Love
Written By: HoshiHikari4ever
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Chapter 2
Chichiri gazed after his miko, and placed on his mask, concealing a broad smile.
A beautiful, young 18 year old sat in the courtyard. His long, black hair was tied up at his waist. He was staring straight at sky, lost in thoughts. Miaka. The only women I think about, day after day, night after night. The only person that I love. I've loved you, even before you appeared in this world. I loved you since I were young, a small child. I loved the girl from the legends. Now that you appeared, I love you even more. Miaka…Miaka did you know that I loved you too? Did you know that Miaka? No I don't think so, you only have eyes for another man. Another man since you first arrived: Tamahome. Angry rose at the thought of the ogre. He picked up a rock and threw in at the floor. The rock fell and shattered into tiny pieces. Tamahome…Tamahome, why him? Why do you love him so. I love you too. What makes my love different? What can he do, that I can't. What is it that I lack? Nothing. I lack nothing. I am beautiful and powerful, gentle yet strong. I can provide you much more, then what he'll be able to do. Yet Miaka, you love him and not me… why, oh why. Tamahome, what is it that you have and I don't. I can tell you, you have nothing, or at least will have nothing now, not after what you did to Miaka…More angry rose as he thought of what happened to Miaka in Kuto. What you did to Miaka in Kuto is unacceptable, even if Mitsukake is correct and that you are under the influence of koduoku. I'll have my revenge, if we ever meet again Tamahome. I won't forgive you for what you did to Miaka. I swear I'll kill you for it, even if heaven had meant us to be friends. His thoughts switched to Miaka again. Miaka…Miaka…Tamahome's gone now for sure. I know that you love him, but you must accept the fact that he's gone forever. I know that this is going to be hard, but I'll help you through this, help you heal that dark and ugly scar he left in your heart. Miaka, I'll cheer you up, comfort you. You can always come to me. I'm always here for you…I love you Miaka…all I wish is for you to love me. He heaved in a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting out a soft sigh.
"Hotohori?" The man looked up. His eyes sparkled and lit up at the sight of Miaka. "Miaka" The girl nodded. "Hotohori?" "Hm…" "Are you busy?" "Of course not." He patted next to him, motioning her to sit down. "Do you mind if I talk to you?" She ignored his hand that patted next to him. "No problem…" Hotohori stood up. "We can talk in my private chambers…we can have more privacy there." Miaka nodded, blushing slightly. Hotohori smiled, beaming down on her. Taking Miaka's left hand with his right, the two walked side by side, to his private chambers.
"You there," Hotohori said to two guards at the front of his door. "Your highness…" The two bowed low, paying their respects to the emperor. "Do not let anyone in without my permission. I do not wish to be disturbed by anyone, including the senshi." Miaka felt his grip tighten. "Understand?" "Yes, you highness, as you wish."
Hotohori closed the door behind him. Turing around, he saw Miaka sitting on his bed. She gave the bed a pat, signaling him to sit down next to her. He placed down his sword on the table before sitting down, wondering what she wished to speak about. Miaka…he had defiantly noticed a change in her. Miaka are you the same, the same Miaka that I've known before you left for Kuto? No…Miaka, I know that you change, how I am not sure. Hopefully changed for the better. You've been coming to me lately, trying to find comfort in my arms. I wouldn't blame you, I mean after what Tamahome did, but still, I can feel it, you're starting to become more open to me, trying to get closer. Yet, is it because you love me or is it because you have no one else to turn to, no one else that understands you as well as I. True, compared to the others, the senshi, besides Tamahome, I've been the one closest to you. I always was, and I always will be. I love you Miaka. I'll help you through this even if you don't love me. I love you. As long as you, Miaka is happy, then I'll be too. I'll be your friend, companion, senshi, emperor and maybe just maybe the man who you'll love forever, the man in your dreams, like you are the women in my dreams, then just maybe… maybe you will fall in love with me and we can become one: man and wife.
