Miaka got a strange feeling in her heart. She knew this guy,
something about him, she sensed it.
The boy smiled at her. He could tell what she was thinking.
Hotohori searched in the darkness. He ran in and out of buildings and knocked on every door. The only thing that was on his mind was to find her and make sure she was safe.
It finally narrowed down to two places he could look for her that she would be. Back at the palace or in the bar. Since the bar was closer he went in there to look.
Miaka sighed. She really wanted to discover who this mystery man was and why he seemed so familiar.
"Don't mind me asking do you?" She said shyly.
"Oh, no not at all."
"Well, you see..You're a lot like someone I know in my heart ...And you seem to know me very well too."
"Ah.Yes. You see, I was sent to you by Suzaku. In fact, I'm him."
Miaka took a deep breath. Was this another one of Tomo's mirages? He couldn't possibly be the god Suzaku, could he?
Tasuki waited for Hotohori to return with Miaka safely, but three hours had passed, it was getting dark, and they still weren't back.
Tasuki paced back and forth in front of Chiri's door. Chiri could hear the footsteps walking back and forth continuously, and it was driving him crazy.
Chiri swung the door open with great force. He didn't have his mask on and it made him look very intimidating.
"What..Do..You think you're doing?!" Chiri yelled, losing all self control.
Tasuki ignored the angry Sheishi and continued to pace back and forth. He banged his fan in his palm with every step.
"Do you really think that's necessary?" Chiri said, sounding calmer.
Tasuki stopped pacing and placed his fan in his back pocket. He rested his back against the wall and slid down slowly till he was sitting. He sighed.
"Chiri, ya gotta help me, ya hear?"
"What is it this time? And why were you pacing?"
"I'm worried about Miaka. Hotohori said he was going to go after her, but it's been 3 hrs. And they still haven't returned. I'm bound to go after them myself but, by the time I get there, they'll probably have made it back."
"OK! That's all you needed to say. You know, you interrupted my meditating with all that pacing. All you needed to do was ask me if you could borrow my hat!" Chiri shouted.
Chiri walked back in his room, and returned in the hallway with his hat. Tasuki stood up and took the hat.
He slowly slid it over his head and over his body. And then he was gone. Chiri walked back in his room, satisfied to get rid of the distraction.
"I don't believe you. And if you expect me to, I need proof." Miaka said.
The man walked over to the other side of the room and made sure no one was watching but Miaka.
Miaka wanted to believe and trust that he was her god, Suzaku. She couldn't handle being fooled again by the Seiryu Sheishi. But she focused her eyes on the man, watching him carefully.
The man unbuttoned his robe, releasing his thin, masculine body to her. He stretched his arms out to his sides, lifting them up, then swooping them back down, several times.
The fourth time he did so, his arms turned into beautiful red wings and his whole body transformed before her.
At the same time, Hotohori ran in to see the beast god on one side of the room, and Miaka standing beside him. Hotohori watched from afar, trying not to disturb the two.
Miaka was now standing beside the god. She stroked his chest and his wings. Suzaku felt pleasure build up inside of him.
"Come closer to me Miaka" Suzaku said to her, in her head, so no one else could hear.
Miaka stepped in front of the bird, so they were face to face. She could see every detail of the god's body.
Suzaku wrapped his smooth wings around the Miaka's warm body. He embraced her, and then turned back into his human form.
Hotohori had seen enough and decided to walk over to the two, since one was his priestess and the other his god.
The two were startled when he approached. A smile appeared on Suzaku's face, welcoming the Sheishi.
"You have come for Miaka, I see." Suzaku smirked.
"Yes. Now, can I please have her? I know you are our god, but Miaka needs me right now, and I'm sure you do not know how she feels. How could you? You're a god, you can't have human feelings." Hotohori said boldly.
Miaka held herself close to Suzaku. Right now she didn't want to be with anyone, except the god.
"How dare you speak to me in that tone? Have you forgotten? I am your god! Miaka belongs to me; therefore she shall come with me. If anyone can protect her, it shall be me!" Said the god, with anger in his voice.
At that time, Tasuki appeared, beside Hotohori. He tossed the hat across the room and stepped close to the god, he reached out to grab Miaka's arm. Instead, he got a jolt of fire pass through him.
Suzaku wrapped his arms around the now, sobbing Miaka. He made a force field of flames surround him and his priestess.
"What the hell?!" Tasuki yelled. "What er' ya doing with my Miaka?!"
"What makes you think she is yours? Without me you would not know her existence, baka." Suzaku said, with a little laugh in his voice.
Hotohori had had enough. He wasn't going to stand by and watch a bird take his Miaka. He withdrew his sword and pointed it in Suzaku's direction.
Suzaku chuckled. He was not scared by Hotohori's boldness and attempt to get Miaka from him. He actually thought it was amusing to watch the hopeless two.
But Suzaku was bored and decided to finish what was started. He transported the two to the palace and put them in an instant sleep. When they would awake, they would have no memory of what happened.
As for Miaka, she was still holding on to him, her face buried in his chest. She moistened his skin with her tears, which seemed to be a river.
He stroked her head. She wrapped her arms tighter around the god. It felt so good to her to be this close to him.
"I can stay in this form, if you like?" Said Suzaku.
"Yes, please. Please..don't leave me. Take me with you, I need you now."
