:Falling, through nothing, until something- someone- caught me. I looked up and it was Tamahome, with his beautiful eyes sparkling at me. I heard the voice I had heard so many times before, the broken promise as well. 'I promise, I'll make you the happiest bride in the world!' He had let me down, and, once again, I was falling, for a little longer than before. But I was caught, this time by many hands. I looked up again and I was staring into the faces of my friends, the Suzaku shichiseishi. Tasuki, Hotohori, Chichiri, Nuriko, Mitsukake, Chiriko, and- that was it. I searched for Tamahome but he was not there. He had not caught me this time./
"It's not mine," a gruff voice, very close to Miaka, had remarked. She opened her eyes, worried, when a rough hand rubbed her scarred, red cheek. Miaka flinched with pain at this gesture.
:"Bitch!" Tamahome had come home drunk again, and slapped me, many times. "Slut! It's not mine, not mine!"/
Miaka stared into the face of Tamahome- her Tamahome. No, not her Tamahome. Her Tamahome was not cruel, was not like this. Miaka surveyed the man laying in the bed next to her. His otherwise beautiful dark cyan hair, was greasy and dry. He had gained weight, and hadn't changed his clothes or showered in slightly more than a week. He had changed since he found out...
:"I'm pregnant," I had said, sitting on our ripped, dirty couch. Now almost six months along, I had to tell him before I showed. "Well, is it mine?" Tamahome had gently asked. "Of course it is!"
"Liar." I watched him walk over to our fridge, grab a beer, and chug it. He threw it away, and drained about 3 more beers. But the last one, he did not throw away. He had smashed it against the counter, obviously drunk now, and said, "You're going to get an abortion, right now." Tamahome was walking towards me, with the broken beer bottle aimed for my stomach. Lucky for me, he can't take much, and collapsed about three feet away./
Miaka turned her face towards her pillow and sobbed. Of course the child was his, why hadn't he believed her the many times she had tried to tell him? You need to get out of here, Miaka. But you can't-Tamahome needs you. So does your baby. It's not only your baby, it's his too. His baby that he tried to kill? You can't tear him from it! What if he doesn't pass out just in time next time? Who says there will be a next time? So then, you're trying to say that 'It's already happened four times, it won't happen anymore'? Miaka had this same argument with herself everyday. Today, though, she had to make up her mind. For good.
She got up out of bed, and walked into the kitchen/ living room to eat some breakfast. Turning around, she looked around and thought, My- Our baby can't grow up here. Especially not with him. I'm sorry Tamahome. But where will I go? Shut up Miaka, you know damn well where you can go. Miaka sighed, she had decided. She would go to Yui's for the day, then later, go into the Universe of the Four Gods. She couldn't stay at Yui's for more than that, after all. Tamahome would know she would go there. He's not stupid. I will leave him a note, and I hope that will be the last thing I ever have to say to him.
Miaka was going to leave Tamahome.