Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi. It
belongs to Watase Yuu.
*ALTHOUGH, this story *does* belong to
me...arigato...
(sorry...don't feel creative with disclaimers
today...)
*set sometime after the OVA ends—before
Tamahome and Miaka return to earth.
Shining Gem
By mizu-chan
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Tasuki furrowed his eyebrows...How could
it be? It was ghastly thing to do! Who on
this green kingdom would see such pleasure in
such an act?! It was almost...indignifying!
"OI!" He cried in the midst of the
shoving crowds. He poked his Tessen into a
bystander that had pushed him into the arms of
another. Heaven! How he *hated*, well,
EVERYONE! He made a face; his gleaming right
fang appearing next to a set of pearly whites.
However, he resolved to just settle down and
glare at the man before him.
"I TOLD you! NO MORE drinks for you!"
He fat man whom Tasuki was glowering at yelled.
Oil stains were splotched all over the man's
apron and another sticky, unknown substance
covered his bulky fingers.
"But I want more booze!" Tasuki yelped
like a toddler whining for more candy—only, it
wasn't candy. It was something far, *far* more
intoxicating...
"No more!" The barkeeper growled
viciously.
"Yes more!" Tasuki refrained from
slurring. "If you don't, I'll...burn this
place down!" He huffed, Tessen ready in hand.
"Who d'ya think you are? A Suzaku
Seishi?" The barkeeper laughed mockingly, not
even bothering to hide his disgusting grimace.
"..."
***moments after...
The barkeeper coughed out smoke as
spirals of smoke rose from his bar, dissipating
into the air. Tasuki grinned toothily.
"TASUKI!" A shrill-sounding voice echoed
from behind. "What on EARTH did you DO?!" The
jangling sound became apparent as Chichi
appeared from around the now-deserted street
corner. "What have I told you about over-
cooking things, no da?" Chichiri's face was
horribly stern. (Well, as stern as his fox-
happy mask could appear to be.) However,
Tasuki was usually dense as a stone. Just this
time, that stone happened to be a boulder. He
couldn't grasp what Chichiri was trying to do
as he scuffed the ashes on the ground with his
foot.
"Have you forgotten that it's *the* day?"
hinted Chichiri, fully hoping that his subtle
clue would prompt Tasuki to get his act
together.
Tasuki looked at Chichiri oddly before
bellowing out loudly. "Of course it's the
day!" He pointed up at the bright sky. "What
did you think it was? Night-time?" He knocked
on Chichiri's head with a fist, making a hollow
sound.
Chichiri made a face stepping away from
the intruding fist. He sighed resignedly,
"Never mind..." Lifting his staff with
practiced grace, it met Tasuki's hard head—with
the *metal* end.
"Ow..." Tasuki muttered quietly before
lapsing into unconsciousness.
An extra jangle, followed by a loud
*bonk!* could be heard in the distance as
Chichiri hit Tasuki again for good measure.
Shaking his head, he dragged the spiral-eyed
seishi by the collar, disregarding any
obstacles in the way.
***
Fire crackers burst loudly in the
country-side as bright torches lit the way for
two people. Loud trumpets blared into the
dimming horizon, glorifying the successful
union of the couple.
Raising his new wife's dainty fingers,
Tamahome smiled gently. He was finally married
to his miko, in an *official* ceremony.
Bending down in an awkward fashion, he brushed
his lips on his wife's fingertips in a
chivalric fashion. Miaka giggled quietly under
pearl-beaded veil. Two glimmering eyes laughed
at him through the beaded curtain of gems. An
odd custom, he amended, but it made her happy.
Her happiness was what concerned him most and
he would give the world—no, his *life* for her
if she asked of it. He proved that several
times already. No, Tamahome was a honorable
warrior, protective seishi, and now...a loving
husband.
"Congratulations to the newly weds,"
Chichiri approached them, with Tasuki lagging
behind. He was still nursing two giant red
bumps on his head. Luckily, his hair would
hopefully camouflage them. He leaped beside
Tamahome and prodded him in the ribs with his
Tessen.
"Ne, Tama, don't forget our guys night
out! I'll be waiting for ya!" He paused.
"And if you don't show, I'll chase you across
the countryside with Tessen in hand..." He
waved the Tessen to prove his point, then
proceeded to give Miaka an innocent, but
toothy, smile.
