Disclaimer: Do not own FY!
AN: Ah...now this story I have been wanting to write for awhile now, perhaps a bit happier than this one, but oh well...can't have everything...and yeah, I have altered parts in this from the manga to keep it from being a direct copy, and I've sorta 'abbreviated' some death scenes that she flashes back to...
Always and Forever
Chapter 1: Upset
"Grant me this final wish, Suzaku! Please, please let him be reborn as a man of my world! All I want is to finally be with the man I love!"
Already he was being pulled back into the book, despite how hard she held him. The wish hadn't worked, he was already becoming enveloped in Suzaku's flames...he was leaving her alone, despite all the promises...
"Miaka...I promise I will find you...no matter how many worlds apart we are...no matter how long it takes...I will find you..."
"Tamahome..."
"I love you..."
"Miaka? You there?" Her friend laughed as she poked her shoulder, "You still silking because you failed Jonan?"
Miaka sighed and frowned, And I was having such a good day...
"But what's so surprising is that Yui failed..."
"Hey, even a monkey falls out of his tree." Yui said, walking up. "Now go on, leave her alone."
"Hey! We're her friends, too." Morin, a brunette, said.
"Yeah? Well I guess you don't care about those two cute guys you were drooling over, then?" Yui sighed, "They're down at the cafeteria."
"No way! Cuteness here we come!" Fu gasped
Giggling and yelling out boys' names, they raced off.
"Hey! That's so mean..."
"Sorry..." Yui frowned, "But I kind of wanted to talk to you alone."
"So those boys aren't there?"
"Um...let's just walk while we talk, shall we?"
"O-okay..."
"You still keep his letter?" Yui said after a minute.
Miaka nodded, and pointed at her pocket. "Good luck."
"I'm sure he'll make it..."
Miaka smiled over at her, "Thanks..."
"Hey, now that I think of it, I only saw a few of your warriors, right?"
"Let's see..." Miaka said, rubbing her chin, "There's Tamahome..."
"Obviously." They both added.
"There's Chichiri..."
"Who?"
"Oh, he was the funny looking monk guy!" She said, smiling, and laughed. "He always wore a mask...so it made him look very cat-like."
"Oh, he was the one with the weird hat..."
"Yup. After that, you saw Tasuki--he was the red haired one."
"Ahh...I remember that one..."
"And during the big battle, it's possible you could have seen Mitsukake, he was a doctor."
"Really? I didn't notice him..." Yui said, then added in a quieter voice, "Everything from when Seiryu inhabited me is pretty vague..."
"Oh..."
"So, that's Tamahome, Chichiri, Tasuki, and Mitsukake..." Yui said, quickly changing the subject, "Who were the other three?"
"Oh, right..." Miaka said, eyes shifting to some memory, "There was Hotohori, the emperor--his powers were mostly just fencing, I think..."
"Oh, I remember reading his name..."
"Yes, he was one of my...closer warriors..." Miaka said, nodding. "Nest was Nuriko...she, or rather, he wasa super strong crossdresser...very pretty..."
"Really?" Yui said, trying to picture a strong man in a dress and looking 'pretty'. "Wasn't he one of the ones that bullied you at first?"
"Well, he saved my life when we first met...but yes, he was jealous at first."
"Of what?" Yuiasked, "You know I can't remember what I read in that book very well...I think it has something to do with Seiryu devouring me..."
Miaka shuddered. "D-don't talk like that...you weren'tdevoured...just captured..."
"Right, right..."
"I...don't really remember why he was jealous..." Miaka said, a slight blush creepingonto her cheeks."The last wasChiriko. He was a thirteen year old genious."
"Sounds like my kind of kid."
"Yes...he was a really nice kid..."
"So...I wonder how they're doing..."
"Well, to start, four of them are dead."
"Oh..." Yui mumbled, "But still...that's better than all of them dying...I never even got to see one of my warriors...what did he look like?"
