Title: Sister of Dragons

Summary: A series of one-shots revolving around a girl from our world being born into theirs, but not as any regular person, but as the sister, older or younger, of a Dragon. Whether it be the Original Dragons or the Present, expect Fluff and Angst Galore!

Word Count: ~5000

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Akatsuki No Yona; but Chae-Seon is of my creation.

Notes: I love Zeno, dearly. He's such a tortured soul—I can't even imagine the suffering he went through… Thus, of course, I had to write about him having a sister! A poor, poor sister who knows the fate of her dear brother… (at least, she eventually, finds out).

Another note, this is BEFORE Zeno met Kaya and a great deal of his psychological trauma from repeated failed attempts of suicide, the death of Hiryuu and the Original Dragons, two thousand years alone…etc. So, he IS different in this fic; not referring in third person, not so falsely happy, more insecure and naïve, and so on.

And, as always, I have no beta, only my sweet but short time, so there may be mistakes and such.

Warnings: Alternative Universe, Original Character, Language, Violence, Blood, Emotional Angst, etc.

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~~~~~~Her Brother~~~~~~

Sister of Zeno

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Sibling: Zeno

Position: Overprotective Older Sister

Brother's Age: 17

Her Age: 22

Summary: She knew that the bond she had with Zeno couldn't possibly compare with that he held with the other Dragons. It still hurt.

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Bitterness rose inside of Chae-Seon, but she tried to keep it down as she watched where Zeno was rough-housing with the other three Dragons. Or, rather, one-and-a-half dragons, because Abi was above such things, Shuten was just egging the situation on while dodging attacks, and Guen was just laughing with while seeming to fail to notice Zeno slowly running out of oxygen from beneath his arm.

Everything in her screamed to go over, to snap at them, and check Zeno over for injuries—injuries she knew she would never find—but she restrained herself. She did so because she could see, for all his dramatics and panic, Zeno was smiling brightly and having the time of his life with his brothers. Never once looking over at her—

Something snapped beneath her foot and she distantly wondered what it was, before deciding she didn't care. She spun on her heel, walking away from the training area. She ignored the warm presence of Bean Buns underneath her arm, freshly made at her request by the castle's staff when she had mentioned that she her baby brother got hungry this time of day—

Swallowing down her feelings, she walked aimlessly throughout the palace. The servants gave her curious glances—the tension she was creating in the air no doubt obvious—but subsequently left her alone. After all, she was Lord Ouryuu's honorable older sister. She wasn't really special herself, but she was related to the Yellow Dragon by blood so surely there must be something not worthless about her…

She shook her head, trying to banish her thoughts from her head. She knew that some people did think that about her, but also that she had more than earned her place here at the palace. She wasn't the strongest of fighters, but she was more than adept at taking care of herself and her general intelligence wowed those who knew she came from a poverty ridden, war-torn zone. She sat in on the council meetings same as her brother—not at first, but King Hiryuu…—and made meaningful comments both on the battlefield and off. Hiryuu as well as those around him were stunned at her ideas of social reform, economics, and life in general—helps that she came from a world with about two thousand more years more technology and ideas, even if she only held a few of those ideas—and she was glad that she could contribute in some way…but…

Zeno.

Light shone in her eyes and she realized that she had somehow found herself outside once again. The gardens, in particular. She wasn't really surprised, it was a peaceful place filled with flowers and life that felt as different as night from day from the plague-ridden, dead zone that she and Zeno had been forced to grow up in. Being born into this world, she had immediately experienced sensations and pain that hadn't touched her in her previous life and, for all her 'other worldly knowledge', she had been barely scraping by just like anyone else. It was still a miracle that they had survived, in her opinion, and many times she had feared that Zeno would perish before he even had the chance to become the Yellow Dragon—

Though, maybe that would have been better—

She shook her head again, firmly ignoring that trail of thought and all the pain it brought her. She had already accepted that Zeno was the Ouryuu, that there was nothing she could do to stop his—

She huffed, ignoring the finely crafted marble bench to sit at the base of the grand cherry blossom tree right at the center of the garden. It was shaded, with blossoms fallen beside her, and truly the best place for a nap or relaxation…but, no matter how she tried to relax, she found it impossible.

