Well, here's chapter 4. I wasn't to happy with the way this chapter turned
out but maybe a couple of nice reviews can perk me up. *Sighs* I just
wanna write fluffy lemon-ness, but you have to set the field before
playing. ^^; Anyway, all reviews are welcomed and greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer - Don't own it. ( Is it really necessary to post a disclaimer in every chapter?! )
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Chapter 4
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"Is Miaka okay?"
"Yes."
"Why would Suzaku send you to her?"
"I dunno'."
"Did everything seem normal?"
Tasuki actually pondered that question for a moment. "As normal as her world was before."
Chichiri gave his friend a skeptical look. The last time, and only time, they had seen her world it wasn't in the best condition. "No, I don't mean there are Beast Gods loose and destroying the place." Tasuki waved his arms frantically as little sweatdrops hung from his forehead.
"Then what do you mean, you know?"
Tasuki threw his hands up in defeat. "How the hell should I know if that damned place is normal or not?! All I know is Miaka didn't seem shaken up or nothing so I assume nothing is wrong!"
Tasuki bit his bottom lip. At least she didn't seem physically in danger. However, she did seem sadder and that radiant beam she usually had about her was dimmer. Tasuki lowered his head. Damn this was turning out to be more of a pain in the ass then telling Miaka good-bye.
Tasuki watched hopelessly as Chichiri continued to pace in front of him. Without his mask, the frown that tugged at his lips was more than an eyesore to his tired eyes.
"So, what happened when you arrived in her world?" Chichiri asked quietly.
Tasuki blushed and shrugged his shoulders, hoping he didn't reveal anything. "I came back here."
Before Chichiri could ring another string of questions around Tasuki's neck he grunted in irritation. Since he arrived back in his world he was forced to play this game with the overly protective monk. "Sheesh! What's with all the questions?!"
"Just curious, you know." Chichiri raised an eyebrow at his companion. "Nothing interesting happened?"
A gentle breeze tangled it fingers in Tasuki's hair but failed to cool that fiery temper of his. Tasuki gave his friend a glare and threw himself on his back, seeking the comfort of the soft grass. "No," he spat out.
Chichiri gave his friend a mischievous smile and replaced the mask. "I don't believe you, you know."
Tasuki blew out an annoyed sighed and gave a little chuckle. A fang peeked from behind his lips as he actually pondered if he'd call seeing Miaka fresh from a bath 'interesting'.
"Tasuki . . ." Chichiri stopped in his tracks and Tasuki gulped at the quietness that engulfed the warm afternoon. "I'm serious, you know."
Tasuki acknowledge the tone of his voice and sat up to meet the cheery face that Chichiri often wore. Chichiri wasn't ignorant to his deepest desire and it wasn't fair to leave him in the dark.
"Nothing," he said quietly.
Chichiri nodded and his aura seemed to calm down a little. "So, do you want to tell me what happened?"
Tasuki frowned more to himself than Chichiri. "Not really." It didn't take much convincing before the story spilled from his lips.
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"Taiitsu-kun!" Miaka cried happily, frantically brushing the wetness away from her face.
Taiitsu-kun chuckled in her deep rumble for a moment as she witnessed the Priestess fuss over her tears. "Child, stop that, it isn't really helping."
Miaka tilted her head in confusion until she noticed that she hadn't stopped crying, so no matter how many times she wiped her face she couldn't wipe away the moisture. Miaka blushed a little and gave a brave smile at the creator. "Sorry, I must look really silly."
Taiitsu-kun gave another rumble and shook her head. "Nothing out of the ordinary for me to witness."
Miaka stopped attacking the onslaught of tears and chuckled lightly. With a sigh she took in to perspective that it was really Taiitsu-kun in front of her, and it was Tasuki that had just a few moments ago departed. Immediately her sense of duty came through and her crying stopped. "Is something wrong, Taiitsu-kun?!"
Taiitsu-kun took a moment to shake her head and admire the Miko no Suzaku's courage. "Ah, right down to business." Miaka nodded violently. "What makes you so sure there's something wrong?"
