07.27.2013 -

Guys, all of you who have been patiently patiently waiting for an epilogue, I am so so sorry it is taking this long! I think I said this in a previous author's note thingy, but the epilogue is basically turning into a smaller 'part II' if you will, which I write in my not-so-copious quantities of spare time. I don't want to post anything until I'm a good ways into the story so that I can basically post good chunks at a time and not have to worry about giant pauses in between posts. I will say that it answers the 'what happens after Miaka follows Nakago to Kutou?' question, it promises to be much shorter than the previous story (thank god...), and that so far it's turning out to be rather lighter and fluffier than the previous 67 chapters.

About me:

I like neurons, rats, and basements. I cannot stand bad writing, but I can stand humor. Occasionally I even smile.

There are five seasons where I live. We call them summer, fall, winter, spring, and mud. Currently it is mud season. There are worms all over the ground - pink, wreathing things with too many segments.

I hate worms.

I used to read fiction. I used to read a great deal of fiction. And manga. I liked manga. I even watched a bit of anime, in between applying for college, getting accepted into college, and trying to motivate myself to study after finding myself amidst really smart people who did not seem to care that Harry's scar was a horcrux.

I have a fictionpress account as well, under the username Harmonic Discord.

Stories:

Protected was inspired by Alcestis' stories and my shock at finding an almost negligible quantity of fics featuring Nakago/Miaka on this site. It involves a selfish wish, nasty demons, and a mature...ish Miaka. Oh, and Nakago, of course.

Currently posted: Everything except the epilogue

Currently written: Some of the epilogue

Excerpt:

"I was under the impression," said Nakago coolly, "that the entire point of this exercise was to be able to retaliate against an enemy. Practicing under a state of calm will only harm you in the end, Suzaku no Miko."

"Believe me," Miaka spat, throwing a frustrated attack at the trunk of the oak and missing it by a few feet, "I'm about as not calm as you'll ever see me."

There was movement behind Miaka. She froze as she felt hair tickling her cheek, a hand on her waist, gliding lower. Nakago chuckled, and she actually felt the sound through the thin cloth that separated his chest from her back. "Are you quite certain of that, Suzaku no Miko?"

Falling - I happen to think this is one of my better one-shots (even if the lack of reviews suggests otherwise _). Nobody dies, and the characters even laugh a bit!

Haunted is one of those 'let's see what happens when I write fiction at 3 AM' stories. That later has me peering out from beneath my sheets and whimpering. Do not read, unless you have a good tolerance for depressing stories.

Death Eaters are Us should not be read unless you're a bit of a masochist. This story was written ages ago and is a piece of crap but I am too lazy to take it down.

I like reviews. They motivate me to post more. And then everyone is happy.

Communities:

I just made a new community, Best of Fushigi Yuugi Fanfiction, for fantastic, original stories with good spelling/grammar. Check it out!