Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, as it belongs to Yu Watase. K?

Notes: Ok, this is a fan fic that I hope no one came up with. I thought this up in math class, waiting for that bell to ring, and I've been thinking about it all day. I don't want to summarize it, but it's partially AU, it's a reincarnation story, it will end with an alternate pairing, and Taka, AKA Tamahome will die. I'm sorry for killing him, Tama fans, but I've been trying to do an alternate pairing fic for a while. And I don't have the heart to make Taka mean to Miaka, or have him cheat or so forth. They love each other too much to do that, and I couldn't possibly break them up while one of them is still alive. I think that they couldn't break up while the other is still alive, so killing him off is the only way in my mind.

Oh!!!!!! Miaka's about... let's see... 23, and Taka's... 26. The third OVA never happened, but Mayo's in it for some reason which I have yet to think up, Miaka and Taka have no kids, this is always be in Miaka's POV, and... umm... I'll start now...

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Miaka's POV
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"Oh Taka! Everything's so gorgeous!!!!!!" I cried out, looking around what would be our new home. The small apartment was perfect for the two of us, as we had no had any children... yet. I glanced around, looking at every corner, trying to imagine where I could put everything after unpacking, when Taka put his arms around me, gently kissing my neck. I smiled and put my small arms around his muscular arms, leaning into him. I could feel his smile upon my neck, and smiled as well. Despite being thousands of miles from family, friends, and everything I've ever know, I felt happy, knowing that whatever happened would be because of me and Taka. No one else was here to help us; it was only us, not someone else's labor.

"Miaka, you're excited already, and you haven't even gone out!" Taka said, his voice muffled from, due to the fact that his mouth was preoccupied by reining kissed upon my neck, each word coming out before a kiss. I smiled, and remembered all the troubles we went through to get here, and all the promises I made to Yui-chan about being sure to get a picture of everything. How I wish she was here. But, she can't be, by doctor's orders. How bad must it be to be pregnant with twins and not being able to fly out with a life long friend and help her move into her home in a new and strange country? I felt so sorry for Tetsuya, him being the only one who could silence her cries when we parted at the airport. Well, no matter. Yui-chan's about, what, four or five months pregnant. I'll see her once the twins are born. I wonder what she'll name them. I remember asking that if they're boys, if she'll name them after Amiboshi and Suboshi, but...

"Miaka! Are you in there somewhere?" I hear Taka asking me. I turned swiftly and smiled at him, his eyes dancing with amusement while his mouth formed a straight line. As hard as he tried to be stern with me, he never could, even after all these years.

"Yeah, Taka, I'm here," I said, my voice trying to not laugh at how familiar the question Taka had just asked was. I walked forwards, towards our small kitchen, not noticing the huge box in front of me. I tripped over it, but just as quickly grabbed the countertop to avoid my fall. All those years of klutz-ness and falling had come in handy when preventing falling to the ground after tripping now. I was about to kick the box in small rage, when I noticed Taka's neat handwriting, the kanji revealing the box to hold our most precious possessions. I lowered my foot down to the ground, and dropped to my knees, opening it. Taka came beside me, and opened it for me, pulling out a ton of Styrofoam peanuts that covered our things. As the floor slowly filled with the color of white, thanks to the peanuts, our possessions slowly came into view. We pulled each out gently out, cherishing each object.

First was the photo from our wedding. That came as a first anniversary present from Onii-chan and his girlfriend of what, five years?, Mayo Sakai. Mayo was two years younger than me, and had somehow found out about the Shi Jin Ten Chi Sho. Thankfully, nothing happened with her and the book, but she was admitted into our 'secret', if you would call it that. We all love Mayo to death, especially Onii-chan. He was the one who convinced us to not tell her to forget about everything. Looking at the picture not only reminded me of all the happiness of mine and Taka's wedding day, but, somehow, of a small reminder of a future visit back home, but not to visit Yui-chan and her babies when she gives birth, but to finally see my Onii-chan get married. I actually think he's happier than he shows.

