Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Story Retold ❯ Chapter 12
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By: Katrina Kadabra 
Miaka and Yui are reunited once again, and at last are able to discuss their differences.
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.06.2002 | Updated On: 10.21.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 436 | Status: Completed
Miaka and Yui are reunited once again, and at last are able to discuss their differences.
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.06.2002 | Updated On: 10.21.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 436 | Status: Completed
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.
Warnings: The story picks up shortly after the episode 52 of the
Fushigi Yugi 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. This story has nothing to do with the OVA.
Summary thus far: Upon arriving for the second time in the "Universe
of the Four Gods," Yui and Miaka are again separated. Yui, arriving
at the Kutou palace makes a shocking discovery about how the events
of the book have changed: she is expecting a child by the man who
raped her. Like before, Yui blames her suffering on Miaka and
resolves to again become the priestess of Seiryu. She gives birth to
the baby, a girl, and names her Yuiren. At first, Yui struggles with
taking care of her, but with her handmaiden Toki's guidance, she
learns to love her daughter and promises that she will guide and
protect her. But just as things begin to improve, Yui's worst
nightmare comes true: Yuiren's father arrives as the Kutou palace,
thought to be the last warrior of Seiryu. Unable to stand the
memories coming back at her or thought of Yuiren in danger, Yui runs
away from the palace... and right into a brewing storm. She is found
and rescued by Miaka, and Mitsukake tries his best to heal her. But
what about Yuiren?
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A Story Retold: Chapter 12
By Katrina Kadabra
The next morning, Miaka awoke the sun was already high in the sky. It
was surprisingly warm, one never would have guessed what a storm had
occurred only the night before. Miaka slowly opened her eyes and as
the world came into focus, she saw Yui's face somewhat buried by the
blankets, still sleeping peacefully next to her. Yui's skin seemed
warm and vibrant, nothing like the previous night. Mitsukake's powers
must have worked.
"I'll let her sleep," Miaka thought. "She's been through a lot, after
all." Miaka sat up, stretched and started to get dressed. But as she
took her clothes off, with impeccable timing as usual, Tamahome
walked in the tent.
He was greeted with a strong punch in the jaw by Miaka.
"What are DOING?!" Miaka screamed. "Tamahome, you...!"
"I'm SORRY!" Tamahome wailed. "Geez, I only came to talk to you. It's
not my fault you were getting changed! You should've said something!"
"You should've asked first!" Miaka yelled back. Then she stopped, a
sweatdrop appeared on her head. She looked over at Yui. Amazingly,
even Miaka's screaming had not stirred her from her sleep. She only
sighed and rolled over, continuing with her slumber.
"Whew!" said Miaka to herself as she finished putting her clothes
on. "I guess after our overnight parties with the girls, sleeping
through my yelling at Tamahome is nothing."
"Are you done in there?" Tamahome asked, still rubbing his
cheek. "There's something Mitsukake wants you to see."
"Mm-hmm," Miaka answered in a muffled voice as she did up her hair,
her signature red ribbon in her mouth. She walked outside to meet
Tamahome.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Follow me," Tamahome answered.
Tamahome took Miaka to Mitsukake's tent, where everything seemed in
normal order. The jars of various herbs and medicine were all lined
up nicely. The blankets were neatly folded. Well, except for one that
was. In the center of the tent, Mitsukake had fashioned was looked to
be a tiny bed out of pillows and quilts. And something was lying
inside it. Miaka carefully peered into the blankets.
"A baby!" she exclaimed. And it was indeed a baby. Only it didn't
seem to sleep as deeply as Yui did. At the sound of Miaka's voice, it
instantly opened its large blue eyes to gaze up at her. It only took
a moment for the infant to being whimpering and then crying,
stretching out its arms towards Miaka.
"Thank you, Miaka," Mitsukake mumbled with a touch of sarcasm. "It
took me forever to get her to sleep last night. She's starving,"
Miaka picked up the baby and held her in her arms, trying to soothe
her. But she only continued to crying, pulling at Miaka's clothes and
placing her mouth over where her breast was.
