Started: 4/26/2005
Finished: 6/9/2005
Posted: 6/9/2005
Words: 350
Quote of the week: "You know you're stressed if you can hear mimes." – Anonymous
A/N: My English teacher thinks it is amusing to throw random journal topics at us at his convenience… This one happened to be "Write a short story over the topic: Don't cry over things you cannot change." Well, since it so happens that I happened to be really bored, I decided to start another fanfic. At least it's just a one-shot…
Disclaimer: Fushigi Yugi is nowhere in my grasp, nor will it ever be.
He hated girls. At least, that's what he'd always told himself and those around him. He had grown up in a household of women: five older sisters and a pushover for a mother. So he left his home and became adopted by the Reikakuzan mountain bandits. Everything was fine until he met her. The Priestess of Suzaku. Miaka.
She confused him with her naiveté. She baffled him with her lust for food. She surprised him with her inner strength. In short, she made him fall in love with her. And she didn't even know it. He wasn't surprised about that. After all, what was she supposed to do if she knew? She had Tamahome, and Hotohori. Even Nuriko, with his feminine wiles, loved the young Priestess. Did he expect her to forget about Tamahome and the others and fall head-over-heels in love with him?
That in itself was highly amusing, and thoroughly depressing.
At first, he thought she was a loud, gluttonous, immature child. As he traveled with her, he realized that she was very mature and she handled difficult situations well, albeit sometimes dangerously. He found that he looked forward to her morning ritual of stuffing her face at breakfast, or any other meals, and he often snuck her little tidbits of food here and there. She would never realize the fathoms of love he had inside of his heart just for her and her alone.
When he fought for his life against Tamahome and Nakago, a glimmer of hope had sparked for a chance to be with the young Priestess. It was quickly doused when both Hotohori and Tamahome fought for her love. He quickly came to the conclusion that she was beyond his reach, and always would be.
So he watched her from a distance, keeping his hidden feelings from everyone. He teased and taunted her, as was normal, watched over her, as a guardian, and loved her, in secret. He knew he could not change her feelings. Knew it in every fiber of his being. Don't cry over things you can't change.
And yet, he did.
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