The Return of Tenkou

A Fushigi Yuugi Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I never have, nor claimed, to own Fushigi Yuugi. Fushigi Yuugi is the property of Yu Watase, as well as the media conglomerates affiliated with her. The only thing in the story that is truly mine is my imagination - nothing more or less!

I will also note that this story contains adult situations, obscene language, violence, and every other aspect of reality (except for the fact that Fushigi Yuugi is under the Fantasy/Sci-Fi genre). If you are not of the legal age in your state and country, I am not responsible for any violations of the law - in the United States, you have to be 17 to view some of these chapters, sometimes even older. Either way, you read at your own risk.

Oh, a fair warning to new Fushigi Yuugi fans: SPOILERS FROM THE SERIES AND THE OVAS! If you do not like spoilers, I would not recommend reading this.

Author's Notes: To be frank, I am a bit hesitant on writing fanfiction. I do not condemn others for doing it, but I always felt like being "unoriginal" when making fanfiction, which in some aspects is true. However, I decided to tackle it to "walk into other's shoes", as well as to get rid of a writer's block on my original fiction, one where reading stories alone cannot break.

I am new with this, so I welcome constructive criticism, but insults will not be tolerated. If you plan to use vague language in your claims (i.e., "it sucks", "that is bad/good", "that is wrong", etc.), please specify what you mean by your claims, or else I will take the criticism with a grain of salt and not even consider it a claim all together. We use vague language all the time (I never claimed to be a strict Vulcan from Star Trek :)), but in this scenario, I do ask to be specific, so that I know what to improve on in future writings. Vague language without explanation not only leaves one open to others inferring what they mean, but also makes one look very irrational, when they may have the ability to act rational - politicians use ambiguous and vague language all the time, by the way. On another note, vague and/or ambiguous language is very relative and subjective; hence I ask for explanations if you use it. I also want to point out that in some cases, using such language creates miscommunication, which caused conflicts in history.

This story takes place after the OVAs. Basically, Miaka and Taka have an offspring now and Miaka matured some in the process. My goal is to have one chapter per day finished, but I will not guarantee achieving such a goal. Sorry, but you have to read further to find more. :) That is all that I will say for now.

Blessings to all,

Saraswati

Prelude

The Eternal Vow

It had been over nine years since Miaka entered the Book of the Four Gods. Despite the conflicts that occurred in the process, those conflicts brought her happiness in the end; those conflicts brought her to Sukunami Taka, who is now her husband, sensei, and good friend. She also spawned a son in the process, who is now six and a half years old and attending school - not to mention learning the Martial Arts from his father. While Taka is the only one working in the family, Miaka contributes her share by not only being a mother and house wife, but by participating in community service, something that suits her big heart.

Even though Taka started off with a major in Ancient History, he cast the major aside to major in Accounting, taking Ancient History only as a minor. With his Master's Degree in Accounting - Masters of Science - to be technical, he received a well-paying job, so that Miaka could stay home and focus on their child, Moukou. Money remained a high priority in Taka's present life, just as it did in his past life. Despite how hard the road was for both him and his love, both are now in a happy, upper-middle class home. The only thing preventing Taka from pursuing better-paying positions is his desire to keep family before money.

Today was the day of Taka and Miaka's anniversary. Both lovers reflected on the years while standing on the white-bricked balcony, embraced in each other's arms. The full moon shimmered, as dark clouds began to shade it.

Miaka wore a silken white kimono, which was tightly wrapped around her petite and well-developed form. Even though she had a tiny belly, one that was thick enough to barely jiggle, she still looked small - for a woman who was pregnant a few years ago. Her eyes were still a moss green and her hair still long and chestnut in color, but darker. Miaka grew into a beautiful young woman; she did not have just that cute and innocent look anymore, but rather a calm, content, and "motherly beauty." Indeed, the girl mellowed with the transcendence from the maiden to the mother.

Taka looked the same as usual, except more toned and muscular from his Martial Arts training. He was just like Tamahome, except that he had a bit more of an education. As a matter of fact, he grew his hair to the point where he had a "rat tail" below the thick and jet-black locks, even though he kept it hidden while in the business world. To Miaka, he was a Tamahome in a gray Italian business suit. His values, his sense of humor - his devotion - were all the same.

