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The story will always go on, With a new place to explore and a new problematic scene.

With each scene change comes a new cast.
A new set.

More people and new personalities.

New love old hate.

Watch as this mysterious play continues on its dangerous path.

We call upon you now: To join in this Mysterious play.

 

 


 


Fushigi Yuugi: Saisho No Pēji

 

Chapter 1:


     Smoothing out the bent and bruised books in the box,hands unfolded the yellowed pages as they tucked them neatly away.

     The chilling fall air swung around the room and fiddled with the pages of the weary and old books that lie open on the floor. A redheaded woman sat cross legged on the rather cold wooden floor and flipped through the pages of the graying book in her hands in an almost absent minded manner.

     In truth, her mind was indeed elsewhere. Where that was; on her work shift at the local library. Not that she hated the facility, on the contrary, it was one of the few places that held a friendly studying environment for students. But, late nights with hardly any people (with the exception of the fellow college students who just only now have heard of the assignment that is due the next day) are always hard to get through. The night shifts have always been bothersome to the staff anyways, so why not put the young blood on the job? The young lady clicked her tongue in annoyance as she recalled receiving the phone call from her boss.

     “But money is money….” she huffed, ‘Can’t afford to be picky.’

     Finally putting away the last book and letting it settle into its rightful place in the box, where it was to be shipped off to the school’s library; the red-haired woman pulled her bag up and onto her shoulder before briskly walking out of the small side classroom.

    Just like the rustic room she just left, the hallways of the Tokyo Fine Art’s University were just as barren. Classes having ended a while ago, the women strolled down the hall alone. Not a sound came from the classrooms on the sides and all of the outside traffic had slowed to a trickle.

     Turning the sharp corner, the young women took confident steps to a small cabinet with the name ‘Kajiro Minami’ in neat, printed kanji. The young women, Kajiro, let out a small exasperated sigh, “I should really change that…’
The annoyance of her full name for others to see was enough to make her correct anyone who calls her such, opting for the less formal name of Kaji.
Reaching inside of the small space, she pulled out a jacket and a tag that held her personally information and rank among the staff and students. Kaji pulled her coat on and adjusted the bag at her side then continued out the door and into the frigid air.

     Stopping just short outside the door, the redhead closed her jacket further around her body and started towards the train station, just a mile outside of campus.
The after class sports teams were hard at work and the teachers were also starting to exit the building. Kaji waved cheerfully to a few of her professors and coworkers on the way to the train station and casted others a charming smile.

     As Kaji passed the market, the large tower of the train station came into view. Picking up her pace, as not to miss the next train, Kaji slid past the towns people with ease and swiftness.

     Closing in on the station itself, Kaji picked up her pace and bounded over to the man behind the glass with a bright smile, “Afternoon Mr. Akaka!”

     The older man behind the glass smiled, the crows feet beside his eyes deepened and aged laugh-lines appeared, “Good evening Miss. Minami. The library again I assume?” Mr. Akaka chimed lightly and stepped to the opening in the window.

     Kaji’s lips curled upwards as she leaned up casually to the window with her elbows resting on the wooden platform below it, “Off to work again,” she gave the older man a sleepy smile, “The train is on time today, yes?”

     Mr. Akaka nodded with a smile and fiddled with the old printer at his side, hitting it once on the left side and twice on the right, before ripping out a faded ticket and passing it through the glass, “ Safe travels Miss.”

     Ticket in hand, Kaji waved to the older gentleman before turning away and seating herself on the nearest bench, hearing the pleasant older gentleman deal with another person who was behind her.

     Not long after seating herself, the young lady turned her head to the oncoming train. The large, ageing piece of machinery rolled into the station ominously and groaned before coming to a halt in front of the waiting crowd of people.
Slipping through the crowd of people, Kaji walked through the gaping doors of the train and to the back, grabbing onto the loop above her head. The train creaked and groaned in protest as the waves of people climbing aboard it’s back, but soon settled on the tracks once again.
It's slow but abrupt movement lurched Kaji and the fellow train riders forward, making them latch onto anything to steady themselves.

     The sun hung low in the sky when the creaking beast came to a slow at the Hideaki Port Station. The sea of people flowed out onto the waiting platform and went their separate ways. Kaji, wanting to exit the rather decrepit vehicle, moved quickly to the front and bounded to the platform below.

     The once blue sky was now painted red and orange as the last bits of light cast long shadows on the buildings and streets. The cold wind turned colder as it nipped at the young woman's cheeks and nose. Fall would be coming to an end soon and winter would be there to take its place.

     The young women took confident strides toward the large, looming building before her, and jogged up the cold stone steps. Kaji waved at the regular patrons and the other staff as she entered the large building.
Approaching the front desk, Kaji grinned at the women behind it, ¨Morning Ma'am.¨ she said and slid the plastic covered badge across the desk, ¨Here for the night shift.¨

      The older woman nodded tiredly and allowed Kaji to punch in her card. Hiking her bag up higher on her shoulder, Kaji made her way into the large, book filled area of the library. Moving to the main desk in short strides, Kaji again greeted another woman behind a desk, ¨Evening Mrs. Tenashi!”

     The elderly woman behind the wooden desk jumped a bit, before turning around and smiling, ¨Oh! Kaji dear, goodness you startled me.”

