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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o__O; My last chapter on this story was on March 10... and it's already July. I really need to start working on this again, since I got a lot of good reviews. ^^ Enjoy.
P.S. I'm sorry if I'm not really accurate with these scenes anymore... It's been a year since I've actually watched the series, so I can't recall a lot of the details.
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~*Chapter 9*~
Saturday, July 20, 2002

After meeting Mitsukake, the grumpy bastard who wouldn't heal Miaka in the first place, we traveled towards the forest.
"Hey, look! There's a house!" Nuriko pointed towards deeper into the forest, and as he said, there was a house.
"Hmph... Looks abandoned. We could probably crash there for the night," Genrou suggested.
"But it looks so creepy!" Miaka and I whined, clinging to each other with wide eyes.
"Oh, stop it you two!" Nuriko grabbed Miaka by her shirt and dragged her, while Genrou carried me over his shoulder, me staring at Hotohori. He seemed sort of freaked out because I kept staring at his face (that was too beautiful for a man) and he said, "What? Is there something on my face?"
Genrou tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge. So he stepped back, and kicked it, the door busting open. "Ha! Finally."
"Hmph... Show off," Nuriko mumbled, walking by him after letting go of Miaka. "Aaah.. This place is dusty, but it'll do."
The rest of us stepped in and looked around. Dust was all over the place, including the beds.
"Grody! We have to sleep in that?" I pointed to one of the dusty, dirty beds.
"Afraid so," Hotohori answered, stepping to the one I pointed to and shook the covers and beat the pillow. "There." Dust was all over the place and we all coughed.
"Yuck!" Miaka exclaimed.
"We better get a good night's sleep," Nuriko suggested, looking out the window. "It's dark, and we have a long day tomorrow since we're heading back to the Konan Empire."
Suddenly, we heard snoring, and saw Tasuki already shirtless with just his pants on.
"Gack!" I exclaimed, while the rest of us just fall over.

Miaka and I gargle some Listerine she brought with her while she brushes her teeth. We both spit it out at the same time.
"Mima, how did you get here?" Miaka asked, leaning on the wall, looking at her feet.
'Should I tell her?' I thought. "Um..."
"I mean... Well, are you from here?"
"No, I'm not," I scratched my head.
"Then, where?"
"Tokyo, Japan..."
"No kidding! I'm from there, too!
"Then, how'd you get here?"
"I think this is a coincedence.
"I was in the library, just getting out of school. I was getting a snack when I saw a red feather and heard a bird." Everything that happened at the library was coming back, even the lines of what Yui read. "Then I looked up the stairs and saw that the door was open and so I decided to check it out. Then I heard you and your Yui friend talking..."
"And when Yui was reading from the book then... transferred here," Miaka finished, seeing how things worked.
"Hai. That's how it all happened."
"But why are you here? Yui and I are here for reasons, not saying that you aren't. It's just I'm Suzako no Miko and she's Seiryuu no Miko."
"I've been here for a couple weeks now, Miaka. I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know how I'm going to get back."
"Miaka! Mima! Go to sleep already. You guys are keeping us all awake," Nuriko complained.
"Coming, Nuriko!" I called back. I took one last glance at Miaka for the night and went into the room where the beds were. "Hey! Where am I going to sleep?"
"Oh, you're sharing with Tasuki," Nuriko answered.
"Ugh, stupid bandit!" I smacked Tasuki.
"Owww!!!" He shrieked. "What'd you do that for!?"
"Because. You're in my bed," I answered.
"Who says this is your bed, huh?"
"Fine, if you're going to be that way, then I'm going to share it with you." I pushed him over and crawled in, making sure the blanket covered all of me. I snuggled closer to Genrou for warmth, and he didn't seem to mind because he didn't flinch at all.

I woke up to the sound of mumbling, and I groaned. I found myself facing the door (the bed is straight across from the door under a window), with Genrou facing the same way, his arm around me. 'Egh... I'm too tired to remove it,' I thought.
"Perry came to Japan with the Black Fleet in 1853. Japan and America's Treaty of Amity ended isolationism in 1858. The campaign lead by Ii Naosuki advocating the..."
"Enh... Shuddup, whoever you are..." I grumbled, putting my head under the pillow.
"...and the expulsion of foreigners was Ii Naosuki," the mumbling went on. It turned out to be Miaka studying her history.
"It's too early in the morning to start all this racket. Miaka, shut up!" Nuriko yelled, trying to drown out the sound of Miaka's voice by putting his head under his pillow like I did.
"What else can I do?" Miaka asked. "Facts are easier to memorize when recited out loud. If nothing else, I'm still an examinee for high school."
"I don't know what the means, but we're all bone tired," Nuriko said.
"It means she's trying to get into a certain school and to do that she has to take a test, now will all of you, please shut up?" I barked.
"Sorry I mentioned it, Mima," Nuriko snapped. "Miaka, has the mirror been working lately? Is it broken?"
"Of course not! Don't be weak! Never give up!" Miaka said, slamming her hand on the desk, making me fall out of the bed.
"Geezez!" I cried out. "Watch it, Miaka."
"Oh?" Miaka looked out the window, being quiet, as if she were hearing something.
"Miaka?" I asked, sitting down and taking the blanket and wrapping it around me. I looked up at Genrou and he shivered.
"Ssh, I hear something..." she told me. I tried listening in on what she was hearing, but I heard nothing. "A flute? Nene, do you hear a flute, Mima? Nuriko, why is it here?"
"I don't hear a flute," I yawned, ready to go back to sleep.
"I don't know, Miaka... many people play flutes. Now go back to sleep. I didn't hear anything," Nuriko answered. "NOW SHUT THE HELL UP!"

