Hey there Tasuki and Miaka fans!!! I hope you're not too disappointed in me, with the delay of my story. It's not that I haven't had any ideas, because basically I know exactly were my story is going, its just that my life has been really hectic, but now school's over and I have all the time in the world to work on my story!!! Oh well, I don't own the character's of Fushigi Yuugi, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
Love Spell: After Fire Comes the Rain
"Here I sit all alone
Gazing at you
All though your from a far I can feel your presence
Here I am all alone
Waiting for something
Waiting for…
Death"
Tasuki crumpled up the piece of paper he had used to write his poem on. It sounded like a he was on the verge of killing himself, not on the verge of falling in love. He threw the paper containing his poem across the room. He never had a way with words.
Bare-chested, Tasuki ran his hands through his orange hair and sighed, falling on to his bed. The 4 Seishi had been traveling for what seemed like millions of eternities searching for the last member of the Suzaku. Now, the sun had faded into the distance, and the stars twinkled in the heavens as the silent moon shone down on the ground creating a pale glow across the land.
They had stopped at an inn to rest. After the incident in the woods Hotohori decided it would probably be best to stop some where for a few days to recuperate before starting with the search for the last warrior.
Tasuki deliberately picked the room next to Miaka's. He wanted to be as close to her as possible. He touched the wound, wrapped in bandages, on his right arm and smiled. He would have a scar on his body for the rest of his life. But it was a sacrifice for the safety of his Miko, and even if his mind was mixed up with the emotions, his heart understood perfectly. He was falling in love.
He stood up from his bed and slowly crossed the room to the wall that separated him from his love. He reached the horrible barrier and placed his hand on the wall and looked out of the opened window, and made a wish on the first star he saw, hoping deep in his heart, that his wish would be granted.
On the opposite side of the wall stood Miaka, still in her school uniform with her hair lying limply on her shoulders. She had her hand on the wall also, wishing she had an excuse to visit Tasuki, but she could not think of one. So she stood sadly, hand pushed against the wall, thinking his name over and over again in her mind.
But the name that really bothered her was 'Tamahome'. What am I going to do? What do I do? Miaka thought helplessly, removing her hand from the wall, heart beating frantically. I love Tamahome, but I'm falling for Tasuki! Pacing the room, Miaka pressed her hands against her hot face. "What am I going to do!" Miaka wailed in a high-pitched voice and fell to the floor.
A moment later Tasuki burst through the door. He looked around holding on to his tessen threateningly. Cautiously he shut the door behind him, and sat Indian-style beside Miaka on the floor.
"So are ya gonna tell me whassup?" Tasuki said looking out her window, trying to avoid her big, watery eyes.
"I don't think I can talk to you about it," Miaka whispered, wiping the tears that were falling down her pink cheeks.
Laughing, he said, "I don't have any business in ya girl problems. Ya should have a talk with Nuriko." Tasuki got up and reached for her hands. Miaka placed her hands in his, and he pulled her to her feet. Knees wobbly, she almost fell back to the hard floor, but Tasuki caught her in midair.
His bandaged arm was around her tiny waist and his other hand was placed behind her neck. Slowly, he pulled her closer, and her body met his. She could feel through her school uniform Tasuki's heart, beating crazily in his chest. Likewise, Tasuki could feel Miaka's wild heart beat against his bare chest.
They stood his way, hearts beating as one, until Tasuki bent his head down and gently kissed Miaka's damp cheek. Moving his lips less than an inch away from hers he whipered, "Don't cry anymore."
His breath danced across her lips and she placed her hands on either side of his face, slowly pulling him closer to her, and closed her eyes.
Unexpectedly, Tasuki removed his strong hand from her waist and placed his thumb on her slightly puckered lips. With her eyes still closed more tears escaped, and Tasuki brushed his hand against her cheek one last time, and was gone.
Hearing the door shut, Miaka fell to the ground once more, sobbing furiously. She placed her hands where Tasuki last brushed her cheek and cried until there were no more tears left to be shed.
Tasuki shut the door to his room silently. He seemed so cold without Miaka and shivered. He could not figure out the events that had occurred in Miaka's room. He had the perfect opportunity to kiss Miaka, but one horrible detail lay in the back of his mind. It seemed to eat way at his brain so much that it pained him: Tamahome.
He knew Miaka couldn't find room in her heart to love him, not with Tamahome filling it the way it seemed to. He could still see Miaka standing in Mitsukake's house, the small red vial in her hands, rising up to her lips, and whispering, "For Tamahome," before she began drinking. Tasuki lay in his bed and even though no tears fell from his eyes, his heart was crying.
