Hey all you Fushigi Yuugi fiends!!!  I hope you enjoy this story because I think it's going to turn out pretty good.  Oh well, I don't want to give any of it away now so I'll just say, I don't own Fushigi Yuugi!

Love Spell

      Night had fallen hours before. The crickets chirped their quiet nocturne as the wind blew gently, causing the trees to sway and leaves to fall.  The small town had seemed incredibly quiet, at least compared to the great battle that had just taken place in the middle of it.  Slowly, the lights inside of the houses illuminating the silent streets began to vanish one by one.

      In a small house outside of the petite town stood five tired figures.  They had just taken part of the battle with a horrible monster.  The monster they fought was actually a sickness demon.  It had infected a young woman by the name of Shoka and it was a painfully difficult battle, but as always, good triumphed and the demon was defeated.  Shoka could now finally rest in peace.

      Miaka Yuki stood on the inside of the small house surrounded by her four other Seishi; Hotohori, Nuriko, Tasuki, and the most recently found member, Mitsukake.  She looked around the house, green eyes wide in amazement.  The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with shelves filled with bottles, and jars, and mysterious vials.  Slim, fat, tall, short, purple, green.  Each was different from the next.

      Miaka walked slowly, peering at all of the different bottles wondering what each cured.  The four Seishi stood near the door, chattering softly about the battle they just faced.  Mitsukake explained to his new friends how dear Shoka was to him, and how she was the one person he wanted to save the most, and yet she was the one he didn't.

      The young Miko kicked her toe in the ground, trying not to let curiosity get the better of her.  But as usual, she could not keep the question to herself.  Her heart would cramp in pain when she was curious, and she could never seem to control her endless line of questions.

      She gripped the delicate bottle in her hand and strolled as nonchalantly as possible to her four quietly talking, tired friends.  She smiled and hid the bottle behind her back as she faced her protectors.  They stopped talking and stared back at her, wondering what was wrong.

      "Excuse me, Mitsukake.  I was wondering," Miaka started, fingering the mystifying vial in her palm.  "Could you tell me what this is?"  She held out the bottle for Mitsukake, the owner of the house, to examine it.

      He squinted as he studied the bottle his Miko held before him.  It was twisted like a corkscrew, and very slender.  The glass was dyed crimson red and the liquid on the inside was black.  The top was plugged with a cork.

      "That," Mitsukake began to explain, "is a gift from a Shaman I met one day when I was traveling from town to town curing people.  It is a love spell."

      "Love spell…" Miaka whispered underneath her breath as she bit the nail on her thumb.  Her forest green eyes sparkled in awe, wondering if the spell would really work.

      Nuriko flipped his long, purple braid over his shoulder as he stuck his nose in the air.  "Don't you think that's mental rape?  Making someone fall in love with you?"  Despite his feelings, knowing it was wrong to make someone fall in love with you again their will, he was still a little hopeful that the potion worked that way, so he could get the emperor to fall in love with him. 

      "That's not how it works," Mitsukake said in calm low voice.  "I user must drink it, and think of the one they love as swallow the last drop.  The potion promises that nothing will ever be able to separate them."

      "Why haven't you ever used it?" Hotohori asked, cocking his eyebrow.

      Mitsukake looked at the ground, frowning.  "I wanted to be with Shoka while drinking it, but when I returned home, it was too late."

      "I'm sorry," Hotohori apologized feeling horrible to bring up his friend's painful past.

      "Don't worry about it.  I know now that Shoka is at last in peace."

      Tasuki stood near the other Seishi around him but did not pay them any heed.  He was fully absorbed with his Miko standing in front of him.  Her long slender legs, her nicely formed hips, her small stomach, her perky breasts, her beautiful smile, her shiny hair, everything about her, enchanted him.

      He ran his right hand through his fiery hair and stopped to massage the nape of his neck.  Every time he looked at her he could feel his body begin to awaken.  He would even begin to act more like a gentleman in front of her!  Despite these feelings, he was still confused.  C'mon Genro, get it together!  He would tell himself.  Ya don't even like girls, let alone love this one!

      "Wow!  This is great!" Miaka exclaimed, excitement written in all of her features.  A serious looked shadowed her face quickly after and she began to kick the ground with her toe again.  "Do you perhaps think that I could…" she paused, hoping she would not have to ask the full question.

      "Is there someone you love?" Mitsukake asked.  "If there is, please feel free to take it."

      "Do you mean it?" Miaka squealed happily.  "Yes, there is someone!"

      Tasuki's heart painfully skipped a beat.  He shook his head in disgust and stammered, "There's s-someone?!"

      Miaka smiled happily as she turned to face Tasuki, her orange haired Seishi.  "Tamahome, he's one of the Suzaku too.  As soon as we find the last Seishi me and Tamahome can be together again!"  She looked at the potion in her hand and held it eye level.  "I'm sure this will help us be together soon."

      Tasuki stood in a mouth-open stare at the Miko, now holding the vial to her heart, with her eyes closed.  Nothin' ta worry about!  Ya didn't like her that way anyways!  She's just too weird for ya!  He thought, trying to convince himself of his own feelings.

      "I'm going to try it now!" Miaka said, reopening her eyes.  She straightened out her short brown skirt and her blue school ribbon before she pried the cork out from the top of the bottle.  It opened with a little pop.

      She inhaled deeply as she slowly moved the container filled with black fluid to her lips. Hesitating, she looked at her friend's with eyes searching for some comfort.

      "Go ahead, Miaka!  Drink to your happiness!" Nuriko encouraged.

      "Bring Tamahome to you forever!  Drink," Hotohori said solemnly.

      "Be with the one you love," Mitsukake smiled softly.

      Miaka's eyes wandered to meet Tasuki's.  His fiery hot eyes glared into hers, almost piercing her very soul.  She looked away quickly, wondering why he would glare at her like that.  She didn't do anything to make him mad.

      She raised the vial to her lips once more and she whispered, "For Tamahome!"  Then she opened her mouth slightly allowing the bitter liquid to invade her mouth.

      She swallowed the first gulp of the potion, sweet memories of Tamahome canceling out the bitter taste. 

      She opened her throat, to allow the last of the liquid to be swallowed, and as she was doing so, caught Tasuki's eyes again.  Why is Tasuki's glaring at me that way?  She thought.  I hope Tasuki… and with Tasuki filling her mind she swallowed the last drop.

Well that's the story for now.  Don't worry, I'm not gonna leave you hanging like this, I'll write more soon!  I hope you like the way the story's going so far!  Until next time!!!

Amazonness Ryoga