Chapter eight: Kurea's Diary
Today was Daiani's wedding. It was beautiful, really. Miaka says that if they were in Japan, it would be snowing by now. It is December. That would be pretty. A white wedding.
The whole thing was so sweet I almost cried. I don't think I can remember the last time I cried. What a perfect match Tamahome and Daiani make. Of course, that's what we thought of Tamahome and Miaka, as well, and look what happened.
Miaka. She seemed to take it all with good grace. She smiled through the whole thing, but I for one could tell it was rather forced. Not that I blame her though. I found it hard not to get emotional myself, and I didn't even know the guy. And everyone could see the sadness mixed with her happiness for Daiani. That's just the way Miaka is. Even if it's breaking her heart, she's still happy for you.
I don't think Tasuki took his eyes off of Miaka once that whole night. It's obvious to everyone that he's fallen for Miaka, except maybe to Miaka herself. I think what people don't get is how much Tasuki really loves her. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and Tasuki's amber eyes are perhaps the most telling eyes I've ever seen, aside from Miaka's. I'm personally a little glad the whole Tamahome and Miaka thing is over. I just feel for the poor redhead, and I'm happy he has a chance with her. I think Miaka doesn't think too lowly of her fiery seishi herself.
Now the irony of the Tamahome-Miaka thing was what got me for a while. They waited until the war was over, and Miaka had to go home, to get married. Naturally it never happened.
The war. That's right. Amidst Miaka's recent return from Suzaku-knows- where, and Daiani's wedding, I don't think much of anyone has given our current situation with Kutou much thought. Even Naomi, the level-headed one of our group, admits she had forgotten. We talked with Miaka after the wedding, and we are going to go discuss our game plan with Taitsukuun tommorow.
Oh joy, another meeting with Sunakake Baba. Something to look forward to.
Kurea, December 12th
Why do people find it so hard to believe I keep a diary?
Today was Daiani's wedding. It was beautiful, really. Miaka says that if they were in Japan, it would be snowing by now. It is December. That would be pretty. A white wedding.
The whole thing was so sweet I almost cried. I don't think I can remember the last time I cried. What a perfect match Tamahome and Daiani make. Of course, that's what we thought of Tamahome and Miaka, as well, and look what happened.
Miaka. She seemed to take it all with good grace. She smiled through the whole thing, but I for one could tell it was rather forced. Not that I blame her though. I found it hard not to get emotional myself, and I didn't even know the guy. And everyone could see the sadness mixed with her happiness for Daiani. That's just the way Miaka is. Even if it's breaking her heart, she's still happy for you.
I don't think Tasuki took his eyes off of Miaka once that whole night. It's obvious to everyone that he's fallen for Miaka, except maybe to Miaka herself. I think what people don't get is how much Tasuki really loves her. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and Tasuki's amber eyes are perhaps the most telling eyes I've ever seen, aside from Miaka's. I'm personally a little glad the whole Tamahome and Miaka thing is over. I just feel for the poor redhead, and I'm happy he has a chance with her. I think Miaka doesn't think too lowly of her fiery seishi herself.
Now the irony of the Tamahome-Miaka thing was what got me for a while. They waited until the war was over, and Miaka had to go home, to get married. Naturally it never happened.
The war. That's right. Amidst Miaka's recent return from Suzaku-knows- where, and Daiani's wedding, I don't think much of anyone has given our current situation with Kutou much thought. Even Naomi, the level-headed one of our group, admits she had forgotten. We talked with Miaka after the wedding, and we are going to go discuss our game plan with Taitsukuun tommorow.
Oh joy, another meeting with Sunakake Baba. Something to look forward to.
Kurea, December 12th
Why do people find it so hard to believe I keep a diary?