I'm so happy! This is my second fanfic up here, and there will be
chapters. I'm just going through writers block right now, and I have many
ideas still in the making for this story. Basically, it's Taka/Miaka, only
cuz they're one of my fave FY couples, I'll leave Hotohori to Nuriko, and
same with Chichiri & Tasuki. ^_^ So please R&R, k?
Also, I make no claim on Fushigi Yuugi. I do not own it, it belongs to Watase Yuu. *Lucky* so please don't sue, I'm broke. *Ask any otaku, they're broke too!*
Once more, you all can leave comments on the review, and you can also email me at Midnight.Star@angelfire.com
Incomplete…
I look out the window of my apartment, for the third time in about 15 minutes. My mind tends to wander these days. Lately, instead of what I should be focused on, I can only live in my memories. The slate-teal colored hair, piercing eyes, and the ever present aura of complete assurance and refuge. I found solace in him. Peace, with myself and others. He was able to reach out to me, when I couldn't even reach myself. I wonder what he's doing at the moment, and I wonder if he's found a way to keep his promise to me.
The phone rings, and I reluctantly get up to answer it. Grabbing the cordless off the wall, I hear Yui's familiar voice.
"Miaka!" She exclaims happily, and I wonder what's put her in such a good mood. Instantly, I know. Something between her and Tetsuya worked out, or whatnot. Turns out I'm right. "Tetsuya… oh he's so good to me, Miaka. I mean…" she pauses, and knows something's up. "Miaka, what's wrong?"
"What? With me? Oh, nothing…" I say, trying to sound cheerful, but my voice betrays me, I cannot fake my emotion today. "Really, Yui. You shouldn't worry yourself over me, okay? I'm fine-"
"Miaka! I… I just wanted to call you today. Felt like talking, I guess." She almost sounds… hurt… or worried.
"No, I appreciate it. Might pull my mind out of it's clutter today."
"What? Oh… Tamahome." I confirm. "Do you want me to come over tonight? I was going to do something with Tetsuya, but I can cancel for you…" I'm touched by her caring, and it makes me determined to let her have fun. She's had it better than I have lately, with a steady boyfriend. Oh sure, guys have asked me out, and every time I tell myself, go out, have fun, take your mind away from him… Him… I always say no.
"It's okay, Yui-chan. Really. You go have fun tonight, k? Call me and tell me about it tomorrow."
She agrees, after much debating, and we both hang up. Once more, I'm dreadfully alone. But I don't mind it today, I usually do. Returning to the window, I notice the sun is starting to peek through the clouds, it just might turn out to be a good day. Well, evening. By the looks of things, the sun'll set in about an hour.
I suddenly get the urge to go outside, rid myself of the confines of my lonely apartment. Getting up, I get ready to go outside. The sun might be out, but it's still February in Japan, so it's still cold outside. Not even bothering to put my hair up, I slip on a knee-length coat and wrap a scarf around my neck. Feeling warmer, I head outside.
The crisp chill wakens me up a bit, and I stick my hands into the deep pockets of my coat, wishing I had remembered to wear gloves. But stupid me, I keep walking towards the park, not knowing where I'll go when I get there. The barren sakura trees will soon be covered in pink blossoms, announcing the winter has gone, and spring has come. Announcing a year after mine and Yui's brief life in the ShiJinTenChiSho. That I've been away from Tamahome for almost a year now. The fact almost startles me, it's either been not too long ago, or too long that my heart aches. Not just for my beloved, but for the others, who fought beside me for the same goal of saving a country. "Crimson South," I mutter. "Suzaku, did the other priestesses feel this way? Alone?" I don't look where I am going, my feet wander down the path. But I know this park well, I've been here ever since I was a tiny girl, running after Yui and Keisuke.
Okuda Suzano. She, too, was horribly separated from Tatara, their love as strong as mine and Tamahome's. He knew what would happen, so he loved Suzano even past death, when they were reunited. Would it take death to see Tamahome again?
I stop to see where I am, and I see the lake off to my right. It's a beautiful lake, with a small sandy strip on the south side, where the little kids build sandcastles in summer. Benches were built for those who wished them, but I decline their purpose, and instead, go off to sit by myself. Not many people are in the park tonight, nothing stirs the lake's atmosphere but me. The slight waves of the large lake send the sun's last rays sparkling across the surface. Beautiful… I draw my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around them. I should come here more often, it's quiet and peaceful. No one can see my tears.