Miaka shook her head. "There must be something wrong!" When all she was met with was Taiitsu-kun's stare Miaka sighed. "Tasuki shows up out of nowhere and then leaves just a unexpectedly and now YOU'RE here." Miaka clenched her fists as the silence left her confused.
"Do you really believe that you can fix everyone's problems?"
Miaka winced at the remark as a sweatdrop hung from her bangs. "Eh?" Where did that come from?
Taiitsu-kun chuckled. "If there was a problem I believe we could handle it ourselves. If not then Suzaku would have summoned you himself."
Miaka sat down on the couch and let out a long sigh. "You lost me."
Taiitsu-kun shrugged her shoulder, a movement that allowed the pink ribbons that hung around her shoulders to wince. "Not exactly a hard feat to accomplish."
Miaka whined loudly. First Tasuki's onslaught of passion and now Taiitsu- kun's cruel jokes. "This isn't fair!" Miaka threw her hands on her hips and glared at the old woman. " So why exactly are you here?!" Miaka and Taiitsu-kun both stood there in shocked silence. "I'm sorry," Miaka replied quietly, "I just don't understand anything that's going on."
"And there is much more that you won't." That caught Miaka's attention. "I'm afraid that many things will become more and more complicating."
Miaka gave her a perplexed look and lowered her shoulders. "Please, I honestly don't understand any of this. Is there something I need to do? Why was Tasuki sent here? Why are you here?"
"Yes, there is something you have to do but that will be explained later and . . ." Taiitsu-kun's left eye twitched just a little, "Tasuki wasn't sent here."
"Wha-" Miaka started but was cut off by Taiitsu-kun's 'humph!'.
"That hot head came here by himself!"
Miaka's eyes shifted slightly and then lowered to the floor. "How is that possible?" True, there was still a bond between the Priestess and her seishi but . . .
Taiitsu-kun gave a small chuckle. "More questions. And the answers must be left for later."
Miaka's blew hot air up from her mouth to play with her bangs. "Then what CAN be answered?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Miaka's fell over on her couch, her legs sticking up in a very comical manner. With a grunt she covered her face with a pillow. That crazy old woman wasn't making ANY sense! "Smumf . .wumph. Hmm . . ."
Taiitsu-kun frowned and sent a glare at Miaka that penetrated through the pillow. Miaka instantly shivered and sat up straight. "Something you'd like to share?" Taiitsu-kun ordered irritably.
Miaka chuckled lightly and threw a hand behind her head. "Nothing."
Taiitsu-kun nodded her head in understanding. "I came here to ask you a question."
"Not like a test, right?!" Miaka gave a dramatic pose and sighed. "To ask ME a question? You came all this way for that?! But I probably don't have the answer . . . like usual." Before Taiitsu-kun knew what hit her she was caught up in one of Miaka's rambles.
"Everyday I go to school and I sit in class hoping no one calls on me cause I don't know anything! It's amazing how I got in to school at all! I should probably give up now but Taka won't let me. 'College is extremely important . . . blah.'" Miaka frowned. " 'You're to caught up in those silly fantasies of yours that you can't even see reality . . . ' "
Before Miaka could continue a pillow covered her face. When Miaka gathered up the courage to remove the pillow she was met by one of Taiitsu-kun's no- nonsense stares. "Yes, I have a question for you."
Miaka matched her stare and sighed. "What?"
"Do you know what Suzaku's power is?"
Miaka sweatdropped. "I knew this would be like a pop quiz . . ." Miaka sighed and regained a more mature composure. "Suzaku's real power is love, right?"
Taiitsu-kun nodded slowly and gave an encouraging smile. "That answer is the key to many of your questions."
"Huh?" Miaka stood up and stomped her foot. "That doesn't help me any!"
"Ungrateful . . ."
" . . . old . . ."
They stared at each other for a moment until Taiitsu-kun shot Miaka a cold glare that chilled Miaka down to her toes. Miaka nervously chuckled. "Any other questions?"
Taiitsu-kun grunted angrily. "You know, I didn't even have to come here."