"Hotohori… Hotohori… Hotohori?" The young man looked up at Miaka. "I don't know what to do now. I'm lost and scared." He pulled her closer. "I'm here for you Miaka…". "I know that, but that night, that I returned to Konan from Kuto, the night that I said my goodbyes to Tamahome…" He held on tighter. "Yes that night, the night he broke your heart…" "I… I don't know if I'll ever be able to get over him the lost of my love…it really hurts and I feel so lonely as if I lost everything, everyone that I loved I cared for…." "I'm here for you Miaka." "There's no point in living anymore…" "That's not true Miaka…" "I feel that way at least, as if I'm not loved anymore…." Hotohori turned to face her. He gently, but firmly pinned her onto his bed. Leaning on top of her he whispered. "I love you Miaka. I've always loved you and always will. There's nothing that can hold back my feelings for you, not when Tamahome's gone." Miaka felt her heart give a huge jolt. Yeah, that's right. Hotohori loves me. He's loved me ever since heaven knows when…and I, I've shunted him away ignoring my feelings that I had for him, because of Tamahome…yet his feelings never changed for me and it only seems to grow stronger. "I love you Miaka, and this love will never die." He cautiously leaned closer, observing her ever movement. "I'll help you through this. I'll comfort you, love you and mend that wound that he gave…" Comfort…love, that is exactly and all I need now. How I missed being comforted and loved, not only by Tamahome, but also by Hotohori. "Miaka, please.. I love you…I'll help you forget about him. Let me find a way, no I will find a way to make you love me…" Bending over, Hotohori gave his beloved miko a kiss. At first, he felt a wall of resistance and a bit of a struggle from Miaka. That's right, Hotohori's always loved me…and Tamahome is gone forever. It's true, everybody's worried about me because he ditched me, and they all want me to heal. Heal from his wounds by falling in love with another. Maybe this is possible, possible for me to fall in love with Hotohori. Slowly and carefully, the barrier melted away, by his kiss. Besides, I've always secretly loved him…right? Yes, I think it's about time that I moved on…forget about Tamahome, he's gone. Maybe then I can truly be true to one man, to my own heart. Wasn't that what Hotohori said, that only one man can truly love me. Yes, I think this is best for all of us, best for me, Hotohori and Tamahome. Besides, Hotohori's always and truly loves me, I should return the plea for love, that's the least I should do now. With her decision made, she lifted up her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. Miaka then gently, responded to the emperor's pleading kiss, and for the first time, she kissed back. The two sat there, locked in a kiss. "Aligatou…Hotohori…" Miaka said when the kiss broke. "Thank you…Hotohori…" The emperor beamed at her. Leaning closer she whisperer, "Have I ever told you that I loved you…" His eyes widened. " that I tried to conceal the feelings that I had for you?" "Yes, I've always known it…all I did was try to make you realize them." "and I'm glad I did"
The emperor slowly moved his hands, down Miaka's kimono, unbuttoning, and unzipping it. Then he carefully lifted her up and took off her kimono, before gently laying her down, leaving her bra and underwear untouched. As he did so, Miaka too pealed off the layers of garments that the he wore, frowning slightly at the amount of layers. Hotohori noticed it and kissed her forehead, making the frown disappear. "Frowning creates wrinkles and it is unbeautiful." Miaka smiled, taking off his last layer, feeling his bare, and slightly muscled chest, admiring his perfectly built body. "Beautiful" "Beautiful…you are beautiful Miaka." She smiled, her hands landed on his waist, tugging slightly at his pants. The emperor's hands landed on top of her own, looking up she saw him shake his head, a slight blush could be seen. Miaka hastily let go, she too was blushing. Baka Miaka baka. What was I thinking? Baka Miaka, I sure am an idiot. " Remember our titles, Miaka. Your position and what you must be…" "that's right you are the emperor of Konan and I'm just a commoner." "No Miaka that is not what I meant, not that position, that is not what is holding us back." The two blushed again. "I'm the priestess of Suzaku and you're one of my senshi, my senshi Hotohori…and in order to summon Suzaku I must be a…a" Miaka felt herself blush more then ever. She hid her face in his chest. "Exactly…but after our mission, Miaka, after Suzaku is summoned." he spoke softly, stroking her hair, "after he is summoned then I want to have you as my wife…" his voice trailed off, afraid of another rejection. To his surprised she nudged closer, and murmured, "My pleasure." My heart leapt with joy at her consent. I felt my whole world brighten around me, nothing could ruin this special moment. I felt as if I truly lacked nothing now, and nothing could ruin this special moment. Even if I die just here and now, I would be happy. Lifting up his miko's chin, he bent down and kissed her, murmuring, " Wo Ai Ni Miaka." "Wo Ai Ni too, Hotohori."
The door gave a sudden creak. It fell, slamming onto the floor, causing, dust and debris to fly everywhere.
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Alright! So what do you think? Read and Review!