     Kaji, smiling apologetically, leaned over and put her elbows on the desk, ¨Sorry ´bout that Ma'am,” Kaji laughed.

     ¨That's quite alright,¨ the older women put the book she was currently occupied with on the desk between her and the redhead, ¨Let me take your card, dear.¨


     Kaji obliged, sliding the plastic card over to the woman and shrugging off her jacket, ¨Anything you want done before closing tonight Ma'am?¨ Kaji asked, throwing Mrs. Tenashi a charming smile.
Mrs. Tenashi, finished with carding Kaji in, folded her hands on the desk and thought about this question for a moment, ¨Well, the cultural section and the agricultural section are a complete mess,¨ The older woman let out an annoyed sigh, ¨Some young man came and picked up book after book.¨ Mrs. Tenashi shook her head, ¨That section is a complete disaster now.”
Kaji slid her card into her back pocket and flashed the woman another smile, ¨Consider it done Ma'am!”
Mrs.Tenashi breathed a sigh of relief, ¨You are a treat my dear,¨ The older woman gathered her coat, ¨I'll be out of your way in a moment.¨

     Kaji slid behind the wide desk and took out a notebook and textbook, before shoving her bag below the desk. Kaji waved Mrs.Tenashi out and settled down in the large chair behind her.

     The library was already slowing down and the murmur of the public were non-existent. People were filing out of the building and the lights were turned down low and soon all was silent.
Kaji let the smile fall from her face and slid further into the chair, tapping her pencil on the desk in boredom.

     ¨Already….¨ she slumped down on the desk, ¨so bored.¨


     All work done and doodles filling the page, Kaji´s attention was now on the ever ticking clock on the wall across from her.

     Wandering around the library, helping any poor soul studying these late hours and pointing people in the right direction.

     “Sure, the classic right? I know the one, right down the side of row W and to the left.”

     And a little-

     “Um n-no…. here let me put that away… yes thank you ma’am. Oh no, no trouble at all.”

     The night shift was always the worst.

     As the people started to filter out and when a few stragglers remained, Kaji resorted to just kicking her feet up and relaxing.

     The sounds slowed and so did her surroundings, people filed out and Kaji was left alone with her thoughts.

     A warm breeze weaved its way through the old books, played with the open pages of some and seemingly wrapped itself around the back of the library and settled a comfortable weight over the chilly night.

     A noise, one that was foreign to the library, drove Kaji out of her thoughts.

     Sitting up straight, Kaji looked around for the odd sound and its source. It was like a screech, but nothing metallic, more organic.

     Bird-like.

     Standing and looking around, Kaji turned to the left most section and scanned the shelves with honey orbs.

     She froze, knees locked and hands clasped tightly together as she watched the misty red glow flutter around the shelves with wings of velvet and eyes of crystalline jade.

     And all at once, it was gone. The warmth, the glow and- whatever that was.

    Standing still and completely lost as to what just happened, Kaji suddenly fell back into her chair.

     ‘Okay, what the hell? Was it like headlights from the road outside?’ Kaji thought, tugging at her sleeves and pulling them over her suddenly very cold hands.

     She chewed her lip, ‘Maybe Chihiro was right…’ Kaji thought, remembering what a close friend said a day ago about Kaji’s horrendous sleeping habits. ‘Maybe I'm just real tired.’ Kaji reasoned.

     Letting out a sigh and relaxing again, Kaji turned her back to the section with the strange velveteen bird and focused on her meaningless doodles in her notebook for the rest of her shift.

     The clock ticking was obnoxiously loud now, and her tapping feet didn't help. Mindlessly fiddling with a pencil on her paper, she barely even saw the young women next to her until she cleared her throat.

     “Excuse me?”

     Kaji jumped to attention, ‘something to do finally?

      “Yes ma’am? Do you need anything?”

     The young women in front of her was quite the sight, long slender face and laxed expression framed by locks of pewter hair and beautiful olive green eyes. Resting her hands on her hips the women faced Kaji with dull expression, “yes, do you mind pointing me in the direction of the fashion literature section?”

     “Funny,” Kaji thought, “she didn't seem like the type.”

     But in response Kaji nodded, “anything you are looking for in particular?”

     The white haired woman’s eyes drooped with exhaustion, “poor thing…

     “ Yes, it is an older document, printed about 50 years ago.”

     Kaji stopped for a moment, “she's not gonna find a 50 year old document here…..but maybe up in the….” Kaji wrestled with the thought for a moment before letting out a sigh.

     “Listen, it's late and there's hardly anybody here,” Kaji pulled out her key card, “and you're not gonna find a document that old down here.”

     The woman across from her sighed irritably, “well do you know where I can find something like that?”

     “Sure I do, but don't tell the staff I let you up there.” Kaji handed the other woman her card, “go to the lobby and to your right should be a vending machine and a stairwell behind it. Go up and swipe the card. I'm sure you'll find what you need.”

     The lighter haired woman arched an eyebrow, “it's locked under a card?”

     Kaji shrugged, “it's old stuff but,” Kaji flashed her a smile,” I think you can handle it.”

     The woman thanked Kaji and straightened her stance, “I'll return it immediately after I am finished with it.”

     Kaji just gave her a quick side smile and watched the white haired woman make her way over to the lobby.

