DISCLAIMER: None of it's mine, la la la...wish it was. *grumbles*
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As will rapidly become apparent, this is an AU fic. The general concept is, what if Miaka's last wish to Suzaku had been different? More to come soon! :)
"The Last Wish"
by Ryuen
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The words of her companions faded around her, left her standing alone and warm in the fiery depths of Suzaku's power. "Suzaku," she said, her voice strong and determined in the sudden silence. "Make it so the book never existed at all...so the other world never existed...but...but, make it so everyone who lived there existed in the real world, instead! Make it so they all exist here, now, with me!" Her eyes grew wide, frantic, and she raised her arms in pleading. "Onegai, Suzaku! Make them real!"
Suzaku inclined his head a fraction of an inch, and then everything was consumed in a bright flash of pure, holy crimson light.
~ ~ ~
"Miaka! MIAAAAAKAAAAAA!"
It was a long moment before the voice registered in her ears. "Oniichan?" she asked the darkness, sitting up straight in the bed. She was bathed in a cool, icy sweat, shaking with reaction from the sudden plunge into wakefulness. Abruptly, however, the memories surged back into her conscious mind, made her eyes widen and the breath stick in her lungs. What had...where had... She shook her head, glanced around in confusion...Nakago...and...and Tamahome...everyone... Ack, her last wish!! Had...had it worked?? Shaking, Miaka disentangled herself from the blankets and leaped from her bed, ran to the door so quickly that she nearly tripped over a large blue stuffed animal she'd left lying on the floor, went tumbling into the side of her dresser.
"Miaka! Come on, I'm tired!"
Oniichan. What...
She heard a low groan from downstairs. "Miaaaaaaaaka!"
"Coming!" she called back, tugging open the door with one hand and stepping hurriedly out into the hallway. A moment later, she'd bounced down the steps, stood staring up at her weary-eyed, blond-haired brother, a brief wash of confusion surging over her. What HAD happened? Had the wish worked? Was everyone...was everyone...?
"Miaka," Keisuke growled, looking highly irritated. "Did you stop to eat on the way or something?"
She stared at him, uncomprehending. Keisuke let out an exasperated sigh and raised his hand, held it irritably before her. "Phone's for you," he muttered, rubbing wearily at his eyes. "You're lucky it didn't wake Mom up."
Miaka took the proffered receiver, held it in trembling fingers. "Wh...who is it?" she stammered, suddenly very afraid of what might await her when she pulled the phone to her ear. A chill, icy sensation was growing in her stomach, rolling within her until she wondered whether she was hungry...or if maybe she was going to throw up. She grimaced. Noting the expression, Keisuke took a wary step back, raised his hands as if to ward her away.
"Miaka, I TOLD you not to have that fifth helping tonight...I told you...!" As he spoke, the young man backed away, looking panicked. "Goodnight!"
"But...but, Oniichan...!"
It was too late. Keisuke had thundered up the stairs and retreated into his bedroom. A door slammed.
Sighing, Miaka stared at the receiver in her hand, trembling but not quite understanding why.
//This is my answer,\\ she thought suddenly, clenching her teeth in fear and a bit of nervous hope. //On the other end of this line is...is my answer. I just...I just know it.\\
Shaking, more scared than she could remember being since she'd thought Tamahome was lost forever to the kodoku, Miaka lifted the receiver, placed it against her ear, and spoke. "H...hello?"
There was a slight pause. "Miaka!" came a bright, familiar voice from the other end. "What took you so long? Stop to eat on the way to the phone?"
Miaka froze. Suddenly, there was no breath in her lungs, no strength in her muscles...the receiver dropped heavily from her hands, thudded down onto the carpeting, bounced once, and lay still. Hand flying to her mouth, Miaka sank weakly to the floor, spent a long moment fighting back the shocked, startled tears.