"What's she doing?" Miaka asked, her cheeks turning pink.
"I told you," Mitsukake answered. "She hungry, and she's looking for
milk. She finally went to sleep last night out of sheer exhaustion."
"But where did she come from?" Miaka asked.
"That's what we wanted to tell you," said Tamahome. "Yui was carrying
her last night."
"Yui?" Miaka asked in disbelief. "But... why? Why would Yui have
her?"
Miaka tried to remember back. It had been a while since she had last
seen her friend. The previous time they had met, Yui had given her a
strong slap across the cheek when she told her that Nakago had not
saved her in time. "You can't even tell anything can you?" The last
words she said to Miaka before leaving to become the priestess of
Seiryu. Suddenly Miaka gasped; things were starting to come together.
"Mitsusake, how old would you say this baby is?" She held out the
infant for him to see. Mitsukake looked her over and thought for a
moment.
"I'd say about two months, possibly three," he answered. Miaka
counted back. Three plus nine... that was twelve. Twelve months
equaled a year. And though it had been only a few months for her, it
had been almost a year by this land's time since she and Yui first
came into the book. Everything made sense.
"I can't believe it," Miaka whispered. "This is what Yui what trying
to tell me. That she was... that she was..."
"Miaka," said Tamahome, trying to calm Miaka down. "Do you think Yui
is possibly this little one's mother?" Miaka nodded, she couldn't
believe she was doing so.
"Then you should take her to her right away," said Mitsukake. Miaka
nodded again. Tamahome stood up.
"I'll go with you," he said.
"No, I want to do this on my own," Miaka answered.
"But...?" Tamahome started to object, but Mitsukake placed a hand on
his shoulder to stop him.
"Let her go. I think she just wants some time alone with her friend."
Meanwhile, Yui had finally started to wake up. She looked carefully
at the room around her. Her body was exhausted, but she knew she was
safe. How did it happen though? She hadn't made it into the camp she
had seen in the distance. She passed out at least fifty yards away
from it. So how? But Yui's confusion was suddenly interrupted by a
wave of terror. As she clutched her arms to her chest, she felt they
were empty. Where was Yuiren? Hadn't she made it? Yui was ready to
panic as all sorts of thoughts ran through her mind. Just then Miaka
walked back into the tent.
Yui was a little shocked to see her former friend standing there. It
had never occurred to her the Suzaku Seven had been anywhere close.
Miaka approached Yui slowly, her expression unlike any that Yui had
seen on her in a long time. Her eyes were deeply ingrained with her
thoughts. She looked regretful, like a terrible burden was placed on
her shoulders and she couldn't lift it alone. She was craving
forgiveness, yet she still had that innocent air to her that never
left. She was just the way Yui had seen her when they first came into
the book, when Miaka had tried to apologize for leaving Yui alone.
But despite the memories it brought back, Yui's gaze quickly turned
from Miaka's face to her arms and what she was holding in them.
"Yuiren!" Yui exclaimed. Miaka smiled and walked up to her friend. So
the baby was hers. Miaka handed her over to Yui, who anxiously took
her in arms and held her close, gently rocking her back and forth.
Miaka thought she saw a tear forming in Yui's eye, but she couldn't
tell. But for as happy as Yuiren was to be reunited with her mother,
she had not forgotten her distress and began to cry once again.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Yui whispered to her. "I was just so happy to see
you again. But I suppose you're hungry, aren't you? Yui straightened
herself up. Holding Yuiren in one arm, she slipped off her jacket
with the other. She then began to undo the buttons on her blouse and
Miaka's face became bright red again. She quickly turned her head in
the opposite direction.
"What's wrong, Miaka?" Yui asked. "Why are you so squeamish?"
"I'm not squeamish," Miaka answered. "I just never pictured you,
well, um..."