     Kaji watched the pewter haired woman approach the ends of the shelving, getting ready to sit back down when those same pale jade eyes pierced through the atmosphere again. The ruby red bird flew silently and suddenly, straight for the white hair woman.

     Kaji reaching outward, one foot raised and ready to run forwards and a yell threatening to come up her throat, watched as the velveteen bird spread its wings around and forward, then pierced right through the woman and disappeared.

     The scream died in Kaji throat as the white haired woman just kept walking, soon vanishing behind the corner, like nothing happened.

     The panic vanishing and feeling drained, the redhead just fell back against the table in awe. The same questions arose but exhaustion was always the answer.

 

     

     Kaji longed for the end of her shift, just so she could sleep and not be bothered with whatever hallucinations these were.

     “Maybe giving her your key card wasn't that smart….” Kaji settled back down in the chair, “she could just walk right out that door with it….”

     “Nice going dumbass, there goes your job!

     Kaji shooed the thoughts away and looked for something else to focus on.

     Remembering Mrs. Tenashi´s words, Kaji bounced up and skipped to the cultural and agricultural sections. Sure, it was organizing books, but at the moment, the redhead would do anything to rid herself of the boredom.

     Running her fingers along the spines of the books in the cultural section, Kaji agreed that the section was a complete mess. Books lay on the floor, some half open and others stacked on top of each other.

     Kaji ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back, ¨Jeez...The hell was he researching anyway?¨

     The mess upon the floor and the books that were lazily thrown back into the bookshelf look like something that a mad scientist would have done during his research.
Settling down on the floor, Kaji slid all three piles nearer to her and began distributing them to the different categories. Running a hand down the spines of the different cultural and agricultural books, Kaji sheveled some of the more battered books with care. Sweeping aside the agricultural books, the young women organized the cultural books,

     ¨Japanese history…..The world wars...Asia….China….” Kaji paused to gaze and feel the old red tome in her hands. The book was of average size, but the stains of a darker red contrasted the once vibrant red beneath it. It´s brown spine was binded with care and the black, hand painted chinese characters were faded but clearly read, ¨The Universe Of The Four Gods.¨
Thankful for her chinese lessons, Kaji ran her fingers over the painted kanji, ¨Better be careful with this one I suppose….¨

     Reaching up, Kaji carefully shelved the old tome and reached for the next book on the pile, ¨Romania…..The Germanic countries….more Japanese history….The Universe Of The Four Gods….the chinese money sy-¨ Kaji stopped abruptly.

     She scrambled the other books out of the way and stared down the familiar, old red tome with an air of confusion.

    Looking back up to the spot where the book once was put, Kaji was surprised to see an empty spot. Looking back down in bewilderment, Kaji examined the book, ´maybe it fell…?´
The book gave no hint about how it got there, just sat there innocently. Like a book.

     Shaking her head, Kaji once again reached up to put the book back on the shelf.
A breezy, hot air swung past Kaji and down the bookshelf, effectively knocking the book from her outstretched hands. The ratty tome fell to the floor with a ´thump´ and fell open.
Letting out a sigh of annoyance, Kaji lent down and picked up the book for a third time and scanned the page.

     On the title page, a gorgeous phoenix was painted on with the same,aging black ink. Running her fingers over the beautiful illustration, she found words written in the same ink below it.



     ´Herein contains the tale of the young ladies of legend and their quest to gather the seven constellations of Suzaku together. And if you, the esteemed reader, should read to the stories end, the spell contained within-¨



     Kaji shut the book with a loud clap, ¨An old chinese fairy tale huh?¨ she snorted, ¨cute.¨
Once again she placed the book on the shelf and continued on with her cleaning. Upon turning around, Kaji let out sharp gasp.

     There, on top of the pile, laid the same red book, with the same old ink that read ¨The Universe Of The Four Gods.¨
Feeling her stomach turn, she knelt down and grabbed with book roughly, ¨What the hell...¨

   The book sat heavy in her hands, open and unmoving,



'-this book shall bestow upon you the power of the heroine, and grant you your wish. For indeed the moment the page is turned the story will become reality…..”

 

     The young women was instantly blinded by a bright crimson light. Kaji squeezed her eyes shut and threw the book down on the ground and attempted to cover her eyes. Kaji felt as if her stomach was turning inside out and her whole body felt as if it would melt from the heat that the light emanated.

     Soon, she felt as if she was lifted and thrown, and now, she felt nothing but white, hot burning.

 


 

 

 

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Chapter 2:

 

Hands stuffed in her coat pockets, Kaze gripped the thoroughly crumpled note within. Grumbling to herself as the cold wind bit at her nose and cheeks, she paced the sidewalk of Tokyo Japan.

Digging into the paper in her pocket with her nails, Kaze chewed her lip.

Just feeling the note between her fingers filled her with agitation.

Aimed towards her own aunt.

‘Change of heart? Really now? Who would believe that bullshit.’ Kaze grumbled mentally as she recalled the contents of the letter.

Her aunt, whom she has had no contact with since she was a young girl, had suddenly seen the woes of her ways and wanted to change before she passed away.

More like she suddenly seeing that she needed someone to take over Sukaidansu: Tokyo’s leading fashion firm.

‘Sure, why not just send someone who has no idea what they are doing…?”

