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Chapter 2 "A Heart Stopping Encounter"
Miaka awoke the next day after the dance with one mother of a headache. How many glasses of wine had she drunk? She couldn't remember but judging by the size of her headache, she thought it must have equaled at least two bottles.
She stood up going to the bathroom to get aspirin. Looking in the mirror at her ruffled appearance, she remembered she had danced with a man the whole night. A very handsome man for what she could remember, she thought about his silky hair and the way his muscles rippled under her hands when she leaned against his chest.
"Damn!" She said realizing she never found out who he was. She shrugged her shoulders. 'Oh well Miaka, you got Tama to worry about not some stranger dressed as dracula.'
The phone rang as if on queue. It was Tama. "What's the matter with you Miaka? Where were you last night? I told you I would call and you said you'd be there." He asked her gruffly. "I was calling you all night!"
Miaka cringed. The last thing she needed right now was Tama yelling in her ear. "I told you I was going to a masquerade ball with Yui & Tetsuya. Don't you remember? And please don't yell me at me right now." Her voiced faded out as she said the last part, putting her hand to her head.
"Don't yell at you?! You do this all the time! You're so scatter brained that you never remember I'm calling. How do you expect to keep our relationship going if you're never there when I call?" He grunted in exasperation with her.
"Me? You're putting the blame of our strained relationship on me? It's your fault! You are the one who decided to go to college half way around the world. You didn't even consult me!" Miaka went silent as her anger flared. There was so much more she wanted to say to him but couldn't. There were a few strained moments of silence before Tama finally spoke. His voice was forced as he tried to keep his temper.
"Miaka, I didn't call to argue with. "
Before he had a chance to finish, Miaka was screaming at him. "You didn't call to argue! You're the one that started yelling at me! I can't believe you! You can't come home for one weekend than you have the nerve to call and yell at me! I hate you Tamahome!" Miaka's hand flew to her mouth as she realized what she had just said.
Tama was speechless.
"Oh my god." Miaka whispered. "Tama, I didn't mean to say that."
Silence as Miaka squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop the flow of tears that were inevitable. Then she heard the phone click as she clutched it to her ear. "Tama? Tama!" She began to cry when the phone started making the beeping noises indicating there was no one on the other end.
Miaka felt horrible for the way she spoke to Tama. She wished she were able to call him back. With him being overseas, he didn't want her calling him so she didn't have his phone number. He had told her, 'its too expensive for you to be calling me Miaka. Just be happy that I call you.'
So, she spent the whole weekend by the phone hoping he would call her again. By the time she went to bed on Sunday night, she had cried all the tears she could for him. She realized that by her simple words, spoken out of frustration and anger, their relationship was over.
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Nuriko turned the alarm clock off, stretching his taunt lean muscles that made up his sensual body. Sitting up, his waist length hair cascaded down his back. His violet eyes glanced at the alarm clock seeing it was time to get up and get ready for his first day at the new school. He rose and headed for the shower.
As the hot water hit him, his thoughts turned back to the other night as it had been doing for the last two days, to the girl he had danced with at the masquerade party. He ran his hands through his hair as his mind wondered who in the world she was and how the hell he was going to find out.
He turned the water off and stepped out grabbing a towel from the shelf and fluffing his hair. Well for now he would have to just keep an eye out for the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen and since most people at that party were from the college maybe he would run into her soon. When he put his mind to something, he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. And right now, all he could think about was his emerald eyed, red bird.
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Miaka woke with a start, hearing the alarm clock going off she peeked over at it then her eyes widened and she screamed.
"Aw, I'm late again!" She jumped up out of bed and ran for the shower. It amazed her how the alarm had been going off for thirty minutes and she had slept right through it.
While in the shower she thought about Tamahome. He would be so angry with her if he were here. He was always getting on her about being late for everything. And right now, she knew he was really angry. Through all the arguments they had in the past, he'd always call her again to either apologize or hear her apologize. This time he hadn't called back which could only mean he was really upset with her. It would do no good to worry about Tama's feelings now. It was too late. What was said, she couldn't take it back. She shook her head to stop thinking about him, knowing that it was just slowing her down and making her later.
Once out of the shower she hurriedly brushed her hair. When the brush got hung up on a tangle, she glared at the face staring back from the mirror. Then starting at the bottom, she worked the tangle out as she talked to herself. "Well is there anything else that is gonna slow me down this morning?" After her hair was the way it was supposed to be, she had to search the apartment for her books. This took another five minutes because the one she needed was under the throw pillow on the sofa.
