Playing with Fire
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Okay, chapter 2 and stuff. I appreciate everyone's reviews. Thank you. All comments were taken to heart.
-= begin pointless rant =-
*Laughs* 'Cept for the flame. My first one ever! Congratulations to me! ^^; Now, I'm not saying I'd like more but it was interesting experience to say the least. Oh, and to that person, if for some stupid reason they decided to continue reading a story they hated . . . *Shrugs* . . . some people do that . . . I'd like to say, you didn't hurt my feelings so your sad attempt at insulting me failed. I don't appreciate you comparing my writing to a 3rd graders. ( Don't insult 3rd graders like that! ) I understand that I am not the best author and I probably never will be. ( S'just the way life it. ) However, I write fanfiction to improve. You can't learn without making mistakes. ^_^- So . . . *Squirts flamer with water gun*
-= end of rant =-
Disclaimers - No. *Holds up hand* Just stop right there. Not another word. Whoever told you that I owned Fushigi Yuugi was wrong. ^_^- Interesting idea though.
Chapter 2
"What t'hell?" Tasuki whispered. His head felt as if it would split open at any second. He reached out to stretch when he caught his breath. He wasn't sleeping on grass anymore. He allowed his hands to inspect the cool and smooth surface. His fingers were brought up to his face, trying to determine if he was dreaming or not. How could it be real? His hands again brushed the surface and he struggled to make his eyesight cooperate with him. Everything was all blurry and bright. No doubt. This had to be a dream, it was to weird to be anything else.
'Wake up, Tasuki!' he groaned to himself. He quickly closed his eyes tight.. After a moment or two he squinted one amber kissed eye open but he only found himself met by the same soft orange colors. He growled softly as he pushed himself up. He sat on his knees for a second. The room was still a little fuzzy and he couldn't make anything out of the shapes and colors he saw. A gasp caught the attention of his ear instantly. Tasuki blindly scanned the area, trying to figure out what made the sound. When his eyes still didn't cooperate he folded his arms over his chest and sat Indian style, waiting for a clearer picture to present itself.
It took only a moment later until his eyesight decided to cooperate with him. That's when he was determined this was nothing more than a sweet dream his imagination coaxed up for him. There, dressed only in a dark blue shirt and a pair of panties was the object of his desire. He watched with intense eyes as she sat down upon a stool and ran a brush through her hair. There was no mistaking. It was Miaka.
He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. This wasn't right. He brought a finger up to his cheek and pinched it with extreme pressure. He gulped down his gasp and let his hand drop instantly. Dreams did usually feel so . . . real.
He watched as she continued to pull the brush through her wet hair. His hungry eyes flowed from her toes to the tips of her head. The flowery scent that had always clung to her seemed to intensify ten fold. He closed his eyes, convinced he would soon drown in her scent, but then again, you couldn't die in your dreams, right?
Another gasp brought him back to the situation at hand. His eyes shot open and he grinned as he noticed her staring at him. The confusion in her eyes shone through their green depths. They both stayed still, afraid to break the silence that echoed through the room.
"Tasuki?" she whispered finally. Had it really been so long that he had forgotten the sweet sound of her voice. She turned and faced him. "Tasuki, is that you?"
He took a deep breath and stood up. This had to be a dream. Never would Miaka whisper his name like that. Not with such a hopeful demeanor. He took a step forward, now completely convinced this was one of his nightly fantasies. How could it be anything else?
"Miaka," he called out, holding his arms open to her. She didn't hesitate to throw herself in his embrace. Her feet patted softly against the damp floor as she ran toward him. The elements didn't seem to be on her side. She felt the cool puddle of water on the floor to late. "Ah!," she yelled as she slid and fell right in to in his arms.
"Got 'cha," he laughed as her cheeks deepened in color. "You should be more careful."
She took no heed to his comment and stared at him. "Is it really you?!" she cried, letting free the tears that she had built up all day. She buried her face in his shoulders and let out a warm puff of air against his throat.
He gritted his teeth together at the gesture and had to admit, this dream did feel a lot better than the others. Maybe a little drink before bedtime was just what he needed. "Oh, Mi-chan," he mumbled in her ear. Now it was her turn to shudder. He lifted a hand from around her waist to draw the tears away from her face. "Are these for me?"