"Tasuki!" Chichiri motioned to hit
Tasuki once again, but instead, the younger
seishi plastered a reformed face on.
"Actually, we managed got you something.
Hope you like it, no da," Chichiri remarked
warmly.
"Yep! I picked it out!" Tasuki bubbled
happily. Chichiri raised his eyebrows at him.
"Da..."
"But Chichiri paid for it..." Tasuki
admonished quickly, eyeing the golden staff
cautiously. Inching away slightly, he grinned,
"Hope you like it!"
Tamahome received the small red box from
Chichiri's outstretched hand, musing at what
the item could be. He placed it in Miaka's
open hands as she proceeded to shake it gently.
The contents within banged against the confines
of the box, cushioned with soft fabric.
She lifted the paper lid of the box, as
her eyes widened in revelation.
"Tamahome..." She gasped, running her
hand over the silver lining of the box
gingerly, as if afraid to break the fragile
contents within.
Picking up an object between thumb and
forefinger, she brought Chichiri and Tasuki's
gift into view.
Within her grasp were two identical gems,
one of the darkest of violets and the other,
the deepest of crimsons. They were tear-drop
shaped, dangling from two thread-like silver
chains.
Tears gathered in edge of her eyes,
threatening to fall down her soft, porcelain-
white face. She brought the two gems at
eyelevel, beholding their beauty and simplicity
through the pearl curtain.
She stepped forward into Tamahome's
embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Arigato, minna-chan," she whispered, voice
barely audible. The torches flickered
brightly, illuminating the jewels on her
headpiece. However, the most apparent jewel
that every took heed to was the grateful
glitter that appeared in her eyes. "You don't
know what I would do without you." Tamahome
nodded likewise in turn. These were his
friends, the ones that kept him up at night
with their raucous laughter...He would forever
be grateful to be of their acquaintance.
"We brought it to Taiitskun. She managed
to infuse it with some of her power so you'd
always be able to return here, regardless
whether you have the scroll or not." Chichiri
mentioned sincerely. "Only the best for our
beloved newly weds."
"Oh, the old bag brings tidings and good
wishes as well...So do the nyan nyan," Tasuki
said casually. However, immediately after the
words departed from his mouth, he had the
strange feeling that Taiitskun didn't seem very
happy at the moment. He shrugged off the
feeling of suspicion and went about his own way
around things.
Miaka gave them one last smile before
Tamahome led her to their marriage suite. It
wasn't as luxurious as the late Hotohori-sama's
palace, but it sufficed.
"Our love will complete it," Tamahome
once said, earlier that day. The statement was
promptly followed by a lingering kiss...
He brought her through the door, and with
one last glance at their remaining friends,
they closed the door behind them.
Miaka wished that the other seishi could
come join in their small celebration. However,
she knew that it would be near impossible. She
knew she would see them again, someday. This
time, perhaps in person...
She paused a moment, staring out the open
window. Nightfall had already arrived as a
thick blanket of stars speckled the sky.
"Hotohori, Nuriko, Chiriko, Mitsukake..."
Her voice trailed off slightly. "Arigato.
You'll always be my seishi, no matter the
circumstances." She placed a slender hand on
the window sill, leaning toward the window, as
if to listen out for their response. However,
to her dismay, she heard none. She stared once
more up at the sky. Oddly, a few, select stars
seemed to be brighter than the rest, shimmering
momentarily before fading into the multitude of
stars once more. However, that small event
seemed to bring a smile to her face. "Glad you
received my message, minna-chan," she said
softly before turning to her husband's embrace.
Tamahome parted her curtain of beads,
hooking the strands on the edges of the
headpiece. He stood there and simply stared,
drinking in the sight of her. He hadn't seen
her lovely face for the entire ceremony, and to
him, it already seemed like a lifetime. She
giggled childishly.
"What's the matter? Never seen a pretty
girl before?" Miaka remarked, mirroring
Tamahome's loving gaze. She bit her bottom
lip. After all, it was her wedding night. She
was permitted to be a *little* nervous.
"No," Tamahome answered solemnly. "Never
have a seen an angel so lovely until today."
"I think that deserves a kiss," she
murmured. A pale pink blush flushed across her
cheeks as she stood on her tip toes to plant a
kiss on his lips.
