Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Story Retold ❯ Chapter 2

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi. The original story and
characters belong to Yu Watase. Any characters that did not
appear in the original story are my own creation.

Summary: Miaka and Yui discover that due to a change in the
constellations, the events of the Universe of the Four Gods have been
altered and now there are eight celestial warriors on each side! The
two girls must return back into the book in order to replay the events
and prevent a disaster. But once they arrive in the "Universe of the
Four Gods" again, Yui and Miaka are separated, Yui finding herself
walking herself walking the streets of the same slum she came to
before. (The ending to this chapter is kinda depressing, but things do
get happier as they go along.)

Warnings: The story picks up shortly after the last episode of the
series. If you haven't seen all of the series not only will the story
probably leave you confused, but it contains some major spoilers as
well, especially this chapter. This story has nothing to do with the OVA.

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A Story Retold: Chapter 2
By Katrina Kadabra

Yui opened her eyes. Looking down at her arm, she saw the scales were
no longer there. But also glancing around, she quickly realized that
she and Miaka had been separated, and she was right where she was
standing when she arrived on her own the first time.

"Oh no," she thought to herself, but quickly try to calm down.
"Relax," she said. "This is my second chance. I shouldn't look so
intimidated. I should calm down and start looking for the quickest
route to the Kutou palace. That way I can get out of here." Yui began
starting down the street. The walls of the buildings rose up on either
side. They were old and dirty, their exterior chipping away. The
streets had bits of discarded trash blowing by, and a couple of
homeless folks rested in the corners. Everything was so familiar to
her that it made Yui's blood run cold just to look at it. She kept
hoping as she walked that she
would trip and fall; that way she'd wake up and everything would be as
she had left it back in her home world.

Still, Yui kept onward, trying to ignore the surroundings, until she
heard something behind her. A hauntingly familiar voice was laughing,
"Hey, check out the babe!"

Yui didn't wait for the degrading commentary. She only took off
running as fast as her legs and the adrenaline pumping through them
would carry her. But the scene played itself out all too well, and
soon Yui felt her arms being jerked back from behind her. She cried
out for Miaka, but her voice only echoed in the wind.

Miaka awoke in Konan with a start. She had felt something, but she was
unsure of what. Only a feeling of fright has suddenly come over her,
and she could not explain why. Could it have been Yui? She looked
around to see that her friend was nowhere in sight. Had Yui gotten
ahead of her? Miaka had a sinking feeling that not all was quite
right. As she pondered over what to do, she heard behind her a
familiar greeting.

"No da?" Miaka whirled around.

"Chichiri!" she exclaimed. And so it was Chichiri; the same
characteristic blue hair and the smiling mask. Miaka was so thrilled
at the sight of her old friend that she ran up and threw her arms
around him. But for some reason he did not return the gesture. Miaka
quickly released Chichiri and looked at him in confusion. Perhaps she
had gotten carried away.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry if I got overexcited, Chichiri. It's
just that I hadn't seen you for so long, and I..."

"Um, do I know you, miss?" Chichiri asked. Miaka's face fell.

"Know me!" she exclaimed. "Chichiri, it's me Miaka! I've come back
from my world to this world again. I have so much to tell you!"
Chichiri raised his hand to cut Miaka off.

"Look, I don't know who you are, or how you know my name for that
matter," he said "But I can assure you that we've never meet before.
No da." Miaka turned away, wanting to cry. In less than a year, one of
her dearest friends had totally forgotten about her. But then
something else occurred to Miaka. She and Yui were here to redo
everything. So perhaps she was at the beginning of the book where she
and Chichiri had yet to meet. It was a possibility, Miaka thought to
herself. But how to tell? She turned back to Chichiri again.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me if Konan has found the priestess of
Suzaku yet?" she asked. A look of longing spread over Chichiri's face.

"Yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Sure would make everyone feel
better about the situation with Kutou. But no, we still haven't found
our priestess, although they say she should be arriving soon from a
different world..." He looked at Miaka's clothing; she still had on
her school uniform. "You don't look like you're from around here, no
da," he said. "You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?"
Miaka smiled. Things seemed to be going her way a lot sooner this time
than the time before.

"I don't suppose you could possibly take me to the emperor's palace,
could you?"



Yui lay on a soft mattress, clutching her body and shivering. A single
tear rolled down her face and she tried to smile.

"Miaka, you little idiot," she whispered. "You said everything would
be the same. You said Nakago would come and save me." As if on cue,
the Kutou general walked into the room.

"Are you alright?" he asked her. Yui nodded; it was the biggest lie
she ever told in her life. Things had played out just as before, only
this time Nakago had not reached her in time. There was no mistaking;
she could feel it - she had lost something precious to her. She felt
used and dirty. And the despair was welling up inside her to the point
that she would have gladly ended it all right there if she had the
chance.

Only Nakago was blocking her. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "But you
should rest now." He took Yui's hand in his own. "What a cruel thing
to leave you all alone like that," he said. "But please know that I am
always here to protect you." Yui pulled her hand away. They were empty
words, and she knew it. Nothing could soothe her now; she could feel
her despair blasting into heaps of anger, and she didn't know where to
direct it. Not at Nakago. Whatever his intentions, he had still taken
her in and nursed her. At Miaka? It was her bitterness and rage
towards Miaka that had started the entire disaster before. But this
time it was different. She had not blacked out until after the two men
had left her beaten and ashamed in the street. She
could only assume that Nakago had found her soon after that. She
looked out at the sun. It seemed it had not moved much since the last
time she looked at it. She wondered what it would be like not to look
at it ever again.
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