Miaka's head shot up with a glorious smile plastered to her lips. "I missed you so much," she cried. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
He chuckled as he bent down and slowly kissed her damp cheek.. Miaka's body suddenly tensed and Tasuki cursed silently to himself. She still was hesitant to him, even in his own damned dreams.
"Are you really here?" she wondered aloud. Again Tasuki question the thought himself but still found himself drawing the same conclusions. Hell, what did it matter if it was or not? Miaka was in his arms, but why not play along?
"If I wasn't, then could I do this?" he whispered huskily as his lips lazily trailed from her cheek to her parted lips. She closed her eyes, anticipating his warm lips to fall on top of hers but that wasn't what happened.
Ring
The phone rang. Her eyes shot open and she jerked her mouth back but not before he caught her slowly raked his fang against her bottom lip. She stared at the him for a breathless moment, trying to make her scrambled brain think.
Ring
The phone rang a second time and she fought to leave his grasp. He was quite reluctant on that matter. "Tasuki, let me go."
"What t'hell?" he grumbled as she succeeded in escaping. "Hey! This is my damned dream! I didn't say you could go! Come back here!"
Without even looking back, she ran from the bath to the living room. She picked up the phone and tried to urge her heart to slow down. 'What type of crazy illusion is this?!'
"Hello," she breathed in to the phone huskily. 'Good job, now you sound like your running a sex hot line,' Miaka thought miserably to herself.
"Hello, Ms. Yuuki?"
"Yes, this is she."
"How would you like to be the first to own the special -"
Miaka didn't even bother listening to the rest of the presentation. Now was not the time for her to be persuaded to buy crap from telemarketers. "No thanks," she said politely.
"But you don't understand, this is the brand new -"
Miaka sighed and lowered her head. "I said no thanks."
"But you don't understand, this product is top of the line -"
Miaka lost all of her patience. She tried being nice and now was not the time to be pressing her buttons. "Listen buster, I said no so get a clue." She hung up the phone promptly and allowed her body to fall down on her couch.
What a crazy thought to pop into her head. To think, Tasuki here in her world, how absurd. 'But then, why is my heart still beating?' Her eyes fell to the floor as her fingers touched her swollen bottom lip. Swollen from his bite. But if. . . "What?" she whispered as she trailed her finger tips from her lips to her still dampened cheeks.
Then, with a feeling of dread and hope rolling up in her body she turned her gaze to the entrance of the hallway. There, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and left side leaning against the wall was the ex- bandit that haunted her dreams.
"Ahhh!" she screamed. She pointed at him and scrunched her face up in confusion. "What are you doing here?!"
"What? You forgot I was here already?" Miaka just stared at him, her face frozen. "Well, that's an attractive look," he muttered with a smirk.
Miaka turned and caught her reflection in her television set. Her mouth was pulled up in a frown and her cheeks were puffy. "Hmph!" she retorted and turned her head away from him. "S'nothing wrong with my look!"
"What t'hell is your problem?!" he laughed as he tilted his head. He drew closer to the couch with a coy grin on his face. "You're not sposed to run away, 'specially when things are just startin' ta get interestin'."
"Look, I don't know what your talking about!" Her heart raced as he leaned over and placed his forehead on hers.
"I think you do," he chuckled as his lips inched closer and closer to hers. Miaka drew in an unsteady breath as his lips instantly turned to fire against hers. Her eyes found his a moment before she closed them. Something in his eyes penetrated her reason. He looked . . . hungry. Oh, how long it had been since she was met with hungry eyes. Not that her and Taka's relationship was built around abstinence but . . .
When he pulled away for a breathless moment Miaka's thoughts stopped. Without the heat of his lips on hers she felt cold. "Tasuki," she gasped as he smiled at her wickedly. Again, thoughts of him engulfing her in his flames penetrated her mind. 'Ah! Stop! This is all wrong! You're not acting any better than those girls on those talk shows!'
"Stop, this isn't right," she muttered as her face turned from pink to a dark tell tale red.
"Is that what you really want?" he mumbled as he drew her lips against his again. No. It wasn't what she wanted. What she wanted was him in her room, her bed, now. But she knew she couldn't let that happen.
