Notes: This story happens before Eikoden, and it may or may not ever happen. Taka and Miaka are havening some problems with their relationship; does Miaka feel she wants to live the rest of her life with Taka? Find out by reading this juicy fanfic. The Characters in this story do not belong to me, but this is what would happen they did.

Lately Taka and Miaka's relationship has been a little rocky. Arguments have been happening more and more lately, as the Seishi come closer to summoning the beast god. Miaka is beginning to have second thoughts about trying to bring Taka to live with her in the real world, and beginning to desire the love of another Seishi.
Miaka walked down the halls of Hotohori's palace, tears streaming down her soft cheeks. She and Taka had just got into a big fight, and to get away from the situation, Miaka ran away in tears. Taka was too stubborn to chase after her, so Hotohori went instead.
Miaka could hear footsteps chasing after her. She picked up the pace and ran swiftly down the narrow corridor. Hotohori turned the corner to face the hall Miaka had just been on. She was no where in sight.
"Miaka!" Hotohori shouted after her. He ran down each hall calling her name, she didn't respond. He passed a window and saw a figure heading towards the woods. He ignored what he saw and continued to look for her.
Hotohori went down the hall where Miaka's room was and ran into Chichiri. Chichiri was standing quietly with a worried look on his face.
"Did you find Miaka yet?" Chichiri questioned.
Hotohori came to a halt and looked to the ground in shame.
"No, not yet. I'm not giving up yet, though. And when I find her, I'm gonna give that bastard, Taka, a piece of my mind!" Hotohori announced.
Chichiri nodded, but the look still rested upon his face.

Miaka pushed her way past the crowd as she ran away through the street. Faces turned and watched her but she ignored them and kept running. She wanted to be away from the world more than anything.

Suzaku looked down on Konan. He saw the usual, people in the streets, Sheishi fighting, and Miaka crying.
'Miaka's crying?!' Suzaku thought to himself. 'It must be Taka again. I knew those two weren't meant for each other, I just knew it.'
Suzaku watched Miaka run through the streets, face stained with tears. He felt heartbroken and guilty that he had let Taka upset her again. Suzaku loved Miaka with all of his heart and would do anything to make her happy. If only, he had been the one she would have fallen in love with, if only.

Hotohori kept searching the palace, to find nothing. He ran out into the city, searching more, franticly. He didn't even bother to put on a disguise. It didn't matter, the only thing that did was Miaka's safety.

Suzaku thought deeply. What could he do to comfort Miaka? Then it dawned on him. He could form a being that is exactly like him, and send him to Miaka...

Miaka wandered. She was lost and afraid. Her stomach began to grumble and moan for food. Miaka wished she was back at the palace, sitting beside the fireplace with Taka. She kept walking anyway. She wanted to prove a point that she didn't need Taka, not him, not anyone. For the first time in her life, she wanted to prove she could depend on herself, for anything.
She walked sleepily into the Midnight Bar. There was nothing but drunks and strippers at this time at night. Miaka sat herself down at the far end of the bar table. She wanted to avoid any guy who would try and hit on her.
She had finally stopped crying, and rested her forehead on the edge of the bar. She pushed her hair behind her ears and began to think things over again, and then she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Excuse me miss, but, I noticed you were crying earlier. Is there anything you want to talk about?" Said a kind voice behind her.
Miaka lifted her head and turned around to see one of the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
"No, I'm ok. I just was upset about this fight my boyfriend and I got into."
The man sat himself down beside her on the bar. Miaka got a better look at the man, to notice he was quite handsome.
He had bright red hair that looked like flames, and long sideburns on either side of his face. He was wearing a red robe, pants, and slipper shoes.
"You're dressed comfortable!" Miaka hinted. She looked him up and down once more. She noticed something very familiar in the guy, something very familiar.