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 27*~
Sunday, August 4, 2002

Chichiri woke me up by the dangling of his staff.
"Oh, Chichiri," I yawned, sitting up and looking at him. "Where are the others?"
"Around and about, no da," Chichiri answered, fixing his kasa.
"Mm, really," I gawt up and looked into the mirror. I finally saw what I wanted to see: the strange character Suzaku gave me. True, it was red and then turned gold. It had a very neat and pretty design to it. There were three little dots that went along with it, that must have represented stars. I smoothed out my hair and got out the clothes from my bag. I went into the other room and changed into my blue jeans, my belt with studs on them, and my white shirt with a low-cut. I looked into the mirror while I brushed my hair. 'My hair grew an inch or two,' I noticed. 'My hair now looks black, red, and orange.'
"Chichiri," I called, putting away my brush in my bag and returning to the other room. "Where are you going?"
"Just a stroll, no da," Chichiri replied. "Want to come?"
I smiled. "You bet!" We headed out the door and out into the woods that stood before us. When we got deep in there, I asked him, "Chichiri, I noticed the scar across your eye. How did you get it?"
Chichiri got really quiet after I asked him the question. He seemed very troubled by it, and then finally said, "I was in love. I was going to marry the most wonderful woman I have ever met. There were two people I loved the most in my life; my fiancee, and my best friend, Hikou.
"But one day, when I came home from a night out in the village, my love was on the floor, crying. She said that she couldn't love me anymore, and that she had betrayed me. She said she was touched by another man... Hikou.
"I was in rage. I fought Hikou near the river, where the flood was outrageous. And then he slipped in. I caught him by the hand, telling him I wouldn't let go. But a log with a branch sticking out came by, and ran across my eye... and I let go..."
"Chichiri," I said, looking at him with sorrow. "I..."
"It's okay, no da," He said, getting back his cheer. "It was a long time ago. I must move on, no da."
I just kept looking at him with such surprise, while he smiled at me. But his smile was wiped out when Miaka accidentally punched Chichiri.
"Chichiri!" Miaka and I exclaimed.
"When did you get into range?" Miaka asked, shocked.
"Miaka, I'm glad you're all right," I said, sitting down beside her on the stairs under a walkway above us.
"Yeah," Miaka said. "How are you guys?"
"Recovering," I answered.
"Oh, Miaka," Chichiri pulled out a mirror and gave it to her.
"What's this?" Miaka asked, staring into it.
"It's a mirror. You'll be able to talk to Hotohori-sama," Chichiri answered. "Just look into it."
"Look into it?" Miaka repeated. We both peered into the mirror, seeing our reflections at first, but then was replaced by Hotohori!
"Hotohori-sama!" I exclaimed. But looking at Hotohori hurt. It reminded me of Nuriko, and how he constantly ranted on about how much he wanted Hotohori's attention.
"I'm sorry Hotohori for not being able to report in so quickly," Miaka apologized.
"It's quite all right," Hotohori pushed aside. "Glad to see the three of you looking good and healthy. And the others, are they okay as well?"
Miaka took quite a long time to reply, but she finally said, "Yes. Same as always!"
"I see, that's a relief," Hotohori sighed. "How about the Shinzaho?"
"Gomenasai, but Nakago stole it," Miaka apologized. "But we're doing our best to get the one from Sairo."
Chichiri and I sweat dropped, remembering the illusion we went through of Sairo Country.
"Miaka, take care, and don't push yourself so far," Hotohori said. "If something happened, you won't be able to be with Tamahome. Of course it's also for the sake of our country, Konan. But after you get the Shinzaho, and call Suzaku, please find happiness with Tamahome. I can't protect you from far away, but I always wish for your happiness."
'If only you came out here and experience what we've been going through, Your Highness,' I thought, glumly. 'Then you'll know how happy we've all been.'
I got up and left Chichiri and Miaka by myself. I headed back towards the place we were staying at, but to my surprise, I saw Tamahome and a beautiful girl standing together... standing too close for comfort.
"N-nani?!" I hid behind a pillar, spying on them. Tamahome and the girl were talking and laughing, enjoying themselves. "Why is Tamahome with her? Is he cheating on Miaka?"
I walked off as they walked further away from me. I just drifted around, watching Tasuki practice some more skills, Mitsukake study the herbs, and Chiriko do his own share of studying. But then, I saw Tamahome watching Miaka and that beautiful girl do some cooking.
"Tamahome," I said, coldly.
He turned around, appearing startled. "Oh, Mima."
I walked up to him, slowly. Then I slapped him across the face.
He rubbed his cheek, then faced me with anger. "What was that for, Mima!?"
"Why are you doing this to Miaka!?" I snapped, angry. I knew of Miaka and Tamahome's love, and didn't mind it that much, until I saw him with that girl. "I saw you with that beautiful girl! What are you doing?! Are you cheating on Miaka? Or are you just using her!" I looked at him with anger in my eyes.
"Shut up!" he yelled. "You don't know why I'm with Shifang. You don't! There are things you don't understand, Mima. So many, that you shouldn't really be poking in my business in the first place!"
I slapped him again. "I'm only watching over Miaka! And I swear, if you hurt her... if you break her heart that she'll go to the extreme, I'll... I'll..."
"I can't be with her," Tamahome interrupted me.
"What? Why?" I looked at him, confused. "But I thought you two were going to be together forever."
"Well, you thought wrong," Tamahome turned his back to me. "My master says there is no way a Seishi and his Miko could be together. It's not possible. So I have to forget about Miaka, and fall in love with someone who was born in this world, and will die in this world."
"So... so... You think there is no hope for you and Miaka, is that it? You think that!" My hands were in fists, and my long nails were digging into my palm, making me bleed. "Miaka is so hopeful and willing, and I'm sure some of that rubbed off of her and onto you! Tamahome, you have to be hopeful! Why can't... why...
"You're going to stay with Miaka! Why are you choosing that stupid tramp over her!?"
"Leave me alone," Tamahome said coldly. "You're only fourteen. You don't know." He walked away, as I just watched him, becoming very irate.

