Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ New Paths ❯ Chapter 3
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By: animedemon91 
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 414 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 414 | Status: Completed
~Chapter 3~
Disclaimer:….*insert disclaimer here..again. >.<*
Okashi: And on with the next chapter! ^_^
~*~*~*~*~From previous chapter~*~*~*~*~
Tasuki was shocked. “Miaka, what’s wrong?! What happened to ya?” The concern in his voice did not go unnoticed, which made her cry even more. Tasuki looked confused as to what to do, but his eyes softened and he rubbed her back gently, as if it would comfort her. “Shh…”
Chichiri took off his mask, revealing the worried look in his eye as he walked towards Tasuki and Miaka. Being a monk, one of the things he was taught was to not jump to conclusions. However, he couldn’t help certain questions run through his mind. Why was Miaka here? What happened to her during her stay in her world? Where was Taka? He recognized the emotional anguish and pain that was clearly written on the Miko’s face, only knowing too well of the same emotions that were once on his face. He remembered clearly of his reaction when Houki drowned; he had lost a friend. Not to mention his love…Kourin…He silently watched Tasuki try to stop Miaka’s crying, when it hit him.
And suddenly, the blue-haired man wished he didn’t know what happened.
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Chichiri suddenly felt overwhelmed by the questions that relentlessly attacked his mind and conscious, but a small voice told him that those would have to be answered later. For now, his only concern should be on their Priestess’s well being. With that, he kneeled next to the ex-bandit, only his eye softening as if unveiling his own thoughts of his former friend, Taka. “Miaka, no da…”
The young woman grew quiet, lifting her head from its resting place on Tasuki’s shoulder. Anyone could have taken a glance at her and be startled at the brown orbs etched with anguish, but the monk’s gaze was unwavering. Miaka was only dimly aware of the salt rivers that flowed down her cheeks, for Chichiri’s reflecting expression got her attention.
Tasuki was at a loss at what to do. He felt that he was never really good at comforting others, which frustrated him to no end, especially now, when she needed them the most. He noticed the silence that filled the room, the quiet atmosphere that held all the questions to the incident earlier on. But, as soon as Miaka spoke, the questions disappeared, if only temporarily.
“He’s…gone. Taka…he was killed, and he’s…gone.”
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A splash of cool water onto a tanned face normally would have felt refreshing and stimulating, but it did nothing to wash away the rampant thoughts and the mournful outlook that took a hold on his façade. Flame-colored hair swayed for a moment in the slight breeze, then stilled as Tasuki side-glanced at a sleeping Miaka.
He felt a great sympathy towards the young woman, for he had learned how it feels to lose a loved one. The Suzaku no Miko cried herself to sleep, her sobs turning to soft weeping, then eventually silence altogether. She felt comforted only by the notion of two arms embracing her as she slept. Tasuki kept a watchful eye on her as she slept, while Chichiri left on a short journey to discuss something with Taiits-kun.
He stayed next to the Priestess, holding her as if to protect her, but also holding her in a gentle manner. He never once shifted or changed position while embracing Miaka, fearing she would wake, and instead stayed unmoving and silent while she slept. A low throbbing pain slowly made its way in his back and neck, because of the odd angle that he sat, but he tried to ignore it.
The dull pain slowly intensified, forcing him to make a decision. Should he stay where he is, or should he leave Miaka for a few moments and stretch? Another stinging pain hit him, and made his decision for him. He carefully lifted Miaka out of his lap and laid her in the protective shade of a tree, then stood up and stretched. His muscles groaned with the lack of movement and use, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a lake.
He eyed the clear water in a lake enviously, then went over to the pool of water and splashed water on his face. He glanced at his reflection in the clear liquid, only to see a stranger with a saddened expression. Tamahome…Taka…he was gone now. For some reason, the idea couldn’t sink into his head, but his face still echoed a sorrowful feeling. His best friend…he hadn’t seen him for such a long time, almost three years. Tasuki blinked quickly a few times, his intense eyes holding back the traces of tears. “Dammit!” He couldn’t cry now! “Miaka needs me…and it ain’t the time to go all crybaby on everyone!”
