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DISCLAIMER: Oh kenshin. Oh kenshin! OH KENSHIN! HOW I WISH I COULD OWN YOU!
Random person: Um.... Wrong fic. This is the Fushigi Yuugi fic.
Me: I know, but even so, I don't own Kenshin...
Random Person: It's good to know that you don't own Kenshin, but nobody cares.
Me: Oh... well... I kninda.... Sorta.... Maybe... don't own any of the fushigi yuugi characters... maybe...
Random person: Much better.
I woke up staring at the ceiling. I chanced a look around, and saw that I was in a room I hadn't seen before. It was probably some random guest room in the palace. I moved to rub the sleep out of my eyes, but stopped when caught with a sharp pain. My chest hurt when I moved my upper body. The cut. I closed my eyes trying to remember yesterday. I went through the day's events, which ended with me fainting. I let out a long sigh. "What is with me being so weak lately?" I questioned aloud.
"It obviously pains you to be weak because you are used to being strong, independent, and quick witted. It unnerves you to be so dependent, and lost." I heard Hotohori say. When had he entered? I didn't bother to open my eyes.
"Nice observation, but you didn't answer my question. WHY am I so weak?"
"It's not my place to answer your question, but even if it was I don't know the answer. You're probably the only one who'll be able to answer your question. Anyway, here is your breakfast." His last comment made me laugh, and my eyes flew open so I could look at him.
"The emperor of all of Konan has come to give food to a unworthy weak girl. It almost seems as if you have some interest in me." I teased.
"If I did, Korin would kill me. Although, I would understand if YOU had some interest in ME. After all I am abnormally beautiful." He said it so seriously that I had to laugh again. He honestly believed he was out of this world beautiful. Well, I do have to admit that he is beautiful, just like Korin is gorgeous. However, I'd prefer someone more rugged, more sexy, more... wow, that was way off subject. Getting back to my conversation with Hotohori...
"She wouldn't kill you. Only maim you a little... a lot... yeah maybe she would kill you." It was his turn to laugh. Hotohori helped me prop myself up, and placed the tray on my lap. "How's Naru?"
"He's fine. He's actually sitting outside the door. He's been there for hours. Don't ask me how he knew which room you were in."
"He knows my scent. I'm sure that if I were in any danger he would have found a way in. He might even have attacked you. He's a little protective."
"He hates Tasuki." Hotohori said, drawing up a seat next to the bed.
"Everyone hates Tasuki," I said dryly, taking a bit of food.
"I'll never understand why you two hate each other so much. You're even worse than Tamahome."
"Tamahome doesn't hate Tasuki. I've seen them. They bicker a lot, but that's it."
"Well then, I've got a story for you: When Tamahome and Tasuki had first met, Tamahome had a lot of contempt for Tasuki. When he found out Tasuki couldn't swim he'd hold Tasuki over water until Tasuki begged. It was horrible." I was laughing so hard that I nearly cried. Oh how I wanted to see the look on Tasuki's face.
"You're so mean to Tasuki. Normal people would feel sympathy."
"Finally, someone who understands that I just can't bring myself to be nice to him. Could you please tell your wife that I can't stand him because for some reason I think she's hinting that I like the bastard."
"You do." Hotohori said simply. I nearly choked on tea. I what????
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?!" I screamed when I was through choking.
"Fell free to deny it, but it's the truth. Anyway, if you don't want to talk about that you could always tell me what happened that day that we found you in the garden."
"How can you just change subjects like that?" I questioned, but before he could answer me Tasuki burst into the room.
"Someone yell?" He asked. My cheeks flushed pink as I watched the recently discussed subject walk up to Hotohori and I.
"I knew it. I could see it from a mile away. Nowhere as beautiful as me, but who is." Hotohori commented before standing, and walking off. My brain was putty, and I couldn't think of a single insult to yell at Hotohori as he walked out of my room. Tasuki was still here however, which made my face even redder. What does he want? (A/N: when Hotohori says: "I knew it" he means that he knew Sayu liked Tasuki... He also was saying that Tasuki is no where as beautiful as him... just making sure u understand...)