Next was a picture from Yui-chan and Tetsuya's wedding three years ago. It was me, Yui-chan, Mayo-chan, Fue, and Morin. While Yui-chan was wearing her wedding dress, the rest of us were in our bridesmaid gowns. Our faces were flushed from all the dancing we did earlier (maybe ten minutes ago!), but our faces also shown certain happiness I couldn't describe, especially in our eyes. It was our favorite picture of us, and each one of us had a copy in our homes.

The last picture I pulled out was the one of my seishi, and me when Taka was still Tamahome. This was my favorite, and I am still deeply in debt to Tetsuya for enlargening it and framing it for my twentieth birthday. This one was always present in my room, as it was my favorite of all my possessions, besides my true wedding ring, the one Tamahome gave to me when I was fifteen. The picture was cherished by both Taka and I, and we planned to face it in front of our bed, reminding us each waking morning four long-lost friends, each of them pulling for us so we could be together- no matter what.

The other possessions were the ones each of us refused to live without. In my case, it was a few snacks and the bracelets I received from my dear friend Nuriko at the hour of death. My eyes for some reason swelled with tears, remembering the painful loss that he suffered. No matter how many my head tried to convince me he was human, the loss still stuck out and dug it's way into my heart, forever burning me with hatred for the Seiryuu seishi Ashitare, for killing one of my dear friends. Not just Nuriko, but Chiriko, Mitsukake, and lastly, Hotohori, who all died while trying to stop the opposing group of warriors. I miss them all so much.

Taka saw my tears and pulled me close to him, his arms running up and down my back to comfort me. As my tears flew from eyes down my checks, Taka continued his comforting for me, trying to stop my tears. I smiled, knowing that he only lived for my happiness, as he told me many times. I love him so much, and I don't know what I'd do without him here, right by my side.

As my tears silenced, Taka dug deeper into box. His smile lit up as he discovered his box of money. Of course, he brought some (which happened to be a bit of an understatement) on the plane with him, but this box had been in the baggage compartment, and Taka had been nervous the entire flight, wondering if someone stole his money. I remembered laughing at him and how antsy he was, waiting for our entire luggage to come, just to check on his money. As my tears silenced, they were replaced slowly by laughs of happiness, and pure joy. Taka joined in as I settled down, proving the statement laughing is contagious.

As we settled down, I sighed. Taka looked at me and smiled slightly, then grabbed my chin for a quick kiss. I kissed him back before he got up and went searching for the phone. He soon found one packed away in a box, and plugged it in.

"Thank god that we had the phone lines installed before, eh?" he asked me as he cleared a bit of room on an end table that had a phone book and a few papers Taka needed for his job, the entire reason we were here in America. He flipped through the phone book, and found what he was looking for, and he picked up the phone, dialing the number he had found. "Hello, I was just..."

Taka's voice slowly faded out as I took our small book with our most prized possessions, and lugged it into the only bedroom in this place- our bedroom. In there was our bed, two dressers, a bookcase, and six or seven boxes; each one marked with what it held. I put the box down and picked up the picture of my seishi, and me preparing to hang it where Taka had put the stud to hang it. I hung it without much trouble, and placed the other pictures upon my wall. I then grabbed a box, and dug in it, seeing that it was full of my clothes. I smiled, and opened one dresser, and began to put in all my clothes. Taka came in, and leaned against the door, watching me. I turned to him, seeing why he suddenly pulled out the phone.

"I called a pizza place, and ordered a pizza," he said to me, smiling slightly.

"But I could've made dinner!" I complained to him. His eye began to twitch, and I laughed at him as he attempted to hide it. I knew that when the eye began to twitch, he was a bit upset or nervous about something, and I smiled, seeing it.

"Don't tell me my eye's twitching!" he cried out to me, as my smiled turned to laughs. He smiled, and turned, throwing his arms in the air behind him. "I give up!" he cried to the world, as he walked away into what would be our dining room, and picked up a box, and placed it on the table.

