autumnleaf16

I can’t believe this but I actually forgot to upload my fan fiction up during the weekends, and the even more unbelievable thing is that I should be able to finish posting this story, and yet I forgot (hit head against the wall). But I might as well start now, I will put up chapter eight and nine up today, and then I’ll put the last chapter (the epilogue) up tomorrow.

What happened last time: Seiyuu is summoned by Yuri and he granted her three wishes: to restore the rightful emperor of Kutou who would end all this war; to let Suzaku be able to summoned; and lastly- to not let Hotohori see her death. Miaka then prepares to summon Suzaku…

Chapter Eight

“As soon as the priestess of Suzaku made her sacrifice, she began to make her three wishes,” Yui continued to read the book eagerly.
She did not know Miaka’s half sister, it was impossible for her to know about Yuri when Miaka herself didn’t even recognize Yuri in the book. But reading about Yuri’s death affected Yui deeply, it was because both her and Miaka did not live in a world where death was common or early. As she was also a young girl, Yui was naturally moved to tears by the death of Yuri and the grieving of her husband.
She quickly turned the page, “Her first wish was to have her half sister, the priestess of Seiryuu, back. Upon her rebirth the emperor of Konan immediately went to take her into his arms, vowing to never let go of her again.
“Her second wish was for everyone in Konan, especially the seven celestial warriors, to be happy, while her third wish was for her to be with Tamahome forever.
“Suzaku said that he could only grant the wishes if both the two men who loved the priestesses would go to the world of the priestesses’, as that was the only way they could be together. Upon their agreement the others all wished to go with them, so they would all be together…”
“And Suzaku granted everybody’s wish.” Miaka interrupted, quoting out the last line of the book.
Miaka changed from the young girl whose greatest worry was the entrance exams, and her ultimate happiness was no longer derived from eating. Smiling, Yui saw that her best friend had finally grew up.
“This is the greatest book I have ever read.” Miaka said softly, as she took the book from Yui. “I think every thing that I had underwent is worth it.”
“Miaka…what about Yuri…”
“My half-sister…my sister is alive,” Miaka quickly corrected herself, “Although I don’t know where she is right now. Suzaku told me to wait for everyone to come together. He also said that as everyone else are reborn into our world, the memories of their past life are all sealed, and it will only surface when the right time arrives.
“Tamahome and I…we will meet again. Just as Yuri and Hotohori will be together again.” Miaka whispered, “I finally understand what real love is, Yui. Through my sister’s action, and Hotohori’s choice I finally understand. I had been angry at Tamahome so many times but now I love him even more for these actions, because he did all these things in the hope that it will be good for me, although I might not be happy due to his actions.”
“Like how Yuri chose to die in order for Hotohori to live. And just like how Hotohori choose to throw everything away in order to be reunited with her.” (1)
The two girls then went back to Miaka’s house and spent the rest of the day searching for any traces of Yuri. Much to Miaka’s surprise she found many photos of Yuri with her, they had not been there when she first entered the book. Although the elder girl still appeared rather melancholic, she was actually smiling in many of the photos.
In almost all of these photos Yuri’s hair was long and up to her waist again, and for most of the time it was tied with a red ribbon, but in some cases she actually used a white ribbon instead.
“Just what are you two doing?” Keisuke muttered as he found the two of them buried in a pool of photos in Miaka’s room.
“Trying to find Oneesan!” Miaka regretted her words as soon as she uttered them, her brother would probably have no idea what she meant.
“You mean Yuri? Why are you suddenly calling her Oneesan, instead of neesan? Anyway, here you go.” Keisuke rolled his eyes as he scribbled something on a piece of paper and then chucked it to Miaka. “You lost the hospital’s address again?”
“The hospital’s address?” Miaka repeated dumbly. “What do you mean, Onichan?”
“Are you getting too stressed with studying?” Keisuke asked curiously. “You should know about Yuri’s situation pretty well, since you witnessed her accident and you visit her at least once every month.”
“What happened to Miaka’s half-sister?” Yui quickly interrupted Miaka, just in case she make any more out of place comments.
