Well this is the eighteenth and final chapter of my Fushigi Yuugi fic, and
I'm just now realizing something. I haven't put up a disclaimer. So I guess
I should do it now!
I do not own Fushigi Yuugi, or any of its characters, though...Tasuki would be nice to have hanging around my house, waiting on my hand and foot...obeying my every whim. *ahem* They are all the property of the absolutely positively wonderful manga artist Watase Yu *bows* WE LOVE YOU WATASE-SAMA!
Okie moving right along... Well I hope you enjoy the final chapter! Final Chapter: One Beloved Gift
The clear-whitish material swished about her feet as she walked. Mihara was walking down the hall toward her destiny. In her mind, every minute of every day that she shared with Tasuki and the seishi flashed by her eyes. It was as if she were drowning, watching her life go by. She was drowning...drowning in emotions, memories, and heartbreak. And she couldn't reach the surface. The first time she saw Tasuki came to mind. His amber eyes searching her own violet, accecpting her instantly, not asking questions or wondering why. Next came the day after she met everyone. When she ran away, and met Ichidou, the twins and encountered the dreaded Nakago for the first time since she lost her memory. Third: When she thought she was about to die at the fangs of Ashitare and through the merciless eye of Nakago. Then Tasuki showed up, and showed her that even though she acted cruel and rash toward him, he still would protect her. Things skipped forward to the day Tasuki told her that he loved her. The way his eyes spoke the words that she longed to hear spoken to her. It was a dream, that day. Until... Tasuki went to Kutou to fight Nakago. Mihara could still feel the pain in her heart when Nakago told her that he had killed her precious Tasuki. It was coming back to her, because in a way, he was about to die. He was going to be left behind in this miserable world. She was going home without him. And it would feel as though he had died... again. She arrived in the summoning chamber. All of the Seishi were assembled, and Ichidou was standing off to the side. Her face was twisted in the oddest way. Presently, she looked forlorn and ultimately upset at Mihara's departure. But there was the faintest trace of anxiety and excitement. And there was Tasuki. He looked as though he was trying not to look at Mihara, but never took his eyes off her. His eyes were red as if he had been crying, and there was no doubt in Mihara's mind that he was. The more Mihara obsereved him, she noticed that he was trembling, and his eyes threatened to overflow with tears again. All this Mihara took in with a glance. She walked down the long red carpet toward the alter. When she walked by Tasuki, he let out an audible sob, but righted himself quickly. The others bowed their heads solemnly. Wether it was to hide their tears, or to show reverence and respect, Mihara could not tell. She knelt before the alter and began to chant the Suzaku summoning spell. The words tumbled out of her mouth, but she wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about going home. Before she realized it, the spell was over and her hands were throwing the Holy Scroll into the fire. The effect was immediate. Everything went dark and deadly quiet. Mihara disappared. She had gone inside the god beast, Suzaku.
She stood before the human-form of Suzaku. Everything about him was deep crimson color. His solemn eyes roamed over Mihara, and his wings fluttered gently when she arrived. "Suzaku no Miko," he said in a quiet, yet firm voice. "You have summoned me and now I will lend you my power. You may use my power three times, and three times only. Whenever you want to call me say the word 'Kaijin' and I will appear to grant your wish." Having said this, everything dissolved and Mihara found herself back in the summoning chamber. She crumpled to her knees. She looked up at all of the seishi who were looking at her expectantly. This is it, she thought. "Have you thought of your wishes?" Ichidou said, breaking the tender silence. Mihara gently picked herself off the ground and after a moment said in a hoarse voice, "Yes." She sighed and jumped up to sit on the alter. "Just give me a few moments." Everyone gave her a perplexed look, while she sat on the alter, concentrating her remaining energy. Finally after a few minutes she stood and said the word "Kaijin." Any light in the room was flushed out. It went deadly quiet and the room was filled with the dark reddish glow of the pheonix Suzaku. "I'm going to make my three wishes here and now," Mihara said loudly, though her voice still sounded hoarse. "First, I wish that this be the last cycle of mikos, so Ichidou, Kyuu, Kitsune and myself are not erased if and when another finds the book." She paused significantly. "My second wish is to have Konan eternally protected from anyone that means to cause harm to the country." She took a long gratifying breath. "And finally-" she looked at Tasuki off to her left before she finished. "I wish for the happiness of all the seishi, and all of the friends I met here in this world. I have caused so much pain to them, that this is the least I can do." She looked at Tasuki, tears filling her eyes, as a red and aura engulfed her. She clamped her eyes shut as she felt her feet lift off the ground and her body leave the book world.
