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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~*Chapter 10*~
Sunday, July 21, 2002

"Miaka, get ready for bed! We have a long day tomorrow," I called out to her.
"Hey, do bats attack people?" she asked, sounding like she's still brushing her teeth.
"Bats? Generally not. Ordinarily, bats don't choose to be around humans," Nuriko answered. "They use sound, which can't be heard by humans, to distinguish objects. If they're normal, there's nothing to worry about. Sounds that can't be heard by humans."
I drowned out their conversation and began thinking of home. My brother, sisters, mom and dad, friends... It's been days since I've left. I wondered if they missed me.
The next thing I knew, I was sleeping, and I had a dream. My dream was of being at home again, in class, staring at my crush at home and how much of a jerk my ex-boyfriend is to me now, saying he dumped me when my friends and I know I dumped him. And then it switched to the halls, me walking and talking with my best friend Hayuma, who was having a party that night at his place. Then I bumped into Miaka and another girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes. We exchanged glances, but didn't think much of our acquaintance.
Then I woke up with Miaka telling me to get up. "Nene, Mima. It's the flute again."
"Mm...? I don't hear a thing. Shuddup and go away," I grumbled. I was just ready to go to sleep again when I heard Miaka screaming 'no.' I jerked my eyes open and whispered, "Miaka."
"Hotohori! Genrou! It's Miaka!" I got out of my bed and started shaking Genrou, who was in the bed above me. "Genrou! Genrou! It's Miaka! She's in danger!"
"Huh...? Miaka? Aw, man!" he got up and jumped out of his bed and got Hotohori up. "Hotohori, it's Miaka. Get up." They both stepped outside. Through the window, I saw Miaka running with the two guys chasing after her.
I sat on Nuriko's bed and shook him. "Nuriko... Nuriko..."
"Hm... What you want now?" he groaned.
"It's Miaka. She's being attacked by bats and Hotohori and Tasuki are chasing after her," I replied. "Should we go after? Help them? I mean, you help them?"
"I'm sure they'll take care of it, Mima," Nuriko got up and looked at me with sleepy eyes. His shirt was off, and I blushed, but then remembered he's a guy and that he didn't have any breasts. "Not that I don't care about her. But they'll take care of whatever's happening."
"I hope so," I mumbled.
"Say, how old are you?" Nuriko asked.
"Fourteen," I grinned, thinking how cool it was to say I'm fourteen and somebody buying it.
"Okay, go to bed. You're fourteen and you need sleep. You're only a kid," Nuriko went back to sleep, while I just glared and went back to my bed.
I sat there, thinking, wondering if they were going to be okay until they came in with a boy behind them. He looked fifteen, just like Miaka. He was about Miaka's height, dirty blonde hair, wearing blue capri's with a blue robish like thing, and a blue band around his forehead. In his hand was a flute.
"Nuriko, Mima, we found the last seishi! The seventh one!" Miaka announced.
"That's great, Miaka!" I said, then I whispered to Tasuki when he sat next to me. "Seishi? The last one? What good is it having seven shichiseishis?"
"Having the seven guardians allows Miaka, Suzako no Miko, to summon the God, Suzaku," he replied.
"Chiriko, why don't you sleep in that bed over there?" Miaka pointed to an empty bed next to me.
"Thank you," he said and went over to it, took off his shoes, and slipped himself into the bed and fell asleep. The rest of us did, too.

I mounted the horse along with Hotohori, since he said I could. Miaka was saying goodbye and thanking them for their hospitality. Nuriko and Hotohori were talking about how it's hard to believe they have all the guardians together, and Tasuki and Mitsukake were just talking about God-knows-what.
"But Onee-chan's Oniichan's wife! I want to stay with her!" Yuiren, the youngest, was clinging onto Miaka.
"Yuiren! You're being disrespectful!" Chuei tried pulling Yuiren away but she clung onto Miaka.
"No! No! No!" Yuiren just wouldn't let go.
Then Chiriko played his flute, a soft tune. Yuiren suddenly let go and fell asleep.
"YOU DUMB SHIT!" Genrou yelled, grabbing Chiriko. "WHY'D YOU DO THAT!? Muddle around with a little kid's mind!"
"She's asleep, you idiot," I told Genrou.
Genrou fell over.
"The music has a tranquilizing effect," Chiriko explained. "She'll probably have sweet dreams."
"You little dumbass," I told Genrou when he walked by me.
"What?!" he said in surprise.
"It's not like Chiriko would kill Yuiren in front of everybody. Baka..." I shook my head in disapprovement.

Hours later, we arrived at Konan Palace. The place was beautiful! It was like a rich, Chinese mansion. God, it was so beautiful. And so clean, too!
"Daaa! Miaka!" I heard somebody exclaim.
Me and Tasuki looked over and saw a person with blue hair and a very smiley face. "What the... what the hell is that!?" We both pointed at it.
"Chichiri, he's one of... us," Nuriko answered.
"Su-su-sugoi! I get to stay in a palace!" Chiriko exclaimed.
I put my arm around Chiriko's neck. "Heheh... this is just the beginning!"
"Haven't seen Hotohori for a bit," Mistukake said.
"You haven't figured it out yet? He's..." Nuriko began.
"Don't bother, Nuriko," Hotohori's voice interrupted. We turned, and we saw him walking down the steps in Emperor clothes.
...Emperor clothes!?
"Emperor! I'm glad to see you have returned safely, no da," Chichiri said in a cheerful voice.
Chiriko, Mitsukake, Genrou, and I all had blank and surprised faces.
"The Emp-er-or!" Genrou said, stuttering.

Dinner that night, we were discussing how we were going to bring Tamahome back.
"So, how do we get Tamahome out of there?" Hotohori said.
Genrou and I still had very surprised expressions on. I could tell he was thinking, 'What'll I do now? I've been so rude to him!' (AN: He actually did think this, with a very chickened-out voice. LOL Very funny.)
"We need to be stiff. We've been through a lot of things together as Seishi, along with Mima," he gestured his hand towards me, which I sat at the left side of him. "Our only problem isn't just getting Tamahome back, but also the 'Four God's Sky and Earth' back. It is needed for the summoning of Suzaku. I only remember some details of the ceremony."
"I'll do it," Miaka said. "I'll go to Kutou and get Tamahome back. And the Shijin Tenchi Sho!"
"Miaka, what are you saying?"
"It was my fault the Shiji Tenchi Sho was taken."
"But..."
"I'll go with her, no da!" Chichiri volunteered. "But for now, it's better to give Tamahome some warning."
"Right now? Talk to Tamahome?" Miaka exclaimed.
"But, Chichiri, how?" I asked.

Since I was sharing the same room as Miaka, I took a bath before she did and wore her pajama bottoms and a white tank top. I watched her as she got ready to go talk to Tamahome.
"What does he look like?" I asked her.
"Handsome! Blue hair, blue-ish, greenish eyes, tall, muscular... Oh, I love him so much, Mima! You don't know how much!" she answered. "How does this look on me?" She put a purple skirt and green shirt on. It looked okay, but I didn't want her to go through another set of clothes so I just smiled and put a thumbs up. "Sugoi!" She finished her makeup and hair while I watched her, then she ran out of the room, calling back, "I'll be back soon! Don't stay up for me!"
I smiled, and thought of Koji, and our first kiss. It was an awkward situation. While thinking of him, I crawled under the covers and fell asleep, happy that Miaka's going to see the love of her life.