Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ The Plan ( Chapter 1 )

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Silent Messiah

Cold as Ice

"That's it! One failure is one too many! I've had enough of you, Soi!" Nakago bellowed. "Get out of my sight! Get out before I change my mind and end your pathetic excuse for a life."

"But, Nakago . . . "

"I SAID 'GET OUT'!!"

Soi quickly gathered the remainder of her clothing and ran out of Nakago's tent into the freezing Hokkan country air. She shivered as the wind whipped around her partially covered body. She knew Nakago was furious with her. She had failed to destroy the Suzaku on the boat and had in fact caused them to reach Hokkan more quickly than had she not interfered at all.

"I must regain Nakago's favor. The Suzaku will pay dearly for this!" she screamed into the wind.

A hand touched her shoulder lightly causing her to jolt. Reflexively she grabbed the hand and twisted it behind the back of her "assailant."

"OW! Let go Soi! You're gonna break my arm!"Suboshi cried out in pain.

"You should know better than to sneak up behind me!"



"Sheesh. I was just bringing you a coat," he said looking away as if only now noticing that she was nearly naked. "Here," he said thrusting the coat to her still averting his eyes.

Soi took the offered coat and wrapped it around her.

"I ummm . . . heard about what happened on the ship. I bet Nakago is pretty peeved." Suboshi said trying to make conversation. However, Soi only stood, the wind whipping her red hair around her face. " Maybe we're going about this wrong. There's got to be something. Those Suzaku have to pay for what they did to my Aniki."

Soi perked up. "Suboshi, you're BRILLIANT!" she exclaimed kissing him. "Why didn't we think of it before!?"

Suboshi blushed deeply. "Huh? I am? ...Think of what?"

"Every time we've attacked the Suzaku we've done it one at a time. I've got a plan and if you'll help me, we might just be able to pull this off."

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Miaka watched as Tamahome talked to the boy he had saved. 'He looks so happy with that boy. It's no wonder that his family loved him so much. I still can't believe they're gone,' she thought brushing a stray tear from her cheek before approaching her beloved.

"Tamahome?" she called.

"Miaka," he replied. "I thought you would be back in the Village with the others."

" I had to come see you. "

" You shouldn't be out here. It's cold. If something ever happened to you, I'd never forgive myself. I don't ever want to lose you."

"You won't Tamahome." Miaka said as Tamahome wrapped his arms around her. She knew they shouldn't do this. Tai Itsikun had told her they must never be intimate or she could never call on Suzaku.

The two lovers were so wrapped up in each other they didn't notice the forest around them had grown quiet. They continued to hold each other eyes closed as if they were the only ones in the world. Miaka wished she could remain in Tamahome's arms forever.

Suddenly, a crack of lightning lit the evening sky even though there was not a cloud in sight. Miaka jumped clinging onto Tamahome. "Wh . . . what was that?"

"I don't know but we better get back to the camp," Tamahome replied. 'I have a bad feeling about this' he thought.

The couple started walking swiftly when another crack of lightning struck a nearby tree causing it to fall directly toward the couple.

"MIAKA LOOK OUT!!!!!" Tamahome shouts shoving the Miko who stood frozen in fear as the tree fell toward her. Tamahome barely gets out of the way before the tree falls in between them. The tree was so large around neither could see the other.







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"TAMAHOME!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! TAMA . . . "she shouts being cut off abruptly by a cloth-covered hand. The cloth had a funny smell to it. She looked back to the owner of the hand.

"Well hello there Suzaku no Miko . . . looks like I'll have my revenge for Aniki after all." Suboshi replied holding tight to the struggling Miko. "Have a nice nap."

Miaka tries desperately to get away but the cloth over her mouth and nose held some sort of sleeping potion. Her strength ebbed away until she blacked out. The last thing she saw was the face of the Seiryuu Seishi Suboshi.

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Tamahome struggled to get up. A sharp pain in his leg causes his attempts to stop. He looks behind him finding his leg pinned under one of the larger branches. 'I've got to get up. Miaka. Is she all right? Damn if Nuriko were here, he could lift this off me with his pinky.'

"My, my look what we have here," a velvety voice called. " And here I thought I'd have a much bigger fight from you. Looks like Nature has helped my task . . . "

Tamahome looked in the direction of the voice his eyes widening as he sees the owner. "Soi . . . "

"Glad to know you remember me Suzaku Seishi. Now, to get what I came for . . . "

'No!' he thought 'Not Miaka! You can't take her! I hope she ran away!'

"MIAKA RUN GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!"

"Oh but that's not what, or should I say WHO, I came for," she smirkingly replied as she neared the struggling Seishi. She took the sleeping potion-covered cloth and tackled Tamahome.

Tamahome's eyes grew even wider as he saw the cloth in her hand. Did she mean to take him back to Yui? NO! He had to fight! He had to get loose! Only a bit further and his leg would be free of the fallen tree.

Soi wrapped her arms around the Suzaku's neck, holding firmly the cloth over his mouth and nose. Tamahome struggled against her but the injury to his leg had already drained some of his strength. 'Miaka . . .'

"Sleep, Tamahome . . . we have a long journey ahead of us," Soi told a now unconscious Tamahome.



To Be Continued . . .