No matter how she tried to get rid of that image from her mind, Chae-Seon just kept on seeing Zeno's smiling face as he played with the other Dragons. Or, rather, she couldn't forget the jealousy that had rose inside of her at the sight.

She knew that was a bit overprotective of her younger brother—which was ironic given that, out of everyone in the entire kingdom, he was the one person who couldn't be harmed—but she honestly felt no remorse over it. She had said before that she had been born into a world of starvation and sickness, surviving to four had been a miracle it of itself. She had been terrified, knowing nothing of the world around her, of why she had been placed inside of this hell of struggle day in and day out—

But…then…Zeno had been born. It was right after her father had died of the plague that Zeno had been born. In all honesty, Zeno probably should have died as well, but something—and she knew what it was, now—had kept him surviving. Kept him living long enough that, even after their mother passed, Chae-Seon was old enough to try scavenging for the two of them.

In those early days, when he had brown hair and no fangs, she hadn't realized that she had been that Zeno. The one from a favored story of hers from long ago… She knew that she lived in Kouka Kingdom and all, but, well, there were like five towns named Buffalo in America so forgive her if she didn't instantly know she was in a world that she only learned about from a manga.

Regardless, she had loved her baby brother from the moment that she had first saw him. Fought and did whatever she had to in order to secure his survival. It wasn't as hard as it could have been, at times, because little Zeno claimed to be able to hear the gods and, well, she had no reason to doubt him. The times she did listen to him, it turned out for the better—or, more often, was a warning that, without, they would have died for sure from such as plague and natural disaster—and she found herself content with their little, if rough, life.

Then…one day…he had disappeared.

She had panicked, unable to find him anywhere. They travelled around a lot—it was easier than trying to beg for scraps in one place, if more dangerous; it's why she learned how to wield a sword—so she thought that maybe he was just around the area. But no matter who she asked, or where she went, he was nowhere to be found.

Unable to do anything else, she had fallen to her knees—screaming to the heavens above. She demanded for them to bring Zeno back. Begged because, without him, her life had no meaning. She would do anything, would even die, if it meant that she could have him back! So bring him back from wherever They had taken him—

Unsurprisingly, the skies didn't answer, leaving her to drown in her sorrow alone.

Though, on further recollection, she thinks they might have.

It was the next morning, waking up from where she had passed out in tears against a tree trunk, that she heard a pair of travelers walk by. They were talking about the current war going on in what would one day become the capital of Kouka, about how the man with red haired, who claimed to be from the heavens, had been betrayed by the nobles and was sentenced for execution. What had been the name he had been calling himself—Hiryuu?

Freezing in place, despite knowing that the travelers couldn't possibly see her from this angle, she felt her heart beat frantically in her chest. Whether her memory really was that good, or the gods were assisting her in her recollection, she immediately remembered a tale about an individual with red hair. That person had been a princess, not a man, but her rumored predecessor and found of the Kouka Kingdom had been a man.

A man named Hiryuu.

She wasn't sure if was blind, foolish grasping at hope or her truly falling into delusions over her despair at Zeno's experience, but she started making her way to the heart of the war. She almost didn't survive, had so many close calls, but, through divine intervention she was sure, she barely managed to make it in time for the scheduled execution.

It was then that she saw them, from a distance on the hilltop she had run up for a better view, fighting in the middle of the battlefield. They were tiny blips, but she could accurately see a shade of red, blue, green, and white fighting next to one another. And, not only those colors, but yellow.

Despite only remembering her baby brother with the hair color of brown, her heart thumped in her chest at the sight and she found herself carelessly running out into the battlefield towards that yellow. Many soldiers, from both sides, tried to stop her, but she was like a woman possessed and skirted out their grasps and dodged their blades. Nothing would stop her from getting to her brother's side, nothing—

At least, nothing did, until it did.

In retrospect, she really should have been more concerned about what she looked like, running at their little group with a sword in hand and manic expression on her face. That, and the fact that she was somehow dodging all their warriors was sure to be concerning as well. All of that coupled with the fact that she was running at the King—more like the yellow haired boy standing at his side—that they had just barely saved from execution—yeah, she wasn't really surprised when she thought about it.

