Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Change of Heart ❯ A Change of Heart ( Prologue )

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TITLE: A Change of Heart
AUTHOR: Krissy, the Golden Snitch Girl
E-MAIL: krissy@chibihanna.net
DISCLAIMER: Fushigi Yuugi belongs to Watase Yuu.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first Fushigi Yuugi fanfic. It's a rewrite of the scene where Genrou kidnaps Miaka. The italics are exact dialogue from the episode, which is from episode #14.
DEDICATION: To Cass and Kimmie, who got me into FY. I shall forever love you two! And to Emma, who I love forever and is also a newbie to FY so I don't feel alone! ;)
PAIRING: Miaka/Tasuki
RATING: PG-13 for language
ARCHIVE: If you want it, just ask.

//…// thought
italics anime quotes

"Only my friends and I know of this place. Nobody's gonna help you. Sorry, I have nothing against you. Be a good girl and nothing'll happen to you."

"'A good girl?'" Miaka repeated. She barely registered the crack in her voice. The feel of his fingers resting on her chin sent a shiver up her body and his face was so close to her that she could see the amber in his eyes clearly and the soft musky smell that lingered beneath dirt and sweat. He was close enough to kiss, and she briefly wondered why that thought didn't disgust her. Her instincts told her to hit, smack, anything to get out of his grip, but she didn't. Just accepted the press of lips against her. They were warm and soft and it ended before it started.

Genrou abruptly pulled away, shocked at the display that had passed between them. Stunned was the only word that could describe the feeling. All his captives, only a very few when he'd admit it, had pushed him, knocked him out, or he'd have been too disgusted to touch. Or cried so much that it was like drowning and Genrou HATED water. And now, this one girl had allowed him to kiss her. "Like that," he muttered an answer to the previous question. Miaka dazedly stared at him, not registering the meaning behind the words.

"Nani?"

"That's," he turned away. He didn't want to get lost in the green eyes. He had too much at stake. He didn't have time to analyze the actions of some... some *girl.* "How you're a good girl," he finished.

"Oh," her mind whirled with thoughts. The boy with orange hair was wringing his hands together and began to pace in front of her. //He *is* attractive,// she thought hazily. //Tamahome,// she swiftly reminded herself. She felt like kicking something . . . anything . . . anyone. She had a *boyfriend* and here she was, kissing the man that held her captive. It had to be the most twisted situation she'd ever been in. And disturbing, at that. But she'd be kicking herself if she didn't admit that it had felt nice. Sweet, even.

Genrou sighed, and stopped in front of her. He couldn't help but smirk lightly at her expression. "I'm not interested in a girl that doesn't cry. In the first place, I don't particularly like women. So if you expect another kiss, you can forget about it." Miaka frowned, but didn't speak. The situation was going by so fast. His arrogance was irritating and she was vaguely reminded of Tamahome. //Yes,// she reminded herself, //remember the one you like. The one who always rescues you. Remember . . . the feeling of soft lips and a piercing gaze of amber...// "NO!" she cried out, vocalizing her thoughts. "I won't . . ."

"Won't what?" Genrou demanded, raising his eyebrows skeptically. She was fuming, and kept on talking like she hadn't heard him. //And the others wonder why I despise women,// he thought with shake of his head.

Miaka didn't answer, her words still falling out of her lips in the lightest of a whisper.

"GIRL!" Genrou waved a hand in front of her face, which instantly snapped her out of her thoughts and she turned burning eyes at him.

"What?" she demanded. "I hope you know this isn't a very good time to go kidnapping me! I have . . . stuff . . . to do."

"Stuff?" Genrou snorted. "What the fuck kinda 'stuff' would *you* do?"

"Not something that would interest you," Miaka retorted. "And my name's not girl. Its Miaka."

Genrou's eyebrows rose again, and he shrugged. "Don't matter. But for what its worth, not that it fucking will, you can call me Genrou."

Miaka nodded vaguely, and she began to stare curiously at him. There was something about him . . . and it was just . . . Maybe . . .

Before Genrou knew what happened, he was on the floor and she was trying to rip his shirt off. He could only sit there and stare at her while her hands roamed his arms and chest and she was avidly watching where her hands went.

Finally, he found his voice. "What the fuck are you doing to me?!"

Miaka ignored him as she ripped the shirt all the way off. When she didn't find anything she was hoping for, she backed away, blushing as she realized what exactly she had done to him.

"Again, I ask. What the hell are you doing?!"

