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Adult ++
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Theory
Title: Child Of Flame
Author: BlackFlame
Fanfiction: Fushigi Yuugi
~*II:Disclaimer:II*~
Hello. I’m BlackFlame. ::bows formally:: Now, I do not own Fushigi Yuugi, as much as I’d love to be from Osaka, and live okyookyo, and go to Anime Expo 2002 because I am an excellent manga artist, and make Miaka a terrible cook because I hate Tamahome. ::sighs:: Well, I have that last part down…the hating Tamahome thing, but that’s not good enough. Mostly because my name is not Watase Yuu. It’s-- ::snorts:: Eyah, like tel tell you what my real name is! ::la:: A:: Anyways. All characters that are used here on in are the creation of Miss Watase and not me…Except for Miranda…. but that’s not something to be proud of. Don’t worry about it; that’s next chapter. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy my idea of a very morbid story. ^^; I honestly have no clue where any of this came from. I am a very happy person and I came up with all this sadness. ::sighs:: Oh, well. Anyways. I’d better let you read this and stop blabbing. Je ne!
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Chapter Two: Theory
“NYAN NYAN!!”
A pink bubble floated around Mt. Takkyoku until if found the owner of the old, decrepide voice. With a soft “pop!” the now adult looking Nyan Nyan landed on the hard marble floor delicately. “Hi, Tai Yi-Jun! ‘Sup?”
The Creator of the Universe of the Four Gods shook her head, “Why do you insist on learning that world’s vernacular?”
Nyan Nyan smiled, “Because I can.” Her smile turned sly, “And because you hate it when I do.”
Tai Yi-Jun rolled her eyes. “How is Nakago?”
Nyan Nyan thought for a moment. “I’d say he’s confused as hell about now. I proved to him that I was a little more real than he thought.”
“What?!” Tai Yi-Jun looked about ready to strangle the girl. “He was supposed to think that you were imaginary!”
Nyan Nyan dropped her cheerful mask. “Not if he doesn’t take my advice anymore because I’m ‘imaginary.’ He’s seventeen, Tai Yi-Jun. The imaginary best friend bid hasn’t worked for some few years.”
“But, you could have told him that you were a ghost or something!” The Creator massaged her temple. “We don’t want him remembering anything.” She sighed, “At least the others still believer in you.”
“No, they don’t,” Nyan Nyan piped.
“…What?”
Nyan Nyan sat on the floor and crossed her arms, her accustom buns and braids trailing down her shoulders and just brushing the floor as she moved her head. “No onlievlieves I’m just imaginary anymore. In fact, they gave up on that before Nakago did.” She sighed and stood before walking to the Creator. Nyan Nyan sat at the foot of Tai Yi-Jun’s unadorned white marble throne and rested her arms and head on the Creator’s robed knee. “They all know I’m real, they just don’t know that they used to know who I am. They all feel special, though. So, it’s good enough, if not better than the imaginary best friend thing.”
“But what if you spark a memory,” the Creator asked logically.
Nyan Nyan looked sadly up at her, resting her chin on her hands before she responded and closed her eyes. “Then as much as I hate it, I make sure it doesn’t turn into a flame.”
Nyan Nyan opened her eyes and looked away from her “Mother,” her anger smoldering in her violet eyes. She remembered how many times she’d had to do just that because something Nakago’s father or mother did that triggered a memory in the boy, or when a dream brought the sight of a beautiful ageless dragon that granted wishes. They did not want any of the senshi awakened for with their memories came their powers. That was Nyan Nyan’s purpose.
The paths of the celestial senshi were all carefully thought out. Nakago and Soi were born as sister and brother because Nakago was very young when the father had begun to use him, and Nakago could not unleash his power where he could not be trained. So, give him a reason not to want vengence. Give him a reason to care. So, Akiko was born.
Neither child was truly alone. Nyan Nyan had never left either of them. She couldn’t do anything, but at least she could be with them before and after they were used, and though they didn’t know it, during. She had wanted to kill the mother and father. She had wanted to slit their throats right then and there. But Tai Yi-Jun had forbade it, and so, Nyan Nyan had held her blood-lust in check.