Miaka woke up with a start, gasping she threw herself up from where she lay. She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and looked around her, confused. She had just had a nightmare, but she could not remember it. She yawn and stretched her aching muscles, realizing she had fallen asleep on the floor.
Standing up weakly, she walked to the window. It was still night. It seemed to her that this night had already lasted forever. She leaned out of the window and let the cold night air blow across her face. Everything, except the feeling in her heart, was peaceful.
Miaka closed the window, and walked to her bed, floor boards squeaking under her feet. She removed her bow tie, and brown school jacket. She slid off her skirt and pulled her vest off, leaving her in her white shirt and knee-high socks. She parted the blankets of her bed slipped in between them. She laid her head on the pillow and tried to close her eyes, but she felt very uneasy. It felt like someone was watching her!
Trying to shake the feeling, she buried her head under the blankets and closed her eyes tightly. She gasped as she heard the squeaking of floorboards in her room. She grasped the blankets tighter and held her breath, fearing that if she didn't she would start to scream.
Another squeak. Tears began to form in Miaka's eyes, and her heart beat frantically, but she was trapped, she could not move from under the blankets. What if she immerged from the bed and her Seishi did not make it to her in time? Fear paralyzed her to the very core of her soul.
"Lekka Shinen!!!" Tasuki's voice pierced the night like an arrow. "Miaka, run!"
Miaka removed the blankets from her head and stared in awe. Tasuki was fighting a man with his tessen. Fire lit up the room like a false sun.
Tasuki was having a difficult time keeping up with the new enemy. He was quick as lightning and scary as thunder, dodging the flames easily and fighting with incredible force. "Miaka, go get the others!" Tasuki shouted, but she did not move.
The man jumped out of the flames path and landed on the bed. By this time, the whole room was alight with fire. He removed a knife from his robe and held it up to Miaka's throat. "So pretty," he muttered in a raspy voice gently trailing the blade across her neck. "But my orders come directly from the Seiryu no Miko…to kill the Seishi of Suzaku, and the Suzaku no Miko."
"NO! Yui would never give you orders like that! I know her!" Miaka screamed, but before she could struggle against her attacker, Tasuki struck him in the face with his tessen.
Miaka gasped feeling the blade tear the skin from her neck to her chest as the attacker from Kuto slumped over, unconscious. Tasuki threw the man off the bed and ripped off the blankets. He ran to the wall covered in flames and smothered them. When it was completely out, he ran to Miaka. In the pale moonlight he could see the long, slender scratch on her neck. The dagger still lay in her lap.
"Tasuki…" Miaka started as he ripped her pillowcase and gently wiped the blood away from her neck.
"Hush," he instructed. "I'm gonna hafta unbutton ya shirt, damn that's a long scratch!"
He unbuttoned the first three buttons on her torn shirt, and tenderly wiped the blood off her heaving chest.
"How did you know I was in trouble?" She asked.
"Whaddya mean? There was a guy in your room! That means trouble."
Miaka smiled slightly and responded, "But you came before I could even scream! None of the other Seishi even woke up!"
Tasuki thought for a moment, secretly examining her perfect skin, trying to find an answer. "Aw, hell. It was just a feelin' I got. That's all. Somehow I knew ya was in trouble."
Miaka's smile grew larger and she grabbed Tasuki's neck, pulling him closer to her. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear. Hugged her back, holding on as tightly as he could, never wanting to let go.
Things never worked out the way Tasuki wanted though. Nose broken, the Kuto warrior stood up like nothing ever happened. Licking the blood that pored from his nose, he dashed out the door.
"Dammit!" Tasuki screamed, jumping from the bed and running through the inn's hallway, following the mysterious warrior, pounding on the doors of the sleeping Seishi. Tasuki knew this guy was a handful, and would need help to defeat him. Miaka ran after Tasuki, determined not to lose sight of him, even though her throat screamed in pain.
Hotohori was the first to awake. He saw Miaka running down the hall as he opened his door. Sleepily he looked at the floor. He could see a thin trail of blood on the floor. "Miaka!" He gasped as he ran to Nuriko's room.
Opening Nuriko's door and running to the bed, Hotohori shook Nuriko's shoulders, desperately trying to wake him up. Slowly, Nuriko opened his eyes yawning. "Is it time to get up already?" he grumbled.