Miaka tightly pursed her lips. Tasuki, instantly felt the difference and back away to gaze in to her eyes. "What's the matter, Mi-chan?"
Miaka's eyes filled with tears and she grabbed the pillow sitting next to her. "I don't want to end up on a talk show!" she wailed as she brought the pillow to his face and whacked him with it.
He stumbled back and frowned. "Hey! What d' ya do that for?!"
She shook her head free of the images of her on a talk show. "Just shut up and let me try to make sense of things! " she yelled back as she grabbed another pillow and hugged it tightly against her chest. "How could you really be here. I am losing my mind?"
Tasuki sighed. "This isn't a very pleasant dream." He fell beside her on the couch and gazed around the room. "Downright painful at times."
Miaka took in his words and allowed her stupefied gaze fall on him. "What are you talking about?! This isn't a dream," her mind pondered the possibilities and she stared at him, "is it?"
That caught Tasuki off guard. "Huh? Course it is."
Silence captured the room and squeezed it for a minute. Miaka shifted her body nervously.
"Maybe . . . " she whispered, unsure herself if it was reality or not. Her eyes drifted away from his eyes and took in his presence. It sure enough looked like Tasuki. "Hmm," she hummed curiously. She examined his face carefully.
His cheeks reddened as she continued to investigate him by sitting on her knees and grabbing his face. "I don't know," she said to herself, ignoring the look of discomfort on his face as she tugged on him features and continued humming approval and disapproval to herself.
"Ah, stop that," he complained in irritation. But it wasn't until she tugged on a strand of hair that he leap up and howled in frustration. "Hells bells, woman, whatcha tryin' to do to me?" he whined as he rubbed his head.
Her eyes searched his for a long moment and Tasuki shifted from one foot to another. "Ya look like ya wanna say something."
Miaka only nodded her head.
Tasuki huffed up his chest in annoyance. "Then say it already."
"Are you really. . . Tasuki?" She asked softly. Those tears starting to once again cling to her eyes. He didn't answer as she stood up and walked over to him. "You are aren't you?" Her soft hand reached up and cupped his face. "It's really you."
This time her hands were soft and warm against his features. She let her fingertips run flow across his eyebrows and rest on his cheeks.
Tasuki caught the scent of her and closed his eyes as she trailed fire across his face. He let a soft growl rumble through his throat as her fingers allowed themselves free reign to play in his hair. How many times had he dreamed of her hands on him? Tasuki sighed to himself, what proof was there that this wasn't another one of his fantasies? "Miaka," he breathed after a while, not sure how much longer of her sweet torture he could bare. "Are you sure this ain't a dream?"
"I'm not sure," she mumbled as she turned one of her hands over and caressed his jaw with her knuckles. She still wasn't sure herself. "I don't think it is but if it wasn't a dream then, how could you be here?
He gritted his teeth. Her caress was driving him nuts. He quickly grabbed her hand and drug it to his chest, over his heart. "If this isn't a dream then it must be real," he mumbled as he nuzzled his nose against her neck.
"Don't," she mumbled through tight lips.
He stopped and hung his head in primal defeat. "Okay, now I know FOR SURE that this isn't a dream."
Miaka flashed Tasuki one of her best confused looks.
He released her and started pacing back and forth. "I never get told to 'stop' or 'don't' in my dreams 'specially by you." He was saying it more to himself and it was barely a whisper but Miaka heard it plain and clear. He instantly regretted the statement.
She raised an eyebrow and she couldn't help the teasing smile that kissed her still swollen lips. "So, it seems as if you have some interesting dreams." The words echoed in her mind. A light bulb flickered over her head as she caught on to what was being said. "Wait!" she scratched her head and stood in silence for a minute. "You have dirty dreams about m-"
"Don't say it!" he yelled as he covered her mouth with his hands. "Just don't say it.!"
With quite an effort her teeth found the flesh of his hand. "DAMMIT!" he howled as he jumped back from her.
"ME!?"
Tasuki covered his ears. "No I don't," he lied. He nervously studied his boots. "You're lying.".
"You do, don't you?! You have dreams of me and you and lacy things and-" she stopped as both of their eyes fell on her clothing status. "You pervert!" she screamed as she ran to her room..
