Tears flowed out from the burnette's hazel eyes. "Tamahome..." She said, as if she could not see the others. Hotohori looked at her worriedly.
"We should get both Tasuki and Suzaku no miko to Mitsukake." Hotohori spoke. Chichiri took this as a command and brought them before Mitsukake. Mitsukake dealt with Tasuki, and then healed Miaka's arm. The tears continued to fall.
"Tamahome....why....why..." Chichiri stopped in his path to the door. "Why..." Her soft, hurt voice asked again, to someone who wasn't there. Chichiri turned around and saw a vulnerable girl, who's heart had been torn by the person she loved the most, and when the tears stopped coming, the pain would still be there.
Chichiri walked to Miaka and sat down next to her. She leaned her head into his arm and cried harder, the tears beginning to soak his sleeve. Chichiri wrapped an arm around suzaku no miko. "Cry all you can, try to let all of your pain out." Chichiri said, for it was all he could say. He had felt her pain before, and knew how she felt, but it didn't help him in trying to stop her sadness and take away her pain.
"Chichiri...was it really...Tamahome?" Miaka
whispered, a hand gripping his shirt desperately as if it was the only
thing she could hold onto for sanity. Chichiri took his mask off
and nodded.
"Tamahome is Tamahome. I do not know exactly
why he did such a thing..." The grip on his sleeve tightened, and
Miaka let out a wail.
"Why did he change...why did he hurt me?" Miaka cried. Chichiri put his other hand around Miaka, and held her close.
"Miaka, I know it hurts...I know how it feels...but we don't know the full story yet no da. Don't feel to much dispair. We might not have the full story, in fact, I know we do not no da. Miaka, cheer up no da. Tamahome might not have hurt you no da, it might have been someone else in disguise..daaa!" He fell over as Miaka hugged him tighter, the tears still flowing, but she looked at him with hazel eyes of hope.
"Chichiri..you really think...that it might not have been Tamahome? It might have all been a trick or a lie..?" Chichiri nodded. Miaka's eyes were suddenly, almost as if someone had done a spell, filled with so much hope they could take someones breathe away...
Chichiri looked away as Miaka got up, and then he did as well. "You are suzaku no miko, please stay your emotional self...for your seishii." He got up to leave, and Miaka followed him, sliding out of the room before he shut the door.
"Miaka..? You should stay in bed no da."
"I want to be with someone...so I don't get really
depressed again." Miaka admitted. Chichiri put his mask back
on.
"I'll be fishing...so I don't know if I'll be much
fun to be around no da."
"That's okay...you could teach me." Miaka
looked up at him hopefully. Chichiri smiled.
"Okay no da. I'll teach you no da."
- A very, very short beginning to what will hopefully be a long, liked
fanfic!-