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 13*~
Monday, July 22, 2002
"Genrou, do you think Miaka's hiding something from us?" I asked.
"I don't know. She's acting strange," Genrou answered. "Really."
'I wonder why. Did she and Yui talk? What happened?' I thought.
Chichiri finally came by, in his usual self.
"UNTIE ME, ASSHOLE!" Genrou yelled, furious.
"Tasuki, the jig's up!" Chichiri announced. "Oh, by the way, where's Miaka?"
"She's the one who did this to us!!!" I exclaimed. "UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!" I started kicking my legs furiously so Chichiri would get the point that if he unties me right now, nobody gets hurt.
"Miaka did? That was pretty careless of you two, especially you, Tasuki," Chichiri said, smiling and laughing at us.
"Didn't I tell you!? I hate woman! They're cunning!" Genrou complained.
"Hey, I'm a woman!" I glared at him.
"You're too flat to be one," he said, all calm, once Chichiri untied the both of us.
"ASSHOLE!" I smacked him upside the head as hard as I could. I wiped my hands together, then folded my arms. "Unthoughtful jerk."
"Shouldn't have said that, na no da," Chichiri scratched his head, with a sweatdrop.
"Shut up," Genrou mumbled, twitching.
When Genrou got back up, dusting himself off, he said, "She's probably under that damned tree again. We've got to rush her out of here."
"Yeah," I added, "It's too dangerous for her to be alone."
The three of us headed towards the more forest part of the palace, searching for Miaka. We kept calling out her name, but she didn't answer.
"Wasn't there something specific and unique about that tree they were going to meet under?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah! It was the tallest tree in the courtyard, no da," Chichiri answered, remembering.
"Then let's go find it," I suggested.
It took us a while to find it, but sure enough, there was Miaka with a tall man in black clothing. But, he whipped out his ninchaku, and was ready to strike Miaka, when she fainted.
"Shit!" Genrou mumbled. "Miaka!" He ran towards her, then picked her up and jumped high into the air, taking the blow from the ninchaku.
"Genrou!" I cried. I ran after him, Chichiri following me.
"Tasuki, Tasuki! Are you hurt?" Chichiri asked, looking down at Miaka. She fainted, alright. She was surprised that the man was going to kill her.
"I'm okay, Miaka's not," Genrou replied, blood trickling down the side of his head.
"Miaka!" Chichiri cried.
"She fainted," I said.
"Suzaku Seishi," the guy interrupted. We turned to look at him. But when my eyes first laid on him, Chuei appeared in my head.
"That must be Tamahome," I gasped. He was wearing a blue bandana around his forehead, that looked like it was covering something up. He held out his nunchaku's towards us. No doubt about it that there were traces of damned evil in his eyes. Just looking at him gave me the shivers, and made me feel nothing else but pure anger.
"Now I won't have to hunt you down," he continued. "I'll take the two of you out, and then the girl."
"Tamahome, what're you doing, no da!" Chichiri cried, so confused.
'Am I going to die?' I thought.
"The one who injured her..." Genrou began.
'Is my magic no match against him? Can he take down my tiger?' I kept thinking.
Genrou turned to face him, fury showing in his face. "...was YOU, wasn't it, TAMAHOME?!" He stood up. "Isn't that right?"
"Tasuki, calm down, na no da," Chichiri told him.
"Not only her arm you injured... But what you've done..." His hands where in fists, and they were tight. Genrou's back was towards us, but I could still see the anger in his face, the wanting to kill him in his red and brown eyes. "She wanted to see you so badly, but you have BROKEN her heart! But, whatever your reason... YOU'RE ON MY SHIT LIST!"
"If I'm on your shit list," Tamahome grinned, excitement showing, "what're you going to do about it?"
"Beat you to a FUCKING BLOODY PULP, TAMAHOME!" Genrou growled at him.
"Oh, Genrou! No!" I cried.
Chichiri put his hand on my shoulder.
The two of them stared down each other.
"Tasuki, don't, no da!" Chichiri yelled. "He's one of us! He's a friend, na no da!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, LOUDMOUTH!" Genrou snapped. He shifted his feet, and got in a fighting stance. "What friend does what he did?! Tell me! And after you have..." Genrou began running towards Tamahome, ready to kill him. "I'LL TEAR YOU TO SHREADS!"
