Mima's Side of the Story
By: Satil

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None of the Fushigi Yuugi characters belong to me, but is rightfully owned by Watase Yuu. Only does the character Mima belong to me. And Mima would resemble me... I rather keep the same storyline. So don't sue me or anything if there's anything in here that you do NOT like. O.o;;;;; And I'd like to recieve reviews! ^_^ But no flames... @.x;;;
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Whoo! It's been a year already that I haven't kept up with this story? And let all my fans down? LOL My, my, what a depressing fact here. What I found screwy in my little 11-year-old mind was that I made Mima, who's 11, fall in love with Koji, who's...what? Nineteen? Grody. But, ya know. I was in my "but age doesn't matter in romance!" state of mind. So, maybe I should just have Mima go around saying she's fourteen, and after awhile, she starts believing she is. Does that seem okay?
Well, let me try to adjust to writing this story again. I realized I suddenly changed from calling the fifth seishi Genrou, to Tasuki, then back to Genrou. I'm trying to get my interest in writing back up again, so sorry if this kind of sucks. Haven't been into Fushigi Yuugi at all lately. Actually, I haven't been interested in anime since the school year started up again back in August. But, I'll try to make this story as interesting as possible! LOL ^^; Once again, sorry!
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~*Chapter 8*~
Sunday, March 10, 2002

'Miaka... please, stay strong,' I thought, uselessly. I walked around in circles, while Genrou and Nuriko tried to listen in with their ear to the door.
"Oi, Nuriko... are Hotohori and Miaka in love?" Genrou asked.
I looked over, and a vein was popping out of Nuriko's forehead. He socked Genrou, having him fall to the ground.
"I...Itai...!" Genrou twitched.
Suddenly, we heard Hotohori weeping. I opened the door just a bit, and peeked in. He was on his knees before the bed, Miaka with her hand on his head.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I can't..." Hotohori apologized, sobbing.
"It's alright, Hotohori. It's okay," Miaka assured him.
"I know it's painful, but hold on. I'll ask Myojuan once more. So..."
"Okay. I'll hold on."
Hotohori stood up and wiped away his tears. He walked towards the door, but I opened it for him. I looked up at his face, and saw how fragile this man, who appears so strong, is.

Hotohori busted through the door of Myojuan's home.
"You've come again?" Myojuan asked, not even bothering to look at who was at the door.
"Please, save Miaka! Please! I'm begging you..." Hotohori exclaimed, desperate to help Miaka from such torture.
"I'll plead, too. There's no one else to help her," Genrou added.
"We just can't do it the other way," I started.
"Miss Shoka's way is too dreadful," Nuriko remarked.
Myojuan dropped everything he had in his hands onto his desk. He started trembling. "Did you just say... 'Shoka'...?"
"Uh, yeah. Miaka is at Shoka's home right now," I said, a bit snobbishly.
"That's impossible!" Myojuan stood up and turned around, revealing dread and fear. "Shoka died a year ago!"
We all stumbled back. "Pardon me? She what?" I asked, not so sure of what he said.
"She died of the same disease a year ago..." Myojuan began. "I was the town doctor back then."
"Wait... so who's this 'Shoka' with Miaka?" Genrou asked.
"Shit! Tasuki, Nuriko, we're going back!" Hotohori announced, and started out the door, the other two seishi following him.
"Damnit! And what am I supposed to do?" I exclaimed.
"Mima, stay with Myojuan," Hotohori called back.
I went pale. 'Stay... with this old man here?' I thought, looking back at him, my left eye twitching.
He just looked back right at me, an eyebrow raised. "I'm going to go get myself ready. Wait out here."
I stood around while he went into the backroom. When he came out maybe five minutes later, he didn't have his mustache or beard anymore. His side burns weren't so long... and he cut his hair short! "The Hell...? You're... you're... you're young!" I pointed at him and fell over.

Myojuan and I ran into Miss Shoka's home, astonished by this creature who had hold of Miaka.
"Miaka!" I yelled. Genrou and Nuriko were holding off some zombies that were trying to get inside the house, and I couldn't seem to find where Hotohori was. "Where's Shoka?"
"Juan!" Shoka cries out, who seems to be from the demon.
"Juan?!" Nuriko and Genrou cry out.
"Whoa! The old man is way young!" Genrou exclaimed.
"Shoka, was it you that spread the disease in town? You became a demon and absorbs people's essence?" Myojuan demanded an answer, but still sounded hurt. "Is that right, Shoka? Is it? Why?"
The creature waved Miaka in the air, causing her to shriek.
"How can you say that? One year ago, I was ill and facing death. I waited for you, but you never came. But I still believed...
"You never came. It was painful, but I bore it until the end. But... you never came!" Shoka sounded in rage, and the creature went mad. It started shaking Miaka violently, my heart pounding, hoping that it won't harm Miaka so much that it'll kill her. "You don't have any right to say anything to me! I'll kill this girl, and then you!"
"Tasuki!" Hotohori said.
"Yeah!" Genrou whipped out his tessen, but Miaka objected.
"No! Don't kill Miss Shoka!" Miaka called.
"It's a fucking demon, Miaka! Let Genrou kill it for all it's worth!" I called out. For all I knew, it was an ugly creature and it grossed me out, and all I wanted was for it to be dead and long gone.
"Miss Shoka is not a monster!" Miaka cried out. "Myojuan is your boyfriend, isn't he? You came back to see him. You didn't see him before you died, how sad. You're upset because you didn't say goodbye to him. But if you're so sad about it, you should've fight with him now!"
"Miss Miaka..." the creature let down Miaka slowly, but it tightened its grip on her.
"Miss Shoka!" Miaka cried.
"She's right, Juan... I've been waiting for you," Shoka said. "Please help me. Juan, use your power to defeat this monster before I'm completely destroyed. If you don't, Miss Miaka..."
"Shoka, you've been hounded by this demon?!" Mitsukake cried.
I watched all of this, just so touched by how upsetting this all was.
"I'm sorry, Juan! This demon took over my body when I was about to die..." Shoka sounded so upset, it was depressing. "Juan, hurry! If you kill me, the demon will be gone! I'll be released from this demon, and the villagers will be saved. Kill me! Hurry!
"Miaka... you will heal. I'm sorry for everything."
"Dai juryokku... Yoma Messhou!" Mitsukake cried, and an incredible power was sent over the demon. I couldn't see, because I was blinded by such light.
"Hey... the zombies are actual people! Good thing you didn't fry them, Genrou," I said, after the light was gone and realized the house we were in was an illusion. I turned around, and saw Hotohori and Myojuan at the side of Miaka.
"How is she?" Hotohori asked.
"I just need to absorb the demon's power from her, and it will all be fine," Myojuan answered.
"The mark of Suzaku!" Miaka exclaimed, grabbing Myojuan's hand, staring at his palm in bewilderment.
"You...?" Nuriko stared at Myojuan.
"My Suzaku's Guardian name is Mitsukake," Myojuan announced.