I've been doing research this long, since September 27th of 2004, when I collected the chapters of the Gensoukai and Kamakura arcs together to start my continuation, and just now GOT IT. I can't believe it took me so damn long! (granted, I work for a couple days and then put it aside for months, but still...) We know from both the manga and the anime that Tsuzuki and Hisoka work in Juuoucho- the Districts of the Ten Kings. This is a refence to Buddhist mythology of the afterlife, where the Ten Kings of Hell sit in judgement of the dead. Each King passes judgement on a certain date after death occurs, in the following order (with some minor differences:
| # | name | kanji | judgement date | cho | area of Japan
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| 1 | Shinkouou | 泰広王 | 7th day | Shinkoucho | Okinawa (Chizure)
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| 2 | Shokouou | 初江王 | 14th day | Shokoucho | Kyuushuu (Tsuzuki and Hisoka)
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| 3 | Souteiou | 宋帝王 | 21st day | Souteicho | Shigoku
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| 4 | Gokan'ou | 五官王 | 28th day | Gokancho | Chugoku (Terazuma and Wakaba)
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| 5 | Enmaou | 閻魔王 | 25th day | Enmacho | Tokyo (Kanoe)
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| 6 | Henseiou | 変成王 | 42nd day | Henseicho | Kinki (Watari)
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| 7 | Taizan'ou | 泰山王 | 49th day | Taisencho | Kantou (Tatsumi)
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| 8 | Byoudouou | 平等王 | 100th day | Heizeicho | Tohoku (note- difference in names may be Chinese pronunc.)
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| 9 | Toshiou | 都市王 | 1 year | Toshicho | Hokkaido (Saya and Yuma)
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| 10 | Godoutenrin'ou | 五道転輪王 | 3 years | Godoutenincho | Chuubu
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Each of the cho in Yami are named according to the corresponding King, duh. I mean, I got the Enma reference; that one was obvious. But how could the rest of this escape me for so long? Although it's really a shame Tsuzuki and Hisoka don't work Area 1, Shinkoucho, because the Buddha associated with Shinkouou is the Fudo Myoou- of whom Kurikara is an incarnation of in Shingon Buddhism and Yami no Matsuei. | |
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See title. No really, this is a prologue I wrote for a Yami no Matsuei continuation fic. Which will be a Gensoukai/Kamakura arc AU if Matsushita-san ever works on/finishes the story herself. But whatever. This will be separate from "Unknown... Despair... A Loss..." because UDaL will be focusing more on relationship-y stuff, and may or may not be Hisoka x Kurikara (Or Kuri/Hi, whatever). The basis for that one is the camel's remark that Hisoka will lose what matters most to him, even if he doesn't know what that really is, if he gains Kurikara. Feel free to tell me what you think Hisoka values the most. I'd like to know what others think. I know my answer(s). ^_^ This is just... where-ever the story takes me. I have a vague idea, but this one will be more telling the story, tying ends, etc. We'll see more clearly when there's more to see. ( Tsuzuki Speaks: Kachou thought it was time that Hisoka get a shiki of his own, and I agreed. I adore my twelve. They are all my joy, and I wanted Hisoka to find some of that for himself. Boy was I wrong! ) | |
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Super random. I thought of this early this morning, which was noon for me. I wrote a bit, did my homework, and came back to it.
And all of a sudden this random drabble wants me to make it into a frickin' epic. I haven't finished any of my other Kuri fics, dammit!
Well, we'll see.
(btw, my particle knowledge sucks, so please don't mind the title. i know it has issues.)
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He was surrounded by fire. He didn't know if the white flames would harm him, but he wasn't willing to chance it, not after seeing what they'd done to the earth. Everything was burned to ash or melted into smooth obsidian from the heat.
It was his fault. He had turned the dragon loose in his search for power. The dragon only wanted to go home, but 'home' was turned against him for his long-ago crimes. And then chaos came.
When attacked, a warrior retaliates. The dragon was foremost a warrior. He forged bright blades, fought with blades or claws and his white, white breath. His defense was his own skill, and it had only been breached once in his long life- breached by one he once called 'friend'. It left him with only one eye and a long scar, a constant reminder of his betrayal of their comradery.
He wanted to blame Konton, Souryu, Kurikara himself, but really, Hisoka knew it was all his own fault. For being weak, for seeking power. He had let the Dragon King loose, and Chaos had merely followed him.
Souryu had been right when he named him a catastrophe for the Gensoukai. But the winds following Hisoka no longer bore scattered petals. They bore sparks. The world was on fire around him, burned by the breath of the Dragon King he had sought to command.
"I think," he whispered to his companion, "I'm starting to understand how you felt in Kyoto." He could feel Tsuzuki tense beside him, and knew his words had frightened him. He didn't turn to comfort him. There was too much to do.
The world was turning to ash, and he had to stop it. | |
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Another song-inspired ficlet, because I still haven't gotten around to finding the writing prompts. I'm on a total Yami kick lately, so don't be surprised if I write excessive amounts of shiki-fiction in the next few days. The English-speaking Yami no Matsuei fandom is sorely lacking in Gensoukai and Kamakura Arc stuff, and me being the Kurikara fan I am, will start attempting to fix that.