While we waited for the pizza to arrive, the both of us silently unpacked, every so often exclaiming a cry of joy or surprise after seeing something we had packed away just a few weeks ago, as we tied up all little knots so we could move here. Of course, I had more things to tie up, seeing how Taka was the one being transferred to America. As much as I missed my home in Japan, I was excited to be here. The only thing I was nervous about was learning English. In school, English was not my best subject, and I didn't go to college, thus leaving me behind. I worked with Yui-chan for a few months to get my skills back up when I learned I'd be moving here, but I still wasn't fully perfected. Taka, however, was just the opposite. Although his major in college was Chinese Theology, he told me hundreds of times about how his grandparents had lived in America from the time he was two to about the time when he turned thirteen, and also about how he went to America with a foreign exchange program when he was 17, just 2 years before we met... Due to these circumstances, and the frequent business trips to America, he had a firm grasp on the language, and was determined to help me learn, for which I was much grateful. Taka also figured I'd pick up the language by listening to everyone talk, which I had been doing since I arrived here last night.

As thoughts flew through my head, the pizza boy must have came without my knowing, because the next thing I knew, Taka had shut the door, and the delicious smell of pizza was invading my nose, causing my huger to multiply by hundreds. I made a mad dash for Taka, the pizza my prey. I grabbed the box, and opened it, grabbing a piece of the pizza. Taka grinned at me as I wolfed it down, and put the box on an abandoned table with nothing on it.

As we finished the pizza, we said nothing, but just smiled at each other, until we reached the other piece. Each of us lunged to grab it, but Taka snatched it up first, and as a victory dance, stuck the end into his mouth, as if to mock me.

"Taka! I wanted it!"

"Miaka, if we keep letting that appetite of yours keep control of this place, I'll be dead in a few week," he told me, grinning slightly.

"You know you don't have to be so mean," I pouted at him. He just smiled at me, and kept eating. I sighed, and turned away from him, and continued unpacking, this time my attention focused from the living room to the kitchen. I pulled out and new box, even though I hadn't finished with the box I had worked on earlier.

"You really know how to hold a grudge, dont you?" I ignored Taka, until he up behind me, putting his arms around my waist. "I guess I was right," he continued after kissing my collarbone slowly, up to my neck. I squirmed a bit, and tried to stop him, but after many passion filled kisses on his part, I gave up. Who could blame me? After all, he is my husband.

The next morning, Taka and I almost furiously unpacked. We barely stopped, but still didn't get the majority of packages done. Also, another set of boxes came in from Yui-chan, who agreed to send us our things a bit at a time so we didn't have to bring everything at once. My only words? Bless Yui-chan's soul for as long as she lives. After 7-ish that night, Taka and I stopped, and once again ordered out, this time Chinese. We ate talking merrily, remembering how many memories we struck up, unpacking these boxes. After we ate, Taka stood up suddenly, and pulled me up with the same amount of energy.

"We haven't done anything since we got here but unpack," he cried out. "We should go out and do something."

"Bu- but..." I started off, but Taka kept rambling. He suddenly turned to me with an innocent, boy-ish smile on his face.

"Wanna see a movie?" he asked me.

"Taka, where would we go? How would I understand, and how-"

"Miaka, Miaka, Miaka. You worry too much. Either we can see one we already saw, or I can explain to you what's going on in the theater. It's not that big of a deal!" I still wavered though. "What?"

"Umm..." I started off, but not knowing how to state the fact I knew something was going to happen, but I soon dropped it. Taka smiled at me, and grabbed me, pulling me in for a quick kiss before the two of us ran of to change into something other than the grimy clothes that we had brought with us. And after much debate and pleas, we finally left the house dressed and ready for a movie in half an hour about an hour after Taka suggested we go.

We walked outside, hand in hand, down to the parking lot, where the car we had rented the day before stood, it's black coat glistening in the light of the lamppost. We climbed in, and drove off, preparing to go to the movie theater. But we never made it.

We had been in the car for maybe five minutes, just talking between the two of us, when all of a sudden, a red car slammed right into the left side of the car, the side Taka was on. I had no idea what had happened afterwards, the slam of the car knocked me out, as well as Taka. The only thing I knew after the crash was the constant prayers I prayed to Suzaku, the constant pleas. 'Please let us be all right, Suzaku. We beat the odds once. Help us, please. Please, protect us.'

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I have no idea how long this will be, or what will happen, although I have a basic idea, but I'll try to stick it out. If the crash sucked, know this: I hate writing about violence, and I can't do it. Well, please review for me!!!! If you do, I'll stick it out longer, and I'll put out chapters sooner. And, it'll increase my self-esteem. Ja ne!

~Frenchie