http://clampfix.fanworks.net/rgv-fix/storm.txt </head><body><pre>And here is the next part of fire. I couldn't remember who all knew about Kuyou's prophacy regarding Ashura's child, or what the other characters thought about it. Can anyone help? I forgot to put a spoiler warning on the first part, but there are spoilers for the end of RGVeda here. Um, is there any fanfiction that doesn't have spoilers? ^_^ ONCOMING STORM A RG Veda/Seiden fanfic by Inarae RG Veda and everything associated with it belongs to CLAMP and anyone they have given rights to, which does not include me. This is the sequel to FIRE. Rating: PG-13 for . . . oh geeze, I don't know. It's not violent, no one's having sex, it's just kinda disturbing and not something you show to a little kid, you know? ************************** There are burdens that are too heavy for any man to bear and remain sane. I do not think I am evil, or guilty of any great sin. Is it evil for a father to want his child to live? Is it a sin to want to protect the world from destruction? But they are the only paths open to me. If I had been mortal, I would have asked what sins in a past life made me deserve the pain of balancing the life of all three worlds in one hand, and my child and the continuation of my clan in the other. But I am a god, and the only sins I carry are my own. A sudden noise catches my ear, and I glance out the window as I walk by. Princess Kisshouten and Bishamonten are chatting under a flowering plum, the petals slowly drifting to the ground around them. The princess is smiling happily with that pureness she's always had, and it was her tinkling laughter that had caught my attention. Bishamonten watches her shyly, a quiet love and gentle yearning suffusing his stance. They are beautiful. But there is a darkness in Bishamonten, the darkness of having an all-consuming desire and the power to fulfill it, if only he'd give in to evil's seduction. He reminds me of another, who's already taken that step. And perhaps of myself. I look away and continue down the hall, the cold white marble stretching up into darkness far above my head. "There is no pain for one who refuses to feel it." There is also the one who told me those words, lounging on velvet cushions with silken robes gaping open to show the muscles he used to dominate and kill, while gods and servants alike tended to his every desire. This elegant palace took over a thousand years to build, and the best artisans of history designed it, from the smooth patterned tiles I trod upon to the detailed carvings that adorn every wall. Only a people used to peace and prosperity would have the leisure to build such a thing. And we have been a happy people for a very, very long time. Oh, certainly there have been revolts, murders, hatreds and betrayals. But those are little things, compared to that which will awaken soon, regardless of what path I take. It is my child who is destined to demolish all this. From the moment the prophetess Kuyou first told me that, I knew it to be true. I have felt the bloodlust rising in my soul with the passing years. The seals that bind us gods of fire and war are weakening. A youth burning with the fires of puberty would have no chance against the overwhelming lust for destruction that I feel even now. And if the seals keep failing . . . The Ashura clan will regain its true form as the destroyers of the world. Taishakuten doesn't understand how I could prefer to remain in a false form, he who delights so fully in the power of the storm that is his alone to wield. Sometimes I think that the only pleasure he feels is that which stems from the knowledge of his own power. He is a sensualist, every movement intended to accomplish only one purpose, that of his own gratification. If there is one man I would wish never to see in power, it would be him. And yet I am about to offer it to him, because he is the only one who recognizes the darkness descending as a true threat, the only one with the power to have a chance at defying fate. He is the only one who would even be willing to try, because he is the only one who would never acknowledge the existence of a power greater than his. Given power, he will murder millions. His rule would be cruel and oppressive. His capriciousness will bring suffering to an unimaginable height. But . . . he is my only hope. In he alone is there the possibility that the world may be saved. Under his rule alone may both my child and this world continue to exist? And yet, if doing this fails to stop the destruction, and merely increases the suffering . . . I close my eyes. "There is no pain for one who refuses to feel it." I understand its attraction. As I walk the dark path towards his quarters, seeking a solution in offering that twisted mind all it ever desired, I wonder if I would still act this way if the lust for destruction wasn't clouding my thinking. Ashura-Oh ************************* AUTHOR'S NOTES: (Inarae blinks in surprise.) I thought that writing Ashura-Oh would be a little less depressing than writing Taishakuten. I'm not sure why I'm so into these two at the moment. I just reread the last volume of RG Veda, maybe that's why. I'm kinda in a, "there aren't any perfect solutions," mood too . . . someone needs to keep me away from CLAMP's works when I'm like this. Oh, and I honestly think that by the end of the manga, Taishakuten truely loves Ashura. But I doubt that he did at the time they made their deal- he was just looking to dominate the war god. There is a sequel to this trying to deal with them coming to love eachother, but it's really hard to write because it's NC17 and I generally don't write NC-17. So I can't promise that it will ever be posted. Thanks for reading, C&C welcome and enjoyed. Inarae ginabrae@aol.com http://www.geocities.com/ginabrae</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>