Hello! This is just a rough draft of a fic I was thinking about. So I hope you'll read it and give me feedback, I don't have a name yet but I'm still in the making of this fic.

I do not own fushugi yuugi yuu watase does.

The story pretty much:

it has been a few years later with miaka still happily married to taka now 21 years old her seshi's reborn in the world with their memories fully intanct. But a few complications arose during their relationship and that being so, miaka still madly in love with taka. Facing the hardest thing in her life, Taka being with another woman. But can they fight through there complications and still stay together and love eachother or will miaka's anger and bitterness turn her to love someone else?

Chapter 1: Problems

Miaka sat up late at night, laying in her bed tears welled up crying, waiting for Taka to come home and spend her birthday together. She knew where he was. It pained her so much, the tears willingly falling against her frail cheeks, feeling that lump in her throat. Her heart felt like someone was squeezing it to where she was almost an able to breathe. "Taka" she whispered, her heart aching. She felt so useless, what did I do wrong? she thought to herself. She continued laying there what felt like hours. Eventually she became tired and fell asleep.

The next morning Miaka woke and decided to put a pretty pink and white cotton robe on, she didn't feel like getting dressed, after all she was in her home. Then her eye caught something, on her bearu next to her bed was the picture of her and all her seshis. She smiled warmly, remembering everything they had been through together.

Moments later she heard the door open slightly and someone tip-toeing towards the bedroom.

"where were you Taka?" Miaka asked. Even though she already knew the answer to that question.

"Oh I um had paperwork to do, you know for work and all" he replied placing his hand behind his head.

"you were gone all night Taka..." Miaka said, the pain slipping from her voice, now allowing bitter anger to seep through.

"well, you know how my boss is" he replied, not giving the slightest amount of guilt in his voice.

"Taka, I waited for you...all night I waited for you! and you never came, I can't believe you Taka! You were out with HER again weren't you!" She yelled at him completely frustrated by her anger and hurt.

"Here we go again" he replied lethargically.

"No Taka! until you tell me what the hell is going on with you, were never going to fix this!" she yelled running around their living room.

"what is there to fix? I don't understand you Miaka. What is it you exactly want to fix?!" he yelled back chasing her around the living room. She turned back to face him.

"you know what needs to be fixed, like telling me why your with her?! What's so great about her! What is it about her that drives you to her every single time!" she yelled getting closer in his face.

"Miaka!" he yelled backing away from her, now finally against the wall. His yell startled her.

"Don't touch me" he simply said. Miaka looked at him.

"I am your WIFE Taka! what the hell do you mean don't touch you!" she replied grabbing his shoulders, attempting to embrace him. He pushed her off, really hard slamming Miaka against the wall nearly knocking the wind out of her. He stared at her laying on the floor. his lips pursing really thinly with a hard cold stare. Miaka looked up at him, completely petrified. He had never done anything like that before. He was now briskly walking towards the door.

"where are you going now?" she said, standing up firmly.

He just looked back at her and continued through the door. That pain returned again, seeping through her like an ice cold blanket that froze her entire body. Her already blood-shot red tears welling up again. She did her best to swallow her tears. She looked around her house, now looking cold and empty. She couldn't stand the pain anymore. She decided to call someone, anyone. She called Yui, but she didn't pick up, so she decided to leave a message. She called everyone, they all seemed to be busy. But someone did pick up.

Tasuki: "Hello?" he said. She smiled thinking about her dearest friend.

Miaka: "hey Tasuki its me." Miaka said.

Tasuki: "are you alright Miaka? you don't sound too good? did something happen?" he replied.

She tried not to think about what happened between her and Taka. But it couldn't be helped. There was a few moments silence.

Tasuki: "Miaka? are ya there?" he said, sounding too worried.

Miaka: "huh? oh yeah I'm here, I'm sorry um, how is work and everything?" she asked trying to not think about what happened.

Tasuki: "yeah work is fine, I'm just a little bummed out though...my boss just promoted some other new guy"

Miaka: "what really? thats weird." she said, slightly enlighted.

They talked for hours, almost all day. It had been awhile since she had talked. Truly talk. Yes she knew how to talk, but not in the way where there are no conditions and no mistakes in your conversation. She was so used to have to be primped and pampered when it came time to meeting Taka's boss and whatnot, going to parties and being that ideal wife. The one that cooks, cleans, and just stays home all day.

Tasuki: "Miaka, can I ask you something?" he said pausing slightly.

Miaka: "Shoot"

Tasuki: "What happened earlier? You sounded really sad when you called." he asked too precariously.

She froze. She was thoroughly enjoying her conversation. Until now. She didn't want to tell him, yes they are friends, and he should have a right to know, but she could already see his reaction.

Flash Forward

(Tasuki: "He did what!!! What the hell has gotten into Taka!!. Where is he?! I'm gonna find him and whoop his ass!")

End Of Flash Forward

But she didn't feel comfortable going that route, already knowing the outcome of it.

Miaka: "what are you talking about?" she asked trying to play dumb.

