Hey Guys this is my first Fushigi Yuugi Fic so hope ya like it! It's got quite a twist from the normal version so I thought I'd give it a try. Well without Further do Here we go!
By the way- I don't any of these characters.
"The Girl With the Lost Heart"
Prelude-How I Became
It was too perfect. The sun was shining, her mother had cooked her favorite food for breakfast "because she felt like it," she had received perfect hundreds on all of her sample high-school graduation tests, and someone had even acknowledged her today! Miaka Yuuki giggled to herself as she walked outside the large terrorizing middle school doors with a firm smile on her face. It was a rare occasion on which she would randomly smile these days, and the action itself made her mouth sore from her abandoned face muscles. The short girl only at 5'1", made her way slowly towards the steps. She had golden brown hair pulled into two buns on the sides of her head with two short strands hanging loosely at the sides. Her body was thin but she still had many of the needed curves to be a woman. Her eyes were large and her iris' a luminous brown.
Ever since her mother had married the mayor of Tokyo, Miaka had been unsure of how to act. When Miaka was four months old, her real father had left Miaka and her mother with as little money as possible and bills they knew were a far stretch from being paid. Her mother was forced to take up her old job as a nurse at the local hospital while Miaka was sent to a day school. Back in those days, Miaka had been easy-going and carefree and never let the fact that she didn't have a father get to her. However as she grew older she watched as other girls around her would grab their father's hands and smile with a twinkle in their eye. For her, being a single child was not easy. Years before Miaka was even born, her mother had a miscarriage with what could have been her older brother.
Miaka resorted to putting her face in books and teaching herself things most 8 year olds didn't know until six years later. Learning always comforted her whenever she longed for a father, or missed her mother who was never home. When her mother was home however, Miaka never let a second go wasted. Miaka's mother meant more than anything to her in the world. Her mother and her would cook her favorite sugar cookies every Saturday night and sit by the fireplace, reading stories and eating the savory treats. Once every couple of months her mother would take her to the mall, telling her she could pick one thing she wanted and Miaka would lose her mind trying to choose over a new doll or a huge box of candies. Miaka's favorite time however, was the trip they only took once a year.
Every spring, her mother and her would drive up to the western shore of Japan, climbing the tallest mountain on the coast. The long arduous hike would take them three hours but once they were at the top it was worth it.
Flashback
"Mommy what's out there?" Miaka pointed curiously to the horizon past the vast ocean. A small thin line of greenery could be seen, slightly layering the ocean.
"That's China sweetie, isn't it gorgeous?"
"Hai. Who lives over there?" Miaka smiled up at her mother and then looked back to the horizon
"Well, of course the Chinese. No one really special that you would know though. Their history is interesting…" her mother's words trailed off as she lost herself in a daze.
"How so?" Miaka asked curiously.
"Well, the Chinese our known for their ancient history. Myths especially." Her mother seemed to frown at the last two words but then smiled down at her daughter reassuringly.
"Can we read one together one day?" Miaka's face lit up with excitement, in hopes of an adventure.
"Perhaps when you're old enough" Her mother turned away from the horizon and looked back at her native country, Japan.
"Ready to go?" she called to Miaka.
"Hai!" Miaka ran after her mom and they both began the long trail back down the mountain.
End of Flashback
Miaka began to travel down the steps of the large school when she was stopped abruptly by three girls whom she knew all too well. The three people she DIDN'T want to know. She began to walk around them when the middle of the group stood directly in front of her.
"Nice CHANEL bag. Lemme guess you begged your daddy for it?"
"Not today Yui" Miaka gave Yui the cold shoulder and began walking home.
"Aww daddy's little spoiled brat is sad. Go cry to your daddy see what he does! Not like he's doing anything for Tokyo either!" Yui and her friends giggled and were surprised to see that Miaka had actually turned around.
Miaka took a good look at Yui. The girl was a few inches taller than her, giving Miaka the disadvantage. Her hair was blonde and shortly cropped on the back of her head. Her eyes may have been blue, but they were ice cold, and that didn't scare Miaka the slightest bit.
Miaka walked right up to her face and asked her this. "Yui. I have one question and only you can answer it."
Yui sighed and shrugged her arms. "Ask away Miss know-it-all."
"Is it hard to breathe when you have your nose stuck up other peoples' asses?" With that Miaka turned to go home, knowing she had left her opponent speechless.
She could hear muffled laughter that Yui's friends were not able to contain from her comeback.
"WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY???!!!" Yui's face turned red and she towered over her two friends.
"Mother! I'm Home!" Miaka shouted happily, waiting for her mother to greet her.
"Hi sweetie how was your day?" Her mother walked down the grand spiral steps of their new home and came down to meet her daughter.
Over the years, stress of work had weathered her mother greatly, but that never took over her astounding looks. Her pale brown hair was cut short but very neatly, allowing her large eyes to stand out. Her long slender body was adorned with a fresh white summer dress and her face glowed with a new health Miaka had never witnessed before.
"I got 100 on my sample high school graduation tests!" Miaka handed the scores for her mother to look over.
"That's great! Hopefully you'll be able to reciprocate this on the real exams and easily get into Jonan!" Her mother smiled and handed her the papers back. Jonan had been Miaka's goal since she could remember. It was the most prestigious high school around and only the top 5 of her high school would be accepted into its ominous doors.
"Your father will be coming home early so I'd thought we'd all go to that new tappas restaurant around the corner! I've heard they've got great deserts!" Her mother added in the last part with a hint of excitement.
"Count me in!!!!" Miaka drooled at the thought of food. She hadn't eaten since lunch, which seemed like three days ago. There was never a chance she could ever let a food opportunity down.
Shortly after greeting her mother, Miaka walked to the gardens in the back yard and sat quietly in the gazebo taking in the sights and smells.
Three years ago Miaka's dream had come true. She was granted a father, and a perfect one at that. Her father was handsome, athletic, was financially stable and loved her and her mother. He would go out of his way just to spend time with Miaka, whether it was taking her to a circus or to the mall it didn't matter.
Believing her life had been cured, Miaka expected her lonely life to change, however nothing went the way she expected. As soon as kids in her school realized her father was a multi-millionaire and was the mayor of Tokyo, they had called her spoiled, stuck-up, and had told her that it was the money that her mother was after.
"Don't listen to them. They don't know anything! They're missing out on a great opportunity" Her new father told her later that night.
"Like what?!" Miaka asked furiously through a fresh round of tears.
"They're missing out on the great daughter that I have! The Miaka that I know is fun, beautiful, and is the kindest person in the world!"
For saying just that, her father won over her love, all of her trust, and her heart.
Since then Miaka had learned to tolerate the harsh gestures of her fellow classmates. She wasn't cut any slack either due to her grades. She was currently ranked at the top of her class, and being 14 she was a year younger than everyone else. Along with her book smarts however Miaka had developed a sharp tongue, dripping with sarcasm, and she loved it.
"Miaka! Time to go!" Her mother called her from the screened in patio.
Miaka shook her dazed thoughts and ran towards her mother, her beloved father and FOOD.
Life was perfect. Until that one day. Until the one day, when the world stopped and everything slipped through her hands like grains of sand.
End of Prelude
Gomen it was short people! I wanted to give some background info that would make the story much better. Well anyways PLEASE REVIEW:-D gomen nasai!!!
