Nuriko was about to barge right into Miaka's room when she was stopped by
the sound of laughter. It was a wicked laugh filled with mirth and scorn.
What shocked Nuriko most about the laughter was its source. It was Miaka.
Instead of barging in like Nuriko had first intended, Nuriko crouched by
and peeked into the bedroom window.
"Oh this is perfect absolutely perfect," Nuriko heard Miaka exclaim inside. " That fool Hotohori actually believes that I simply love and adore him. What an idiot! It is not the man I love. but the power he possesses as an emperor. Yes. and soon that will be all mine!" More laughter.
Nuriko's head filled with rage. Why that scheming no good lying hussy! The way she was talking about Hotohori. Nuriko just wanted to ring the girl's neck. Miaka had fooled them all with her fake innocent act. Nuriko should have seen right through it. She had been an idiot to fall for that act. Nuriko was about to confront Miaka when she heard another voice that caught her attention.
" Don't hurt them!" The voice pleaded. "Why are you doing this? Why can't you just go away and leave us alone?"
Nuriko watched as Miaka brought a mirror up to her face and look into it. What Nuriko was inside of it was simply startling. There was another Miaka in there that was the one who had been pleading for the safety of her friends.
"You are a fool Miaka. You never went after the great prize. You could have been an Empress and you could have lived a life of luxury as the Priestess of Suzaka. Instead you whined about wanting to go home and you fell for that loathsome Tamahome. I am just doing exactly what you should have been doing if you had only had the brains to accomplish it. Poor Miaka. You truly are and idiot."
The sound of crying came from the Miaka in the mirror. "Please don't hurt them.Please," she whispered in anguish.
"Poor foolish Miaka. I wont hurt your friends. unless they get in my way." More fiendish laughter came from the Imposter Miaka.
"Oh! You are a horrible horrible person!" The Miaka in the mirror cried out through the tears. "How can you be so cruel?"
"Why Miaka. that is simply no way to talk about yourself. You and I are one and the same like I said before. Don't ever forget that."
"I am nothing like you," screamed the Miaka in the mirror.
"Yes you are.you just haven't realized it yet," said Imposter Miaka with her ever popular laughter.
With that said, the Imposter Miaka dropped the mirror back to her side and the no more crying was heard from the Miaka in the mirror. The Imposter Miaka hummed softly to herself as she began to brush her hair.
Nuriko backed away from the window. Nuriko had to tell Hotohori about what had just been discovered about Miaka. This was a sticky situation. An Imposter Miaka was on the loose and the real Miaka was trapped in a mirror. Whatever was to be done? Nuriko sighed in frustration as she hurried to the Emperor's chamber.
"My my Nuriko. you seemed to be in quite the hurry," came a voice from behind.
Nuriko turned around to see the Imposter Miaka standing right there with the devious of smiles on her face.
"What do you want," Nuriko asked rudely.
"What do I want," said the Imposter Miaka as if she was truly pondering over the question. The she smiled brightly as if she had just come to the answer of the question.
" I want you dead, Nuriko."
"Oh this is perfect absolutely perfect," Nuriko heard Miaka exclaim inside. " That fool Hotohori actually believes that I simply love and adore him. What an idiot! It is not the man I love. but the power he possesses as an emperor. Yes. and soon that will be all mine!" More laughter.
Nuriko's head filled with rage. Why that scheming no good lying hussy! The way she was talking about Hotohori. Nuriko just wanted to ring the girl's neck. Miaka had fooled them all with her fake innocent act. Nuriko should have seen right through it. She had been an idiot to fall for that act. Nuriko was about to confront Miaka when she heard another voice that caught her attention.
" Don't hurt them!" The voice pleaded. "Why are you doing this? Why can't you just go away and leave us alone?"
Nuriko watched as Miaka brought a mirror up to her face and look into it. What Nuriko was inside of it was simply startling. There was another Miaka in there that was the one who had been pleading for the safety of her friends.
"You are a fool Miaka. You never went after the great prize. You could have been an Empress and you could have lived a life of luxury as the Priestess of Suzaka. Instead you whined about wanting to go home and you fell for that loathsome Tamahome. I am just doing exactly what you should have been doing if you had only had the brains to accomplish it. Poor Miaka. You truly are and idiot."
The sound of crying came from the Miaka in the mirror. "Please don't hurt them.Please," she whispered in anguish.
"Poor foolish Miaka. I wont hurt your friends. unless they get in my way." More fiendish laughter came from the Imposter Miaka.
"Oh! You are a horrible horrible person!" The Miaka in the mirror cried out through the tears. "How can you be so cruel?"
"Why Miaka. that is simply no way to talk about yourself. You and I are one and the same like I said before. Don't ever forget that."
"I am nothing like you," screamed the Miaka in the mirror.
"Yes you are.you just haven't realized it yet," said Imposter Miaka with her ever popular laughter.
With that said, the Imposter Miaka dropped the mirror back to her side and the no more crying was heard from the Miaka in the mirror. The Imposter Miaka hummed softly to herself as she began to brush her hair.
Nuriko backed away from the window. Nuriko had to tell Hotohori about what had just been discovered about Miaka. This was a sticky situation. An Imposter Miaka was on the loose and the real Miaka was trapped in a mirror. Whatever was to be done? Nuriko sighed in frustration as she hurried to the Emperor's chamber.
"My my Nuriko. you seemed to be in quite the hurry," came a voice from behind.
Nuriko turned around to see the Imposter Miaka standing right there with the devious of smiles on her face.
"What do you want," Nuriko asked rudely.
"What do I want," said the Imposter Miaka as if she was truly pondering over the question. The she smiled brightly as if she had just come to the answer of the question.
" I want you dead, Nuriko."