Written By: HoshiHikari4ever
Please Read and Review!
Chapter 2
Chichiri gazed after his miko, and placed on his mask, concealing a broad smile.
A beautiful, young 18 year old sat in the courtyard. His long, black hair was tied up at his waist. He was staring straight at sky, lost in thoughts. Miaka. The only women I think about, day after day, night after night. The only person that I love. I've loved you, even before you appeared in this world. I loved you since I were young, a small child. I loved the girl from the legends. Now that you appeared, I love you even more. Miaka…Miaka did you know that I loved you too? Did you know that Miaka? No I don't think so, you only have eyes for another man. Another man since you first arrived: Tamahome. Angry rose at the thought of the ogre. He picked up a rock and threw in at the floor. The rock fell and shattered into tiny pieces. Tamahome…Tamahome, why him? Why do you love him so. I love you too. What makes my love different? What can he do, that I can't. What is it that I lack? Nothing. I lack nothing. I am beautiful and powerful, gentle yet strong. I can provide you much more, then what he'll be able to do. Yet Miaka, you love him and not me… why, oh why. Tamahome, what is it that you have and I don't. I can tell you, you have nothing, or at least will have nothing now, not after what you did to Miaka…More angry rose as he thought of what happened to Miaka in Kuto. What you did to Miaka in Kuto is unacceptable, even if Mitsukake is correct and that you are under the influence of koduoku. I'll have my revenge, if we ever meet again Tamahome. I won't forgive you for what you did to Miaka. I swear I'll kill you for it, even if heaven had meant us to be friends. His thoughts switched to Miaka again. Miaka…Miaka…Tamahome's gone now for sure. I know that you love him, but you must accept the fact that he's gone forever. I know that this is going to be hard, but I'll help you through this, help you heal that dark and ugly scar he left in your heart. Miaka, I'll cheer you up, comfort you. You can always come to me. I'm always here for you…I love you Miaka…all I wish is for you to love me. He heaved in a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting out a soft sigh.
"Hotohori?" The man looked up. His eyes sparkled and lit up at the sight of Miaka. "Miaka" The girl nodded. "Hotohori?" "Hm…" "Are you busy?" "Of course not." He patted next to him, motioning her to sit down. "Do you mind if I talk to you?" She ignored his hand that patted next to him. "No problem…" Hotohori stood up. "We can talk in my private chambers…we can have more privacy there." Miaka nodded, blushing slightly. Hotohori smiled, beaming down on her. Taking Miaka's left hand with his right, the two walked side by side, to his private chambers.
"You there," Hotohori said to two guards at the front of his door. "Your highness…" The two bowed low, paying their respects to the emperor. "Do not let anyone in without my permission. I do not wish to be disturbed by anyone, including the senshi." Miaka felt his grip tighten. "Understand?" "Yes, you highness, as you wish."
Hotohori closed the door behind him. Turing around, he saw Miaka sitting on his bed. She gave the bed a pat, signaling him to sit down next to her. He placed down his sword on the table before sitting down, wondering what she wished to speak about. Miaka…he had defiantly noticed a change in her. Miaka are you the same, the same Miaka that I've known before you left for Kuto? No…Miaka, I know that you change, how I am not sure. Hopefully changed for the better. You've been coming to me lately, trying to find comfort in my arms. I wouldn't blame you, I mean after what Tamahome did, but still, I can feel it, you're starting to become more open to me, trying to get closer. Yet, is it because you love me or is it because you have no one else to turn to, no one else that understands you as well as I. True, compared to the others, the senshi, besides Tamahome, I've been the one closest to you. I always was, and I always will be. I love you Miaka. I'll help you through this even if you don't love me. I love you. As long as you, Miaka is happy, then I'll be too. I'll be your friend, companion, senshi, emperor and maybe just maybe the man who you'll love forever, the man in your dreams, like you are the women in my dreams, then just maybe… maybe you will fall in love with me and we can become one: man and wife.
