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Let me apologize for the second chapter. It wasn't quite up to par with what I had envisioned. I promise I'll do better from now on! ^_^; I guess as a sorry, I wrote jus' a lil' bit more. To lazy to add it to my other chapter so this have ta' be Chapter 3. -= Curse my laziness!=-
Disclaimers - Refer back to the other 2 chapters.
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Chapter 3
Tasuki pulled Miaka hard against his body and held back his own heated cries. No. He couldn't do this again. Damn Suzaku and his rules. Fuck the differences between her worlds and his, all he wanted was to be with her, no matter what the consequences.
"Miaka," he whispered huskily in to her ear, the light still glowing brightly around him. "Come back with me."
Miaka closed her eyes to prevent the tears from crashing down. Tasuki felt his heart shatter when she didn't answer him. He didn't want to leave Miaka again. He softly pressed his lips to her forehead. "Come back with me," he pleaded when he found her eyes burning in to his.
"I can't," she whispered.
"Please, Miaka," he mumbled desperately as he buried his face in her hair and breathed in the flowery scent. That's just how she made him feel. Desperate. Nothing more than a shell of a man, empty and cold. And at the moment that's exactly what he was.
"Don't make this harder than it is," she mumbled, caressing the side of his neck with her fingers. 'Harder than it is,' Miaka scolded herself, 'it shouldn't be hard at all when you've got Taka waiting for you to call him back, you baka!' Why the hell was this so hard?! Tasuki belonged back in the book and she belonged her in her world.
She blushed when she noticed that his eyes were still pouring in to hers. Did he know what she was thinking?
Sadly, he did. He was able to read it plain and clear. There was no denying the passion and longing desire that hide themselves in her eyes, but that's all it would ever be.
He pushed her away roughly and wrapped his arms around himself. "I understand," he muttered, "no need for anymore words."
"But Tasuki," Miaka pleaded, feelings quite lonely without Suzaku's power engulfing her. Or was it because she wasn't in Tasuki's arms?
"I refuse to be responsible for anymore tears," he yelled at her angrily. "I can't stand seeing you cry! It was stupid for me to even hope you would want to be with me!"
Miaka's hand flew to clutch her shirt at her chest. "But . . ." Miaka trailed off as soon as she started. But what? He was right, they were destined to always be apart. Her heart already belonged to Taka. It was unfair for her to continue showing him something he could never have. "I understand," she whispered a bit to quietly.
Tasuki only nodded his head and gave her a weary smile. "It'll be alright Mi-chan. When I'm gone you just pretend it was all a dream . . ." a fang crept out and gleamed at her mischievously, "or a nightmare, which ever you prefer."
Miaka smiled bravely at him. Again he was sacrificing himself for her feelings and leaving her with a courageous smile. They both knew his time in her world wouldn't last more than a minute longer. Then he'd be gone and the whole incident forgotten. Or would it? How could Miaka ignore the sensations he had brought out in her? Would it be possible for her to share an intimate moment with Taka and not miss his fangs, his warmth, . . . him.
While deep in thought Tasuki sighed. He was already beginning to fade and still she closed herself off to him. 'What the hell did ya think she'd do? Throw herself at your feet and beg for you to take her for yours? Wake the fuck up.' He gulped as her head lifted and gazed at him with new tears. No. He couldn't be brave for her if she cried. In reply, a tear slide down her face and poisoned it's gentle glow. "NO, you little baka! I told you not to cry!"
Miaka shrugged her shoulders and gave him a weak grin. That sure as hell didn't help matters. "Miaka, don't you dare do this now!" Tasuki cried in frustration. His yelling did help matters any more. Her bottom lip started quivering and a small whimper crawled from her lips.
He looked down and noticed what had upset her so. Already he could see through himself. He looked up at Miaka in a panic. Sure, he could be strong. He could get over it with time, or he sure as hell try. But who would be there for Miaka? Would she tell Taka he was here? He gulped at that thought. How much would she tell him? Would Taka hate him? While Tasuki told himself her being with him was a dream, somewhere deep inside told him he was wrong. Therefore, he had taken Miaka in to his embrace knowing the consequences. Hell, forget if Taka hated him, would Miaka? He didn't think he could take them hating him.