The sun slowly sinks down past the horizon, if I look up to the east side of the sky, I can see the moon begin it's pursuit. It still being dusk, the few remaining people disperse outside the park, it's just me.
Or so I think, when I hear footsteps behind me. Maybe if I pretend to be watching the lake, they'll leave me alone in my misery. I rest my chin on my knees, keeping my ears open for the person a few yards behind me.
A hand rests on my shoulder, I jump and begin to turn around. But the voice stops me in my tracks.
"Miss, are you okay?" No. No. I... it can't be him. Slowly, I turn around. The man standing before me looks down with sparkling blue eyes, slightly covered by his teal bangs. He stands quite tall, taller than me, by the way he bends down slightly. My eyes are wide open, I don't dare breathe. It can't be true, it just can't. "You!" He exclaims.
"Tamahome…?" His eyes are wide as mine, the recognition on his face is uncanny. "Is… is it really you…?"
"…Miaka?" I nod, slowly getting to my feet, barely noticing that my whole body is trembling. I ask his name once more, and he slowly shakes his head. "I don't know this Tamahome guy you're talking about. My name's Sukunami Taka." He looks absolutely bewildered.
"Then… how do you know my name?"
"I didn't think you really existed…!" He steps away, shaking his head lightly as to clear his vision. I'm not a dream, Tamahome. And you're not just a character in a book now, by the looks of it.
"Tamahome…" I whisper, slowly rising to my feet. But my knees give way, and I sink to the ground again. He leans down towards me, and gently takes a hold of my elbow, helping me to my feet once more. All conscious thought leaves my mind, all I can see is the man I know as Tamahome. Suzaku, are you playing tricks on me?
"… ne, Miaka?" he asks, and I look up at him…
So please tell me what you think! ^_^ I'm so happy that you've even read up to here, but I'm having writers block right now. So PLEASE do a good reader's job, and review it! I don't care if it's flames or not! ^_^ I'd just be so happy! It will go on from here, I have many more plans for this story. Rating might change, due to later ideas. ^_^*
Midnight.Star
Also, I make no claim on Fushigi Yuugi. I do not own it, it belongs to Watase Yuu. *Lucky* so please don't sue, I'm broke. *Ask any otaku, they're broke too!*
Once more, you all can leave comments on the review, and you can also email me at Midnight.Star@angelfire.com
Incomplete…
I look out the window of my apartment, for the third time in about 15 minutes. My mind tends to wander these days. Lately, instead of what I should be focused on, I can only live in my memories. The slate-teal colored hair, piercing eyes, and the ever present aura of complete assurance and refuge. I found solace in him. Peace, with myself and others. He was able to reach out to me, when I couldn't even reach myself. I wonder what he's doing at the moment, and I wonder if he's found a way to keep his promise to me.
The phone rings, and I reluctantly get up to answer it. Grabbing the cordless off the wall, I hear Yui's familiar voice.
"Miaka!" She exclaims happily, and I wonder what's put her in such a good mood. Instantly, I know. Something between her and Tetsuya worked out, or whatnot. Turns out I'm right. "Tetsuya… oh he's so good to me, Miaka. I mean…" she pauses, and knows something's up. "Miaka, what's wrong?"
"What? With me? Oh, nothing…" I say, trying to sound cheerful, but my voice betrays me, I cannot fake my emotion today. "Really, Yui. You shouldn't worry yourself over me, okay? I'm fine-"
"Miaka! I… I just wanted to call you today. Felt like talking, I guess." She almost sounds… hurt… or worried.
"No, I appreciate it. Might pull my mind out of it's clutter today."
"What? Oh… Tamahome." I confirm. "Do you want me to come over tonight? I was going to do something with Tetsuya, but I can cancel for you…" I'm touched by her caring, and it makes me determined to let her have fun. She's had it better than I have lately, with a steady boyfriend. Oh sure, guys have asked me out, and every time I tell myself, go out, have fun, take your mind away from him… Him… I always say no.