"You ok? Your face is all red." Tasuki rubbed his chin in thought, while marching his gaze up and down me. I may have been wearing a robe, but I suddenly felt naked. I sunk down into the sheets, and told him I was fine. "What was Hoto's comment about?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Why did you yell?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Woman, be practical and tell me what happened. Everyone is worried."
"What, they thought Hotohori strangled me?" I said, recovering from my embarrassment, and finally getting the normal color of my face back.
"We all heard ya yell."
"So why are you the only one to come?"
"Korin is having the baby, and she's got everyone running around the palace getting this and that. I volunteered to check up on you instead of going for blankets." He smiled widely, proud of himself.
"I can see the worry in your eyes." I commented dryly. Then out of nowhere it hit me, "Did you say Korin was in labor?" I sat straight up, wincing in pain at the movement "I need to go see her!"
"You're too weak." Tasuki stated.
"Shut up." I growled, trying to stand, just to have him push me back into the bed.
"Korin would have my head if I let you go when you need to rest. The woman is scary when in labor. She's scarier than any damn thing I've ever seen."
"Fine. I'll stay," I agreed, knowing that Korin was scary when she was normal, but put her through labor, and she was bound to be lethal. "Why was Hotohori here with me? He has a baby on the way god damnit!"
"He's been pacing back and forth all day. Give him a war an' he's calm, but give him a baby, and he doesn't know what the hell to do with himself. You were a distraction. You helped him get calm." Tasuki smirked.
"Glad to be of service." I mumbled. Suddenly a smile broke out on my face. The most beautiful child ever to be born was being brought into this world. With a father as beautiful as Hotohori, and a mother as devastatingly gorgeous as Korin, this baby was going to be THE single most beautiful person alive. Kinda eerie, but at the same time, amusing.
"What?" Tasuki asked in confusion.
"How beautiful is that baby going to be?" I laughed.
"Not half as beautiful as you." Immediately my heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest, my mouth went dry, and my hands started to shake. What the hell did he just say? I turned my shocked face to him, and tried to stop from fainting. Suddenly he burst into laughter, "GOT YA!" He was cracking up so hard that he held his sides in pain. I could feel anger welling inside me. He did stop laughing when a glass vase made contact with his head. He promptly fell into a deep sleep. (A/N: Just wanted to have fun with u readers, I hope no one's too angry with that little joke....)
"Oops." I giggled.
"Is this a bad time?" I heard a soft voice call from outside.
"Nope! Come in!" I called, now in a cheerful mood.
"Excuse me, but I have been told to come and retrieve your dishes if you are finished eating." A young girl asked. Her face staring down, her brown hair swept into a high bun, and her small frame hidden inside clothes that looked twice as big as she.
"You... you look familiar. Hold your head up." As soon as she lifted her head my smile widened. It was her! It was Yumi. Her brown-grey eyes sparkled with nervousness. "Where've you been kid?"
"I work in the kitchen, so unless you go to the kitchen, you wouldn't see me, Miss."
"My name's Sayu; not Miss. Anyway, why are you here getting dishes? Shouldn't a maid be doing this?"
"Yes, but all the maids are busy with her highness."
"I can imagine." I laughed a bit. Korin may be beautiful, but she still can be a hard ass. I'm sure the people helping her to give birth are not exactly having fun. "Well, I'm not done with my food yet. Would you like to sit and talk for a while?"
"I really should be getting back..."
"So? What's more fun than talking to me?" I teased.
"Um... ok."
"So Yumi, how old are you?"
"17."
"DAMN! You're only a year younger than me. I thought you were 14 or 15."
"Some tell me I look young..."
"You have to quit being so quiet around me. It's not like I'm a million years older than you. We're the same age group here. Now we can gossip, and blah blah blah, and all that stuff." I nodded vigorously.