Genrou threw his fast at him, but Tamahome blocked it and got ready to throw his nanchaku at Genrou's head.
"Genrou!" I gasped.
To my very fortunate luck, Genrou whipped himself around and kicked at Tamahome, aiming at his head. But Tamahome blocked it by crossing his arms over.
Genrou jumped up and got ready to kick him from the air, but he didnt expect Tamahome to hit him straight up in the stomach with a kick and a hit from his nanchaku. Genrou was thrown across the air and into a tree, his back hitting it full speed.
He slid down, and cursed. "You son of a bitch!" He growled.
"Oh, Genrou! No!" I cried, and clung onto Chichiri's right arm, can't bear to look at what's going on anymore. "Chichiri! Make them stop! Onegai!"
Tamahome just kept on whipping his nanchaku, as if they were a toy.
"You're really fond of that toy, aren't you?" Genrou accused. "I'll show you how it's really done!" He whipped out his tessen. "Rekka... Shinen!"
A burst of flames shot out from the iron fan, all heading towards Tamahome.
"The barrier!" Chichiri gasped. "It's been released!"
I watched as Tamahome jumped up and away from the flames just when it was barely inches before him.
Genrou tried again, except he put his fan together and tried hitting Tamahome with it, but he kept dodging the attacks. The bandit got a hit in, but only cut away Tamahome's bandana, revealing nothing.
Chichiri's jaw dropped, revealing a gasp.
"What is it, Chichiri?" I asked, pulling on his sleeve.
"Tamahome, when he fights, the sign of the ogre appears on his forehead, no da," Chichiri explained, still shocked. "Tasuki, knock it off, no da! That's Tamahome, but not Tamahome, na no da!"
Genrou backed away from Tamahome when he tried swinging a fist at him.
"Did that make sense to you, Jackass!" Genrou, being distracted by Chichiri, lost his concentration and Tamahome hit him in the face with his fist. "Owww! What're you DOING, Damn you!!!"
I watched as Tasuki was thrown down onto the ground on his back. Tamahome striked Genrou again, but Genrou blocked the metal nanchaku with his tessen.
"Rekka... Shinen!" He chanted, and another burst of flames shot out. I thought Tamahome was being engulfed by the fire, but I saw him land a couple yards away.
"Stop! Tasuki!!!" Miaka cried, finally have woken up from her slumber. "Please don't kill Tamahome! Onegai!" Yet again, she collapsed. Chichiri caught her. "If Tamahome... if Tamahome dies... I... I... please STOP!" Miaka's pleas echoed throughout the Kutou Empire. Genrou just stared at her in disbelief.
Tamahome was at it again, and did a swift kick at Genrou, who was caught off guard, and just blocked it. The kick was strong enough to send Genrou sliding back a couple inches.
I watched Genrou put away his halisen, and get back on his feet. I couldn't hear what Tamahome was saying, but Genrou's words were loud enough to understand.
"I don't need a weapon to beat you," he said, calmly. But that was Genrou's biggest mistake.
Tamahome ran up and hit Genrou in the head with his metal weapon. Genrou was sent back down to the ground, his lips kissing the dirt. His body slid across the grass.
I began growling as I watched Tamahome put his foot ontop of Genrou's head. I ran my tongue along my teeth, feeling my fangs growing in. The tiger inside of me wanted to get out, wanting to attack Tamahome and eat him up. It wanted to rip his guts out, and drag them into the bushes and nibble on his thick bones.
Heh. Felines have the most interesting thoughts.
I bared my teeth, and scrunched up my nose, glaring at Tamahome. I got on my hands and feet, bending my legs slightly, like how cats do when they're ready to attack.
"Mima, don't, no da!" Chichiri pleaded. "It'll only cause more trouble, no da!"
I ignored him, or rather, the tiger ignored him. I could already feel myself taking form of the animal. The tiger was angry, that's for sure. If the tiger's anger and my anger are combined once I'm fully in its body, only Suzaku knows what will happen.