“Hasn’t Miaka told you? Well, our half-sister got into a car accident about two and half years ago, Miaka happened to be visiting her that day so she saw what had happened. Yuri and Miaka were always quite close, although she is the same age as me…”
“What? Isn’t oneesan….I mean neesan, only three years older then me, so therefore two years younger then you?” Miaka burst out again. Now that she thought about it, Suzaku did tell her that many things would be changed slightly, was this one of the changes?
She tried to remember Yuri and a lot of memories rushed to her at once. Sneaking into her half sister’s room when her mother was gone; Yuri brushing her hair for her, tying it with her hair ribbons; how she shyly gave her sister a ribbon for her birthday; the hidden note Yuri left for her in the empty room with her new address when she moved out; secretly visiting Yuri in her new ‘apartment’, and lastly, being the one Yuri chose to spend her eighteenth birthday with- that was the day of the accident…
Miaka could now think of Yuri as a sister who was constantly there, not the shadowy figure she had been before.
“I visit her sometimes but not as often as Miaka, as Miaka is closer to Yuri.” Keisuke was explaining to Yui. “But no one knows when Yuri will wake up from her coma.”
“Yui, let’s go now, I’ll take you to my sister!” Miaka felt a slight thrill at calling Yuri her sister in such an affection way, instead of using the more distant phrase.
Watching the quick departure of his sister and her best friend, Keisuke sighed again. Miaka must be suffering from too much pressure due to the exams, it was a shame that Yuri was still in her coma, as the two of them had often discussed their mother’s attitude in regard to Miaka’s studies. At one occasion, Yuri had even braved his mother’s displeasure by attempting to talk to her about Miaka. This was a very brave act as Miaka’s mother still hated the mere sight of Yuri as she reminded him of the woman that had almost caused her marriage to end in the very first year. (2)
Yuri’s mother had been a beautiful enchantress, even though she was approaching her mid thirties when she met their father in a bar. He had been suffering regrets in regard to his new marriage and somehow the two of them ended up as lovers, despite the age difference of almost ten years. (3)
His mother was pregnant first, this made their father realized his folly. But Keisuke often wonder what might have happened if Yuri’s mother was pregnant just a few months earlier, that would make Yuri older then him.
It was not unnatural for the eight year old Yuri to be shunned by the rest of the family due to her late mother’s action, but somehow Miaka had loved their bastard half sister madly, that was why he was quite surprised that Miaka’s best friend didn’t seem to know much about Yuri.
While Keisuke and Yuri never really ended up as close brother and sister, they did become rather good friends due to Miaka being their cherished little sister.

Houki Yuri slept in room 477 with tubes attached to her body to prevent her from falling into a permanent sleep. She had been sleeping for the last two and half years, having had the great misfortune to be hit by a car when she walked out of a shop to meet up with Miaka on her eighteenth birthday.
The nurses that took turn in looking after Yuri were always glad whenever she had visitors, as it was not something that happened often. Because she did not belong to a closely knitted family, or was part of a large group of close friends, her room was usually rather empty from any visitors.
That was why the nurses tried to make-a-do with the rare gifts that she received. The bunch of cranes that her neighbour brought her two years ago still hung above her bed, although most of the originally bright colour cranes faded to a dull white due to being constantly exposed under the sun.
She only had four people who cared about her enough to constantly visit her: her half sister and brother, her neighbour and her landlady.
“Ah, Yuri’s little sister.” The nurse on duty greeted Miaka cheerfully. “You brought a friend with you today?”
“Yes, Yui’s my best friend.” Miaka mumbled, slowly approaching the bed.
Suzaku had gave her many happy memories with Yuri but even that along with Yuri’s rebirth could not wipe out the horror of her death. Miaka still trembled slightly whenever she recollected what Seiryuu did to her sister, in a way that was also the last time she really saw Yuri.
Then Yuri had been reborn, Miaka could not remember much as Hotohori had immediately clung onto Yuri’s body, refusing to let her go again. The way he bent his head down made his loose hair cover up most of Yuri’s sleeping form.
Now, Yuri was only a few paces away. Her hair was long and up to her waist, unbound so that it spread across the pillow, some bit touching her dress.
