Miaka: A Lost Soul
Chapter 2: Can't Remember
All characters, unless specified, are copywrite Watase Yuu.
Tamahome stared wide-eyed at the girl who fell into his arms, the girl he just saved. He blinked
a few times, hardly able to believe his eyes. Though her hair was messy, and her dirty face had
been streaked with tears, there was no doubt that this was his love... his Miaka.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "How did you get here? What happened to you?"
he asked aloud. Tamahome knew she couldn't answer him. Not only was she unconscious, she
was very thin. Her pale skin was visible under the grime caking her face.
Without thinking, he bent down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Oh! how he had missed
kissing her. It had been a lifetime since he had seen her and was able to hold her in his arms.
The girl's eyes slowly opened. As they focused, she realized she was being held by someone.
It was a man... with... with blue hair. Blue hair? Where had she seen him before? 'That's right,'
she remembered. 'He saved me from those men. Did he just kiss me? Why would he do that?
Does he only want the same from me as those hideous men did?!'
Noticing the panic in her eyes, he spoke softly to her. "Miaka, are you all right? How did you
get here? Where did-"
He was stopped in the middle of his sentence, as the girl freed herself from his embrace. She
leapt to her feet. Thoughts and questions spun inside her head like a tornado.
"Do you know me?" she dared to ask.
"Of course I do... why wouldn't I? Miaka, what's wrong?!"
"Why are you calling me Miaka? Is that my name? How do you know me?" Tears began to
well up inside her eyes. Then a thought came to her: 'Could he be lieing to me to trick me
into doing what he wants?' She took a shaky step back.
Tamahome, not knowing how to react to her, took her by the shoulders and looked right
into her deep-brown eyes. "What ARE you talking about?! You're my Miaka, the woman I
love! You are the reason I am alive! PLEASE tell me you know me!" He shook her back and
forth slightly.
Miaka saw the pain in his eyes. 'He can't be lieing to me. There's so much love and worry
in his eyes. His face looks like one I've seen before,' she thought to herself.
She slumped to her knees. "I don't even know who I am," she said sullenly. "I wish I did know
who you are, but I don't. I have nothing; no family, no memories of my past, nothing! And
I've been walking for days, trying to find someone. Then those awful men tried to attack
me, and you saved me."
Miaka flung herself into his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. She felt a sense of deja-vu, as
if she had been in his arms before. 'Yes, he must be telling me the truth. I feel as if we were
together like this before, maybe in another time and place. I will trust this man who has
such love in his eyes every time he looks at me.'
The words she had spoken aloud pierced his heart like a sword. His dear, sweet Miaka had
come back to him, but she had no clue who he was or what he was supposed to mean to
her. 'How is this possible? I was reborn here after I was killed in her world. Then I was raised
to and have become a member of the Suzaku Seven once again. In her world, she would
be in her 20's by now, attending what she calls college, and trying to accept my death.
Wait... could my death have caused her return to me? Did she... no, she wouldn't do some-
thing like that. Not with her family and Yui still with her. There must be a logical explanation,
but first she must regain her memories. Questions can be asked later. She must be starved."
Tamahome held up her chin. "Are you hungry? When was the last time you ate something?"
he asked.
"Oh, Heavens yes! I haven't eaten since yesterday. And the apple I had wasn't very filling. I
could eat a whole cow by myself!"
Tamahome chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" Miaka asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No reason, except your just like you always were: hungry and willing to eat just about any-
thing." His eyes swept across her body. Though she was a bit on the slim side at the moment,
she was more beautiful than ever. This Miaka was a little different than the 17-year old she
had been when he last saw her. She was a woman, and it showed in every way.
Miaka noticed the attention his eyes gave her every curve, as they swept over her. She
blushed nervously, and a red hue covered her face.
Tamahome noticed how her face had changed to a crimson color, and he quickly looked
away. "Ahem... uh... I... we'll go to the palace and get you something to eat, and then you
can see some of your old friends."
"Palace? Why there? What friends?" In the middle of her questions her stomach growled,
and a large sweat-drop appeared on the side of Tamahome's face.
"You'll have answers to all of your questions soon enough."
Miaka nodded, and they made their way to the palace.
I hope you enjoyed reading the second part of this fan fic. For future reference, words
with 'these things surrounding them' are thoughts, and of course words with "these thing
surrounding them" are dialogue. Please tell me what you think about my fic. You can
review here or email me at ninixwhite@yahoo.com.
