Antig's Rambling Pointless Author's Notes:

Sorry for my absence, I have just survived the Week from HELL ending
with Ani-Magic in Lancaster (nice way to end a HELL week ^^). Anyone
there? There was a great FY cosplay group. I was happy.

A---anyway, here is the last and final part of From the Ashes. I
submit it for your approval, I hope you enjoy it. And now that you've
read the entire thing, write me and tell what you think of the story as
a whole, okay? ^^ Or leave a review. Or IM me! Or anything. ? I'm
happy for any kind of contact.

Thanks to Lelu!!

From the Ashes
A Yui fanfic
By Antigone
5/5 Me, again


Peace.

Happiness.

Normalcy.

Not for us.

Because no matter how much I want my biggest to worry to be that
someone will find out that I burned the cookies I had made for Tetsuya,
it will never work out that way.

There is something new, something dangerous, happening in both the
Universe of the Four Gods and in our world. And of course, Miaka and
Taka have to be right in the middle of it.

At least this time I'm on their side. With all the power I have as
Seiryuu no Miko I will help them. Actually, never mind Seiryuu, I am
Hongo Yui, no one, god or human, will touch my best friend, the people
she loves, or my world.

I find myself exhilarated in the whirlwind of what is going on. I'm
worried sick about Miaka, but I also have faith in her. There is
nothing she won't be able to defeat. And I'm helping her in every way
I can. Researching, providing memories, even giving her a weapon to
defend herself against the zombie-like students at our highschool; I'm
doing my part.

And Taka… well, my first impression wasn't wrong. I like him, although
he has his moments of being, well, male and stupid. And I realized as
that soon as Taka began to look increasingly uncomfortable with every
reference Miaka made of which he had no recollection of, that I wanted
him to remember his past life.

I want him to remember his past for his own peace of mind. I want him
to remember for Miaka, and all that they shared.

And I want him to remember for me.

Because only after he remembers, can he truly forgive me.

But, even that doesn't weigh so heavily on me anymore.

I've forgiven myself, but I haven't forgotten. The blue earring still
hangs in my ear, but Miaka's voice rings in it. The thought of Suboshi
and Tamahome brings tears to my eyes, but Tetsuya is there to dry them.
Even the scars on my wrist are fading away with each passing day. But
they will never go completely away. And I'm alright with that.

I don't mind my memories. And I will fight for the future so I can
make more.

With Miaka.
And whoever else I may decide to love forever.


Owari!

A.N.
Phew.

That was fun.

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