I hope you enjoy this story! It's a work in progress, but I should have the entire story up in a couple of weeks.
If not, it's because it's gotten really long. * sweatdrop * ^_^
Enjoy the story and let me know what you think of it!!
Quick Note: Someone mentioned to me that I should use a character named Elaith. If anyone knows who or what this character is, or where I can find out about him, Please, let me know. I'm very curious about him now. ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. * pout *
Chapter 1
'Let's see... We take X, multiply it to the third power, then divide it by the denominator, and then plug that answer into this and...'
Miaka could feel herself frown in confusion as she stared at the algebra that appeared to be mocking her. How could anyone make sense of this stuff? This is pure gibberish! This is so confusing!! She silently complained about the difficulty of her homework that her teachers seemed to enjoy piling on her.
'I wish they never invented math... I wish they never invented homework... I wish... I wish I could have that chocolate cake mom made last night...'
At the thought of the cake, her stomach started to growl. It had been three whole hours since she ate. She reached over and grabbed a snack bar that she snuck away to her room wanting it for such an occasion as this. As she pulled it out, her mind recalled the events of her past. Not a long past, but it felt that way for they took place a world away.
She could just see the look on his face as he watched her produce the small bar of shiny material. She had hidden it in her pack the few days earlier right before she had returned to Konan for the second time. His face scrunched in total amazement as she fumbled the object in her hands. She has started to tare the foil wrapping off when he jumped up and snatched the bar away attempting to protect the foreign treasure. Before Miaka could grab it back, he was already on the other side of the room inspecting the candy bar. After scrutinizing the wrapping, a greedy smile spread across his face. "I bet this is worth two silver rio!!" Just as he was daydreaming about making a fortune, Miaka tackled him and started to tickle him. When he lost his grip on the bar, Miaka quickly grabbed it and shoved it in her mouth. Tamahome jumped up and tackled her trying to get her to cough it up. They wrestled for a few minutes until Miaka accidentally kicked him where she shouldn't have. They separated and Miaka sat and stared apologetically as Tamahome groaned and mumbled to himself where he lay in a heap on the floor. Out of breath and now with a stomach ache from eating the candy too fast, Miaka got up and walked over to him. She felt really bad about hurting him, but then, she didn't feel too bad... "I'm sorry, Tamahome, I didn't mean to hurt you... but," she smiled mischievously, "it serves you right for trying to steal candy from a helpless little girl." As she walked away with satisfaction for teaching him his lesson, her sensitive ears caught his grumbled answer, "Helpless... Yeah, right."
She giggled to herself as she reflectively unwrapped the snack bar. Come to think of it, she didn't even remember if she had taken the wrapper off of the candy bar before she ate it. Maybe that's why she had such a horrible stomach ache that night. She sighed and glanced around her room reminiscing on those times she spent in Konan.
Her eyes came to rest on her bookshelf where the book that started it all sat; "The Universe of the Four Gods." She reached up and gently pulled the book from its place and laid it on her desk. Her brother Keisuke had given her the book, the day after the whole ordeal ended. She had no idea of how he had come to acquire it, but thought better of it when she started to ask him. She was glad to have it. It still had the writings of her adventures in Konan with the seven seishi, and when she really missed them, she would read out of the book and she would feel as if she never left them. Her separation from them had been eased though, when she had found Taka, the reincarnation of Tamahome. While he didn't have any of the memories of his previous life, he was still the same person and Miaka was happy. Though, she often wondered how Chichiri and Tasuki were. They were the last two seishi left in Konan and deep in her heart, Miaka regretted the deaths of the other four. She was convinced that if she had acted differently, made some other choice, or not have acted so foolishly, they would all still be alive.
She lifted the top cover of the book and started to read from the pages hoping to find something in it to cheer her up. As she was searching the pages, she felt a shiver run up her spine. Not knowing what was the cause of it, she continued to read thinking nothing more of it. When she turned the next page, she saw a picture of Chichiri sitting in a tree as he often did. As she studied the drawing, she noticed the lines start to move. She froze as the face of Chichiri moved to look straight at her. The features of his face were so vivid, she could make out each line of his face and his expression sent another chill up her spine, this one made her whole body tremble. She forced herself to look more closely at him. He had the same look on his face as he did when Nuriko died. But that didn't make sense to her, the writing on the other page was describing Chichiri's vigil over her as she traveled to Kutou by herself. That happened well before Nuriko died.