When she felt solid ground under her feet again, Mihara still did not dare open her eyes. All around her she could here the hustle and bustle of the New York street she left behind all those months ago when she was surrounded by a red aura and sucked into the book. "MIHARA!" Mihara's eyes sprang open at once. She knew no one in this world would call her by that name, and the voice was familiar. She looked across the busy street and there stood Ichidou, waving and grinning broadly. "Ichidou!?" Despite the heavy traffic, Mihara ran across the street into her friend's arms, hugging her. "What are you doing here?" Ichidou smiled and patted Mihara's head. "You don't want to know that." She said. "What you want to know is what he is doing here." Mihara followed where Ichidou was pointing and was met with the sight of the last person she expected to be standing about ten feet away. "T-Tasuki?" And she began to run to him, tears flowing freely, questions overloading her mind. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was that he was there. Finally they could be together. In America.
End Final Chapter
*wails spastically* NOOOOOOOO! I can't belive its over! I started this story ages ago, long before I published it on FF.net. Way back in February! Whoo, that's an old fic! I'm not exactly glad its over, but now I can start work on the second series! Squee!
Thankyou everyone that reviewed or ever even read this fic! You inspired me to continue on and finally finish, what with your encouragement and all. I just want to say I love you all and thankyou so much. I am eternally greatly indebted to you!
I hope you all enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writting it and toying with it, and even roleplaying the characters!
And one last thing, if you haven't read my other fics please do! They haven't gotten half as much reviews...although they're not near as long...and I shouldn't care if they get reviews or not. But do yourself and read Greatest of the Seishi. If you want a good laugh, there you go. The other mikos nearly died when they read it themselves.
Thankyou again for staying with me and all of your help! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
I do not own Fushigi Yuugi, or any of its characters, though...Tasuki would be nice to have hanging around my house, waiting on my hand and foot...obeying my every whim. *ahem* They are all the property of the absolutely positively wonderful manga artist Watase Yu *bows* WE LOVE YOU WATASE-SAMA!
Okie moving right along... Well I hope you enjoy the final chapter! Final Chapter: One Beloved Gift
The clear-whitish material swished about her feet as she walked. Mihara was walking down the hall toward her destiny. In her mind, every minute of every day that she shared with Tasuki and the seishi flashed by her eyes. It was as if she were drowning, watching her life go by. She was drowning...drowning in emotions, memories, and heartbreak. And she couldn't reach the surface. The first time she saw Tasuki came to mind. His amber eyes searching her own violet, accecpting her instantly, not asking questions or wondering why. Next came the day after she met everyone. When she ran away, and met Ichidou, the twins and encountered the dreaded Nakago for the first time since she lost her memory. Third: When she thought she was about to die at the fangs of Ashitare and through the merciless eye of Nakago. Then Tasuki showed up, and showed her that even though she acted cruel and rash toward him, he still would protect her. Things skipped forward to the day Tasuki told her that he loved her. The way his eyes spoke the words that she longed to hear spoken to her. It was a dream, that day. Until... Tasuki went to Kutou to fight Nakago. Mihara could still feel the pain in her heart when Nakago told her that he had killed her precious Tasuki. It was coming back to her, because in a way, he was about to die. He was going to be left behind in this miserable world. She was going home without him. And it would feel as though he had died... again. She arrived in the summoning chamber. All of the Seishi were assembled, and Ichidou was standing off to the side. Her face was twisted in the oddest way. Presently, she looked forlorn and ultimately upset at Mihara's departure. But there was the faintest trace of anxiety and excitement. And there was Tasuki. He looked as though he was trying not to look at Mihara, but never took his eyes off her. His eyes were red as if he had been crying, and there was no doubt in Mihara's mind that he was. The more Mihara obsereved him, she noticed that he was trembling, and his eyes threatened to overflow with tears again. All this Mihara took in with a glance. She walked down the long red carpet toward the alter. When she walked by Tasuki, he let out an audible sob, but righted himself quickly. The others bowed their heads solemnly. Wether it was to hide their tears, or to show reverence and respect, Mihara could not tell. She knelt before the alter and began to chant the Suzaku summoning spell. The words tumbled out of her mouth, but she wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about going home. Before she realized it, the spell was over and her hands were throwing the Holy Scroll into the fire. The effect was immediate. Everything went dark and deadly quiet. Mihara disappared. She had gone inside the god beast, Suzaku.
