Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Altered Realities ❯ Damnit! ( Chapter 6 )

Altered Realities

 

 

A/N: ::glomps readers:: Thanks so much for reading along and taking time to review when you can. ::grins:: Get ready, we're in for a fast, loony, bumpy ride with this chapter! Hope you enjoy!

 

Disclaimer: See the previous chapters. ::grins::

 

Credit: My lovely beta and helpful muse, Miss Elf-chan, without whom this chapter would've never been good enough to release to the public. Personal cheers to Miss Roku, for her writing such a mega chapter for “Hidden Paths” and sparking my muses again. I love you both! ::glomps them::

 

Thanks: Miss Golden-Fire-Goddess, Miss Roku Kyu (or Miss Kyu[miscue] as she is affectionately known), and Miss Ayriel, thank you so much for taking the time to leave heartfelt reviews and encouraging this half-assed author to continue. I love you all.

 

 

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Chapter 6: Damnit!

 

 

Chichiri's voice was soft as he started the chant that would get them back to Mt. Reikaku; the tension was high due to the startling revelations brought to their attention. `It seems that things are more desperate than I had imagined, and Miaka is really stressed about this `Blue Man' that Taiitsukun mentioned. Wonder what happened between them…'

 

The kesa flashed brilliant white and the all too familiar sinking sensation indicated that they were, once more, on their way. Miaka ignored the other occupants of the kesa, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to worry over the strange mode of transportation or the thoughtful looks directed her way.

 

`Why does shit like this always happen to me? Is my kanji really `wing' or does it mean `destined to be alone'?' She snorted at her sarcastic thoughts and smoothed her fingers over her character symbol as she did when she was nervous.

 

`First my Tasu-chan has his memories of me erased, then a different Tasuki in another world tells me I'm too rough to want in a romantic way, and now Kouji has almost flat out told me that I'm more of a man than a woman. This is bullshit! Why is it the only ones who show interest in me for reasons other than my fighting prowess are either evil or drunk off their ass? Am I really so disgusting? I guess I am.' Tears welled in her eyes but she fought them back, savagely biting her lower lip enough to draw blood.

 

The coppery tang on her tongue snapped her attention back to the outside world. Aware that someone had said something she raised her head “Huh? Sorry, I was daydreaming.”

 

Chichiri frowned. “I asked if you wanted to eat while we discussed what we need to do, no da.”

 

Her stomach growled at the mention of food causing her to blush in embarrassment. “Heh heh, um yeah, I could eat.”

 

Tasuki and Kouji shared a glance before bursting out in laughter. “Yer just like th' miko, Mi-chan! When it comes ta food, yer there!” Tasuki laughed harder at his joke and wandered off to the dining hall.

 

Miaka's face reddened in anger but she kept her expression neutral. “Actually I think I'd like a few bowls of sake and a room to myself, if no one minds. I didn't sleep last night and I'm feeling a bit tired. Please, excuse me”

 

Her tone was even, pleasant, but her speech pattern had changed from easy going and a bit rough to painfully polite and cultured. Kouji stared at her for a moment before nodding his head and leading her down the hall towards a spare room. Chichiri watched quietly as the duo left. `Something's not quite right, no da.'

 

Oooo

 

Miaka was quiet, real quiet and no matter how hard he tried, Kouji couldn't get anything more than one-word answers, polite nods or shakes of her head in answer. It was making him uncomfortable but he figured that something must be really bothering her to make her change her attitude so drastically.

 

“I'll be right back with yer sake and a handbowl in a minute.“ Kouji tried again to get her to talk but she was having none of it and answered with a polite, “thank you, Kouji-san,” before she turned to the small window that overlooked the backside of the mountain.

 

It was hard and slightly scary for him to see Miaka so quiet. `Reserved. Yeah, that's the best word to describe `er just now, reserved.' he thought.

 

Kouji shuffled off down the hall, unhappy with the way things were between Genrou, Miaka and himself. He knew Genrou loved the miko, and had for a long time. He was afraid that his leader would try and transfer that love over to this Miaka without taking in to account that this Miaka was, in fact, new and different from the one that saved their world.

 

He'd liked the miko pretty well. She was cute in that `kid sister' kind of way when he'd first met her, but after having seen her in Konan during the war with Kutou she seemed less like a little girl and more of a young woman. Even though he knew then that the miko loved Tamahome, he still couldn't help but watch her as she passed or stare at her as she looked lovingly at Tamahome…or her plate.

 

But this new Miaka… `Gods she's a looker! Kinda sad that her hair is all hacked off like she just got sick of it one day and took a blade ta it.' He allowed his mind to wander over his love interest, `She is still damn beautiful. Older than th' miko ta be sure, at least four or five years older if her height and the erm…`proportions of her body' are anythin' ta go by.'

 

He stifled a groan as his thoughts turned to the lush figures of the two Miaka's, ` She's shaped a bit different than th' miko, too. Where the miko is all rounded and soft, still slightly bound by baby fat, Miaka's body is hard an' lean. Toned by th' hard labors a keepin' her men in line and the demands a her job as leader of the bandits in her world as well as bein' a seishi.'

 

There was another thing about her that he didn't get. She was a mix of emotions, a walking contradiction. One moment there wasn't a thing in the world that could shake her and the next she'd be sobbing or brooding quietly like her world just ended. `It almost seems like she has th' mentality of a man with th' tender heart of a woman; not somethin' that c'n be pulled off in an emotional creature like her.'

 

The sounds of the other bandits carousing and making merry with the girls that came up from town to keep them `entertained' snapped him out of his musings. Miaka was waiting for her sake and a handbowl and here he was thinking about things that would get him nowhere. Shaking off his thoughts, he snagged a bottle of `good' sake and a bowl and took off back down the hall, hoping to just give her the stuff and get back to the party without getting trapped in his own head anymore.

