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 14*~
Wednesday, July 31, 2002

"Chichiri, what happened at Kutou?" Hotohori asked, sitting at his throne. "And who is responsible for Miaka's injuries?"
"We believe it was Tamahome, no da," Chichiri replied, on his knees, along with Mitsukake, Nuriko, and Chiriko. I was just eavesdropping, hiding behind one of the pillars.
"Tamahome will not be coming back," Hotohori said, "is that what you're saying? That Miaka's injuries were by Tamahome... is something I never would have believed possible." I looked at Hotohori, and a sad expression showed on his face.
"Emperor," everybody's attention turned to Mitsukake, "to control a person to that extent, they likely forced some drug on Tamahome."
"A drug..." I whispered under my breath. "But what type of drug would they use to make him do such cruel things? Was he always that evil?"
"Not even I, a doctor that could heal many sorts, have control over something like that," Mitsukake finished.
"A drug?" Hotohori repeated. "That's why Miaka was..." He couldn't finish what he was saying.
I left the area and headed towards Genrou's room, hoping he'll be better. His plans backfired, and instead of Tamahome being beaten to a bloody pulp, it was Genroui who got his ass kicked.
I reached his room and knocked.
"Who is it?" Genrou called.
"It's Mima," I answered.
"Come in," Genrou called. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was Genrou being wrappd up in a whole lot bandages, a blanket over him.
"Glad to see you woke up from being unconscious," I said, pulling up a chair and sitting at his side.
He looked at me, and then looked at the ceiling. "Miaka... her heart must be broken after being attacked by Tamahome."
"Mm..." I remembered the sad look upon Miaka's eyes when she looked back at her loved one. It was heartbreaking, and almost tore me to pieces when I saw it.
"Do you think Tamahome will be normal again?" I asked him.
"Damn bastard did all of this to me!" Genrou complained. "If he ever does, and remembers all this, I'll beat him to a bloody pulp!!!"
At that, Mitsukake came in.
"Oh, Mitsukake," I said, watching him go over to the other side of Genrou.
"Mima," he greeted, and sat down on a chair he pulled up. He put his hand over Genrou, and began heeling him.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!!!" Genrou began moving around in pain, shouting at Mitsukake. "Be gentler! You're going to kill me!!!"
"Three ribs, left arm and leg broken, bruises and sprains everywhere, and you cut your fingernails to the quick," Mitsukake explained. "Anyone tough as that, isn't going to die." I couldn't help but laugh at Genrou's stupidity and Mitsukake's calm attitude.
"You make me sound inhuman," Genrou said. "Oh, but, by the way... how's Miaka?"
I frowned when he mentioned Miaka. I am really worried about her. Everytime she mentioned Tamahome's name, you can tell that she was deeply in love with him. It hurts to know that Tamahome hurt her like the way he did.
"I can heal her body, but not her heart," Mitsukake replied, looking away.
"I should leave," I announced, getting up from my seat. "I'm going to check up on Miaka, and see how she is doing." I quickly left and headed towards Miaka's room, but was greeted by Hotohori, Chichiri, and Nuriko.
"Oh, Mima," Nuriko said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Going to see Miaka, too, I see?"
"Yes," I replied. We all walked to her room in silence. Hotohori opened the door, and Miaka turned her head to see who it was, while Chiriko stopped playing his flute.
"Oh, Hotohori," Miaka said. "I'm sorry. I'll never be able to call Suzaku."
"Don't mention it," Hotohori said. "Other than that, are you okay?"
It was obvious Miaka was trying pull an act on us. She got up, looking all cheery, and raised her arm. "Yeah! Mitsukake healed my arm, and-"
"I'm not talking about that," Hotohori interrupted.
Miaka put her hand behind her head and started giggling. "Oh, why are all of you depressed? I'm just fine! There's nothing I can do about Tamahome, so I've given up. I'm absolutely great." More giggling.
"Miaka," I said, sternly.
She stopped giggling, and looked down at the bed.
"You don't have to pretend for us," Hotohori suggested.
"Who's pretending?" Miaka said, cruelly.
