Here is a fan fic I just started writing all of the sudden, and I really like it a lot.
It involves the characters thinking a lot and I really like that. Please review and tell
me what you think. Ohh...I musn't forget the fan fic ritual. *I DO NOT OWN FUSHIGI YUUGI,
IT BELONGS TO YUU WATASE* Yay. I said it. ^_^ And here you are... "Transformed by Love" :
Miaka finished her rice and stared into the large empty wooden bowl. She had been thinking about Nuriko and how he's changed since she first met him. When she had first arrived in the Universe of Four Gods, how long ago that did seem, Nuriko was to her a snooty, stuck up woman stealing Tamahome away from her. But now, Nuriko is a wise, caring man (although still a bit womanly) who Miaka can really bond with. What a drastic change that took place.
Nuriko sat next to Miaka on the porch of the house everyone was staying for the night. He had asked Miaka to come sit with him instead of eating inside like the rest of the seishi. Snow was a thing that interested Nuriko, and he loved watching it fall. It was very beautiful to him, and reminded him or Kourin. He reminisced about the times he and his family went to this very city, Touran, to see the snow. Being here with Kourin in during their yearly visits was so fun and carefree, but now they were here for something more serious, to gain possession of the Shinzaho.
Nuriko: All that rice took you about half a minute to eat. A new record.
Miaka: You're still eating your rice?
Nuriko: Well, I'm not a glutton like you.
Nuriko poked Miaka's forehead, pushed her head back slightly.
Miaka noticed the bowl filled halfway with rice and Nuriko's hand spooning the rest out. The other hand grasped the braid he had cut off the previous meal. Miaka saw that Nuriko would occasionally glance at it for a second.
Miaka: Nuriko... you're hair. Do you regret cutting it at all?
Nuriko clutched the detached braid of violet hair as his hand shook slightly. A few loose hairs escaped the braid and drifted away in the wind.
Nuriko: You know my crossdressing days are over. The clothes and make up are gone, why not do away with the hair as well?
Miaka: It sure took guts. You chopped it off without a second thought or anything!
Nuriko: Well, that's just how I am, Miaka! I guess that's why I've been fated to be one of the Suzaku Seishi. (smiling cheerfully with eyes closed) Anyway, I realized crossdressing won't bring her back. I'm not her. I can't be her...
Nuriko slowly put his head down and stared at the braid.
Miaka looked away for a few seconds, and turned back and saw Nuriko take a bite of rice while smiling a little.
Miaka: But Nuriko, why now? Haven't you been crossdressing since Kourin died? For eight years?
Nuriko swallowed his rice and turned his head to Miaka. He looked into her eyes and thought for a few seconds. He had something he wanted to say for awhile, and now that the subject was brought up, this was the perfect opportunity.
Nuriko: Miaka... since this whole Suzaku business started...
Cutting Nuriko off, Chichiri, Tamahome and Tasuki walked onto the porch.
Chichiri (high pitch and cheerful): The cook of the house wanted me to tell you two that there is plenty of rice left for anyone to eat!
Tasuki (whispering): Yeah... these guys are real rich...
Tamahome grew little hearts and dollar signs around his head.
Miaka: OOOOOH, SECONDS...PLEASE!!!
Miaka dashed into the house with Chichiri, Tamahome and Tasuki following.
Nuriko stared as they walked, feeling a little down now.
***
Inside the huge kitchen, neighboring the dining room, Miaka anxiously spooned out rice and plopped it into her bowl until it was full. She walked into the dining room to say hello to the others.
Nuriko poked his head in the doorway and could see Miaka cheerfully talking with the others. He removed his head from the door and waited for Miaka to come back. He was realizing how much he cared for her while waiting and began to wonder if he loved her at all. And then he thought about Tamahome. Nuriko was fond of Tamahome, but deep inside something boiled in himself whenever he watched Miaka hug him or anything. He had forgotten about Hotohori, and now focused on Miaka. He had been focusing on Miaka a whole lot now.
Miaka: Rice?
Nuriko turned around to see Miaka leaning against the door while holding out a bowl of rice filled to the top. Nuriko's eyes slowly followed Miaka's body from the bottom to top. He realized then that he was in love with her. He loved her voice and how it always sounded cheerful no matter what. He admired her strong personality and even fell in love with her gluttony.
