I'll Never Tell
by ilukaiba
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Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi or any of its characters. But if I did, the pairing would be Nuriko x Miaka.
THIS FIC HAS A SPOILER WARNING!
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Prologue
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"Don't... cry, Miaka. Nobody's dying. Nobody's leaving you. The way you overreact. You're so clumsy... and dumb... and reckless... but... that's nothing compared to ... all the wonderful qualities you have... so whatever happens... you can't quit."
"Wh-what kinda talk is that? It's like you're saying goodbye!"
"Sounds like it, huh?"
'Nuriko...' thought fifteen year old Miaka Yuuki. 'You died... just like that.'
The memory was painful. Nuriko, the Suzaku seishi, who had died valiantly after a long fight with the beast, Ashitare. Who had risked his life for the Priestess, Miaka. Who had dared to fight till the end.
Who had dared to love Miaka.
Tears stung the back of Miaka's eyes as she was painfully reminded of the conversation she had overheard. Nuriko had confessed to Tamahome, now Taka, that he loved Miaka.
A single tear drop fell onto Miaka's right hand. It had been a month since she had left the ancient book, The Universe of the Four Gods. Yet there was just one memory that continued to pain her, to hurt her.
To conquer her.
Miaka was saddened that she had lost Hotohori, Tasuki, Chichiri, Chiriko, Mitsukake... all of them. But after a week out of the book, she learned to accept that they were gone.
But it was not the same with Nuriko.
'I'll never forget.' she thought, her heart aching with mixed emotions. She had felt disgusted with herself one day shortly afterwards, when she had even dared to wonder what it would be like if Tamahome had gone up the mountain instead.
And to her surprise, life with Nuriko seemed... better.
"YUUKI!" yelled a loud voice suddenly.
Miaka lifted her head slowly, her brain swimming with confusion and anticipation.
"DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, YOUNG LADY?!"
'If only Tasuki were here,' she thought, smiling mentally, 'he'd kick this teacher's ass.'
"I'm in cram school?..." she replied nervously.
"AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'LL BE DOING IN EXACTLY THREE WEEKS FROM TOMORROW?!"
Miaka gasped suddenly. "I... I'll be... taking the... exam... for Jonan High..."
"AND DO YOU EXPECT TO GET INTO JONAN WITH THE BRAIN OF A PIDGEON?!"
Miaka groaned and looked down at her practice test, covered with doodles and scribbles. Only one problem had been answered in the thirty-seven minutes of class so far. The thirty-seven minutes of aching for Nuriko.
"-AND THEY EXPECT THAT THIS BE DONE WITHIN-"
Miaka was not listening to a word Mr. Kaminoke said. Instead, she stared at a particular doodle on the side of her practice test.
Nuriko stared up at her, looking extremely chibi and kawaii.
'SD Nuriko.' thought Miaka with a slight smile.
"-AND YOU MUST AGREE, RIGHT?!"
Miaka gulped. Even with her apparent pidgeon-brain, she could tell when a question was being addressed to her. And one just was.
'Shit.' she thought.
Looking up, she replied hopefully. "Of course, sir."
He nodded with a look of minimal satisfaction and continued walking down the rows of desks to observe other students.
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Thirty miles away, a young man with dark violet hair and eyes filled with emotion woke up with a start.
"What the hell?!" he muttered. "That was a strange dream!"
He looked at his bedside clock. The time read 9:17 A.M. He sighed.
"What a dream..." he muttered as he arose from his bed, and headed for a shower. "What a dream."
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Author's Note:
Hey there, hope you're liking the fic so far. It's gonna be Nuriko x Miaka.
You like the pairing? Then join my official (at least, soon-to-be official) fanlisting for the pairing. It's called "I'll Never Tell" (sound familiar?) The url is as follows (without the spaces):
f r e e w e b s . c o m / n u r i m i a k a
Please join! I need members! You don't have to have a site.
Anyhow, about the fic, what do you think. Tell me in a review. I want like 10-15 before continuing. However, I might update with less if I feel nice.
If you review, I might respond.
All reviewers get a lock of the hair Nuriko cut off and buried! Good deal, good deal...
To summarize what's happened so far, Miaka is still saddened by Nuriko's death. A mysterious purple-haired boy (guess who...) is having strange dreams, soon to be explained (*cough* next chapter *cough*). And Taka is in this fic.
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