"What do you want to gossip about?"
"Well, I don't know any gossip. You probably know more about what's up than me, so tell me, what is all the talk about recently."
"Nothing much." She said looking away a bit. She was obviously hiding something. I could feel the edges of my lips fighting to stay up.
"Come on there must be something."
"Not a thing of any interest." She was doing her damnedest to avoid my eyes, and the more she averted her gaze, the more sure I was that the gossip was about me.
"Please tell me." I asked quietly, as if trying not to scare away a small nervous child.
"Well... Some are saying that you... that you are a demon in disguise."
"Excuse me?"
"No one knows what prophecy you're from, and people are suspicious. You're always fainting, or having visions, plus there was that time that you came into the palace covered in blood. You singe-handedly slaughtered a group of men."
"I did not slaughter anyone." My voice was thick with anger. Who did these people think they are judging me like that?
"I shouldn't have said anything." The girl closed up, moving back slightly.
"No, I'm not angry with you. I just don't understand how no one can trust me when I haven't done anything."
"Amiboshi... he seemed to be a friend, but then..."
"I am NOT like him." I glared, but then softened when I saw the girl pull away even more.
"I should go back to the kitchen." Yumi reached for the tray, but I grabbed her wrist, holding it firm, but not squeezing.
"You want to know why I faint all the time, well so do I." I released her suddenly, and she stumbled backwards, "I'm sorry, but I... I don't understand any of this either. You see, Sayu is not my real name. I wasn't even born in this world. I was born in Tokyo. On my fourteenth birthday this white light surrounded me and brought me here, and then baba told me that my new name was Sayuki, and that I had a prophecy to fulfill. She told me that even though the written prophecy was destroyed centuries ago I still had to complete it. I still remember how I felt when she told me. I wanted to throw up. Little old me was supposed to become a warrior whose ambition was to complete some prophecy. I was just a kid trying to deal with my fucked up life. I came from a bad neighborhood, I had bad parents, and I was generally a bad kid. I, the screw up, was supposed to do something great? I didn't believe her, and even now I'm not sure if she has the right girl for the job because I don't know what's supposed to happen, and I don't know what's going on. "
"I never thought you were a bad person, if that helps." Yumi smiled weakly.
"Thanks. Why don't you sit, and tell me about you, since you know all about me." I pointed to the chair beside the bed.
"Oh, I really do have to go." Yumi apologized, now smiling widely, and brightly. I saw a glimpse of beauty hidden within the shy girl. I smiled back at her with a genuine smile of happiness. I had a new friend. A REAL friend!
"Alright. I'll see ya, ok?" I waved as she left. I attempted to stand, since I didn't feel weak, and was happy to see that I could stand and walk without feeling dizzy or faint. Actually, I felt overall healthier. I wasn't feeling sick or tired at all. I felt energized. It was odd. I stretched a bit, and did some practice moves. I felt perfectly fine. I was mid kick when I heard a scream pierce the air. Instantly, I teleported to the source of the sound, and there was Korin surrounded by maids, gripping the hand of a poor girl who was turning all the colors of the rainbow. Her hand would definitely be bruised tomorrow. I pried Korin's hand from the girls, and put my hand in hers instead. She turned her head to look at me, and smiled, but then frowned, and lastly she glared.
"Why the hell are you here?!?!?!" She yelled.
"Cause you're my friend, and the maid was on the verge of losing her hand." I smiled. Korin was about to retort something when she was shook with another contraction, and she let out a scream.
After half an hour of screaming, cursing, and hand squeezing, the baby was finally here. Korin's face was absolutely glowing when she finally got hold of the baby. I'd never seen her so beautiful before.
Hotohori was allowed in the room. He gave me a questioning look that said 'How, and when did you get in here?' He turned to look at Korin and the child, and I was forgotten. I couldn't help but smile at the loving picture of a family in front of me. A sudden flash of my father yelling at me as he chugged down beer played in my head. God was that baby lucky to be born into such a great family. I suppressed tears, and gave a smile before exiting the room. Everyone was outside. They gaped at me as I walked out.