Nuriko nodded and smiled and Miaka poured half the rice into his bowl.
Miaka sat down next to Nuriko and scooted closer to him. The wind blew Miaka's scent towards Nuriko, making him feel weak and love struck. Why was he suddenly like this, so helpless in love... so sudden.
Miaka: Brrr... (crossing her arms and shivering)
Nuriko: Cold, Miaka?
Nuriko wrapped his arms around Miaka from behind and slowly rocked her back and forth.
For a long few minutes that this was happening, Miaka wondered if Nuriko was holding her in a friendly way, or in a different way, sort of like how Tamahome holds her. But she wasn't hating it, she felt comfortable, yet... a little bit uncomfortable at the same time.
Nuriko: Better?
Miaka: Uh, y-yes...
It was this way for a little while until Miaka turned around to stare at Nuriko.
Miaka: Wasn't there something you were about to tell me earlier?
Nuriko: Yes...
Nuriko let go of Miaka and scooted away just a little.
Nuriko: You asked why I decided to give up crossdressing now and why not any other time. There is something I want to tell you, and I hope this doesn't make you feel weird or anything.
Miaka looked at Nuriko with curiosity and she felt like she knew what Nuriko was about to say.
Nuriko: Being around you has brought out the man in me. Since we've first met, I have gotten closer and closer and you have made your way into my heart like no one else... you have changed me in a good way. I don't want to get between you and Tamahome, but I just want to tell you that I feel something for you...and I think it may be love (now quickly)... I- I KNOW it is love...
With that, Nuriko snatched Miaka's hand and moved his face closer to her's. He placed his hand on her shoulder and stared into her eyes. His eyes twitched and grew a little teary and Miaka could tell there was lot's of love in his eyes. She felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder and that was when her heart began to race. She was confused and didn't know how she felt about Nuriko now. She had always thought of him as a close friend, like a relationship you would have with another girl, like a girl talk thing. But now it was different, and she felt like she liked him...almost loved him. She had grown to like him over time, but now it was turning into love. But she denied it, she wanted to deny it so bad because she was supposed to be with Tamahome. She listened to his laughter from the dining room. But then she looked into Nuriko's eyes and the laughter of her lover was regarded as a background noise. Now she saw the man in Nuriko, and she wanted him now.
Their lips pressed together for a few seconds, and then their mouths opened and freed their tongues, enabling them to move freely with each other. Miaka's hand ran through Nuriko's hair...and ran down to where the braid would have been. Nuriko was transformed. And Miaka was the one how had transformed him.
The faces grew apart and their eyes stared into those of one another. Miaka swallowed hard and looked down.
Miaka (whispering): We better stop this.
Miaka's eyes darted over to the doorway of the house.
Nuriko: Yes, I don't know how we ever could explain what just happened...
Miaka: Our little secret (smiling and holding out her pinky).
Nuriko looked at her pinky questionably, and Miaka wrapped her pinky around Nuriko's and shook it.
Miaka: Pinky swear!
Nuriko (nodding): Pinky...swear...
*Laughter*
But the laughter stopped and they stared at each other with the loving look once again.
Chiriko just appeared at the doorway with his arms at his hips.
Chiriko: You two have been outside in the cold for two long... this could result with a cold! (pointing his finger at them) Now come in, we're all about to go to bed!
Chiriko walked back into the house.
Miaka: Chiriko isn't usually this bossy...
They both ran inside.
Miaka stared at Tamahome and had a guilty feeling inside...and Tamahome could tell.
Tamahome: Miaka, is there something wrong?
Miaka (shaking her head): No... (followed by a smile)
Tamahome: Well, see you in the morning, night. :)
Miaka said good night and turned the corner to see Nuriko standing there. He quickly kissed her on the forehead head and when that was done, gave her a loving smile that was sort of a smirk, but kind of cheerful. Miaka went to bed that night with the vision of that smile in her head, and fell asleep with a smile of her own. That night she had seen Nuriko in a way she had never seen him before, and realized that she could really truly grow to love this Nuriko who had been transformed by her love.