That she had been targeted special by the Hakuryuuu, Ryokuryuu, and Seiryuu, really shouldn't have been surprised, given her luck thus far.

If it weren't for her instincts cultivated from sleeping with one eye open, she would have definitely lost an arm to the sudden slash of the green-haired man's—Shuten, her mind supplied unhelpfully—spear towards her side.

She dove to the side, and, looking up, saw his surprise that he had just struck at a woman. He had tried to say something, but she responded, on pure adrenaline, by pushing herself up and trying to run past him.

She was, of course, forced to jump back at yet another slash at her body. Only, this time, it wasn't Ryokuryuu's spear, but Hakuryuu's claws. Looking back, it had been more of a warning than a desire to actually rip her apart, because he had held his hands up, obviously confused yet serious at a possible threat towards his King—again, she had been running to the nearly executed Hiryuu, with a sword, with a crazy look on her face, and dodging everyone…

The logical side of her told her that she needed to calm down, say something along the lines of sanity so that the Dragons wouldn't cut her down where she stood, and really was going to when she suddenly saw a blade coming towards the blonde head—

She reached towards her sword on the ground, frantic to stop the blade coming at the blonde head, but suddenly felt herself unable to move.

If two Dragons wasn't enough for her pathetic little self, three Dragons evidently was. Because, one moment, she was reaching down for her blade, and the, the next, she was paralyzed.

She wasn't sure when she had looked into those beautiful, ethereal golden eyes…but, apparently, she had and it was definitely Game Over now that she had. She couldn't move a muscle, felt her sword fall from her grasp as breathing became more and more difficult as she felt something being squeezed—

She choked, despair filling her if she wondered if this was really the end. She knew that Seiryuu's power was insanely easy to use to kill people instantly. She had done nothing to prove that she wasn't a threat, so she wasn't surprised that Abi was taking her out before she could possibly become one.

A small part of her just wanted the blonde to turn around, to look at her.

To show her that it really was her baby brother Zeno.

To show her that it wasn't her baby brother Zeno.

Because, for all that she yearned to see her brother, she…she didn't want that Zeno to be her Zeno. Because that Zeno…if the story truly went the way as she remembered, then that Zeno would go through unimaginable despair, loneliness, and agony. She didn't want that life for her baby brother, for her beautiful hearted and compassionate brother who occasionally heard the words of the gods…

She would rather die here, seeing that that Zeno wasn't hers, and that hers was somewhere else far away and with a fate far better than that of the man in front of her…

Just as blackness filled her vision, she saw the blonde man turn around—the blade at his head being deflected by King Hiryuu, with her none the help in warning him—and face her.

Blue eyes met hers, shocked, and she felt despair completely consume her.

'It really is you…' She thought, as she lost consciousness, not hearing Zeno's screams for Seiryuu to stop and she is my—

'Zeno…'

Returning to the present, Chae-Seon let herself have a bitter smile. That had been the beginning of the end, she supposed, but in many more ways than she could possibly know. Zeno had somehow managed to get Abi to stop choking the ever-living life out of her and rushed to her side just as she collapsed. She had been resuscitated soon after, Zeno was a very persistent brother who excelled at waking her, and the teary reunion that followed was filled with more sorrow than Zeno knew.

She had tried to pretend that nothing was wrong—that she hadn't confirmed her worst fears, that he was the Zeno who would suffer for thousands of years—and berated him for leaving her to go fight in a war. He had responded that he really hadn't planned to! It just happened and he was going to go find her right after he saved Hiryuu—

Of course, battlefields are not the place for teary-eyed reunions, so she had sucked up her feelings, lightly smacked her brother for causing her such trouble, stood up, ignored the other Dragons, and started fighting without another word. The Three Dragons had been wary of her, even with Zeno's terrible explanation of who she was, but had undoubtedly agreed that this was not the place for this.

If they purposely watched her every time she got near Hiryuu or Zeno, she pretended not to notice.