Tasuki wasn't far behind her. "Miaka, come back here!" He caught up to her just as the door was slammed. "Ow," he whined as he pulled his face from her door. He cursed as his hand went to the doorknob but was cut off when he heard a locking sound. "Miaka! Let me in!"
Miaka hurried over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of faded shorts. They would have to do for the moment. Tasuki pounded on the door again. "No! You're not here! How could you be?! This is a nightmare!"
Tasuki ran his fingers through his hair and sighed as he leaned against the wall. "I thought we both came to the conclusion that this wasn't a dream," he bite at her with a thick air of sarcasm.
The door unlocked and Miaka popped her head out to give him a dirty look. "I didn't say it was a dream," she said softly as she batted her eyelashes at him, "I said it was a NIGHTMARE!"
Ring
Miaka let out a primal growl and threw open the door. When Tasuki started at her she put up her hand and told him to stay.
Tasuki frowned at her demand. What the hell was he, her dog? "Like hell I am," he muttered as he followed her down the hall.
Ring
Miaka stomped to the horrid device and stared at it. The telephone didn't prove to be her best friend this night and she hesitated before she answered it. "Hello?"
"Miaka," a soft voice oozed through the ear piece. Miaka's heart stopped. It was Taka.
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to apologize . . ."
Miaka's heart did somersaults. He wasn't mad at her after all. "Don't be, I should have been happy for you to begin with. It's quite an honor to be . . ." Miaka wanted to kick herself. She didn't even listen to what he was doing.
Taka sighed heavily in irritation. "Were you even listening?"
Miaka laughed uneasily. "Guilty?" she teased, not sure if he would take it as a cute joke or not.
"Miaka, you didn't did you?"
"Well . . . no?"
Tasuki raised an eyebrow when he heard the faint sounds of a male voice yelling through the device Miaka had pressed to her ear. Apparently Miaka did something someone did appreciate. Nonetheless, Miaka's fault or not, he didn't like the idea of someone yelling at her like that.
It didn't help matters when he saw a tear form in the corner of her eye. She refused to let it fall and it just hung there, clenching for dear life to her lower lashes.
"I understand. No, you're right, as usual. Okay. You too. Love you. Sweet dreams." Now it was Tasuki's turn to scrunch his face up in confusion. Who did she love. Was that Taka? Was he the one yelling at her?
"Sweet dreams," he repeated to himself. Miaka turned and gaped at him. She had forgotten that he was still there. She quickly brought her hands up to dismiss the tears but he caught her hand before she could. Her words echoed in his head.
She had told Taka sweet dreams. . . but he was a nightmare. Tasuki frowned and took it upon himself to retrieve the her tears. She closed her eyes at his touch and her bottom lip quivered in to a frown. Was he really a nightmare to her?
"Is it really?" he asked, quietly as he slowly released her hands and dropped his from her face.
She caught her breath. "What?"
He took a step closer to her. "A nightmare? Seeing me again, is it really a nightmare?"
Miaka lowered her head. He looked so damn hurt and confused. How could she have said such a hurtful thing to him? She was just confused. Did she hurt Taka the same way with her hurtful words and inconsiderate actions? "Of course not. I didn't mean it."
He smiled slowly at her and she felt her lips curve in to a grin as well. "I'm glad." He laughed softly. "Dream or not, I've missed you."
"Me too." She took a step forward, gulped, and encircled his waist with her arms. However, nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
"Miaka," Tasuki gasped quietly and Miaka bit back a cry of her own. Not again. Why now?!
"N-no," Miaka stuttered in disbelief. Tasuki was yet again engulfed by the light of Suzaku . . .
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*Laughs* Okay, I have to elaborate on something here. *Shoots phone* I hate telephones . . . I came - this - close to experiencing my first kiss when . . . the freakin' phone rings! *Sighs* Not only was it going to be my first kiss but it was perfect! Just me and him . . . no outside influences . . . candles glowing . . . soft music playing . . . RING! *Dies* ( I have this thing about my first kiss being perfect, go figure. ) So anyway, this chapter is dedicated to telephones - the most horrible invention ever. ^^;
There are probably countless mistakes in this chapter cause I just got back from my Grandmother's funeral and tried to update at least sixteen different stories last night. Forgive me!
Again, as replies are welcome ( even flames - but I shall retaliate on your punk-ass ^_^- ). Thanks for reading!