"When did you get in there?" Tamahome asked.
"Half an hour ago."
"You should be resting!" Nuriko complained, smacking my arm.
"Ow!!!!!!!!!!! Nuriko you know your super strong!!!!" I whined, rubbing my arm, but then I stopped because it didn't hurt. As a matter of fact when Korin was squeezing the life out of my hand it didn't hurt either. Bewildered, I looked down at my arm. Everyone gave me a confused look (probably wondering why the hell I was staring at my arm as if I had never seen it before). I quickly teleported to my room, and pulled out the knife I usually kept under my pillow as I slept.
"Is there an enemy?" Naru asked, circling me.
"No." I replied, running the blade over the palm of my hand, watching my blood pool in the center.
"Sayu?" Naru asked.
Everyone bust into the room to find me holding the blooded knife, clutching my hand to my chest.
"Why did you do that?" Mitsukake ran to me, healing the cut as soon as he reached me.
"Why didn't it hurt?" I asked looking at him, lost, and afraid. This wasn't natural. I was supposed to feel pain. Normal people would have felt the sharp pain of the knife going through their flesh, but I didn't. The conversation I had earlier played in my head: 'some are saying that you... that you are a demon in disguise.' What if.... Oh god, what if... No, that was ridiculous.
'I am not a demon! It's the prophecy! It has to be the prophecy!' I thought frantically.
Knowing that I needed to calm down, I cleared my thoughts, and tried to think of when this started happening, but it was hard with everyone surrounding me asking me this and that, and scolding me. "SHUT UP!" I yelled. Everyone quieted, and I finally got a split second to think. Then it came to me. It was when I grabbed her hand, it was her! "Yumi!" I yelled out. I teleported in search of the girl, angered, confused, and hurt. She was supposed to be my friend.
What the hell did she do to me?
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DISCLAIMER: Oh kenshin. Oh kenshin! OH KENSHIN! HOW I WISH I COULD OWN YOU!
Random person: Um.... Wrong fic. This is the Fushigi Yuugi fic.
Me: I know, but even so, I don't own Kenshin...
Random Person: It's good to know that you don't own Kenshin, but nobody cares.
Me: Oh... well... I kninda.... Sorta.... Maybe... don't own any of the fushigi yuugi characters... maybe...
Random person: Much better.
I woke up staring at the ceiling. I chanced a look around, and saw that I was in a room I hadn't seen before. It was probably some random guest room in the palace. I moved to rub the sleep out of my eyes, but stopped when caught with a sharp pain. My chest hurt when I moved my upper body. The cut. I closed my eyes trying to remember yesterday. I went through the day's events, which ended with me fainting. I let out a long sigh. "What is with me being so weak lately?" I questioned aloud.
"It obviously pains you to be weak because you are used to being strong, independent, and quick witted. It unnerves you to be so dependent, and lost." I heard Hotohori say. When had he entered? I didn't bother to open my eyes.
"Nice observation, but you didn't answer my question. WHY am I so weak?"
"It's not my place to answer your question, but even if it was I don't know the answer. You're probably the only one who'll be able to answer your question. Anyway, here is your breakfast." His last comment made me laugh, and my eyes flew open so I could look at him.
"The emperor of all of Konan has come to give food to a unworthy weak girl. It almost seems as if you have some interest in me." I teased.
"If I did, Korin would kill me. Although, I would understand if YOU had some interest in ME. After all I am abnormally beautiful." He said it so seriously that I had to laugh again. He honestly believed he was out of this world beautiful. Well, I do have to admit that he is beautiful, just like Korin is gorgeous. However, I'd prefer someone more rugged, more sexy, more... wow, that was way off subject. Getting back to my conversation with Hotohori...
