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Hey there!!! How are you all doing today? I hope you're doing fine ^-^; I wouldn't want you to be sad!!! But if you are, I hope my story cheers you up. If you're a Tasuki and Miaka fan (like me!) I know my story will make you happy! Oh well, I'll let you get to reading, and remember, I don't own anything!

Love Spell: Sacrifices of the Purest Form

All the bouncing was making her stomach ache, especially after the gigantic lunch she had devoured minutes before. She rested her back against Hotohori's chest as she shut her eyes tightly, trying to block out all of the sun from the bright sky.

The 4 Seishi were heading out of the little town they were staying in. Nuriko, Tasuki, and Mitsukake had their own horses, and Hotohori and Miaka were sharing one. But at this point in time, Miaka's face had turn a pale shade of green as she rested against Hotohori. Determined not to stop the search for the last Seishi, Miaka quietly tried to stay silent about her sickened stomach.

The horses slowly walked deeper and deeper into a forest where the leaves blocked all of the sun, making the afternoon seem to transform into dusk. Miaka opened her eyes slightly to peer at the canopy above, thankful the harsh sun was out of her eyes. Despite the elimination of the sun, the breeze was warm and full of the refreshing scent of spring. The Miko could not focus on any of this. All she could feel was her stomach.

I could ask Mitsukake to heal me, Miaka thought happily. She sighed when she realized he said he could only heal once a day, and he had cured her of the fever less than 24 hours ago. She did not want to ask him a favor she knew he wasn't capable of.

Miaka sat up abruptly. "What's wrong," Hotohori asked, his voice kind and gentle. Her stomach lurched violently, and she knew what she must do. She quickly jumped off the horse and ran into the forest.

"Miaka!" Her four guardians yelled in unison. Tasuki jumped off his horse almost as abruptly as Miaka had and ran quickly after her. He looked for her and saw her leaning against a thick tree, gasping for breath.

"Miaka, what's wrong with ya?" He asked as he reached out his hand for her. She walked slowly towards him, arms clutching her stomach, her face three times green then before. She collapsed into his arms, her weight catching him by surprise. He supported her and looked into her eyes with a sincere face.

"I threw up," Miaka said, voice shaky with sickness.

"It's a good thing ya left when ya did. Hotohori woulda been pissed if ya threw up on him," he said, searching for a smile on her pretty face.

She giggled, and her face brightened for a moment, only to be replaced with a horrible expression that could only be associated with someone about to vomit.

She collapsed to her knees and Tasuki did the only thing he could possibly do. He held her long brown hair out of her face, and patted her back softly, muttering words to soothe her.

Once she was finished, she placed her head on Tasuki's broad shoulder and closed her eyes. He knew she needed water, and he could faintly hear the soft tinkle of a brook. He picked her up, like a precious baby and carried her, following his ear. Not too far up they reached the small brook.

Tasuki kneeled down slowly, setting Miaka softly on the ground, but she kept her arms around his neck and would not let go.

"C'mon Miaka," Tasuki said, slowly pushing her away. "Have a drink."

Miaka slowly detached herself from Tasuki, and cupped the cool water in her hands. She slowly drank, letting the clean, cold water fill the back of her throat, and slid into her uneasy stomach. She filled her mouth with water, making sure it was free of all the vomit. She didn't want to smell like it.

She looked at herself, checking to make sure none was on her. Once she was done with the inspection, she looked at Tasuki gratefully. "Thanks for holding my hair back and staying with me…" she said weakly. "Except now…"

"What?" Tasuki asked, concern filling his voice.

"Now I'm hungry!"

"Well I hope you're hungry I think I saw everything except my mother come outta ya!"

She smiled and wrapped her arms around the man that had stayed with her, even when she was throwing up. She placed her head on his shoulder again, forehead touching his neck. They waited together for their friends to come and find them.

Miaka felt a lot better now that the burden her stomach had been completely released. She held on to Tasuki. She was so close to him, she could smell him. Suzaku, he smells good, she thought to herself. I could die happily in his arms…

What am I thinking?! She silently scolded herself. This is Tasuki I'm with, and besides Tamahome is waiting for me back in Kuto…

"SHIT!" Tasuki's scream awoke Miaka from the daze she was in. She glanced up and noticed an arrow in the ground, right next to Tasuki's right knee. "Someone's after us!" He yelled as he picked up Miaka from the ground and ran with her in the direction where they first came from.

Tasuki skidded, he wanted to stop but the dirt beneath his feet didn't. Arrows where being shot from that direction too, so he began to run in the opposite direction, carrying Miaka the whole time.

"Kuto warriors!" Miaka screamed to Tasuki. "Why do they always have to be after me?!"

As he was running an arrow nicked the side of his right arm, almost causing him to drop the girl he was carrying. She cried out as blood sprayed from the wound in his arm, but despite his pain he did not stop running and did not drop her.

Knowing he could not keep the fast speed he was managing, he hid behind a tree. Gently, almost like she was the one with the injury, he set her feet back on the ground. By this time, the Miko was now sobbing quietly. He leaned close to her face and placed one finger on top of his lips, the same lips that had enchanted her so much the night before.

Then he placed the same finger on top of her lips. Her sobbing instantly stopped. Instead of the scared beating her heart was experiencing, it began to fill with a wonderful throb, like one she never felt before and she could fell a blush spread on her cheeks.

She stood there in silence, waiting for Tasuki to give her permission to speak again. The few silent minutes had seemed like hours, or at least to Miaka. She couldn't believe she was getting so excited over Tasuki!!!

He looked at her as she stared deeply into his mischievous eyes, unashamed if he knew she was staring. Nervously he pushed his fiery bangs out of his face. He could not believe how Miaka was staring at him.

Before they knew what was happening, Tasuki placed his strong hands on Miaka's tiny shoulders, and leaned closer to her. With her hear racing, she closed her eyes and slowly tip toed, waiting for her lips to met his. For one quick second, Tasuki could have sworn he was going to get the kiss he so desperately wanted, but Nuriko appeared from behind the tree they were standing by and slapped his back, knocking the wind out of him.

"Nuriko…what the hell…are ya tryin'….ta do ta me?!" He tried to yell, but the air came out his throat very thin and raspy. He held on to his injured arm, cradling it with the other one.

"Oh that's funny!" Nuriko exclaimed laughing. "I only meant to pat you on the back!"

"Very funny," Tasuki mumbled as he looked back over at Miaka, and realized she was gone. He glanced over his shoulder looking for her. She was already standing with Hotohori and Mitsukake, explaining what had happened, the whole time never taking her eyes away from Tasuki's. A disappointed look filled her eyes. Slowly she began to move her eyes away from his and shifted her gaze towards the ground.

Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! There's more to come soon. Cheez…don't you wish Tasuki was a real person? * sighs * Oh well, if he was real, he would probably casue 99.9% of all road rage. I wouldn't even want to see if on a high way!!! Hehe, until next time!!!

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