…and make sure you take care of yourself eh?" "of course your majesty…." Chiriko stood up, knowing when he was dismissed. Giving a nod, he left the room.

"Houjun….." "yes…" he asked. "I know that after my death, there be chaos. Mari's gone already…." Houjun held his hand. "If you do not stay and raise Kenji, disaster will befall on all. You must teach him, the way I did you…..You must promise me that if anything worsens, you will take the power yourself…." Hiroshi paused.

"Since you were young….you have Aryuu have always been competing against each other, over everything….You know very well that besides the emperor himself, both of you holds the most power. He already has gathered those who are loyal to him. You must do the same. Do not let Ayruu corrupt Kenji." "of course…" "especially since, Kenji has been raised to believe that Ayruu is his older brother…"

"Nani!! No da?" The monk raised his voice slightly. Hiroshi faked smiled, knowing that this would hurt. "When you were gone, much has happened. Since Kenji calls Ayruu aniki, everyone thinks they are blood bound. Ayruu is older, and because, I also seem to take pride in him, they think he'll be the next emperor…"

Houjun mused slightly, his face darkening.

So that's what Ayruu meant, by blessing him as the next emperor.

Hiroshi looked worried. "I'm sorry Chichiri….You have much to compete against, in order for Kenji to become emperor. It would be a lot easier if you said 'yes'…simpler. Everyone knows that before his birth, you and him were the top choices….If you don't do anything…Konan's power would end up in foreigner… Kuto, hands!"

Houjun stood up suddenly. This was a little bit too much for him. Without saying a word, and knowing how disrespectful he was, but not caring, he left the room.

Hiroshi sighed, he knew that Houjun would act badly, but didn't blame him. He knew that he himself would have done the same thing if he had been in the monk's shoes. Well he had given it a try, and it was worth it. Just as much as Houjun, Chichiri hated the truth, he would have to accept it. There was no one that the young man could just stand and watch. Besides, it was something happier to think about. Now both Chichiri and Chiriko knew the truth, the two would just have to work together and make the most out of it when the time came.

"Come out…" Houjun said bitterly once he was outside the emperor's chambers. "Don't you dare think I won't know you're there Kishuku no da." There was a sigh, and then a blued haired pony tailed 19 year old sauntered out from behind a pillar. "Alright you got me….Hou….no…Chichiri…." Kishuku smirked. Houjun's face darkened beneath his mask.

"How much have you heard…." The monk leaned so close to him, there faces were nearly touching. Kishuku backed off to a more breathable distance. "Just enough to keep me satisfied…" The younger man paused. "You don't have to worry. I'm not that 'lap dog' that you think I am….My lips are sealed…." With that Kishuku turned and walked off, leaving Chichiri with disapproval, questioning face. The monk watches the other leave, staring at the place that the other had, after the other had long disappeared.


Finally finished!! Hope its ok! This fic's gonna be moving faster now. R/R!!