mush, mush, mush, and more mush. back to shorter chapters. and increasing dramatic effects.
geez. definitely not me.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own nothing except my own crazy self....oh yeah, i own Mizu.
The Suzaku seishi, Miaka, the emperor's attendants, and some soldiers came rushing in Mizu's
room. Everybody carried a weapon, ready to attack any intruders. They found Mizu crouched in the
corner hugging her knees tightly with closed, tearful eyes. No signs of an enemy attack could be
found.
"What happened here?" Hotohori asked.
Tama-neko comfortingly licked her tears away.
"All right, soldiers, attendants, you may leave now. Search the palace grounds for any intruders
and capture them immediately," he ordered (well, can you blame me if I don't know their names?!).
Miaka stepped up. "She says she is from a world similar to mine. Maybe I can be the one to help
her."
"Are you sure, Miaka?" Tamahome asked.
"Yes, as Suzaku no Miko I will do my best to help anyone I can," she declared. "Please leave us
here."
The Suzaku seishi agreed and one by one left the room.
* * *
Warm water spouted from the showerhead, rinsing rainwater off Heero's body. He tried to think
things over, but the thought of Mizu just hurts him. His actions were automatic: shampoo; rinse
it off; soap; rinse it off. When he placed the soap on the ceramic holder, it slipped and the
holder came crashing to the floor. It broke into a million pieces. Some fragments cut Heero's
calf. Blood trickled down his leg. He leaned onto the cold tile wall. The warm water washed off
the blood.
* * *
Miaka walked over to Mizu. Tama crept away. She placed her hand over Mizu's head. Mizu opened
her eyes, and Miaka encouraged her to talk.
Tama ran up the table, accidentally knocking over the empty soup bowl. It crashed on the floor,
sending fragments flying towards Mizu. It cut her leg, and blood oozed out.
* * *
Heero lay in his bed in fresh clothes, his wet hair dampened the sheets, his wound, unattended
to, continues to produce blood and thickly drips, staining the covers.
* * *
A piece of cloth ripped from Miaka's uniform bandaged Mizu's wound, but the bleeding doesn't
stop. Mizu tells her about her clan and the ring, ant the evil ex-colleague of her father. "But,"
she continued, "that's not why I came here."
Miaka looked at her questioningly.
"I came to ask you for advice."
"Me? On what?"
"Before I came to this world, I went to another world. As I said earlier, I know lots of things
about the different worlds, and I knew almost everything in this particular one."
Mizu paused, then continued.
"A boy. I had always admired him, even in my own world. When I ran off to their world, he was
there. I didn't go to their world because of him. Actually, it was an accident that I came there.
I just asked him and his friends to allow me to stay in their world. They were fine with me
staying, and even offered their own abode. But he told me was interested in my world, and how I
knew so much about the other worlds. I told him, then he kissed me. I didn't expect for him to do
that, especially with the personality I knew him of." Mizu stopped completely, leaving her story
hanging.
"That means he likes you, right? Aren't you happy about that?"
Mizu sighed. "'An inhabitant of another world must not develop intimate emotions with the
thirteenth descendant. If one does, the two worlds would collide and will be reduced to little
specks of dust.' Those are the exact last words on the ancient scripture. The remaining sentences
on the scroll couldn't be read."
"Oh, I understand. But why come to me?"
"Don't you have a similar situation?"
Miaka remembers that Tamahome cannot survive in her world. But her situation is far less in
degree than that of Mizu's. "Yes, but... do you really think I could help?"
"I was hoping you could. What would you do?"
"What?"
"What would you do if you were a thirteenth descendant? You will find Tamahome in this world,
fall in love with him, but realize that you cannot be together because your worlds will collide
and your love for each other will only cause destruction?"
Mizu's strong words surprised Miaka. Yes, definitely, I will be hurt, she thinks. A part
of her feels relieved that her situation isn't as bad as Mizu's. But she feels that she has to
help this girl. She did travel to ancient China just to ask for her help. I must help her,
then. "Can you go back to his world?"
"Yes, any time is possible."
"Why don't you do what Tamahome and I do: write letters."
Mizu looked up at her curiously.
"Even if you're not there, you could explain to him what will happen if a relationship continues.
I'm sure he'll understand."
Mizu thinks for a while, then nods. "Yes, I'll try that. Thank you."
"Is his name the one you called out earlier?"
Mizu solemnly nodded.
Miaka smiled.
the first part i like... it's that scene-connect thing again. Criticisms, flames and death
threats are highly expected. No fear, I won't bite.