Her sweetness seemed to permeate his
senses; her sweet, natural perfume flood his
senses. He responded to her affection by
deepening the kiss.
When he parted, Miaka gave a little pout
in response. He led her to the bed set nicely
made with clean silk sheets. However, when
they reached the desired destination, he paused
her again.
"I never thought I would reach heaven,
but now," he cupped her face and stroked her
soft cheek with his thumb. "I have a beautiful
angel to guide me to the way..."
The unshed tears that gathered around the
corners of her eyes before finally broke their
bounds once again and spilled down the milky
complexion of her face. They traced their way
down her face as Tamahome brushed the tears
away. This was how it was going to be, he'd
wipe away her tears everyday, from now on...In
return, she's lead him to the heaven that was
her undying love.
He bent down for another kiss, capturing
her lips in his own. This time, he didn't stop
so soon...
The "ogre" character on his forehead
burned brightly before dimming and then finally
disappearing. The lord of the south quadrant
watched them from the skies. He never thought
that they'd make it this far, then again, he
was furiously proud of his miko and her seishi.
Such strong individuals...such strong love
between the miko and seishi. Suzako mused,
taking another peek at the loving couple below.
He'd insure their well being...it was the least
he could do for his followers.
Tamahome hesitated momentarily, feeling
an awkward reassurance spread through him
momentarily. He could feel his sigil burn,
then disappear. Shrugging the incident off, he
returned to Miaka and responded to her
affections hungrily.
In the back yard, Tasuki held a ceramic
pot of wedding wine in his hands triumphantly.
Chichiri shrugged and received a cup from
Tasuki. After all, it was a happy day, and he
was very happy for his friends.
"Don't worry Miaka, the gems are
virtually unbreakable," Tasuki commented loudly
in the background. "So you don't have to worry
about dropping them every five minutes or
something."
"TASUKI!"
"WHAT?!"
***
Arigato to kawaiiluv, my muse for waff... (yes,
kana...WAFF ::gags:: ) Anywho, I'm not
experimenting with sm yet...might not...figured
that I'd go with something that I've actually
seen the entire series (more or less) of...
Comments, flames, feedback in general is nice.
Arigato minna-san!
mizu-chan
19/01/01
belongs to Watase Yuu.
*ALTHOUGH, this story *does* belong to
me...arigato...
(sorry...don't feel creative with disclaimers
today...)
*set sometime after the OVA ends—before
Tamahome and Miaka return to earth.
Shining Gem
By mizu-chan
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Tasuki furrowed his eyebrows...How could
it be? It was ghastly thing to do! Who on
this green kingdom would see such pleasure in
such an act?! It was almost...indignifying!
"OI!" He cried in the midst of the
shoving crowds. He poked his Tessen into a
bystander that had pushed him into the arms of
another. Heaven! How he *hated*, well,
EVERYONE! He made a face; his gleaming right
fang appearing next to a set of pearly whites.
However, he resolved to just settle down and
glare at the man before him.
"I TOLD you! NO MORE drinks for you!"
He fat man whom Tasuki was glowering at yelled.
Oil stains were splotched all over the man's
apron and another sticky, unknown substance
covered his bulky fingers.
"But I want more booze!" Tasuki yelped
like a toddler whining for more candy—only, it
wasn't candy. It was something far, *far* more
intoxicating...
"No more!" The barkeeper growled
viciously.
"Yes more!" Tasuki refrained from
slurring. "If you don't, I'll...burn this
place down!" He huffed, Tessen ready in hand.
"Who d'ya think you are? A Suzaku
Seishi?" The barkeeper laughed mockingly, not
even bothering to hide his disgusting grimace.
"..."
***moments after...
The barkeeper coughed out smoke as
spirals of smoke rose from his bar, dissipating
into the air. Tasuki grinned toothily.
"TASUKI!" A shrill-sounding voice echoed
from behind. "What on EARTH did you DO?!" The
jangling sound became apparent as Chichi
appeared from around the now-deserted street
corner. "What have I told you about over-
cooking things, no da?" Chichiri's face was
horribly stern. (Well, as stern as his fox-
happy mask could appear to be.) However,
Tasuki was usually dense as a stone. Just this
time, that stone happened to be a boulder. He
couldn't grasp what Chichiri was trying to do
as he scuffed the ashes on the ground with his
foot.
