Author's note: Ok, this is my first fushigi yuugi fic so bare with me.
Umm…I don't own fushigi yuugi, Yu Watase does (though I want to own it).
And avoid the destruction of clocks, they're people too…. Also, mild
cursing but not much else so I guess if you think it shouldn't be PG, tell
me. Enjoy!
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Miko rolled out of bed onto the floor with a thump. She untangled herself from the covers and grabbed the alarm clock off the bed. After two attempts at turning the retched thing off and failing, she smashed it on the floor. She sighed in relief when she was rewarded with silence. She was about to curl herself up in the covers again, not bothering to get back on the bed, when her father rushed in.
"What happened, I heard something brake?"
He stared at his daughter with a mixed look of confusion and worry on his face. He was tall and surprisingly hansom and dashing for a grown man with a daughter of sixteen. His messy blue hair just added to his rugged charm. He glanced over at the 'clock' in multiple pieces about floor.
"What happened here?" he asked, turning back to Miko.
From under her covers, she mumbled, "I couldn't seem to turn the alarm clock off so I was forced to use an alternate method."
"Braking it?!" he replied with wide eyes.
"The damn thing wouldn't turn off."
"Miko! Watch your language!"
"Come on dad, don't tell me you didn't swear when you were my age!"
"Yes, but it was different when I was your age, there was a lot of fighting going on."
"Dad, it was twenty-one years age, I've read the history books, times haven't changed that much."
"You have no idea," he whispered under his breath.
She didn't catch it but went back under her covers.
"Come on, you have to get ready." He tried to yank the covers off her but she had a firm grip on them. She glared at him, barring her cute little fangs, which she got neither from her father or her mother.
"Don't you dare."
He stared back at her for a moment with the same unwavering eyes. Finally he relented and dropped the covers.
"Fine, keep the covers for now but get ready."
She sat up, letting the covers stay at her side on the floor. "Why?"
"Because we're going to your uncles house."
"What!? Uncle Keisuke, why?"
"He want's to spend time with you one your birthday."
"My birthday was yesterday."
"Well, he was busy yesterday."
Miko sighed and crossed her arms. "But Uncle Keisuke's a loon."
"What?! Where did you get that idea?"
"He keeps telling me bogus storie-" she covered her mouth. Uncle had told her not to tell her parents.
Miko's father raised an eyebrow at this, "What kind of stories?"
Well, the cat was already out of the bag, she might as well tell him. She didn't look at him, but twiddled her thumbs, "About you and mom and some weird book."
His expression almost changed to a look of fear but it was quickly gone.
"Get ready Miko," he continued, pretending the subject of these stories never came up, "get dressed and put your hair up in buns, you know how much your mother likes them."
"But I'm not mom and I hate them," she ran her fingers through her hair. It was blue, like her dad's but a little darker and much longer. It hung down about her waist while her bangs fell in front of her eyes.
Miko's father smiled at his daughter with a slit smirk on his face. She was his pride and joy, he didn't mind fighting of the flock of boys wanting to go out with her if she fought with him (and she always did). He didn't mind her having the familiar short temper and sarcastic humor of an orange haired bandit he knew, even though she had never met him (he always did wonder how she got those traits). He was just glad to see some of himself in the girl, his looks, his strength, his courage. She was his daughter, and it made him smile.
"What are you grinning about, Dad?" she asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"Oh nothing, just thinking about how proud I am of you."
She gave him a half grin, "Thanks dad but get out, I need to change," and she shoved him out, slamming the door behind him.
He shook his head and walked into the kitchen to his wife making breakfast.
She looked up from her cooking at him, "So, Taka, what happened?"
He looked confused and then remembered, "Oh, she broke her alarm clock."
His wife gasped, "Is she alright? How did it break?"
"She got annoying with it and smashed it on the ground," he replied as he got himself a glass of orange juice.
She sighed, "I swear, that girl is getting more like Tasuki everyday."
Taka put his hands on his wife's shoulders, "Miaka, we have bigger problems then our sixteen year old daughter taking after an orange haired, short tempered bandit she's never even met before."
Miaka turned around to face Taka, "What's wrong?"
"Your brother has been telling her about the Universe of the Four Gods."
Miaka gasped, "No, he couldn't be, he promised."
"He has, and Miko just accidentally told me that Keisuke has been telling her those stories for awhile now."
"Accidentally?"
"She blurted it out."
"Oh."
"Luckily, she thinks he's crazy."