As the picture started to move again, Miaka slammed the book shut, while stifling a scream. She picked the book up and ran out of her room towards Keisuke's. Tears were streaming down her face as she ran. She busted into his room almost tearing the door off of its hinges and made Keisuke jump sky high knocking his chair over. She landed in his arms trembling holding the book in a death grip against her chest. Confused and startled, Keisuke held her trying to calm her down. When she had finally calmed down enough to breath, she tried to tell him everything that she saw, but instead of making any sense, her words came out in a jumbled, hysterical shriek. All she could do was hold the book out to him and have him turn to the picture. Panting and crying, Miaka watched as Keisuke studied the picture.
He looked up with a quizzical look on his face. "Miaka, I don't know what you are so hysterical about. There is nothing here."
At this, Miaka stopped all her crying, panting, and trembling and just gawked at him. "What? But I swear I saw him move! He looked strait at me!! He looked like someone had just died!!"
He looked again, "Miaka, this picture hasn't changed. Look."
He turned the book so she could get a clear look at it. Sure enough, the picture looked as it always had. Nothing had changed. Chichiri was still staring off into the distance. His face wasn't even as detailed as it was a few moments before. Now she was terribly confused, and felt extremely awkward.
"Miaka, you must have been seriously day-dreaming again, you really need to concentrate on your homework. Your finals start in two days! Maybe I should hang onto this so it doesn't distract you anymore. You always get like this when your stressed over school. I really wonder about you sometimes."
"But..." Miaka started to protest, but the look on her older brother's face told her that it was no use arguing the point. "I'm sorry, Keisuke, I guess you're right. You don't have to keep the book."
She took the book from his hands and retreated back to her room. 'Maybe he was right. Maybe it was just my imagination. Or maybe it was the sushi I ate for dinner.'
After Miaka got back into her room, she put the book back on the shelf and prepared for bed. She was exhausted after what just happened so she knew trying to finish homework would be futile. So she changed into her sleeping clothes and climbed into bed. The past events ran through her head over and over. She just couldn't get that distraught expression of Chichiri's out of her head.
'Was he trying to communicate with me? Was he trying to tell me something? Was something wrong?'
Unable to make sense of things, she fell into a less then peaceful slumber.
If not, it's because it's gotten really long. * sweatdrop * ^_^
Enjoy the story and let me know what you think of it!!
Quick Note: Someone mentioned to me that I should use a character named Elaith. If anyone knows who or what this character is, or where I can find out about him, Please, let me know. I'm very curious about him now. ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. * pout *
Chapter 1
'Let's see... We take X, multiply it to the third power, then divide it by the denominator, and then plug that answer into this and...'
Miaka could feel herself frown in confusion as she stared at the algebra that appeared to be mocking her. How could anyone make sense of this stuff? This is pure gibberish! This is so confusing!! She silently complained about the difficulty of her homework that her teachers seemed to enjoy piling on her.
'I wish they never invented math... I wish they never invented homework... I wish... I wish I could have that chocolate cake mom made last night...'
At the thought of the cake, her stomach started to growl. It had been three whole hours since she ate. She reached over and grabbed a snack bar that she snuck away to her room wanting it for such an occasion as this. As she pulled it out, her mind recalled the events of her past. Not a long past, but it felt that way for they took place a world away.
She could just see the look on his face as he watched her produce the small bar of shiny material. She had hidden it in her pack the few days earlier right before she had returned to Konan for the second time. His face scrunched in total amazement as she fumbled the object in her hands. She has started to tare the foil wrapping off when he jumped up and snatched the bar away attempting to protect the foreign treasure. Before Miaka could grab it back, he was already on the other side of the room inspecting the candy bar. After scrutinizing the wrapping, a greedy smile spread across his face. "I bet this is worth two silver rio!!" Just as he was daydreaming about making a fortune, Miaka tackled him and started to tickle him. When he lost his grip on the bar, Miaka quickly grabbed it and shoved it in her mouth. Tamahome jumped up and tackled her trying to get her to cough it up. They wrestled for a few minutes until Miaka accidentally kicked him where she shouldn't have. They separated and Miaka sat and stared apologetically as Tamahome groaned and mumbled to himself where he lay in a heap on the floor. Out of breath and now with a stomach ache from eating the candy too fast, Miaka got up and walked over to him. She felt really bad about hurting him, but then, she didn't feel too bad... "I'm sorry, Tamahome, I didn't mean to hurt you... but," she smiled mischievously, "it serves you right for trying to steal candy from a helpless little girl." As she walked away with satisfaction for teaching him his lesson, her sensitive ears caught his grumbled answer, "Helpless... Yeah, right."