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Okay, chapter 2 and stuff. I appreciate everyone's reviews. Thank you. All comments were taken to heart.
-= begin pointless rant =-
*Laughs* 'Cept for the flame. My first one ever! Congratulations to me! ^^; Now, I'm not saying I'd like more but it was interesting experience to say the least. Oh, and to that person, if for some stupid reason they decided to continue reading a story they hated . . . *Shrugs* . . . some people do that . . . I'd like to say, you didn't hurt my feelings so your sad attempt at insulting me failed. I don't appreciate you comparing my writing to a 3rd graders. ( Don't insult 3rd graders like that! ) I understand that I am not the best author and I probably never will be. ( S'just the way life it. ) However, I write fanfiction to improve. You can't learn without making mistakes. ^_^- So . . . *Squirts flamer with water gun*
-= end of rant =-
Disclaimers - No. *Holds up hand* Just stop right there. Not another word. Whoever told you that I owned Fushigi Yuugi was wrong. ^_^- Interesting idea though.
Chapter 2
"What t'hell?" Tasuki whispered. His head felt as if it would split open at any second. He reached out to stretch when he caught his breath. He wasn't sleeping on grass anymore. He allowed his hands to inspect the cool and smooth surface. His fingers were brought up to his face, trying to determine if he was dreaming or not. How could it be real? His hands again brushed the surface and he struggled to make his eyesight cooperate with him. Everything was all blurry and bright. No doubt. This had to be a dream, it was to weird to be anything else.
'Wake up, Tasuki!' he groaned to himself. He quickly closed his eyes tight.. After a moment or two he squinted one amber kissed eye open but he only found himself met by the same soft orange colors. He growled softly as he pushed himself up. He sat on his knees for a second. The room was still a little fuzzy and he couldn't make anything out of the shapes and colors he saw. A gasp caught the attention of his ear instantly. Tasuki blindly scanned the area, trying to figure out what made the sound. When his eyes still didn't cooperate he folded his arms over his chest and sat Indian style, waiting for a clearer picture to present itself.
It took only a moment later until his eyesight decided to cooperate with him. That's when he was determined this was nothing more than a sweet dream his imagination coaxed up for him. There, dressed only in a dark blue shirt and a pair of panties was the object of his desire. He watched with intense eyes as she sat down upon a stool and ran a brush through her hair. There was no mistaking. It was Miaka.
He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. This wasn't right. He brought a finger up to his cheek and pinched it with extreme pressure. He gulped down his gasp and let his hand drop instantly. Dreams did usually feel so . . . real.
He watched as she continued to pull the brush through her wet hair. His hungry eyes flowed from her toes to the tips of her head. The flowery scent that had always clung to her seemed to intensify ten fold. He closed his eyes, convinced he would soon drown in her scent, but then again, you couldn't die in your dreams, right?
Another gasp brought him back to the situation at hand. His eyes shot open and he grinned as he noticed her staring at him. The confusion in her eyes shone through their green depths. They both stayed still, afraid to break the silence that echoed through the room.
"Tasuki?" she whispered finally. Had it really been so long that he had forgotten the sweet sound of her voice. She turned and faced him. "Tasuki, is that you?"
He took a deep breath and stood up. This had to be a dream. Never would Miaka whisper his name like that. Not with such a hopeful demeanor. He took a step forward, now completely convinced this was one of his nightly fantasies. How could it be anything else?
"Miaka," he called out, holding his arms open to her. She didn't hesitate to throw herself in his embrace. Her feet patted softly against the damp floor as she ran toward him. The elements didn't seem to be on her side. She felt the cool puddle of water on the floor to late. "Ah!," she yelled as she slid and fell right in to in his arms.
"Got 'cha," he laughed as her cheeks deepened in color. "You should be more careful."
She took no heed to his comment and stared at him. "Is it really you?!" she cried, letting free the tears that she had built up all day. She buried her face in his shoulders and let out a warm puff of air against his throat.
He gritted his teeth together at the gesture and had to admit, this dream did feel a lot better than the others. Maybe a little drink before bedtime was just what he needed. "Oh, Mi-chan," he mumbled in her ear. Now it was her turn to shudder. He lifted a hand from around her waist to draw the tears away from her face. "Are these for me?"