"Geez!" Grabbing it she ran for the door and hurried off to school.
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As she saw the school come into view, she felt a little better until she noticed no one was outside. "Oh now I know I'm late!" She took off running again hoping her teacher wouldn't make a scene. As she neared the door she slowed down and tried to catch her breath. Outside the door, she layed her forehead against the wall trying to get her breathing under control before she went in.
'Okay almost ready.' She started to turn toward the door when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Miaka tensed up hoping it wasn't her teacher and slowly turned her head to look as she heard a guy's voice ask her a question.
"Is this Mr. Henderson's class?" She smiled at hearing that and turned the rest of the way to face him. When her eyes locked with his violet eyes, the word, "Yes." barely had time to make it out when again her world started to tilt.
Nuriko stood there as the girl turned around and his eyes lit up on the most beautiful green eyes but as soon as she said "yes," she started to fall. Not panicking, he reached out just as she collapsed into his arms. He looked around not seeing anyone in the hall and shrugged then he shifted her into his arms and picked her up bridal style, not believing she had just passed out on him.
He couldn't help but smile. This was the girl from the party, he would know those eyes anywhere, and now he had her. He gently sat her back down on the floor leaning her up against the wall and holding her steady. At such close range, he could smell her, and she smelled like flowers. He grinned again. Now to find out why she went white and passed out when she seen him.
He tapped his fingers against her cheek. "Hello, wake up sweety. Come on. We have to go to class now before we both get in trouble." He grinned that it sounded like they were in elementary school. But hey, it seemed to be working. As he watched, her body tensed up a little and her eyes flutter open. Her huge green eyes stared into his violet ones.
Miaka opened her eyes to look right into Nuriko's eyes and he was sitting there with a concerned look on his beautiful face. Her bottom lip began to tremble; she slowly stood up and watched as he followed her into a standing position. Reaching out her hand she touched his cheek then threw herself forward into his arms, holding on as if she would never let go. The look on his face was priceless until he heard her whisper his name.
He leaned back taking her arms from his neck. He leaned her back with a questioning look. "Yes, my names Nuriko. Now can I have the name of the girl, who is happily I might add, in my arms?"
Miaka took a step back as her eyes got wider. "You are Nuriko right?" At his nod, she frowned. "You don't know who I am?"
Then he grinned "Yes, I know you."
She smiled back until she heard him say. "You're the girl I danced with at the masquerade ball, the one in the red. Right?"
She took another step back but before she could say anything the door to the classroom open behind her and the teacher stepped out and looked at them.
"Would you like to join the class Miss Yuki?"
She tuned to him not understanding at first then nodded and walked into the class.
Nuriko looked at the teacher, smiling. "Don't be hard on her for being late. I'm new and couldn't find the classroom and she was helping me." He nodded and walked past the teacher into the classroom taking a seat in the back of the class so he could keep an eye on the girl. She would not get away from him this time.
Miaka had sat down in the first seat that she had come to that was open. Glad she had made it that far without passing out. When she looked up and saw Nuriko come in the door, followed by the teacher she again was glad she was sitting down. 'What in the world was going on?' She thought to herself. As he passed her and she heard him sit down into another seat somewhere behind her, she tried not to look back at him.
As the teacher began to talk, his voice began to tunnel and get farther and father away as Miaka's thoughts took her into the past. Nuriko smiling at her, making jokes, smacking Tasuki for being Tasuki and holding her when Tama had cried over his family being killed. Nuriko who had fought for her, been her best friend. Nuriko who had confessed his love for her to Tama. Nuriko who had died for her and the others.
Miaka felt a tear slip down her cheek and quickly wiped it away trying to focus on the teacher but as hard as she tried, she couldn't get a single word the teacher was saying to reach her brain so finally she gave up. So as not to draw attention to herself, she just had to know if her eyes had been playing tricks on her. She slowly looked to the side then back and when her eyes finally found him, her heart did a flutter and her breath stopped again because he was staring straight at her as if he had been waiting for her to turn around and look.
Miaka quickly turned back to face the front. Yup, he was still there. What was she supposed to do? Was it really him she had danced with the other night? It had to be or how would he even know she had been there and danced with someone? Was he just playing with her by saying he didn't know her name? What would Tama say? The spell was broken and she took a deep breath. Tama would not know because she would not tell him. But first things first, she had to find out what Nuriko was doing here.
Nuriko sat in the back of class half-listening to the teacher. It seemed he couldn't keep his eyes off the girl. Miss Yuki, ha. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity.