A soft whimper interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to see Miaka, still asleep, battling inner turmoil and horrific nightmares. He appeared at her side in an instant, lifting the seemingly light woman into his lap, whispering soft words of comfort and reassurance in her ear. After a few moments, her cries of fear subsided, and her eyes fluttered open. “..Where…am I?” It took her a few seconds to register what had happened, but tears refused to fall. She was exhausted from crying; she used all of her tears up already.
Yet Tasuki still caught the pain and heaviness of heart that were vivid in the priestess’s eyes.
“Mi-chan, you’re in Konan.” He paused. “What happened t’ Taka?”
Miaka looked up at the youngest of the Suzaku warriors. “He was hurt…in a car accident. He didn’t make it…” Her voice started to waver slightly. “I-It was bad, Tasuki! He didn’t even do anything wrong!! So why was he the one to…” She trailed off, hanging her head sadly, words leaving her lips in a whisper. “We didn’t even see each other that day…I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye…”
Tasuki only held her closer with a protective gaze. Kami…Miaka was going through hell right now…why would this happen to her, of all people?! After fighting Nakago and all other obstacles to be with Taka, why did this happen? Her love was taken away from her… Tasuki’s gaze narrowed, his hands straining against the instinct to clench into fists and release his emotions at the tree.
An hour passed before the silence was broken.
“….Tasuki?” A worried voice interrupted his train of thoughts. “Daijoubu desu ka?”
“Hai, I suppose..” A question came to mind to get both of their minds off of Taka’s death. “What’s a…kuruma’?”
“It’s…well, almost like a…” She stopped. How would she explain something so…simple, yet complicated? “It’s something people sit in to travel to places, like work and school.”
A confused face resulted. “So, it’s one of those things where those four guys carry Hotohori around with?”
A small smile tugged at the corners of the priestess’s lips. “Sort of, only it moves by itself. It has four wheels…round devices that allow it to roll on the ground.”
Apparently, Tasuki’s confused face became even more confused, for Miaka couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.
“What? It ain’t my fault that yer ‘kuruma’ is so strange!”
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Hours later found them both nestled underneath the same tree that overlooked the lake. Chichiri had told Tasuki to stay there with Miaka until he came back from talking to Taiits-kun, and he did just that.
He leaned against the tree, taking in all that had happened. Within that time, his heart felt as if it had taken a leap into an ice-cold ocean. Taka had died…and Miaka was here to stay. For how long, he wasn’t sure. But he was determined to help Miaka through this…
A flurry of movement caught his eye. The Miko slipped from his grasp while he was in thought, her body now resting on the soft blades of grass. Her attire, holding no real warmth, forced her to curl into a fetus position and shiver. A yellow, long-sleeved top was taken off and put on her, halting her shivering. Ignoring the stinging needles of the cold, Tasuki pulled her into his embrace and sheltered her from the slightly chilled wind of the oncoming night.
“Tasuki…are you there, no da?” A whisper echoed.
“Mmngh... Yeah. ‘Chiri, where are ya?” He blinked groggily, eyes adjusting to his dark surroundings.
Tasuki heard a rustling of the grass near him, and he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Here, no da!” The blue-haired monk whispered enthusiastically. Chichiri sat down next to the ex-bandit, taking notice of Miaka’s red, swollen eyes and her calm breathing.
“So, what did ya talk about with the old hag?”
He glanced at Miaka to make sure she was sleeping. “…Tasuki…I have reason to believe that, from what Taiits-kun told me, Taka’s death...was not purely accidental…”
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Tasuki: EH?!?! *reads it again*
Okashi: Yeah…about that…*sweatdrops and laughs nervously* ^^;;;
OOC Mitsukake: BWAHAHAHAHA!!! A CLIFFIE!!!
Tasuki and Okashi: …………………………̷ 0;…………………o_o
Okashi: Anyways…Please review! And I’m sorry for not updating sooner….*glares at the evil AP book* Evil has prevented me from triumphing over fanfic updates. BUT NO MORE AP STUDYING TO DO! HA!