And…thinking back…she supposes that nothing had really changed. The Three Dragons were keeping her from her brother and, unless he makes the effort himself, she will never be able to reach him, no matter how much she fights.

Sighing, she played with one of the cherry blossom petals from the ground, frowning when her fingernail ripped through its fragile skin. Since then, a lot had happened. She obviously wasn't going to leave her brother—indestructible or not, regardless of the fact that he and the other Dragons weren't aware of that yet and thought him useless—to fight a war for the formation of a kingdom alone. The other Dragons were wary, and it took King Hiryuu welcoming her with opening arms—yeah, she hadn't expected that—for them to back off and relax around her.

Now, she would even say they're all decent friends. She was Shuten's drinking buddy and one of the few that could go for antagonistic debater to listening ear in a second, advised and trained with Guen who respected her for her knowledge and love for her—their—brother, and was a calm, level-headed presence with tact for Abi to commiserate with. She even got along pretty well with King Hiryuu—as awkward as it was sometimes—and often found him listening intently to her words about humanity—something that he, for all the watching he had done from the heavens, was rather inexperienced with—and the ways people thought.

She knew they cared for her, but still—

Her fingernails tug into the blossom petal and then into her skin below. She ignored as it began to pinch and continued pressing even as she felt it cut into her palm. It was better her hand than her saying something stupid like she didn't like how Zeno spent less and less time with her these days and didn't rely on her as much because why would he when he had such reliable for big brothers—

"Chae-Seon."

Startled by the voice, she found herself reaching to her side for her blades and was surprised when she felt a soft bundle. She scowled, both at her actions and the cold Bean Buns, before looking over at the familiar voice. "King Hiryuu," She said respectfully. Usually, she would get up, bow even, but she felt herself weighed down by more than gravity.

The red-haired king, handsome and always emanating an aura that she didn't need to be a Dragon to feel, was walking towards her from the garden's entrance with a smile. He stopped before her, about to say something, when his eyes darted down, and he frowned.

"You hurt your palm."

Before she could say anything, King Hiryuu had his hand in hers, examining it with a frown. It surprised her that he was worked up on such a small thing when he had received, and given, wounds about three feet longer than the little pinprick.

He sighed at her, obviously very displeased at the imprint. "Humans are so fragile," He muttered, to himself most likely, before looking up at her. "You need to take better care of yourself," He chided. "Zeno would surely be upset that his sister was not taking care of herself…"

Bitterness welled up inside of her, and, while she didn't pull her palm back, she did look away with a scowl. "He'll be fine," She muttered. "He doesn't need to worry for me."

After a moment of quietness, she looked back and found Hiryuu's violet gaze examining her intently. She wondered what he was doing—she would have told him long ago that staring so intently at someone generally made them uncomfortable but, well, as a king that was a good feature so she kept quiet—when he spoke quietly. "You miss him."

It was a statement, not a question, but she treated it like it anyway. A flush rose on her face as she vehemently denied his words. "What? How could I miss him? I literally saw him ten minutes ago."

He tilted his head—a cute gesture, she would have corrected that too, but, honestly, it was endearing—and his frown widened. "Just because you know he's here," He spoke. "Does not mean that you do not miss him. Why?"

She wanted to scowl. Why was he asking her if he was the one who brought up the idea that she was missing Zeno despite being of walking distance from him? Distance…

She must have said the last word out loud—or King Hiryuu could read minds and wasn't telling anyone—because he was nodding. "Yes," He nodded again. "There is a distance between you? Why? I know you love each other very much, why are you distancing yourself from him?"

"I'm distancing myself from him?" She found herself reacting, irritation flaring up inside despite her attempt to keep her feelings locked up. "More like the other way around! He doesn't need me! He hasn't ever since he met you guys!"

She bit her lip, feeling like she had said too much.

She had, given Hiryuu's frown of confusion. "…Are you angry with Guen, Shuten, Abi, and I?" He asked, looking quite sad.

Well damn, doesn't he look more like a kicked puppy than a fearsome dragon—

"No," She said shortly, though it was a bit of a lie. "Forget I said anything. Don't you have some work to do? I could have sworn that you have some sort of meeting with an official—"

"Chae-Seon," Spoke Hiryuu seriously, but softly. "Nothing can come between the bond you share with your brother. You have been with one another your entire lives, nothing can break that."