Kaze shuffled to the side as another couple came onto the sidewalk, fumbling with her phone as she went. Flipping the screen up and dialing an unfamiliar number on the pad then waited with the phone close to her ear.

“Yes this is Mastuori speaking?” A voice cracked through the speaker in a chillingly familiar way that made Kaze want to hurl the piece of technology into busy traffic.

Instead, Kaze pulled the phone closer, “This is Kaze, calling about the document.” ‘That you could most definitely could not get yourself.’

The older woman on the other line sighed irritably before speaking,

‘Yeah you sure sound pissed.’ Kaze thought.

“Yes, Kaze,” Mastuori said the name like her mouth was as dry as her humor, “the Miho Issue 26 made 55 years ago by the-”

“Yes...that.” Kaze interrupted, biting her tongue and preventing her from lashing out at the old hag.

‘Yeah I don't give a shit about it I just need the name.’ Kaze mentally fumed.

“It should be at the National Library.” She said in a dry, clipped tone, “just tell the lady at the front desk my name and everything will come together.”

Kaze sneered at Masturoi’s grossly self-centered tone, “Yeah, sure.”

Kaze looked around and to the darkening sky, “Are you sure my aunt needs this now?”

Through the phone Mastuori clicked her tongue and groaned loudly, Kaze quickly pulled the phone away from her ear and raised an eyebrow, ‘is she….dying…? Or…?’ Kaze grinned at the thought.

‘That was the most disgusting noise I've ever heard….’

“Yes you- you- bimbo! We need it now!” She screeched into the phone. Kaze could practically feel her wanting to claw her way through the phone and strangle her.

Grimacing and not wanting to hear another word, Kaze slapped the phone shut and stuffed the demon-tainted phone in her coat pocket once more.

Not caring about the fuss Mastuori would kick up at Sukaidansu about Kaze hanging up on her, Kaze stomped to the train station.

Weaving her way through the busying streets of Tokyo, Kaze kept her head down and hands in her pockets; her mind brewing with the things she would do if the world were without consequences.

Not even paying attention half the time, Kaze harshly stomped past people, closing in on the train station.

Stopping before a redhead who was leaning up against the counter to talk to the older gentleman, Kaze faced the train clocks, ‘looks like they are all on time today….’

“Hello? Miss?”

A older voice drove Kaze out of her thoughts, “Yes! I’m sorry.”

The woman before her was gone and Kaze took her place before the ticket master, “Hello, one for the 6:40 train.” Kaze said and placed the 830¥ on the counter and pushed it through the window.

The older man just smiled and accepted the money, and fiddled with the machine at his side.

Hitting it once on the left side and twice on the right, before ripping out a faded ticket and passing it through the glass, “ Safe travels Miss.”

“Thank you.” Kaze said, hearing the train approaching and running to meet it.

Pushing through the crowd of people, Kaze squeezed onto the train and fought to grip one of the railings. But because of her shorter stance, she settled for a cold pole to cling onto as the train lurched into motion.

Swaying in unison, the people on the train chatted among each other as Kaze fiddled with the lines on her phone through her pocket.

Within a few minutes, Kaze felt the train slow beneath her feet and everyone around her swayed and lurched forwards with the movement of the train. The train made an awful creaking as it slowed to a stop before Hideaki Port Station.

 

Exiting the busy train onto the equally busy station, Kaze squeezed herself out of the station and made a beeline for the looming building directly in front of her.

‘Okay, make this quick Kaze. In and out and you're done.’

Gliding up the steps, Kaze reached the top and grasped the door, pulling it open.

Upon entering the grand building, Kaze gazed at their polished marble floors and high ceilings.

Walking slowly to take in the sight she was seen few times before, Kaze made she way over to, what she imagined to be the front desk.

The woman sitting there was resting her chin on her palm, looking down at the collection of papers on the wide desk, but looked up as Kaze approached.

“How can I help you?” She said in a soft, tired voice.

“I’m here because Mastuori Sato sent me.” Kaze said, doing what the older woman on the phone said to.

A pregnant pause.

The lady at the front desk blinked, chin still on her hand, she looked at Kaze with an air of confusion.

‘That's what I thought.’

Kaze sighed, “Nevermind, i’ll find it myself. Thank you.”

Turning on her heel, Kaze stalked away to the large shelves, ‘Okay, now how hard can it be to find a fashion magazine?’

Going straight for the catalogs, Kaze thumbed through the cards, looking for first letters of the issue.

Finding something close, Kaze strolled over to the left-most wall shelf and browsed through the shelf, starting low then making her way up.

“Oh come on….” she murmured, raking her fingers through her hair.

Coming up empty for the magazine issue, Kaze turned back to the catalog to try something else.

 

‘Author…?’ Kaze hummed, wringing her hands together as she thought.

‘Who even wrote it?’ Kaze scowled, ‘who even writes this shit?’

‘Oh yeah, I do.’

Kaze, not wanting to call up Mastuori again, she glanced around the library.

‘Maybe someone here would know….?”

Spying another wide desk with a woman behind it near the back of the library, Kaze almost pumped her fists in victory as she saw the badge hanging onto her shirt.

Straightening her back and pulling down on her shirt, Kaze walked over, planning what she was going to say.

Looking around, then looking back, Kaze was rooted in her tracks. From where she saw the woman sitting at the desk and now, the woman was still there, but behind her anything but ordinary.