Miaka giggled. She stared into Taka's eyes, "She thinks Keisuke's nuts?"
He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and smiled, "Yeah…"
He gently kissed her, feeling like he was seventeen again.
Miko came out of her room dressed in blue jeans and a tight red shirt with a picture of the Tokyo Tower on the front and "Tokyo" written in the same black design as the tower. Her hair was not tied up in the buns like she was told to do but in a long braid, hinging over her shoulder to about her waist. She walked behind the kissing couple and got out a bowl and some cereal. She took both to the table and poured herself some breakfast. She returned to the kitchen for milk and a spoon, continuing to ignore her parents. They finally noticed her on her third trip to return the milk to the fridge.
Taka broke away from Miaka, "Miko, I thought I told you to put your hair up in buns."
"Yes," added Maika, "they look so cute that way."
Miko shuddered. "But I hate them that way."
Her parents sighed. How could they win against a teenage girl with the determination of Taka and the personality of Tasuki?
"And I made eggs!" added Miaka, holding up the pan with black egg-ish looking things cakes to the center.
Miko just stared at it for a moment, "HA!"
Miko went to finish her breakfast as Miaka looked back at her 'eggs' with confusion when she turned the pan over and the charcoal contents did not come off.
Miko quickly finished off her cereal and put her dish in the dishwasher. She grabbed her coat off the coat rack and opened the door. She turned back and shouted to her parents, who were attempted to eat breakfast in the kitchen, "I'll meet you slowpokes at Uncle Keisuke's house." She closed the door and the sound of her new car pulling out of the driveway was heard.
Taka turned towards the sound, "She just had to get her license right off the bat, and your mother got her that car."
"Oh, leave her alone, she's a good kid."
"Yeah, that's why I don't want her to get mixed up with the book. If she knew it was true she'd be there in a heart beat."
"I know, she's too adventurous."
"She curious…"
"Why? We give her everything she needs-"
"But she can tell when we're lying."
"We don't lie to her."
"What about how we met?"
"We met in high school, that's true."
"Not entirely. She's not as ignorant as you were."
"Hey!"
"Sorry."
"You just don't want to lose her."
"And you do?! She could really get hurt in the book."
"I meant to a man."
Taka was confused, "What do you mean?"
"You don't want her to fall in love…you don't want to lose her to someone else."
Taka just stared at Maika. He couldn't find anything to say except, "Come on, we'd better get going."
Miaka nodded, content with dropping the subject for now and the two headed towards the front door. They got their coats and went out, closing and locking the door behind them.
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Miko pulled into her Uncle's driveway, enjoying the ride in her new black Toyota jeep. As she got out of the car Keisuke came running out the door.
"Miko! My favorite niece, how are you?" He rapped her in a hug and kissed her check.
"I'm your only niece and I'm fine."
"That's good to hear, but come in, come in, I've got a present for you. Where are your parents?"
"Oh, those two were having fun making out so I went ahead of them, they should be here soon."
"Good, that gives me time to finish up the story. I can't believe I'm almost done telling you the whole thing and wait until you hear about…" Miko's Uncle carried on into the house and offered her a seat at the kitchen table so he could finish.
Miko sighed quietly to herself. She loved her Uncle dearly but he was insane. She started him on this ridiculous tale by asking him how she got her name after receiving "because your our little priestess" from her parents. It was simply impossible for her mother to be sucked into a book, become the Suzaku no Miko, save Konan, and get all the guys…she was far to stupid. No one, except Miko, seemed to grasp the concept that Miaka was a ditz. She was neither brave nor bright and she didn't know what her father saw in that woman. The girl in the stories couldn't be her mother. Of course, the girl did run away from danger…and depend on everyone else…that sounded very much like her mom…yeah, maybe it is her, oh wait, there's just one little fact getting in the way…HER UNCLE WAS A LOON AND THE TALE WAS A PIECE OF BULLSHIT!!
"Miko! Miko, are you listening to me?"
Uncle Keisuke brought Miko back to reality. "Oh, sorry Uncle, I guess I got a little distracted."
"It's all right, now where was I?"
"Everyone dies?"
