A/N: Hello! Okay, okay, so the title's not that great or
original. I couldn't think of a better one. Anyways, this is my
first attempt at a Hotohori/Miaka fic! There's just not enough
in the world of them. Frankly, I don't really like Tamahome, but
he's okay. I'm writing this story off the top of my head, so
this may end up as a PWP. In this fic, Miaka must choose between
her crush who loves her but doesn't show it, or the man who's
deeply in love with her and shows it. I'm a recent FY fan, and
I've only read the first 4 manga books, so if I get something
wrong, sorry. I really don't want any flames, so please don't
flame me. They make me so sad. :o(
... = thinking
"..." = talking
*...* = emphasis
Eternal Love
Chapter 1: "The Kiss"
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Emperor Hotohori paced back and forth in front of the door, his hands behind his back. Oh, Miaka. Please get better soon. I don't know what I'd do without you. He closed his eyes and reminsced (spelling?) about what had happened earlier that day. Tamahome had walked in carrying Miaka. Hotohori was indeed worried about his only love, and quickly laid her down on her bed, and called for servants to help tend to her needs and watch her until she woke up. That had been a couple hours ago, and Hotohori was still worried. Tamahome had run off as soon as Miaka was on her bed, and Hotohori had no idea where he had gone.
"Emperor?" asked a servant, slightly opening the door.
Hotohori quickly turned around. "Yes?" he said, troubled.
"Miaka has woken up. She is very tired, but I thought you would like to see her."
"Yes. Thank you." He rushed inside of the room, where a tired- looking Miaka lay on her bed. "Miaka!" he exclaimed, hugging her. "Are you all right?" The servants left the room, leaving Hotohori and Miaka alone.
"Hotohori." Her voice was very weak and quiet. "What hap--"
"Shhh," he hushed. "Save your energy. You will need it later, no doubt. You fainted and Tamahome--"
"Tamahome? Where is he?" she whispered.
"Well..." Hotohori cleared his throat. "I don't really know."
Miaka's face fell. It almost broke Hotohori's heart to know that Miaka's love had run away at the time when she needed him the most. He knew Miaka loved Tamahome, but he couldn't help himself from loving her even though she had not returned back the feelings he felt for her. He also knew Tamahome was probably the best choice (besides him, of course) for a husband. But now, Miaka's 'husband-to-be' was not even here to comfort her.
Hotohori desperately wanted Miaka to wipe that look off of her face. He almost broke down looking at it. He swept her into a hug again. Placing his hand on the back of Miaka's neck, he drew her close. Bravely, he carefully placed his lips over Miaka's. Miaka responded to Hotohori's kiss. She had never dreamed about a kiss from Hotohori, but she knew it was happening. He deepened the kiss, gently sucking on her lips. She was wearing nothing, only a blanket around her covered her bare chest. Miaka knew if she let it go too far, who knows what would happen. Hotohori knew Miaka didn't want to move too fast, so he respected that and after a few minutes, he pulled away from Miaka.
She was panting a bit, still not believing what had happened. Hotohori... She knew she loved Tamahome, but here was Hotohori, who just gave her the most wonderful kiss she had ever experienced.
"Miaka..." Hotohori said her name softly. He looked straight into her eyes. "You know I love you. I can't help myself... You are everything I dream of in an empress." Miaka blushed. "I have already proposed, but yet you refuse. When you refused, I felt as if... as if a dagger (spelling?) was plunged into my heart, stabbing continuously. I cannot force you to love me, but I'm asking for you to look into your heart once again, and make sure that Tamahome is the right choice. I am sorry that I sound conceited, but... Miaka, I desperately want you. I need you. Without you..."
"Hotohori. Please... please stop."
Her words caused Hotohori's eyes to widen. He hadn't known Miaka to be this harsh. He said nothing more.
"I... I can't choose between you two when you say these things." Miaka's eyes began to well with tears. She fought to keep them back. "I love Tamahome... but I also love you. I thought Tamahome was the one, but now you're trying to show me your love. I... I don't know what to do." A tear slipped down her cheek, but she didn't bother to wipe it away.
"I... I apologize... Suzako no Miko."
Suzako no Miko?! Miaka hadn't meant to push him *that* far away. Now he couldn't even say her name. "It's okay, Hotohori." She sniffed. "I mean, Emperor Saihitei..."
Hotohori's eyes widened when he heard his real name. "Miaka, I-- "
"Excuse me for interrupting, but I am getting very tired..."
"Of course, Mi-- Suzako no Miko." He stood up and made his way to the door. I love you, Miaka... He opened the door and was surprised to see Tamahome standing there.
"I-Is she okay?" Tamahome stammered.
Hotohori nodded solemnly, holding back tears. Oh Miaka. I didn't mean for that kiss to push us farther apart... He suddenly regretted the kiss.
Tamahome went inside the room, and Hotohori closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against the door and sighed. I know Tamahome is the one you love, but I'll always love you Miaka Yuki... no matter what.