The woman was hunched over, her red hair falling around her face and around her, hovering and holding her was-red.

Velvet wings folded themselves around her shoulders and feathers of ruby red hovered around her like halos. The-bird- looked up sharply and its eyes connected with Kaze’s, pale jade and olive green clashed. And it was gone. Like there was nothing there in the first place.

Kaze blinked. And blinked again. But it was gone.

Kaze rubbed at her eyes and stood by one of the far shelves, questioning what her eyes just saw. Looking back again, everything was normal.

Sighing and rubbing the bridge of her nose, Kaze knew she was tired and chalked it up to nothing more than that.

‘Okay just go get the damn magazine…’

Unlike the woman at the front desk, this one didn't look up when Kaze approached. Her wine locks were swept back by her fingers as she wrote something in a notebook.

‘A student huh? She doesn't look any older than I do I suppose.’

Kaze cleared her throat, “Excuse me?”

The woman’s head snapped up and Kaze was met with wide, honey brown eyes and an immediate smile.

“Yes ma’am? Do you need anything?” The redhead said with a slight drawl and a wide smile.

‘I mean-come on ‘ma’am’? I can't be any older than you.’ Kaze thought sourly, ‘do I look old….?’

Kaze shook out the thoughts and put her hands on her hips, “yes, do you mind pointing me in the direction of the fashion literature section?”

The other woman’s lips curled up into a crooked smile, “Anything you are looking for in particular?”

‘Oh boy, she's a smiley one….’

“ Yes, it is an older document, printed about 50 years ago.” Kaze said.

Now standing, the redhead paused as she thought and hummed, raking her fingers through her hair and sweeping it back.

“Listen, it's late and there's hardly anybody here,” the redhead said, letting down her smile and pulling off her badge, “and you're not gonna find a document that old down here.”

‘Ah great, thanks for the help Miss.Smiley.’ Kaze raised an eyebrow and frowned.

“Well do you know where I can find something like that?” Kaze said irritably, not wanting to go back empty handed.

“Sure I do, but don't tell the staff I let you up there.” And the smile is back.

“Go to the lobby and to your right should be a vending machine and a stairwell behind it. Go up and swipe the card. I'm sure you'll find what you need.” The redhead said, handing Kaze the badge.

Kaze raised her eyebrows in surprise, ‘okay, it's under lock and key? And you're giving me your badge?’

 

“it's locked under a card?” Kaze voiced her thoughts.

The redhead shrugged, “it's just old and fragile stuff but,” She flashed Kaze a smile,” I think you can handle it.”

Kaze felt gratitude swell in her chest and guilt for the rude monologue she was providing for the young woman before her.

“Thank you,” Kaze bowed and clutched the badge, “I'll return it immediately after I am finished with it.”

The redhead’s lips curled upwards again and she wished Kaze well on her search.

Kaze turned on her heel and walked back out of the shelved area and into the lobby of the National Library.

Listening to her heels click on the marble floor, Kaze paced over to the place the woman pointed her to.

Returning to the entrance of the library, Kaze passed by the-now passed out- woman at the front desk. Chuckling at the sleeping Burnett who still had her head propped up on her hand, Kaze tiptoed past her.

Moving to the immediate right, Kaze found the vending machine. It's dim, fluorescent lights flickered in and out, casting shadows over its contents and the small room around.

Above it was the darkened,wooden staircase, just as the staff member had described.

As Kaze took her first steps up the stairs, they creaked and groaned under her feet and the whole stairwell was filled with a heavy, pleasant but odd, warmth as she walked.

Reaching the top of the staircase and standing on the small landing, Kaze swiped the card through the red blinking machine attached to the door.

Successfully unlocking the door, Kaze stepped into the room and was instantly swarmed by the musky and harsh scent of the aging books around her.

Looking around and feeling the walls beside her, Kaze looked for a light switch but found nothing. But upon bumping into a tall pole, Kaze found a light and turned the knob right and watched as the room flooded with a warm yellow light.

‘Okay, the Miho….’ Kaze wandered the dark shelves and ran her fingers over the old spines.

Pacing up and down the restricted section of the library, Kaze shuffled among the dead and forgotten in search of the magazine.

‘Ah! Here's a start, fashion magazines!’ Kaze grinned at her discovery.

‘The Horo issue 19….Megumi issue 34….the Isu-’

A loud thud came from behind Kaze and jolted her out of her thoughts and she spun around on her heel.

Startled, Kaze clutched at the sleeves of her black coat and scanned the room for anyone or anything.

But upon seeing nothing, Kaze let out a sigh of relief and went to go back to searching the shelves. But as she went to turn on her heel, she spotted a lone book lying on the floor behind her.

With nothing else around it, the red book just sat on the floor, open to the first page.

Kaze turned to face it and took a few paces before picking it up to put it back on its shelf. Looking at the spot where it fell, Kaze looked for some sign about how it got there, but not finding any, she placed it back on the shelf and went back to browsing.

Touching the next few spines of the books on the shelf, Kaze pushed past some in search of the issue.

‘Oh come on, how hard is it to find a damn magazine!?’

‘Okay, now here is the M section…..the Maku issue.. and the universe of the four gods...oh here's the-’ Kaze stopped, fingers rest on the old and battered spine of a familiar red book.