She giggled to herself as she reflectively unwrapped the snack bar. Come to think of it, she didn't even remember if she had taken the wrapper off of the candy bar before she ate it. Maybe that's why she had such a horrible stomach ache that night. She sighed and glanced around her room reminiscing on those times she spent in Konan.
Her eyes came to rest on her bookshelf where the book that started it all sat; "The Universe of the Four Gods." She reached up and gently pulled the book from its place and laid it on her desk. Her brother Keisuke had given her the book, the day after the whole ordeal ended. She had no idea of how he had come to acquire it, but thought better of it when she started to ask him. She was glad to have it. It still had the writings of her adventures in Konan with the seven seishi, and when she really missed them, she would read out of the book and she would feel as if she never left them. Her separation from them had been eased though, when she had found Taka, the reincarnation of Tamahome. While he didn't have any of the memories of his previous life, he was still the same person and Miaka was happy. Though, she often wondered how Chichiri and Tasuki were. They were the last two seishi left in Konan and deep in her heart, Miaka regretted the deaths of the other four. She was convinced that if she had acted differently, made some other choice, or not have acted so foolishly, they would all still be alive.
She lifted the top cover of the book and started to read from the pages hoping to find something in it to cheer her up. As she was searching the pages, she felt a shiver run up her spine. Not knowing what was the cause of it, she continued to read thinking nothing more of it. When she turned the next page, she saw a picture of Chichiri sitting in a tree as he often did. As she studied the drawing, she noticed the lines start to move. She froze as the face of Chichiri moved to look straight at her. The features of his face were so vivid, she could make out each line of his face and his expression sent another chill up her spine, this one made her whole body tremble. She forced herself to look more closely at him. He had the same look on his face as he did when Nuriko died. But that didn't make sense to her, the writing on the other page was describing Chichiri's vigil over her as she traveled to Kutou by herself. That happened well before Nuriko died.
As the picture started to move again, Miaka slammed the book shut, while stifling a scream. She picked the book up and ran out of her room towards Keisuke's. Tears were streaming down her face as she ran. She busted into his room almost tearing the door off of its hinges and made Keisuke jump sky high knocking his chair over. She landed in his arms trembling holding the book in a death grip against her chest. Confused and startled, Keisuke held her trying to calm her down. When she had finally calmed down enough to breath, she tried to tell him everything that she saw, but instead of making any sense, her words came out in a jumbled, hysterical shriek. All she could do was hold the book out to him and have him turn to the picture. Panting and crying, Miaka watched as Keisuke studied the picture.
He looked up with a quizzical look on his face. "Miaka, I don't know what you are so hysterical about. There is nothing here."
At this, Miaka stopped all her crying, panting, and trembling and just gawked at him. "What? But I swear I saw him move! He looked strait at me!! He looked like someone had just died!!"
He looked again, "Miaka, this picture hasn't changed. Look."
He turned the book so she could get a clear look at it. Sure enough, the picture looked as it always had. Nothing had changed. Chichiri was still staring off into the distance. His face wasn't even as detailed as it was a few moments before. Now she was terribly confused, and felt extremely awkward.
"Miaka, you must have been seriously day-dreaming again, you really need to concentrate on your homework. Your finals start in two days! Maybe I should hang onto this so it doesn't distract you anymore. You always get like this when your stressed over school. I really wonder about you sometimes."
"But..." Miaka started to protest, but the look on her older brother's face told her that it was no use arguing the point. "I'm sorry, Keisuke, I guess you're right. You don't have to keep the book."
She took the book from his hands and retreated back to her room. 'Maybe he was right. Maybe it was just my imagination. Or maybe it was the sushi I ate for dinner.'
After Miaka got back into her room, she put the book back on the shelf and prepared for bed. She was exhausted after what just happened so she knew trying to finish homework would be futile. So she changed into her sleeping clothes and climbed into bed. The past events ran through her head over and over. She just couldn't get that distraught expression of Chichiri's out of her head.
'Was he trying to communicate with me? Was he trying to tell me something? Was something wrong?'
Unable to make sense of things, she fell into a less then peaceful slumber.