For someone who didn't know much about humans, he was definitely a quick study.

She sighed, feeling defeated. How did those stupid nobles ever go against this guy? He was like the incarnation of the universe's strongest magnet. You try to get away, but he somehow reels you back in and bonds you so tightly to him, you have no desire to leave.

If this is how I feel, how must have the Four Dragons felt when he died? How did Zeno…—

"It's just…" She found herself saying. "He…he's growing up." She admitted softly. "Before, it was just us, and I was selfish in the knowledge that I was the only one that he was looking at, that he was relying on. But now…"

"Now there are others in his life," Finished Hiryuu, nodding in understanding. "But why do you think this diminished your bond any? Yes, he has drank the blood of the Yellow Dragons, but still you share more than a simple drop of blood—"

"My blood with him can't compare!" She exclaimed. "It's—" —Stolen blood, I shouldn't have even been born— "Nothing compare to the blood of Dragons. When I die, he'll feel nothing, while he can find any one of you no matter how far he travels!"

"Don't say that," Spoke Hiryuu, suddenly stern. She wondered what she had said wrong, because she only felt weak knee—like any sane person—at the sudden fire in his eyes. "Don't say that, if you were to die, he would feel nothing. I hope I or the others haven't given you that impression, but we all would be distraught if anything were to happen to you…"

She ignored the warm feeling that created in her chest, the swirling mass of dark emotions in her covering it up quickly. "Of course," She said dispassionately. "I know he'd…you…would be sad if I died. But you, Zeno, would get over it, because I'm just a normal human. In heaven, if I should go there—" He got a weird expression on his face at that, and she quickly plowed through, panicking at what she almost revealed. "—I don't think that he'll join me. If the choice is between being with me and being with you and the Dragons…"

She huffed out, letting out a small bitter laugh. "Well…he's already made that choice before…"

"Chae-Seon…"

Hiryuu's voice sounded in her ears, but she ignored it, pain welling up inside of her from where she had pushed it down.

They never heard anything about Zeno's parents or family in the manga. Only of Hiryuu…Hiryuu and the Four Dragons. There was the mention of Kaya… but nothing of his family from before…

A small, insecure, part of her wondered if that it would be the same this time. And that the version she had read from her world was the exact same as the one here. That she really had been born in canon, but was too insignificant and unimportant to possibly mention—nonetheless be a cherished memory for Zeno to hold on to—

She breathed out, trying to force control over her emotions only for them to spill over, her voice cracking.

"He doesn't need me." She whispered, biting her lip as she looked away, furious with her show of emotions.

"Chae-Seon…" Hiryuu started, but was cut off by her swiftly getting to her feet.

"Here." She pulled the bundle from her side, pushing it towards Hiryuu dispassionately. "It's Bean Buns, Zeno's favorite. But…he's busy, so I doubt he's even thinking about food."

"You do not want them?" Asked Hiryuu, neither taking nor rejecting the treats.

She dispassionately shook her head, laying down the bundle when Hiryuu didn't take them.

"Not hungry anymore."

With that, she walked towards to one of the other exits from the garden.

Hiryuu remained sitting there, watching her even as she disappeared behind a corner.

Gurgle

"It is not good…" Hiryuu spoke out loud. "To spy upon your sister…"

A blonde head poked out from behind one of the garden pillars, looking guilty and biting his lip. After a moment, Hiryuu let out a sigh. "I'm talking to all of you…"

With that, Hakuryuu, Ryokuryuu, and Seiryuu stepped from their individual hiding places, each having varied expressions but with at least one thing in common—guilt.

Hiryuu had seen them in the hallway beside the garden a few minutes ago. They must have become curious at whatever conversation that he and Chae-Seon were having. They had probably been about to reveal themselves, but, at the sound of Chae-Seon's words, had hidden instead. Hiryuu was honestly surprised that Chae-Seon hadn't noticed—she was so observant on a regular basis, she was truly distraught to have not noticed their presence—but hadn't spoken up himself even after he, himself, had seen them. He felt a bit guilty, but he honestly thought that his Dragons should hear her pain.