“What the hell….?” Kaze pulled the book out of its place and turned it over, confirming her fears.

The cover read the same as the last time, “The Universe Of The Four Gods” in black ink. Kaze gasped in shock and watched as the book forced itself open, emitting a bright red light, preventing Kaze from seeing anything. Putting her hands over her face, Kaze felt a scream coming up her throat as she felt her limbs become weightless. Her body burned for the inside out, starting in the pit of her stomach and spreading like a wildfire through her.

Soon, all went numb and that was all Kaze felt.

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Michii here to give a quick disclaimer and all of that junk, sayin' that only Yuu Watase owns Fushigi Yuugi and of the characters contained within.

-~ Kaji and all the named supporting characters, belong to me.

-~ Kaze belongs to my Co-Author, I only have the pleasure of writing about her~

Also, a quick blurb before getting into this-

-~ Both Fushigi Yuugi: Saisho No Pēji Den 最初のページ And Fushigi Yuugi - Shinjinbukai Hiai Den are both series made by myself and my Co-author (who has yet to make an account...). And in the true fashion of a timeline: my story-the one you are about to read- is the first novel in this series. So don't go anywhere just yet~

-~ Just a quick note as well, both of these stories are still in the making and updates will but coming steady until school picks up once again.

Enjoy the very first chapter of Fushigi Yuugi: Saisho No Pēji Den 最初のページ, feel free to contact me and leave some feed-back on my polished turd.

 

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Chapter 3:

 

Without even opening her eyes, she knew something was wrong.
The smooth, cold wooden floor was no longer there. Things that felt like stones and twigs poked and prodded at her back, and the fluorescent lights above were also gone and replaced by warm beams of lights.

Feeling the weight return to her body and her limbs heavy on a dirt ground, Kaji peeled her eyes open and stared blankly at the dirt. Opening her eyes burned as she blinked rapidly, confused.
Processing the scene before her, Kaji’s heart pounded and pulse raced as she flew up into a sitting position.
Gazing around the scene wildly, the redhead stumbled up and forward, tripping on her own feet as she looked at the new forest scene before her.

A colorful choice of words tumbled out of her mouth as she desperately looked for anything she might recognize.

“What in the world…?” She whispered in disbelief, tripping over herself for the third time.

Moving in between the trees in the unfamiliar forest land, “Shit….we hardly have any forests in Tokyo anyway….”

Stumbling up a hill-like area, the dense trees broke away into a grassy clearing and the sun pelted the ground in bright beams and warmed the area. If not in such a panic, Kaji would have stopped to admire the beauty, maybe even come back to the spot again, but her attention was on the red roofed buildings peeking shyly through the trees.

Pushing her way to the edge of the forest, she got a better look at the buildings. Kaji looked on as what was just a few buildings turned into a whole city. Kaji blinked her widened eyes in disbelief. A whole city. A city that Kaji had never once seen in Tokyo,“If i’m still even in Tokyo…”

The longer she stared out into the city the more her fears were confirmed. The city looked almost-ancient…
Kaji looked onto the slightly familiar red, curved style roofs in confusion, trying to place where she had seen them before. Her history class came into mind and she cursed aloud as she recalled the oversized textbook she carried around. Just the day before they had read a chapter with the watercolor illustrations of grassy field and the rippled roofs.

“China.”

Kaji’s heart fell to her stomach as she gazed at-what should be a beautiful scene-but was shown under dramatic and threatening lighting.

It wasn’t even a question; here she was. In China.

The more she stared, the more confused she became.

Wondering became a rapid search for answers. ‘How did I get here?’

The redhead tripped over herself as she ripped through the trees, desperate to try and get to the city.

“Maybe…..maybe this is just some weird part of town, yeah?” Kaji reasoned, “yeah, and this is all going to be some stupid….”

Skidding to a sudden halt before a deep trench between the tantalizingly close city and the forest behind her, Kaji caught herself before she ran head first into the gorge.

Kaji panted, catching her breath, “You're kidding….”

Slumping against the nearest tree, the young woman let out an aggressive sigh.

‘Is there some other way around?’ Kaji whipped her head back and forth before spotting a well used dirt trail that lead down the side of the hill. Hoping to find her way down, Kaji jogged to the trail and followed it down.

‘But it looks like it can go up too….’ Kaji thought as she followed the trail up with her eyes, but shook the thought out of her head and continued down the trail and toward the city.

Increasing her pace as gravity pulled her down the steep hill, Kaji skidded to a stop as the trail had run out and was replaced with green grass. But now seeing the city up close, she could see people. Actual people running around. They differed so much from the modern Tokyo clothes that Kaji felt out of place and alone just standing outside of the city.

“It's better to go….down right?” Kaji asked nobody particular, trying to talk herself through the ordeal. Before fully making up her mind, her legs took her toward- what she could only hope to be the entrance.

Moving away and around the crowd of people also entering the city, Kaji passed through the archways with little to no problems, she moved away from the center of the road and stuck to the edges of the building like glue. The city itself could be called magnificent, if not for the overwhelming fear Kaji felt at the moment. People ran from every direction, with colorful displays open and people waiting to buy from them. The people themselves were dressed traditionally and simply. Women wearing red and neutral dresses were accompanied by men who wore plainer clothes, and they just strolled along. Couples and wanderers stopped at stalls and went inside side buildings that were clustered and shoved together, painted bright red or a sandy brown. Salesmen chatted and called for customers to come in and try a product of their choice and others just put out messily painted signs with Chinese characters written on them.