Barely.
“Nyan Nyan,” the Creator called her servant out of her angry past and back to the present. Nyan Nyan looked back at her, a certain amount ondlindling anger and chagrin for her inability to control in on her child like face.
“I know how you feel, girl,” the Creator voiced, annoyance and a hint of her own anger in it. “But we didn’t learn of it in time to prevent the abuse, and what’s past is past.” The aged woman sighed, looking older than before. Yes, it was possible. Even her sexless self, the True Creator, and thought they were gods, the celestial beasts had all begun to age. As did Nyan Nyan who had been but a mere child when the Suzaku miko had come to this world.
The delicate balance of the Universe was still frail. It was ready to topple again. That was the reason for the reincarnation of the celestial warriors. For whatever was still in the book when it disappeared would go with it. And with the exception of Nyan Nyan, who was not a true goddess, none of the gods nor Tai Yi-Jun could leave the Universe. So, when the Universe died, so did the Creator and her Children would go with it.
Miaka, the late Suzaku no Miko, had seen the book as something tangible, even evil about the Book of The Universe of the Four Gods. How she could think that when she had met all of them, Nyan Nyan had no clue, but she had, and had seal the Book away with noble intentions. However, the two hundred year cycle was almost over and the only way to keep the Universe from falling apart when it was reborn was to have a new Miko appear. With the Book sealed away, that was impossible. So as the two hundred years approached, the celestial beings of the Universe aged.
Each god had a Power to do with the Universe that was shared among the other’s, except for Seiryu and Suzaku. Wisdom had come from Genbu. The eldest of the gods had created the Laws of the Universe, at Tai Yi-Jun’s request. He decreed that the Universe would be reborn in a cycle, so that none of them would age past a point, for if the people aged to a particular point, the gods would be forgotten and cease to exist. With that, He said that He alone should not hold all the Power, for even gods were not perfect and could become tangible. And so, Genbu’s brothers were born, and He was no longer alone.
The virtues of inner and outer strength came from Byakku. One had to be strong in order to endure the rebirthing. And one had to be able to remember everything, for one could only learn from mistakes and experiences. If such things were forgotten, what was the point of learning said things in the first place? The Tiger was the symbol of royalty, and royalty protected and served those they ruled over, thus was the reason of government. And so, the strength to govern was executed by Byakku.
Seiryu held one Power alone to Himself and shared with the others one. The Power He shared was the desipline to understand what He was learning, for if one could not understand why something was that way, how could one learn what it meant? The Power He held to Himself was Blood-Lusting. His need to kill or be killed was what gave things fear. If one does not fear, then one becomes reckless and thus made more mistakes then should have been made. However, fear could also paralyze and keep one from doing what was needed, so the sense of “kill or be killed” was not shared and was given disapline to compliment it, so that fear did not overcome all things.
The Phoenix god also held one Power to Himself and shared one with the others. The will and passion to live came from Suzaku. Immortality was a hard thing to live with. Few truly wanted to live forever, and only a fiery passion would give one that want to live for so long. Suzaku’s true Power was that given him by the Phoenix in him was that of rebirth. Needless to say, for one to be reborn, one needed a Phoenix. There was no other way.
Of all the gods, Seiryu and Suzaku alone held on Power to Themselves. The Power to give life and to take it away was too much for one Being. And so, the Powers were separated from one another and given physical forms and thus were born the gods of Life and Death; Suzaku with his Power of rebirth and hope from death and despair, Seiryu and his willingness to kill before he could be killed. Thus was decreed but Genbu, and thus was how it was to be.
Nyan Nyan closed her eyes again and hugged the Creator’s knee. “What are we going to do, Tai-chan,” she asked, the cheerful masked she’d taught Chichiri gone, showing the Creator herrierrified she really was.
“I don’t know, Nyan Nyan,” Tai Yi-Jun replied, her voice full of unshed grief for her “Children.” “For once, I just don’t know.”