"What's the matter?" Tamahome asked, grinning. "Why don't you attack me?"
'I'll attack you, alright,' I thought, cruelly. 'And wipe that grin off your face, then come back and scratch your cold, dark eyes out, you heartless bastard.'
"You said you don't need a weapon," Tamahome ranted on. "I'll use mine, though." He began hitting Genrou in the head with his stupid nanchaku, repetitively. I completely lost it right then. I was absolutely furious.
I let out a roar, which disturbed Tamahome. He looked up at me, me guessing he didn't see me take form before. I charged at him, ready to pounce on him and fulfill what tigers do to their prey. But when I jumped, I was hit by a powerful blast and was sent back down on the ground, next to Miaka. The tiger chickened out, and left me, back into my human body.
"Mima!" Miaka exclaimed.
"Damn, he's watching, no da," Chichiri mumbled. My eyes were closed at this time, but I opened them slightly and looked at him.
"Sorry. I should have listened to you," I apologized.
I looked back at Tamahome and Genrou, and Tamahome continued on hitting him.
"Tasuki won't live through much more," Miaka said, looking at the two seishis. "Chichiri, please, can't you make them quit?"
"It's frustrating, but no matter what I try, it won't do any good," Chichiri's voice quivered.
The three of us watched Tamahome beat the crap out of Genrou. He was being tossed around like some sort of play toy, and getting kicked in the stomach.
"Tamahome! Please, don't do it!" Miaka pleaded.
Tamahome made his final blow at Genrou, and he was sent towards the tree, his back hitting it, making a loud thud.
But Genrou got back up, not knowing that enough is enough. "That's not enough, damn you," he struggled to say, but managed.
"Oh, God, Genrou! Please, know when you've been beaten!" I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes.
Genrou completely ignored me. "Do you think it's that easy? To take me out just like that?"
"You think it's not?" Tamahome grinned even more. "Then playtime is over."
"Chichiri! Get Miaka and Mima out of here!" he ordered. "While I'm still hanging on!"
"Oh, God," Miaka said.
Chichiri tried getting us out of her, but we were all hit by a blast.
"It's HIM. He's nearby," Chichiri mumbled. He tried again, and this time, success.
We watched Nakago appear, and Tasuki trying to attack him but was hit by Nakago's blow.
"Hang in there. We shouldn't waste Tasuki's help," Chichiri said, covering Miaka's mouth so she wouldn't yell out and blow our hiding spot.
"Mrow," I heard Mitsukake's cat meow.
Chichiri put his fingers on the cat's forehead.
"What are you doing, Chichiri?" I asked.
"Just wait and see, no da," Chichiri told me. "Emperor! For now, I can only break the barrier the size of a cat, no da. I need you to find a way to break down the barrier, no da!"
A blast was nearby, probably done by Nakago, causing Miaka to scream.
"Miaka!" I heard Hotohori's voice cry out from the cat. Strange.
Nakago made more blast at us. Chichiri wrapped Miaka and I in his arms, trying to reduce more damage.
We can hear Hotohori and Chiriko talking, and that Chiriko can break the barrier with his flute.
Nakago blasted away the bush we were hiding behind, and found us.
"It's all over," he said, quite calmly, in his low voice.
"We're done for, no da," Chichiri said.
But, just then, we heard Chiriko's flute. Neko-chan was still connected to Konan Palace, and the music was coming from the cat.
"Now, na no da!" Chichiri used his magic to break Tamahome's nanchaku that was around Genrou's neck. In a blink of an eye, Chichiri got Genrou and brought him back to where Miaka and I were.
"I got like this because I was concerned about you," Genrou explaned, "Miaka. That's... why I... hate... females." At that moment, he fainted.
"Tasuki! Tasuki!" Miaka cried.
"It's alright, Miaka," I assured her. "He's alive. Just unconscious."
"Sayonara, Tamahome," Miaka whispered. "Sayonara."
I looked at Miaka, but she was focused on Tamahome. Tears were welling up just as well in her eyes as well as mine. I looked over at Tamahome, too.
His eyes were as dark and evil as the Devil's. He just glared at us, hating all of us.
Including Miaka.