"Nuriko! Get up!" Hotohori yelled impatiently.
"Your highness!" Nuriko sat up instantly, recognizing his only love's voice. His face blushed deeply and he whispered, "I never thought you would come to me like this…"
Hotohori stood up, even more impatient. "It's not like that! Miaka," his voice caught in his throat. Taking a deep breath to regain himself he started again. "Miaka's in trouble."
Nuriko stood up and threw Hotohori out the door. "You should have said that in the first place! Hurry!" Nuriko picked up Hotohori from the ground. "Sorry about that!" He said as he brushed Hotohori's shoulders.
Standing in the hallway, Mitsukake said in an alarmed voice, "Tasuki wasn't in his room. Let's pray he's with Miaka."
"But how will we find them?!" Nuriko shrieked.
"Follow the blood!" Hotohori yelled as he pointed to the ground and dashed in Miaka's direction.
Outside of the inn, they could no longer see the blood trail. The moon was hidden behind dark thundering clouds. "Miaka, where are you?" Hotohori mumbled, searching the ground for any clue to which way she had gone.
"Over their!" Nuriko yelled pointing to a field far away. They could see the glow of flames and three small figures.
"HURRY!" Hotohori yelled, as he ran towards the flames.
Tasuki stood in a ring of flames, Miaka grasped his back, holding on tight. The Kuto warrior stood in the flames too, sweat and blood dripping down his chin. "Miaka stand back," Tasuki whispered to the girl holding on to him.
"There's no where to go!" Miaka yelled looking at the fire surround them. "We're trapped!"
"I was going to leave you two to your own business!" The warrior yelled from across the ring. "But you had to follow me, and now you'll pay for your foolishness!" He ran towards Tasuki, feeling afraid for Miaka, he pushed her to the ground and held his tessen high in the air.
"I already busted your face up once. I guess ya want me ta do it again!" Lightening lit up the sky, and thunder crashed in the distance. The heat from the surrounding flames made sweat glisten on Tasuki's naked chest and he prepared himself to fight.
Tasuki clenched his fists as the man approached. Miaka ran towards Tasuki, tripped over a log, and fell face first in mud. Hearing Miaka's fall Tasuki looked over his shoulder at her, completely letting his guard down. But it was the wrong moment to do so, because the man punched Tasuki with such a force, it knocked him off his feet and he came crashing to the ground.
Despite the mud falling in her eyes, Miaka saw exactly what had happened. Shock faded into pure rage. Tasuki lay on his back and blood poured from an open wound directly over his eye. Tasuki stood up and faced the warrior.
"Lucky shot," he mumbled. "But this time ya won't be so damn lucky!" Tasuki aimed for the man's bloody face, but before his hand could meet his face, he was already on the ground. Behind him stood Miaka, mud covering her whole body, holding the log she tripped over in her arms.
The 3 other Seishi had now reached the ring of fire but over the roar of the flames, could not be heard by the other Seishi or their Miko. So they watched intently on their actions.
Miaka dropped the heavy log, and it landed on the Kuto warrior with a sickening crack. Tasuki wiped the mud off Miaka's face. "Are ya in there somewhere Miaka?" Tasuki asked with a grin.
Miaka placed her head on Tasuki's wet chest and wrapped her arms around his strong neck. He placed his hands on the small of her back and pulled her body closer to his. She looked up at him with sincere eyes. His hair and eyes matched the flames that roared all around them. Enchanted with his lips, not willing to take her eyes away from them, she grasped one of his beaded necklaces and pulled his head closer to hers.
He placed his lips on top of hers, and excitement ran through out his body. He kissed her with all the passion he had. She kissed him back, running her hands through his flame colored hair, feeling the best she had ever felt since she entered the Universe of the Four Gods.
Lips still together, a thundering boom clapped in the sky, and the rains fell from the heavens, extinguishing the flames all around them, and even as the 3 staring Seishi approached them, they did not stop their kiss.
This chapter is a lot longer than the other 3! Oh well, I hope you didn't mind!!! Yeah! I'm so excited! This is my favorite chapter! Hehe, well I hope you liked it. Oh yeah, I don't take credit for the poem in the very beginning the story. My friend Courtney wrote it when the French teach separated us. It's just the funniest poem I've ever read, so I like to tease her about it, and post it every were I can! I hope you guys don't think I weird because of it!!! Anywayz, tell me what you think about my story in a review, ok? Promise? Until next chapter!
Amazonness Ryoga