"Always." Suzaku whispered.
The boy smiled at her. He could tell what she was thinking.
Hotohori searched in the darkness. He ran in and out of buildings and knocked on every door. The only thing that was on his mind was to find her and make sure she was safe.
It finally narrowed down to two places he could look for her that she would be. Back at the palace or in the bar. Since the bar was closer he went in there to look.
Miaka sighed. She really wanted to discover who this mystery man was and why he seemed so familiar.
"Don't mind me asking do you?" She said shyly.
"Oh, no not at all."
"Well, you see..You're a lot like someone I know in my heart ...And you seem to know me very well too."
"Ah.Yes. You see, I was sent to you by Suzaku. In fact, I'm him."
Miaka took a deep breath. Was this another one of Tomo's mirages? He couldn't possibly be the god Suzaku, could he?
Tasuki waited for Hotohori to return with Miaka safely, but three hours had passed, it was getting dark, and they still weren't back.
Tasuki paced back and forth in front of Chiri's door. Chiri could hear the footsteps walking back and forth continuously, and it was driving him crazy.
Chiri swung the door open with great force. He didn't have his mask on and it made him look very intimidating.
"What..Do..You think you're doing?!" Chiri yelled, losing all self control.
Tasuki ignored the angry Sheishi and continued to pace back and forth. He banged his fan in his palm with every step.
"Do you really think that's necessary?" Chiri said, sounding calmer.
Tasuki stopped pacing and placed his fan in his back pocket. He rested his back against the wall and slid down slowly till he was sitting. He sighed.
"Chiri, ya gotta help me, ya hear?"
"What is it this time? And why were you pacing?"
"I'm worried about Miaka. Hotohori said he was going to go after her, but it's been 3 hrs. And they still haven't returned. I'm bound to go after them myself but, by the time I get there, they'll probably have made it back."
"OK! That's all you needed to say. You know, you interrupted my meditating with all that pacing. All you needed to do was ask me if you could borrow my hat!" Chiri shouted.
Chiri walked back in his room, and returned in the hallway with his hat. Tasuki stood up and took the hat.
He slowly slid it over his head and over his body. And then he was gone. Chiri walked back in his room, satisfied to get rid of the distraction.
"I don't believe you. And if you expect me to, I need proof." Miaka said.
The man walked over to the other side of the room and made sure no one was watching but Miaka.
Miaka wanted to believe and trust that he was her god, Suzaku. She couldn't handle being fooled again by the Seiryu Sheishi. But she focused her eyes on the man, watching him carefully.
The man unbuttoned his robe, releasing his thin, masculine body to her. He stretched his arms out to his sides, lifting them up, then swooping them back down, several times.
The fourth time he did so, his arms turned into beautiful red wings and his whole body transformed before her.
At the same time, Hotohori ran in to see the beast god on one side of the room, and Miaka standing beside him. Hotohori watched from afar, trying not to disturb the two.
Miaka was now standing beside the god. She stroked his chest and his wings. Suzaku felt pleasure build up inside of him.
"Come closer to me Miaka" Suzaku said to her, in her head, so no one else could hear.
Miaka stepped in front of the bird, so they were face to face. She could see every detail of the god's body.
Suzaku wrapped his smooth wings around the Miaka's warm body. He embraced her, and then turned back into his human form.
Hotohori had seen enough and decided to walk over to the two, since one was his priestess and the other his god.
The two were startled when he approached. A smile appeared on Suzaku's face, welcoming the Sheishi.
"You have come for Miaka, I see." Suzaku smirked.
"Yes. Now, can I please have her? I know you are our god, but Miaka needs me right now, and I'm sure you do not know how she feels. How could you? You're a god, you can't have human feelings." Hotohori said boldly.
Miaka held herself close to Suzaku. Right now she didn't want to be with anyone, except the god.
"How dare you speak to me in that tone? Have you forgotten? I am your god! Miaka belongs to me; therefore she shall come with me. If anyone can protect her, it shall be me!" Said the god, with anger in his voice.
At that time, Tasuki appeared, beside Hotohori. He tossed the hat across the room and stepped close to the god, he reached out to grab Miaka's arm. Instead, he got a jolt of fire pass through him.
Suzaku wrapped his arms around the now, sobbing Miaka. He made a force field of flames surround him and his priestess.
"What the hell?!" Tasuki yelled. "What er' ya doing with my Miaka?!"
"What makes you think she is yours? Without me you would not know her existence, baka." Suzaku said, with a little laugh in his voice.
Hotohori had had enough. He wasn't going to stand by and watch a bird take his Miaka. He withdrew his sword and pointed it in Suzaku's direction.
Suzaku chuckled. He was not scared by Hotohori's boldness and attempt to get Miaka from him. He actually thought it was amusing to watch the hopeless two.
But Suzaku was bored and decided to finish what was started. He transported the two to the palace and put them in an instant sleep. When they would awake, they would have no memory of what happened.
As for Miaka, she was still holding on to him, her face buried in his chest. She moistened his skin with her tears, which seemed to be a river.
He stroked her head. She wrapped her arms tighter around the god. It felt so good to her to be this close to him.
"I can stay in this form, if you like?" Said Suzaku.
"Yes, please. Please..don't leave me. Take me with you, I need you now."
"Always." Suzaku whispered.
