Chichiri Potter
and the
Sorcerer's Staff
Ch. 4 By CuiAuthor Note: Caution….partial deathfic goin' on in this chapter…if you don't like that kinda stuff skip the dream part of it (dreams are always in italics), but I hope you won't cuz it's still a good story.
ENJOY!
As soon as the Suzaku seven felt the boat bunt the side of the dock, they instantly jumped off (especially Tasuki) eager to get inside, and sleep before the sun rose too high.
The children of Suzaku were tripping over themselves, and each other to get to the great wooden doors ahead of them. They were too tired to admire their surroundings; that would have to come later.
Chichiri took the lead to the short walk toward the doors, but their heads hung so low from their fatigue that they all nearly head butted the large, wooden double doors.
Chichiri lifted his tired head, and rubbed his sleep-deprived eyes to read the large golden letters on the crimson painted wood.
'Suzaku House' he read aloud, though his speech was a little slurred from his grogginess.
He turned to the others, who nodded, and he lifted one great, golden handle from the door and pulled (with help from Nuriko. Chichiri was amazed at how strong he was). The heavy door groaned and squeaked on its hinges, as it swung open before them.
Once inside, after shutting the door behind them, they all noticed a sign that read 'BED ROOMS' over a set of shiny marble stairs.
They all smiled tiredly, thankful that the beds were so easily found. All of them ran the rest of the way up, tripping every now and then, on the spiral staircase. By now they were so tired that they were tripping over nothing.
At the head of the stairs they were all breathing heavily, but it was Chiriko who noticed the God-given sign.
"Boys' rooms to the left and Girls' rooms to the right!" he exclaimed cheerfully.
All the boys, except Nuriko, bid Miaka 'good bye' before running left. Nuriko had decided to sleep in the girls' room, saying he was much like a girl and much to beautiful to be a man, anyway. The other boys were too confused and tired to argue, so they bid them both 'good bye' and headed to bed.
Chichiri snatched the hat off the ground as soon as Tasuki disappeared inside. He had to make sure the hat was kept safe long enough for Tasuki to get to where he was going safely.
"Give us that hat, monk!" the general spat.
Chichiri wiped the spit from his face, and stared coldly back at the general, his one brown eye burning with hatred.
This was another reason Chichiri had sent Tasuki off, he hated for Tasuki to see him this way, with the same lust for blood in his eye as these good-for-nothing soldiers.
This was the same rage he felt before he had stabbed his best friend, Hikou.
Chichiri rarely ever lost his temper, but when he did, he lost all reason. He himself only saw a haze of things when he got enraged, and now was one of those times.
"No." he growled coldly.
The general unearthed the spear from where Tasuki was once standing with a 'shik' sound, and held it to Chichiri face threateningly.
"What was that?" He growled, drawing the spear ever closer to Chichiri's face.
Chichiri's eyes began to haze over with that murderous rage. An immense red fog clouded his vision. All he could see was that general.
He was going to kill him. Chichiri was going to kill that man. Once Chichiri's hazed mind was made up he did something that shocked every soldier there, even himself.
He smiled.
Chichiri slapped the spear away from his face with the staff, then made a leap for the man.
His leap was in vain. He had ignored the other soldiers surrounding him, and paid for it.
Chichiri screamed as a spear struck him in the ribs, and came out the other end. He stumbled about in pain, spilling his precious blood on the dirt. Another spear came, this time in his chest coming out again in his back.
He screamed as he was struck again and again. The men would stab him through, then pull out their spears slowly, and stab him again.
His blood spilled out on his clothes, staining them a deep crimson, and onto the damp earth as his skin was torn away.
Finally the haze in his mind disappeared as they began striking his face.
He was choking on his own blood now, but they still didn't stop. No matter how much he screamed in agony.
"STOP, STOP, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING Y-." They struck him in the face again.
Chichiri lost all vision. The pain clouded his mind so much all he could do was scream and beg for mercy. He hated begging, but the pain was too much.
But his screams became a gurgling mess as he choked on his blood.
He was spitting out his crimson life, crying, screaming, but they still wouldn't stop.
Finally the beatings stopped, but only when Chichiri was nothing but a bloody and broken mess.
The general walked towards him, and snatched the hat from his tightly crossed arms. Chichiri hadn't even noticed he had held on to his hat the whole time, but his arms were now broken, so the general pulled the hat out with some ease.
