The Last Seishi

By nightelfcrawler

Warnings: Tasuki's foul mouth

Okay so... in chatting with an rp partner, we ended up discovering that we had been a part of the same fandoms some 10+ years ago. She ran a website that hosted some of my old fics... which made me drag out some old dvds that I'd saved my webpages on... and lo and behold, I found these old fics hanging around still and decided heck why not bring them back. So here they are, a trip down memory lane! These were written in the late 90's and early 2000's when I went by too many psudonyms to remember. I actually forgot who I was until I physically saw the fics listed and went 'oh crap I remember those!'. Ahh memories.

Be warned... these were my first attempts at writing and are likely riddled with grammar, spelling and other noted errors. I've read through them, blushed furiously that I used to write like this, and decided to put them up anyway as-is with no revisions. So please enjoy, but don't bother correcting or whining, they shall be ignored!

The Last Seishi

ChichiriDA's note: I didn't create Fushigi Yuugi, nor it's characters, they belong to Yuu Watase and Flower Comics, so don't sue me.

The young boy laughed brightly as he raced his friend across the meadow. Shedding all cares and worries, they sprinted across the clover laden fields and tumbled head over heels down the slopes.

Laughing and shaking themselves off, the shorter boy looked around in bafflement. "Hey, where are we anyway? I don't recognize this place..."

The taller boy stared at the strange carved stone door before them in awe. "Wow, sure is interesting. How bout we go and take a look?"

"Are you sure? I mean, it' s kinda...dark in there..."

"Aww, don't be such an idiot. Dark isn't bad! Besides, I got flint and there's some wood over there. We can make a torch!"

Shrugging, the shorter boy with the short indigo colored hair pulled up on his head rummaged through some old wood until he found a good torch sized one.

The taller boy swept his mop of lighter gray blue hair back out of his eyes and lit the torch. Together the two entered the cave excitement spinning through them.

They wandered around, finding the way quite easy going, a straight shot, until they hit an enormous stairwell. They climbed the stairs for about an hour, before tiring, but refused to turn back. After another hour, the stairway lit up ahead of them, and the walked out into a cavern in absolute astonishment.

Surrounding them was a huge crystal cavern, with fragments of crystal lying everywhere on the floor in jagged broken pieces.

The boys stared in wonder.

"Wow...this is like that place my mom tells me about..."

The darker haired boy glanced at his companion. "You mean, the story involving your dad?"

"Damn right!" He looked around. "I wonder...could this be the same place...?"

Suddenly, the dark haired boy pointed. "Look, Shun'u! There's something buried under the glass stuff!"

Together, they carefully made their way over to the dark mass beneath the broken crystals, and then gently lifted the big chunks of the stalactites off.

Lying beneath them was a man. Upon seeing this, they hurriedly lifted the pieces off, and turned him over.

The light haired boy stared in astonishment and bared his cute fangs at the distinguishing mark upon the man's face. "Holy, shit...I think it''s my dad!"

As if in answer to the young boy's outburst, the man's eyelid quivered...

Miaka woke with a start, breathing deeply in astonishment. Taka kept sleeping on, oblivious, as she thought over what she had just dreamed. A vision, of a young boy and his friend discovering a man, alive, in a cavern...

A sudden smile hitting her face, she got up and donned a robe, then went to stand on the balcony, the fresh air clearing her mind, and her senses as she felt a sudden feeling of pleasure overwhelm her.

She would see Chichiri again...she was sure.