|The True Priestess of Seiryu
Author: Hiei'sTreeHuggingGirlfriend PM
Yui has been replaced by shameless and sharp tongued Rin Izaya. See how the story of Fushigi Yuugi would change and be told from the side of this relentless Seiryu priestess. Rated T for language and sexual themes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Nakago & Suboshi - Chapters: 14 - Words: 59,371 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 05-04-13 - Published: 05-10-12 - id: 8104379
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Alright; its been awhile since I've put up a fanfic. This is my first story ever with Fushigi Yuugi too. For fair warning, I'm going to follow along with the original Fushigi Yuugi story line as much as possible, tweaking it along the way to accommodate for my main character. There will, however, be some added scenes in the middle, meaning it's not entirely based on the Fushigi Yuugi story line either. I'll do my best to keep all Fushigi Yuugi characters in their proper character ( I make no promises though).
I apologize in advance for my main character's name (some of you may recognize it from another anime/manga entirely.) I planned on changing it once I found a better when, but I eventually had so much writing with this as her name that I couldn't possibly thinking of changing it now. My bad. ^^;;;
Oh, disclaimer time: I do not own any of the Fushigi Yuugi characters. My main character, however, belongs exclusively to me. So hands off. D
Without further adieu, here is the beginning of the story.~~~
Herein contains the story of a young lady and her quest to gather the Constellations of Seiryu together. And if you, the esteemed reader, should read to the story's end, the spell contained within this book shall bestow upon you the powers of the heroine, and grant you your wish. For indeed the moment the page is turned the story will become reality.
She was monstrous. Even her appearance seemed to speak of a connecting to her inner animal, or rather, her inner demon. Those who bore witness to her slaughter swore on their lives that she was a demon, the devil incarnate. Few would've denied that she looked fierce; blood tangled in her short black hair. Drops of the vibrant red liquid touched her smooth, wan cheeks and stained the front of a thin, worn out shirt that had once been white, but looked a dull gray. Swiveling, her leering gray eyes moved from one man to the next, face contorted was contorted. Baring her teeth like a dog, her nose was wrinkled much like her lip. These were, however, less unsettling then the smirk that remained plastered across her pale lips. In her grasp, held fast in her thin hand, the glimmering of a blood coated blade matched the shine that emanated from the entire outer curve of her ears. The citizens that observed stared with slacking jaws, aghast, containing her in a circle that was at least two feet wide at all times. Only the bravest or strongest among the crowds dared step within this space.
Scattered about the street, within this circle around the girl, were four bodies. All men and dressed in filthy, unkept garments each had at least one blooded spot upon their bodies, though two sported a great many gashes and stab wounds. One was a rather large man, heavy weighted, while another, one that had been killed with relatively little struggle, was small. The other two were both men of average size and bulk; enough muscle that if they'd been alive, the scrawny demon girl would've seemed little to no challenge for them from physical comparison alone.
Shoving past the citizens, a handful of military officers, clad in blue shaded clothe and armor glittering in the midday sun, left their horses behind in the care of one of their fellow men. At the head of these soldiers was a man whom bore an overpowering presence. A dragon's head leered down from his helmet at those inferior in height, and a royal blue scar hung around his shoulders, covering his face. The only thing clear about his features around the scare was his eyes, the color of sapphires, and the hair that broke free of his helmet in small, golden yellow tendrils. As the men approached the scene, the blue eyed, blond haired soldier was the only one not to gawk in utter disbelief or cringe at the sight in the center of the circle which the city goers had formed around the demon girl.
As they step forwards, scattering around to guard the citizens of their city, the demon swung her gray eyes to the soldiers that had made there way to towards her. Her gaze focused in on the man with sapphire eyes, being the warrior that stood a step in front of any of the others that had arrived with him.
" Neh, neh," her voice came out hoarse, crackling, but she still managed to speak at a level volume, " I don't suppose you all would be kind enough to tell me just where the hell I am right now, would you?" Despite her words, she held her knife up in front of herself, eyes moving over the cluster of soldiers. Her gaze quickly returned to the blue eyed man. With a nonchalant wave of her free hand, she went on. " These guys were too busy trying to get a piece of my ass; they didn't have the time to tell me." then she motioned to the two men closer to the guards and added. " And neither did their friends. People here sure are busy." A smirk pulled at her lips and she gave a snicker.
" You little bitch-!" one guard began to step forwards until the blue eyed soldier held out his arm to prevent him. All of those with the man turned stares onto their blue eyed leader.
" I'll take care of this." he declared, voice deep. As he stepped forwards, the demon girl's eyes narrowed, though the twisted smile never wavered from her lips. Flicking her wrist, she knocked the blood still lingering on her blade to the ground and held it aloft once again. Her tongue slide past her lips and ran along her lower lip as her eyes took in the blue eyed general; from his size and build to the tiniest details of his decorative armor.
" You have pretty eyes." she said with a little smile. The general gave a blank stare back at her, not unsettled by her sudden compliment like his underlings were.
She had no warning or even a chance to defend herself.
An invisible weight crashed against her chest, enough force behind it that the demon girl was thrown off of her feet and sent flying down the road, heading straight one of the many buildings in the area.
