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 33*~
Monday, August 5, 2002
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Tuesday, August 6, 2002
Suboshi sent his ryuuseisuii (AN: The 'ryuuseisui' are Suboshi's weapons, the little ball thingies.) at Tamahome and I, but we dodged it, one almost hitting my gut, the other almost hitting Tamahome's face.
I watched Suboshi floot in the air, then throw the ryuusei right back at Tamahome. Luckily, Tamahome still had his gymnast skills, so he jumped out of its way. Suboshi aimed one at me, but I just moved my head slightly, the ball just grazing my hair, cutting off strands.
"Shimatta," I cursed, "Suboshi is one tough cookie."
"Don't escape so much, Suzaku Seishi!" Suboshi said, twirling around his ryuusei.
"Stop!" I heard Miaka cry. "You'll both be killed!"
Suboshi sent his ryuuseisui at Tamahome, but Tamahome just blocked it with his arms. Then he flipped over and kicked Suboshi right in the face, knocking him down, sending him sliding across the floor and at people's feets.
"Mima, make a run for it!" Tamahome said, and I followed him out of the big crowd and out onto the streets.
"Where are we going?" I asked, running alongside with him.
"Just follow me!" Tamahome replied. When we were right by a glass window, a ball just barely passed me and Tamahome, running into the glass and breaking it. We took one look at it, and began running once again.
I saw Suboshi, Miaka, Keisuke, and Tetsuya up ahead, the Seiryuu Seishi's back facing us.
"Suboshi!" Tamahome cried.
I could hear the ryuuseisui right behind me, so I started pumping my legs faster.
Suboshi aimed another ryuuseisui at us, but Tamahome and I dodged it, and ran towards Suboshi. I saw Tamahome jump over him, so I did, too. We landed behind Suboshi, and as we expected, Suboshi's ryuuseisui went straight through his chest, and out his back.
He fell down, clutching the blue ribbon that must have belonged to Yui. Then Suboshi's body disappeared right before our eyes.
"Tamahome, Mima, are you two okay?" Miaka asked.
"I'm fine, but..." I looked over at Tamahome, but, unlike me, he landed on his back. "Ooh, that's gotta hurt." I winced.
Tamahome got up, Miaka instantly went to his aid, holding him.
"Are you okay, Tamahome?" Miaka asked. "Tamahome?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Tamahome replied, holding his head. "But I'm sorry about running out like that, Miaka. I understand now that-"
Miaka put her fingers to his lips to quiet him. "It's okay, Tamahome. It's okay."
Back at Miaka's apartment, I was takiing a shower while Keisuke, Miaka, Tetsuya, and Tamahome gathered around in the living room. But while I was ready to get out, my legs gave out and I fell to my knees. Inside of me, I felt another thing at loss, like something died.
'Nani...?' I thought. 'What...? I felt a similar feeling earlier.' I got out of the shower and dried myself off, then put on a jean skirt and white tank top. I walked out of the room and saw Miaka and Keisuke looking over Tamahome.
"He looks badly hurt," I said, having Keisuke and Miaka turn to look at me.
"Miaka, Mima," Tetsuya called. "I need to talk to the two of you."
We turned around and walked towards Tetsuya. I just kept staring at the ground, deeply upset. He lead us into a room, and closed the door.
"It's the Shijin Tenchi Sho, you know?" Tetsuya handed Miaka the book. "Something just happened in it. Mitsukake has died, and now Hotohori's dying."
Our eyes widened, and then a wave of sadness overcame us. 'It felt like we're losing everybody and everything', I thought, angrily. ' First Yui, then Nuriko, Shinzaho, Chiriko, and now Mitsukake and Hotohori! What were we going to lose next? Tasuki, Chichiri, Koji, Tamahome...?' I shook my head, trying to shake away those disturbing thoughts.
Miaka took the book from Tetsuya's hands, opening it.
"You think maybe your voice can get through, to talk to Hotohori?" Tetsuya asked.