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A/N: Yay! First chapter completed! Anyway, I think the rating will change in later chapters. I am thinking about a lemon, too. Well, please R&R! And please no flames. If you didn't like it, then tell me what I did wrong so I can be sure not to make the same mistake again. Arigatou, ja ne!
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e-mail: hotohori04@fushigiyugi.com
E-mail me for suggestions, comments, questions, or anything else! ^-^
... = thinking
"..." = talking
*...* = emphasis
Eternal Love
Chapter 1: "The Kiss"
= = = = = = = = = = =
Emperor Hotohori paced back and forth in front of the door, his hands behind his back. Oh, Miaka. Please get better soon. I don't know what I'd do without you. He closed his eyes and reminsced (spelling?) about what had happened earlier that day. Tamahome had walked in carrying Miaka. Hotohori was indeed worried about his only love, and quickly laid her down on her bed, and called for servants to help tend to her needs and watch her until she woke up. That had been a couple hours ago, and Hotohori was still worried. Tamahome had run off as soon as Miaka was on her bed, and Hotohori had no idea where he had gone.
"Emperor?" asked a servant, slightly opening the door.
Hotohori quickly turned around. "Yes?" he said, troubled.
"Miaka has woken up. She is very tired, but I thought you would like to see her."
"Yes. Thank you." He rushed inside of the room, where a tired- looking Miaka lay on her bed. "Miaka!" he exclaimed, hugging her. "Are you all right?" The servants left the room, leaving Hotohori and Miaka alone.
"Hotohori." Her voice was very weak and quiet. "What hap--"
"Shhh," he hushed. "Save your energy. You will need it later, no doubt. You fainted and Tamahome--"
"Tamahome? Where is he?" she whispered.
"Well..." Hotohori cleared his throat. "I don't really know."
Miaka's face fell. It almost broke Hotohori's heart to know that Miaka's love had run away at the time when she needed him the most. He knew Miaka loved Tamahome, but he couldn't help himself from loving her even though she had not returned back the feelings he felt for her. He also knew Tamahome was probably the best choice (besides him, of course) for a husband. But now, Miaka's 'husband-to-be' was not even here to comfort her.
Hotohori desperately wanted Miaka to wipe that look off of her face. He almost broke down looking at it. He swept her into a hug again. Placing his hand on the back of Miaka's neck, he drew her close. Bravely, he carefully placed his lips over Miaka's. Miaka responded to Hotohori's kiss. She had never dreamed about a kiss from Hotohori, but she knew it was happening. He deepened the kiss, gently sucking on her lips. She was wearing nothing, only a blanket around her covered her bare chest. Miaka knew if she let it go too far, who knows what would happen. Hotohori knew Miaka didn't want to move too fast, so he respected that and after a few minutes, he pulled away from Miaka.
She was panting a bit, still not believing what had happened. Hotohori... She knew she loved Tamahome, but here was Hotohori, who just gave her the most wonderful kiss she had ever experienced.
"Miaka..." Hotohori said her name softly. He looked straight into her eyes. "You know I love you. I can't help myself... You are everything I dream of in an empress." Miaka blushed. "I have already proposed, but yet you refuse. When you refused, I felt as if... as if a dagger (spelling?) was plunged into my heart, stabbing continuously. I cannot force you to love me, but I'm asking for you to look into your heart once again, and make sure that Tamahome is the right choice. I am sorry that I sound conceited, but... Miaka, I desperately want you. I need you. Without you..."
"Hotohori. Please... please stop."
Her words caused Hotohori's eyes to widen. He hadn't known Miaka to be this harsh. He said nothing more.
"I... I can't choose between you two when you say these things." Miaka's eyes began to well with tears. She fought to keep them back. "I love Tamahome... but I also love you. I thought Tamahome was the one, but now you're trying to show me your love. I... I don't know what to do." A tear slipped down her cheek, but she didn't bother to wipe it away.
"I... I apologize... Suzako no Miko."
Suzako no Miko?! Miaka hadn't meant to push him *that* far away. Now he couldn't even say her name. "It's okay, Hotohori." She sniffed. "I mean, Emperor Saihitei..."
Hotohori's eyes widened when he heard his real name. "Miaka, I-- "
"Excuse me for interrupting, but I am getting very tired..."
"Of course, Mi-- Suzako no Miko." He stood up and made his way to the door. I love you, Miaka... He opened the door and was surprised to see Tamahome standing there.
"I-Is she okay?" Tamahome stammered.
Hotohori nodded solemnly, holding back tears. Oh Miaka. I didn't mean for that kiss to push us farther apart... He suddenly regretted the kiss.
Tamahome went inside the room, and Hotohori closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against the door and sighed. I know Tamahome is the one you love, but I'll always love you Miaka Yuki... no matter what.
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A/N: Yay! First chapter completed! Anyway, I think the rating will change in later chapters. I am thinking about a lemon, too. Well, please R&R! And please no flames. If you didn't like it, then tell me what I did wrong so I can be sure not to make the same mistake again. Arigatou, ja ne!
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e-mail: hotohori04@fushigiyugi.com
E-mail me for suggestions, comments, questions, or anything else! ^-^