There was a moments pause.

Tasuki: "Miaka, I'm worried about you. Is there something your not telling me? you don't seem okay." he said his voice growing slightly deeper with concern.

God, how she wished she could tell him. She couldn't. And she wouldn't.

Miaka: "look, I don't know what your talking about...but anyways I have to go, I have to go make dinner, Taka will be home soon and he'll be hungry, good bye Tasuki." she said.

Tasuki: "Miaka-" he said before she hung up the phone. She looked at the clock. 5:30pm. She was astonished, has she really been talking to Tasuki THAT long. They started their conversation at least 12:00 in the afternoon. She needed to make dinner, she knew her husband would be home soon. After all she does still love him. They were meant to be together, or so she thought. She arose from the chair and began to prepare the meal for Taka and herself. Keisuke called. She picked up and continued to talk to her brother while preparing their dinner.

He was driving home, his stomach growling rather loudly. He knew there would be a nice hot meal waiting for him. It was expected of her. He was just hoping that she wouldn't start another fight and give him another reason to leave again.

He came through the door, taking off his long leather coat and began walking towards the table expecting his meal to be ready. Miaka standing at the stove, she put the phone down and looked at Taka sitting there at the table.

"is dinner ready yet?" he asked somewhat smugly. She swallowed her fury.

"I take it you had a bad day?" she said forcing a smile upon her face, walking back towards the stove.

"what do you think?" he said burying his face in his hands massaging the temples of his forehead.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that...what happened?" she asked as kindly as she could force herself to. No response. This worried Miaka. She walked towards him, hovering over his shoulders. Almost afraid to touch him, she placed her hands on his arms. She could still feel the warmth of his body against hers. He shoved her arms off of his.

"you wouldn't understand" he replied simply. She walked back to the kitchen and continued making her meal.

"so how was your day?" he asked attempting to change the subject. She was a little startled by the question.

"Oh it was fine, I talked to Tasuki" she said simply.

"oh?" he said as he stared at her almost astonished.

"what did you guys talk about?" now almost leery by the sudden insinuation. She paused.

"why do you ask?" she said simply confused. He smirked.

"I wanna know what you two talked about? how long did you talk to him?" He asked suddenly slightly infuriated.

"well, just general stuff like work and my friends and things like tha-" he rose, standing right above her.

"are you lying to me?" he asked allowing his fury to show in his tone of voice.

"N...no I-I would n..never-" she said stuttering on her own words, allowing her fear to get the better of her. He had had enough. He slapped his hand across miaka's delicate face, once again knocking the wind out of her falling on the floor.

"t...t...Taka!" she exclaimed in utter fear.

"you damn slut!" he yelled. He kicked her, and continued until he got tired. Miaka writhing underneath every blow. He grabbed her by her hair so she would face him.

"I'll be damned if you think you can get away with this" he said simply. As he threw her already beaten and broken body against the wall knocking Miaka unconscious. He then retrieved his coat and left out the door again.

He had a bad feeling. Something was wrong, he could feel it. He decided to call Miaka.

She heard the phone ring. She rose. Her body now beaten and broken, specs of blood seeping through her pretty pink robe. She reached for the phone and successfully picked up.

Miaka: "h...e...l..l...o..?" she said her body aching.

Man: "Miaka whats wrong? Miaka! are you alright!" the man said, nearly screaming into the telephone.

Miaka: "I...'m...f...i...-" she attempted to say but passed out.

Man: "Miaka!!! I'm Coming!!!" he said as he hung up the phone, letting complete worry and fear take over him. Something had happened and he knew it.

He jumped in his car and drove like a bat outta hell. speeding through the highway to reach Miaka and Taka's apartment. His bright amber eye's glistening against the moonlight. His fiery orange hair flying wistfully in the wind. He reached her apartment, but it was locked. He banged on the door as hard as he could screaming her name.

"MIAKA!!!!" she heard someone screaming her name. She tried to awake but couldn't.

(someone is calling me?). Her body not far from the door crawled towards the door, she stood once more and opened the door. Her vision was blurry and could not see much except a fiery haired man standing in her doorway. She smiled as her tears began to well up. Her body halfway exposed through her robe revealing her bloody, dirty beaten body.

"Tasuki..." she said simply as she fell into his arms.

"Miaka! what happened!!" he said. No response.

"Miaka...MIAKA!!!"

She was on a blind date waiting for him to come and pick her up. ("Figures Miaka would do this for me, she's so simple.") The dirty blond haired girl thought to herself as she was getting ready. Suddenly her phone rang.

Yui: "Hello?" She said.

The man spoke.

Yui: "WHAT! MIAKA'S IN THE HOSPITAL!!" she yelled into the receiver of the phone.

To Be Continued

so what did you guys think? I hope you'll forgive me for the suddenness of the story, I thought it would be better if I posed the problem first and just let it get worse hey its just a rough draft and I hope you guys like it! please review and please no flames! love yaz! Hell I'll fix it later! -Stargal