"Nursing?" Yui finished Miaka sentence for her. "There's nothing
wrong with it, Miaka. This is how she eats. You're going to be doing
this when you and Tamahome have children someday too, right?" Miaka's
face went from red to scarlet.
"Geez, Yui! Stop it! Tamahome and I aren't... I mean we're still a
way off from... Dang it! Don't tease me like that!" Yui laughed.
Miaka had not heard her do so in a long time.
"Sit down," Yui asked. "Please, I want to talk to you." Miaka nodded
and crouched down, still keeping her gaze locked in the opposite
direction. Yui sighed. Miaka was still so childish. But then, that
was probably one of the qualities Yui admired most in her was her
childlike innocence. In either case, Yuiren was quite content now.
Tamahome stood outside the tent waiting anxiously.
"What are they doing in there?" he asked.
"Talking, I imagine," said Mitsukake. "Let them be. I'm sure they
have a lot to catch up on." He sighed. "You know, funny thing about
that little one last night. Even though it was so cold, she seemed
totally unaffected by it. No chills, no fever, nothing. The only
thing bothering her was her hunger. Miaka's friend must have done
everything she could to keep her warm. That's why she was so sick."
"That so?" Tamahome asked, his mind wandering a thousand miles away
elsewhere.
"Good morning, Tama-baby!" said a voice behind Tamahome. A strong
slap on the back that nearly knocked the wind out of him told
Tamahome who the voice had come from.
"Nuriko!" he snapped. Nuriko laughed.
"Sorry," he said. "I keep forgetting to take it easy on you! So how's
Miaka doing? Mitsukake told me she found her friend out in the storm
last night."
"Oh yeah," said Tamahome. "I guess I should tell you and the others
about this."
Miaka clutched her fists and rested them on her knees as she listened
to Yui.
"The weather was terrible last night," Yui began. "I guess I'm a
little surprised. How did you find me in all that?"
"I... can't really explain it," Miaka answered. "I just felt like...
you were somewhere nearby and that you were hurt and I had to go and
find you." Yui sighed.
"You say that so honestly, I almost want to believe you. But if you
felt me so strongly then... Why didn't you feel the pain I went
through before?"
"You mean in Kutou," Miaka said. "I don't know. I really don't, Yui.
I wasn't back to our world, yet somehow I couldn't feel anything from
you. It's like you and I were totally separated."
"I see," Yui answered quietly. There was a long pause. Miaka didn't
know what to say. What could she say? There was no mistaking what Yui
had gone through; she was holding the proof there in her arms. What a
traitor she must think I am, Miaka thought. It's no wonder she hates
me. I would, I'm sure.
"Miaka, are you crying?" Yui asked. Miaka gasped and wiped her face.
"No, no I'm not," she said cheerfully.
"Liar," Yui said. Miaka scoffed. Why was Yui so good at picking up on
her feelings like that?
"Yui, I...?" she began.
"Oh, by the way, Yuiren's done now, so you can turn around if you
like," Yui said. Miaka did turn around, but she still found it hard
to look her friend in eyes.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "For everything. You must've suffered so
much." Yui looked down.
"I did," she admitted. "But the strange thing is, it wasn't all
suffering." She held her daughter close to her. "Yuiren's been
everything to me. I love her so much. Sounds strange, doesn't it?
People say when... this happens, that a baby is a constant reminder
of pain and suffering. But she's not. She's like a reminder of hope
to me. That even when the most terrible things happen that something
good can come of them. I'm sorry, that sounds so cliché, doesn't it?"
Miaka shook her head.
"Not at all," she answered. "It sounds like... like the old Yui I
knew in elementary school. Who always cheered me up and reminded me
of stuff like that." Yui laughed.
"You were the cheerful one Miaka. I hardly ever saw you without a
smile."
"Of course, I always had you with me," said Miaka and laughed as
well. She reached out her arms and grasped Yui in them, holding her
close to her. Yui was startled at first, but then put her arm around
Miaka as well. Finally the two of them were together again, after
everything their friendship had been through. And this time nothing,
not Seiryu, not Nakago was going to drive itself between their
friendship again.
