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 24*~
Sunday, August 4, 2002

I looked around and noticed that it was night already.
"Oh, how long have I been asleep?" I asked.
"Five hours," Tasuki replied, "and almost squeezing the life out of me!"
"Gomenasai," I apologized.
"Hey Chichiri, why don't we take a rest and let Tamahome and Miaka catch up?" Tasuki suggested.
"Get moving! We have to get through the desert at night," Chichiri answered. "After sunrise's a bad idea."
"I know all that," Tasuki began, "but my hourse refuses to budge."
I looked down at the ground, and noticed that the horse did refuse to move.
"Baka!" I called. "Did you feed your horse?"
Tasuki began yelling at the horse, shaking his fist at it, "Hey, are you pissed because I ate your carrot?!"
"You ate the horse's CARROT!?" I repeated.
"Move it, damn you!" Tasuki cursed, stress obviously showing on his forehead. "They'll leave without us! You pin-headed horse!"
The horse couldn't take Tasuki's immature yelling anymore, so he threw the both of us off of its back, and stomping all over Tasuki.
"Sorry!" Tasuki apologized, bowing down to the horse. "Forgive me! Let me ride PLEASE!"
"Baka," I crossed my arms, looking down at him with shame.
"You can ride with me, no da," Chichiri offered.
"Oh, arigatou!" Tasuki climbed onto Chichiri's horse, but got pushed off by the blue-haired monk.
"Not you, no da!" Chichiri exclaimed. "Mima, no da!"
"Arigatou," I climbed onto the horse and slipped my arms around Chichiri's waist.
"Chichiri-san," Chiriko said.
"Oh brother, what now?" Chichiri asked.
I looked behind me, and Tasuki tripped the horse with his tessen, causing the stupid bandit to laugh.
"Look ahead!" Chiriko pointed ahead of us, and we looked.
"Huh? That's... Sairo Country!" Chichiri exclaimed.
What we saw was a huge city, colorful and with bright lights.
"We made it, we made it!" I shouted with joy, looking over Chichiri's shoulder with a satisfied expression.
Chichiri returned my smile.
"Must be!" Chiriko said. "I don't think there's any cities in the desert before Sairo Country."
"Let's go, Tasuki," Chichiri and I looked back, but had sweat drops as we saw Tasuki's horse stomping on him, again.
"Sorry!" Tasuki apologized once more. "It was so wrong of meeeee!"
"I wonder if all bandits are as brainless as him," I said to Chichiri.
"Me too, no da," Chichiri agreed.
"Let's get going!" I suggested.
"Yes," Chichiri agreed, starting his to make a move. I looked behind me to see if Tasuki got on his horse again, and to my relief, and probably everybody else's, he did.
"Glad to see you and your horse are cooperating again," I sneered.
"Shuddup, Mima. Just shuddup," Tasuki mumbled something else under his breath, but I couldn't hear it.
It took us the rest of the night to reach Sairo Country, but it was worth it. The streets were busy, and everybody there looked so happy.
"Chichiri, isn't this place great?" I asked him, so happy that we made it.
"Yeah, no da," Chichiri agreed. "But all we need is Miaka and Tamahome, no da."
I looked up at the bright, blue clear skies. 'Miaka, Tamahome,' I thought, 'where are you? What is taking so long?'
We got off our horses, and began roaming around the city.
"This place is so busy," Tasuki complained.
"Ah, excuse me," Chichiri got the attention of a passerby. "Is this Sairo Country?"
"Yes, on the border of the country," the man replied.
"Tasuki, I don't trust that guy," I whispered.
"You shouldn't. We don't know this place," Tasuki said.
"Oh, shuddup," I socked him in the arm.
"Thought so," Tasuki said.
"Miaka and Tamahome'll get here soon, no da," Chichiri brought up.
"You better be right, Chichiri," I said.
"Let's go find a room so we can all stay in there," Chiriko suggested.
"Yeah, no da," Chichiri agreed.
We looked around Sairo for a big enough room that we could stay in, and a bar, for Tasuki's sake. Finally, we found what met up to our expectations, and went up to our room.
"Three big beds," I frowned. "That means we have to share, and one person gets a bed to themselves."
"I'll share," Chichiri volunteered. "Tasuki, you will, too."
"Again!?" Tasuki complained, taking off his black shirt he always wore, revealing a white undershirt that was opened enough to show his big, broad chest. I blushed. "I always share! Why can't I get a bed on my own?"
I should get a bed of my own," I glared at Chichiri. "I'm a girl, you know."
Everybody sweat dropped, and only Chichiri spoke, "H-h-hai, no da."