Miaka's bowed loyally. "And I'm most appreciative of seeing you again. I'm sorry for my attitude, I'm just tired and so many odd things have been happening lately . . . I'm afraid I can't keep up with it all."
Taiitsu-kun nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, I do have another question for you, but I don't want your answer now."
Miaka looked up at the creator and shook her head. "What is that?"
Taiitsu-kun grinned at her, or at least it seemed to be a grin. It was hard to tell because the old woman started disappearing. "Do you believe in Suzaku's power?"
With the question still ringing freshly in Miaka's ear the familiar face was as visible as air.
"Do I believe in Suzaku's power?" Miaka repeated the question, lightly touching her chest.
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Taka threw his hands in his hair with a grunt. "You really can be a jerk at times, you know that?" he rumbled loudly to his reflection in the mirror across the room.
Taka flopped down on his bed and rested his head against the cool wall. Time and time again they fought like this. And everytime he was the one that seemed like the bad guy. Sure he was mad at Miaka. Who in their right mind wouldn't be? That afternoon he was told that he invited to a special class that trained it's students in the latest accounting programs. Every since he could remember he wanted to be successful business man. This was just another step in achieving his goals.
He had called Miaka, hoping she would be just as excited as he was. Taka groaned and threw his hands up in defeat. All she could think of was this dance. Taka brought his arms behind his head and rested it upon them while letting out a hearty sigh. It wasn't like he hadn't taken her to any social events before. This dance wouldn't be any different than the others.
"Hmph, what difference does it make?" Taka grunted out in a manly snort. His pride was still pretty hurt from their last phone call. He could somewhat understand her frustration about not going to the dance but . . . Taka's face fell in to a frown. She didn't even listen to him. Sure, she heard that he wasn't going to be here for the dance but after that she didn't even hear him out. He figured she'd be hurt but he thought she'd bounce right back and support him like she always did.
"Miaka," Taka sighed to himself. An ominous feeling passed over him as he closed his eyes and fell in to a deep, restless slumber.
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End. ^_^- Okay, I promise to write a LONG chapter next time. I'll post it before the end of next week, PROMISE!!!! ^^; Thanks to all the wonderful reviews I've been receiving. *HUGS* ( Ya notice that I like the CAPS button? )
Disclaimer - Don't own it. ( Is it really necessary to post a disclaimer in every chapter?! )
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Chapter 4
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"Is Miaka okay?"
"Yes."
"Why would Suzaku send you to her?"
"I dunno'."
"Did everything seem normal?"
Tasuki actually pondered that question for a moment. "As normal as her world was before."
Chichiri gave his friend a skeptical look. The last time, and only time, they had seen her world it wasn't in the best condition. "No, I don't mean there are Beast Gods loose and destroying the place." Tasuki waved his arms frantically as little sweatdrops hung from his forehead.
"Then what do you mean, you know?"
Tasuki threw his hands up in defeat. "How the hell should I know if that damned place is normal or not?! All I know is Miaka didn't seem shaken up or nothing so I assume nothing is wrong!"
Tasuki bit his bottom lip. At least she didn't seem physically in danger. However, she did seem sadder and that radiant beam she usually had about her was dimmer. Tasuki lowered his head. Damn this was turning out to be more of a pain in the ass then telling Miaka good-bye.
Tasuki watched hopelessly as Chichiri continued to pace in front of him. Without his mask, the frown that tugged at his lips was more than an eyesore to his tired eyes.
"So, what happened when you arrived in her world?" Chichiri asked quietly.
Tasuki blushed and shrugged his shoulders, hoping he didn't reveal anything. "I came back here."
Before Chichiri could ring another string of questions around Tasuki's neck he grunted in irritation. Since he arrived back in his world he was forced to play this game with the overly protective monk. "Sheesh! What's with all the questions?!"
"Just curious, you know." Chichiri raised an eyebrow at his companion. "Nothing interesting happened?"
A gentle breeze tangled it fingers in Tasuki's hair but failed to cool that fiery temper of his. Tasuki gave his friend a glare and threw himself on his back, seeking the comfort of the soft grass. "No," he spat out.
Chichiri gave his friend a mischievous smile and replaced the mask. "I don't believe you, you know."