Suddenly he was hit with pure jealously. She'd be with him again. His thoughts flew back to her conversation on the plastic device. She looked so dazed and sad when she was talking to him. Was that how it always was? No fucking way! Taka and Miaka's love withstood the test of time. 'Then why are you interfering, dumbass?'
That was one question he couldn't answer, or at least truthfully admit. He still loved Miaka, deeply and there was no cure. He had tried very hard but she was always there, haunting his fantasies, playing with his heart.
"Tasuki?" a soft voice whimpered sadly. Tasuki brought his head up and gazed upon the small, fragile creature that stood before him.
"Mi-chan . . ."
She bite her bottom lip and the onslaught of tears came tumbling down. "Don't leave me!"
Tasuki's blinked back his confusion. Did he hear her right? He sighed as he caught glimpse of his body. No she couldn't see him anymore, it was time to return to the empty life that awaited him.
"TASUKI!"
He closed his eyes and allowed his unspoken tears fall. Dammit. Everytime they had parted ways she had left him with the image of her crying. He didn't deserve her tears, they were to pure for a leech like himself.
"Tasuki . . . please don't leave . . ." was the last thing he heard. Followed by uncontrolled sobs.
He let out a howl of pure anguish as the flames of Suzaku's power set him ablaze.
Miaka fell to her knees where he once stood and listened to his echoing call. Why did this hurt so damned much?! Why would Suzaku send him here, only to take him away?
Miaka's heart jumped. Suzaku wouldn't have done that for no reason. What was going on and why was her heart still pounding?
Then it hit her, like a ton of bricks. No matter how long she had tried to push it back, she couldn't deny it anymore. She was in love with her fiery warrior of the mountains.
She tightened her fists and pounded them against the carpeted floor. No! She couldn't love him! Sure, she loved all her Senshi but . . . not like that.
An old, warm voice chuckled around her. "Ah, but you loved Tamahome, didn't you?" A gasp flew from her mouth as she stared at a wise, familiar face.
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Heh, cliffhanger ( or not ). ^^- Anyway, this is an apology chapter. Lots of romantic stuff and fluff and anguish. I hope you can forgive me!
Let me apologize for the second chapter. It wasn't quite up to par with what I had envisioned. I promise I'll do better from now on! ^_^; I guess as a sorry, I wrote jus' a lil' bit more. To lazy to add it to my other chapter so this have ta' be Chapter 3. -= Curse my laziness!=-
Disclaimers - Refer back to the other 2 chapters.
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Chapter 3
Tasuki pulled Miaka hard against his body and held back his own heated cries. No. He couldn't do this again. Damn Suzaku and his rules. Fuck the differences between her worlds and his, all he wanted was to be with her, no matter what the consequences.
"Miaka," he whispered huskily in to her ear, the light still glowing brightly around him. "Come back with me."
Miaka closed her eyes to prevent the tears from crashing down. Tasuki felt his heart shatter when she didn't answer him. He didn't want to leave Miaka again. He softly pressed his lips to her forehead. "Come back with me," he pleaded when he found her eyes burning in to his.
"I can't," she whispered.
"Please, Miaka," he mumbled desperately as he buried his face in her hair and breathed in the flowery scent. That's just how she made him feel. Desperate. Nothing more than a shell of a man, empty and cold. And at the moment that's exactly what he was.
"Don't make this harder than it is," she mumbled, caressing the side of his neck with her fingers. 'Harder than it is,' Miaka scolded herself, 'it shouldn't be hard at all when you've got Taka waiting for you to call him back, you baka!' Why the hell was this so hard?! Tasuki belonged back in the book and she belonged her in her world.
She blushed when she noticed that his eyes were still pouring in to hers. Did he know what she was thinking?
Sadly, he did. He was able to read it plain and clear. There was no denying the passion and longing desire that hide themselves in her eyes, but that's all it would ever be.
He pushed her away roughly and wrapped his arms around himself. "I understand," he muttered, "no need for anymore words."
"But Tasuki," Miaka pleaded, feelings quite lonely without Suzaku's power engulfing her. Or was it because she wasn't in Tasuki's arms?
"I refuse to be responsible for anymore tears," he yelled at her angrily. "I can't stand seeing you cry! It was stupid for me to even hope you would want to be with me!"