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Chapter 2 "A Heart Stopping Encounter"
Miaka awoke the next day after the dance with one mother of a headache. How many glasses of wine had she drunk? She couldn't remember but judging by the size of her headache, she thought it must have equaled at least two bottles.
She stood up going to the bathroom to get aspirin. Looking in the mirror at her ruffled appearance, she remembered she had danced with a man the whole night. A very handsome man for what she could remember, she thought about his silky hair and the way his muscles rippled under her hands when she leaned against his chest.
"Damn!" She said realizing she never found out who he was. She shrugged her shoulders. 'Oh well Miaka, you got Tama to worry about not some stranger dressed as dracula.'
The phone rang as if on queue. It was Tama. "What's the matter with you Miaka? Where were you last night? I told you I would call and you said you'd be there." He asked her gruffly. "I was calling you all night!"
Miaka cringed. The last thing she needed right now was Tama yelling in her ear. "I told you I was going to a masquerade ball with Yui & Tetsuya. Don't you remember? And please don't yell me at me right now." Her voiced faded out as she said the last part, putting her hand to her head.
"Don't yell at you?! You do this all the time! You're so scatter brained that you never remember I'm calling. How do you expect to keep our relationship going if you're never there when I call?" He grunted in exasperation with her.
"Me? You're putting the blame of our strained relationship on me? It's your fault! You are the one who decided to go to college half way around the world. You didn't even consult me!" Miaka went silent as her anger flared. There was so much more she wanted to say to him but couldn't. There were a few strained moments of silence before Tama finally spoke. His voice was forced as he tried to keep his temper.
"Miaka, I didn't call to argue with. "
Before he had a chance to finish, Miaka was screaming at him. "You didn't call to argue! You're the one that started yelling at me! I can't believe you! You can't come home for one weekend than you have the nerve to call and yell at me! I hate you Tamahome!" Miaka's hand flew to her mouth as she realized what she had just said.
Tama was speechless.
"Oh my god." Miaka whispered. "Tama, I didn't mean to say that."
Silence as Miaka squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop the flow of tears that were inevitable. Then she heard the phone click as she clutched it to her ear. "Tama? Tama!" She began to cry when the phone started making the beeping noises indicating there was no one on the other end.
Miaka felt horrible for the way she spoke to Tama. She wished she were able to call him back. With him being overseas, he didn't want her calling him so she didn't have his phone number. He had told her, 'its too expensive for you to be calling me Miaka. Just be happy that I call you.'
So, she spent the whole weekend by the phone hoping he would call her again. By the time she went to bed on Sunday night, she had cried all the tears she could for him. She realized that by her simple words, spoken out of frustration and anger, their relationship was over.
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Nuriko turned the alarm clock off, stretching his taunt lean muscles that made up his sensual body. Sitting up, his waist length hair cascaded down his back. His violet eyes glanced at the alarm clock seeing it was time to get up and get ready for his first day at the new school. He rose and headed for the shower.
As the hot water hit him, his thoughts turned back to the other night as it had been doing for the last two days, to the girl he had danced with at the masquerade party. He ran his hands through his hair as his mind wondered who in the world she was and how the hell he was going to find out.
He turned the water off and stepped out grabbing a towel from the shelf and fluffing his hair. Well for now he would have to just keep an eye out for the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen and since most people at that party were from the college maybe he would run into her soon. When he put his mind to something, he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. And right now, all he could think about was his emerald eyed, red bird.
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Miaka woke with a start, hearing the alarm clock going off she peeked over at it then her eyes widened and she screamed.
"Aw, I'm late again!" She jumped up out of bed and ran for the shower. It amazed her how the alarm had been going off for thirty minutes and she had slept right through it.
While in the shower she thought about Tamahome. He would be so angry with her if he were here. He was always getting on her about being late for everything. And right now, she knew he was really angry. Through all the arguments they had in the past, he'd always call her again to either apologize or hear her apologize. This time he hadn't called back which could only mean he was really upset with her. It would do no good to worry about Tama's feelings now. It was too late. What was said, she couldn't take it back. She shook her head to stop thinking about him, knowing that it was just slowing her down and making her later.
Once out of the shower she hurriedly brushed her hair. When the brush got hung up on a tangle, she glared at the face staring back from the mirror. Then starting at the bottom, she worked the tangle out as she talked to herself. "Well is there anything else that is gonna slow me down this morning?" After her hair was the way it was supposed to be, she had to search the apartment for her books. This took another five minutes because the one she needed was under the throw pillow on the sofa.