Her night gown was very strange. The overall colour was sky blue with a picture of a blue dragon embroidered on the front. After a guilty look at the nurse, Miaka took Yuri’s hand and lifted it up slightly, not enough to cause any shift in the tubes, but raising it sufficiently high to examine the sleeve.
The back of the sleeve showed part of a phoenix’s red wing.
“A pretty dress eh? Did you give it to her?” the nurse chatted on, “The back of the gown shows some sort of bird rising out from a fire.”
“It shows Suzaku… I mean, it depicts a phoenix.” Miaka corrected herself quickly, she must be very careful whenever she speak.
Her sister’s face was also older, the body finally caught up with the aging that the mind had.
Kneeling down beside the bed, Miaka held her sister’s hand into her’s tightly.
“I will try and find Hotohori for you, neesan.” She promised the unconscious form. “I want you to wake up and I want to talk to you so much.”

Six months later
He was having that dream again, the same dream that he would have every year on this particular day. (4)
As always he was holding onto someone, a woman. She was always unclad and her flesh would be touching his, but strangely she never aroused any lust, instead he just felt a simple relief at having her in his arms. Sometimes he would touch her hair and it felt rather curly.
Then there would be red lights that filled up the whole room, instead of helping him to see her face, the light actually took her away from him, she would be snatched out of his embrace by someone who he could not see either. The only thing he could make about the other person was that they were surrounded by feathers, as that was what his hands always touched in his attempt of holding onto her.
He had no idea who she was but it was clear that she must be very important to him, as he felt such sadness and depression when she was taken from him.
“That was our first parting, but then we'll meet again eternally. I'll still exist. The two of us will always live on in my memory...” she would whisper this out, almost narrating what had happened, as she stood in the shadows a few paces away. (5)
Initially he could only make out her silhouette: by this time she would be in a dress with some of her very long hair trailing down, and some of it held up.
The only difference about his dreams was that as they repeated over the years, he started to see more and more of her at the end of each dream.
He first saw the hem of her skirt, then he could see most of her dress, the red dress reminded him of the wedding garment the women in his village would wear on the most important day of their life, only that it seemed so much more elaborate then their gown.
He would always try to grab her hand, but it was always in vain, she would be moving away, giving him only a glimpse of herself.
Tonight, he finally saw her face.
For a whole year he had wonder whether he could finally discover what she looked like the next time he had this dream, as in his last dream he could see her whole body up to her neck.
This mysteriously woman had haunted him since his childhood, and he often ended up staring at the girls in the village and wander whether they were that woman, even though he knew she was not in his village, as he would have recognized her at the first sight.
Maybe that was the reason he was not interested in any girls in the whole twenty one years of his life. If he could see that woman, then maybe he could actually find her, perhaps she was the one he was waiting for.
When he saw her face he was stunned, it was because she was so beautiful. He was rather vain, almost too vain for a man, even though his vanity could be justified as he was very handsome- he could even be described as beautiful. But this woman was truly the most beautiful being he had ever seen. (6)
Automatically he stretched his hand out, much to his surprise he actually managed to clasp her hand into his in this dream tonight.
“Hotohori,” the woman whispered lovingly. This was not his name but it seemed so familiar.
“Hotohori,” she whispered again, “I am waiting for you. Come to me, I can only wake up when you come.”
Pressing her lips against his she kissed him very passionately.
“Never forget that I love you! I am yours just as you are mine. Remember our vow and our marriage.”
Instead of being left with glimpses of her, he woke up with the memory of her kiss and the weight of her hand in his own hands.

Rubbing his eyes, Seishuku got up. It took him a few seconds to adjust to his new room, even though by now he had already spent a few weeks here. Somehow he doubt that he could ever get adjusted to being in the city, or stop missing his native village. (7)
Usually he would wake up and mutter about why he had to come to the city to look after his brother- who was now sixteen. Not that he was not fond of his brother- he loved his brother deeply, but he hated to leave Konan- their village, as he bore an equally strong love for the place he would one day be in charge of. Nor was he fond of the crowded city either.
