Okay, I'm finally back with a second chapter to my story. It's hard to sit and write this when I'm getting ideas for other stories.

Disclaimer: I own neither Labyrinth, Fushigi Yuugi, nor Michael Bolton. He belongs to himself.

It quickly became a pattern. Miaka would go a few steps or skips, then fall on her face. We continue in this fashion for some time until she was forced to stop. Her stomach was growling. "What a desolate place. There's practically no life here at all and no turns." She looked shocked. The studying had finally paid off. Her stomach growled again, cutting off further brain waves. (A/N: My theory on why Miaka's such a ditz.) "But first, FOOD!" She pulled a chocolate bar from her pocket and sat against the wall munching it. "Excuse me, could you please watch where you're eating? You've gotten food all over me." "Huh?" She looked around super fast and couldn't see anyone. "Down here Miss." She looked down to see a small boy with chocolate bits all over himself. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, this happens all of the time. May I ask why you are here please?" She frowned. "I accidentally wished someone away without meaning to or knowing." "Ahh, I see." "An' now I'm very lost. Why aren't there any openings or turns anywhere?"

"Aha! But there are. Watch." The boy stood up and walking to the opposite wall, placed his hand inches from the stone. "You see my hand about to touch the wall, correct?" "Yeah" "Watch closely." He slowly brought his hand directly against the wall, then through it. "It's only an illusion caused by the painting job on that wall. You give it a cursory glance and see wall, but if you go closer, you see all the openings." "Gee whiz, thanks a bunch. But which way should I go?" The child pointed left. "That way leads to a faster end for you," Pointing right. "That way is prolonged before the end." "Okay." Miaka spun on her heel and turned right. "Byes" She skipped happily down the path. And fell. "Hey miss! Excuse me miss!" But his little voice couldn't carry all the way to her. He decided to try one more time. "You're going the wrong way!" She turned and gave him a little wave. And fell down. Taking your eyes off a cluttered path isn't a smart thing to do. (A/N: But when is Miaka a brainiac?) Pretty soon, it was apparent to her that she was deep inside the labyrinth, but nowhere near the center.

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Meanwhile, up in the castle

"Augh!" Jareth walked into his throne room. "I told you time and again not to torture the people I bring here." Too late he realized it wasn't a human scream. "Where is she you idiot?!" The guy he kidnapped was wiping the floor with his chief minions! Literally. "You don't realize you're a hostage, do you?" "No, I don't think so." "Then care for this." Jareth materialized a crystal. "Oh, what are you going to do, ice me with a glass rock?" He merely smiled before throwing the orb as hard as he could at Tamahome. Tama easily caught it, and threw it to the ground. "Was that supposed to hurt me? You're a weakling." "Notice where it is now?" Jareth said sweetly. Tamahome brought his hand up to his face, and to his supreme horror, it was still there! The sphere slowly grew larger until it had encompassed all of him like a giant glass prison. "Like this will really hold me for long." He kicked out against the glass to only get hurt. " 'Like I really wouldn't put a charm on it against breaking.' Get real man." Tamahome sat in the crystal, strangely calm and resigned against his fate. "You know, my girlfriend's right about you. You do have a mullet, whatever that is. Mullet man. Sounds catchy. MULLET MAHN. Dun dah da dah! Mullet man do de do di do. Mulllllllet maaaaan. Ehhhhh. Mullet man." Jareth clenched his teeth, and for the first time in his life hoped that this little girl would defeat him. He couldn't imagine the rest of eternity with this as a goblin. "Oy! Mullet man, can I have a drink? Hey mullet, I'm talking to you!" Maybe he could be a present to the faeries. They've been wanting a male consort for their queen. "Mullet man! I'm talking to you!" But now he really had to get a new stylist. Michael Bolton really wasn't up to date anymore.

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Back to Miaka's journey

Miaka worried about getting lost until she realized that she could use her candy wrappers as a trail. Fortunately she had a lot. Unfortunately, she had just finished the last one before realizing that empty wrappers blow away in the wind. "Augh! Now I have now more chocolate AND I'm lost." "You aren't lost when you have two doors to choose from." "Huh? Who said that?" "Aniki did. Over here girlie." She turned to see two boys standing against two doors, one in blue, the other in orange. "Which way to the castle?" "It doesn't work that way miss." "Darn right it doesn't. The thing is missy, you can only ask one of us one question. And then you get to choose a door from the question you asked." Miaka, who had no food left, was reeling from these hard choices. Finally, she blurted to orange, "Do you like chocolate?" "What kind?" "Milk chocolate." "Milk chocolate. Warm, milky, chocolate covering my sama. Me lick-" The train of thought was cut off by him passing out do to blood loss. (A/N: Thank god, or my rating would jump) "Um, is he okay?" "Yeah, this happens all the time." "I guess I'll take your door by default then." "Okay." He played a little tune on his flute (where'd that come from?) and the door opened. "Just for knowing, where does his door lead?" He shrugged. "Beats me. It's been so long since he's stayed conscious long enough for someone to go that way, that nobody knows anymore." Miaka looked bewildered for a minute, then walked into the narrow corridor. She's had enough of falling on her face for now. And she fell into a hole that opened beneath her feet into darkness.

Sorry to her fans about the Miaka bashing. It's just so easy, and she sets herself up for it. About the Bolton thing. I was trying to think of people who have recently had that kind of hairstyle up to a few years ago. He was the most recent person that I could think of with that hair. It also helped that I was watching reruns of SNL when writing that paragraph.

Okay. Readers please review. Give me the name of a hot anime guy with good hair that can be Jareth's new stylist. If your suggestion is better than mine, well, you'll see what happens. Bye for now. ^.^