Chapter seven, as promised. ^_~ Enjoy, ne?
Title: Words from the heart
Author: JupiterHalo
Date written: November 17, 2001
Rating: PG-13
Part: 7/?
Disclaimer: Me no own Fushigi Yuugi.
"Success lies not in achieving what you aim at
but in aiming at what you ought to achieve."
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Hotohori buried his face in her hair, holding her tightly. "Please, Miaka..." he whispered. "Don't be afraid of me." She started to pull away from him, but he held her even tighter. "Hoto-" "Shhhhh." He placed a finger on her lips. "I know that you're hurting," he said. "But, please, don't shut me out." Miaka closed her eyes to stop herself from crying. "Miaka..." He tipped her chin up and kissed her closed eyelids. "Wo ai ni, Miaka. I always have." She whimpered softly, a sound that was filled with so much of her pain. A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, making Miaka's lashes spiky. Hotohori wiped away the tears gently with his thumbs. "Hotohori..." Miaka whispered, her eyes still closed. He couldn't stand it anymore. Hotohori stroked her dark red hair gently, then lowered his head and kissed her. Miaka opened up her eyes in shock. She made a sound, low in her throat, afraid of him. Hotohori's kiss was tender, though, calming her with his touch. He broke the kiss then, placing her head on his shoulder, still stroking her hair. They were quiet for a few minutes, Hotohori sitting on Miaka's bed, cradling her in his arms.
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Miaka was silent for a little while. Hotohori could tell that she was thinking about something serious by the way her body felt tense. He rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her. After a time, when she didn't speak, he grew tired of waiting and was about to give up. But, she said, in a quiet voice, "I love Taka, Hotohori. Even if he doesn't remember me-" her voice faltered a little, "it still doesn't change anything. I'll live out the rest of my life alone, if I have to." Hotohori sighed. "No." She looked up at him. "No one should be forced to live alone. It's a kind of personal hell. You want to reach out to someone, but you can't." He brushed the top of her head with his mouth and said softly: "Never wish for something like that, Miaka." She sighed. "You don't understand, Hotohori. I love Taka." Hotohori nodded and smiled slightly. "You think I do not know what happens when one is in love?" "But, I can't love anyone else. Ever." She ducked her head and whispered, "All my love is reserved for him." Miaka slid off his lap and stood in front of him, wearing some silk pajamas and robe Hotohori had insisted on getting her. "Which means that I can't be with you, no matter how much I care for you." Hotohori's heart leapt at her words. So Miaka DID have feelings for him! Miaka reached out and caressed his cheek gently. He took her hand and pressed a kiss into the palm. Miaka's breath faltered for a minute. But then she tore her hand away and said in a shaky voice: "Sayonara, Hotohori." She stepped back one step, then another, frantically trying to breathe, but to her, there was no air to take in. She turned and ran barefoot out of her chamber, her feet padding softly on the tile of the palace floors. Miaka's footsteps were fading quickly. She was gone, out of his life forever. After a few minutes, Hotohori buried his face in his hands and wept.
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Yay! I am SO proud of myself! Two whole chapters done in the same day! I love weekends. ^_~ So, please review or e-mail me. See you guys next time!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~
Title: Words from the heart
Author: JupiterHalo
Date written: November 17, 2001
Rating: PG-13
Part: 7/?
Disclaimer: Me no own Fushigi Yuugi.
"Success lies not in achieving what you aim at
but in aiming at what you ought to achieve."
**********************************************
Hotohori buried his face in her hair, holding her tightly. "Please, Miaka..." he whispered. "Don't be afraid of me." She started to pull away from him, but he held her even tighter. "Hoto-" "Shhhhh." He placed a finger on her lips. "I know that you're hurting," he said. "But, please, don't shut me out." Miaka closed her eyes to stop herself from crying. "Miaka..." He tipped her chin up and kissed her closed eyelids. "Wo ai ni, Miaka. I always have." She whimpered softly, a sound that was filled with so much of her pain. A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, making Miaka's lashes spiky. Hotohori wiped away the tears gently with his thumbs. "Hotohori..." Miaka whispered, her eyes still closed. He couldn't stand it anymore. Hotohori stroked her dark red hair gently, then lowered his head and kissed her. Miaka opened up her eyes in shock. She made a sound, low in her throat, afraid of him. Hotohori's kiss was tender, though, calming her with his touch. He broke the kiss then, placing her head on his shoulder, still stroking her hair. They were quiet for a few minutes, Hotohori sitting on Miaka's bed, cradling her in his arms.
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Miaka was silent for a little while. Hotohori could tell that she was thinking about something serious by the way her body felt tense. He rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her. After a time, when she didn't speak, he grew tired of waiting and was about to give up. But, she said, in a quiet voice, "I love Taka, Hotohori. Even if he doesn't remember me-" her voice faltered a little, "it still doesn't change anything. I'll live out the rest of my life alone, if I have to." Hotohori sighed. "No." She looked up at him. "No one should be forced to live alone. It's a kind of personal hell. You want to reach out to someone, but you can't." He brushed the top of her head with his mouth and said softly: "Never wish for something like that, Miaka." She sighed. "You don't understand, Hotohori. I love Taka." Hotohori nodded and smiled slightly. "You think I do not know what happens when one is in love?" "But, I can't love anyone else. Ever." She ducked her head and whispered, "All my love is reserved for him." Miaka slid off his lap and stood in front of him, wearing some silk pajamas and robe Hotohori had insisted on getting her. "Which means that I can't be with you, no matter how much I care for you." Hotohori's heart leapt at her words. So Miaka DID have feelings for him! Miaka reached out and caressed his cheek gently. He took her hand and pressed a kiss into the palm. Miaka's breath faltered for a minute. But then she tore her hand away and said in a shaky voice: "Sayonara, Hotohori." She stepped back one step, then another, frantically trying to breathe, but to her, there was no air to take in. She turned and ran barefoot out of her chamber, her feet padding softly on the tile of the palace floors. Miaka's footsteps were fading quickly. She was gone, out of his life forever. After a few minutes, Hotohori buried his face in his hands and wept.
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Yay! I am SO proud of myself! Two whole chapters done in the same day! I love weekends. ^_~ So, please review or e-mail me. See you guys next time!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~
