The Wife of Four
Disclaimer: Those who guessed correctly that it was Fushigi Yugi that I crossover with Sailor Moon were correct. But sadly, I don't own any shows nor the characters, unless none of them sound familiar with the two shows.
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Ch1
Miaka is a very confused fifteen-year-old Suzaku no miko. That very morning since she woke up, all she had seen were servants bustling around back and forth. Her dull greenish eyes just watched as everyone worked hard for the purpose she wasn't sure of.
Tamahome leaned over his girlfriend and asked, "Is this for the summoning ceremony?"
"I don't think so, no da!" Chichiri said, popping out of nowhere. Tamahome and Miaka jumped at the sudden arrival of the blue-haired monk. "I heard something about a special guest arriving today from the advisors."
The fiery orange-head bandit laughed as he leaned against the doorway. "Yeah, maybe it's Hotohori's future wife that's paying him a visit," Tasuki said with a smirk.
A sharp pain erupted on his head when Nuriko punched him on the side of the head, sending him flying into the wall, leaving his body imprinted into the wall. "Watch your mouth, Tasuki," the cross dresser snarled. He dusted a light layer of debris from Tasuki's crash landing off of his lavender dress. "This person happens to be very important. Some people say that she's a lot more important from Hotohori-sama."
Chiriko walked in at the same time as Mitsukake. "Who could be more important than the emperor of the country?" the fifteen-year-old flute player asked. Chiriko glanced down to his metal flute and continued, "What is she like?"
"As much as how interesting this conversation is, Hotohori asked that we go to the throne room," Mitsukake said. He turned around and lead everyone to the room where the eighteen year old emperor awaited for the guest.
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Hotohori was sitting in the throne room with a calm expression on his face. He sat with his back straight, his arms by his side, and his face serious and void of emotions, just as someone in his position must be. All his advisors, friends, and servants would take one glance at him and would declare him as a calm, collected emperor who's not at all worried.
But if any of them were able to open up his body and peer inside, they would be able to see that he was not at all calm, collected, not does he have no worries. Hotohori's heart was pounding so fast that if he was racing a horse that same speed, Haruka would've been so proud of him (not that Hotohori even knows Haruka). His palms were all sweaty as sweat formed and slide off the side of his face.
Questions began running through his mind as quickly as they come. Why is she finally visiting after not showing up for the past two years? Why hadn't she send a message or even show up for just a second to ensure us that she's all right? What if when she's on the way to see him, she ends up being ambushed and got hurt, or worst, killed? What is she got some bad news about Konan and the war that might happen with Kotou?
So many questions of 'why' and 'what if' swam through the sea of doubt and anxiety the young emperor had. Hotohori shook his head and took a deep breath. She's almost here and she wouldn't want to see him lose confidence like this. If she ever caught wind of those questions, she would just laugh and shake her head, saying, "You really should have more confidence, you know. How do you think your people will trust their lives to you when you don't even trust the people close to you?"
"Really, Hotohori-sama, you could try to calm down. Everything's going to be fine," Nuriko said, sauntering into the room. He played with his long braid before throwing it to the side. "With the way you're acting, it's almost as if she's coming here with her husbands by her side."
The other five Suzaku seishi and their miko froze and all stared at Nuriko with wide eyes. Husbands? Did they hear something wrong? They all looked at each other. No, the others had heard it come out of eighteen-year-old man as well.
They all looked at Hotohori as they heard his reply, "You're right, Nuriko. She just left a note saying that she's the only one coming. Her husbands aren't going to show up. Thank Suzaku, I don't think that I'll be able to handle with all four of them being here."
Four! Husbands! Who the heck is Konan's beloved emperor waiting for? And why in the world does this one woman have FOUR HUSBANDS?
Miaka stepped forward and asked, "Um…Hotohori, who is it that's coming?"
"And what the hell do ya mean by 'four of them'?" Tasuki asked, scratching his head.
"That's exactly what he means, Suzaku seishi," a voice said, casusing everyone to jump and look towards the door.
Standing there was a young man with short-cropped blond hair with sharp blue eyes. He had a slight smirk on his face as he looked at them with a predator-like grin. He wore a pale yellow shirt that ended at his thighs and revealed the slim but muscled arms with dark bluish-grayish pants. But what really caught their and made them all alert was the sword strapped on his back, kind of like the way Tasuki has his fan fastened on.
Tamahome glared at the newcomer and stood protectively in front of Miaka, who stood with her mouth dropped from shock at the handsome man in front of them. "Who are you, stranger? An ally or an enemy?" Tamahome questioned harshly.
The man's smirk grew larger as he saw how everyone seemed to move closer to become a barrier separating him from their priestess. "You could relax, I'm not here to kill the Suzaku no miko," he said. He heard the sighs of relief and couldn't help but chuckle and play with their minds a bit more. "I'm not here for her, but I am here for the emperor."