Miaka's hand flew to clutch her shirt at her chest. "But . . ." Miaka trailed off as soon as she started. But what? He was right, they were destined to always be apart. Her heart already belonged to Taka. It was unfair for her to continue showing him something he could never have. "I understand," she whispered a bit to quietly.
Tasuki only nodded his head and gave her a weary smile. "It'll be alright Mi-chan. When I'm gone you just pretend it was all a dream . . ." a fang crept out and gleamed at her mischievously, "or a nightmare, which ever you prefer."
Miaka smiled bravely at him. Again he was sacrificing himself for her feelings and leaving her with a courageous smile. They both knew his time in her world wouldn't last more than a minute longer. Then he'd be gone and the whole incident forgotten. Or would it? How could Miaka ignore the sensations he had brought out in her? Would it be possible for her to share an intimate moment with Taka and not miss his fangs, his warmth, . . . him.
While deep in thought Tasuki sighed. He was already beginning to fade and still she closed herself off to him. 'What the hell did ya think she'd do? Throw herself at your feet and beg for you to take her for yours? Wake the fuck up.' He gulped as her head lifted and gazed at him with new tears. No. He couldn't be brave for her if she cried. In reply, a tear slide down her face and poisoned it's gentle glow. "NO, you little baka! I told you not to cry!"
Miaka shrugged her shoulders and gave him a weak grin. That sure as hell didn't help matters. "Miaka, don't you dare do this now!" Tasuki cried in frustration. His yelling did help matters any more. Her bottom lip started quivering and a small whimper crawled from her lips.
He looked down and noticed what had upset her so. Already he could see through himself. He looked up at Miaka in a panic. Sure, he could be strong. He could get over it with time, or he sure as hell try. But who would be there for Miaka? Would she tell Taka he was here? He gulped at that thought. How much would she tell him? Would Taka hate him? While Tasuki told himself her being with him was a dream, somewhere deep inside told him he was wrong. Therefore, he had taken Miaka in to his embrace knowing the consequences. Hell, forget if Taka hated him, would Miaka? He didn't think he could take them hating him.
Suddenly he was hit with pure jealously. She'd be with him again. His thoughts flew back to her conversation on the plastic device. She looked so dazed and sad when she was talking to him. Was that how it always was? No fucking way! Taka and Miaka's love withstood the test of time. 'Then why are you interfering, dumbass?'
That was one question he couldn't answer, or at least truthfully admit. He still loved Miaka, deeply and there was no cure. He had tried very hard but she was always there, haunting his fantasies, playing with his heart.
"Tasuki?" a soft voice whimpered sadly. Tasuki brought his head up and gazed upon the small, fragile creature that stood before him.
"Mi-chan . . ."
She bite her bottom lip and the onslaught of tears came tumbling down. "Don't leave me!"
Tasuki's blinked back his confusion. Did he hear her right? He sighed as he caught glimpse of his body. No she couldn't see him anymore, it was time to return to the empty life that awaited him.
"TASUKI!"
He closed his eyes and allowed his unspoken tears fall. Dammit. Everytime they had parted ways she had left him with the image of her crying. He didn't deserve her tears, they were to pure for a leech like himself.
"Tasuki . . . please don't leave . . ." was the last thing he heard. Followed by uncontrolled sobs.
He let out a howl of pure anguish as the flames of Suzaku's power set him ablaze.
Miaka fell to her knees where he once stood and listened to his echoing call. Why did this hurt so damned much?! Why would Suzaku send him here, only to take him away?
Miaka's heart jumped. Suzaku wouldn't have done that for no reason. What was going on and why was her heart still pounding?
Then it hit her, like a ton of bricks. No matter how long she had tried to push it back, she couldn't deny it anymore. She was in love with her fiery warrior of the mountains.
She tightened her fists and pounded them against the carpeted floor. No! She couldn't love him! Sure, she loved all her Senshi but . . . not like that.
An old, warm voice chuckled around her. "Ah, but you loved Tamahome, didn't you?" A gasp flew from her mouth as she stared at a wise, familiar face.
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Heh, cliffhanger ( or not ). ^^- Anyway, this is an apology chapter. Lots of romantic stuff and fluff and anguish. I hope you can forgive me!