Angel of Fire
By Amiboshi-chan
I'm finally getting around to writing a new chapter for all of my stories. I'm hoping to have all of them updated by the weekend. I realized it was pretty stupid of me to get six stories started without completing the last, so I'm working on getting all of these ones done before I start any more.
This chapter tells a lot about the guardians. I advise anyone following this story to read this chapter, for a lot of it plays into an important decision Miaka will have to make, which will effect the rest of her life.
Well, anyway, I don't own anything, as usual, and on with the story!
Chapter seven
Daiani was wandering around in a daze. She could barely believe what had just happened to her. She had to find Miaka. Now.
Miaka was wandering around the rose garden, as usual, when Daiani found her. Miaka looked up, seeing the usually pale brunette with a happy flush adorning her face. Smiling, she walked over.
"Konnichi wa, Daiani-chan. You seem happy today. Anything new?" Miaka asked inquisitively, with a slight sideways cock of her head.
"Well, as a matter of fact, yes indeed." Daiani took a deep breath before continuing. "Tamahome asked me to marry him!"
Miaka's heart gave a little twist as memories of the times Tamahome had proposed to her, and the time they had exchanged rings, flooded back to her. She might have been falling out of love with him, but she was not completely devoid of feeling. But for Daiani's sake, she forced a smile. She hugged the girl tightly. "I so happy for you! I'm sure you will make a wonderful couple. I must come to the wedding, of course!"
Daiani's smile widened. "But of course! I want you to be my maid of honor!" Miaka reared back in shock, eyes wide. Daiani's smile faded. "If you want to be, of course."
Miaka smiled again. "Oh, no, it's not that. It's just that, I've never been given that honor before, and I wasn't expecting it. I would love to be your maid of honor!"
Daiani's smile widened again. She reached out and wrapped Miaka in a tight hug. "Oh, wonderful! You're one of my best friends, and it only seemed right that you would be my maid of honor."
Miaka was truly touched by her words. The only other person to call her best friend was Yui, and she had not seen her in months, ever since she came to be a guardian. Once and only once, She had been able to talk to her through one of Taiitsukunn's mirrors. But, it was not the same, and she missed her friend dearly. While such thoughts saddened her, it was comforting to think that there was someone her to talk to, to tell all her secrets to, and so on. Unable to speak, she choked out a small "Thank you, Daiani."
Daiani nodded. "Of course! Well, there is much planning to do, so I must be on my way!" She gave Miaka another tight hug. Then the girl trotted off happily. Miaka smiled.
Walking around the palace gardens, she found herself a certain quiet place. The garden at Taitsukunn's was a vast open lawn, much like a meadow. Shrubs, flowers, and huge trees were spread throughout, and a small stream trickled at Miaka's feet. She used to come here during her time as miko, to sort her thoughts. She had plenty of thoughts to sort now, no doubt.
She thought about how she felt about Daiani and Tamahome. It would be difficult to stand there, watching them, and wondering what it would be like to walk down the aisle into someone's arms, to think that at one time, that would have been her, and it wold have been Tamahome's arms. But, she understood that the pain of seeing Tamahome would go away. It had diminished so much in the past week alone, she wondered if they ever truly loved each other as much as she had always thought. But she knew the answer to that. Of course they did, but they'd had six years to grow apart. They had been young at that time, and perhaps their love was strong, but not strong enough to withstand the tests of time.
Briefly, she wondered if she ever would find the one to spend the rest of her life with. Suzaku had, being the god of love, given all his guardians a choice. They could live with him in the palaces of heaven, and never die. Or, they could stay on earth with their friends, choosing the mortal life over aloneness. Of course, as they died, they would be reborn and always be a guardian, for that was their choice. But, no guardian had ever chosen the mortal life. Even those of Suzaku lived in heaven with Him, choosing immortality. Miaka wondered, once her duty was done here for now, would she do the same? Or would she be the first to choose love?
The cracking of a twig nearby roused her from her musings. She loved her position, because from here, tucked away in the rose bushes and trees, she could observe without being observed. Peering out, she saw Tasuki. He was walking along, obviously out for a leisurely stroll, or perhaps to do some thinking, just like herself. He came dowm by the stream and sat, where she could get a very good look at him.