"Oh yes. After the final battle, only Miaka, Chichiri, Tasuki, and Amiboshi lived. However, through some miracle, Tamahome can back to her (your mother) and lived here, in the real world. Then there was trouble in the book and he was pulled back again. There was a new Genbu no Miko and the course of event was threatening to erase all the Mikos from history. Eventually they stopped her and it turned out to be Yui and she was under some spell. It's all very confusing, but Tamahome could only come back to our world if he came as Taka, with none of his former memories…"
Her uncle continued to ramble on about how Miaka went back to Konan to get these jewels that contained Taka's memories and something or another. By this time, Miko had fallen asleep and her Uncle would have heard her snoring if he hadn't been talking so loud. The next thing the Miko remembered was waking up to her father lightly slapping her face.
"I'm listening Uncle, I'm listening!"
Taka looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "And what were you listening to so intently?"
Miko glanced back and forth between her parents and her uncle, who was making a slashing movement across his neck, which either meant he would kill her if she told, or ixnay on the orystay.
"Just a story he was telling me."
"And this wouldn't be somehow about your mother and I, would it?"
Busted. Keisuke's mouth dropped as he realized they knew. Miko gave her uncle an innocent half smile and he returned it with a bone chilling death glare. Miko slouched down in her chair and covered her face with her hands.
Taka turned to Keisuke, "How could you tell her?"
"You promised me, Brother!" Miaka shouted.
Miko was confused. Why did her parents care so much about a stupid story? It was just a fairy tale…right?
"Come on," replied Keisuke, "I think she had a right to know. Besides, now that you two know, it makes it easier to give her her birthday present."
Miaka's eyes went wide, "You don't mean…"
"Yep!"
Taka was quickly holding Keisuke by the collar. "No, Keisuke, no! I don't want her to have it. She could get hurt!"
"Oh please, she can take care of herself. She's not Miaka!"
"Hey!"
He shrugged, "Sorry, sis."
"AHEM!" Everyone looked at Miko. "Did anyone realize I'm still in the room?" They simply stared at her for a moment and went back to their conversation.
"Besides, it probably won't suck her in anyway," Keisuke continued.
"But it might!!" Miaka and Taka yelled at the same time.
"'But it might' what?" Miko tried to interrupt, but no use.
"I won't permit it!" Taka announced.
"'Won't permit' what?"
"She deserves to know what happened during that period of your lives! She deserves to know the powers she's inheriting!"
"You already told her, what's the purpose of giving her the book? Please don't do it Keisuke!" Miaka pleaded.
Miko finally stepped between her parents and her Uncle. "Now will someone tell me what this is all about, considering it seems to revolve around me!"
Keisuke ran into another room and Taka yelled after him, "Get back her Keisuke!"
He tried to chase after him but Miko stood in his way.
Taka glared at her, "Miko, move."
"Not until I'm told what this is all about."
"Don't challenge me. I don't want to fight you."
Miko bared her fangs; "You won't win if you fight."
"Humph, arrogant! Damnit, why did you have to turn out like Tasuki!?"
Miko's eyes went wide. This didn't offend her but just shocked her. She remembered Tasuki from her Uncle's stories but here her father was comparing his daughter to a fictional character.
Taka caught her shock and quickly tried to make up for his last comment. "Miko, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"But you said it…does that mean Tasuki is a real person?"
Taka held his breath, he didn't know how to answer that but it turned out Keisuke would answer it for him.
"Of course, why don't you believe?"
Miko looked at her Uncle, "You expected me to believe that my mother was a heroine…please, that's a big stretch."
"Hey!!"
"Sorry."
"Well, it's true, "said Keisuke, "and it's all in this book." He held out the Universe of the Four Gods to Miko.
Miko took the book and just held it, not opening it.
Miaka put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Please don't do anything foolish…I don't want you getting hurt."
She sighed, "I know…"
"You don't have to read it, but think about it, it's there if you want to," said Keisuke.
"Miko, "asked Miaka, "I just want to know one thing…why did you ask your Uncle to tell you about that story anyway?"
"My name."
"What?"
"I didn't understand why you named me 'priestess'…and you and Dad refused to tell me the truth."
Taka sighed, "I'm sorry…"
The four were quite for a moment, then Keisuke interrupted, "Well, I think we've had enough of this. You have the book, that's done with, now who wants cake."
Miaka ran into the kitchen without a second thought and Keisuke followed her. Miko began walking in and her father stopped her.
"If you want to read the book, I have only one warning…be careful." He went ahead of her into the kitchen, then appeared in the doorway again.
"Oh, by the way…you would have beaten me…if we fought. Just thought you'd like to hear that."
Miko smiled, showing her fangs again, "Thanks, Dad."
