Summary: Taka dies in a freak gasoline fight accident and Miaka returns to
the book to seek comfort from Tasuki.
A/N: my brother asked how I would kill off Taka if I had to and so I had to retaliate. The freak gasoline fight accident was truly just a joke.that turned into a fic. Think Zoolander. Lots of spoilers, happens after the OAV. Oh, and if you think I'm making fun of something, I probably am. Just don't take it personally.
Part one: Freak Gasoline fight accident Disclaimer: I own neither Zoolander nor Fushigi Yugi, although it would be fun I if I did! ^_^
Miaka hung up the phone for the last time. Keisuke was on his way over to her apartment to comfort her, along with Yui and Tetsuya. She buried her head in her hands. She'd need a new apartment.unless she wanted to stay with Keisuke. Maybe she would for a while anyway. This was just too traumatic. Everywhere she looked she thought of him. The bookcase he had made in his high school wood works shop class. The glass tea set he bought her for her birthday. The wallpaper they argued about for ages, before finally letting Yui pick it out for them. Miaka felt her eyes burn with tears. He would never come back. Not even if she went onto the book. Not even if she died and lived and died again for thousands of years like he had to see her again as Taka. He was dead. It wasn't even a seishi's death, and without the Nyan-Nyans around she couldn't even say goodbye one last time. She laughed at herself. How pathetic was this? Crying again. She always was one to take things harshly. This was like when Nuriko died, and Chiriko, except that they both died in battle. To save her. Had Taka died to save her? Not really. Tamahome had, but Taka didn't. If it was any consolation, he had waited until she was safely inside the store to light the lighter. She hadn't died, but she would have the scars on her body for the rest of her life. They were faint, and mostly just on the left side of her face, chest and shoulders. Not even visible from far away. Keisuke and Tetsuya had ensured her that it didn't mar her beauty, and made her look tough. They were from the fire, the explosion. Mostly if she wore makeup, she didn't even remember they were there. Fine lines, like wrinkles. They had been horrible right after the accident, but creams and medicines did wonders for the skin. Miaka ran her hand over her face, wiping away her tears. The wound in her heart would never heal though, no matter what happened. She buried her face in her hands and broke into a new bout of sobs. She stopped suddenly; feeling her body go warm, then saw a red light. Miaka sighed contentedly. 'My friends' she thought, fading into another world. The tears dried up in the warmth, and a slight smile replaced them. When she reappeared she was where she belonged.
"Oof!" Miaka landed roughly on top of a very disgruntled man. When she looked up, she realized that it was none other than the bandit leader Tasuki. She quickly got off of him and backed away. It looked like she was at the palace. "M-Miaka?" Tasuki asked. He studied the girl- no the woman before him. It looked like Miaka, but she was older, about twenty. Her auburn hair was done messily in two buns, and she was wearing a pretty light blue dress. "Tasuki." Miaka smiled at her old friend, and rushed forward to embrace him. He let her, remembering how good she felt in his arms. "Miaka" he said, hugging her back. She took a deep breath and pulled away. "Oh Tasuki." "Ahem." Said a voice from behind them. Miaka turned to see who it was. "Hotohori!" Miaka flung herself at the figure, but it wasn't really Hotohori. The person was tiny! He was actually Boshin, the son of the former emperor, but he looked like his father. The eight year old struggled under the strange lady for a moment before shoving her off of him. "I am Boshin, the emperor of this country, who are you!?" Miaka sat back and blinked. "Oh, who me? I'm Miaka Suriname, The former priestess of Suzaku." She puzzled for a minute, before regaining her normal height and hugging Tasuki again. "Oh, Tasuki things are so horrible, take me away please." The bandit blinked at her sudden change. "Miaka? What's wrong?" The woman found herself in tears again. Tasuki ushered her over to a bench, motioning for Boshin to leave. The emperor, indignant that his mentor would leave him for a strange lady who appeared out of nowhere in the middle of their lesson, planted his feet in the ground. "Everything is wrong. I can't go on Tasuki." Miaka said. He pulled her close. "Boshin, go get Chichiri. Now." Boshin pouted, measuring his options. It was either obey Tasuki or get an ass whipping. He went to find the monk. "Is Chichiri here?" she asked softly. Tasuki nodded. "What's the matter? Y'know I hate t' see ya cry," Tasuki tried to calm her, but it didn't work. "Miaka no da? Is that really you?" Chichiri stood a little ways away with Boshin, watching Miaka and Tasuki. When Boshin had coming running to him saying that a strange lady had appeared and was seducing Tasuki, he feared the worst. But this chi was so familiar it could only be her. "Chichiri?" she asked. Tasuki let her go to the monk. "Oh Chichiri!" She hugged him ferociously, causing the monk to turn blue in the face. Finally she let him go, and he stared at her, catching his breath. Miaka was very pretty, not having changed too much. She was taller, and bustier. Chichiri grinned. "You look busty no da." Miaka blushed, wiping away her tears. "Thank you Chichiri. Taka used to say-" "Wait a second- what's this 'used to say' crap? If he dumped ya' I'm gonna beat the shit outta him!" Tasuki glared, but the fangs caused his grim look to be almost comical. Miaka sighed, pulling Chichiri to the ground. She rested her cheek on the monk's chest and let him comfort her. "Taka.No, he didn't dump me, although I wish it were so. Much rather than what really happened." Tasuki knelt down beside them, peering into Miaka's face sadly. "What happened?" Miaka avoided both of their gazes. "Taka.is dead. He died in.a freak gasoline fight accident." Tasuki and Chichiri gasped simultaneously. "Wouldn't that be expensive no da?" Chichiri knew it wasn't like Taka to waste money. Miaka almost laughed. "It would have been.but.the computers went down in the explosion and they couldn't get an accurate measurement.plus the owner died. No one wanted to charge the poor widow for such a catastrophe. Ironic, isn't it."