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characters belong to Yu Watase. Any characters that did not appear in
the original story are my own creation.
Warnings: The story picks up shortly after the episode 52 of the
Fushigi Yugi 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. This story has nothing to do with the OVA.
Summary thus far: Upon arriving for the second time in the "Universe
of the Four Gods," Yui and Miaka are again separated. Yui, arriving
at the Kutou palace makes a shocking discovery about how the events
of the book have changed: she is expecting a child by the man who
raped her. Like before, Yui blames her suffering on Miaka and
resolves to again become the priestess of Seiryu. She gives birth to
the baby, a girl, and names her Yuiren. At first, Yui struggles with
taking care of her, but with her handmaiden Toki's guidance, she
learns to love her daughter and promises that she will guide and
protect her. But just as things begin to improve, Yui's worst
nightmare comes true: Yuiren's father arrives as the Kutou palace,
thought to be the last warrior of Seiryu. Unable to stand the
memories coming back at her or thought of Yuiren in danger, Yui runs
away from the palace... and right into a brewing storm. She is found
and rescued by Miaka, and Mitsukake tries his best to heal her. But
what about Yuiren?
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A Story Retold: Chapter 12
By Katrina Kadabra
The next morning, Miaka awoke the sun was already high in the sky. It
was surprisingly warm, one never would have guessed what a storm had
occurred only the night before. Miaka slowly opened her eyes and as
the world came into focus, she saw Yui's face somewhat buried by the
blankets, still sleeping peacefully next to her. Yui's skin seemed
warm and vibrant, nothing like the previous night. Mitsukake's powers
must have worked.
"I'll let her sleep," Miaka thought. "She's been through a lot, after
all." Miaka sat up, stretched and started to get dressed. But as she
took her clothes off, with impeccable timing as usual, Tamahome
walked in the tent.
He was greeted with a strong punch in the jaw by Miaka.
"What are DOING?!" Miaka screamed. "Tamahome, you...!"
"I'm SORRY!" Tamahome wailed. "Geez, I only came to talk to you. It's
not my fault you were getting changed! You should've said something!"
"You should've asked first!" Miaka yelled back. Then she stopped, a
sweatdrop appeared on her head. She looked over at Yui. Amazingly,
even Miaka's screaming had not stirred her from her sleep. She only
sighed and rolled over, continuing with her slumber.
"Whew!" said Miaka to herself as she finished putting her clothes
on. "I guess after our overnight parties with the girls, sleeping
through my yelling at Tamahome is nothing."
"Are you done in there?" Tamahome asked, still rubbing his
cheek. "There's something Mitsukake wants you to see."
"Mm-hmm," Miaka answered in a muffled voice as she did up her hair,
her signature red ribbon in her mouth. She walked outside to meet
Tamahome.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Follow me," Tamahome answered.
Tamahome took Miaka to Mitsukake's tent, where everything seemed in
normal order. The jars of various herbs and medicine were all lined
up nicely. The blankets were neatly folded. Well, except for one that
was. In the center of the tent, Mitsukake had fashioned was looked to
be a tiny bed out of pillows and quilts. And something was lying
inside it. Miaka carefully peered into the blankets.
"A baby!" she exclaimed. And it was indeed a baby. Only it didn't
seem to sleep as deeply as Yui did. At the sound of Miaka's voice, it
instantly opened its large blue eyes to gaze up at her. It only took
a moment for the infant to being whimpering and then crying,
stretching out its arms towards Miaka.
"Thank you, Miaka," Mitsukake mumbled with a touch of sarcasm. "It
took me forever to get her to sleep last night. She's starving,"
Miaka picked up the baby and held her in her arms, trying to soothe
her. But she only continued to crying, pulling at Miaka's clothes and
placing her mouth over where her breast was.
