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My Strength, My Love	By : Moonraven Category: +. to F > Fushigi Yuugi Views: 2207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-My Strength, My Love
- 2-The Return of Life
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Author's notes and
warnings: The story takes place not long after the
OAV focusing on Tasuki's thoughts about Chichiri, beginning with the first time
they met. It's written in the first person, as if he's telling a story, so his
thoughts will pretty much be all over the place. This is the first time I've
written in this style....I hope I did okay. I only saw the subtitled VHS
version and in those, Tasuki's language is not all that bad. But from what I've
read on the net, I can only assume that the Subtitled version is very mild.
I'll try my best to live up to all the 'Tasuki foul mouth fan club', please be
tolerant. The story contains sexual situations but not very graphic or in
abundance, I'm not THAT brave yet.

SPOILERS for pretty much the whole series and OAVs.

Disclaimer: I do not (although desperately wish that ) ow) own Fushigi Yuugi
and it's characters (especially Chichiri-sama). I make no money from this and
only live on the feedback I get. (hint, hint).

Please (on hands and knees) let me know what you think.... as a writer, I can
only grow with feedbacks. Hugs!

My Strength, My Love

By Moonraven

The first time I saw him, he scared the shit out of me. I mean, WHAT the hell is he? What the HELL is he wearing? What the hell kind of word is 'DA'? Come to think of it...what the HELL have I
gotten myself into? I'm surrounded by
weirdoes! First, there is that self-loving narcissus, then a crossing
dressing muscle man�not to mention the disaster prone girl I was born to
protect. Now I'm faced with a geek who
has no eyes, well two slits don't count, with a weird hair-do. And what the fuck are those 'bubbles' around
his neck? I FUCKIN' WANNA GO HOME!

I swear to Suzaku, those were the exact thoughts going through my messed up
mind and pretty much in that order.
Those feelings changed as we spent more time together and by the time we
were in Kuotu, I found that I actually felt safer with him around.

I know, THAT didn't take long, did it?

What is it about Chichiri that can make me feel....peace? I hadn't felt that for as long as I could
remember and it took me a while to put a name to it. Peace and something else I still have a hard time naming. It makes my chest feel tight (as well as my
pants) and there's a knot in my stomach.
I don't like it...but I know I can't live without it. I don't wanna go there now.

The first time I saw him without his mask, I nearly fell off the fuckin' tree
we were on. The only thing that saved
me was the fact that I was so stunned, I froze. Makes a lot of fucking sense,
huh? Hell, half the things I feel make no sense at all.But that doesn�t matter. I wouldn't have
traded it for all of Tama's money, hehehe, even though it would�ve been worth A
LOT to see him squirm.

At first, I didn't know why he had a mask on and every time the subject came
up, he just sorta looked at me with those itty bitty eyes and smiled. No fuckin' answer. Okay, okay, so maybe he's self conscious about his scar, but
shit, I think it makes him look fuckin' hot.
Yeah, yeah, id iid it. What? I can't admit that another guy is hot
without actually having the hots for him?
And NO! Chiri and I ain't like
that. He's so fuckin' pure I think the
sun would rise in the west before I ever fucked with him. I meant 'meswithwith him'. Not that I want to, fuck him, that is. HELL no...of course not...he's a
guy......and I'm a guy......and I don't wanna go there now. Chiriko would�ve said that it's
counterproductive. Whatever the fuck
that means.

Just because it felt damn good to be held by him don't mean nothin',
right? Hell, I was half DEAD! It would have felt good to have Hotohori's
old advisor hold me. That fuckin' Tama!
Every time I think about it, I wanna 'Rekka Shienen' him to a crisp. He stayed with me all of that night, you
know. NOT Tamahome! Chichiri. Stay with
the program, will ya? That fuckin'
Tama.

Anyway, Mits couldn't use his healing powers on me yet �cause he�d just healed
Miaka, so after he patched me up Chiri sat with me all night. That's just the way he is. I woke up in the middle of the night and
found him dozing in the chair next to the bed.
No mask. Fuck, I didn't wanna
sleep after that. You don't get ta see
him without that mask very often so why waste the opportunity? So I stared. Pretty much the whole damn night.

Even when he slept he projected this.... strength. It made ME feel strongerehowehow. I thought maybe I didn�t even need Mits. Hell, do I even know what the fuck I'm
talking about? All I know is that I
felt safe. I felt like every thing
would turn out just fine. And I was
haead,ead, remember? Have I mentioned
that he looks damn good without his mask?

Strength. First glance at Chichiri and
you�d never connect him with that word.
He's a couple of inches shorter than me and sure as hell built smaller. I'm talking about his skeletal frame, not
another, more hentai, attribute.

Although I have to admit that I would really love to explore ...*ahem*....,
where was I?

Oh yeah, strength.