It had been a while since she'd had a chance to simply take in his appearance. She noticed that he did not have his tessen, nor his usual jacket. He was dressed only in his white shirt, pants, and boots, and one string of beads. She vaguely realized, while watching him in his current state of casual dress, that he was rather handsome. She had once thought him sort of silly looking, with his flaming orange hair and fangs. But now, as she gazed upon his pondering face, she found it hard not to get lost in his deep, amber eyes. She gazed into them for a while, until he looked in her direction. His intense gaze penetrated her hiding spot, and seemed to settle right at her. She thought for sure she had been discovered. But, his gaze lowered, and he turned back to study the stream at his feet.
She had gone undetected, but the moment was ruined. She realized with slight disgust at herself, what she had been doing. This was Tasuki, for Christ's sake! He thought of her as more of a little sister than anything else. But, Tamahome had once seen her as such, too, but that had all changed. . .
Miaka ripped her thoughts away from that path once again. She would not ruin the friendship she had with Tasuki, for it was the one most dear to her. Quietly, she got up, and crept away, not making a sound as she walked away from her spot and him.
Tasuki looked over again, just in time to see a wisp of russet hair disappear behind the great oak a few feet away. That spot was where Miaka had always gone, whenever they were at Taiitsukunn's for any length of time. He had stumbled upon her before, but she did not know that. She had probably just come, found him there, and left not wanting to disturb him. Tasuki sighed.
Tasuki thought back on Chichiri's words of advise from that morning. Be patient, and she will learn to love again. Well, hopefully she would sometime soon, or he just might go crazy.
Looking up at the sky, he realized the sun was beginning to set, and the first stars twinkled above him. Silently, he asked them a simple question.
Will Miaka ever love me?
The stars did not answer.
Another chapter. My friend, whom I have read everything before I post it, said that this chapter was depressing. I wasn't really going for depressing, just mostly portraying their confusion in each other's feelings, as well as their own. We see Miaka's take on everything, and can see that while she has matured, she still does not fully understand what it is to love someone. This chapter was rather uneventful, but I'm kind of proud of how I set the character for them.
Well, anyways, please review! Thanks!
Amiboshi-chan
By Amiboshi-chan
I'm finally getting around to writing a new chapter for all of my stories. I'm hoping to have all of them updated by the weekend. I realized it was pretty stupid of me to get six stories started without completing the last, so I'm working on getting all of these ones done before I start any more.
This chapter tells a lot about the guardians. I advise anyone following this story to read this chapter, for a lot of it plays into an important decision Miaka will have to make, which will effect the rest of her life.
Well, anyway, I don't own anything, as usual, and on with the story!
Chapter seven
Daiani was wandering around in a daze. She could barely believe what had just happened to her. She had to find Miaka. Now.
Miaka was wandering around the rose garden, as usual, when Daiani found her. Miaka looked up, seeing the usually pale brunette with a happy flush adorning her face. Smiling, she walked over.
"Konnichi wa, Daiani-chan. You seem happy today. Anything new?" Miaka asked inquisitively, with a slight sideways cock of her head.
"Well, as a matter of fact, yes indeed." Daiani took a deep breath before continuing. "Tamahome asked me to marry him!"
Miaka's heart gave a little twist as memories of the times Tamahome had proposed to her, and the time they had exchanged rings, flooded back to her. She might have been falling out of love with him, but she was not completely devoid of feeling. But for Daiani's sake, she forced a smile. She hugged the girl tightly. "I so happy for you! I'm sure you will make a wonderful couple. I must come to the wedding, of course!"
Daiani's smile widened. "But of course! I want you to be my maid of honor!" Miaka reared back in shock, eyes wide. Daiani's smile faded. "If you want to be, of course."
Miaka smiled again. "Oh, no, it's not that. It's just that, I've never been given that honor before, and I wasn't expecting it. I would love to be your maid of honor!"
Daiani's smile widened again. She reached out and wrapped Miaka in a tight hug. "Oh, wonderful! You're one of my best friends, and it only seemed right that you would be my maid of honor."
Miaka was truly touched by her words. The only other person to call her best friend was Yui, and she had not seen her in months, ever since she came to be a guardian. Once and only once, She had been able to talk to her through one of Taiitsukunn's mirrors. But, it was not the same, and she missed her friend dearly. While such thoughts saddened her, it was comforting to think that there was someone her to talk to, to tell all her secrets to, and so on. Unable to speak, she choked out a small "Thank you, Daiani."
