-Disclaimer-

I don't own fushigi yuugi or any of the characters mentioned.

This story is an "If Tamahome/Taka had never interrupted Tasuki's moment during OVA 2 epsiode 4" story.

I got inspiration for this story after reading "Tasuki's Fangs" by "DPFYLUVR". Excellent story, it truly is, and I would strongly recommend reading it.

If you can tell, for the introduction, I used exact quotes from OVA 2.

Oh, by the way, in this story, OVA 2 has happened, but only up to the point where Tasuki has Miaka alone. From then on, I changed it. So Tasuki has beaten Taka up and left him in the forest, etc.

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"Something's wrong! You're acting weird, Tasuki!" Miaka shouted from underneath the man in question. His white shirt had fallen to his elbows, in danger of coming off completely, his legs were spread wide across Miaka's...well...you know, and he had her pinned to the bed by the shoulders.

"Yeah, somethin's wrong. You see, I hate women. But not you. Because you're Miaka. At first, I thought you were some weird kid..." Tasuki paused and started to breathe deeply. Just thinking of what he could have any minute...it was making him hard. He was so excited that his seishi symbol started glowing vibrantly through his shirt. "But by and by, you became more of a woman to me. Didn't you know? I'm a man, too!"

Without waiting for a response, he leaned forward and kissed the brunette.

Miaka pushed him off. "No! Stop it Tasuki! NO!" Ignoring her cries and protests, the bandit forced himself upon her harder. Pressing the side of his head onto her breasts, he closed his eyes and began to speak again.

"Miaka...Tamahome never loved you, and he never will. He finds joy in causin' your pain. I'm not like that. I love you Miaka, and I will MAKE you forget about him, whether you want to or not. You'll be happier that way. All I want is your happiness..."

The lump pressing into Miaka's skirt told her otherwise. "You're not Tasuki! You can't be Tasuki! What happened? Where is he?!"

He lifted his head and stared into her tear-filled eyes, a smirk growing on his lips.

"I'm right here. I'm me. I'm just sick of this."

"B-But you-he...Tasuki! Don't do this! Please!"

He ignored her. "No need to cry. Ya know I can't stand cryin'..."

Miaka could do nothing more than lie there and watch as Tasuki came back in closer. He kissed her, and then, to her suprise, stood up.

"Take 'em off," He instructed, letting his shirt fall to the floor and beginning to remove his pants.

"W-What?" The teenage girl sat up and crawled backwards, into the wall.

"Take 'em off. Your clothes." When he was finished, he looked up to find Miaka hadn't moved and sighed. "Look, Miaka. We can do this two ways. One: You can cooperate with me, or, Two: I can force you and you can't do anythin' about it. I prefer number One, but either way we're gonna do it."

Miaka sat paralyzed by the idea of it all. He wasn't really gonna...was he? Tasuki wouldn't do that! Would he?

As if having read her mind, he answered. "I would. You know I would. You know me. I take what I want, and what I want..." He gestured towards his lower body. "What I want is pretty clear. I want you. I want you to be happy. I want to make you forget about Tamahome, or Taka, or whatever the fuck you call that bastard."

He got back on the bed and crawled over to Miaka, smirking an inch away from her face. "And I will get what I want. So for the last time, take off your clothes or I'll take them off for you."

The brunette bit back tears and stood off the bed. She began to pull at her blouse, Tasuki watching intently, and then...Miaka suddenly made a run for the door. She swung the door open and tried to leave- But strong hands clasped around her waist.

"Ah ah ah, we can't have that," The redhead remarked, burying his face in the girl's brown hair. He loosened one hand long enough to close the door, then pulled Miaka back into the room, pushing her against a wall on the other side of the room gently, but firmly. He set one of his legs in between her two.

"So you're gonna force me to force you, eh? Well, when it hurts, remember that I gave you a choice..." He slid Miaka's ruffled mini-skirt off of her body, along with her underwear. "I'll try to be gentle though..." He whispered seductively into her ear after removing her shirt and bra as well. He decided to give her a little time before he did anything, and went to pick up their clothes.

Miaka couldn't believe what was happening, and she knew there was no point in trying to run anymore. Of all the men who had tried to rape her, the ONE that suceeded was going to be one of her own closest friends. And not ONLY was he a close friend, but he was one of her seishi! What would this do to their friendship? What would it do to her's and Taka's relationship? Where was Taka anyway?

"He's going to come get me," Miaka told Tasuki confidently as he walked back over. "He's going to come get me, and then we'll get Chichiri and the others, and they'll get you to tell us what you did with Tasuki."

"I am Tasuki," The bandit argued calmly, pressing himself against her yet again. "And nobody knows we're here, and nobody is going to come get you, so you might as well just give in."

"Tasuki, if that is you, there's something wrong. Fight it, Tasuki. Fight it!"

He ignored her orders and went on. "But if ya decide you wanna cooperate later on, lemme know. Now, sex standin' up isn't really my thing, so..." He put one hand on Miaka's bare shoulder and started leading her towards the bed, leaving the sentence unfinished.

He pushed the still struggling woman onto the downy bed and lay upon her, and she found herself completely unable to move -let alone fight back- as Tasuki closed his eyes, entered her without permission, and began to force her hips into slow rhythm with his own.