Tasuki blew out an annoyed sighed and gave a little chuckle. A fang peeked from behind his lips as he actually pondered if he'd call seeing Miaka fresh from a bath 'interesting'.
"Tasuki . . ." Chichiri stopped in his tracks and Tasuki gulped at the quietness that engulfed the warm afternoon. "I'm serious, you know."
Tasuki acknowledge the tone of his voice and sat up to meet the cheery face that Chichiri often wore. Chichiri wasn't ignorant to his deepest desire and it wasn't fair to leave him in the dark.
"Nothing," he said quietly.
Chichiri nodded and his aura seemed to calm down a little. "So, do you want to tell me what happened?"
Tasuki frowned more to himself than Chichiri. "Not really." It didn't take much convincing before the story spilled from his lips.
~*~
"Taiitsu-kun!" Miaka cried happily, frantically brushing the wetness away from her face.
Taiitsu-kun chuckled in her deep rumble for a moment as she witnessed the Priestess fuss over her tears. "Child, stop that, it isn't really helping."
Miaka tilted her head in confusion until she noticed that she hadn't stopped crying, so no matter how many times she wiped her face she couldn't wipe away the moisture. Miaka blushed a little and gave a brave smile at the creator. "Sorry, I must look really silly."
Taiitsu-kun gave another rumble and shook her head. "Nothing out of the ordinary for me to witness."
Miaka stopped attacking the onslaught of tears and chuckled lightly. With a sigh she took in to perspective that it was really Taiitsu-kun in front of her, and it was Tasuki that had just a few moments ago departed. Immediately her sense of duty came through and her crying stopped. "Is something wrong, Taiitsu-kun?!"
Taiitsu-kun took a moment to shake her head and admire the Miko no Suzaku's courage. "Ah, right down to business." Miaka nodded violently. "What makes you so sure there's something wrong?"
Miaka shook her head. "There must be something wrong!" When all she was met with was Taiitsu-kun's stare Miaka sighed. "Tasuki shows up out of nowhere and then leaves just a unexpectedly and now YOU'RE here." Miaka clenched her fists as the silence left her confused.
"Do you really believe that you can fix everyone's problems?"
Miaka winced at the remark as a sweatdrop hung from her bangs. "Eh?" Where did that come from?
Taiitsu-kun chuckled. "If there was a problem I believe we could handle it ourselves. If not then Suzaku would have summoned you himself."
Miaka sat down on the couch and let out a long sigh. "You lost me."
Taiitsu-kun shrugged her shoulder, a movement that allowed the pink ribbons that hung around her shoulders to wince. "Not exactly a hard feat to accomplish."
Miaka whined loudly. First Tasuki's onslaught of passion and now Taiitsu- kun's cruel jokes. "This isn't fair!" Miaka threw her hands on her hips and glared at the old woman. " So why exactly are you here?!" Miaka and Taiitsu-kun both stood there in shocked silence. "I'm sorry," Miaka replied quietly, "I just don't understand anything that's going on."
"And there is much more that you won't." That caught Miaka's attention. "I'm afraid that many things will become more and more complicating."
Miaka gave her a perplexed look and lowered her shoulders. "Please, I honestly don't understand any of this. Is there something I need to do? Why was Tasuki sent here? Why are you here?"
"Yes, there is something you have to do but that will be explained later and . . ." Taiitsu-kun's left eye twitched just a little, "Tasuki wasn't sent here."
"Wha-" Miaka started but was cut off by Taiitsu-kun's 'humph!'.
"That hot head came here by himself!"
Miaka's eyes shifted slightly and then lowered to the floor. "How is that possible?" True, there was still a bond between the Priestess and her seishi but . . .
Taiitsu-kun gave a small chuckle. "More questions. And the answers must be left for later."
Miaka's blew hot air up from her mouth to play with her bangs. "Then what CAN be answered?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Miaka's fell over on her couch, her legs sticking up in a very comical manner. With a grunt she covered her face with a pillow. That crazy old woman wasn't making ANY sense! "Smumf . .wumph. Hmm . . ."