"Mitsukake, Hotohori?" Miaka started to say. "Hotohori...?"
We waited for Hotohori's voice, then Miaka started to talk again. "Hotohori, Tasuki, Chichiri... it's me! Miaka!"
"It's you, Miaka!" I heard Tasuki exclaim from the book. "What's keeping you?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Miaka apologized. "I'm unable to return. I can't return!"
"Miaka, Kutou went back. Konan is safe," Hotohori said.
I sighed, happy that Konan was safe and sound. But Hotohori, Konan's caring leader, was dying.
"But one thing remains," Hotohori continued. "I couldn't stop him."
"Him, who's him?" I asked. "Hotohori!"
"Mima," I heard Tasuki and Chichiri say.
"Tell Tamahome," Hotohori took a heavy breath, "to promise me he'll kill him."
"Hotohori! Don't talk, no da!" Chichiri told him.
"Hotohori, no! Don't die!" Miaka shouted.
"Hang in there, Hotohori! Please!" I began to cry, memories of the Emperor of Konan flooding my mind. "Hotohori, onegai! Don't die on us! Onegai!"
"Because... because of Houki!" Miaka said.
"Yes, that's true," Hotohori said. "Houki's waiting for me, and my child to be. But until I see the baby's face, I won't die."
Miaka fell back, but the wall held her up. Tears began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks. "Yes, that's right. Because it's yours, the child will be beautiful."
I leaned against the wall across from her, then slid down til I reached the ground. I had a dazed look in my eyes, and I just stared at the ceiling.
"Miaka, one day we'll all be together again," Hotohori promised. "We'll cross time and space for sure. I was happy being with all of you. Miaka, I loved you... please find happiness."
I remembered the times of Hotohori, when we were gathering the Suzaku Seishi. I wished I spoke to him more often, and spent precious time with him. But, the short moments I did spend with, I cherished them from now on.
"Hotohori," Miaka fell down to her knees. "You said you wouldn't die. You said you wouldn't die, didn't you? You LIAR!"
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 33*~
Monday, August 5, 2002
-&-
Tuesday, August 6, 2002
Suboshi sent his ryuuseisuii (AN: The 'ryuuseisui' are Suboshi's weapons, the little ball thingies.) at Tamahome and I, but we dodged it, one almost hitting my gut, the other almost hitting Tamahome's face.
I watched Suboshi floot in the air, then throw the ryuusei right back at Tamahome. Luckily, Tamahome still had his gymnast skills, so he jumped out of its way. Suboshi aimed one at me, but I just moved my head slightly, the ball just grazing my hair, cutting off strands.
"Shimatta," I cursed, "Suboshi is one tough cookie."
"Don't escape so much, Suzaku Seishi!" Suboshi said, twirling around his ryuusei.
"Stop!" I heard Miaka cry. "You'll both be killed!"
Suboshi sent his ryuuseisui at Tamahome, but Tamahome just blocked it with his arms. Then he flipped over and kicked Suboshi right in the face, knocking him down, sending him sliding across the floor and at people's feets.
"Mima, make a run for it!" Tamahome said, and I followed him out of the big crowd and out onto the streets.
"Where are we going?" I asked, running alongside with him.
"Just follow me!" Tamahome replied. When we were right by a glass window, a ball just barely passed me and Tamahome, running into the glass and breaking it. We took one look at it, and began running once again.
I saw Suboshi, Miaka, Keisuke, and Tetsuya up ahead, the Seiryuu Seishi's back facing us.
"Suboshi!" Tamahome cried.
I could hear the ryuuseisui right behind me, so I started pumping my legs faster.
Suboshi aimed another ryuuseisui at us, but Tamahome and I dodged it, and ran towards Suboshi. I saw Tamahome jump over him, so I did, too. We landed behind Suboshi, and as we expected, Suboshi's ryuuseisui went straight through his chest, and out his back.
He fell down, clutching the blue ribbon that must have belonged to Yui. Then Suboshi's body disappeared right before our eyes.
