I guess this is the part where I say that the FY Characters are not mine, but the wonderfully talented Watase Yuu.
Summary: Nuriko/Miaka Pairing. What if Tamahome died in place of Nuriko? Would Miaka find happiness with another? This setting will
begin with Episode 30. Enjoy!
Within a Seconds Glance
On the way to Hokkan Koku:
Keisuke slowly puts down the book and inhales a few deep breaths. After reading about Tamahome's family being brutally slaughtered by
Seiryuu Seishi, Suboshi, he decided to take a short break before reading any further. After a few minutes' pass, he picked up from where
he left off...
The six Suzaku Seishi and their miko boarded the ship and waved goodbye to their friend and fellow seishi, and emperor Hotohori. As
Hotohori turns to return to his palace, one of his advisers asked him about the toy bear in his arms. He smiled and said that it was a
present from Suzaku no miko.
Out on the ship's deck Miaka looks out into the distance, her mind rushes to her best friend and now enemy, Yui. "Yui…" she sighed. As
she thought this the Suzaku seishi all stood there in silence not knowing how to break the awkward silence all the while overlooking the
sea. That is until, "TAMA-CHAN! Why the long face? Did Miaka reject your moves on her?" Tasuki smiled and gives Tamahome a
noogie. After Tamahome heard just what was said he quickly grabbed Tasuki and held him over the crashing water. "What was that
Tasuki-kun? He grinned evilly. Tasuki not knowing what happened, "huh? AHHHHHHHHHHH let me down! Let me down!"
Tamahome's eye glinted with mirth, "So you want me to put u down?" He slowly lowered his arm down. "AHHHHH NOOOOOO! Put
me down on the ship you #$#$# $#$# I'm gonna die!" The entire group then finally bursts out laughing and soon the silence was lifted.
Miaka smiled warmly at Tasuki, and silently whispered, "Thank you Tasuki…" before she left to go back inside the ship.
Miaka continued to wander the ship, her mind flashing back to the day that fateful day… "Tamahome… "She sighed. Her vision clouding
in remembrance as she closes her eyes tight.
Their smiling faces turned into pure shock, stopping dead in their tracks. Inside, the entire house was stained with blood,
Tamahome's family's lay dead on the floor in every inch of the house, with Yuiren barely holding onto the small light that kept
her alive. After telling her brother what happened she breathed her last breath, her hand falling limp in her brother's hand and
died. Opening her eyes again, her mind questions, "How can someone be so cruel to be able to kill an innocent girl, who was barely 10
years old? How could Suboshi… Yui, let this happen to innocent people?" Tamahome… she breathed, this is all my fault! If it wasn't for
me Yui wouldn't have been here suffering, if it wasn't for me, your family would've been alive and well! She begins to scream in her head!
Just as she felt tears beginning to cloud her eyes, she heard soft foot steps approaching her. Slowly she turned towards the sound, and
immediately she saw kind, violet eyes staring at her with concern. "Nuriko..." she whispered, not noticing that her body was already
slumped to the floor.
The wind gently wafted the sails of the ship with the sun shining brightly down on the ship that glided across the sea. Nuriko Stood with his
arms folded, facing the wind in silence. The wind felt cool on his face as his violet hair flew in the sea breeze. For the most part of the trip,
everyone remained cheerful. Chichiri navigated the ship while having a conversation with Chiriko, Mitsukake smiling gently at them.
Glancing at the opposite side of him, he watched Tasuki and Tamahome fighting. He smiled; he was glad that Tasuki was there to help
lighten the mood for everyone, especially Tamahome. "Nuriko, where's Miaka-chan no da? I haven't seen her up here for a while no da."
The blue haired monk looked at him while looking around for Miaka. Funny, Nuriko thought, he saw her out here a moment ago. With a
quick smile, he got up from where he was staring out at sea. "I'll go see where she is," he said to Chichiri and headed into the ship.
Nuriko first went into her room to see if she was there. Stopping in front of her door he knocked to see if she was there, and waited.
After a fewmore minutes he turned the door slowly and peered inside. She wasn't there. After looking in every room of the ship, he went
into the hallway. There at the end of the hallway he found her slumped figure on the floor. He couldn't help but worry at her fragile figure,
so with a few quick flicks to rid the violet locks over his eyes he slowly approached her. Slowing to stop in front of her, Miaka turned to
look at him, his face instantly filled with concern; he quickened his steps until he was next to her. "Miaka are u alright?" Nuriko asked. He
tried to smile for her. She looked at him then dove into his arms, and sobbed into his chest. Nuriko held her, and then later, took her back
to her room.
After a good period of time passed, Miaka stopped crying, "Nuriko, it's all my fault! Because of me, innocent people die!" He
looked at her with kind eyes; he couldn't bear seeing his miko so upset. Nuriko then grabbed Miaka and held her in his arms, "Miaka,
itwasn't your fault, and if you weren't here, who would save Konan Koku from destruction and who would give us the warm light of hope
that is with us? Miaka, I am honored and proud to be serving you, Suzaku no miko." Miaka dried the remaining tears and smiled brightly
at Nuriko, "Thank you…Nuriko… for cheering me up." Nuriko blushed faintly but then hugged her. "Let's go join the others, he said
warmly. Miaka nodded and smiled. "Com'on Nuriko!" She got up and ran outside to join Tamahome. Nuriko watched her leave,
"Miaka…" he begins to blush as he remembered her warm smile. Nuriko's heart beat a bit faster than usual, he noticed and closed his
eyes; somewhere in his heart he felt warm and smiled; his blush still faintly visible. He joined Tasuki, Tamahome and Miaka on the deck.
Ok, thats the first chapter. Hoped you liked it. Comments would be appreciated, since I really dont know if my writing is good or not.