Daiani nodded. "Of course! Well, there is much planning to do, so I must be on my way!" She gave Miaka another tight hug. Then the girl trotted off happily. Miaka smiled.
Walking around the palace gardens, she found herself a certain quiet place. The garden at Taitsukunn's was a vast open lawn, much like a meadow. Shrubs, flowers, and huge trees were spread throughout, and a small stream trickled at Miaka's feet. She used to come here during her time as miko, to sort her thoughts. She had plenty of thoughts to sort now, no doubt.
She thought about how she felt about Daiani and Tamahome. It would be difficult to stand there, watching them, and wondering what it would be like to walk down the aisle into someone's arms, to think that at one time, that would have been her, and it wold have been Tamahome's arms. But, she understood that the pain of seeing Tamahome would go away. It had diminished so much in the past week alone, she wondered if they ever truly loved each other as much as she had always thought. But she knew the answer to that. Of course they did, but they'd had six years to grow apart. They had been young at that time, and perhaps their love was strong, but not strong enough to withstand the tests of time.
Briefly, she wondered if she ever would find the one to spend the rest of her life with. Suzaku had, being the god of love, given all his guardians a choice. They could live with him in the palaces of heaven, and never die. Or, they could stay on earth with their friends, choosing the mortal life over aloneness. Of course, as they died, they would be reborn and always be a guardian, for that was their choice. But, no guardian had ever chosen the mortal life. Even those of Suzaku lived in heaven with Him, choosing immortality. Miaka wondered, once her duty was done here for now, would she do the same? Or would she be the first to choose love?
The cracking of a twig nearby roused her from her musings. She loved her position, because from here, tucked away in the rose bushes and trees, she could observe without being observed. Peering out, she saw Tasuki. He was walking along, obviously out for a leisurely stroll, or perhaps to do some thinking, just like herself. He came dowm by the stream and sat, where she could get a very good look at him.
It had been a while since she'd had a chance to simply take in his appearance. She noticed that he did not have his tessen, nor his usual jacket. He was dressed only in his white shirt, pants, and boots, and one string of beads. She vaguely realized, while watching him in his current state of casual dress, that he was rather handsome. She had once thought him sort of silly looking, with his flaming orange hair and fangs. But now, as she gazed upon his pondering face, she found it hard not to get lost in his deep, amber eyes. She gazed into them for a while, until he looked in her direction. His intense gaze penetrated her hiding spot, and seemed to settle right at her. She thought for sure she had been discovered. But, his gaze lowered, and he turned back to study the stream at his feet.
She had gone undetected, but the moment was ruined. She realized with slight disgust at herself, what she had been doing. This was Tasuki, for Christ's sake! He thought of her as more of a little sister than anything else. But, Tamahome had once seen her as such, too, but that had all changed. . .
Miaka ripped her thoughts away from that path once again. She would not ruin the friendship she had with Tasuki, for it was the one most dear to her. Quietly, she got up, and crept away, not making a sound as she walked away from her spot and him.
Tasuki looked over again, just in time to see a wisp of russet hair disappear behind the great oak a few feet away. That spot was where Miaka had always gone, whenever they were at Taiitsukunn's for any length of time. He had stumbled upon her before, but she did not know that. She had probably just come, found him there, and left not wanting to disturb him. Tasuki sighed.
Tasuki thought back on Chichiri's words of advise from that morning. Be patient, and she will learn to love again. Well, hopefully she would sometime soon, or he just might go crazy.
Looking up at the sky, he realized the sun was beginning to set, and the first stars twinkled above him. Silently, he asked them a simple question.
Will Miaka ever love me?
The stars did not answer.
Another chapter. My friend, whom I have read everything before I post it, said that this chapter was depressing. I wasn't really going for depressing, just mostly portraying their confusion in each other's feelings, as well as their own. We see Miaka's take on everything, and can see that while she has matured, she still does not fully understand what it is to love someone. This chapter was rather uneventful, but I'm kind of proud of how I set the character for them.
Well, anyways, please review! Thanks!
Amiboshi-chan