At last, still trembling and barely able to force her muscles into action, Miaka reached to the floor, grabbed up the receiver, and placed it against her ear. Her voice was low and shaky. "N...Nuriko?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As will rapidly become apparent, this is an AU fic. The general concept is, what if Miaka's last wish to Suzaku had been different? More to come soon! :)
"The Last Wish"
by Ryuen
---
The words of her companions faded around her, left her standing alone and warm in the fiery depths of Suzaku's power. "Suzaku," she said, her voice strong and determined in the sudden silence. "Make it so the book never existed at all...so the other world never existed...but...but, make it so everyone who lived there existed in the real world, instead! Make it so they all exist here, now, with me!" Her eyes grew wide, frantic, and she raised her arms in pleading. "Onegai, Suzaku! Make them real!"
Suzaku inclined his head a fraction of an inch, and then everything was consumed in a bright flash of pure, holy crimson light.
~ ~ ~
"Miaka! MIAAAAAKAAAAAA!"
It was a long moment before the voice registered in her ears. "Oniichan?" she asked the darkness, sitting up straight in the bed. She was bathed in a cool, icy sweat, shaking with reaction from the sudden plunge into wakefulness. Abruptly, however, the memories surged back into her conscious mind, made her eyes widen and the breath stick in her lungs. What had...where had... She shook her head, glanced around in confusion...Nakago...and...and Tamahome...everyone... Ack, her last wish!! Had...had it worked?? Shaking, Miaka disentangled herself from the blankets and leaped from her bed, ran to the door so quickly that she nearly tripped over a large blue stuffed animal she'd left lying on the floor, went tumbling into the side of her dresser.
"Miaka! Come on, I'm tired!"
Oniichan. What...
She heard a low groan from downstairs. "Miaaaaaaaaka!"
"Coming!" she called back, tugging open the door with one hand and stepping hurriedly out into the hallway. A moment later, she'd bounced down the steps, stood staring up at her weary-eyed, blond-haired brother, a brief wash of confusion surging over her. What HAD happened? Had the wish worked? Was everyone...was everyone...?
"Miaka," Keisuke growled, looking highly irritated. "Did you stop to eat on the way or something?"
She stared at him, uncomprehending. Keisuke let out an exasperated sigh and raised his hand, held it irritably before her. "Phone's for you," he muttered, rubbing wearily at his eyes. "You're lucky it didn't wake Mom up."
Miaka took the proffered receiver, held it in trembling fingers. "Wh...who is it?" she stammered, suddenly very afraid of what might await her when she pulled the phone to her ear. A chill, icy sensation was growing in her stomach, rolling within her until she wondered whether she was hungry...or if maybe she was going to throw up. She grimaced. Noting the expression, Keisuke took a wary step back, raised his hands as if to ward her away.
"Miaka, I TOLD you not to have that fifth helping tonight...I told you...!" As he spoke, the young man backed away, looking panicked. "Goodnight!"
"But...but, Oniichan...!"
It was too late. Keisuke had thundered up the stairs and retreated into his bedroom. A door slammed.
Sighing, Miaka stared at the receiver in her hand, trembling but not quite understanding why.
//This is my answer,\\ she thought suddenly, clenching her teeth in fear and a bit of nervous hope. //On the other end of this line is...is my answer. I just...I just know it.\\
Shaking, more scared than she could remember being since she'd thought Tamahome was lost forever to the kodoku, Miaka lifted the receiver, placed it against her ear, and spoke. "H...hello?"
There was a slight pause. "Miaka!" came a bright, familiar voice from the other end. "What took you so long? Stop to eat on the way to the phone?"
Miaka froze. Suddenly, there was no breath in her lungs, no strength in her muscles...the receiver dropped heavily from her hands, thudded down onto the carpeting, bounced once, and lay still. Hand flying to her mouth, Miaka sank weakly to the floor, spent a long moment fighting back the shocked, startled tears.
At last, still trembling and barely able to force her muscles into action, Miaka reached to the floor, grabbed up the receiver, and placed it against her ear. Her voice was low and shaky. "N...Nuriko?"