"Who, Amiboshi?" Miaka asked, off-guard. "Uh...he was Suboshi's twin...the only difference are their weapons, that and Amiboshi was a lot gentler."
"Ah...well, I've gotta go now, see you!"
And...Amiboshi never died...
-.-.-.-.-.-
"Don't cry...don't ever give up..." He whispered, smiling throuth the tears.
"N-Nuriko..." Miaka coughed, grabbing one of Nuriko's battered hands.
"You're such a klutz...everyone has to look out for you! But you have so many wonderful good points, too..."
"I'm sorry I was so useless..." He laughed, smiling.
"Yer not useless! Yer not a coward! Yer one o' the strongest people I know!" Tasuki insisted.
"Fight him, Chiriko! You can do it!" Miaka cried.
"Goodbye..."
-.-.-.-.-.-
"NO! You can't die!" She sobbed, willing her voice to transmit through the pages into his world, "You have a country to go to, a wife and son!"
To her relief, as she spoke, the book recorded her words, and a reply was formed as well.
'Upon hearing the Maiden's words, the young emperor gave a painful laugh, and spoke. "True, true...I cannot die now...can I?"
"That's right! So don't you dare die yet!"
The words that next appeared on the paper sent a chill down her spine.
'Strength quickly fled the young man's body as he withdrew a small parchment from his armor, it was well worn from many a viewing. The paper was the photo the young lady had given him. He touched the picture tenderly, and offered his final regards to the lady of legends...'
'No...'
-.-.-.-.-.-
"NOOOOOO!" She screamed, leaping bolt upright in bed.
The words that haunted her every night echoed in her mind.
'And then, young Celestial warrior and emperor, drew his final breath on the battlefield.'
Hotohori...
"Wh-What is it!" Keisuke gasped, bursting into the room.
"Huh...?" Miaka glanced up groggily, "Is it time for breakfast already?"
-.-.-.-.-.-
Miaka frowned, Keisuke had been very irritated when Miaka had given him no explanation for her scream.
It's better than him worrying... She thought with a sigh. I'm sure the dreams will pass...
"How dare you!" Came a shrill voice from ahead.
"It's not my fault I'm so beautiful..."
Miaka glanced toward the voices, So familiar...
"Dude, your messed up!" Said one man.
"What do you mean? I was born this way..."
"You narcissistic freak of nature!"
Narcissism?She thought absently, pushing her way through the quickly gathering crowd for a look at the narcissist. He still has nothing on Hotohori, though...
An average looking blonde man was standing in a threatening posture infront of a startlingly beautiful woman with hip-long black hair tied half-way down. A long brown trenchcoat hid her clothes, and she had an Orange Julius in one hand, while the other was casually behind her back. She was just as tall as the man.
Wow...she's really beautiful... She smiled softly, Of course, I can think of twenty things Hotohori might say about her to prove he was better looking..."Royal eyes have more sparkle!" "Royal noses are more sharply defined!"
"You freakin' faggot! Stay away from my girl!"
"Why does long hair on a man make him a homosexual?" he asked mildly, "You can't have met many..."
Wait...a...man...? Her throat chenched as realization dawned over her, Narcissism...? Long flowing hair...? Beautiful...man...? He's gotta be about six-foot...
There was a crash, the books she'd been holding must have slipped.
No...it can't be...
The man turned at the sound and looked directly at her. The obvious recognition that flooded his features could only mean one thing.
"N-No..." she whispered.
"Miaka...?"
Then...the reason Tamahome was still sucked into the book...the reason...then...Suzaku...Suzaku... The world seemed to freeze solid around her as the truth struck her like a sledgehammer. Tamahome...wasn't reborn!
"NOOOO!" she screamed, falling to her knees.
ch end
AN: Ah...she is SO rude...doesn't she realize how much that's got to hurt a guy, to be reborn for a girl only to have her scream in anguish when you find her?
Ugh...
Well...we'll just have to change her mind, huh?
.-.-Yusagi Sombermoon