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Author's note: Man, I just felt I had to post this. I didn't get a lot of response on my original stories so, considering this is fanfiction.net, I thought I should try putting up an actual fanfiction. I hope you liked it and please review, toodles!!!
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BRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!
Miko rolled out of bed onto the floor with a thump. She untangled herself from the covers and grabbed the alarm clock off the bed. After two attempts at turning the retched thing off and failing, she smashed it on the floor. She sighed in relief when she was rewarded with silence. She was about to curl herself up in the covers again, not bothering to get back on the bed, when her father rushed in.
"What happened, I heard something brake?"
He stared at his daughter with a mixed look of confusion and worry on his face. He was tall and surprisingly hansom and dashing for a grown man with a daughter of sixteen. His messy blue hair just added to his rugged charm. He glanced over at the 'clock' in multiple pieces about floor.
"What happened here?" he asked, turning back to Miko.
From under her covers, she mumbled, "I couldn't seem to turn the alarm clock off so I was forced to use an alternate method."
"Braking it?!" he replied with wide eyes.
"The damn thing wouldn't turn off."
"Miko! Watch your language!"
"Come on dad, don't tell me you didn't swear when you were my age!"
"Yes, but it was different when I was your age, there was a lot of fighting going on."
"Dad, it was twenty-one years age, I've read the history books, times haven't changed that much."
"You have no idea," he whispered under his breath.
She didn't catch it but went back under her covers.
"Come on, you have to get ready." He tried to yank the covers off her but she had a firm grip on them. She glared at him, barring her cute little fangs, which she got neither from her father or her mother.
"Don't you dare."
He stared back at her for a moment with the same unwavering eyes. Finally he relented and dropped the covers.
"Fine, keep the covers for now but get ready."
She sat up, letting the covers stay at her side on the floor. "Why?"
"Because we're going to your uncles house."
"What!? Uncle Keisuke, why?"
"He want's to spend time with you one your birthday."
"My birthday was yesterday."
"Well, he was busy yesterday."
Miko sighed and crossed her arms. "But Uncle Keisuke's a loon."
"What?! Where did you get that idea?"
"He keeps telling me bogus storie-" she covered her mouth. Uncle had told her not to tell her parents.
Miko's father raised an eyebrow at this, "What kind of stories?"
Well, the cat was already out of the bag, she might as well tell him. She didn't look at him, but twiddled her thumbs, "About you and mom and some weird book."
His expression almost changed to a look of fear but it was quickly gone.
"Get ready Miko," he continued, pretending the subject of these stories never came up, "get dressed and put your hair up in buns, you know how much your mother likes them."
"But I'm not mom and I hate them," she ran her fingers through her hair. It was blue, like her dad's but a little darker and much longer. It hung down about her waist while her bangs fell in front of her eyes.
Miko's father smiled at his daughter with a slit smirk on his face. She was his pride and joy, he didn't mind fighting of the flock of boys wanting to go out with her if she fought with him (and she always did). He didn't mind her having the familiar short temper and sarcastic humor of an orange haired bandit he knew, even though she had never met him (he always did wonder how she got those traits). He was just glad to see some of himself in the girl, his looks, his strength, his courage. She was his daughter, and it made him smile.
"What are you grinning about, Dad?" she asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"Oh nothing, just thinking about how proud I am of you."
She gave him a half grin, "Thanks dad but get out, I need to change," and she shoved him out, slamming the door behind him.
He shook his head and walked into the kitchen to his wife making breakfast.
She looked up from her cooking at him, "So, Taka, what happened?"
He looked confused and then remembered, "Oh, she broke her alarm clock."
His wife gasped, "Is she alright? How did it break?"
"She got annoying with it and smashed it on the ground," he replied as he got himself a glass of orange juice.
She sighed, "I swear, that girl is getting more like Tasuki everyday."
Taka put his hands on his wife's shoulders, "Miaka, we have bigger problems then our sixteen year old daughter taking after an orange haired, short tempered bandit she's never even met before."
Miaka turned around to face Taka, "What's wrong?"
"Your brother has been telling her about the Universe of the Four Gods."
Miaka gasped, "No, he couldn't be, he promised."
"He has, and Miko just accidentally told me that Keisuke has been telling her those stories for awhile now."
"Accidentally?"
"She blurted it out."
"Oh."
"Luckily, she thinks he's crazy."
Miaka giggled. She stared into Taka's eyes, "She thinks Keisuke's nuts?"
He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and smiled, "Yeah…"
He gently kissed her, feeling like he was seventeen again.