The impact with the structure, had the immediate attention of the general. A faint glow that emanated off of the girl, an aqua blue. When she reached the wall, she struck the wall with a light thump rather then the spine crushing crash that was supposed to occur. After a few seconds, this female demon sank slowly to the ground, turned slightly onto her right side so that the left was angled upward. Her head bent at an angle, her temple resting against the wall. When the glow faded the girl lay still, unmoving except for the small rise and fall of her torso. The general, his soldiers in toe, walked towards the demon, watching her, holding onto their weapons as though they expected her to leap to her feet and begin massacring at anytime.
Gazing at her, the general and his men found a dragon glaring up at them from its imprinted place upon her shoulder.
" Just who is this girl?"~~
She woke slowly, eyelids fluttering. It took several seconds for her eyes to clear and when they did, she blinked hard, turning her head to the side. Groaning, she reached out a hand and began to pick herself up, a blanket falling away from her neck as she did. When she lifted her torso, however, a deep, agonizing pain rippled through her chest, knocking the wind out of her. Biting her lower lip, she gasped, cringing, arms wrapping around her bandaged, bare midsection.
" A broken rib." a voice echoed the words that were running through her mind, drawing her pain ridden face upward. Despite the missing helmet and face mask, the demon recognized the blue eyed general, her storm cloud colored eyes taking inventory of the vibrant golden hairs that lined the man's head. His voice was tart and even toned as he added on. " Hairline fractured ankle and wrist, as well as extensive bruising and a gaping hole in your right side," walking across the room he took a chair and sat down in it on the opposite side of the room, crossing his arms and gazing at her with a cool glare, " you won't be moving anywhere any time soon." Throughout his talk, the girl's face had eased from its cringing so that by the time he finished she was simply watching him. A short pause followed his words. Then, suddenly, she gave a half smirk and a snort.
" Is that all?" she prompted, chuckling to herself. A scowl formed on her lips as she straightened, body moving stiffly, painfully as she did. Placing her hands in her lap, she frowned glancing up and gazing at one of the drapes hanging from the bed posts that reached up high over her head. " I would've sworn to the Gods that my entire back was shattered, considering that flight I took before passing out." After a second of sitting there, presumably considering her own words, she gave her shoulders a shrug and turned her attention back onto the general.
" If you don't mind me asking, where exactly am I? What is this place?" It's only then that she takes notice of the rest of the room, in particular the quality of everything within her sight. As the general spoke next, the girl, a twinkle entered her eyes as she bounced in place, reached out her hand and ran it smoothly along the edges of the blanket in her lap.
" You are in the palace of the Emperor of Kuto, in my personal quarters." the frown on his face deepened as he saw the girl gather a small amount of the blanket in her arms and start rubbing it against her face. Humming, she smiled, resting her chin against the bundle and gazing up at the drapes again.
" Kuto, neh?" she said, thoughtful for a few moments. Then she shrugged her shoulders, turning her eyes back onto the general. " Never heard of it. Some place big and important?" this prompted question didn't get an immediate answer. The military man gazed at her steadily with those bright blue eyes, icy enough that the girl visibly shivered in front of him. However, she seemed less then afraid, because despite the quaking that went up her spine, she continued to smile childishly at him.
" 'Never heard of it'?" he echoed her exactly words, speaking carefully, as though he hadn't quite heard what she had said correctly. When he did though, a frown formed on the girl's face and she grunted back at him.
" Yeah, that's what I said." she answered. There was another pause, one where the two simply gazed at each other, both seeming to have befuddled the other profoundly with only a few short statements. Clearing his throat, the soldier was the one that recovered himself first. However, before he could say a word, the demon girl broke in. " Neh, neh, out of seer," she paused for a second, frowning, resting an index finger against her chin before going on, " curiosity, the words 'Tokyo, Japan' don't mean anything to you, do they?" The solider didn't answer, but it seemed that the demon wasn't actually searching for a verbal reply from him. Instead, she lowered her head, humming, entire hand resting against her chin by that point as her brows furrowed. Watching her for a few moments, the Kuto General interrupted her thoughts with his words.
" You're not actually from this world," the demon girl raised her head and blinked at him as the man finished, " are you?" Another stillness fell between them; that was, until the battered and broken girl let out a long sigh and started to laugh.
" Ah, thank goodness," she said, placing a hand over her chest as she explained, " that was exactly what I was thinking. Glad to know I'm not losing my mind or anything serious like that." her tone lowered to a mutter then and she spoke to herself. " Unless I'm imagining all of this." planting her teeth together, her mouth formed a long, thin opening and her eyes bulged for a second, then her features relaxed once more. Her eyes focused in on the military man, holding him in a steady stare like stone.
After a few seconds of the two simply gazing at one another, the girl suddenly clapped her hands together. " That's right! I haven't told you my name yet!" she mentioned, giving a giggle. " How rude of me; my name is Rin Izaya. Call me Izaya." extending a hand in his direction, Izaya the demon smiled broadly at the general. Without hesitation, the military man took her hand, receiving a squeeze from the thin, bony finger that wrapped around his own.
" Nakago." he answered in kind. Humming, Izaya nodded back at him, their hands falling away from one another. The smile on her lips grew a little wider.
" Na-ka-go." she repeated, seeming to roll each syllable across her tongue as she spoke. The whole time she gazed at him, stare as unyielding as it had been the first time. " Pleasure to meet you."~~~~~~~~~~
That's chapter one. Not the best and a bit short but it will do. Things will get a little more exciting next time. Again, I apologize about the name. Read and review! Please don't eat me alive!