Author: BlackFlame
Fanfiction: Fushigi Yuugi
~*II:Disclaimer:II*~
Hello. I’m BlackFlame. ::bows formally:: Now, I do not own Fushigi Yuugi, as much as I’d love to be from Osaka, and live okyookyo, and go to Anime Expo 2002 because I am an excellent manga artist, and make Miaka a terrible cook because I hate Tamahome. ::sighs:: Well, I have that last part down…the hating Tamahome thing, but that’s not good enough. Mostly because my name is not Watase Yuu. It’s-- ::snorts:: Eyah, like tel tell you what my real name is! ::la:: A:: Anyways. All characters that are used here on in are the creation of Miss Watase and not me…Except for Miranda…. but that’s not something to be proud of. Don’t worry about it; that’s next chapter. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy my idea of a very morbid story. ^^; I honestly have no clue where any of this came from. I am a very happy person and I came up with all this sadness. ::sighs:: Oh, well. Anyways. I’d better let you read this and stop blabbing. Je ne!
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Chapter Two: Theory
“NYAN NYAN!!”
A pink bubble floated around Mt. Takkyoku until if found the owner of the old, decrepide voice. With a soft “pop!” the now adult looking Nyan Nyan landed on the hard marble floor delicately. “Hi, Tai Yi-Jun! ‘Sup?”
The Creator of the Universe of the Four Gods shook her head, “Why do you insist on learning that world’s vernacular?”
Nyan Nyan smiled, “Because I can.” Her smile turned sly, “And because you hate it when I do.”
Tai Yi-Jun rolled her eyes. “How is Nakago?”
Nyan Nyan thought for a moment. “I’d say he’s confused as hell about now. I proved to him that I was a little more real than he thought.”
“What?!” Tai Yi-Jun looked about ready to strangle the girl. “He was supposed to think that you were imaginary!”
Nyan Nyan dropped her cheerful mask. “Not if he doesn’t take my advice anymore because I’m ‘imaginary.’ He’s seventeen, Tai Yi-Jun. The imaginary best friend bid hasn’t worked for some few years.”
“But, you could have told him that you were a ghost or something!” The Creator massaged her temple. “We don’t want him remembering anything.” She sighed, “At least the others still believer in you.”
“No, they don’t,” Nyan Nyan piped.
“…What?”
Nyan Nyan sat on the floor and crossed her arms, her accustom buns and braids trailing down her shoulders and just brushing the floor as she moved her head. “No onlievlieves I’m just imaginary anymore. In fact, they gave up on that before Nakago did.” She sighed and stood before walking to the Creator. Nyan Nyan sat at the foot of Tai Yi-Jun’s unadorned white marble throne and rested her arms and head on the Creator’s robed knee. “They all know I’m real, they just don’t know that they used to know who I am. They all feel special, though. So, it’s good enough, if not better than the imaginary best friend thing.”
“But what if you spark a memory,” the Creator asked logically.
Nyan Nyan looked sadly up at her, resting her chin on her hands before she responded and closed her eyes. “Then as much as I hate it, I make sure it doesn’t turn into a flame.”
Nyan Nyan opened her eyes and looked away from her “Mother,” her anger smoldering in her violet eyes. She remembered how many times she’d had to do just that because something Nakago’s father or mother did that triggered a memory in the boy, or when a dream brought the sight of a beautiful ageless dragon that granted wishes. They did not want any of the senshi awakened for with their memories came their powers. That was Nyan Nyan’s purpose.
The paths of the celestial senshi were all carefully thought out. Nakago and Soi were born as sister and brother because Nakago was very young when the father had begun to use him, and Nakago could not unleash his power where he could not be trained. So, give him a reason not to want vengence. Give him a reason to care. So, Akiko was born.
Neither child was truly alone. Nyan Nyan had never left either of them. She couldn’t do anything, but at least she could be with them before and after they were used, and though they didn’t know it, during. She had wanted to kill the mother and father. She had wanted to slit their throats right then and there. But Tai Yi-Jun had forbade it, and so, Nyan Nyan had held her blood-lust in check.