Today though, he was pondering about his dream too much to start his daily routine by complaining. One could not fully blame him, his sixteen year old brother had never needed his elder brother to look after him, saved for the one time he almost splashed paint onto the statue of the village guardian.
After twenty one years he finally saw her face. He was fully awake now, and therefore more rational. Much as he would like to find her, it was almost impossible as he had no knowledge of her saved for a brief image of her face.
Beside, she might just be a fantasy. But the strange bit was why should he dream about her but remain uninterested in any girls? It was certainly not a vision caused by a lack of female company.
The woman in his dream always made him think of the legend of the forth emperor and empress of Konan. As a little boy, his parents had gave him Konan’s legends as his bedtime stories.
Apparently Konan used to be a kingdom, the location, however, was now fully lost, it was a kingdom very similar to ancient China. Apparently a group of people from the kingdom decided to leave and come to Japan instead. Out of homesickness, they named their new village Konan. Many of their village’s traditional practices and folk lore did resemble ancient Chinese culture instead of Japanese rituals. One of it was their wedding ceremony- the bride would wear a red dress instead of a kimono, with a red cloth covering her face during part of the ritual.
It was said that the forth emperor of Konan- the country, not the village, loved his empress so much that when she died, he no longer wanted to live. Apparently she loved him as much as he did, as she killed herself to somehow save the kingdom. Konan was in a war against their more powerful neighbour during their reign.
“Did he die and get reunited with her, papa?” he had asked eagerly.
“Who knows? But it is certain that the people of Konan never saw their young emperor again, and his brother took the role of emperor when the forth emperor disappeared.”
“I hope they get together.” He would always say this at the end of the story.
“I never understand why you are so interested in these old tales.” Ju-An, one of his best friends had once remarked out when he found Seishuku reading old scrolls, eagerly attempting to find illustrations of these figures.
He was now living in a rather small room in an apartment with his brother in the room beside his, and one of his best friends just across the corridor.
On his way to the kitchen, the first thing he saw was the room of his mysterious neighbour. He had been living here for quite some time now but the room across his was permanently dark, and he still hasn’t met the inhabitant yet.
The only thing he knew about his strange neighbour was her name due to the name plague on the door: Houki Yuri.
“A pretty name,” was his instant reaction.
“Quite a pretty woman too.” Ju-An had replied back casually.
“Morning,” Ju-An greeted him cheerfully as he joined Seishuku in the kitchen, his bag was already slung over his shoulder- bulging with his medical textbooks. “How do you find the city now?”
“You know I don’t like it.” he replied dryly, he would give his brother another five minutes before going to his room to wake him up.
“You really are destined to be the future village leader of Konan. Not just because you are the current village leader’s son, but because you truly love our village.”
“Most people don’t want to leave the village, it is just that I happen to be friends with the two odd people who want to leave.” He teased right back.
At this Ju-An laughed good naturedly and shrugged. “I do want to return to the village, but if I want to be a doctor I have to come to study in Tokyo. That’s the reason your brother is here too- to obtain a better education. Hojun is the real weird one.” (8)
“You are so lucky that you weren’t there on his eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought that he was going to ask her to marry him, but instead he announced that he was going to leave Konan the very next day, and did not know when he would return.”
“Was she upset?”
“Of course she was upset, imagine what Shoka felt when you left her. I don’t understand you or Hojun, if you have someone that you love so much then how can you ever leave them?”
Ryoen choose to enter at this moment, dragging his school bag behind him. He was wearing the uniform with little grace as he was still struggling to be awake. Seeing his elder brother and Ju-An he mumbled out some sort of reply before he grabbed the mug of coffee Seishuku just made. (9)
“How is school, Ryoen?” Ju-An asked good naturedly. “Didn’t you complain that you were harassed by this girl on your first day?”
“Not really harassment.” Much to Ryoen’s annoyance a large part of his hair got into his eyes, leaning into the sink, he opened the tap in an attempt to flatten his hair.
Ignoring his elder brother’s laughter, of course. When he was younger his hair had been reasonably long, but unlike Seishuku he could not tolerate the teasing of him being like a pretty little girl with lovely long hair at all. Hence his hair ended up very short.