"Tamahome, Mima, are you two okay?" Miaka asked.
"I'm fine, but..." I looked over at Tamahome, but, unlike me, he landed on his back. "Ooh, that's gotta hurt." I winced.
Tamahome got up, Miaka instantly went to his aid, holding him.
"Are you okay, Tamahome?" Miaka asked. "Tamahome?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Tamahome replied, holding his head. "But I'm sorry about running out like that, Miaka. I understand now that-"
Miaka put her fingers to his lips to quiet him. "It's okay, Tamahome. It's okay."
Back at Miaka's apartment, I was takiing a shower while Keisuke, Miaka, Tetsuya, and Tamahome gathered around in the living room. But while I was ready to get out, my legs gave out and I fell to my knees. Inside of me, I felt another thing at loss, like something died.
'Nani...?' I thought. 'What...? I felt a similar feeling earlier.' I got out of the shower and dried myself off, then put on a jean skirt and white tank top. I walked out of the room and saw Miaka and Keisuke looking over Tamahome.
"He looks badly hurt," I said, having Keisuke and Miaka turn to look at me.
"Miaka, Mima," Tetsuya called. "I need to talk to the two of you."
We turned around and walked towards Tetsuya. I just kept staring at the ground, deeply upset. He lead us into a room, and closed the door.
"It's the Shijin Tenchi Sho, you know?" Tetsuya handed Miaka the book. "Something just happened in it. Mitsukake has died, and now Hotohori's dying."
Our eyes widened, and then a wave of sadness overcame us. 'It felt like we're losing everybody and everything', I thought, angrily. ' First Yui, then Nuriko, Shinzaho, Chiriko, and now Mitsukake and Hotohori! What were we going to lose next? Tasuki, Chichiri, Koji, Tamahome...?' I shook my head, trying to shake away those disturbing thoughts.
Miaka took the book from Tetsuya's hands, opening it.
"You think maybe your voice can get through, to talk to Hotohori?" Tetsuya asked.
"Mitsukake, Hotohori?" Miaka started to say. "Hotohori...?"
We waited for Hotohori's voice, then Miaka started to talk again. "Hotohori, Tasuki, Chichiri... it's me! Miaka!"
"It's you, Miaka!" I heard Tasuki exclaim from the book. "What's keeping you?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Miaka apologized. "I'm unable to return. I can't return!"
"Miaka, Kutou went back. Konan is safe," Hotohori said.
I sighed, happy that Konan was safe and sound. But Hotohori, Konan's caring leader, was dying.
"But one thing remains," Hotohori continued. "I couldn't stop him."
"Him, who's him?" I asked. "Hotohori!"
"Mima," I heard Tasuki and Chichiri say.
"Tell Tamahome," Hotohori took a heavy breath, "to promise me he'll kill him."
"Hotohori! Don't talk, no da!" Chichiri told him.
"Hotohori, no! Don't die!" Miaka shouted.
"Hang in there, Hotohori! Please!" I began to cry, memories of the Emperor of Konan flooding my mind. "Hotohori, onegai! Don't die on us! Onegai!"
"Because... because of Houki!" Miaka said.
"Yes, that's true," Hotohori said. "Houki's waiting for me, and my child to be. But until I see the baby's face, I won't die."
Miaka fell back, but the wall held her up. Tears began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks. "Yes, that's right. Because it's yours, the child will be beautiful."
I leaned against the wall across from her, then slid down til I reached the ground. I had a dazed look in my eyes, and I just stared at the ceiling.
"Miaka, one day we'll all be together again," Hotohori promised. "We'll cross time and space for sure. I was happy being with all of you. Miaka, I loved you... please find happiness."
I remembered the times of Hotohori, when we were gathering the Suzaku Seishi. I wished I spoke to him more often, and spent precious time with him. But, the short moments I did spend with, I cherished them from now on.
"Hotohori," Miaka fell down to her knees. "You said you wouldn't die. You said you wouldn't die, didn't you? You LIAR!"