"Geez!" Grabbing it she ran for the door and hurried off to school.
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As she saw the school come into view, she felt a little better until she noticed no one was outside. "Oh now I know I'm late!" She took off running again hoping her teacher wouldn't make a scene. As she neared the door she slowed down and tried to catch her breath. Outside the door, she layed her forehead against the wall trying to get her breathing under control before she went in.
'Okay almost ready.' She started to turn toward the door when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Miaka tensed up hoping it wasn't her teacher and slowly turned her head to look as she heard a guy's voice ask her a question.
"Is this Mr. Henderson's class?" She smiled at hearing that and turned the rest of the way to face him. When her eyes locked with his violet eyes, the word, "Yes." barely had time to make it out when again her world started to tilt.
Nuriko stood there as the girl turned around and his eyes lit up on the most beautiful green eyes but as soon as she said "yes," she started to fall. Not panicking, he reached out just as she collapsed into his arms. He looked around not seeing anyone in the hall and shrugged then he shifted her into his arms and picked her up bridal style, not believing she had just passed out on him.
He couldn't help but smile. This was the girl from the party, he would know those eyes anywhere, and now he had her. He gently sat her back down on the floor leaning her up against the wall and holding her steady. At such close range, he could smell her, and she smelled like flowers. He grinned again. Now to find out why she went white and passed out when she seen him.
He tapped his fingers against her cheek. "Hello, wake up sweety. Come on. We have to go to class now before we both get in trouble." He grinned that it sounded like they were in elementary school. But hey, it seemed to be working. As he watched, her body tensed up a little and her eyes flutter open. Her huge green eyes stared into his violet ones.
Miaka opened her eyes to look right into Nuriko's eyes and he was sitting there with a concerned look on his beautiful face. Her bottom lip began to tremble; she slowly stood up and watched as he followed her into a standing position. Reaching out her hand she touched his cheek then threw herself forward into his arms, holding on as if she would never let go. The look on his face was priceless until he heard her whisper his name.
He leaned back taking her arms from his neck. He leaned her back with a questioning look. "Yes, my names Nuriko. Now can I have the name of the girl, who is happily I might add, in my arms?"
Miaka took a step back as her eyes got wider. "You are Nuriko right?" At his nod, she frowned. "You don't know who I am?"
Then he grinned "Yes, I know you."
She smiled back until she heard him say. "You're the girl I danced with at the masquerade ball, the one in the red. Right?"
She took another step back but before she could say anything the door to the classroom open behind her and the teacher stepped out and looked at them.
"Would you like to join the class Miss Yuki?"
She tuned to him not understanding at first then nodded and walked into the class.
Nuriko looked at the teacher, smiling. "Don't be hard on her for being late. I'm new and couldn't find the classroom and she was helping me." He nodded and walked past the teacher into the classroom taking a seat in the back of the class so he could keep an eye on the girl. She would not get away from him this time.
Miaka had sat down in the first seat that she had come to that was open. Glad she had made it that far without passing out. When she looked up and saw Nuriko come in the door, followed by the teacher she again was glad she was sitting down. 'What in the world was going on?' She thought to herself. As he passed her and she heard him sit down into another seat somewhere behind her, she tried not to look back at him.
As the teacher began to talk, his voice began to tunnel and get farther and father away as Miaka's thoughts took her into the past. Nuriko smiling at her, making jokes, smacking Tasuki for being Tasuki and holding her when Tama had cried over his family being killed. Nuriko who had fought for her, been her best friend. Nuriko who had confessed his love for her to Tama. Nuriko who had died for her and the others.
Miaka felt a tear slip down her cheek and quickly wiped it away trying to focus on the teacher but as hard as she tried, she couldn't get a single word the teacher was saying to reach her brain so finally she gave up. So as not to draw attention to herself, she just had to know if her eyes had been playing tricks on her. She slowly looked to the side then back and when her eyes finally found him, her heart did a flutter and her breath stopped again because he was staring straight at her as if he had been waiting for her to turn around and look.
Miaka quickly turned back to face the front. Yup, he was still there. What was she supposed to do? Was it really him she had danced with the other night? It had to be or how would he even know she had been there and danced with someone? Was he just playing with her by saying he didn't know her name? What would Tama say? The spell was broken and she took a deep breath. Tama would not know because she would not tell him. But first things first, she had to find out what Nuriko was doing here.
Nuriko sat in the back of class half-listening to the teacher. It seemed he couldn't keep his eyes off the girl. Miss Yuki, ha. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity.
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