“That girl in my class, Miaka, saw me and she called me Nuriko, then she hugged me. After all that she said it is good that I’m not cross dressing anymore. What kind of persons says that in a first meeting?”
“You become her friend though, along with…”
“And she also calls Dokun Chiriko. She is crazy.”
At this moment Dokun entered the kitchen, reminding Ryoen that it was time for then to start walking to school. Dokun was the land lady’s son and he had been very happy to become friends with Ryoen. His mother told the two older tenants on this floor that Dokun had few friends because of his rather bookish nature.
“I’m going to be a bit late tonight,” Ryoen suddenly remembered. “Miaka, Yui, Dokun and I are going to the cinemas sometime after school today.”
“What, a double date?” Seishuku teased him.
“Onichan, if you want to worry about that then worry about yourself first.” Ryoen snapped slightly. “And no, I’m not going out with Miaka or Yui! They both have boyfriends from the university.”
The two older men chuckled as they waved the two boys off.
“Ryoen has a point you know, you should be getting married soon. In our village, twenty one is a very suitable age for marriage, especially for the village leader’s son. I’m surprised that your parents don’t pester you at all.”
“My father married in his thirties, so he does not mind.” This made Seishuku think about the woman in his dreams again. She was the one thing that he hid from both his family and his two best friends. No one could understand these dreams, they would just think that it was caused by the natural desire of a young man.
“I better start heading for work.” right now Seishuku was teaching fencing in two high schools. Fencing was one of the traditions the village kept and he had always been the star pupil at that.
“Seishuku, do you want to meet Houki Yuri?” Ju-An suddenly asked.
“Houki Yuri? Our neighbour?”
His friend nodded. “Today is actually her twenty first birthday, ironically it is also the day she got hit by a car three years ago, she is now in a coma, still unconscious. We were friends so I visit her sometimes. She doesn’t get many visitors as she was a very close person, and her family situation is quite chaotic. So I was wandering if you will come with me this afternoon…”
Seishuku nodded. “Of course.”
The two were just about to leave the building when they were halted by their land lady, who told them that they actually have a phone call.
“He said either Ju-An or Seishuku will be fine so…”
“Thank you.” Seishuku said politely to her as Ju-An grabbed the phone.
“Hojun? Hojun! Yes, yes, Seishuku is right beside me. He’s fine, so am I, what about you? You are arriving in Tokyo this afternoon? Really? Yes, of course we want to see you!”
“What about our visit to the hospital?” Seishuku reminded him, he actually really wanted to meet Houki Yuri for some bizarre reason.
“Oh Hojun, we have to go to the hospital first, so do you mind coming with us? Who we are visiting? A friend of mine, our neighbour actually. Yes, oh I see…alright, I’ll see you soon then.”
Putting the phone down he let out a long sigh before declaring: “Seems that the three of us are going to meet up again. It has been very long since we three last talked together face to face.”
“The last time was when we said good bye to you at the train station about six years ago, since you only returned after high school finished, and at that time Hojun already left for his ‘wandering’.”

Miaka was trying to wrap the dress up rather unsuccessfully, eventually Yui sighed and took the wrapping paper to do it for her.
“Shall I just leave this beside her bed?” Miaka asked Yui. “It does feel kind of weird to give a present to someone who wouldn’t be able to open it for sometime.”
“Is that for Taka?” Ryoen asked as he sat down beside her.
“Why will I give Taka a dress?” Miaka snorted. “It’s for my sister, today is her twenty first birthday.”
“You have a sister? I thought you only have a brother.” Dokun pointed out.
“Well, half-sister, and she is actually in hospital as she’s in a coma.” Miaka said sadly.
“Can we come with you?” Ryoen asked. “My mother always tell me that even if a person doesn’t know that you visit them when they are sick or unconscious, their spirit can still appreciate your action.”
Smiling a bit, Miaka nodded.

Keisuki was in the library, busily studying for a test that would start in a few hours when he suddenly remembered what the day was. It was Yuri’s birthday, and it also marked the end to the third year that she spent in the hospital in her coma.
There was no way that he could visit her before the hospital close but if he didn’t do anything he would feel very guilty, and Miaka would also kill him when she find out.
