"A chance meeting"
by Sara Jaye
Don't judge it until you read it all the way through. Appearances
are often deceiving ^_~
[Disclaimers: Fushigi Yuugi is the property of Watase Yuu. None of the
characters belong to me.
An open mind is required to enjoy this story, so if your mind's closed, I
advise you to close this window before you get offended.]
~
Hotohori sighed as he walked through the gardens. He knew that Miaka would
never return his love, and while he could accept it, it still hurt seeing
her with Tamahome.
"If I had been a 17-year-old money-grubbing fighter, would she have loved
me?" he asked himself. "Guess I deserve it for being as vain as I am. What
good is being beautiful if you're all alone?" He sat down on a bench,
tears filling his eyes. That was the trouble with being royalty-millions
admired and respected him, but no one could get close enough to love him.
"I'd trade everything...my royalty, my wealth, my good looks...just for
someone to love me," he mumbled.
"Being alone isn't all bad."
"Who said that?!" Hotohori jumped up and looked around the garden.
"I did," the voice spoke again. Then its owner walked out from behind a
large willow tree. "Though it's nice to have company on occasion."
Hotohori opened his mouth to answer, but his voice caught in his throat as
he got a good look at the woman standing before him.
She was stunning. Her long, silky violet hair was woven into a single
braid that draped over her shoulder. She wore a red silken kimono with
lavender and yellow scarves, and a single crimson blossom rested behind
her left ear.
But it was her eyes that really drew him in...those deep, sparkling orbs
of rose-tinted hazel...
"Ano...why are you staring at me that way?"
And her voice! So light, so airy, so melodic...
"Ano...heika-sama?"
He snapped out of his trance.
"P-please, don't call me that. My name is Hotohori," he said, bowing. The
young woman smiled softly and stepped forward.
"Pleased to meet you, Hotohori-san. I apologize if I startled you," she
apologized.
"It's quite all right. I'm...actually quite glad you're here."
"I heard you," the woman said. "I know too well what it's like to be
lonely." She sighed wistfully.
"Nonsense. I'm sure someone as beautiful as you are has plenty of men
chasing after her," Hotohori said.
"No. They look, but they never say anything. It's all right...most of them
aren't my type anyway," the woman said. Hotohori nodded.
"Listen...forgive my being so forward, but...since we're both here, and
we're both lonely...may I invite you inside for a glass of wine?" he
offered. The young woman blushed.
"I'd be delighted," she said. "Thank you, Hotohori-san."
"No...thank you, miss," Hotohori said. "You never told me your name,
though..."
The woman smiled, stepped forward, and curtsied.
"My name is Nuriko."
"Nuriko," Hotohori murmured. "Well, then...shall we go inside?" He held
his arm out to Nuriko.
"Hai," Nuriko said, taking his arm and walking inside with him.
Hotohori smiled. By now he'd figured out Nuriko was actually a male,
thanks to the rather see-through kimono. But he didn't care.
'When someone's as kind and beautiful as Nuriko, why should it matter what
gender they are?'
~End~
Bet you thought this was gonna be a Mary Sue fanfic, huh? ;P Even
if the hair and eye color descriptions were a bit obvious...^_^;
About the ending: Yes, I know how tacked-on it seems. Well, to be
honest I did that semi-intentionally. Hey, I never said this story was
gonna be serious! ^_~
by Sara Jaye
Don't judge it until you read it all the way through. Appearances
are often deceiving ^_~
[Disclaimers: Fushigi Yuugi is the property of Watase Yuu. None of the
characters belong to me.
An open mind is required to enjoy this story, so if your mind's closed, I
advise you to close this window before you get offended.]
~
Hotohori sighed as he walked through the gardens. He knew that Miaka would
never return his love, and while he could accept it, it still hurt seeing
her with Tamahome.
"If I had been a 17-year-old money-grubbing fighter, would she have loved
me?" he asked himself. "Guess I deserve it for being as vain as I am. What
good is being beautiful if you're all alone?" He sat down on a bench,
tears filling his eyes. That was the trouble with being royalty-millions
admired and respected him, but no one could get close enough to love him.
"I'd trade everything...my royalty, my wealth, my good looks...just for
someone to love me," he mumbled.
"Being alone isn't all bad."
"Who said that?!" Hotohori jumped up and looked around the garden.
"I did," the voice spoke again. Then its owner walked out from behind a
large willow tree. "Though it's nice to have company on occasion."
Hotohori opened his mouth to answer, but his voice caught in his throat as
he got a good look at the woman standing before him.
She was stunning. Her long, silky violet hair was woven into a single
braid that draped over her shoulder. She wore a red silken kimono with
lavender and yellow scarves, and a single crimson blossom rested behind
her left ear.
But it was her eyes that really drew him in...those deep, sparkling orbs
of rose-tinted hazel...
"Ano...why are you staring at me that way?"
And her voice! So light, so airy, so melodic...
"Ano...heika-sama?"
He snapped out of his trance.
"P-please, don't call me that. My name is Hotohori," he said, bowing. The
young woman smiled softly and stepped forward.
"Pleased to meet you, Hotohori-san. I apologize if I startled you," she
apologized.
"It's quite all right. I'm...actually quite glad you're here."
"I heard you," the woman said. "I know too well what it's like to be
lonely." She sighed wistfully.
"Nonsense. I'm sure someone as beautiful as you are has plenty of men
chasing after her," Hotohori said.
"No. They look, but they never say anything. It's all right...most of them
aren't my type anyway," the woman said. Hotohori nodded.
"Listen...forgive my being so forward, but...since we're both here, and
we're both lonely...may I invite you inside for a glass of wine?" he
offered. The young woman blushed.
"I'd be delighted," she said. "Thank you, Hotohori-san."
"No...thank you, miss," Hotohori said. "You never told me your name,
though..."
The woman smiled, stepped forward, and curtsied.
"My name is Nuriko."
"Nuriko," Hotohori murmured. "Well, then...shall we go inside?" He held
his arm out to Nuriko.
"Hai," Nuriko said, taking his arm and walking inside with him.
Hotohori smiled. By now he'd figured out Nuriko was actually a male,
thanks to the rather see-through kimono. But he didn't care.
'When someone's as kind and beautiful as Nuriko, why should it matter what
gender they are?'
~End~
Bet you thought this was gonna be a Mary Sue fanfic, huh? ;P Even
if the hair and eye color descriptions were a bit obvious...^_^;
About the ending: Yes, I know how tacked-on it seems. Well, to be
honest I did that semi-intentionally. Hey, I never said this story was
gonna be serious! ^_~