"She wouldn't kill you. Only maim you a little... a lot... yeah maybe she would kill you." It was his turn to laugh. Hotohori helped me prop myself up, and placed the tray on my lap. "How's Naru?"
"He's fine. He's actually sitting outside the door. He's been there for hours. Don't ask me how he knew which room you were in."
"He knows my scent. I'm sure that if I were in any danger he would have found a way in. He might even have attacked you. He's a little protective."
"He hates Tasuki." Hotohori said, drawing up a seat next to the bed.
"Everyone hates Tasuki," I said dryly, taking a bit of food.
"I'll never understand why you two hate each other so much. You're even worse than Tamahome."
"Tamahome doesn't hate Tasuki. I've seen them. They bicker a lot, but that's it."
"Well then, I've got a story for you: When Tamahome and Tasuki had first met, Tamahome had a lot of contempt for Tasuki. When he found out Tasuki couldn't swim he'd hold Tasuki over water until Tasuki begged. It was horrible." I was laughing so hard that I nearly cried. Oh how I wanted to see the look on Tasuki's face.
"You're so mean to Tasuki. Normal people would feel sympathy."
"Finally, someone who understands that I just can't bring myself to be nice to him. Could you please tell your wife that I can't stand him because for some reason I think she's hinting that I like the bastard."
"You do." Hotohori said simply. I nearly choked on tea. I what????
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?!" I screamed when I was through choking.
"Fell free to deny it, but it's the truth. Anyway, if you don't want to talk about that you could always tell me what happened that day that we found you in the garden."
"How can you just change subjects like that?" I questioned, but before he could answer me Tasuki burst into the room.
"Someone yell?" He asked. My cheeks flushed pink as I watched the recently discussed subject walk up to Hotohori and I.
"I knew it. I could see it from a mile away. Nowhere as beautiful as me, but who is." Hotohori commented before standing, and walking off. My brain was putty, and I couldn't think of a single insult to yell at Hotohori as he walked out of my room. Tasuki was still here however, which made my face even redder. What does he want? (A/N: when Hotohori says: "I knew it" he means that he knew Sayu liked Tasuki... He also was saying that Tasuki is no where as beautiful as him... just making sure u understand...)
"You ok? Your face is all red." Tasuki rubbed his chin in thought, while marching his gaze up and down me. I may have been wearing a robe, but I suddenly felt naked. I sunk down into the sheets, and told him I was fine. "What was Hoto's comment about?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Why did you yell?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Woman, be practical and tell me what happened. Everyone is worried."
"What, they thought Hotohori strangled me?" I said, recovering from my embarrassment, and finally getting the normal color of my face back.
"We all heard ya yell."
"So why are you the only one to come?"
"Korin is having the baby, and she's got everyone running around the palace getting this and that. I volunteered to check up on you instead of going for blankets." He smiled widely, proud of himself.
"I can see the worry in your eyes." I commented dryly. Then out of nowhere it hit me, "Did you say Korin was in labor?" I sat straight up, wincing in pain at the movement "I need to go see her!"
"You're too weak." Tasuki stated.
"Shut up." I growled, trying to stand, just to have him push me back into the bed.
"Korin would have my head if I let you go when you need to rest. The woman is scary when in labor. She's scarier than any damn thing I've ever seen."
"Fine. I'll stay," I agreed, knowing that Korin was scary when she was normal, but put her through labor, and she was bound to be lethal. "Why was Hotohori here with me? He has a baby on the way god damnit!"
"He's been pacing back and forth all day. Give him a war an' he's calm, but give him a baby, and he doesn't know what the hell to do with himself. You were a distraction. You helped him get calm." Tasuki smirked.
"Glad to be of service." I mumbled. Suddenly a smile broke out on my face. The most beautiful child ever to be born was being brought into this world. With a father as beautiful as Hotohori, and a mother as devastatingly gorgeous as Korin, this baby was going to be THE single most beautiful person alive. Kinda eerie, but at the same time, amusing.
"What?" Tasuki asked in confusion.