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 13*~
Monday, July 22, 2002
"Genrou, do you think Miaka's hiding something from us?" I asked.
"I don't know. She's acting strange," Genrou answered. "Really."
'I wonder why. Did she and Yui talk? What happened?' I thought.
Chichiri finally came by, in his usual self.
"UNTIE ME, ASSHOLE!" Genrou yelled, furious.
"Tasuki, the jig's up!" Chichiri announced. "Oh, by the way, where's Miaka?"
"She's the one who did this to us!!!" I exclaimed. "UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!" I started kicking my legs furiously so Chichiri would get the point that if he unties me right now, nobody gets hurt.
"Miaka did? That was pretty careless of you two, especially you, Tasuki," Chichiri said, smiling and laughing at us.
"Didn't I tell you!? I hate woman! They're cunning!" Genrou complained.
"Hey, I'm a woman!" I glared at him.
"You're too flat to be one," he said, all calm, once Chichiri untied the both of us.
"ASSHOLE!" I smacked him upside the head as hard as I could. I wiped my hands together, then folded my arms. "Unthoughtful jerk."
"Shouldn't have said that, na no da," Chichiri scratched his head, with a sweatdrop.
"Shut up," Genrou mumbled, twitching.
When Genrou got back up, dusting himself off, he said, "She's probably under that damned tree again. We've got to rush her out of here."
"Yeah," I added, "It's too dangerous for her to be alone."
The three of us headed towards the more forest part of the palace, searching for Miaka. We kept calling out her name, but she didn't answer.
"Wasn't there something specific and unique about that tree they were going to meet under?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah! It was the tallest tree in the courtyard, no da," Chichiri answered, remembering.
"Then let's go find it," I suggested.
It took us a while to find it, but sure enough, there was Miaka with a tall man in black clothing. But, he whipped out his ninchaku, and was ready to strike Miaka, when she fainted.
"Shit!" Genrou mumbled. "Miaka!" He ran towards her, then picked her up and jumped high into the air, taking the blow from the ninchaku.
"Genrou!" I cried. I ran after him, Chichiri following me.
"Tasuki, Tasuki! Are you hurt?" Chichiri asked, looking down at Miaka. She fainted, alright. She was surprised that the man was going to kill her.
"I'm okay, Miaka's not," Genrou replied, blood trickling down the side of his head.
"Miaka!" Chichiri cried.
"She fainted," I said.
"Suzaku Seishi," the guy interrupted. We turned to look at him. But when my eyes first laid on him, Chuei appeared in my head.
"That must be Tamahome," I gasped. He was wearing a blue bandana around his forehead, that looked like it was covering something up. He held out his nunchaku's towards us. No doubt about it that there were traces of damned evil in his eyes. Just looking at him gave me the shivers, and made me feel nothing else but pure anger.
"Now I won't have to hunt you down," he continued. "I'll take the two of you out, and then the girl."
"Tamahome, what're you doing, no da!" Chichiri cried, so confused.
'Am I going to die?' I thought.
"The one who injured her..." Genrou began.
'Is my magic no match against him? Can he take down my tiger?' I kept thinking.
Genrou turned to face him, fury showing in his face. "...was YOU, wasn't it, TAMAHOME?!" He stood up. "Isn't that right?"
"Tasuki, calm down, na no da," Chichiri told him.
"Not only her arm you injured... But what you've done..." His hands where in fists, and they were tight. Genrou's back was towards us, but I could still see the anger in his face, the wanting to kill him in his red and brown eyes. "She wanted to see you so badly, but you have BROKEN her heart! But, whatever your reason... YOU'RE ON MY SHIT LIST!"
"If I'm on your shit list," Tamahome grinned, excitement showing, "what're you going to do about it?"
"Beat you to a FUCKING BLOODY PULP, TAMAHOME!" Genrou growled at him.
"Oh, Genrou! No!" I cried.
Chichiri put his hand on my shoulder.
The two of them stared down each other.
"Tasuki, don't, no da!" Chichiri yelled. "He's one of us! He's a friend, na no da!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, LOUDMOUTH!" Genrou snapped. He shifted his feet, and got in a fighting stance. "What friend does what he did?! Tell me! And after you have..." Genrou began running towards Tamahome, ready to kill him. "I'LL TEAR YOU TO SHREADS!"