Flashback:
It started out innocently enough. Taka was filling up the gas tank when Miaka splashed him with some water from her water bottle. Taka took his turn, and soon they were fighting to the tune of a sappy love song. Miaka was giggling hysterically. "Oh, Taka you're just spraying me cause I'm wearing a white shirt aren't you!" Taka didn't answer, but continued to spray her, laughing. "Eek! It's cold!" Miaka giggled and picked up another nozzle. "Take that Taka!" she yelled, spraying him mercilessly. After they tired of that, Miaka went in to get a candy bar, and refill her water bottle. Left alone outside, Taka pulled something out of his pocket. Unfortunately, he didn't remember that gasoline was very flammable. 'I always carry this lighter to remind me of my dear friend Tasuki.' Miaka was just about to leave the store, and was shoving the candy bar in her mouth when she saw what he was holding. "NOOOOOO! Taka! Don't light that!" WHOOOOOOOM!!!! Miaka dove behind a shelf just as the owner was coming from the back to fill up the slurpee machine. He looked out the window as Miaka dove down, and saw a huge onrush of flames.
End flashback
By the end of the story, Miaka was sobbing into Chichiri's shoulder, holding him tightly. Both the monk and Tasuki were speechless. 'It was my fault!' Tasuki thought. 'He lit that lighter thinking of me! I have to make it right.' Tasuki took Miaka from Chichiri's arms and held her close. It was the least he could do. Later, he would make things better. Now he could only comfort her.
A/N: my brother asked how I would kill off Taka if I had to and so I had to retaliate. The freak gasoline fight accident was truly just a joke.that turned into a fic. Think Zoolander. Lots of spoilers, happens after the OAV. Oh, and if you think I'm making fun of something, I probably am. Just don't take it personally.
Part one: Freak Gasoline fight accident Disclaimer: I own neither Zoolander nor Fushigi Yugi, although it would be fun I if I did! ^_^
Miaka hung up the phone for the last time. Keisuke was on his way over to her apartment to comfort her, along with Yui and Tetsuya. She buried her head in her hands. She'd need a new apartment.unless she wanted to stay with Keisuke. Maybe she would for a while anyway. This was just too traumatic. Everywhere she looked she thought of him. The bookcase he had made in his high school wood works shop class. The glass tea set he bought her for her birthday. The wallpaper they argued about for ages, before finally letting Yui pick it out for them. Miaka felt her eyes burn with tears. He would never come back. Not even if she went onto the book. Not even if she died and lived and died again for thousands of years like he had to see her again as Taka. He was dead. It wasn't even a seishi's death, and without the Nyan-Nyans around she couldn't even say goodbye one last time. She laughed at herself. How pathetic was this? Crying again. She always was one to take things harshly. This was like when Nuriko died, and Chiriko, except that they both died in battle. To save her. Had Taka died to save her? Not really. Tamahome had, but Taka didn't. If it was any consolation, he had waited until she was safely inside the store to light the lighter. She hadn't died, but she would have the scars on her body for the rest of her life. They were faint, and mostly just on the left side of her face, chest and shoulders. Not even visible from far away. Keisuke and Tetsuya had ensured her that it didn't mar her beauty, and made her look tough. They were from the fire, the explosion. Mostly if she wore makeup, she didn't even remember they were there. Fine lines, like wrinkles. They had been horrible right after the accident, but creams and medicines did wonders for the skin. Miaka ran her hand over her face, wiping away her tears. The wound in her heart would never heal though, no matter what happened. She buried her face in her hands and broke into a new bout of sobs. She stopped suddenly; feeling her body go warm, then saw a red light. Miaka sighed contentedly. 'My friends' she thought, fading into another world. The tears dried up in the warmth, and a slight smile replaced them. When she reappeared she was where she belonged.