He moaned with pleasure at the sudden warmth, and Miaka bit back her tears yet again. This couldn't be happening...it just couldn't!

"Stop it Tasuki...Please stop..." She begged with a shaky voice. Her only reply was a small, hoarse whisper -'Wo Ai Ni'- followed by a series of more moans and gasps. "Stop! Stop it right now! You can't do this to me! Help! Somebody help me!" She shrieked, hoping her voice would escape the room and someone would hear her.

Tasuki opened his eyes and quickly took her chin in his palm. "Please Miaka, please don't make me hurt you," He begged soothingly. "Just be patient. If I go any faster you'll get hurt, and that is honestly the last thing I want for you."

"Then stop! Just stop!" She pleaded. "Please!" The tears were streaming down her face; She had wanted to save herself for Taka, but now she would always remember the feel of Tasuki.

The bandit did quite the opposite- He let his hands roam the body that did not belong to him, and over the coarse of the next ten minutes he had brushed virtually every inch of skin on said body. He cupped her breasts for a mere second, then let one of his hands fall to her waist while the other stroked her shoulder blades sensually- places he seemed to be especially fond of.

Miaka fought to keep herself unmoved, but his touch felt so good, and she found herself becoming lustfull as well. No! She couldn't let herself be aroused by a man other than her beloved Taka!

"Stop! No!" She screamed again, though she knew it would have no effect. She opened her eyes and looked at the man over her.

His earrings and necklace, which, for some reason he had left on, were dangling down -tickling her neck and face, sparkling in the tiny bit of starlight coming through the window- and his muscular, perfectly tanned chest was glimmerring with tiny beads of sweat. To any other woman, this would've been a beautiful sight -heavenly, even, if it was somebody who knew who Tasuki was, as nearly all women would drop dead immediately to be laid by Tasuki- but to Miaka, whose loyalties rested with Taka and Taka only, it was hell.

Tasuki noticed Miaka looking at him sadly, caught her eye, then suddenly stiffened, his grip on her tightening. His nails dug deep into the delicate skin on her back, drawing blood, as he let out a loud, agressive moan. Miaka felt a wet subsance make its way through her as he started forcing their hips together much harder and moving himself faster.

"Stop it! You're hurting me! No!" She sobbed violently, regretting every aspect of life, now understanding how Yui must have felt. "No..."

Tasuki fell limp, resting his head on her exposed chest again and panting heavily. "Sorry, Mia-chan, I didn't mean to hurt you."

After what, to Miaka, seemed like ages of the two lying together the way lovers do -and ONLY lovers SHOULD, she told herself- Tasuki climbed down off the bed.

"You-You...Tasuki how could you?" She whispered shakily, staring into the crimson eyes that reflected the smirk he wore. He crouched down so that he was eye-level with Miaka, who was still lying helplessley in bed.

"I love you, Miaka," He whispered into her ear, his voice ringing with sweet passion. "I had to make you forget about Tama, I had to show you that he didn't love you, and that I did. I can protect you, Miaka, and he can't. You should be with me, not him." The bandit stood up straight, pulled his clothes on, and smiled lovingly down at his object of affection. He then kissed her passionately and nuzzled her cheek. "Now, I gotta leave before seein' ya like this makes me hard again. Just think about it, alright?" He picked up his tessen and headed for the door. "Oh yeah, and don't worry about cleanin' up; The dudes up front said the maids' got it." With a fang bearing flash, he was gone.

Miaka lie without moving for what could've been minutes, hours, hell, even days for all she knew, untill she decided to stand and get dressed.

Tasuki...how could he have done this? How could he betray their friendship like that, not to mention his and Tamahome's!

After putting her clothes on she looked back at the bed- stained white and red, the latter in two places, from the cut in her shoulder and the other from...you know.

She was about to open the door when she suddenly felt uneasy. What would the others think? And what could she do about it anyway? Waltz into the palace and go "Hey everybody, I just got raped by one of my most loyal seshi Tasuki"? Then what? For Suzaku's sake, most of them KNEW how many times she had almost been raped, and would they REALLY believe that one of her own best friends had finally gotten the job done?

This being said...or rather, thought, Miaka ran into the room's spacey closet, huddled in a dark corner, and cried.

"Is this my punishment?" She asked nobody in particular. "Is this what I get for falling in love?!"

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On the way back to the palace, Tasuki had decided to take a shortcut through the forest. It was dark and hard to see, and everybody else was probably worried sick, because he had been with Miaka for nearly two hours and hadn't told anybody.

His foot promptly smashed into something hard, and he fell face first- into something semi-soft. Cursing, he lifted his head to see what he had landed in.

Or rather, on, he thought as he stood up, smirked, and looked down at Taka's motionless body.

"Hey, Tama-pal, howya doin'?" He laughed out loud as the body didn't respond in any way. "That's what I thought. Thank's for Miaka, by the way!" He gave the lifeless body a kick for measure, walked off laughing, then suddenly passed out about 30 seconds away.

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This is not the end! Please review or it WILL be the end though! I want at least 3 reviews or I'm not updating! XD