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Taiyou no Ao- The Blue of the Sun
It was painful. Kurikara knew he was a fool for returning to Tenkuu, but he did it anyways. For that boy.
The Twelve Divine Generals- the talkative ones, at least- had babbled to him when his banishment was lifted. That they were glad he was back, that they had missed him, that he would enjoy being here again. Suzaku-neesan had grabbed him and nearly hugged him to death against her bosom. He'd always hated that, but he found he didn't really mind it then. Byakko had of course pounced on him, knocking him to the ground, and that he had minded. But Byakko wasn't nearly as soft and comfy as the curvy Phoenix.
Then they started babbling about other things. They were all quite taken with their master, Tsuzuki. He didn't see it. He had turned down the shinigami when he'd come to him. He'd already had most, if not all, of his current shiki. Now that he knew what Tsuzuki had done for Touda, and he wondered if he had planned the same for him.
Free the outcasts, bind them together, let them suffer alone in each others presense.
No thank you.
He'd picked the one that needed him instead. Cursed, broken, trapped in a teenager's body, never strong enough... That was the sort of person Kurikara needed, and the one that needed him.
Kurikara liked to be needed. Because of his own child-like form, people often over-looked him, even for things he was perfectly suited for. Souryu sprang to mind. The stuffed up water dragon had taken decades to admit to himself that Kurikara was his equal. He'd loosened up since then, just a little, but it had been a battle to gain his regard.
How he'd wanted it back then! Souryu was tall and handsome and powerful in every way that mattered. He was what Kurikara had wanted to be. He'd been ecstatic when the other dragon had started treated him as an adult.
They'd been friends, after that. Kurikara's admiration was tempered by the realization that Souryu was a dragon just like himself. He still remembered the times when they would just sit together, Souryu with a book in hand and Kurikara playing with the butterflies and birds that came to him.
Those memories brought a slow smile to his face as he sat in Tenkuu's gardens. Although the newer memories hurt, the old ones were pleasant, once he shook off the sheen of regret.
His blind eye throbbed, and out of the other, he could see a deeper blue against the sky. His smile dropped. It was Souryu, playing with Kijin and Tenko. The girl, Kurikara knew, kept the form of a child, even though she could become an adult at will. He wondered what Souryu thought of his daughter doing the same thing his mortal enemy did. Or did it make him think of those long-ago, regret-tinged times in this very garden?
Souryu smiled down at the girl, his form strong and fatherly, the burdens dropping off his face. Once, Kurikara had been the one to make his careworn frown fade. He was more than a little jealous of the girl.
The tiny fire dragon wondered idly if he could ever bring a smile to his old friend's face- any smile at all would do. Was the pain he'd inflicted too deep now, or had it been worn over by other joys? Did his betrayal of his own kind to help the weaker humans still hurt?
He would never make Souryu smile again, and it was his own fault. He'd done what he thought was right. He'd paid for it when he was trapped in the Floating Desert. He still paid for it now.
Kurikara turned away from his old regrets, and looked up at the leaves above him. There were no trees in the desert. He'd missed the way the leaves turned with the seasons. Now, they were the vibrant green of mid-spring.
He knew eyes that color. The eyes of his new master, and the leaves of the trees. Let the others keep their Tsuzuki. There was an entire world, and a little boy with green eyes, who needed him now.
Leaf-green, he reminded himself as he walked out of the garden, and left the blue behind. | |
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So. I've decided to attempt to write more. Even if it's only a short drabble. Which I'm actually fond of, for some reason. Must be the short attention span. To further this goal, I am issuing challenges to myself. I have a big list of writing prompts and such printed out somewhere, but it's in the abyss currently known as my room. Instead, I will ask Winamp-san to help. IE. I stick all my music on random and hit the Next button, and let that inspire me.
Here goes nothing.
Ordinary World (Duran Duran cover by Fenix TX)
Shit ^^;;;
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Kurikara looked down at the scene below him. Tenkuu from above still stirred his heart and made a small smile touch his lips, even with all the baggage the place was accumulating in his memories. The beautiful Forbidden Palace of China was a pale imitation of Tenkuu's grounds, a shadow of the Gensoukai's jewel.
Long ago, in his barren desert prison, he'd dreamed of when he'd be able to see this sight again. Even longer before that, he'd enjoyed this same view, levitating above and watching the people, friends, family, and mere acquaintances, scrambling about like ants below him.
His body had been the same almost-chubby child's form. His hair had been longer, though, before he'd shorn it off, limiting his draconic powers. His smile back then had been a little truer, a touch broader. His hands had been less calloused from carrying a sword, and far less covered with blood. His eyes unclouded...
His right eye had been open, unscarred, still fuctional, back then. He was thinking of a time very long ago.
Below him, Kurikara could see, with his good left eye and his honed warrior's senses, all the people walking around. That red form was surely the Phoenix Suzaku, energetic and strong and sensual. That white one Byakko the Tiger-God, napping in the sun. That black one, broody Touda. The pale gold, Rikugo with his six all-seeing eyes. The rich sapphire, Souryu.
The little dragon turned away. Tenkuu didn't change. It was a constant, reassuring palace in a shifting world.
The one that had changed beyond repair was him. | |
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