Barely.
“Nyan Nyan,” the Creator called her servant out of her angry past and back to the present. Nyan Nyan looked back at her, a certain amount ondlindling anger and chagrin for her inability to control in on her child like face.
“I know how you feel, girl,” the Creator voiced, annoyance and a hint of her own anger in it. “But we didn’t learn of it in time to prevent the abuse, and what’s past is past.” The aged woman sighed, looking older than before. Yes, it was possible. Even her sexless self, the True Creator, and thought they were gods, the celestial beasts had all begun to age. As did Nyan Nyan who had been but a mere child when the Suzaku miko had come to this world.
The delicate balance of the Universe was still frail. It was ready to topple again. That was the reason for the reincarnation of the celestial warriors. For whatever was still in the book when it disappeared would go with it. And with the exception of Nyan Nyan, who was not a true goddess, none of the gods nor Tai Yi-Jun could leave the Universe. So, when the Universe died, so did the Creator and her Children would go with it.
Miaka, the late Suzaku no Miko, had seen the book as something tangible, even evil about the Book of The Universe of the Four Gods. How she could think that when she had met all of them, Nyan Nyan had no clue, but she had, and had seal the Book away with noble intentions. However, the two hundred year cycle was almost over and the only way to keep the Universe from falling apart when it was reborn was to have a new Miko appear. With the Book sealed away, that was impossible. So as the two hundred years approached, the celestial beings of the Universe aged.
Each god had a Power to do with the Universe that was shared among the other’s, except for Seiryu and Suzaku. Wisdom had come from Genbu. The eldest of the gods had created the Laws of the Universe, at Tai Yi-Jun’s request. He decreed that the Universe would be reborn in a cycle, so that none of them would age past a point, for if the people aged to a particular point, the gods would be forgotten and cease to exist. With that, He said that He alone should not hold all the Power, for even gods were not perfect and could become tangible. And so, Genbu’s brothers were born, and He was no longer alone.
The virtues of inner and outer strength came from Byakku. One had to be strong in order to endure the rebirthing. And one had to be able to remember everything, for one could only learn from mistakes and experiences. If such things were forgotten, what was the point of learning said things in the first place? The Tiger was the symbol of royalty, and royalty protected and served those they ruled over, thus was the reason of government. And so, the strength to govern was executed by Byakku.
Seiryu held one Power alone to Himself and shared with the others one. The Power He shared was the desipline to understand what He was learning, for if one could not understand why something was that way, how could one learn what it meant? The Power He held to Himself was Blood-Lusting. His need to kill or be killed was what gave things fear. If one does not fear, then one becomes reckless and thus made more mistakes then should have been made. However, fear could also paralyze and keep one from doing what was needed, so the sense of “kill or be killed” was not shared and was given disapline to compliment it, so that fear did not overcome all things.
The Phoenix god also held one Power to Himself and shared one with the others. The will and passion to live came from Suzaku. Immortality was a hard thing to live with. Few truly wanted to live forever, and only a fiery passion would give one that want to live for so long. Suzaku’s true Power was that given him by the Phoenix in him was that of rebirth. Needless to say, for one to be reborn, one needed a Phoenix. There was no other way.
Of all the gods, Seiryu and Suzaku alone held on Power to Themselves. The Power to give life and to take it away was too much for one Being. And so, the Powers were separated from one another and given physical forms and thus were born the gods of Life and Death; Suzaku with his Power of rebirth and hope from death and despair, Seiryu and his willingness to kill before he could be killed. Thus was decreed but Genbu, and thus was how it was to be.
Nyan Nyan closed her eyes again and hugged the Creator’s knee. “What are we going to do, Tai-chan,” she asked, the cheerful masked she’d taught Chichiri gone, showing the Creator herrierrified she really was.
“I don’t know, Nyan Nyan,” Tai Yi-Jun replied, her voice full of unshed grief for her “Children.” “For once, I just don’t know.”