It involves the characters thinking a lot and I really like that. Please review and tell
me what you think. Ohh...I musn't forget the fan fic ritual. *I DO NOT OWN FUSHIGI YUUGI,
IT BELONGS TO YUU WATASE* Yay. I said it. ^_^ And here you are... "Transformed by Love" :
Miaka finished her rice and stared into the large empty wooden bowl. She had been thinking about Nuriko and how he's changed since she first met him. When she had first arrived in the Universe of Four Gods, how long ago that did seem, Nuriko was to her a snooty, stuck up woman stealing Tamahome away from her. But now, Nuriko is a wise, caring man (although still a bit womanly) who Miaka can really bond with. What a drastic change that took place.
Nuriko sat next to Miaka on the porch of the house everyone was staying for the night. He had asked Miaka to come sit with him instead of eating inside like the rest of the seishi. Snow was a thing that interested Nuriko, and he loved watching it fall. It was very beautiful to him, and reminded him or Kourin. He reminisced about the times he and his family went to this very city, Touran, to see the snow. Being here with Kourin in during their yearly visits was so fun and carefree, but now they were here for something more serious, to gain possession of the Shinzaho.
Nuriko: All that rice took you about half a minute to eat. A new record.
Miaka: You're still eating your rice?
Nuriko: Well, I'm not a glutton like you.
Nuriko poked Miaka's forehead, pushed her head back slightly.
Miaka noticed the bowl filled halfway with rice and Nuriko's hand spooning the rest out. The other hand grasped the braid he had cut off the previous meal. Miaka saw that Nuriko would occasionally glance at it for a second.
Miaka: Nuriko... you're hair. Do you regret cutting it at all?
Nuriko clutched the detached braid of violet hair as his hand shook slightly. A few loose hairs escaped the braid and drifted away in the wind.
Nuriko: You know my crossdressing days are over. The clothes and make up are gone, why not do away with the hair as well?
Miaka: It sure took guts. You chopped it off without a second thought or anything!
Nuriko: Well, that's just how I am, Miaka! I guess that's why I've been fated to be one of the Suzaku Seishi. (smiling cheerfully with eyes closed) Anyway, I realized crossdressing won't bring her back. I'm not her. I can't be her...
Nuriko slowly put his head down and stared at the braid.
Miaka looked away for a few seconds, and turned back and saw Nuriko take a bite of rice while smiling a little.
Miaka: But Nuriko, why now? Haven't you been crossdressing since Kourin died? For eight years?
Nuriko swallowed his rice and turned his head to Miaka. He looked into her eyes and thought for a few seconds. He had something he wanted to say for awhile, and now that the subject was brought up, this was the perfect opportunity.
Nuriko: Miaka... since this whole Suzaku business started...
Cutting Nuriko off, Chichiri, Tamahome and Tasuki walked onto the porch.
Chichiri (high pitch and cheerful): The cook of the house wanted me to tell you two that there is plenty of rice left for anyone to eat!
Tasuki (whispering): Yeah... these guys are real rich...
Tamahome grew little hearts and dollar signs around his head.
Miaka: OOOOOH, SECONDS...PLEASE!!!
Miaka dashed into the house with Chichiri, Tamahome and Tasuki following.
Nuriko stared as they walked, feeling a little down now.
***
Inside the huge kitchen, neighboring the dining room, Miaka anxiously spooned out rice and plopped it into her bowl until it was full. She walked into the dining room to say hello to the others.
Nuriko poked his head in the doorway and could see Miaka cheerfully talking with the others. He removed his head from the door and waited for Miaka to come back. He was realizing how much he cared for her while waiting and began to wonder if he loved her at all. And then he thought about Tamahome. Nuriko was fond of Tamahome, but deep inside something boiled in himself whenever he watched Miaka hug him or anything. He had forgotten about Hotohori, and now focused on Miaka. He had been focusing on Miaka a whole lot now.
Miaka: Rice?
Nuriko turned around to see Miaka leaning against the door while holding out a bowl of rice filled to the top. Nuriko's eyes slowly followed Miaka's body from the bottom to top. He realized then that he was in love with her. He loved her voice and how it always sounded cheerful no matter what. He admired her strong personality and even fell in love with her gluttony.
