Summary: Seiryuu SeishiStory> Whenever it comes to fighting Suzaku seishis and their miko, Soi could easily blind them with her powers. But what happens when she's faced with an opponent that'll blind her witless?
Okay everyone! Here is a quick story that just came from the top of my head. Great ideas comes from there, right? Don't expect this to be long, since I'm mostly busy with my lifestyle. Just one quick note of warning: THIS FANFIC IS NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES. (I sound like a TV commercial…) it contains some scenes, vulgar language…only appropriate for 15 and up readers (if you're mature enough to handle it)
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi. But you've got to admit they're great.
Chapter 1: Within the Chambers
Down the dark corners of the Seiryuu temple, Nakago walked noisily with booted footsteps against the silence. As anyone could hear from his actions, he was in a bad mood. It was another defeat against the Suzaku warriors, and day by day those weaklings come closer to summoning the bird God. And when that happens, Konan will be protected from its enemies, especially form Seiryuu. Obviously, that was a bad idea. Being the general of an army, Nakago knew all kinds of defenses and combat tactics, but never as in NEVER had he lost a battle. So, Nakago paced restlessly with anger on the marble floors, until a squeak resounded behind him.
Soi had been listening wide-awake to Nakago's paces while lying on her canopy bed. She couldn't sleep, while he wasn't in the state. She knows, as well as everyone, that Nakago never loses a battle, especially when it's between the Suzaku and them. Now that Suzaku had found their miko, there was no stopping them from calling the God himself. Soi closed her eyes. If that does happen, it'll be the end of her days. "So little time. I can't die yet. Not without him." were her muttered words as she tried her hardest to sleep. It was in the middle of the night, and there was only one person, besides her, that couldn't sleep peacefully from the day's events. But whenever Soi hears those steps, she just can't understand why he's so determined to wake everyone up because he's miserable. Instinct told her to stay put and try her best to go back to sleep, but her heart told her to go to him. He was the only one, the only one Soi would swear she would only love. Part of loving someone was to care for them, too. So she rose from her bed and silently opened her door, without success. A squeak came from the action and jerked Nakago to a halt. He turned to face Soi, dressed only in a kimono and a thin nightshift. For Soi, Nakago's emotions were clearly visible on his face. Anger, frustration, hurt, longing…all types of sadness she never knew he had, since he placed a different face everyday. It was all Soi couldn't do but reached out to him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked
"Same thing you are"
He gave a mirthless laugh "You've no idea what the hell I'm doing."
"Of course I do," she replied, her voice was raspy and quiet "Because I'm going through the same things."
For one moment, Nakago's face turned different as he digested all her words. Clearly, she didn't know what was on his mind. She might be stronger than most women, but she (as all women are) can't deny the feeling of desire. Through a haze of suffering and agony, he reached out for her, the only person in the world; he would ever allow to comfort and soothe him. He grasped her hand and yanked her to him. The contact was enough to knock the breath out of Soi. She was never this close to anyone, including Nakago.
"You know what I'm feeling right now, Soi? Could you promise me that?"
NO. Her mind screamed "I don't know what you're going through now, but whatever comforts you'll need. I'll give."
She fleetingly closed her eyes and leaned closer to whisper in his ear "Anything, my love"
His fingers played teasingly the curve of her neck and tilted her head for a kiss. He angled his head to gain better access to her mouth. He greedily took all she freely gave, her desire in exchange for his agony. Through the kiss, she took all his sorrow, unhappiness and replaced it with her love. By then she haven't realized that both of them were in her room, driving each other mad. One by one. He took all her clothes away and laid her on her bed, not breaking the kiss. Nakago ravished her with intense need. Soi choked back tears. She knew how painful it would be to sacrifice oneself for the comfort of another, yet here she was, obliging his needs while silent tears streamed from her face.
"This is too much." She thought.
"Too much." She just silently placed the back of her hand to her lips to stifle a sob.
Nakago finally lifted himself up from a slumbering Soi. He rearranged his clothing from above the scene that presented him: Soi lay like a bruised angel. Her kimono and shift gaped open at chest and hips. Fresh blood marked the white linen sheets, marking her a bruised angel.
"She would've been perfect." He muttered.
He walked away from her, the sadness decreased by a little, and turned one last glance at her. "If she hadn't visited hell first," and with that, he left to walk back to his chamber, while the bruised angel opened her eyes that brought sad silent tears.
