Too Many Mikos
By: Arysa
Chapter 1: Strange Strangers
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"Well," thought Arysa, "I bet Tamahome would never keep Miaka waiting for a date!"
Arysa was reading her favorite manga, Fushigi Yuugi, while killing time waiting for her boyfriend Terry to pick her up for a date. She was dressed to kill in a black mini that her best friend Ayn had helped find. To make Terry happy, she had matched it with her Yellow Happy Face backpack that he had given her for Christmas. The opposition between her lacy pink Victoria secret panty set, her dragon ring and the backpack made her smile.
Arysa stopped thinking about Terry as she slowly felt herself become more absorbed by the story. She had reached the part where Tamahome, Hotohori and Nuriko were giving Miaka their Chi to help her go home. Arysa never understood this part because if she were Miaka she wouldn't leave Tamahome alone for an instant! In her opinion, Tamahome was by far the best-looking Seishi ever and Miaka was a dumb fuck.
Arysa opened her eyes and found she was staring into Tamahome's beautiful blue ones. "Wow", she said, "I think I've lost my mind."
She looked up and could see Tamahome and Hotohori across a large hallway. Nuriko was sitting very primly on a chair just to her right and a very ugly lady was fast approaching.
"Taitsukun!" Arysa exclaimed.
"Keep quiet." Taitsukun ordered and pulled Arysa into a little side room. The room was dark, save for a red light seeping away from the bird like headboard of the only object in the room, a bed.
With a wave of Taistsukun's hand, the room was filled with light and Arysa could see that the bird on the headboard looked an awful lot like the drawing of Suzaku on the cover of her Fushigi Yuuigi manga. Taitsukun made a few motions with her right hand and a mirror appeared directly in front of Arysa.
"Oh my God!" Arysa screamed, "I'm Miaka!" and with that, fainted. The bed, of it's own accord, moved slightly to catch her.
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Ayn had been having a bad day, and for some reason her best friend Arysa wasn't answering her cell phone.
"Damn," swore Ayn, "she's probably out with Terry. I wish I had someone to go out with…especially if it was Chichiri!" she giggled to herself.
A rude "Shhh!" from the student next to her jolted her back to reality. Unfortunately for Ayn, reality meant a sprained ankle and looking up references for her thesis in the library on a Friday night.
Ayn leaned her chair back, and from the corner of her eye she saw a streak of movement dash into the private collection room. She grabbed her book bag and yellow jacket and headed for the light. As a masters student, she was one of a select few who had access to this room, so anyone who was caught trespassing here would have to face her. She was in bad enough mood to hit the first and ask questions later.
After all, she reasoned, as long as I don't punch him with my fist with the dragon ring that Arysa got me, it should be OK. A loud noise turned her head sharply to the right.
Ayn had never gone into the room off to the right of the private collection. Most of the stuff in that section was about ancient literature and her thesis was on genetics. Today, however, she had had enough of genetics and went to investigate the noise.
In the dark Ayn tripped on a book. She reached for the light switch and read the title of the book " The Universe of the Four Gods".
"Hey", she thought, "maybe there are more pictures of Chichiri in here!" she laughed and opened the book. Around her the library quietly faded away and was replaced by forest and the bubbling of a stream.
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"Whew, that was a strange dream." Thought Arysa, as she groggily strained to wake up. "I bet Terry's still not here for our date, I'd better call him." She opened her eyes and once again found herself looking into Tamahome's face.
"Miaka, are you all right?" Tamahome asked. He pulled the hair from Arysa/Miaka's face and stroked her cheek. He had no shirt on and was hunched beside the bed on a little stool.
Arysa decided that if this was a dream she was surely going to make the most of it. After all, if her best friend Ayn could fantasize about Chichiri (Chichiri, why?), she might as well have some fun with the gorgeous Tamahome.
Arysa reached for the hand stroking her cheek and kissed the palm. Tamahome smiled his encouragement. She turned his hand over and kissed the tip of each finger in turn, than took his thumb into his mouth and gave it a little bite. Tamahome's breath caught in his throat. Further encouraged, she kissed his wrist and dragged her fingernails up his muscular arms, locked her hands behind his neck and brought him down for a kiss.
His lips were so soft, he tasted like honey and smelt of the woods. Some of his hair escaped his braid and fell around Arysa like a shroud until all was in darkness. Their tongues met and tangled as Arysa ran her hands all over Tamahome's upper body, as she had always wanted. Without leaving her lips Tamahome crawled into bed with her and held her even closer. It was glorious to feel his body stretched out beside her own, especially since she knew that Tamahome was acutely aware of the fact that she was still naked.
'Who cares if I'm crazy," thought Arysa, "this is the best dream I've ever had!" She held Tamahome tightly and their kisses grew more intense. She could feel Tamahome enjoying these new sensations and his breathing grew heavy. Then, Tamahome was ripped from her arms and thrown across the room.
"Nuriko!" growled Tamahome, "what are you doing?"