Miko came out of her room dressed in blue jeans and a tight red shirt with a picture of the Tokyo Tower on the front and "Tokyo" written in the same black design as the tower. Her hair was not tied up in the buns like she was told to do but in a long braid, hinging over her shoulder to about her waist. She walked behind the kissing couple and got out a bowl and some cereal. She took both to the table and poured herself some breakfast. She returned to the kitchen for milk and a spoon, continuing to ignore her parents. They finally noticed her on her third trip to return the milk to the fridge.
Taka broke away from Miaka, "Miko, I thought I told you to put your hair up in buns."
"Yes," added Maika, "they look so cute that way."
Miko shuddered. "But I hate them that way."
Her parents sighed. How could they win against a teenage girl with the determination of Taka and the personality of Tasuki?
"And I made eggs!" added Miaka, holding up the pan with black egg-ish looking things cakes to the center.
Miko just stared at it for a moment, "HA!"
Miko went to finish her breakfast as Miaka looked back at her 'eggs' with confusion when she turned the pan over and the charcoal contents did not come off.
Miko quickly finished off her cereal and put her dish in the dishwasher. She grabbed her coat off the coat rack and opened the door. She turned back and shouted to her parents, who were attempted to eat breakfast in the kitchen, "I'll meet you slowpokes at Uncle Keisuke's house." She closed the door and the sound of her new car pulling out of the driveway was heard.
Taka turned towards the sound, "She just had to get her license right off the bat, and your mother got her that car."
"Oh, leave her alone, she's a good kid."
"Yeah, that's why I don't want her to get mixed up with the book. If she knew it was true she'd be there in a heart beat."
"I know, she's too adventurous."
"She curious…"
"Why? We give her everything she needs-"
"But she can tell when we're lying."
"We don't lie to her."
"What about how we met?"
"We met in high school, that's true."
"Not entirely. She's not as ignorant as you were."
"Hey!"
"Sorry."
"You just don't want to lose her."
"And you do?! She could really get hurt in the book."
"I meant to a man."
Taka was confused, "What do you mean?"
"You don't want her to fall in love…you don't want to lose her to someone else."
Taka just stared at Maika. He couldn't find anything to say except, "Come on, we'd better get going."
Miaka nodded, content with dropping the subject for now and the two headed towards the front door. They got their coats and went out, closing and locking the door behind them.
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Miko pulled into her Uncle's driveway, enjoying the ride in her new black Toyota jeep. As she got out of the car Keisuke came running out the door.
"Miko! My favorite niece, how are you?" He rapped her in a hug and kissed her check.
"I'm your only niece and I'm fine."
"That's good to hear, but come in, come in, I've got a present for you. Where are your parents?"
"Oh, those two were having fun making out so I went ahead of them, they should be here soon."
"Good, that gives me time to finish up the story. I can't believe I'm almost done telling you the whole thing and wait until you hear about…" Miko's Uncle carried on into the house and offered her a seat at the kitchen table so he could finish.
Miko sighed quietly to herself. She loved her Uncle dearly but he was insane. She started him on this ridiculous tale by asking him how she got her name after receiving "because your our little priestess" from her parents. It was simply impossible for her mother to be sucked into a book, become the Suzaku no Miko, save Konan, and get all the guys…she was far to stupid. No one, except Miko, seemed to grasp the concept that Miaka was a ditz. She was neither brave nor bright and she didn't know what her father saw in that woman. The girl in the stories couldn't be her mother. Of course, the girl did run away from danger…and depend on everyone else…that sounded very much like her mom…yeah, maybe it is her, oh wait, there's just one little fact getting in the way…HER UNCLE WAS A LOON AND THE TALE WAS A PIECE OF BULLSHIT!!
"Miko! Miko, are you listening to me?"
Uncle Keisuke brought Miko back to reality. "Oh, sorry Uncle, I guess I got a little distracted."
"It's all right, now where was I?"
"Everyone dies?"
"Oh yes. After the final battle, only Miaka, Chichiri, Tasuki, and Amiboshi lived. However, through some miracle, Tamahome can back to her (your mother) and lived here, in the real world. Then there was trouble in the book and he was pulled back again. There was a new Genbu no Miko and the course of event was threatening to erase all the Mikos from history. Eventually they stopped her and it turned out to be Yui and she was under some spell. It's all very confusing, but Tamahome could only come back to our world if he came as Taka, with none of his former memories…"
Her uncle continued to ramble on about how Miaka went back to Konan to get these jewels that contained Taka's memories and something or another. By this time, Miko had fallen asleep and her Uncle would have heard her snoring if he hadn't been talking so loud. The next thing the Miko remembered was waking up to her father lightly slapping her face.