"Have you forgotten that it's *the* day?"
hinted Chichiri, fully hoping that his subtle
clue would prompt Tasuki to get his act
together.
Tasuki looked at Chichiri oddly before
bellowing out loudly. "Of course it's the
day!" He pointed up at the bright sky. "What
did you think it was? Night-time?" He knocked
on Chichiri's head with a fist, making a hollow
sound.
Chichiri made a face stepping away from
the intruding fist. He sighed resignedly,
"Never mind..." Lifting his staff with
practiced grace, it met Tasuki's hard head—with
the *metal* end.
"Ow..." Tasuki muttered quietly before
lapsing into unconsciousness.
An extra jangle, followed by a loud
*bonk!* could be heard in the distance as
Chichiri hit Tasuki again for good measure.
Shaking his head, he dragged the spiral-eyed
seishi by the collar, disregarding any
obstacles in the way.
***
Fire crackers burst loudly in the
country-side as bright torches lit the way for
two people. Loud trumpets blared into the
dimming horizon, glorifying the successful
union of the couple.
Raising his new wife's dainty fingers,
Tamahome smiled gently. He was finally married
to his miko, in an *official* ceremony.
Bending down in an awkward fashion, he brushed
his lips on his wife's fingertips in a
chivalric fashion. Miaka giggled quietly under
pearl-beaded veil. Two glimmering eyes laughed
at him through the beaded curtain of gems. An
odd custom, he amended, but it made her happy.
Her happiness was what concerned him most and
he would give the world—no, his *life* for her
if she asked of it. He proved that several
times already. No, Tamahome was a honorable
warrior, protective seishi, and now...a loving
husband.
"Congratulations to the newly weds,"
Chichiri approached them, with Tasuki lagging
behind. He was still nursing two giant red
bumps on his head. Luckily, his hair would
hopefully camouflage them. He leaped beside
Tamahome and prodded him in the ribs with his
Tessen.
"Ne, Tama, don't forget our guys night
out! I'll be waiting for ya!" He paused.
"And if you don't show, I'll chase you across
the countryside with Tessen in hand..." He
waved the Tessen to prove his point, then
proceeded to give Miaka an innocent, but
toothy, smile.
"Tasuki!" Chichiri motioned to hit
Tasuki once again, but instead, the younger
seishi plastered a reformed face on.
"Actually, we managed got you something.
Hope you like it, no da," Chichiri remarked
warmly.
"Yep! I picked it out!" Tasuki bubbled
happily. Chichiri raised his eyebrows at him.
"Da..."
"But Chichiri paid for it..." Tasuki
admonished quickly, eyeing the golden staff
cautiously. Inching away slightly, he grinned,
"Hope you like it!"
Tamahome received the small red box from
Chichiri's outstretched hand, musing at what
the item could be. He placed it in Miaka's
open hands as she proceeded to shake it gently.
The contents within banged against the confines
of the box, cushioned with soft fabric.
She lifted the paper lid of the box, as
her eyes widened in revelation.
"Tamahome..." She gasped, running her
hand over the silver lining of the box
gingerly, as if afraid to break the fragile
contents within.
Picking up an object between thumb and
forefinger, she brought Chichiri and Tasuki's
gift into view.
Within her grasp were two identical gems,
one of the darkest of violets and the other,
the deepest of crimsons. They were tear-drop
shaped, dangling from two thread-like silver
chains.
Tears gathered in edge of her eyes,
threatening to fall down her soft, porcelain-
white face. She brought the two gems at
eyelevel, beholding their beauty and simplicity
through the pearl curtain.
She stepped forward into Tamahome's
embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Arigato, minna-chan," she whispered, voice
barely audible. The torches flickered
brightly, illuminating the jewels on her
headpiece. However, the most apparent jewel
that every took heed to was the grateful
glitter that appeared in her eyes. "You don't
know what I would do without you." Tamahome
nodded likewise in turn. These were his
friends, the ones that kept him up at night
with their raucous laughter...He would forever
be grateful to be of their acquaintance.
"We brought it to Taiitskun. She managed
to infuse it with some of her power so you'd
always be able to return here, regardless
whether you have the scroll or not." Chichiri
mentioned sincerely. "Only the best for our
beloved newly weds."
