AN: Okay, time is not accurate (in the "real world" and the book world) Miaka and Yui are 18, Chichiri is 29, and Tasuki is 22. Another Mi/Ta fic. Yay yay! ^-^

Contains some mild spoilers now, but later on might spoil even more ^-^;;

And I did not have time to proofread this, so be nice! ^-^

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Miaka sighed as she walked down the street. It had been three years since she had seen any of her friends from the "Universe of the Four Gods." Two years since Tamahome left her. Why? She didn't know. One day he kind of told her he didn't love her. She was heartbroken, and cried all the time. If it wasn't for Yui, she didn't know what she'd do. She had gotten over him somewhat. But ever since then, she began to get self-conscious. She began to wonder why Tamahome broke up with her. Was she ugly? Fat? She shook her head and continued in her intended path of travel. She gasped when she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her feet which traveled all the way up to her head.

'So warm.' She thought, closing her eyes and welcoming the feeling. The feeling before she got sucked into the book. A small smile played on her lips as she saw the awed looks on the spectators faces. Everything began to fade as she felt her feet leave the ground.

"Gomen, Yui." She whispered, even though she knew her friend wasn't going to hear her. The last thing she thought of before she gone was her remaining seishi; Tasuki and Chichiri.

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"Daaaa!" Chichiri yawned from his spot on the edge of the lake. He held a fishing pole in his hands and he watched it idly. His thoughts were interrupted when a red light shot down over the lake.

"Nani!?" He jumped back, the fishing pole forgotten. He watched a body plummet from the sky, in the red light, and fall into the lake before him. The light faded, a few red sparkles floating down after it. Chichiri blinked. He cautiously peered over the edge and into the lake. Whatever fell into the water was now under, and making bubbles. He looked closer.

"Paaaah!" Miaka popped out from underneath the water and took a deep breath. Chichiri fell back in shock.

"Dammit! Since when does Suzaku decide to drop me off in a lake!?" She whined. She froze when she felt someone watching her. Turning slowly and getting ready to defend herself, she faced a very confused monk.

"Ch-Chichiri?" She gasped. The monk tilted his head.

"Do I know you, no da?" He eyed the strange girl wearily. Miaka smiled. Had she changed that much.

"Chichiri! Have I honestly changed that much?" She stood up in the waist deep water and approached the monk. His eyes widened in realization.

"Miaka?" He couldn't believe that she was back. From all he knew, she was never coming back. She nodded happily and stepped out of the water.

"Gross!" She whined, looking down at her wet attire. Chichiri took this time to admire her. She had grown a few inches, and her voice deepened slightly from the childish voice she once had when she was here five years ago. She wore a pink sweater that, blushing, Chichiri noticed clung to her curves, and a slightly-shorter-than-knee-length black skirt.

Chichiri stood up and embraced the former miko.

"Welcome back, Miaka-chan! no da!" Miaka smiled, he never changed. They pulled away and sat down side by side while Miaka continued to pull the plants out of her hair.

"Ne, Miaka, it's not that I'm not glad to see you, demo...."

"Why am I here? I have no idea. I was walking down the street and then next thing I knew, poof, I was under water." Miaka finished his sentence. He nodded, looking around for the fishing pole he had dropped in his state of shock.

"What's wrong?" She asked, watching the monk.

"I dropped my fishing pole, no da." He explained, looking behind him. A slender stick in the lake caught her attention.

"Chichiri! I think I found it." She leaned over to get it, but instead slipped and shrieked as she fell back in. Chichiri sweatdropped. She hadn't changed all that much.

"God dammit!" She whined as she picked up his pole and handed it back to him before hoisting herself out of the lake.

"Miaka-chan, you didn't change very much, no da." Chichiri chuckled. Miaka glared at him.

"Do not start with me Chichiri, Damn! This sucks!" She whined.

"You're starting to sound like Tasuki, no da." Chichiri announced, noticing the girls' resemblance to the bandit seishi. Miaka perked up.

"Tasuki? Is he still around?" She asked Chichiri, once again wringing out her clothes. Chichiri nodded.

"Yes, he's back at Mt. Reikaku, no da. We can go visit him, no da, but first, we should get you some dry clothes, no da." Chichiri said, pointing to her soaked clothes. Miaka blushed and nodded.

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"There! That's better, no da!" Chichiri said happily as Miaka stepped out of one of the palaces' rooms. She had learned that Chichiri stayed at the palace, with Hotohori's son, the new emperor. Houki, Hotohori's empress, had lent Miaka one of her dresses. It was a deep blue and it fell down to her ankles. It was pretty plain, except the sleeves fell of her shoulders. Miaka blushed.

"Come on, Chichiri. Let's go find Tasuki!" She chirped happily. Chichiri sighed, shook his head, and followed her.

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AN: I know! I know! I have to finish my other stories, but it's spring break, I have PLENTY of time ::sweatdrops:: Anyway, look for chapter two coming soon to a fanfiction site near you ^-^;;

~*Neoshipper*~