The best way would be for someone to go instead of him. Normally he would ask Tetsuya, but he was doing the same test. As if it was fate, two figures walked into the library, one trying to make the other lower his voice.
“Taka!”
“No, I am not going to lend you any money until you return the amount you borrowed from me a week ago.” Taka said by instinct.
Beside him, his cousin Genro rolled his eyes. It only took the rest of the university a few weeks to find out about his cousin’s obsession with money and come up with the nickname of “The twenty-four hour Bank”. (10)
“As if Genro is better, Shunu?” Taka shot back at once.
“I’m not trying to get any money from you, I’m even giving your money…” Keisuke’s words trailed off at the sight of Taka, who took out his calculator and began to jab the buttons madly.
As usual Genro punched him.
“I’m not returning what I borrowed just yet. Can you two buy some flowers and visit the hospital for me? I’ve got the details on this paper. Basically it’s my sister’s birthday but she is in hospital so…”
“Miaka is sick?” Genro asked in great concern.
Beside them Taka nodded to himself, so Yuri was still unconscious. Unlike the rest of the six celestial warriors, he had both his current and past life’s memory. The moment he saw Miaka, the memories of his past life broke free from their seal.
The first thing he did was to start laughing as he thought about how Tasuki became his cousin and best friend. He was glad of it but it was just something the old Tamahome would never have expected.
“No, my half sister. Yuri…”
“Don’t worry, Keisuke, we’ll go.” Like Miaka, he held onto the belief that Yuri might be able to arouse some memories of the others’ past life.
The seven celestial warriors were finally going to be gathered together again, and Hotohori- now Seishuku, would be reunited with Yuri at last.

“To see Houki Yuri? You are the third group today,” the nurse at the reception laughed out.
“Who else came?” Ju-An asked curiously, “Her sister and brother?”
“Her sister did with her friends,” the nurse said, scanning the record. “Her brother couldn’t come but he sent his friends on behalf of him with flowers. So, what is your relationship with Houki Yuri?”
“I’m her neighbour and these two are my friends.” Ju-An explained.
Seishuku was staring at one of the plants when he suddenly turned due to his friends yelling his name. This sharp turn resulted in him bumping into a nurse, causing her whole file to tumble down.
“I am so sorry,” he muttered as he bent down to start picking up all the scattered paper. “Ju-An, Hojun, I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“Room 477!” Ju-An said as he and Hojun continued to make their way down the corridor.

“Chi…” Miaka quickly swallowed back her words, she must remember that her friends were no longer using the name they had as the seven celestial warriors of Suzaku, instead, some of them were using their real name, which she did not really know as she never called them that.
“Ju-An, what are you doing here?” Ryoen quickly asked. “And Hojun, you are here as well? I thought you are in China or something?” (11)
“My ship came back to Japan a few days ago.” Hojun quickly explained. “I’m here as Ju-An and Seishuku are visiting their neighbour…” (12)
Seishuku? Could he be Hotohori, Miaka thought eagerly, as Hotohori was the only one missing, everyone else had arrived. If he really was Hotohori then Yuri might finally be able to wake up.
“Where is he?” she quickly asked. “This missing person?”
Seishuku chose to arrive at this very moment. At first he only showed mild surprise at the sight of his younger brother. But then his gaze fell unto the sleeping figure.
“Yuri?” he whispered.
She was the very same woman from his dreams. (13)

1 By choosing to be reborn into Miaka and Yuri’s world Hotohori is obviously giving up his kingdom, but it isn’t that bad as he has participated in the event that will ensure Konan to continue be in peace for a very long time. I’m not sure whether I’ll be showing about what they each said in regard to making their choice so basically in my story, Hotohori could be reborn into this world without being in great guilt as Suzaku told him that one of his brothers would be the emperor with his death, and he would be a fair ruler like Hotohori too.
2 Even though Yuri didn’t age physically in Konan, she would have grew old mentally by two years, so this is why she is now five years older then Miaka, instead of two. Subconsciously Miaka wished to also be able to be closer to Yuri- as that is a form of making her happy Suzaku allowed this, so he basically changed some of the past.