"Hotohori… Hotohori… Hotohori?" The young man looked up at Miaka. "I don't know what to do now. I'm lost and scared." He pulled her closer. "I'm here for you Miaka…". "I know that, but that night, that I returned to Konan from Kuto, the night that I said my goodbyes to Tamahome…" He held on tighter. "Yes that night, the night he broke your heart…" "I… I don't know if I'll ever be able to get over him the lost of my love…it really hurts and I feel so lonely as if I lost everything, everyone that I loved I cared for…." "I'm here for you Miaka." "There's no point in living anymore…" "That's not true Miaka…" "I feel that way at least, as if I'm not loved anymore…." Hotohori turned to face her. He gently, but firmly pinned her onto his bed. Leaning on top of her he whispered. "I love you Miaka. I've always loved you and always will. There's nothing that can hold back my feelings for you, not when Tamahome's gone." Miaka felt her heart give a huge jolt. Yeah, that's right. Hotohori loves me. He's loved me ever since heaven knows when…and I, I've shunted him away ignoring my feelings that I had for him, because of Tamahome…yet his feelings never changed for me and it only seems to grow stronger. "I love you Miaka, and this love will never die." He cautiously leaned closer, observing her ever movement. "I'll help you through this. I'll comfort you, love you and mend that wound that he gave…" Comfort…love, that is exactly and all I need now. How I missed being comforted and loved, not only by Tamahome, but also by Hotohori. "Miaka, please.. I love you…I'll help you forget about him. Let me find a way, no I will find a way to make you love me…" Bending over, Hotohori gave his beloved miko a kiss. At first, he felt a wall of resistance and a bit of a struggle from Miaka. That's right, Hotohori's always loved me…and Tamahome is gone forever. It's true, everybody's worried about me because he ditched me, and they all want me to heal. Heal from his wounds by falling in love with another. Maybe this is possible, possible for me to fall in love with Hotohori. Slowly and carefully, the barrier melted away, by his kiss. Besides, I've always secretly loved him…right? Yes, I think it's about time that I moved on…forget about Tamahome, he's gone. Maybe then I can truly be true to one man, to my own heart. Wasn't that what Hotohori said, that only one man can truly love me. Yes, I think this is best for all of us, best for me, Hotohori and Tamahome. Besides, Hotohori's always and truly loves me, I should return the plea for love, that's the least I should do now. With her decision made, she lifted up her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. Miaka then gently, responded to the emperor's pleading kiss, and for the first time, she kissed back. The two sat there, locked in a kiss. "Aligatou…Hotohori…" Miaka said when the kiss broke. "Thank you…Hotohori…" The emperor beamed at her. Leaning closer she whisperer, "Have I ever told you that I loved you…" His eyes widened. " that I tried to conceal the feelings that I had for you?" "Yes, I've always known it…all I did was try to make you realize them." "and I'm glad I did"
The emperor slowly moved his hands, down Miaka's kimono, unbuttoning, and unzipping it. Then he carefully lifted her up and took off her kimono, before gently laying her down, leaving her bra and underwear untouched. As he did so, Miaka too pealed off the layers of garments that the he wore, frowning slightly at the amount of layers. Hotohori noticed it and kissed her forehead, making the frown disappear. "Frowning creates wrinkles and it is unbeautiful." Miaka smiled, taking off his last layer, feeling his bare, and slightly muscled chest, admiring his perfectly built body. "Beautiful" "Beautiful…you are beautiful Miaka." She smiled, her hands landed on his waist, tugging slightly at his pants. The emperor's hands landed on top of her own, looking up she saw him shake his head, a slight blush could be seen. Miaka hastily let go, she too was blushing. Baka Miaka baka. What was I thinking? Baka Miaka, I sure am an idiot. " Remember our titles, Miaka. Your position and what you must be…" "that's right you are the emperor of Konan and I'm just a commoner." "No Miaka that is not what I meant, not that position, that is not what is holding us back." The two blushed again. "I'm the priestess of Suzaku and you're one of my senshi, my senshi Hotohori…and in order to summon Suzaku I must be a…a" Miaka felt herself blush more then ever. She hid her face in his chest. "Exactly…but after our mission, Miaka, after Suzaku is summoned." he spoke softly, stroking her hair, "after he is summoned then I want to have you as my wife…" his voice trailed off, afraid of another rejection. To his surprised she nudged closer, and murmured, "My pleasure." My heart leapt with joy at her consent. I felt my whole world brighten around me, nothing could ruin this special moment. I felt as if I truly lacked nothing now, and nothing could ruin this special moment. Even if I die just here and now, I would be happy. Lifting up his miko's chin, he bent down and kissed her, murmuring, " Wo Ai Ni Miaka." "Wo Ai Ni too, Hotohori."
The door gave a sudden creak. It fell, slamming onto the floor, causing, dust and debris to fly everywhere.
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Alright! So what do you think? Read and Review!