Genrou threw his fast at him, but Tamahome blocked it and got ready to throw his nanchaku at Genrou's head.
"Genrou!" I gasped.
To my very fortunate luck, Genrou whipped himself around and kicked at Tamahome, aiming at his head. But Tamahome blocked it by crossing his arms over.
Genrou jumped up and got ready to kick him from the air, but he didnt expect Tamahome to hit him straight up in the stomach with a kick and a hit from his nanchaku. Genrou was thrown across the air and into a tree, his back hitting it full speed.
He slid down, and cursed. "You son of a bitch!" He growled.
"Oh, Genrou! No!" I cried, and clung onto Chichiri's right arm, can't bear to look at what's going on anymore. "Chichiri! Make them stop! Onegai!"
Tamahome just kept on whipping his nanchaku, as if they were a toy.
"You're really fond of that toy, aren't you?" Genrou accused. "I'll show you how it's really done!" He whipped out his tessen. "Rekka... Shinen!"
A burst of flames shot out from the iron fan, all heading towards Tamahome.
"The barrier!" Chichiri gasped. "It's been released!"
I watched as Tamahome jumped up and away from the flames just when it was barely inches before him.
Genrou tried again, except he put his fan together and tried hitting Tamahome with it, but he kept dodging the attacks. The bandit got a hit in, but only cut away Tamahome's bandana, revealing nothing.
Chichiri's jaw dropped, revealing a gasp.
"What is it, Chichiri?" I asked, pulling on his sleeve.
"Tamahome, when he fights, the sign of the ogre appears on his forehead, no da," Chichiri explained, still shocked. "Tasuki, knock it off, no da! That's Tamahome, but not Tamahome, na no da!"
Genrou backed away from Tamahome when he tried swinging a fist at him.
"Did that make sense to you, Jackass!" Genrou, being distracted by Chichiri, lost his concentration and Tamahome hit him in the face with his fist. "Owww! What're you DOING, Damn you!!!"
I watched as Tasuki was thrown down onto the ground on his back. Tamahome striked Genrou again, but Genrou blocked the metal nanchaku with his tessen.
"Rekka... Shinen!" He chanted, and another burst of flames shot out. I thought Tamahome was being engulfed by the fire, but I saw him land a couple yards away.
"Stop! Tasuki!!!" Miaka cried, finally have woken up from her slumber. "Please don't kill Tamahome! Onegai!" Yet again, she collapsed. Chichiri caught her. "If Tamahome... if Tamahome dies... I... I... please STOP!" Miaka's pleas echoed throughout the Kutou Empire. Genrou just stared at her in disbelief.
Tamahome was at it again, and did a swift kick at Genrou, who was caught off guard, and just blocked it. The kick was strong enough to send Genrou sliding back a couple inches.
I watched Genrou put away his halisen, and get back on his feet. I couldn't hear what Tamahome was saying, but Genrou's words were loud enough to understand.
"I don't need a weapon to beat you," he said, calmly. But that was Genrou's biggest mistake.
Tamahome ran up and hit Genrou in the head with his metal weapon. Genrou was sent back down to the ground, his lips kissing the dirt. His body slid across the grass.
I began growling as I watched Tamahome put his foot ontop of Genrou's head. I ran my tongue along my teeth, feeling my fangs growing in. The tiger inside of me wanted to get out, wanting to attack Tamahome and eat him up. It wanted to rip his guts out, and drag them into the bushes and nibble on his thick bones.
Heh. Felines have the most interesting thoughts.
I bared my teeth, and scrunched up my nose, glaring at Tamahome. I got on my hands and feet, bending my legs slightly, like how cats do when they're ready to attack.
"Mima, don't, no da!" Chichiri pleaded. "It'll only cause more trouble, no da!"
I ignored him, or rather, the tiger ignored him. I could already feel myself taking form of the animal. The tiger was angry, that's for sure. If the tiger's anger and my anger are combined once I'm fully in its body, only Suzaku knows what will happen.