Kaji stopped and stared at one sign that clearly read, “Takimoto” in Chinese symbols.

‘Everything is in Chinese too….’ Kaji felt her panic rise again as she looked around to see more of the same writing on wooden signs all throughout the city.

Clutching to her sleeves, Kaji looked for somewhere, anywhere to get out of the suffocating crowd. Proceeding forward in a run, Kaji dodged bystanders and made her way deeper into the city.

With her eyes on a large, wide building in the middle of the busy city, Kaji made her way to it as quickly as she could.

“Maybe I could find an official and find out where I really am.” Kaji thought, hoping for someone, anyone to tell her this was all some misunderstanding.

Bumbling around uselessly, Kaji stumbled toward a pair of towering gates that she found herself in front of.
Standing front of it’s iron bar, men standing like statues and shoulders tensed and wide, held their arms behind their backs and gripping glistening spears at their sides. Not the most inviting thing.

Stopping short as the dark eyes of the men waiting outside of the gates locked with hers, they moved to the front and changed grip with either hand. Kaji’s gut twisted as she tore her eyes from them and pretended to look else where as she made her way to the right of the wall. Kaji was once again at a loss as she didn't feel safe under the eyes of the guards.

With her idea of asking for some sort of direction shattered, Kaji followed the wall around its perimeter in a rather panicky daze.

Reaching the quarter section of the large stone wall around the even larger building, Kaji stumbled upon a rather large band of women, making their way through another grand door on the side of the wall.

Sensing opportunity, Kaji hurriedly made her way to the bustling women, whom payed no attention to the strangely dressed foreigner. Kaji walked along behind, her footsteps amounting to nothing amount the chatter of the ladies in front of her.

Passing under the slightly smaller gate with the other women, Kaji distanced herself once within the now suffocating walls. She was overwhelmed at the size and structure of the building, palace before her. She stumbled back and gaped at the slopes and curves of the building. Reaching up into the heavens and gently back down before curving around sharp corners, Kaji followed the edges with her eyes.

“God, where even am I….?” She whispered, drawing her eyes away from the grand mansion and sweeping the grounds with anxious orbs.

All of the other women, oblivious to Kaji’s presence, continued along another path and entering the building. Observing the path, Kaji was torn between exploring the opposite path the women had taken or risk being seen by unwanted attention and causing a fuss. Kaji hesitantly paddled down the opposite path in hopes to run into a more friendly person who could help her without attracting attention.

Stalking her way around a corner, Kaji came onto a small courtyard.

“A….yard?” Kaji looked up and around, “How big even is this place…?”

She slinked around and stood in the middle of a long polished hallway that was exposed to the outside air. Looked around, she saw many doors that lined the outside corridors and was confused.

“What if someone comes out? What if they throw me in jail for trespassing?” Kaji bit at her fingers, whipping her head back and forth, looking for something to answer her never ending questions.

“And you are….?”

Kaji, startled, spun quickly on her heel to face the voice behind her, “I-I uh…”

Behind her, a man stood with his arms tucked out of sight within his sleeves, raising one delicate eyebrow at the young women in front of him.

Standing bewildered as he took her in, eyes passing over her strange outfit, “Who are you?” He questioned, narrowing his golden, honey eyes.

Kaji stood at attention, arms crossed and trying to make herself look bigger, “ I'm just a little lost here…..”

Kaji forced herself to look him in the eye, and saw only surprise and shock.

“I-I sorry for intruding, I just don't know where I am and I saw this building and thought maybe someone here could help me….” Kaji tried to explain, balancing her weight on either foot. Clearing her throat she tried to straighten her tense muscles, preparing to run if the situation with this strange man turned bad.

Not replying, the man just gawked. His long brown hair fell delicately around his face and shimmered in the lowering sun. His arm fell from their position inside of his sleeves and hung limply at his heavily decorated sides.

“If you could just point me in the direction of-”

“Your name. What is it?”

“W-what?” Kaji cringed inwardly, ‘What? Okay I know I'm trespassing but I'm trying to explain here…..”

“It's Kajiro…”

Closing his open mouth, he straightened his stance. “Kajiro, where do you hail from?” The man's voice dropped as he looked Kaji dead in the eyes.

“A-ah yes, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of home? Tokyo?” Kaji tried to loosen up the atmosphere with a friendly smile toward the stranger, “Do you happen to know how far away I am? I'm sure I can find a train or something to bring me back home….”

 

‘Please don't throw me in jail….”

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Michii here to give a quick disclaimer and all of that junk, sayin' that only Yuu Watase owns Fushigi Yuugi and of the characters contained within.

-~ Kaji and all the named supporting characters, belong to me.

-~ Kaze belongs to my Co-Author, Alien Punk, I only have the pleasure of writing about her~

Also, a quick blurb before getting into this-

-~ Both Fushigi Yuugi: Saisho No Pēji Den 最初のページ And Fushigi Yuugi - Shinjinbukai Hiai Den are both series made by myself and my Co-author (who has yet to make an account...). And in the true fashion of a timeline: my story-the one you are about to read- is the first novel in this series. So don't go anywhere just yet~

-~ Just a quick note as well, both of these stories are still in the making and updates will but coming steady until school picks up once again.