"How beautiful is that baby going to be?" I laughed.
"Not half as beautiful as you." Immediately my heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest, my mouth went dry, and my hands started to shake. What the hell did he just say? I turned my shocked face to him, and tried to stop from fainting. Suddenly he burst into laughter, "GOT YA!" He was cracking up so hard that he held his sides in pain. I could feel anger welling inside me. He did stop laughing when a glass vase made contact with his head. He promptly fell into a deep sleep. (A/N: Just wanted to have fun with u readers, I hope no one's too angry with that little joke....)
"Oops." I giggled.
"Is this a bad time?" I heard a soft voice call from outside.
"Nope! Come in!" I called, now in a cheerful mood.
"Excuse me, but I have been told to come and retrieve your dishes if you are finished eating." A young girl asked. Her face staring down, her brown hair swept into a high bun, and her small frame hidden inside clothes that looked twice as big as she.
"You... you look familiar. Hold your head up." As soon as she lifted her head my smile widened. It was her! It was Yumi. Her brown-grey eyes sparkled with nervousness. "Where've you been kid?"
"I work in the kitchen, so unless you go to the kitchen, you wouldn't see me, Miss."
"My name's Sayu; not Miss. Anyway, why are you here getting dishes? Shouldn't a maid be doing this?"
"Yes, but all the maids are busy with her highness."
"I can imagine." I laughed a bit. Korin may be beautiful, but she still can be a hard ass. I'm sure the people helping her to give birth are not exactly having fun. "Well, I'm not done with my food yet. Would you like to sit and talk for a while?"
"I really should be getting back..."
"So? What's more fun than talking to me?" I teased.
"Um... ok."
"So Yumi, how old are you?"
"17."
"DAMN! You're only a year younger than me. I thought you were 14 or 15."
"Some tell me I look young..."
"You have to quit being so quiet around me. It's not like I'm a million years older than you. We're the same age group here. Now we can gossip, and blah blah blah, and all that stuff." I nodded vigorously.
"What do you want to gossip about?"
"Well, I don't know any gossip. You probably know more about what's up than me, so tell me, what is all the talk about recently."
"Nothing much." She said looking away a bit. She was obviously hiding something. I could feel the edges of my lips fighting to stay up.
"Come on there must be something."
"Not a thing of any interest." She was doing her damnedest to avoid my eyes, and the more she averted her gaze, the more sure I was that the gossip was about me.
"Please tell me." I asked quietly, as if trying not to scare away a small nervous child.
"Well... Some are saying that you... that you are a demon in disguise."
"Excuse me?"
"No one knows what prophecy you're from, and people are suspicious. You're always fainting, or having visions, plus there was that time that you came into the palace covered in blood. You singe-handedly slaughtered a group of men."
"I did not slaughter anyone." My voice was thick with anger. Who did these people think they are judging me like that?
"I shouldn't have said anything." The girl closed up, moving back slightly.
"No, I'm not angry with you. I just don't understand how no one can trust me when I haven't done anything."
"Amiboshi... he seemed to be a friend, but then..."
"I am NOT like him." I glared, but then softened when I saw the girl pull away even more.
"I should go back to the kitchen." Yumi reached for the tray, but I grabbed her wrist, holding it firm, but not squeezing.
"You want to know why I faint all the time, well so do I." I released her suddenly, and she stumbled backwards, "I'm sorry, but I... I don't understand any of this either. You see, Sayu is not my real name. I wasn't even born in this world. I was born in Tokyo. On my fourteenth birthday this white light surrounded me and brought me here, and then baba told me that my new name was Sayuki, and that I had a prophecy to fulfill. She told me that even though the written prophecy was destroyed centuries ago I still had to complete it. I still remember how I felt when she told me. I wanted to throw up. Little old me was supposed to become a warrior whose ambition was to complete some prophecy. I was just a kid trying to deal with my fucked up life. I came from a bad neighborhood, I had bad parents, and I was generally a bad kid. I, the screw up, was supposed to do something great? I didn't believe her, and even now I'm not sure if she has the right girl for the job because I don't know what's supposed to happen, and I don't know what's going on. "
"I never thought you were a bad person, if that helps." Yumi smiled weakly.