"What's the matter?" Tamahome asked, grinning. "Why don't you attack me?"
'I'll attack you, alright,' I thought, cruelly. 'And wipe that grin off your face, then come back and scratch your cold, dark eyes out, you heartless bastard.'
"You said you don't need a weapon," Tamahome ranted on. "I'll use mine, though." He began hitting Genrou in the head with his stupid nanchaku, repetitively. I completely lost it right then. I was absolutely furious.
I let out a roar, which disturbed Tamahome. He looked up at me, me guessing he didn't see me take form before. I charged at him, ready to pounce on him and fulfill what tigers do to their prey. But when I jumped, I was hit by a powerful blast and was sent back down on the ground, next to Miaka. The tiger chickened out, and left me, back into my human body.
"Mima!" Miaka exclaimed.
"Damn, he's watching, no da," Chichiri mumbled. My eyes were closed at this time, but I opened them slightly and looked at him.
"Sorry. I should have listened to you," I apologized.
I looked back at Tamahome and Genrou, and Tamahome continued on hitting him.
"Tasuki won't live through much more," Miaka said, looking at the two seishis. "Chichiri, please, can't you make them quit?"
"It's frustrating, but no matter what I try, it won't do any good," Chichiri's voice quivered.
The three of us watched Tamahome beat the crap out of Genrou. He was being tossed around like some sort of play toy, and getting kicked in the stomach.
"Tamahome! Please, don't do it!" Miaka pleaded.
Tamahome made his final blow at Genrou, and he was sent towards the tree, his back hitting it, making a loud thud.
But Genrou got back up, not knowing that enough is enough. "That's not enough, damn you," he struggled to say, but managed.
"Oh, God, Genrou! Please, know when you've been beaten!" I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes.
Genrou completely ignored me. "Do you think it's that easy? To take me out just like that?"
"You think it's not?" Tamahome grinned even more. "Then playtime is over."
"Chichiri! Get Miaka and Mima out of here!" he ordered. "While I'm still hanging on!"
"Oh, God," Miaka said.
Chichiri tried getting us out of her, but we were all hit by a blast.
"It's HIM. He's nearby," Chichiri mumbled. He tried again, and this time, success.
We watched Nakago appear, and Tasuki trying to attack him but was hit by Nakago's blow.
"Hang in there. We shouldn't waste Tasuki's help," Chichiri said, covering Miaka's mouth so she wouldn't yell out and blow our hiding spot.
"Mrow," I heard Mitsukake's cat meow.
Chichiri put his fingers on the cat's forehead.
"What are you doing, Chichiri?" I asked.
"Just wait and see, no da," Chichiri told me. "Emperor! For now, I can only break the barrier the size of a cat, no da. I need you to find a way to break down the barrier, no da!"
A blast was nearby, probably done by Nakago, causing Miaka to scream.
"Miaka!" I heard Hotohori's voice cry out from the cat. Strange.
Nakago made more blast at us. Chichiri wrapped Miaka and I in his arms, trying to reduce more damage.
We can hear Hotohori and Chiriko talking, and that Chiriko can break the barrier with his flute.
Nakago blasted away the bush we were hiding behind, and found us.
"It's all over," he said, quite calmly, in his low voice.
"We're done for, no da," Chichiri said.
But, just then, we heard Chiriko's flute. Neko-chan was still connected to Konan Palace, and the music was coming from the cat.
"Now, na no da!" Chichiri used his magic to break Tamahome's nanchaku that was around Genrou's neck. In a blink of an eye, Chichiri got Genrou and brought him back to where Miaka and I were.
"I got like this because I was concerned about you," Genrou explaned, "Miaka. That's... why I... hate... females." At that moment, he fainted.
"Tasuki! Tasuki!" Miaka cried.
"It's alright, Miaka," I assured her. "He's alive. Just unconscious."
"Sayonara, Tamahome," Miaka whispered. "Sayonara."
I looked at Miaka, but she was focused on Tamahome. Tears were welling up just as well in her eyes as well as mine. I looked over at Tamahome, too.
His eyes were as dark and evil as the Devil's. He just glared at us, hating all of us.
Including Miaka.