Enjoy the very first chapter of Fushigi Yuugi: Saisho No Pēji Den 最初のページ, feel free to contact me and leave some feed-back on my polished turd.

 

Chapter 4:

 

The pain came in unrelenting waves in her back, the dull throbbing waking her from her forced sleep.
An exhausted groan fell from the woman's lips followed by a grimace of pain as she hauled herself into a sitting position.

Her silvery tresses looped themselves around her face as she stared, wide-eyed at the grassy ground. She felt heavy humid air fall around her and dampen her clothes, unlike the dry air of the library. The green around her was unjust in what should have been the library and the soggy ground under her palms made her skin crawl.
Ripping her eyes from the ground, the silver haired woman gazed around the darkening forest around her.

The fog shrouded the trunks of the new-found trees and dulled their branches into nothing but muddled color within the Wraith. The low lying clouds hovered over the ground and blanketed the young woman’s legs where she was sitting in the small, dirt covered clearing.

Panic gripped the woman’s stomach and tied it in knots as she scrambled to get up off the forest floor. She didn’t understand, “how….why..’
The woman remembered everything up until this moment, the phone-call, the library and searching for the magazine…..and the red light. No matter how hard the young woman picked her brain, she could remember anything else.

Kaze breathed deeply, trying to calm her ever pounding heart as tears pricked the back of her eyes.
‘I don’t understand….how did I get here?”

Kaze tried to fight the quickly rising panic as she tried the find some sort of landmark that she knew of. A bit farfetched, but the pewter haired woman refused to believe that anything out of the ordinary had happened. For all she knew, she could be dreaming, even if she didn’t remember falling asleep….

The woman set off blindly in a random direction, scrambling for some sort of familiar place. But even within the first few steps, the young woman felt an overwhelming sense of dread. One that made her muscles tighten and her hair stand on edge.

Pushing past the branches and thicket she tore open the palms, clawing her way through until it thinned out into an opening.

There was nothing, not a single thing.

Nothing here looked fimillar.

‘Hell, there aren’t even any forests this big in Tokyo…’

Amidst the unfamiliar surroundings- patted down pathways made of thin dirt reached out from under her feet and spread on through the forest. With the single spark of hope that has been ignited in her chest, the fair-haired woman’s feet carried her onto the nearest path in a hurry.

Kaze’s feet hit the dry ground harshly as she watched the trees around her change the farther in she went.

‘How long has it been…?’ Her worry increased more and more with each passing minute, which soon grew to hours and her panic had returned.

There wasn't a single sign of civilization, only the trees that she passed. Not as single sound besides the nature around her, feeling more and more sinister by the minute.

As Kaze weaved her way around trees, the sun was setting lower and lower; shining through the trees with bright orange and yellow rays. But even at this hour, Kaze couldn’t see any tall, brightly lit buildings that Tokyo was known for.

For hours, she walked. Her feet dragged and ached even more with each step, and the bottoms of her shoes were worn and scuffed into rough rubber stubs. Until finally she slowed to a stop, her face flushed as she breathed in the cold air.

Tears pricked the back of her eyes again as she shivered in the darkening forest.

Kaze debated calling out for help, calling for anyone but she hadn't seen a single person or footprint on the path she'd been on for hours.

She fought with the idea of finding someplace to take up shelter for the night, but the sounds of the trees rustling in the wind sent chills down her spine and made her think otherwise.

But an unfamiliar sound rang through the trees for the first time since Kaze found herself here, the sound of metal clanging together.

The sharp metallic sound rang through the trees and made Kaze’s hair stand on end.

Kaze bit the inside of her cheek before clearing her throat and forcing her voice to come out of her throat.
“Hello…?”

“Oh? Is someone there?”

Kaze almost screamed, but her mouth just hung open in fear. Sure she may have been hoping for a reply but, she actually wasn’t expecting one.

A few feet in front of her, Kaze heard feet hitting the ground and the grass rustling and bending under feet.
Coming into view, a brown pair of leather shoes met the ground in front of Kaze, followed by the rustle of a blue cloak tugged around a tall figure’s shoulders. In his hands was, what Kaze assumed, the source of the metal sound. A tall wooden staff with a series of rings, hitting each other and emitting a high pitched chiming.

“I wasn't expecting to meet anyone on this path, ya know?” The man chimed, “but it's a pleasant surprise.”

The unrelenting grin never left his face, but only clouded by blue strands bouncing up and down as he stepped towards Kaze.

“Whoa whoa, no, who…?”

The words died on Kaze’s lips and her thoughts raced endlessly as she wildly gestured to the man before her.

To this, the man merely cocked his head and seemed to be studying Kaze.

Kaze immediately searched him up and down for anything threatening, but in the process only became more confused. He was wearing bland and strange clothes; only donning a simple pair of dark green pants and a white shirt covered by a wild patterned cloak. Nothing that Kaze had ever seen before; only perhaps in history books…

“You...aren't from around here, are you?”

The question came as a surprise, to which Kaze replied in like, “neither are you…?”

A heavy silence followed this statements. One in the confusion and the other in….contempt.

 

'They're here..'