"It has been quite a ride, ne?" Taka said in a calm and loving voice while running his calloused hands through Miaka's hair. He did not want to be anywhere else.

"Hai," replied Miaka. "I hope we keep this way, my Taka."

"Likewise, my Miaka," said the husband. "Someday, I hope to tell stories of our adventures to Moukou. Then he can tell his children, and them their children."

"Even though everything remains in the past, the memory shall not die," Miaka cooed.

"Hai," Taka whispered in agreement.

Miaka gently slipped from Taka's embrace, turning around and walking inside their bedroom. She took a look at the room to make sure the wind did not blow any of her husband's papers off his oak desk. Then she found herself scanning the room intensely. Everything was spotless and decorated in a Mediterranean fashion. A small and glass chandelier towered the center of the room. The dresser, closet, and cabinet were completely polished and spotless. Their bed perhaps was the wonder of all the luxurious decorating; white with sheets, covers, and pillow cases made of Egyptian cotton. Under the sheets slept a young boy with soft black hair, olive skin, and the most innocent face ever. The boy smiled in his sleep, bringing a smile to Miaka's face.

"Our little angel sleeps well tonight, he usually has nightmares," Miaka softly whispered.

"He knows that his mother is an angel, is why," Taka whispered from behind while wrapping his arms around Miaka's petite waist. "And he knows that she watches her everyday."

Miaka could not help but to blush. She turned around to face Taka, placing her arms around his neck and nuzzling into his business attire. "You are too kind to say so..."

"Do you doubt the words of your husband?" asked Taka as he held Miaka tighter.

"Of course no..." began Miaka before a mouth covered hers. "Mmph."

Taka slowly released, saying, "Of course not." Then he chuckled.

The two paused for a moment, deeply staring into each other's eyes. Before too long, Taka broke the silence.

"I...wanted to tell you something tonight," Taka said with intensity in his voice.

"Hmmm?" hummed the brunette.

Taka closed his eyes for a moment, releasing a sigh, almost meditating during the moment. He pursed his lips before he continued what he was going to say.

"If anything happens to me...I," the man began, before taking another pause. "If anything happens to me, I want you to take good care of yourself and..."

"What are you talking about!?" shouted Miaka, before covering her mouth, realizing her mistake. Even though the woman matured quite a bit since her high school years, she still had to work on her impulse control. Shortly after the shout, the two heard a youthful yawn. Taka released a sigh, realizing what Miaka just did. Miaka turned to the bedroom, seeing her little boy out of bed and merely a yard from the two.

"Mammy, what are you and daddy fighting about?" inquired little Moukou. The question sent the two in shock, since they rarely fought at all, especially in front of their own child.

Both parents' faces tensed in embarrassment. Miaka stepped forward, kneeling before her son and putting her hands gently on his small shoulders. "Uh...sweetheart, we were not fighting at all! I just...accidentally yelled. Mommy is sorry, okay? Please go to sleep for mommy. You have school tomorrow. Plus, if you be good tomorrow, mommy will treat you to a strawberry shortcake!"

"YAY!" exclaimed the sleepy child. He hugged his mother tightly and crawled back into bed in less than ten seconds. Miaka blushed, realizing their common weakness: food.

Taka rolled his eyes while Miaka turned back to him. She calmly asked, "What were you talking about now? Anything happen to you?"

"I am not saying that it will, I am saying that it might...I mean, I am in a risky position in my job and no one knows when someone will try to attack us," Taka stuttered. He placed his hands on the girl's well-toned shoulders; she obviously have been as active as he. "Regardless of the circumstances, I will put my life on the line before yours. You do not realize how much you mean to me, words nor actions alone cannot express how much I love you and our gift from the Gods - Moukou. I will tear through the Heavens and Hells to assure your safety. By the Gods, I swear this..."

After Taka finished his rambles, he suddenly took notice of Miaka's tears streaming down her face. All he heard from her was, "Taka..."

The lovers embraced, before walking inside and closing the windows. They retired in their bed, holding their child safely in their arms.