"Taschki…" he slurred through his blood. The general kicked him in the stomach when he did. Chichiri bent forward into a fetal position and opened his mouth to cry in pain. When he did this the general kicked him in the teeth, breaking what was left of them. Then he and his soldiers, with the hat, left Chichiri on the hard earth to die.
Chichiri couldn't move, couldn't speak, all he could do was wait. Wait for his death to come.
His breathing quickened, it became harsh and rasping. Every now and then he would spit out blood, until he became to weak to do even that.
He started choking. He cried as his punctured lungs began to ache, and the horrible feel of the caught blood in his throat slipped backwards and forth, but wouldn't come out.
His death was painfully slow. His life flashed before him, he made a very rough smile as he remembered his life as a Suzaku Seishi. " I'll be joining all of you in heaven no da," he thought as his vision blurred again, and the world disappeared into blackness.
Finally he felt it. All his strength was leaving him now, his blood had suffocated him. His body stiffened and grew cold.
He was dead.
Chichiri nearly jumped out of his bed. He clutched himself tightly. It hurt, he muttered to himself, it hurt so much… How could he not have realized it. Why did it take him remembering that, that horrible death? He shuddered, "What had happened to Tasuki? Did he make it? No," Chichiri looked to Tasuki's sleeping hump under the covers, "I won't think about it, not now."
All of them, the Suzaku seven, were together again. Suzaku had given him a second chance; he had given all of them a second chance. He smiled to himself, it was real, it had all happened before, but now…
He looked at himself. He was a child! Was this new danger so bad that Suzaku needed them as children? He couldn't at least wait for them to grow up? He laughed at the way he looked, but was interrupted when the door to the boys' room burst open.
"C'mon boys wake up! It's time to get up! Today you get to meet the head master of this school! She's gonna tell ya why you guys were chosen to be here! So, get up!" Tamahome laughed. The other boys got up slightly groggy, but excited none-the-less. Miaka waved at them from behind Tamahome who said later he had found her in the hall, looking for food of course. They all laughed.
"Wait no da! What about Nuriko na no da?"
"Oh no!" Miaka cried slapping a hand to her forehead, " I had completely forgotten all about him!" Miaka ran off in the opposite direction saying that she'll meet them at the bottom of the stairs, so the boys continued on.
Still slightly sleepy, none of them spoke on their way to the stairs. None except….
Tasuki had made his way to Chichiri's side, and was questioning him quietly, so that none of the others could hear.
"Chichiri have ya…." He paused not really sure how to word his question, "have ya been havin' any weird dreams lately?" their was a nervous tone in his voice as he asked.
Chichiri stared at him, but before he could say yes, Tasuki interrupted.
"Ah, never mind. Listen to me, pryin' into yer personal life. Just forget I asked, kay?" but before Chichiri could answer. Tasuki had made his way back up to Tamahome.
"So who is this head-of-the-whole-freakin'-school lady anyways?"
Tamahome smirked. Oh, he just loved to be the bearer of this news.
"Taiitsu-kun." He just couldn't help grinning.
Tasuki stopped dead in his tracks, his normally tan skin became extremely pale, and his usually bright amber eyes glazed over with obvious fear.
"Tttttttaitsu-kkkkkkun?"
Nuriko stretched happily, feeling the satisfying crack in his back as he raised his arms over his head. He sat up on the soft bed, letting the soft pink sheets slide off his slender body, wondering what time it was. He searched the rooms for Miaka, his amethyst eyes glittering as the lights and shadows in the room hit them.
Miaka wasn't there.
Nuriko raised himself up, sliding his cold feet inside the fuzzy pink slippers that were supplied to them on the side of each of their beds.
He walked over to the window. From what he could tell, it was about 5:oo in the afternoon.
He tossed his hair to the side, and decided to go back to the boys' room. He was starting to get lonely.
Just as he was about to touch the doorknob…Miaka came bursting through.
"C'mon Nuriko." She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door.
"Everyone's already awake; we're going to see the head master of the school!" she chided excitedly.
"Head master?" Nuriko asked as he was being dragged along the halls.
"Yes, yes! Tamahome told me, yes, he told me that her name, her name is,"
"Just spit it out Miaka!" Nuriko chimed excitedly.
"Taiitsu-kun!"
A/N: WOO HOO, the place of Dumbledore has been taken by Taiitsu-kun. Wow, me and my friend were talkin' about who would be Dumbledore. At first it was going to be Suzaku, but Taiitsu-kun seems more of the God of the World type of person don't you think. And she's much more likely to be the most powerful wizard. YAY I had fun writing this chapter. R&R bye bye
Luv Cui