Miaka's head shot up with a glorious smile plastered to her lips. "I missed you so much," she cried. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
He chuckled as he bent down and slowly kissed her damp cheek.. Miaka's body suddenly tensed and Tasuki cursed silently to himself. She still was hesitant to him, even in his own damned dreams.
"Are you really here?" she wondered aloud. Again Tasuki question the thought himself but still found himself drawing the same conclusions. Hell, what did it matter if it was or not? Miaka was in his arms, but why not play along?
"If I wasn't, then could I do this?" he whispered huskily as his lips lazily trailed from her cheek to her parted lips. She closed her eyes, anticipating his warm lips to fall on top of hers but that wasn't what happened.
Ring
The phone rang. Her eyes shot open and she jerked her mouth back but not before he caught her slowly raked his fang against her bottom lip. She stared at the him for a breathless moment, trying to make her scrambled brain think.
Ring
The phone rang a second time and she fought to leave his grasp. He was quite reluctant on that matter. "Tasuki, let me go."
"What t'hell?" he grumbled as she succeeded in escaping. "Hey! This is my damned dream! I didn't say you could go! Come back here!"
Without even looking back, she ran from the bath to the living room. She picked up the phone and tried to urge her heart to slow down. 'What type of crazy illusion is this?!'
"Hello," she breathed in to the phone huskily. 'Good job, now you sound like your running a sex hot line,' Miaka thought miserably to herself.
"Hello, Ms. Yuuki?"
"Yes, this is she."
"How would you like to be the first to own the special -"
Miaka didn't even bother listening to the rest of the presentation. Now was not the time for her to be persuaded to buy crap from telemarketers. "No thanks," she said politely.
"But you don't understand, this is the brand new -"
Miaka sighed and lowered her head. "I said no thanks."
"But you don't understand, this product is top of the line -"
Miaka lost all of her patience. She tried being nice and now was not the time to be pressing her buttons. "Listen buster, I said no so get a clue." She hung up the phone promptly and allowed her body to fall down on her couch.
What a crazy thought to pop into her head. To think, Tasuki here in her world, how absurd. 'But then, why is my heart still beating?' Her eyes fell to the floor as her fingers touched her swollen bottom lip. Swollen from his bite. But if. . . "What?" she whispered as she trailed her finger tips from her lips to her still dampened cheeks.
Then, with a feeling of dread and hope rolling up in her body she turned her gaze to the entrance of the hallway. There, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and left side leaning against the wall was the ex- bandit that haunted her dreams.
"Ahhh!" she screamed. She pointed at him and scrunched her face up in confusion. "What are you doing here?!"
"What? You forgot I was here already?" Miaka just stared at him, her face frozen. "Well, that's an attractive look," he muttered with a smirk.
Miaka turned and caught her reflection in her television set. Her mouth was pulled up in a frown and her cheeks were puffy. "Hmph!" she retorted and turned her head away from him. "S'nothing wrong with my look!"
"What t'hell is your problem?!" he laughed as he tilted his head. He drew closer to the couch with a coy grin on his face. "You're not sposed to run away, 'specially when things are just startin' ta get interestin'."
"Look, I don't know what your talking about!" Her heart raced as he leaned over and placed his forehead on hers.
"I think you do," he chuckled as his lips inched closer and closer to hers. Miaka drew in an unsteady breath as his lips instantly turned to fire against hers. Her eyes found his a moment before she closed them. Something in his eyes penetrated her reason. He looked . . . hungry. Oh, how long it had been since she was met with hungry eyes. Not that her and Taka's relationship was built around abstinence but . . .
When he pulled away for a breathless moment Miaka's thoughts stopped. Without the heat of his lips on hers she felt cold. "Tasuki," she gasped as he smiled at her wickedly. Again, thoughts of him engulfing her in his flames penetrated her mind. 'Ah! Stop! This is all wrong! You're not acting any better than those girls on those talk shows!'
"Stop, this isn't right," she muttered as her face turned from pink to a dark tell tale red.
"Is that what you really want?" he mumbled as he drew her lips against his again. No. It wasn't what she wanted. What she wanted was him in her room, her bed, now. But she knew she couldn't let that happen.
Miaka tightly pursed her lips. Tasuki, instantly felt the difference and back away to gaze in to her eyes. "What's the matter, Mi-chan?"
