Mascot "Kumi" © 2005 Chastain & Fan Works Inc. All Rights Reserved. Mascot "Kumi" © 2005 Chastain & Fan Works Inc. All Rights Reserved.
 
Memorial - In Loving Memory of Chester Gregorich, 1981-2005
Home | Directory | Help & Tools | Just In! | [Search]
[Log In | Join]
Anime/Manga Fan Fiction >> Fushigi Yuugi

The following is a work of fiction. Any statements regarding any person, place, or other entity (real or imaginary) is the sole responibility of the author of this work of fiction. Fan Works Inc. takes no responsibility for the content of user submitted stories. All stories based on real people are works of fiction and do not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals featured. All stories based on other copyrighted works are written with authors knowing that these works violate copyright laws.

Please see the Terms of Service for more information.

 

[View Printer Friendly Version]

Dignity
By "Kiku"

 

This was written in honour of Ms. Miko's Birthday. Unfortunately, it's a tad late, but better late then never.
Enjoy no da.


Dignity


He sat there, gazing motionlessly out the window. The mighty armies of Kutou moved before his eyes, undaunted by the perpetual cold rain that pelted down upon them. They really had no choice in the matter; rather they did, but not a very good one. Death was not a very pleasant option, in most cases.

They marched in strict lines, controlled by sergeants and commanders, forcing them into formation, marching them off to battle.

He was glad he was no longer among them.

Instead he had been elevated to a more envious position-one of the emperor's favoured generals. He was feared by most and despised by the rest. This suited him perfectly; he had no need for the sympathy of neither others nor their petty, feigned attachments.

A sight outside caught his attention and he turned to look at the spectacle taking place in the line of soldiers. A woman was desperately trying to convince the leader of that contingent to let her husband go. She was screaming and pleading quite loudly, enough that a crowd had begun to gather around her, mostly, of course, to stare in awe at both her foolishness and audacity.

He snorted. The stupid woman was lucky that she and her husband were even alive, although after this that would most likely change. He tossed a brief glance outside only to see that the army had once again taken up its stiff marching as if nothing had even happened. The crowd had also dispersed which led him to believe that the woman was dead and possibly her husband as well.

Inexplicably irritated by the event, he rose and strode off to check on the preparations for the next invasion.


Her screams haunted him throughout the day, her desperate cries for a mercy that she would never find among the soldiers of Kutou. For some reason, it plagued him, no matter how he tried to push away the thoughts.

As he walked down the halls of the imperial palace, a group of young girls passed by him, no doubt heading towards the emperor's quarters to earn their keep. The thought disgusted him beyond any description.

The halls were relatively empty at that hour, and a stern silence shrouded the palace, broken only by the calls of the guards in the palace, or by the occasional burst of noise from the emperor's chambers. He had long ago noted that the servants didn't speak, even in their private chambers. No one spoke here, even the generals. Perhaps it was because they were all servants in a way.

A ragged sob found its way to his ear. Uncharacteristically curious, he sought out its source. In the depths of a barren, filthy room crouched an equally filthy woman. He was startled to discover that it was the same woman who had begged for her husband's release earlier that day. She now sat, sobbing uncontrollably in the far corner of the room. Her clothes had been roughly torn and she had obviously made an effort to cover herself up. Judging from her proximity to the imperial chambers, he had no trouble figuring out what had happened.

It suddenly struck Nakago as he watched her cry that this woman had a dignity that shone through her tears. She cared too much for herself and her people and the emperor had taken great pleasure in crushing that. Yet strangely enough, she seemed to be trying to salvage her pride and self from the savagery of the day.

She noticed his presence and looked up. As she did so, he noticed that she changed her bearing slightly, her dignity taking hold of her ravaged body. She looked at him with icy eyes, hardened and proud, almost daring him to try and break her.

Nakago suddenly realized that he had been standing there for a little while now. He composed his thoughts behind his mask of indifference and returned her gaze undaunted.

"I don't know what you people think you're doing to your country, but it won't last forever. We won't take it forever and when the end of this terror comes, we will have vengeance." She looked at him with a hatred of the likes that he had never seen before.

He replied smoothly. "Soon you'll learn to stop crying. No one does here anymore; it doesn't help." But the words didn't come out as harshly as he had intended. He felt a sudden impulse to console this unknown woman and he knew that she could sense that.

Nakago quickly turned on heel and exited the room. As he left, he heard her voice call softly after him.

"You'll get your vengeance too one day."

Nakago hastened to his room. He knew that she would be dead in a day or so, since she likely wouldn't give up her pride. A mirror caught his eye. He stared in fascination at his reflection in it; his face bore the same expression of hatred as the woman's had a few minutes ago.

He tore himself away from the image of his hating face and stalked over to the bed and began removing his armour. Vengeance. It was a good word and it had taken on a bigger meaning. Vengeance, for himself as well as for others. That thought had never occurred to him before-vengeance for himself as well as for the others who had been abused. Somehow it gave him strength and a strange new sense of conviction.

Nakago pushed away the thought. Vengeance was all-important to him; why should he be concerned for others?

He threw down his armour and got into bed, willing himself to sleep.


In the morning, the dismal room next to the emperor's quarters was mysteriously empty. And somewhere in Kutou, for once, a little bit of justice had been done.


Owari no da ^_-

Back to no da.

Back to the no da.

.

These fanfics are ?1998, Kichiri, the Temple of the Blue Dragon. Please do not use them without her express permission or she'll be forced to use her razor fans on you, or something even worse (Miaka sings, you know...) no da.
All characters from the various series are the property of their various legal owners and no infringement on said right is intended by the fanfiction presented above. Please don't sue me; I'm only a priestess no da. ^_^;;

Kichiri, when she appears as a character rather than a representation of the author, is the creation of Kiku/Kichiri and is not to be used, slashed, or written into some scary fanfic without the express permission of the Temple of the Blue Dragon. That, and it'll really tick her off. ^_^

 

The preceeding was a work of fiction. Any statements regarding any person, place, or other entity (real or imaginary) is the sole responibility of the author of this work of fiction. Fan Works Inc. takes no responsibility for the content of user submitted stories. All stories based on real people are works of fiction and do not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals featured. All stories based on other copyrighted works are written with authors knowing that these works violate copyright laws.

Please see the Terms of Service for more information.

[Return to Top]

TOS  |  Privacy Policy  |  Questions/Comments?  |  Found a bug?  |  Report violations of the TOS
Powered by E-FanWorks v3.9.9b © Null Referrence Software 2003-2006