"Oh, the old bag brings tidings and good
wishes as well...So do the nyan nyan," Tasuki
said casually. However, immediately after the
words departed from his mouth, he had the
strange feeling that Taiitskun didn't seem very
happy at the moment. He shrugged off the
feeling of suspicion and went about his own way
around things.
Miaka gave them one last smile before
Tamahome led her to their marriage suite. It
wasn't as luxurious as the late Hotohori-sama's
palace, but it sufficed.
"Our love will complete it," Tamahome
once said, earlier that day. The statement was
promptly followed by a lingering kiss...
He brought her through the door, and with
one last glance at their remaining friends,
they closed the door behind them.
Miaka wished that the other seishi could
come join in their small celebration. However,
she knew that it would be near impossible. She
knew she would see them again, someday. This
time, perhaps in person...
She paused a moment, staring out the open
window. Nightfall had already arrived as a
thick blanket of stars speckled the sky.
"Hotohori, Nuriko, Chiriko, Mitsukake..."
Her voice trailed off slightly. "Arigato.
You'll always be my seishi, no matter the
circumstances." She placed a slender hand on
the window sill, leaning toward the window, as
if to listen out for their response. However,
to her dismay, she heard none. She stared once
more up at the sky. Oddly, a few, select stars
seemed to be brighter than the rest, shimmering
momentarily before fading into the multitude of
stars once more. However, that small event
seemed to bring a smile to her face. "Glad you
received my message, minna-chan," she said
softly before turning to her husband's embrace.
Tamahome parted her curtain of beads,
hooking the strands on the edges of the
headpiece. He stood there and simply stared,
drinking in the sight of her. He hadn't seen
her lovely face for the entire ceremony, and to
him, it already seemed like a lifetime. She
giggled childishly.
"What's the matter? Never seen a pretty
girl before?" Miaka remarked, mirroring
Tamahome's loving gaze. She bit her bottom
lip. After all, it was her wedding night. She
was permitted to be a *little* nervous.
"No," Tamahome answered solemnly. "Never
have a seen an angel so lovely until today."
"I think that deserves a kiss," she
murmured. A pale pink blush flushed across her
cheeks as she stood on her tip toes to plant a
kiss on his lips.
Her sweetness seemed to permeate his
senses; her sweet, natural perfume flood his
senses. He responded to her affection by
deepening the kiss.
When he parted, Miaka gave a little pout
in response. He led her to the bed set nicely
made with clean silk sheets. However, when
they reached the desired destination, he paused
her again.
"I never thought I would reach heaven,
but now," he cupped her face and stroked her
soft cheek with his thumb. "I have a beautiful
angel to guide me to the way..."
The unshed tears that gathered around the
corners of her eyes before finally broke their
bounds once again and spilled down the milky
complexion of her face. They traced their way
down her face as Tamahome brushed the tears
away. This was how it was going to be, he'd
wipe away her tears everyday, from now on...In
return, she's lead him to the heaven that was
her undying love.
He bent down for another kiss, capturing
her lips in his own. This time, he didn't stop
so soon...
The "ogre" character on his forehead
burned brightly before dimming and then finally
disappearing. The lord of the south quadrant
watched them from the skies. He never thought
that they'd make it this far, then again, he
was furiously proud of his miko and her seishi.
Such strong individuals...such strong love
between the miko and seishi. Suzako mused,
taking another peek at the loving couple below.
He'd insure their well being...it was the least
he could do for his followers.
Tamahome hesitated momentarily, feeling
an awkward reassurance spread through him
momentarily. He could feel his sigil burn,
then disappear. Shrugging the incident off, he
returned to Miaka and responded to her
affections hungrily.
In the back yard, Tasuki held a ceramic
pot of wedding wine in his hands triumphantly.
Chichiri shrugged and received a cup from
Tasuki. After all, it was a happy day, and he
was very happy for his friends.
"Don't worry Miaka, the gems are
virtually unbreakable," Tasuki commented loudly
in the background. "So you don't have to worry
about dropping them every five minutes or
something."
"TASUKI!"
"WHAT?!"
***
Arigato to kawaiiluv, my muse for waff... (yes,
kana...WAFF ::gags:: ) Anywho, I'm not
experimenting with sm yet...might not...figured
that I'd go with something that I've actually
seen the entire series (more or less) of...
Comments, flames, feedback in general is nice.
Arigato minna-san!
mizu-chan
19/01/01