Miaka's eyes filled with tears and she grabbed the pillow sitting next to her. "I don't want to end up on a talk show!" she wailed as she brought the pillow to his face and whacked him with it.
He stumbled back and frowned. "Hey! What d' ya do that for?!"
She shook her head free of the images of her on a talk show. "Just shut up and let me try to make sense of things! " she yelled back as she grabbed another pillow and hugged it tightly against her chest. "How could you really be here. I am losing my mind?"
Tasuki sighed. "This isn't a very pleasant dream." He fell beside her on the couch and gazed around the room. "Downright painful at times."
Miaka took in his words and allowed her stupefied gaze fall on him. "What are you talking about?! This isn't a dream," her mind pondered the possibilities and she stared at him, "is it?"
That caught Tasuki off guard. "Huh? Course it is."
Silence captured the room and squeezed it for a minute. Miaka shifted her body nervously.
"Maybe . . . " she whispered, unsure herself if it was reality or not. Her eyes drifted away from his eyes and took in his presence. It sure enough looked like Tasuki. "Hmm," she hummed curiously. She examined his face carefully.
His cheeks reddened as she continued to investigate him by sitting on her knees and grabbing his face. "I don't know," she said to herself, ignoring the look of discomfort on his face as she tugged on him features and continued humming approval and disapproval to herself.
"Ah, stop that," he complained in irritation. But it wasn't until she tugged on a strand of hair that he leap up and howled in frustration. "Hells bells, woman, whatcha tryin' to do to me?" he whined as he rubbed his head.
Her eyes searched his for a long moment and Tasuki shifted from one foot to another. "Ya look like ya wanna say something."
Miaka only nodded her head.
Tasuki huffed up his chest in annoyance. "Then say it already."
"Are you really. . . Tasuki?" She asked softly. Those tears starting to once again cling to her eyes. He didn't answer as she stood up and walked over to him. "You are aren't you?" Her soft hand reached up and cupped his face. "It's really you."
This time her hands were soft and warm against his features. She let her fingertips run flow across his eyebrows and rest on his cheeks.
Tasuki caught the scent of her and closed his eyes as she trailed fire across his face. He let a soft growl rumble through his throat as her fingers allowed themselves free reign to play in his hair. How many times had he dreamed of her hands on him? Tasuki sighed to himself, what proof was there that this wasn't another one of his fantasies? "Miaka," he breathed after a while, not sure how much longer of her sweet torture he could bare. "Are you sure this ain't a dream?"
"I'm not sure," she mumbled as she turned one of her hands over and caressed his jaw with her knuckles. She still wasn't sure herself. "I don't think it is but if it wasn't a dream then, how could you be here?
He gritted his teeth. Her caress was driving him nuts. He quickly grabbed her hand and drug it to his chest, over his heart. "If this isn't a dream then it must be real," he mumbled as he nuzzled his nose against her neck.
"Don't," she mumbled through tight lips.
He stopped and hung his head in primal defeat. "Okay, now I know FOR SURE that this isn't a dream."
Miaka flashed Tasuki one of her best confused looks.
He released her and started pacing back and forth. "I never get told to 'stop' or 'don't' in my dreams 'specially by you." He was saying it more to himself and it was barely a whisper but Miaka heard it plain and clear. He instantly regretted the statement.
She raised an eyebrow and she couldn't help the teasing smile that kissed her still swollen lips. "So, it seems as if you have some interesting dreams." The words echoed in her mind. A light bulb flickered over her head as she caught on to what was being said. "Wait!" she scratched her head and stood in silence for a minute. "You have dirty dreams about m-"
"Don't say it!" he yelled as he covered her mouth with his hands. "Just don't say it.!"
With quite an effort her teeth found the flesh of his hand. "DAMMIT!" he howled as he jumped back from her.
"ME!?"
Tasuki covered his ears. "No I don't," he lied. He nervously studied his boots. "You're lying.".
"You do, don't you?! You have dreams of me and you and lacy things and-" she stopped as both of their eyes fell on her clothing status. "You pervert!" she screamed as she ran to her room..