I don't remember what else happened after Nuriko told Miaka to shut up, but I woke up with Hotohori poking at me. "Mmm...?"
"Mima, get up. We're moving on," he said softly, looking at me.
"Mm... Hotohori... but I'm exhausted," I replied, looking at him with sleepy eyes.
"We all are. Just get up," he put his right arm under my legs and his left arm around my back and picked me up.
"Hey, hey...! Put me down!" I demanded, kicking around.
"There was no other way to get you up," he said, chuckling.
"Hotohori...!" I said, frustrated. He finally let me down next to Nuriko.
"Hey, kid. 'Morning," Nuriko put his hand on my head.
"Shuddup," I said grumpily, folding my arms with a cross face.
Miaka and Hotohori mounted their horse and the rest of us walked on for about two miles.
We walked by a puddle of water and I looked in to see my reflection. I frowned at what I saw. My red and orange hair was a mess (was originally black but I died the top orange and it blended into a dark red towards the ends), my face was grungy, and had bags under my blue eyes. And my black eye liner was fading.
"Hey, Miaka, what about that flute you heard this morning?" Nuriko said.
"I swear, it's true! I did hear a flute!" Miaka insisted.
"Hey, Mitsukake, did you hear it?" Tasuki asked. I totally forgot that Mistukake was with us since he doesn't talk a lot. But he did bring his cat, and his cat suddenly hopped onto my shoulder.
"Mrow," it looked at me with its eyes.
"No," Mitsukake replied.
"Miaka has lost her marbles," I said.
Nuriko laughed. "She probably heard some kind of insect sound."
"If Miaka says she heard it, it's the truth," Hotohori said.
"Oh, hey, there's a village down there," Genrou pointed out.
"It's Tamahome's village," Miaka said.
"Who's Tamahome?" I asked.
"Another seishi," Hotohori answered, flatly.
'Sounds more like Miaka's boyfriend to me, from the way Hotohori said it,' I thought, but all I said was, "Oh, I see."
"Oh, that's right. After so long..." Nuriko agreed to Miaka's comment.
"His sisters, brothers, and ailing father... Oh, yeah! Mitsukake, come with me!" Miaka grabbed Mitsukake's hand and began running to Tamahome's home.
"Agh, there she goes again!" I cried.
"It's okay, Mima. All she's doing is going to have Mitsukake heal Tamahome's father," Nuriko said.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"He's ill. That's all," Nuriko answered.
The rest of us followed Miaka to the house she disappeared in and went in. I looked around in awe.
The place was very ancient and old looking, though somehow not that old, I do not know how to explain. There was a stove, table, and a little hallway that probably led to the bedrooms.
"Oh, Miko-sama, why isn't our brother with you?" one of the little kids asked. I assumed they were Tamahome's little brothers and sisters. Boy, they must really miss him, and he miss them.
Miaka just pretended she fell asleep until Tasuki smacked her. "Don't pretend you're asleep!"
I watched as another kid pulled on Hotohori's clothes. "Miss, are you my big brother's wife?"
Hotohori went down on his knees to the kid's eye level. "I am a man.
"But you're too beautiful," the little girl said.
"Though you're poor, you're so frank," Hotohori hugged the kid.
I smacked him. "You're so full of it, aren't you!?" I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"Doctor, I caught some fish! I'll cook them right away," a boy who was maybe 10 and the oldest of the bunch, stood in the doorway with a basket of fish.
"T-Tamahome!" Miaka flung herself at him, both of them falling over.
I raised my eyebrow. "That's Tamahome, Miaka's little boyfriend?"
"No, that's just Tamahome's brother. They look quite alike," Nuriko corrected.
"No, I'm Chuei!!!" the boy exclaimed.
'Chuei's pretty cute. If they look alike, I bet Tamahome's hot!' I thought, grinning.