With Chiri, you can't just look at him though, you gotta feel him. (Shit, if
only I could.... )

What I meant was if I had ta go up against some bad ass demon, I'd rather have
just Chiri with me than all of Hotohori's army, any day. I ain't saying he's invincible, hell
no! But he sure as hell can make you
feel pretty damn confident. I remember
going up against Nakago in Miaka's world.
We had no fucking seishi powers but with Chichiri by my side, I felt I
could take on even Seiryuu himself.
Shit! That may not be all that
good after all. I mean, what if I had?
Gone up against Seiryuu I mean.
I would have been more crispy that I ever made Tama. Heh, heh, good thing it didn't come to that,
eh?

I don't think it's just me, though. I saw others coming to talk to him all the
time. Even Hotohori, the great Emperor
of Konan, asked for his advice. I saw
Hotohori giving orders and leading the troops, but I knew who was behind those
orders. I knew who had been giving
strength to the Emperor. Just like he
had given it to the rest of us.

That's his true power, you know. Not
that he can teleport, not his chi blasts, not his magic shit. His true power is what he brought out in all
of us. The shit he endured alone so we
could be the best that we can be.
Somehow that came out like one of Hotohori's recruiting campaign for his
army. I can�t help thinking that if
Chichiri had been a Seiryuu warrior, they wouldn't have been as fucked up as
they were. Hell, he could�ve probably
helped Nakago become a better person, if he�d had enough time. I have that much faith in him.

He told me once I'm hot-headed. Shit,
scratch that. He tells me that ALL the
time. But it's the first time he told
me that I can't forget. It was
something in his beautiful eye that told me re dre different but he don't
care. It told me that he'll always be
there for me, he'll always be the calm in my storm if I ever needed him. I can't even recall a time when I didn�t
need him anymore. That look in his eye
gave me hope that this feeling I have may one day be returned. But I don't wanna go there yet, less I'm
disappointed.

Hope.n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes"> When Tama and Miaka had that
problem with 'no sex or we can't summon Suzaku' thing, he actually fuckin'
suggested 'other alternatives'. Nuriko
and I choked on the sake we were drinking.
He told us that Suzaku is the God of love and fire and that his servants
are required to know a few things.
Nuriko, in his bad ass way, asked how does Chichiri know and who did he
practice with? Chichiri's staff smacked
down on Nurio fao fast, I hadn�t even seen it move. Our ever-surprising monk blushed a few shades of pink and said
'no one', then mumbled something about reading an ancient text and not actually
practicing. Nuriko, not learning from
the fuckin' bump on his head, asked if Chichiri wanted some practical
lessons. Before the staff could come
down this time though, he offered me as the learning partner. The staff never descended, but that look on
Chiri's face, I will never forget. Do I
dare hope?

So I'm hot-headed. Like ya can't
tell. I got a fuckin' fan that spews
fire, for Suzaku's sake! My hair is
fn' n' orange, pretty much like the flames I shoot. With all that heat, didn�tcha ever wonder why there ain't that
much damage around me? I'll tell you
why. Chichiri. All he has to do is
touch me and I can feel the peace slowly flow into me. If he's not within touching distance, his
voice alone can take the edge off of my fiercest tantrums. Although I would much prefer that he touch
me.

I did NOT just say that. Didn't I say I
don't wanna go there?

There was a time, though, when I didn't think too much of Chichiri. That was when Nuriko died. I sure as hell thought that he was one cold
bastard. Well, I guess compared to a
bawling kid like me, even Miaka looked cold.
It hurted. It hurted real bad to
loose a friend and I couldn't see past my own damn feelings. I couldn't see that he was hurting too,
maybe more so than any of us. I got a glimpse of it that night though, when I
couldn't stop crying. He took me in his
arms and held me all night. We slept
like that, with his body curled up protectively around mine. I had never felt safer or warmer. There was no sexual overtone; we were both
exhausted and filled with grief, but we did find comfort in each other's
embrace.

It was after that very night that I finally admitted to myself that I want more
than friendship from Chichiri. I found
myself wishing I could plunge my tongue deep inside him, swirl it around him
and taste all that is Chichiri. I want
him to screw me until we have no strength left. Fuck, I want to feel him inside me so bad sometimes I can't
bre. Me, Chiri and Tama. Or should I say Taka.Hell, they're the same. I don't wanna hurt my head thinking about
THAT turn of events.

No one is gonna take Chichiri from me.
Unless of course Chiri himself decides to leave me. I don't doubt that he will if my train of
thought keeps wandering below the belt.
Did I mention how hot he looks without that damn mask?

Lately he hasn't been wearing it, you know.
Ever since he made peace with Hikou, he wears it less and less, usually
only when we're in town around people.
That makes it even harder for me not to stare. Harder for me to keep my fuckin' hands to myself. I can'tn gon go to the hot springs with him
anymore. Just the thought of him naked
gets me hard so fast, my head spins.

I think he might suspect something.
He's been giving me strange s.
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