Disclaimer: the Fushigi Yuugi characters do not belong to me. Garret, Delika, Satura, Meriso does belong to me.

Miaka got to Taka's apartment after a short stroll. She knocked on the door and waited for Taka to answer it. He opened the door a few minutes later. "Hey Miaka." He greeted her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Miaka smiled at him and entered the apartment. "What are you here for?" Taka asked here. "To see you." Miaka replied. Taka looked at her for a few minutes, she was perched comfortably in a corner of his couch. He really loved her, but lately he wondered if maybe it was as a friend or a little sister. It seemed so funny that after all they'd been through their feeling for one another were starting to dim. Even the best romances fall apart sometimes he knew. Taka knew he didn't love Miaka the way he should. He gave a sigh and looked at her. "Miaka?" he asked quietly. "What is it Taka?" "We need to talk."

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"Looks like events are starting to move them" Satura murmured, staring at the small scrying pool in her workshop. "Let's see how the travelers are doing." She focused her magic on a different picture, her hands lighting up with a blue-green aura. The picture shifted to show two figures walking down a path in the forest. "There." She said, focusing on the new picture.

*****

"Come on Tasuki no da!" Chichiri called back cheerfully to grumbling and swearing traveling companion. Tasuki swore under his breath and paused for a brief moment to rub his aching feet. What the ^%&$ are we doing walking to the most distant part of Konan anyways?!" he asked. The monk just plodded on before answering. "Because some strange forces are stirring no da." "What sort of forces?" The bandit asked. "The most I can tell is that it has something to do with Miaka." "You mean we might see her again?" Tasuki's question sounded just a little to eager to the monk's sharp ears. "Maybe." He replied. After that they both became silent.

*****

The agile figure moved soundlessly over the rooftops. Night had fallen over the countryside. Up ahead he could make out the huge looming shadow of Rosethorn's main house. She'd be asleep by now. He thought to himself. He slunk through the shadows until he came to a certain window. He then climbed soundlessly up the ivy that clung to the wall. He made his way up to the window and over the sill. The figure let his eyes adjust to the dark before looking around. He spotted the figure sleeping on the bed. He went over to her and… "BOO!" "AHHH!" Satura jerked awake, looking around. She finally noticed the fiercely grinning figure next to her bed. "Garret!" She exclaimed. "Why did you have to do that?" "Because its so much more fun to wake you up this way old friend." Garret replied. Satura could only smile and shake her head.

Garret had been doing things like this since they were small. She smiled as she remembered the day they met. Garret's father had just become the new musician to Rosethorn manor. Her own father and his quickly became good friends, despite the class differences. Satura's family had always been proud of the fact that many of their friends were from all classes and walks of life. She chuckled as she thought of the strange brother and sister-in-laws she had. A gypsy, Cloth merchant, soldier, and water mage. All beneath her station in life. But despite all, her parents and family had welcomed them with love. As a matter of fact, she was rather fond of her brother-in-law, Narik, the gypsy. He always had wonderful stories to tell. Her father often said that he didn't care what class they came from, so long as the two people involved loved each other. Her two oldest siblings had made respectable marriages. So things weren't a total loss.

Satura's mind switched to another event. She had been fifteen when it happened. Garret had moved. His father finally had enough money to open the music shop he'd always wanted. Luckily he'd opened it in the local town. So her friendship with Garret had continued and over the years she had fallen in love with him. She said nothing for fear of a ruined friendship.

Garret stared at the woman he loved, her red-gold hair and emerald eyes. He pushed back the hood to his cloak. His brown wavy hair reached his shoulders. His dark blue eyes twinkled with mischief. "Well, what are you here for?" the mage asked. "Just wanted to know how you're doing in that search of yours." He replied. Satura smiled. Well I've already…"

*****

"FINE!! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" Miaka screamed at Taka. "If that's the way you're going to be then just get out!" Taka screamed back. Miaka gave a huge sob and ran from the apartment and didn't stop until she had reached home. Pulling her keys from her purse and opening the door, she went inside and dashed to her room, slamming the door shut. The girl threw herself down on her bed, huge sobs wracking her body. Why? Why did it end this way? I thought-I thought we were supposed to be together forever. Nothing was supposed to tear us apart. Instead we ended up tearing each other apart. She thought to herself, still crying. She looked up to realize that there wasn't any sound in the apartment. Keisuke and Mom must be out. Just as well, I don't feel like talking to them anyways.

A sound like a chime filled the air. Miaka stopped crying and looked around. She then noticed a small plain brown package on her desk that hadn't been there before. Miaka got up and went over to it. She looked it over and found no marking on it to give a hint as to where it had come from. The miko cautiously tore off the paper and found a carved wooden box in it. The runes carved into the polished surface looked nothing like anything she had seen before. She opened it carefully, as if a bomb might be inside, and found to her surprise a ruby and amethyst pendant in the shape of a strange rune, that matched the ones on the box. Miaka was starting to examine the strange piece of jewelry, when a red glow started to come from it. The light became so intense that it forced her to close her eyes against it. What's happening? She thought, as she left her world. Suzaku?

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Tasuki and Chichiri were sitting by a stream relaxing, when Chichiri suddenly looked up. "Da? What's that na no da?" Tasuki looked up to see a familiar red light, Suzaku's light. "What's tha-" WHAM! Both seishi found themselves flattened by a sudden weight. "OOOFFF!" the flattened duo exclaimed. "EEEEEE! What happened?!" A feminine exclaimed. The two seishi both raised their heads up to meet astonished green eyes. "Miaka?!' they cried in disbelief. Both of them scrambled to their feet dumping the miko to the ground. "Owwwww!" Miaka moaned, rubbing her backside while standing. "Miaka!" Miaka found herself being bear hugged by a redheaded nineteen year old. "Tasuki!" she said, hugging him back. She let go of him to run over and hug a surprised Chichri. The monk hugged her back, not as hard as Tasuki though. "Miaka-chan, what are you doing here?" He asked, letting her go.

"I don't know. I found this weird pendent in my room." She held it up. Both men examined it but were as clueless about its origins as Miaka. "Suzaku's red light appeared, I was falling, landed on you two and found myself here." The girl finished. "Where's Taka?" Tasuki asked. Miaka's face became a mixture of sorrow and anger. "Back on Earth." She replied, as calmly as possible. "Why is there and not here?" Tasuki pressed. "Probably because we broke up." Miaka said with uncharacteristic bitterness. "WHAT?" The seishi exclaimed. "Yes. We broke up. We kept getting into fights and it finally ended with us yelling and screaming at each other." Miaka said. Chichiri put a hand on her shoulder. "These things sometimes happen, Miaka. Fate sometimes has its reasons for doing things." He said quietly. Miaka gave him a shaky smile. "I know, its just that-" She was cut short as a swirl of blue-green light surrounded the trio. They found they couldn't move as an intense light forced them to close their eyes. What's happening to us? Was Tasuki's last thought before the light engulfed them.

*****

Satura watched as a spell opened a portal in the air up above her. Three figures fell came through and landed in a heap on the floor with Tasuki on the bottom. "GET OFF OF ME!" he screamed. Miaka and Chichiri scrambled off of him, to stand and look around them. Tasuki stood up and finally spotted Satura. "Who the hell are you?" he asked coldly. "I am Lady Satura Mel'si. Don't worry I didn't bring you hear to hurt you." She said. "Then why are we here?" Miaka asked. A desperate and pleading look came into the mage's eyes. "I need your help. My realm, my home is in danger." She answered. The three just looked at each other.