Disclaimer: The only things I own in this fic are Cure, her outfit (which I designed and sewed), and the plot. Everything else belongs to their various owners.
Chapter 1 The New GirlMiaka walked into Hotohori's meeting room to see a mysterious seventeen-year-old looking girl sitting in one of the chairs set out. She was dressed in clothes odd for this time or her own.
Her tunic was dark blue with a large square cut collar that showed the beginning of her cleavage and was cut so it revealed her belly button and the rest of her toned stomach along with her sleeves being cut just below the elbow. It fit snuggly around her breast but loose everywhere else. Her pants were black and made of a silk looking material. They fit her waist but became loose and flowy until her ankles where they ended. Her shoes looked like some kind of black silk slipper that's ribbon wrapped up around her leg under the pants she wore.
Her hair was an unusual reddish purple and was in a thin waist length braid across her back tied with a black ribbon and her bangs reminded Miaka of, dare she think it, Amiboshi's. Her complexion was unusually pale but not in a sickly or ugly kind of way more in a porcelain way. Her lips were like a little red rose bud against fresh snow. Her closed eyelids had what looked like light blue eye shadow on them. Miaka couldn't see her eyes since they were closed but for some reason she knew they would be as the rest of the mysterious girl. From her ears hung little silver bells and around her kneck was fastened a little black cat collar with tags and all on iy.
Against the back of her chair rested a long black wooden staff along with what looked like a small black backpack.
" Hi, I'm Miaka." She quietly spoke.
" Hello Miaka, I'm Cure." She retorted gently. Her voice was soft and gentle, like a mother speaking to her child. Her voice made Miaka think of how she'd always thought an angel's would be.
" I've never seen you around the palace before Cure, when did you get here?" asked Miaka curiously as Cure opened her amazing eyes.
Cure's were a soft crimson that reminded her of Suzaku's light that had brought both herself and Yui through the book.
" I was brought from my world by a ugly old hell demon that called herself Taiitsukun."
" Hell demon?"
" When I first got here I had been brought from a world were I was dying."
" Dying?"
" I'd been in a car accident. Anyways, I thought I had died and been sent to hell for my sins when I died because Taiitsukun reminded me of a hell demon that I'd seen once in a picture." She said with a hint of amusement in her voice. Miaka giggled at the thought of Taiitsukun's reaction when someone compared her to a hell demon.
" Hurry up and sit down Miaka they'll all be here in a few minutes." Cured spoke interrupting Miaka's thoughts. Miaka listened for a minute and didn't here anything.
" How do you know?" she asked innocently.
" Trust me. Now sit down in your chair, Miaka", Repeated Cure sternly. Miaka nodded and rushed over to the chair across from Cure. As soon as she got comfortable Hotohori, Tamahome, and the others came in the room.
Ending A/N: How did Curee know the others were coming? Did she really die and this is all some messed up after life? Give me your opinion.
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