Dinner that night, we sat around the table. I looked at the food; one side was nicely cooked, and very delicious looking, while on the other hand... some of the dishes were burnt to a crisp, and looked like my Grandfather's toenail clippings.
"Who cooked the dinner?" I asked, disgusted.
"Miaka and I," the girl, who I knew was Shifang, reply.
"You old folks are Byakko Seishi, right?" Tasuki asked.
I bit my lip, and then with wide eyes and said, "Byakko Seishi! Oh, wow!"
"Have a problem with that?" the old man asked. "I was active ninety years ago. I am Tokaki."
The old woman that stood next to the old man said, "I'm Subaru."
I looked at them, and the man still looked very handsome for being so old. The woman was pleasantly plump, but she had a nice, comfortable, humble look to her.
"That's so awesome!" I squealed. "Byakko... what animal God is that?"
"The tiger," Subaru answered.
"The tiger!" I repeated. "My favorite form I love to transform into."
"Ah, so you're the Animal Seishi?" Tokaki asked.
"Hai," I replied, smiling.
"Byakko Seishi, Tatara, has the Shinzaho you need," Tokaki went on.
"Really?" Miaka asked.
"Alright!" Tasuki grinned. "We'll get it this time!"
Everybody was excited, except for Tamahome. "Let's just eat."
"Right on!" Tasuki said, and then looked at the food. "Oh, what's that? Never seen anything like it before."
"Uh-huh, I cooked that!" Miaka exclaimed.
"Well then, thanks for the food!" Tasuki prayed. We took a bite out of Miaka's food, and in an instant, we felt sick to the stomach, dropping our chopsticks.
"What the hell was that...?" Tasuki grumbled.
"There's no words to describe it," Chiriko added. "I think I'll analyze it later."
"I'll have to mix up some stomach medicine later," Mitsukake said.
"I... I... haven't felt this sick since my brother accidentally fed me a bowl of raw eggs when I was four years old," I winced, remembering the incident, and began to feel even more sick.
Miaka glared. "Everybody's face tells me it's awful."
"That's right, uh... no," Chiriko sweat dropped.
"Oh, yeah! This soup is fucking good," Tasuki commented.
"Shifang made that," Miaka said, glum.
Tasuki went pale.
"Baka, no da," Chichiri and I said in unison.
"It's gross," Tamahome said, coldly. He rested his chin on his hand. "I can't stomach it. Pig swill is better."
I glared at him, and he just as well glared right back at me.
"Tamahome, damn you!" Tasuki cursed. "Even if it IS gross..." He turned pale again.
Miaka turned away, obviously upset.
"Give me, everything made by Miaka," Tamahome picked up a bowl of the crap Miaka cooked, and started eating every last bit of it.
"Your face's gone pale," Tasuki noted.
"True," I agreed, sweat dropping.
"Shut up! I told you I'd eat it!" Tamahome scolded.

After dinner, I went for another stroll in the woods. But from afar, I saw Miaka peering into Tamahome's room. And in Tamahome's room, I saw him holding Shifang in his arms...