"It's okay, Yui-chan. Really. You go have fun tonight, k? Call me and tell me about it tomorrow."
She agrees, after much debating, and we both hang up. Once more, I'm dreadfully alone. But I don't mind it today, I usually do. Returning to the window, I notice the sun is starting to peek through the clouds, it just might turn out to be a good day. Well, evening. By the looks of things, the sun'll set in about an hour.
I suddenly get the urge to go outside, rid myself of the confines of my lonely apartment. Getting up, I get ready to go outside. The sun might be out, but it's still February in Japan, so it's still cold outside. Not even bothering to put my hair up, I slip on a knee-length coat and wrap a scarf around my neck. Feeling warmer, I head outside.
The crisp chill wakens me up a bit, and I stick my hands into the deep pockets of my coat, wishing I had remembered to wear gloves. But stupid me, I keep walking towards the park, not knowing where I'll go when I get there. The barren sakura trees will soon be covered in pink blossoms, announcing the winter has gone, and spring has come. Announcing a year after mine and Yui's brief life in the ShiJinTenChiSho. That I've been away from Tamahome for almost a year now. The fact almost startles me, it's either been not too long ago, or too long that my heart aches. Not just for my beloved, but for the others, who fought beside me for the same goal of saving a country. "Crimson South," I mutter. "Suzaku, did the other priestesses feel this way? Alone?" I don't look where I am going, my feet wander down the path. But I know this park well, I've been here ever since I was a tiny girl, running after Yui and Keisuke.
Okuda Suzano. She, too, was horribly separated from Tatara, their love as strong as mine and Tamahome's. He knew what would happen, so he loved Suzano even past death, when they were reunited. Would it take death to see Tamahome again?
I stop to see where I am, and I see the lake off to my right. It's a beautiful lake, with a small sandy strip on the south side, where the little kids build sandcastles in summer. Benches were built for those who wished them, but I decline their purpose, and instead, go off to sit by myself. Not many people are in the park tonight, nothing stirs the lake's atmosphere but me. The slight waves of the large lake send the sun's last rays sparkling across the surface. Beautiful… I draw my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around them. I should come here more often, it's quiet and peaceful. No one can see my tears.
The sun slowly sinks down past the horizon, if I look up to the east side of the sky, I can see the moon begin it's pursuit. It still being dusk, the few remaining people disperse outside the park, it's just me.
Or so I think, when I hear footsteps behind me. Maybe if I pretend to be watching the lake, they'll leave me alone in my misery. I rest my chin on my knees, keeping my ears open for the person a few yards behind me.
A hand rests on my shoulder, I jump and begin to turn around. But the voice stops me in my tracks.
"Miss, are you okay?" No. No. I... it can't be him. Slowly, I turn around. The man standing before me looks down with sparkling blue eyes, slightly covered by his teal bangs. He stands quite tall, taller than me, by the way he bends down slightly. My eyes are wide open, I don't dare breathe. It can't be true, it just can't. "You!" He exclaims.
"Tamahome…?" His eyes are wide as mine, the recognition on his face is uncanny. "Is… is it really you…?"
"…Miaka?" I nod, slowly getting to my feet, barely noticing that my whole body is trembling. I ask his name once more, and he slowly shakes his head. "I don't know this Tamahome guy you're talking about. My name's Sukunami Taka." He looks absolutely bewildered.
"Then… how do you know my name?"
"I didn't think you really existed…!" He steps away, shaking his head lightly as to clear his vision. I'm not a dream, Tamahome. And you're not just a character in a book now, by the looks of it.
"Tamahome…" I whisper, slowly rising to my feet. But my knees give way, and I sink to the ground again. He leans down towards me, and gently takes a hold of my elbow, helping me to my feet once more. All conscious thought leaves my mind, all I can see is the man I know as Tamahome. Suzaku, are you playing tricks on me?
"… ne, Miaka?" he asks, and I look up at him…
So please tell me what you think! ^_^ I'm so happy that you've even read up to here, but I'm having writers block right now. So PLEASE do a good reader's job, and review it! I don't care if it's flames or not! ^_^ I'd just be so happy! It will go on from here, I have many more plans for this story. Rating might change, due to later ideas. ^_^*
Midnight.Star