 

He knocked and gave his usual speech, kind of hoping she'd ask him why he did it or give him a look or something when he opened the door but she didn't. She just stood there looking for all the world like her heart was broken. He set the sake and bowl down on the floor beside the door and stepped back out of the room. He leaned against the rough wood of the door for a minute trying to decide if he should grab and kiss her till she felt better or just leave her to her sake.

 

Opening the door again he decided to take his chances.

 

He walked over to her, turned her around and kissed her. It wasn't soft like he had wanted it to be; it was hard and rough, demanding. She squeaked at first then she joined in for a minute before pushing against his chest. She looked in to his eyes for a moment, not saying a word then she smiled. A real smile that made him kiss her again.

 

She responded quickly this time, fisting her hands in his hair and holding him close. `Oh yeah…' he thought wrapping his arms around her and pulling her more firmly against his chest. `Gods, she's amazin',' the words flitted through his mind. He frowned a moment later as she loosened her grip on his hair and pushed him away again.

 

“What? Don'tcha like it?” he asked, feeling as if his heart were going to burst out of his chest if it beat much harder.

 

She smiled softly and shook her head. “I did like it, Kouji-san but it isn't the right time. I have my Tasu-chan and until he tells me he doesn't want me anymore I can't be unfaithful to him.” She stepped back and turned to face the window again. “I just want to be alone for awhile, Kouji-san. I want ta have a drink or two and get some sleep. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow when we decide what we're gonna do about Tenkou.”

 

His lips tightened but he nodded and walked out.

 

Oooo

 

She had been nursing a bottle of sake for hours and had finally come to the conclusion that she was drunk, “I needa tak'a piss,” she muttered as she lurched drunkenly to her feet and out in to the hall.

 

After a brief visit to the latrines followed by a quick trip to the kitchens for a snack and another bottle of sake she staggered back to her room only to figure out she had stumbled in to a closet of some sort. “Dem, mussa wanner inta th' wrng r'm ag'n.”

 

Her word slurred as she sang incoherently to herself. Her steps faltered and she fell several times as she opened doors at random before she finally found the chamber that was rightfully hers; the leader's chambers. Pushing the latch down and leaning against the door in hopes of not having to stand much longer, she fell to her knees as the door gave way and swung open, her bottle of sake falling unnoticed from her grasp. A drunken titter escaped her but she stifled the sound behind a hand as she regained her feet and staggered over to her bed, pulling her clothes off as she went.

 

Her chest binding and her drawstring shorts were the only garments that she still wore as she climbed into her bed and lay down. She was surprised to find something warm and smooth next to her but was too far gone to care what it was until that something rolled over and stared at her.

 

“Tas-shan! Ya do lumme and wann'ed `a sleep in m' bed. Goofer you, scoo o'er m'k r'm fer me `a sleep.”

 

“Mi-chan, are you drunk? Wha-?” he got no farther as she flopped over on top of him and kissed him full on the mouth, tenderly delving between his lips.

 

His reaction was instantaneous; arms wound around her, pulling her closer, delighting in the soft skin that pressed so close to his own. Her knees dropped to either side of his hips and her arms snaked around his neck, holding him still, forcing him to keep kissing her.

 

She pulled back and grinned down at him, “Yer awful p'ssive `anight, Tas-shan. Ya d'cide ta lemme take o'er fer once? Don' wannit, like ya agres've. Makes m' feel ya wan' meh.”

 

With a growl Tasuki reversed their positions, rolling her beneath him and taking full possession of her mouth. He fisted her hair in his hands and tugged her head back to grant him access to her neck and chest. His mouth wandered, placing nipping kisses from her ear to her collarbone all the while rocking his hips against hers. The bindings around her chest gave way under experienced fingers, allowing callused hands to shape and mold the twin globes of flesh, tweaking her rosy nipples with fingers and teeth. Enjoying the purring moans that tore from her throat, he worked his mouth lower to just touch the tip of his tongue to the quivering flesh of her belly when the door flung open and an obviously drunken monk stumbled inside.

 

Murmuring apologies as he staggered to a chair, Chichiri owlishly looked over the occupants of the narrow cot as he flopped down and sprawled out. “Idn' tha' kina uncomterble, no da?”

 

Tasuki quickly pulled the blanket up to cover Miaka's naked flesh, “Whadda ya want `Chiri? Can't ya see we're busy?”

 

The monk looked fuzzily at him for a moment, “Oh yesh, wann'ed a tell you tha' K'ji game Mi'ka a bo'le a sake few h'rs ago, no da. Found it inna hall outside a do'r, wanna gim it back t'her. Y'know where she is? She's prolly drunk an' lost…na no da.” A soft snore drifted from the monk, alerting Tasuki to the fact that Chichiri had passed out.

 

Chichiri's words had made him go cold over the woman beneath him. She was drunk and probably had no idea what was going on between them before Chichiri had barged in. It smacked of the night at the inn with his miko; sake had been involved and at first she had had no idea of what he had planned to do to her. She had been too drunk to notice.

 

With a sigh he raised up and looked down at her. She had fallen asleep, legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his neck looking for all the world like she belonged there. He frowned and pulled her off. Getting out of bed and pulling his clothes on, he snagged the sheet off of the bed. Carefully he wrapped her in it, lifted her into his arms and totted her back to her room.

 

As he lay her down on her own bed he couldn't help pressing one last kiss to her soft lips before standing up and stalking out of the room. He didn't hear the words that were whispered as the door closed.

 

“…love m' Tas'ki…”

 

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So, things ended up being a bit spicy, ne? Well, I hope you guys liked it!

 

LOVE!

 

Nikki