She stood before the human-form of Suzaku. Everything about him was deep crimson color. His solemn eyes roamed over Mihara, and his wings fluttered gently when she arrived. "Suzaku no Miko," he said in a quiet, yet firm voice. "You have summoned me and now I will lend you my power. You may use my power three times, and three times only. Whenever you want to call me say the word 'Kaijin' and I will appear to grant your wish." Having said this, everything dissolved and Mihara found herself back in the summoning chamber. She crumpled to her knees. She looked up at all of the seishi who were looking at her expectantly. This is it, she thought. "Have you thought of your wishes?" Ichidou said, breaking the tender silence. Mihara gently picked herself off the ground and after a moment said in a hoarse voice, "Yes." She sighed and jumped up to sit on the alter. "Just give me a few moments." Everyone gave her a perplexed look, while she sat on the alter, concentrating her remaining energy. Finally after a few minutes she stood and said the word "Kaijin." Any light in the room was flushed out. It went deadly quiet and the room was filled with the dark reddish glow of the pheonix Suzaku. "I'm going to make my three wishes here and now," Mihara said loudly, though her voice still sounded hoarse. "First, I wish that this be the last cycle of mikos, so Ichidou, Kyuu, Kitsune and myself are not erased if and when another finds the book." She paused significantly. "My second wish is to have Konan eternally protected from anyone that means to cause harm to the country." She took a long gratifying breath. "And finally-" she looked at Tasuki off to her left before she finished. "I wish for the happiness of all the seishi, and all of the friends I met here in this world. I have caused so much pain to them, that this is the least I can do." She looked at Tasuki, tears filling her eyes, as a red and aura engulfed her. She clamped her eyes shut as she felt her feet lift off the ground and her body leave the book world.
When she felt solid ground under her feet again, Mihara still did not dare open her eyes. All around her she could here the hustle and bustle of the New York street she left behind all those months ago when she was surrounded by a red aura and sucked into the book. "MIHARA!" Mihara's eyes sprang open at once. She knew no one in this world would call her by that name, and the voice was familiar. She looked across the busy street and there stood Ichidou, waving and grinning broadly. "Ichidou!?" Despite the heavy traffic, Mihara ran across the street into her friend's arms, hugging her. "What are you doing here?" Ichidou smiled and patted Mihara's head. "You don't want to know that." She said. "What you want to know is what he is doing here." Mihara followed where Ichidou was pointing and was met with the sight of the last person she expected to be standing about ten feet away. "T-Tasuki?" And she began to run to him, tears flowing freely, questions overloading her mind. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was that he was there. Finally they could be together. In America.
End Final Chapter
*wails spastically* NOOOOOOOO! I can't belive its over! I started this story ages ago, long before I published it on FF.net. Way back in February! Whoo, that's an old fic! I'm not exactly glad its over, but now I can start work on the second series! Squee!
Thankyou everyone that reviewed or ever even read this fic! You inspired me to continue on and finally finish, what with your encouragement and all. I just want to say I love you all and thankyou so much. I am eternally greatly indebted to you!
I hope you all enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writting it and toying with it, and even roleplaying the characters!
And one last thing, if you haven't read my other fics please do! They haven't gotten half as much reviews...although they're not near as long...and I shouldn't care if they get reviews or not. But do yourself and read Greatest of the Seishi. If you want a good laugh, there you go. The other mikos nearly died when they read it themselves.
Thankyou again for staying with me and all of your help! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!