3 Yuri’s mother is actually the older one in the relationship/affair.
4 Depsite being in italic, this bit is not a flashback, but it is a dream.
5 This is from Hotohori’s character song: Sadame no hoshi, as I mentioned in the front, I love this song so I naturally tried to use part of it in my fan fiction.
6 As I said in the front, Yuri is rather pretty but she’s not the new Helen of Troy or anything, most people would probably just think of her as a rather pretty girl. She wouldn’t cause anyone to stare at her and bump into a wall or anything dramatic. Whenever I start to describe her as being very beautiful or like impossibly beautiful, it means that I’m actually showing Hotohori’s point of view, what he is thinking- he loves her so he regard her beautiful to the extreme.
7 I spent quite a long time debating whether I should call the seven celestial warriors by their real name or by the name they have in their role of the celestial warriors. Originally I was still going to use their name as the warriors, but then I thought since Tamahome becomes Taka I might as well give everyone their real name, the only problem is that I’ll have to start calling everyone a different name.  Anyway, thank goodness for Winkipedia, otherwise I’ll never know everyone’s real name- my copy of Fushigi Yugi is in Chinese so… But the thing is some English copies don’t actually give every one’s name in Romanji, but ironically they give it spelt out in the Chinese pronunciation, which is kind of funny, rather ironic. Like Konan should be Konan in romanji, but in the copy of Fushigi Yugi in English that I got out from the library they always refer to Konan as Hong-Nan. That’s why I actually use Tai Yi-Jun as when I got to the bit of her appearance, I just copied the name from the manga I got out. But any way, this is the list of every one’s real first name, in romanji. Their name as a warrior is the first one. I’m just a bit unsure about Hotohori’s real name- as I said the Chinese version translates Hotohori and Seishuku into the same thing.
Hotohori = Seishuku
Tamahome = Taka (apparently this isn’t his real name though, but since it became his real name…)
Nuriko = Ryoen
Chichiri = Hojun
Taisuki = Shunu (also known as Genro)
Mitsukake = Ju-An
Chiriko = Dokun
8 In their new life Hotohori, Mitsukake and Chichiri are best friends, I did this because as I said in my last chapter, I always think that Hotohori will be able to get on more well with the two oldest warriors.
9 It is truly fun to write about them in the 20th century sense, so that’s why I probably get quite carried away. It’s fun as every thing is much more light hearted. Yes, I decided to make Nuriko Hotohori’s brother, and I actually decided to make Nuriko into a boy- well the boy that he would have been if his sister didn’t die. It is really tempting to make him into a girl but then I think about how he actually kind of re-discovered himself and abandoned his sister’s shadow, it just seemed bit mean to let him be reborn as a girl. So he and Hotohori become brothers when they got reincarnated, as that was kind of the only possible way for Nuriko to love Hotohori naturally, and get that love returned.
10 I thought it is so cute how Tasuki and Tamahome become such great friends by the end of Fushigi Yugi, so I want to do this. Making them into cousins and old friends when they can basically continue their banters and all that.
11 Technically Nuriko/Ryoen should not be calling him his name, at the very least he would have to add elder brother at the end. It’s just a Japanese and Chinese thing, it really annoys me though. I’m Chinese by birth but I live in New Zealand now, I’ve been in NZ since I was quite young so it just really annoys that I can’t even call my elder sister by her name because of this tradition, I had to call her by her title of elder sister. Sometimes this really pisses me off as it’s like a way of controlling the younger siblings.
12 Chichiri/Hojun is traveling across the world by doing random jobs.
13 The conclusion I made as I finish typing this is that I got too carried away as I wrote about the seven celestial warrior’s new life. So it seems that this chapter got conveyed into my usual length although half of it is blabbing, but I’m sorry…it was really fun doing this. Since this chapter is pretty long- at the very least it’s long enough, I’ll require another chapter before the epilogue. Word of warning though, Hotohori/Seishuku (I am so not getting used to using their real name) just met Yuri and so the next chapter will consists a whole bunch of flashbacks although it will be modified slightly so it’s not just copy and paste chapter one, copy and paste prologue etc.