Tasuki wasn't far behind her. "Miaka, come back here!" He caught up to her just as the door was slammed. "Ow," he whined as he pulled his face from her door. He cursed as his hand went to the doorknob but was cut off when he heard a locking sound. "Miaka! Let me in!"
Miaka hurried over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of faded shorts. They would have to do for the moment. Tasuki pounded on the door again. "No! You're not here! How could you be?! This is a nightmare!"
Tasuki ran his fingers through his hair and sighed as he leaned against the wall. "I thought we both came to the conclusion that this wasn't a dream," he bite at her with a thick air of sarcasm.
The door unlocked and Miaka popped her head out to give him a dirty look. "I didn't say it was a dream," she said softly as she batted her eyelashes at him, "I said it was a NIGHTMARE!"
Ring
Miaka let out a primal growl and threw open the door. When Tasuki started at her she put up her hand and told him to stay.
Tasuki frowned at her demand. What the hell was he, her dog? "Like hell I am," he muttered as he followed her down the hall.
Ring
Miaka stomped to the horrid device and stared at it. The telephone didn't prove to be her best friend this night and she hesitated before she answered it. "Hello?"
"Miaka," a soft voice oozed through the ear piece. Miaka's heart stopped. It was Taka.
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to apologize . . ."
Miaka's heart did somersaults. He wasn't mad at her after all. "Don't be, I should have been happy for you to begin with. It's quite an honor to be . . ." Miaka wanted to kick herself. She didn't even listen to what he was doing.
Taka sighed heavily in irritation. "Were you even listening?"
Miaka laughed uneasily. "Guilty?" she teased, not sure if he would take it as a cute joke or not.
"Miaka, you didn't did you?"
"Well . . . no?"
Tasuki raised an eyebrow when he heard the faint sounds of a male voice yelling through the device Miaka had pressed to her ear. Apparently Miaka did something someone did appreciate. Nonetheless, Miaka's fault or not, he didn't like the idea of someone yelling at her like that.
It didn't help matters when he saw a tear form in the corner of her eye. She refused to let it fall and it just hung there, clenching for dear life to her lower lashes.
"I understand. No, you're right, as usual. Okay. You too. Love you. Sweet dreams." Now it was Tasuki's turn to scrunch his face up in confusion. Who did she love. Was that Taka? Was he the one yelling at her?
"Sweet dreams," he repeated to himself. Miaka turned and gaped at him. She had forgotten that he was still there. She quickly brought her hands up to dismiss the tears but he caught her hand before she could. Her words echoed in his head.
She had told Taka sweet dreams. . . but he was a nightmare. Tasuki frowned and took it upon himself to retrieve the her tears. She closed her eyes at his touch and her bottom lip quivered in to a frown. Was he really a nightmare to her?
"Is it really?" he asked, quietly as he slowly released her hands and dropped his from her face.
She caught her breath. "What?"
He took a step closer to her. "A nightmare? Seeing me again, is it really a nightmare?"
Miaka lowered her head. He looked so damn hurt and confused. How could she have said such a hurtful thing to him? She was just confused. Did she hurt Taka the same way with her hurtful words and inconsiderate actions? "Of course not. I didn't mean it."
He smiled slowly at her and she felt her lips curve in to a grin as well. "I'm glad." He laughed softly. "Dream or not, I've missed you."
"Me too." She took a step forward, gulped, and encircled his waist with her arms. However, nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
"Miaka," Tasuki gasped quietly and Miaka bit back a cry of her own. Not again. Why now?!
"N-no," Miaka stuttered in disbelief. Tasuki was yet again engulfed by the light of Suzaku . . .
~*~
*Laughs* Okay, I have to elaborate on something here. *Shoots phone* I hate telephones . . . I came - this - close to experiencing my first kiss when . . . the freakin' phone rings! *Sighs* Not only was it going to be my first kiss but it was perfect! Just me and him . . . no outside influences . . . candles glowing . . . soft music playing . . . RING! *Dies* ( I have this thing about my first kiss being perfect, go figure. ) So anyway, this chapter is dedicated to telephones - the most horrible invention ever. ^^;
There are probably countless mistakes in this chapter cause I just got back from my Grandmother's funeral and tried to update at least sixteen different stories last night. Forgive me!
Again, as replies are welcome ( even flames - but I shall retaliate on your punk-ass ^_^- ). Thanks for reading!