First the disclaimer thing. All the FY characters belong to Watase Yuu, and various other companies. If you have enough money to go around suing people for writing stories for no profit just send that money to me, and we’ll both be a lot happier.

This was not writeen by me. It was written my friend Elena, also known as Dragon no Miko. It took me two months to get her to agree to let me put this up so I hope you like it. Good comments can be sent to dragon_no_miko@hotmail.com. Any flames cane be sent to me. All grammer mistakes are my fault. Enjoy!

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They are all fools. Every one of them. From their stupid naive miko to the Emperor himself, they are fools. Yet for some reason they seem to think that their foolishness is a strength. It makes me wonder sometimes if there is something I am missing. No. That is not right. I know that there is something missing, but I refuse to admit it. Even to myself.

Tamahome is the blindest of them all. He is so easy to predict. Put his precious miko in danger, and there he is ready to throw his life away. For what? A girl more child than woman. What can he see in her? Why does he do it? I remember when he was at the palace. He doesn't even know why I beat him the way I did. Because he made me sick. So honorable. So loyal. So loved. I could never be like him. I was never given the chance. Why should he live a peaceful life while I suffer? At least I made him feel some of the pain that claws at me everyday of my life.

He hates me, now. After sending Suboshi after his family, he wants revenge. Wants me to suffer. Like I made him suffer. He doesn't realize that I think death would sometimes be a blessing. Poor, poor Tamahome. So blind in his rage, that he fails to notice that there is no possible way he could hate me as much as I hate myself. What a fool.

Not that there aren't fools among our side. Yui. She is so easily manipulated. Too easy it seems at times. Sometimes when she is watching me, I can believe she knows exactly what I am doing. But she doesn't care. She wants to believe me. Why? That way she doesn't have to blame herself for what she has done. She can always say that I manipulated her. She is a fool who refuses to see or admit the truth. But she is, by far, the most dangerous fool.

There is Suboshi and Amiboshi. Brothers and fools. They share the same chi. Both can be manipulated although Amiboshi is the more dangerous one of the two. He thinks. Suboshi doesn't think. He just reacts. Sometimes I envy them. At least they have each other. Their whole village died, but they still had each other. I had no one. I'll even admit they confuse me sometimes. They would die for each other, something I don't understand. Of course I do not have to understand it to use it against them. Yet sometimes, I still wonder.

Then there is Soi. I know of her love for me. How could I not, when every move she makes around me fairly screams that fact to the world. She never was very subtle. Sometimes I wonder who is the bigger fool. Her for loving me. Or me for believing that I could love her back. No. My soul died too long ago along with any softness I had. Besides, I do not deserve that love. I do not deserve it.

I lived while they died. I watched as my entire people were torn to shreds by the Emperor's army. My mother. She was raped before my eyes. No one can understand the rage that went through me at the moment. The need for vengeance so great I could taste it. Or the helplessness. I could do nothing. My soul began to die that day.

My sign appeared at the sight. That sign that marks me as property, the one I cherish and hate all at once. I killed them, for what they had done to my mother. She was broken and bleeding because of them. Her eyes. They were sightless and uncomprehending. I don't even think she recognized me. Her soul had died by their hands before I ever destroyed her body. At least I'd like to think so. I keep telling myself that every night before I sleep hoping one day I will believe it.

After that nothing seemed as bad. Even when the Emperor took me to his room, it wasn't that bad. The servants did nothing to help too busy hiding in fear. I wonder if they heard my screams? Not like I expected help. Sometimes after I was left by the Emperor bruised and hurting on the floor, I would cry. Yet after the first couple of times the tears refused to come. I am not sure if that was a good thing, or not.

I remember the first time I wandered into the Seiryuu shrine. For the most part the servants had learned to ignore me, so I was given free rein within the palace. Even then there was no laughter within its walls. Certainly not from me. I had opened the massive doors when and the blue light surrounded me. The symbol appeared on my forehead like it did every time I entered. Even then my life was not my own. But that time when I entered the shrine was different. It was the first time I realized that there was a way I could get my revenge.

I began to plan. It became important for me not to get the broken bones that the Emperor was so fond of giving me. I learned when to whimper, and scream so he would not hurt me as bad. Then I began training within the army, and I was good. Especially at strategy. And manipulation. I soon moved up in the ranks, and before long I was also learning how to control my chi. A gift from Seiryuu that at times was more curse than blessing.

At first the Emperor did not seem to notice. But I suddenly realized that the incidents with him were becoming few and far between. I doubt that he feared me. He had too much control over me and knew it, but I think he began to respect me. Or maybe it was fear. They are most times one and the same.

It is a fitting revenge I plan for him. It suits my nature. For me, once dominated and controlled by him, to take his country. To sit on his throne and wear his crown. To wield power like he could only dream of. Yes, it is a just revenge. Nothing will stand in my way. I will no longer be helpless. I will never cower before anyone ever again. My life will be my own. And if that means that I must be alone, so be it.