"What's she doing?" Miaka asked, her cheeks turning pink.
"I told you," Mitsukake answered. "She hungry, and she's looking for
milk. She finally went to sleep last night out of sheer exhaustion."
"But where did she come from?" Miaka asked.
"That's what we wanted to tell you," said Tamahome. "Yui was carrying
her last night."
"Yui?" Miaka asked in disbelief. "But... why? Why would Yui have
her?"
Miaka tried to remember back. It had been a while since she had last
seen her friend. The previous time they had met, Yui had given her a
strong slap across the cheek when she told her that Nakago had not
saved her in time. "You can't even tell anything can you?" The last
words she said to Miaka before leaving to become the priestess of
Seiryu. Suddenly Miaka gasped; things were starting to come together.
"Mitsusake, how old would you say this baby is?" She held out the
infant for him to see. Mitsukake looked her over and thought for a
moment.
"I'd say about two months, possibly three," he answered. Miaka
counted back. Three plus nine... that was twelve. Twelve months
equaled a year. And though it had been only a few months for her, it
had been almost a year by this land's time since she and Yui first
came into the book. Everything made sense.
"I can't believe it," Miaka whispered. "This is what Yui what trying
to tell me. That she was... that she was..."
"Miaka," said Tamahome, trying to calm Miaka down. "Do you think Yui
is possibly this little one's mother?" Miaka nodded, she couldn't
believe she was doing so.
"Then you should take her to her right away," said Mitsukake. Miaka
nodded again. Tamahome stood up.
"I'll go with you," he said.
"No, I want to do this on my own," Miaka answered.
"But...?" Tamahome started to object, but Mitsukake placed a hand on
his shoulder to stop him.
"Let her go. I think she just wants some time alone with her friend."
Meanwhile, Yui had finally started to wake up. She looked carefully
at the room around her. Her body was exhausted, but she knew she was
safe. How did it happen though? She hadn't made it into the camp she
had seen in the distance. She passed out at least fifty yards away
from it. So how? But Yui's confusion was suddenly interrupted by a
wave of terror. As she clutched her arms to her chest, she felt they
were empty. Where was Yuiren? Hadn't she made it? Yui was ready to
panic as all sorts of thoughts ran through her mind. Just then Miaka
walked back into the tent.
Yui was a little shocked to see her former friend standing there. It
had never occurred to her the Suzaku Seven had been anywhere close.
Miaka approached Yui slowly, her expression unlike any that Yui had
seen on her in a long time. Her eyes were deeply ingrained with her
thoughts. She looked regretful, like a terrible burden was placed on
her shoulders and she couldn't lift it alone. She was craving
forgiveness, yet she still had that innocent air to her that never
left. She was just the way Yui had seen her when they first came into
the book, when Miaka had tried to apologize for leaving Yui alone.
But despite the memories it brought back, Yui's gaze quickly turned
from Miaka's face to her arms and what she was holding in them.
"Yuiren!" Yui exclaimed. Miaka smiled and walked up to her friend. So
the baby was hers. Miaka handed her over to Yui, who anxiously took
her in arms and held her close, gently rocking her back and forth.
Miaka thought she saw a tear forming in Yui's eye, but she couldn't
tell. But for as happy as Yuiren was to be reunited with her mother,
she had not forgotten her distress and began to cry once again.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Yui whispered to her. "I was just so happy to see
you again. But I suppose you're hungry, aren't you? Yui straightened
herself up. Holding Yuiren in one arm, she slipped off her jacket
with the other. She then began to undo the buttons on her blouse and
Miaka's face became bright red again. She quickly turned her head in
the opposite direction.
"What's wrong, Miaka?" Yui asked. "Why are you so squeamish?"
"I'm not squeamish," Miaka answered. "I just never pictured you,
well, um..."
"Nursing?" Yui finished Miaka sentence for her. "There's nothing
wrong with it, Miaka. This is how she eats. You're going to be doing
this when you and Tamahome have children someday too, right?" Miaka's
face went from red to scarlet.
