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 15*~
Wednesday, July, 2002

I appeared back in the library, standing on the same exact staircase that I remember being on before I was sucked into the book.
I sat down, leaning forward. I was trying to figure out how I got back home, and then realized how much I wanted to be here, without realizing I did.
My train of thoughts were interrupted when an eighteen year old stepped out of the Important Documents Reference Room behind me and laughed.
"Nani?" I looked at him, like he was crazy.
"You're Mima, right?" He looked down at me with curiosity. But he also looked at me as if he were expecting me.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," I got up, pulling down my skirt. "Why?"
He pulled out a red and old, worned down book that said on the front "Shijin Tenchi Sho." I gasped when I saw it.
"That's... that's..." I stuttered.
"Yeah, it is," he said, and then opened up the book and went to somewhere in the beginning of the book, like maybe page fifty-two. He read aloud as words on the page started to appear. "'Tamahome, having appeared in Konan to kill the Priestess of Suzaku, now prepared to fight the Suzaku Seven who stood to protect her.'"
"How do you know all this?" I asked him.
"You see... Suzaku no Miko is my sister, Miaka," he explained. "She came back earlier today, explaining everything that has happened in the book."
"Miaka..." I whispered. "What's your name?"
"Keisuke."
"Look, I need to get my stuff and hurry up and get back in the book, okay? They're going to need my help. I need a ride. Do you mind?"
"Oh, um, sure." He got out his car keys and hid the book in his shirt. We headed down the stairs and out the library door, trying hard not to look suspicious. I wasn't sure if this was the smartest thing to do, but I had a feeling that I had to trust him, and he really was Miaka's brother. 'I'll have to ask Miaka about him when I get back,' I thought.
"Where's your house?" he asked me. I gave him directions to the apartment building I was staying in.
I got out of the car and told him it'll only take ten minutes. I rushed up the stairs and opened my door to my apartment. Nobody was home, as usual, so I grabbed my sister's backpack, unzipped it, and dumped everything out onto the floor. I ran into my room, and packed almost all my clothes, packed my toothbrush and toothpaste, brush, girl stuff, shoes, and I put my scrunchy on my wrist.
I reached for a book on my desk, and saw a picture of my friends and family. I looked at it for awhile, knowing that I'll miss the people that I'm leaving behind in this world. So I put that also in my sister's backpack.
Closing the door behind me to my apartment and locking it with my house keys, I started heading down back to Keisuke's car. I nearly tripped since I was in such a rush, but when I got back in, the book was glowing, again.
"Mima, do you think you're being called back?" Keisuke asked.
"I don't know," I picked up the book and held it in my arms, thinking of Miaka and wanting to go back so badly.
"So, how are you..." Keisuke began, but then he looked at me. "Mima!"
"What?" I checked myself in the side mirror, and saw that I was glowing. "I'm.. I'm... going back?" I put my hand on my backpack, and that started glowing, too.
Everything started to go blurry and red again. The next thing I knew... I was disappearing.

"Aaaahh!" I screamed, falling down from the sky and landing on my bottom. "I-itai!" I seemed to have landed on a dock, leading to a ship. People who I've seen walking around back at the Konan Empire were just passing by me, not taking notice.
"Mima!" I heard a familiar, cheery voice exclaimed. I looked around and saw Chichiri, the monk I've always adored but never really spoke to.
"Chichiri?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I should ask you that, no da!" He helped me get back on my feet. "It's been a week since you've last been here, no da!"
I picked up my backpack and just stared at him, as if he were crazy. "A week? Impossible."
"Possible, no da," he grinned.
'I guess time here goes faster,' I thought.
"Mima!" Nuriko came up to me. "Wow. You should have seen Tasuki when we found out you were gone. He was all depressed, and not acting like himself."
I blushed. "Naw. Not Tasuki." I looked around some more and saw Miaka and Hotohori talking. They acknowledged my existance, but they seemed very troubled over something. "Nene, Nuriko. What's the matter? They have a gloomy atmosphere around them."
"Well... Tamahome's family... well, they were um... murdered," Nuriko replied, frowning. "It was horrible."
"His family?" I repeated. "But..." Images of Chuei, Yuiren, and the rest of them went through my head. It bothered me, remembering them being so happy together. "Wait a minute, is Tamahome back to normal?"
Nuriko nodded. "Yeah. We got him back."
"That's good," I smiled at him, and he forced a smile back.
"Oh, Mima," Miaka came over and put a hand on my shoulder. "Are you coming with us?"
"Oh? To where?" I asked, cocking my head.
"We're going to Hokkan," Miaka answered.
"What for?" I questioned.
"Because, well, when we were summoning Suzaku, I screwed up... and so we have to go to Hokkan, which is in Genbu's territory, to find the Shinzaho that will help us summon Suzaku, again."
"Oh... but what is Genbu?"
She started to sweat drop. "Genbu is another god that another girl had to summon many years ago. She had to find seven celestial warriors, like me, to summon her god. Same goes for Byakko, and same goes for..." she choked as she finished her sentence. "...Seiryuu."
"Oh."
"Come on, Mima!" Nuriko put his hand on my back and lead me to the ship. "We're going to need you on the way to find the Shinzaho."
"On such short notice, I'm coming, huh?" I laughed as I let Nuriko take me aboard the ship.
I turned to take one quick glance at Hotohori.
"Isn't His Highness coming?" I asked.
"Oh, no. He says he has to watch over his people," Nuriko answered.
"What a noble man," I grinned. I walked around the ship, looking over the sides and seeing the waves hit the sides of our transportation. The ship set sail, and I waved to Hotohori. "Bye, Hotohori! We'll miss you!" I smiled at him, then left.
As I turned around, I bumped into Tamahome. I looked up at him, scared, so I closed my eyes and put my hands up to my head, hoping he won't attack me.
He laughed. "Nani? What are you doing?"
"Aren't you going to hurt me?" I asked, whimpering.
"No, no," he put his hands on mine, and lowered them so he could see my face. I opened one eye, and then the other, seeing that all he intended was to be friends. "I'm over that. That drug... damn...." He became lost in his thoughts.
"Do you remember anything? I mean, that happened?" I asked, my hands down at my sides now. I looked more at his face, and saw that he really was a handsome man. He was very attractive, and suit the Shichiseishi styl.e
"No, to be honest," he answered, but then laughed. "I've heard a lot about you. You're the little fourteen year old girl who is an animal, huh?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I am. Who told you this?"
"Tasuki," he answered. He looked beyond me, and I turned around to see what he was looking at. Tasuki was clinging to Chichiri for his dear life, whining that he couldn't swim and hated the water.
"That airhead." I scrunched up my forehead in disapprovement at his wussy side.
"Let me take that backpack of yours." Tamahome held out his hand to me.
"Huh?"
"I'll take it where it belongs." He shook his hand, becoming impatient.
"O-okay..." I handed him my backpack and watched him walk off with it, whistling and enjoying the scenery aboard a royal ship.
I walked around the ship, wondering if I was just a bother to these shichiseishi, and Suzaku no Miko herself. 'Am I a nuiscence?' I thought. 'I may be important to them, but I don't feel important. I'm just an animal guardian... I'm not worthy of anything.'