"I'm listening Uncle, I'm listening!"
Taka looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "And what were you listening to so intently?"
Miko glanced back and forth between her parents and her uncle, who was making a slashing movement across his neck, which either meant he would kill her if she told, or ixnay on the orystay.
"Just a story he was telling me."
"And this wouldn't be somehow about your mother and I, would it?"
Busted. Keisuke's mouth dropped as he realized they knew. Miko gave her uncle an innocent half smile and he returned it with a bone chilling death glare. Miko slouched down in her chair and covered her face with her hands.
Taka turned to Keisuke, "How could you tell her?"
"You promised me, Brother!" Miaka shouted.
Miko was confused. Why did her parents care so much about a stupid story? It was just a fairy tale…right?
"Come on," replied Keisuke, "I think she had a right to know. Besides, now that you two know, it makes it easier to give her her birthday present."
Miaka's eyes went wide, "You don't mean…"
"Yep!"
Taka was quickly holding Keisuke by the collar. "No, Keisuke, no! I don't want her to have it. She could get hurt!"
"Oh please, she can take care of herself. She's not Miaka!"
"Hey!"
He shrugged, "Sorry, sis."
"AHEM!" Everyone looked at Miko. "Did anyone realize I'm still in the room?" They simply stared at her for a moment and went back to their conversation.
"Besides, it probably won't suck her in anyway," Keisuke continued.
"But it might!!" Miaka and Taka yelled at the same time.
"'But it might' what?" Miko tried to interrupt, but no use.
"I won't permit it!" Taka announced.
"'Won't permit' what?"
"She deserves to know what happened during that period of your lives! She deserves to know the powers she's inheriting!"
"You already told her, what's the purpose of giving her the book? Please don't do it Keisuke!" Miaka pleaded.
Miko finally stepped between her parents and her Uncle. "Now will someone tell me what this is all about, considering it seems to revolve around me!"
Keisuke ran into another room and Taka yelled after him, "Get back her Keisuke!"
He tried to chase after him but Miko stood in his way.
Taka glared at her, "Miko, move."
"Not until I'm told what this is all about."
"Don't challenge me. I don't want to fight you."
Miko bared her fangs; "You won't win if you fight."
"Humph, arrogant! Damnit, why did you have to turn out like Tasuki!?"
Miko's eyes went wide. This didn't offend her but just shocked her. She remembered Tasuki from her Uncle's stories but here her father was comparing his daughter to a fictional character.
Taka caught her shock and quickly tried to make up for his last comment. "Miko, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"But you said it…does that mean Tasuki is a real person?"
Taka held his breath, he didn't know how to answer that but it turned out Keisuke would answer it for him.
"Of course, why don't you believe?"
Miko looked at her Uncle, "You expected me to believe that my mother was a heroine…please, that's a big stretch."
"Hey!!"
"Sorry."
"Well, it's true, "said Keisuke, "and it's all in this book." He held out the Universe of the Four Gods to Miko.
Miko took the book and just held it, not opening it.
Miaka put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Please don't do anything foolish…I don't want you getting hurt."
She sighed, "I know…"
"You don't have to read it, but think about it, it's there if you want to," said Keisuke.
"Miko, "asked Miaka, "I just want to know one thing…why did you ask your Uncle to tell you about that story anyway?"
"My name."
"What?"
"I didn't understand why you named me 'priestess'…and you and Dad refused to tell me the truth."
Taka sighed, "I'm sorry…"
The four were quite for a moment, then Keisuke interrupted, "Well, I think we've had enough of this. You have the book, that's done with, now who wants cake."
Miaka ran into the kitchen without a second thought and Keisuke followed her. Miko began walking in and her father stopped her.
"If you want to read the book, I have only one warning…be careful." He went ahead of her into the kitchen, then appeared in the doorway again.
"Oh, by the way…you would have beaten me…if we fought. Just thought you'd like to hear that."
Miko smiled, showing her fangs again, "Thanks, Dad."
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Author's note: Man, I just felt I had to post this. I didn't get a lot of response on my original stories so, considering this is fanfiction.net, I thought I should try putting up an actual fanfiction. I hope you liked it and please review, toodles!!!