"How can you be all right?" Hotohori began reaching out to her. "You and Tamahome..."
"I'm fine!" Miaka snapped. "Leave me alone! Just leave me alone! Sometimes it's just better to be alone!"
Hotohori looked rather hurt.
Miaka went back to her senses, with a worried look. "Oh... sor... Hoto..." Hotohori turned and left.
"Ah... bye, Miaka, we're just uh..." Nuriko said, trying to be happy. We all turned and began to leave. I was the last one out the door, when Miaka called my name.
"Mima," she said.
"Yes?" I turned around.
"Oh, n-nothing," she said, so I left and closed the door. I followed Nuriko, but he stopped when Hotohori stopped.
"Hotohori-sama..." Nuriko whispered.
"I can't do anything," Hothori slammed his fist on the wall. "Miaka's hurt and I can't do anything... I can still see the forced smile on her face... and how much it hurt her, yet when I tried to comfort her, it did nothing to calm her down."
I started to head back to where Genrou was staying.
"Mima, what happened?" Genrou asked.
"I sat down on his bed. "Miaka... Miaka is... well..."
"Is she feeling any better?" Genrou asked.
"I... really don't know, Genrou. I really don't know," I replied, laying down by his side, head resting on his chest, feeling like a little eight year old girl.
Genrou seemed startled, but put his left arm around me anyway.
"What do you want me to call you?" I asked, beginning to adjust to this new world.
"Nani? What do you mean?" he asked.
I closed my eyes, beginning to get sleepy. It was really cold outside, but now since I am in Genrou's room, in his arms, feeling so little, I felt like going to sleep. "Should I call you Genrou? Tasuki?"
"Did you know Kou Shun'u is my real name?"
"No. Do you want me to call you that?"
"Yeah, right. I hate that name. Reminds me of my sleezy family back home."
"Really? What happened?"
"My five sisters were so annoying, bossing me around, beating me up. And my dad was an alcoholic and my mother was lazy. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left and became a bandit."
"I remember meeting Koji and then meeting you."
"Yeah. This is my second year being a bandit."
"So, I guess Kou Shun'u is out of the question... how about Genrou?"
"I've noticed you been calling me that since we've met. It reminds me too much of Mt. Reikaku, and I'm trying to get used to being called Tasuki. Mind calling me that?"
"Nope, not at all." I felt myself drifting into a heavy sleep, but his voice cut through.
"Shouldn't you go back home?"
"Mm..." I was too tired to answer his question. I was falling into a deep sleep...

I woke up, startled.
"Tasuki, did you feel that?" I sat up, startling Tasuki himself.
"Aaww.. I was ready to go to sleep but then you got up and woke me up!" Tasuki complained, yawning.
"Miaka... she was in trouble," I said.
"It's okay, Hotohori saved her," Chichiri's voice explained.
I looked around and spotted him. "Oh? Chichiri?"
"What were you two doing, anyway?" Nuriko grinned, and continued on looking out the window.
"Nuriko!" I exclaimed, blushing. "I was just..." I shook my head. "How's Miaka? What happened?"
"She was drowning, but as I said before, Hotohori saved her," Chichiri answered me, again.
"Ooh... maybe if I tried drowning..." Nuriko thought out loud, but then put his hands over his face and started blushing. "Ooh, such a wonderful thought...!"
Tasuki cackled. "If you tried drowning, you'd keep on drowning!" I laughed at the comment, but Nuriko bashed Tasuki and I into the wall.
"Gomenasai..." we apologized, falling down with dazed eyes.
"Hotohori seems to want to protect Miaka," Nuriko said, sadly. "I overheard him talking with her... he said he'll always protect her..."
Chiriko came busting in through the doors. "I overheard the soldiers talking, and Tamahome came back! Come!" He ran out of the room, Nuriko and Chichiri following him.
"Shit," Tasuki got a walking stick and followed, trying to keep up. I followed, too, but I was held back in the room.
"Nani?" I looked at my hands and saw I was glowing red. 'Dammit!' I thought. 'Why am I going back now? What, has my time being here over?!'
I got mad, wondering why I was being sent home. But everything went bright red, blinding me.