"Geez, Yui! Stop it! Tamahome and I aren't... I mean we're still a
way off from... Dang it! Don't tease me like that!" Yui laughed.
Miaka had not heard her do so in a long time.
"Sit down," Yui asked. "Please, I want to talk to you." Miaka nodded
and crouched down, still keeping her gaze locked in the opposite
direction. Yui sighed. Miaka was still so childish. But then, that
was probably one of the qualities Yui admired most in her was her
childlike innocence. In either case, Yuiren was quite content now.
Tamahome stood outside the tent waiting anxiously.
"What are they doing in there?" he asked.
"Talking, I imagine," said Mitsukake. "Let them be. I'm sure they
have a lot to catch up on." He sighed. "You know, funny thing about
that little one last night. Even though it was so cold, she seemed
totally unaffected by it. No chills, no fever, nothing. The only
thing bothering her was her hunger. Miaka's friend must have done
everything she could to keep her warm. That's why she was so sick."
"That so?" Tamahome asked, his mind wandering a thousand miles away
elsewhere.
"Good morning, Tama-baby!" said a voice behind Tamahome. A strong
slap on the back that nearly knocked the wind out of him told
Tamahome who the voice had come from.
"Nuriko!" he snapped. Nuriko laughed.
"Sorry," he said. "I keep forgetting to take it easy on you! So how's
Miaka doing? Mitsukake told me she found her friend out in the storm
last night."
"Oh yeah," said Tamahome. "I guess I should tell you and the others
about this."
Miaka clutched her fists and rested them on her knees as she listened
to Yui.
"The weather was terrible last night," Yui began. "I guess I'm a
little surprised. How did you find me in all that?"
"I... can't really explain it," Miaka answered. "I just felt like...
you were somewhere nearby and that you were hurt and I had to go and
find you." Yui sighed.
"You say that so honestly, I almost want to believe you. But if you
felt me so strongly then... Why didn't you feel the pain I went
through before?"
"You mean in Kutou," Miaka said. "I don't know. I really don't, Yui.
I wasn't back to our world, yet somehow I couldn't feel anything from
you. It's like you and I were totally separated."
"I see," Yui answered quietly. There was a long pause. Miaka didn't
know what to say. What could she say? There was no mistaking what Yui
had gone through; she was holding the proof there in her arms. What a
traitor she must think I am, Miaka thought. It's no wonder she hates
me. I would, I'm sure.
"Miaka, are you crying?" Yui asked. Miaka gasped and wiped her face.
"No, no I'm not," she said cheerfully.
"Liar," Yui said. Miaka scoffed. Why was Yui so good at picking up on
her feelings like that?
"Yui, I...?" she began.
"Oh, by the way, Yuiren's done now, so you can turn around if you
like," Yui said. Miaka did turn around, but she still found it hard
to look her friend in eyes.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "For everything. You must've suffered so
much." Yui looked down.
"I did," she admitted. "But the strange thing is, it wasn't all
suffering." She held her daughter close to her. "Yuiren's been
everything to me. I love her so much. Sounds strange, doesn't it?
People say when... this happens, that a baby is a constant reminder
of pain and suffering. But she's not. She's like a reminder of hope
to me. That even when the most terrible things happen that something
good can come of them. I'm sorry, that sounds so cliché, doesn't it?"
Miaka shook her head.
"Not at all," she answered. "It sounds like... like the old Yui I
knew in elementary school. Who always cheered me up and reminded me
of stuff like that." Yui laughed.
"You were the cheerful one Miaka. I hardly ever saw you without a
smile."
"Of course, I always had you with me," said Miaka and laughed as
well. She reached out her arms and grasped Yui in them, holding her
close to her. Yui was startled at first, but then put her arm around
Miaka as well. Finally the two of them were together again, after
everything their friendship had been through. And this time nothing,
not Seiryu, not Nakago was going to drive itself between their
friendship again.
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