Laughing nervously, Miaka stared at him and spoke, "Checking to see if you have a character on your body." Genrou stared at her if she had grown a second head. "I didn't tell you . . . I'm Suzaku no Miko. I'm kinda famous around here, and I was just thinking that you're a Suzaku Seishi . . ." "Don't think," Genrou scowled. "It obviously makes you delusional and," he smiled cruelly, "horny."

"WHAT?!" Miaka cried, flushing crimson. "You're... you're a hentai no baka!"

"I've been called worse, but thank you for your compliment!" Genrou smiled, his teeth flashing brightly at her. Miaka saw two teeth that appeared to be like fangs and she rolled her eyes. It didn't really surprise her; there were so many other odd things she had encountered so far.

There was a pause while both girl and boy stared at each other. Genrou couldn't help but admire her. She was strong willed and not scared of him, plus she was pretty . . . //STOP IT!// he scolded himself, //she's your captive. A *girl*. Nothing more . . .//

The silence was interrupted by a knock on the door and a voice speaking. "Good evening. Who's there? Genrou's best buddy's here to see him. Its Koji. You're welcome. Please come in. Thank you."

Miaka took an involuntary step backwards as the purple haired man entered the room. Genrou glanced once at the Miko, then at the door and in one instance shouted "Koji!" and was at him, arms circled and Miaka could only watch, drawing a sweat drop at the stupid . . . dance?

//Who the hell are these guys?// Miaka wondered, but didn't speak and she tried to ignore them and her thoughts tried to drift to Tamahome, in Kutou. It wasn't working and finally she glanced back at the Bandits as they quickly broke apart and Genrou turned his amber gaze back to Miaka. Why was it that she could easily get lost in it? He was so mean, but there was just something about him and she didn't like the way her thoughts were going so she turned her back on him and stared at the wall on the far side of the room.

"That," Genrou smirked, "is my hostage. Her name is Miaka and she's going to get me back my position as leader."

Koji rose his eyebrows at the words, "You're on first names with you're hostage?"

"Er, no. She insisted I call her that . . ."

"You baka! I just didn't want to be called 'girl'!" Miaka yelled, glowering at the redhead. Genrou rolled his eyes.

"Yes, whatever . . ." He glanced back at a smirking Koji. "Don't even say one word!"

"Oh, no, Genrou, I'd never," Koji feigned an innocent look, but shook his head seriously. "How is SHE going to get you back the position of the leader?"

"Huh? You were supposed to be leader?" Miaka asked. She now paid attention to the conversation, as she had ignored the mentions of it before.

Koji nodded before Genrou could say a word. "Sorta. When our former leader died a month ago . . . Eiken took over because you weren't around. The former leader worried over you 'til he died." he told Genrou seriously.

"Okay!" Miaka jumped to her feet excitedly. "I'll help you!"

Genrou and Koji exchanged looks. "Huh?"

"You *absolutely* HAVE to have that position!"

Genrou stared at the girl in disbelief. //I kidnapped her, kissed her, and now she says I *have* to have the position?! Women!//

"And I want to help Hotohori and Nuriko," she mumbled, instantly feeling guilty about not thinking of her friends before this. Genrou opened his mouth to comment, but Miaka stared at him and he instantly fell silent at the pleading look in her green eyes. "Since I'm helping you, if we're successful, could you help me find Tasuki?"

Genrou shrunk back at the name of the Seishi and stared oddly at her. His old ways, before he met her, would have been to say "NO! Absolutely NOT would I help a fucking girl!" but all he could do was nod. And Miaka smiled at him, which caused a slight flush in cheeks, which he tried to ignore. He saw Koji laughing behind him and he gritted his teeth together. //Women are vile.//

"We've decided, then. Let's go!"

Genrou paused, and reminded himself that she was HIS hostage, and Koji glanced curiously at him, then at the girl. "She doesn't get that she's a hostage . . ."

"Looks that way," Genrou agreed. But, as much as tried to convince himself that she was, it almost didn't seem like she was. How many hostages did you actually KISS?

"Go ahead," Genrou told Koji. "I'll have to fucking lecture her before we leave. Stupid girl . . ."

"We're actually going to go?" Koji questioned. Genrou nodded and Koji did what was asked, and left, and Miaka turned impatiently to him.

"Hurry up, Genrou-chan! I have to save my friends and help you, and then look for Tasuki."

//'Genrou-chan?'// he wondered. He sighed as she pulled him outside. //Maybe next time I should grab a fucking boy for a hostage.//

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