Chapter 2: Can't Remember
All characters, unless specified, are copywrite Watase Yuu.
Tamahome stared wide-eyed at the girl who fell into his arms, the girl he just saved. He blinked
a few times, hardly able to believe his eyes. Though her hair was messy, and her dirty face had
been streaked with tears, there was no doubt that this was his love... his Miaka.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "How did you get here? What happened to you?"
he asked aloud. Tamahome knew she couldn't answer him. Not only was she unconscious, she
was very thin. Her pale skin was visible under the grime caking her face.
Without thinking, he bent down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Oh! how he had missed
kissing her. It had been a lifetime since he had seen her and was able to hold her in his arms.
The girl's eyes slowly opened. As they focused, she realized she was being held by someone.
It was a man... with... with blue hair. Blue hair? Where had she seen him before? 'That's right,'
she remembered. 'He saved me from those men. Did he just kiss me? Why would he do that?
Does he only want the same from me as those hideous men did?!'
Noticing the panic in her eyes, he spoke softly to her. "Miaka, are you all right? How did you
get here? Where did-"
He was stopped in the middle of his sentence, as the girl freed herself from his embrace. She
leapt to her feet. Thoughts and questions spun inside her head like a tornado.
"Do you know me?" she dared to ask.
"Of course I do... why wouldn't I? Miaka, what's wrong?!"
"Why are you calling me Miaka? Is that my name? How do you know me?" Tears began to
well up inside her eyes. Then a thought came to her: 'Could he be lieing to me to trick me
into doing what he wants?' She took a shaky step back.
Tamahome, not knowing how to react to her, took her by the shoulders and looked right
into her deep-brown eyes. "What ARE you talking about?! You're my Miaka, the woman I
love! You are the reason I am alive! PLEASE tell me you know me!" He shook her back and
forth slightly.
Miaka saw the pain in his eyes. 'He can't be lieing to me. There's so much love and worry
in his eyes. His face looks like one I've seen before,' she thought to herself.
She slumped to her knees. "I don't even know who I am," she said sullenly. "I wish I did know
who you are, but I don't. I have nothing; no family, no memories of my past, nothing! And
I've been walking for days, trying to find someone. Then those awful men tried to attack
me, and you saved me."
Miaka flung herself into his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. She felt a sense of deja-vu, as
if she had been in his arms before. 'Yes, he must be telling me the truth. I feel as if we were
together like this before, maybe in another time and place. I will trust this man who has
such love in his eyes every time he looks at me.'
The words she had spoken aloud pierced his heart like a sword. His dear, sweet Miaka had
come back to him, but she had no clue who he was or what he was supposed to mean to
her. 'How is this possible? I was reborn here after I was killed in her world. Then I was raised
to and have become a member of the Suzaku Seven once again. In her world, she would
be in her 20's by now, attending what she calls college, and trying to accept my death.
Wait... could my death have caused her return to me? Did she... no, she wouldn't do some-
thing like that. Not with her family and Yui still with her. There must be a logical explanation,
but first she must regain her memories. Questions can be asked later. She must be starved."
Tamahome held up her chin. "Are you hungry? When was the last time you ate something?"
he asked.
"Oh, Heavens yes! I haven't eaten since yesterday. And the apple I had wasn't very filling. I
could eat a whole cow by myself!"
Tamahome chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" Miaka asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No reason, except your just like you always were: hungry and willing to eat just about any-
thing." His eyes swept across her body. Though she was a bit on the slim side at the moment,
she was more beautiful than ever. This Miaka was a little different than the 17-year old she
had been when he last saw her. She was a woman, and it showed in every way.
Miaka noticed the attention his eyes gave her every curve, as they swept over her. She
blushed nervously, and a red hue covered her face.
Tamahome noticed how her face had changed to a crimson color, and he quickly looked
away. "Ahem... uh... I... we'll go to the palace and get you something to eat, and then you
can see some of your old friends."
"Palace? Why there? What friends?" In the middle of her questions her stomach growled,
and a large sweat-drop appeared on the side of Tamahome's face.
"You'll have answers to all of your questions soon enough."
Miaka nodded, and they made their way to the palace.
I hope you enjoyed reading the second part of this fan fic. For future reference, words
with 'these things surrounding them' are thoughts, and of course words with "these thing
surrounding them" are dialogue. Please tell me what you think about my fic. You can
review here or email me at ninixwhite@yahoo.com.