Disclaimer:….*insert disclaimer here..again. >.<*
Okashi: And on with the next chapter! ^_^
~*~*~*~*~From previous chapter~*~*~*~*~
Tasuki was shocked. “Miaka, what’s wrong?! What happened to ya?” The concern in his voice did not go unnoticed, which made her cry even more. Tasuki looked confused as to what to do, but his eyes softened and he rubbed her back gently, as if it would comfort her. “Shh…”
Chichiri took off his mask, revealing the worried look in his eye as he walked towards Tasuki and Miaka. Being a monk, one of the things he was taught was to not jump to conclusions. However, he couldn’t help certain questions run through his mind. Why was Miaka here? What happened to her during her stay in her world? Where was Taka? He recognized the emotional anguish and pain that was clearly written on the Miko’s face, only knowing too well of the same emotions that were once on his face. He remembered clearly of his reaction when Houki drowned; he had lost a friend. Not to mention his love…Kourin…He silently watched Tasuki try to stop Miaka’s crying, when it hit him.
And suddenly, the blue-haired man wished he didn’t know what happened.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chichiri suddenly felt overwhelmed by the questions that relentlessly attacked his mind and conscious, but a small voice told him that those would have to be answered later. For now, his only concern should be on their Priestess’s well being. With that, he kneeled next to the ex-bandit, only his eye softening as if unveiling his own thoughts of his former friend, Taka. “Miaka, no da…”
The young woman grew quiet, lifting her head from its resting place on Tasuki’s shoulder. Anyone could have taken a glance at her and be startled at the brown orbs etched with anguish, but the monk’s gaze was unwavering. Miaka was only dimly aware of the salt rivers that flowed down her cheeks, for Chichiri’s reflecting expression got her attention.
Tasuki was at a loss at what to do. He felt that he was never really good at comforting others, which frustrated him to no end, especially now, when she needed them the most. He noticed the silence that filled the room, the quiet atmosphere that held all the questions to the incident earlier on. But, as soon as Miaka spoke, the questions disappeared, if only temporarily.
“He’s…gone. Taka…he was killed, and he’s…gone.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A splash of cool water onto a tanned face normally would have felt refreshing and stimulating, but it did nothing to wash away the rampant thoughts and the mournful outlook that took a hold on his façade. Flame-colored hair swayed for a moment in the slight breeze, then stilled as Tasuki side-glanced at a sleeping Miaka.
He felt a great sympathy towards the young woman, for he had learned how it feels to lose a loved one. The Suzaku no Miko cried herself to sleep, her sobs turning to soft weeping, then eventually silence altogether. She felt comforted only by the notion of two arms embracing her as she slept. Tasuki kept a watchful eye on her as she slept, while Chichiri left on a short journey to discuss something with Taiits-kun.
He stayed next to the Priestess, holding her as if to protect her, but also holding her in a gentle manner. He never once shifted or changed position while embracing Miaka, fearing she would wake, and instead stayed unmoving and silent while she slept. A low throbbing pain slowly made its way in his back and neck, because of the odd angle that he sat, but he tried to ignore it.
The dull pain slowly intensified, forcing him to make a decision. Should he stay where he is, or should he leave Miaka for a few moments and stretch? Another stinging pain hit him, and made his decision for him. He carefully lifted Miaka out of his lap and laid her in the protective shade of a tree, then stood up and stretched. His muscles groaned with the lack of movement and use, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a lake.
He eyed the clear water in a lake enviously, then went over to the pool of water and splashed water on his face. He glanced at his reflection in the clear liquid, only to see a stranger with a saddened expression. Tamahome…Taka…he was gone now. For some reason, the idea couldn’t sink into his head, but his face still echoed a sorrowful feeling. His best friend…he hadn’t seen him for such a long time, almost three years. Tasuki blinked quickly a few times, his intense eyes holding back the traces of tears. “Dammit!” He couldn’t cry now! “Miaka needs me…and it ain’t the time to go all crybaby on everyone!”