"Thanks. Why don't you sit, and tell me about you, since you know all about me." I pointed to the chair beside the bed.
"Oh, I really do have to go." Yumi apologized, now smiling widely, and brightly. I saw a glimpse of beauty hidden within the shy girl. I smiled back at her with a genuine smile of happiness. I had a new friend. A REAL friend!
"Alright. I'll see ya, ok?" I waved as she left. I attempted to stand, since I didn't feel weak, and was happy to see that I could stand and walk without feeling dizzy or faint. Actually, I felt overall healthier. I wasn't feeling sick or tired at all. I felt energized. It was odd. I stretched a bit, and did some practice moves. I felt perfectly fine. I was mid kick when I heard a scream pierce the air. Instantly, I teleported to the source of the sound, and there was Korin surrounded by maids, gripping the hand of a poor girl who was turning all the colors of the rainbow. Her hand would definitely be bruised tomorrow. I pried Korin's hand from the girls, and put my hand in hers instead. She turned her head to look at me, and smiled, but then frowned, and lastly she glared.
"Why the hell are you here?!?!?!" She yelled.
"Cause you're my friend, and the maid was on the verge of losing her hand." I smiled. Korin was about to retort something when she was shook with another contraction, and she let out a scream.
After half an hour of screaming, cursing, and hand squeezing, the baby was finally here. Korin's face was absolutely glowing when she finally got hold of the baby. I'd never seen her so beautiful before.
Hotohori was allowed in the room. He gave me a questioning look that said 'How, and when did you get in here?' He turned to look at Korin and the child, and I was forgotten. I couldn't help but smile at the loving picture of a family in front of me. A sudden flash of my father yelling at me as he chugged down beer played in my head. God was that baby lucky to be born into such a great family. I suppressed tears, and gave a smile before exiting the room. Everyone was outside. They gaped at me as I walked out.
"When did you get in there?" Tamahome asked.
"Half an hour ago."
"You should be resting!" Nuriko complained, smacking my arm.
"Ow!!!!!!!!!!! Nuriko you know your super strong!!!!" I whined, rubbing my arm, but then I stopped because it didn't hurt. As a matter of fact when Korin was squeezing the life out of my hand it didn't hurt either. Bewildered, I looked down at my arm. Everyone gave me a confused look (probably wondering why the hell I was staring at my arm as if I had never seen it before). I quickly teleported to my room, and pulled out the knife I usually kept under my pillow as I slept.
"Is there an enemy?" Naru asked, circling me.
"No." I replied, running the blade over the palm of my hand, watching my blood pool in the center.
"Sayu?" Naru asked.
Everyone bust into the room to find me holding the blooded knife, clutching my hand to my chest.
"Why did you do that?" Mitsukake ran to me, healing the cut as soon as he reached me.
"Why didn't it hurt?" I asked looking at him, lost, and afraid. This wasn't natural. I was supposed to feel pain. Normal people would have felt the sharp pain of the knife going through their flesh, but I didn't. The conversation I had earlier played in my head: 'some are saying that you... that you are a demon in disguise.' What if.... Oh god, what if... No, that was ridiculous.
'I am not a demon! It's the prophecy! It has to be the prophecy!' I thought frantically.
Knowing that I needed to calm down, I cleared my thoughts, and tried to think of when this started happening, but it was hard with everyone surrounding me asking me this and that, and scolding me. "SHUT UP!" I yelled. Everyone quieted, and I finally got a split second to think. Then it came to me. It was when I grabbed her hand, it was her! "Yumi!" I yelled out. I teleported in search of the girl, angered, confused, and hurt. She was supposed to be my friend.
What the hell did she do to me?
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