Taiitsu-kun frowned and sent a glare at Miaka that penetrated through the pillow. Miaka instantly shivered and sat up straight. "Something you'd like to share?" Taiitsu-kun ordered irritably.
Miaka chuckled lightly and threw a hand behind her head. "Nothing."
Taiitsu-kun nodded her head in understanding. "I came here to ask you a question."
"Not like a test, right?!" Miaka gave a dramatic pose and sighed. "To ask ME a question? You came all this way for that?! But I probably don't have the answer . . . like usual." Before Taiitsu-kun knew what hit her she was caught up in one of Miaka's rambles.
"Everyday I go to school and I sit in class hoping no one calls on me cause I don't know anything! It's amazing how I got in to school at all! I should probably give up now but Taka won't let me. 'College is extremely important . . . blah.'" Miaka frowned. " 'You're to caught up in those silly fantasies of yours that you can't even see reality . . . ' "
Before Miaka could continue a pillow covered her face. When Miaka gathered up the courage to remove the pillow she was met by one of Taiitsu-kun's no- nonsense stares. "Yes, I have a question for you."
Miaka matched her stare and sighed. "What?"
"Do you know what Suzaku's power is?"
Miaka sweatdropped. "I knew this would be like a pop quiz . . ." Miaka sighed and regained a more mature composure. "Suzaku's real power is love, right?"
Taiitsu-kun nodded slowly and gave an encouraging smile. "That answer is the key to many of your questions."
"Huh?" Miaka stood up and stomped her foot. "That doesn't help me any!"
"Ungrateful . . ."
" . . . old . . ."
They stared at each other for a moment until Taiitsu-kun shot Miaka a cold glare that chilled Miaka down to her toes. Miaka nervously chuckled. "Any other questions?"
Taiitsu-kun grunted angrily. "You know, I didn't even have to come here."
Miaka's bowed loyally. "And I'm most appreciative of seeing you again. I'm sorry for my attitude, I'm just tired and so many odd things have been happening lately . . . I'm afraid I can't keep up with it all."
Taiitsu-kun nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, I do have another question for you, but I don't want your answer now."
Miaka looked up at the creator and shook her head. "What is that?"
Taiitsu-kun grinned at her, or at least it seemed to be a grin. It was hard to tell because the old woman started disappearing. "Do you believe in Suzaku's power?"
With the question still ringing freshly in Miaka's ear the familiar face was as visible as air.
"Do I believe in Suzaku's power?" Miaka repeated the question, lightly touching her chest.
~*~
Taka threw his hands in his hair with a grunt. "You really can be a jerk at times, you know that?" he rumbled loudly to his reflection in the mirror across the room.
Taka flopped down on his bed and rested his head against the cool wall. Time and time again they fought like this. And everytime he was the one that seemed like the bad guy. Sure he was mad at Miaka. Who in their right mind wouldn't be? That afternoon he was told that he invited to a special class that trained it's students in the latest accounting programs. Every since he could remember he wanted to be successful business man. This was just another step in achieving his goals.
He had called Miaka, hoping she would be just as excited as he was. Taka groaned and threw his hands up in defeat. All she could think of was this dance. Taka brought his arms behind his head and rested it upon them while letting out a hearty sigh. It wasn't like he hadn't taken her to any social events before. This dance wouldn't be any different than the others.
"Hmph, what difference does it make?" Taka grunted out in a manly snort. His pride was still pretty hurt from their last phone call. He could somewhat understand her frustration about not going to the dance but . . . Taka's face fell in to a frown. She didn't even listen to him. Sure, she heard that he wasn't going to be here for the dance but after that she didn't even hear him out. He figured she'd be hurt but he thought she'd bounce right back and support him like she always did.
"Miaka," Taka sighed to himself. An ominous feeling passed over him as he closed his eyes and fell in to a deep, restless slumber.
~*~
End. ^_^- Okay, I promise to write a LONG chapter next time. I'll post it before the end of next week, PROMISE!!!! ^^; Thanks to all the wonderful reviews I've been receiving. *HUGS* ( Ya notice that I like the CAPS button? )