"I believe these are for you." Said Hiryuu, placing the bundle of Bean Buns into Zeno's hands.

The blonde Dragon's hands shook as he took them, but Hiryuu didn't mention it nor did the others. Nor did they say anything when he neglected to open the sack, despite the obvious grumble of his stomach.

A moment passed—Hiryuu, despite his desire to make Chae-Seon feel better, to know that she truly was a part of their family, admittedly didn't know how to go about doing so—before Zeno looked up, biting his lip with a determined expression.

"I-I need to go!" He said, yet made no move to leave.

A moment passed…

Beside him, Shuten snorted, pushing the blonde forward when the latter failed to move after another moment. Zeno stumbled forward, looking at Shuten in confusion who only rolled his eyes.

"Hurry up," Said Shuten with a rolling of his eyes. "Don't keep that Bipolar Dragonfly waiting. Can't have her saying such stupid things."

"Shuten…" Frowned Guen, his tone laced with warning, though he didn't refute the words.

"Eh?" Shuten stuck his finger in his right ear, comically rubbing seemingly without a care in the world. "Do you want her to go around feeling like that? Stupid woman, saying stupid things like it wouldn't matter if she up and died…honestly, women…"

"That woman," Spoke Abi elegantly. "Has a firmer grasp on great many things that an uncultured brute like you couldn't possibly hope to match…"

Shuten scowled. "You want to fight, O' Great Fainting One?"

Abi's golden eyes flashed. "You would be paralyzed where you stand—"

"Zeno," Interrupted Hiryuu, stopping the half-hearted argument before it could truly start. "I think it's time you go to her."

"But I…" Zeno hesitated, suddenly looking very small. "What can I say to her…? She…I didn't know she felt like that…I'm such a terrible brother…"

"We all are," Spoke up Guen, his expression tight with a frown and furrowed brow. "We didn't even notice our Sister was feeling this way and let her suffer. It is true that we possess the blood of Dragons and are bonded that way, but there are many other bonds that do not have to be shared by blood to make any less true."

"I agree with Guen," Nodded Hiryuu. "Though I doubt Chae-Seon would so easily change her opinion…"

"She is really stubborn…" Muttered Shuten in agreement, only to be slapped across the head by Abi. "Ow!"

"But then—" Began Zeno, a bit desperately only for Shuten to sigh in frustration.

"Listen, Zeno," Spoke Shuten with a scowl. "Her issue is that she wants to know you still need her, right? So, I don't know, go…ask her to do your laundry or something."

Shuten dodged to the side this time as Abi went to smack the Ryokuryuu. But, as he landed, he kept on walking, pushing the unsure Zeno forward towards the direction that Chae-Seon had disappeared to.

Guen frowned at the suggestion, also following the Ryokuryuu and Ouryuu. "But this is not only Zeno's problem," "Is that really what you think the issue with that suggestion is…" "But all of ours! We must come together to comfort our Sister!"

"Well if you have any bright ideas you Oaf…"

King Hiryuu smiled at the leaving Dragons before turning towards Abi. "Will you also go to comfort Chae-Seon, Abi?"

Abi scowled, letting out a sigh before running a pale hand through long blue locks. "Chae-Seon's going to need a level-headed presence with whatever those three try. Once she gets tired of them and kicks them out, I will make her some Daechu-Cha Tea…I do believe I still have that case she liked last time…"

Hiryuu watched as Abi trailed off after the other Dragons, deep in thought already.

He smiled, feeling calmness return. If it was those four, he believed they could accomplish any task they put their mind to.

Though, he did hope that Chae-Seon was ready for her Four Dragon Siblings…

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Ah, it's really hard to compete with Dragons for your brother's attention, isn't it Chae-Seon? I understand, but you have more than one brother right now. …and maybe a sister, cause I definitely support FemAbi stories XD. I purposely did not mention Abi's gender and I may or may not write future fics with Abi being a female (maybe even a Fic with Chae-Seon being FemAbi's Sister—course, any Abi at all is great).