Nuriko slapped her. "Miaka is gentle, and the only friend I've known since my sister Korin! I will not hear her spoken of in that manner."
Taitsukun shook her head and continued, "… as I was saying, you share many qualities with Miaka, you both feel an intense attraction for Tamahome, you're both reasonably intelligent klutzes. You're loyal and, as Nuriko said, can be gentle. However, you have replaced Miaka for a time because she needs to gain space, and you have not met a problem that you could not resolve."
Arysa rubbed her cheek where Nuriko had hit her and sighed, since when does being smart get her hot men? She laughed and hugged herself. Who said Ayn could be the only one with imaginative hot dreams about Fushigi Yuuigi characters? Wait till Arysa told her about this one, it was a doozy!
Taitsukun turned to face Nuriko, "Nuriko, please help Arysa be Miaka. It is unfortunate that you found out so soon but we cannot let our enemies know that the real Suzaku no Miko is not here or else they would attack." Then, Taitsukun turned to Arysa, "As you are now Miaka you must watch your behavior constantly, especially with Tamahome. Do not be so aggressive; remember Miaka is a virgin. He is fated to love her for eternity not you, so be careful."
Well, Arysa wasn't having such a good time anymore, her cheek stung and she was hungry. Taitsukun's words slowly sunk into her head and she realized that she might not even get lucky in this dream. That didn't seem fair at all! It especially was not fair when she realized her job was just to gather all the Seishi and than leave with nothing. What was the point?
Nuriko looked down at Arysa/Miaka and noticed how upset she was. Her heart went out to this new Miaka as she was stuck in a strange world with no friends, and had to hide her true self from her companions. Nuriko knew a lot about how painful it was to hide. Also, her situation with Tamahome mirrored his situation with Hotohori. Nuriko decided she would do her best to help the substitute Miko accomplish her task. At his decision, Nuriko's mark of Suzaku gave out a red light and the two were bathed in a soft warm glow.
Taitsukun smiled wide at the red light enveloping the two new comrades. Her lips grew until they hid her body and she disappeared from sight.
"Come Miaka … uhmmm, Arysa? Get dressed and we'll get breakfast." ordered Nuriko.
"Thanks Nuriko." said Arysa dejectedly, "but I'm too depressed to eat."
"You will eat," said Nuriko, "remember Miaka eats lots all the time."
"I just…. I just don't think I can do this." Arysa mumbled as she shrugged on what looked to be schoolgirls uniform. She decided not to put on the vest and jacket, and instead knotted the shirt high in front. The blue bow tie was unraveled and used to tie her hair back in a high ponytail. Now, if only she had her original body she would be the perfect cheerleader with blond hair and big boobs.
Nuriko looked at Miaka and laughed. He untied Miaka's shirt and tucked it into her skirt. The vest and jacket were folded and hid in his tunic. "You can do this. I'll help you." swore Nuriko, as he bent down and hugged the confused girl.
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Ayn looked around, aghast at her new surroundings. Who would have ever believed that the Fushigi Yuugi story could happen for real? Who was she in the story: Miaka or Yui? She quickly hobbled to the riverside and checked her reflection in the water.
"Well," she said relieved, "at least I still look like myself!" She admired her reflection, with short blonde hair and strong features she was quite attractive, which, thinking back to what happened to Yui when she arrived in this world, might not be such a good idea. Thinking fast she took the tensor bandage from her sprained ankle and wrapped it around her chest. Like Arysa, she was well endowed but with her baggy jacket and short hair she might just pass for a guy.
It seemed around mid-afternoon; she found a nice shady spot underneath a tree and leaned against it trying to hide herself from passers by. She may have dozed, as when she opened her eyes it was early evening and there was a man with blue hair having a swim in the river right in front of her.
He was laughing softly to himself, as Ayn is want to do on occasion. His hair wasn't long, but spiky. Ayn looked to the riverbank and saw the man's clothes and staff.
"Sweet!" exclaimed Ayn; "it's Chichiri…. Swimming … in the nude!" Ayn silently thanked her lucky stars for sending her such a good dream.
She watched his slim body cut the water silently. He swam away from the bank of the river where Ayn waited to the other side. Ayn had a great view of his strong wide back. Chichiri wasn't built like the other Seishi but all his movements betrayed a sense of intelligence and self-assurance that Ayn found most attractive. She blinked and much to her disappointment, Chichiri stood fully clothed in front of her.
"Da, yahdda blah maughj blah?" asked Chichiri.
"Shit." said Ayn. "Damn, why didn't I learn Japanese when I had the chance?"
Chichiri pointed to himself and said "Chichiri"; he then tapped Ayn on the shoulder and said, "Shit?"
Ayn laughed, thought at lightning speed for a male Japanese
name and said "Mamoru" and groaned. She
really thought that she would have to do something about that Sailor Moon
obsession…
Chichiri made a few circular motions with his staff, a red
ball was created in his hands and he threw it at Ayn. Ayn tried to duck but ended up knocking herself hard against
the tree on which she was leaning. The
world faded to black.
To be continued ...