Nuriko nodded and smiled and Miaka poured half the rice into his bowl.
Miaka sat down next to Nuriko and scooted closer to him. The wind blew Miaka's scent towards Nuriko, making him feel weak and love struck. Why was he suddenly like this, so helpless in love... so sudden.
Miaka: Brrr... (crossing her arms and shivering)
Nuriko: Cold, Miaka?
Nuriko wrapped his arms around Miaka from behind and slowly rocked her back and forth.
For a long few minutes that this was happening, Miaka wondered if Nuriko was holding her in a friendly way, or in a different way, sort of like how Tamahome holds her. But she wasn't hating it, she felt comfortable, yet... a little bit uncomfortable at the same time.
Nuriko: Better?
Miaka: Uh, y-yes...
It was this way for a little while until Miaka turned around to stare at Nuriko.
Miaka: Wasn't there something you were about to tell me earlier?
Nuriko: Yes...
Nuriko let go of Miaka and scooted away just a little.
Nuriko: You asked why I decided to give up crossdressing now and why not any other time. There is something I want to tell you, and I hope this doesn't make you feel weird or anything.
Miaka looked at Nuriko with curiosity and she felt like she knew what Nuriko was about to say.
Nuriko: Being around you has brought out the man in me. Since we've first met, I have gotten closer and closer and you have made your way into my heart like no one else... you have changed me in a good way. I don't want to get between you and Tamahome, but I just want to tell you that I feel something for you...and I think it may be love (now quickly)... I- I KNOW it is love...
With that, Nuriko snatched Miaka's hand and moved his face closer to her's. He placed his hand on her shoulder and stared into her eyes. His eyes twitched and grew a little teary and Miaka could tell there was lot's of love in his eyes. She felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder and that was when her heart began to race. She was confused and didn't know how she felt about Nuriko now. She had always thought of him as a close friend, like a relationship you would have with another girl, like a girl talk thing. But now it was different, and she felt like she liked him...almost loved him. She had grown to like him over time, but now it was turning into love. But she denied it, she wanted to deny it so bad because she was supposed to be with Tamahome. She listened to his laughter from the dining room. But then she looked into Nuriko's eyes and the laughter of her lover was regarded as a background noise. Now she saw the man in Nuriko, and she wanted him now.
Their lips pressed together for a few seconds, and then their mouths opened and freed their tongues, enabling them to move freely with each other. Miaka's hand ran through Nuriko's hair...and ran down to where the braid would have been. Nuriko was transformed. And Miaka was the one how had transformed him.
The faces grew apart and their eyes stared into those of one another. Miaka swallowed hard and looked down.
Miaka (whispering): We better stop this.
Miaka's eyes darted over to the doorway of the house.
Nuriko: Yes, I don't know how we ever could explain what just happened...
Miaka: Our little secret (smiling and holding out her pinky).
Nuriko looked at her pinky questionably, and Miaka wrapped her pinky around Nuriko's and shook it.
Miaka: Pinky swear!
Nuriko (nodding): Pinky...swear...
*Laughter*
But the laughter stopped and they stared at each other with the loving look once again.
Chiriko just appeared at the doorway with his arms at his hips.
Chiriko: You two have been outside in the cold for two long... this could result with a cold! (pointing his finger at them) Now come in, we're all about to go to bed!
Chiriko walked back into the house.
Miaka: Chiriko isn't usually this bossy...
They both ran inside.
Miaka stared at Tamahome and had a guilty feeling inside...and Tamahome could tell.
Tamahome: Miaka, is there something wrong?
Miaka (shaking her head): No... (followed by a smile)
Tamahome: Well, see you in the morning, night. :)
Miaka said good night and turned the corner to see Nuriko standing there. He quickly kissed her on the forehead head and when that was done, gave her a loving smile that was sort of a smirk, but kind of cheerful. Miaka went to bed that night with the vision of that smile in her head, and fell asleep with a smile of her own. That night she had seen Nuriko in a way she had never seen him before, and realized that she could really truly grow to love this Nuriko who had been transformed by her love.