"Oof!" Miaka landed roughly on top of a very disgruntled man. When she looked up, she realized that it was none other than the bandit leader Tasuki. She quickly got off of him and backed away. It looked like she was at the palace. "M-Miaka?" Tasuki asked. He studied the girl- no the woman before him. It looked like Miaka, but she was older, about twenty. Her auburn hair was done messily in two buns, and she was wearing a pretty light blue dress. "Tasuki." Miaka smiled at her old friend, and rushed forward to embrace him. He let her, remembering how good she felt in his arms. "Miaka" he said, hugging her back. She took a deep breath and pulled away. "Oh Tasuki." "Ahem." Said a voice from behind them. Miaka turned to see who it was. "Hotohori!" Miaka flung herself at the figure, but it wasn't really Hotohori. The person was tiny! He was actually Boshin, the son of the former emperor, but he looked like his father. The eight year old struggled under the strange lady for a moment before shoving her off of him. "I am Boshin, the emperor of this country, who are you!?" Miaka sat back and blinked. "Oh, who me? I'm Miaka Suriname, The former priestess of Suzaku." She puzzled for a minute, before regaining her normal height and hugging Tasuki again. "Oh, Tasuki things are so horrible, take me away please." The bandit blinked at her sudden change. "Miaka? What's wrong?" The woman found herself in tears again. Tasuki ushered her over to a bench, motioning for Boshin to leave. The emperor, indignant that his mentor would leave him for a strange lady who appeared out of nowhere in the middle of their lesson, planted his feet in the ground. "Everything is wrong. I can't go on Tasuki." Miaka said. He pulled her close. "Boshin, go get Chichiri. Now." Boshin pouted, measuring his options. It was either obey Tasuki or get an ass whipping. He went to find the monk. "Is Chichiri here?" she asked softly. Tasuki nodded. "What's the matter? Y'know I hate t' see ya cry," Tasuki tried to calm her, but it didn't work. "Miaka no da? Is that really you?" Chichiri stood a little ways away with Boshin, watching Miaka and Tasuki. When Boshin had coming running to him saying that a strange lady had appeared and was seducing Tasuki, he feared the worst. But this chi was so familiar it could only be her. "Chichiri?" she asked. Tasuki let her go to the monk. "Oh Chichiri!" She hugged him ferociously, causing the monk to turn blue in the face. Finally she let him go, and he stared at her, catching his breath. Miaka was very pretty, not having changed too much. She was taller, and bustier. Chichiri grinned. "You look busty no da." Miaka blushed, wiping away her tears. "Thank you Chichiri. Taka used to say-" "Wait a second- what's this 'used to say' crap? If he dumped ya' I'm gonna beat the shit outta him!" Tasuki glared, but the fangs caused his grim look to be almost comical. Miaka sighed, pulling Chichiri to the ground. She rested her cheek on the monk's chest and let him comfort her. "Taka.No, he didn't dump me, although I wish it were so. Much rather than what really happened." Tasuki knelt down beside them, peering into Miaka's face sadly. "What happened?" Miaka avoided both of their gazes. "Taka.is dead. He died in.a freak gasoline fight accident." Tasuki and Chichiri gasped simultaneously. "Wouldn't that be expensive no da?" Chichiri knew it wasn't like Taka to waste money. Miaka almost laughed. "It would have been.but.the computers went down in the explosion and they couldn't get an accurate measurement.plus the owner died. No one wanted to charge the poor widow for such a catastrophe. Ironic, isn't it."
Flashback:
It started out innocently enough. Taka was filling up the gas tank when Miaka splashed him with some water from her water bottle. Taka took his turn, and soon they were fighting to the tune of a sappy love song. Miaka was giggling hysterically. "Oh, Taka you're just spraying me cause I'm wearing a white shirt aren't you!" Taka didn't answer, but continued to spray her, laughing. "Eek! It's cold!" Miaka giggled and picked up another nozzle. "Take that Taka!" she yelled, spraying him mercilessly. After they tired of that, Miaka went in to get a candy bar, and refill her water bottle. Left alone outside, Taka pulled something out of his pocket. Unfortunately, he didn't remember that gasoline was very flammable. 'I always carry this lighter to remind me of my dear friend Tasuki.' Miaka was just about to leave the store, and was shoving the candy bar in her mouth when she saw what he was holding. "NOOOOOO! Taka! Don't light that!" WHOOOOOOOM!!!! Miaka dove behind a shelf just as the owner was coming from the back to fill up the slurpee machine. He looked out the window as Miaka dove down, and saw a huge onrush of flames.
End flashback
By the end of the story, Miaka was sobbing into Chichiri's shoulder, holding him tightly. Both the monk and Tasuki were speechless. 'It was my fault!' Tasuki thought. 'He lit that lighter thinking of me! I have to make it right.' Tasuki took Miaka from Chichiri's arms and held her close. It was the least he could do. Later, he would make things better. Now he could only comfort her.