A soft whimper interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to see Miaka, still asleep, battling inner turmoil and horrific nightmares. He appeared at her side in an instant, lifting the seemingly light woman into his lap, whispering soft words of comfort and reassurance in her ear. After a few moments, her cries of fear subsided, and her eyes fluttered open. “..Where…am I?” It took her a few seconds to register what had happened, but tears refused to fall. She was exhausted from crying; she used all of her tears up already.
Yet Tasuki still caught the pain and heaviness of heart that were vivid in the priestess’s eyes.
“Mi-chan, you’re in Konan.” He paused. “What happened t’ Taka?”
Miaka looked up at the youngest of the Suzaku warriors. “He was hurt…in a car accident. He didn’t make it…” Her voice started to waver slightly. “I-It was bad, Tasuki! He didn’t even do anything wrong!! So why was he the one to…” She trailed off, hanging her head sadly, words leaving her lips in a whisper. “We didn’t even see each other that day…I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye…”
Tasuki only held her closer with a protective gaze. Kami…Miaka was going through hell right now…why would this happen to her, of all people?! After fighting Nakago and all other obstacles to be with Taka, why did this happen? Her love was taken away from her… Tasuki’s gaze narrowed, his hands straining against the instinct to clench into fists and release his emotions at the tree.
An hour passed before the silence was broken.
“….Tasuki?” A worried voice interrupted his train of thoughts. “Daijoubu desu ka?”
“Hai, I suppose..” A question came to mind to get both of their minds off of Taka’s death. “What’s a…kuruma’?”
“It’s…well, almost like a…” She stopped. How would she explain something so…simple, yet complicated? “It’s something people sit in to travel to places, like work and school.”
A confused face resulted. “So, it’s one of those things where those four guys carry Hotohori around with?”
A small smile tugged at the corners of the priestess’s lips. “Sort of, only it moves by itself. It has four wheels…round devices that allow it to roll on the ground.”
Apparently, Tasuki’s confused face became even more confused, for Miaka couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.
“What? It ain’t my fault that yer ‘kuruma’ is so strange!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hours later found them both nestled underneath the same tree that overlooked the lake. Chichiri had told Tasuki to stay there with Miaka until he came back from talking to Taiits-kun, and he did just that.
He leaned against the tree, taking in all that had happened. Within that time, his heart felt as if it had taken a leap into an ice-cold ocean. Taka had died…and Miaka was here to stay. For how long, he wasn’t sure. But he was determined to help Miaka through this…
A flurry of movement caught his eye. The Miko slipped from his grasp while he was in thought, her body now resting on the soft blades of grass. Her attire, holding no real warmth, forced her to curl into a fetus position and shiver. A yellow, long-sleeved top was taken off and put on her, halting her shivering. Ignoring the stinging needles of the cold, Tasuki pulled her into his embrace and sheltered her from the slightly chilled wind of the oncoming night.
“Tasuki…are you there, no da?” A whisper echoed.
“Mmngh... Yeah. ‘Chiri, where are ya?” He blinked groggily, eyes adjusting to his dark surroundings.
Tasuki heard a rustling of the grass near him, and he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Here, no da!” The blue-haired monk whispered enthusiastically. Chichiri sat down next to the ex-bandit, taking notice of Miaka’s red, swollen eyes and her calm breathing.
“So, what did ya talk about with the old hag?”
He glanced at Miaka to make sure she was sleeping. “…Tasuki…I have reason to believe that, from what Taiits-kun told me, Taka’s death...was not purely accidental…”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tasuki: EH?!?! *reads it again*
Okashi: Yeah…about that…*sweatdrops and laughs nervously* ^^;;;
OOC Mitsukake: BWAHAHAHAHA!!! A CLIFFIE!!!
Tasuki and Okashi: …………………………̷ 0;…………………o_o
Okashi: Anyways…Please review! And I’m sorry for not updating sooner….*glares at the evil AP book* Evil has prevented me from triumphing over fanfic updates. BUT NO MORE AP STUDYING TO DO! HA!