Disclaimer: I've been wondering..why are disclaimers necessary when they
are posted as fanfics? Especially since they're posted in their respective
sections...? I don't think I'm gonna even say it right now...you all know
what the disclaimer is by now...
Miaka had gone to sleep soon after talking to Hotohori and Tamahome. "Suzaku, huh?" Tamahome had asked as he stood before her. "Well then we're two of the warriors to protect and be of service to you. You are the Miko of Suzaku."
"Tamahome!" Hotohori had snapped. Not that it had mattered. Tamahome had already said what he had said. Both men were silent after that, Tamahome going back to money counting, and Hotohori turned to his books. They had given Miaka a blanket and let her rest, but she did anything but.
What did Tamahome mean? Warriors to protect and serve me? Miaka had slept for a little while, but awoke after the sun had set and the men had retired. Miaka felt crowded, though both Hotohori and Tamahome had distanced themselves, and she felt hot. Miaka stood and snuck out of the tent. She walked a few paces from the tent where she saw a little stream nearby. She walked to the stream and put her hand in the water. It ran past her arm, and tickled slightly. She went to stand up, but slipped on a slippery rock and fell into the water. A sharp rock caught her right shoulder and blood went into the once perfect water.
She stood up quickly and walked carefully towards the tent. Fortunately, no one had heard her fall, and Tamahome and Hotohori remained asleep. Miaka sat down nest to where she slept. She saw Hotohori's chest ride and fall quietly, and she saw Tamahome roll onto his side, holding onto a bit of his money. Miaka pulled her knees to her chest and pushed her forehead against them. Tears rolled slowly and silently down her cheeks. Miaka was unaware of them.
She heard Tamahome rustle from where he slept and didn't even bother to look over. She sobbed silently and closed her eyes tightly, realizing that getting home was near impossible. She was here for a reason. A reason that both Tamahome and Hotohori knew, but she didn't understand.
She was cold and wet, and her tears only added to her discomfort. She felt a blanket draped over her shoulders and she looked up. Tamahome was now sitting next to her. He stared at her quietly, but neither of them broke the silence. A little while later, Miaka stopped her tears and looked to Tamahome, who was still staring, watching her every little movement.
"Thank you," she whispered, afraid to wake Hotohori. Tamahome nodded and flashed a quick smile. She let the silence come back over them, but only for a moment.
"I can't get home, can I?" Miaka asked. Tamahome shook his head.
"I don't know." He nodded toward Hotohori. "He may know a way." Miaka nodded and rested her head on her knees and pulled the blanket around her tight. Miaka was nearly dry and she was getting sleepy. Her eyes looked to Tamahome and got smaller. The last thing she saw before drifting off to sleep, were the ice-blue eyes of Tamahome.
Miaka was standing upon a mountain top. She could see smaller mountains, hills, and plains as far as her sight reached. Miaka heard the flap of a wing behind her. She turned slowly, already assuming that more bad was coming her way.
And only a bird flew behind her. A bird that was fairly large and a vibrant red color. A phoenix? Miaka didn't know what to think. Phoenix was a firebird and this bird had no hint of flame. Miaka stared at the bird in confusion. The bird stared right back with its golden eyes.
Before her brown eyes, the bird began to shift its shape. Miaka looked at it strangely and took a few steps back. The bird continued shaping and eventually came to the shape of a man.
This man had flaming red hair that fell down his neck. His skin was pale and smooth. He wore no shirt, but he did wear light red pants, that near the ankles and waist were tied in deep red. Miaka moved toward him in a daring fashion. He stood, only watching her, saying nothing. Just like Tamahome. Maybe, he can't speak. He was after all, a bird. Miaka took another step toward this man and stared into his golden eyes.
The next step was taken by him and he came so close to Miaka that if she moved an inch, she would brush up on him. He put his arms around her and held her tight.
"Miko." he started. "My Miko." Miaka's eyes widened in surprise. "You must summon." he couldn't finish. He had once again become a bird. He began to fly higher and higher, blocking the sun.
"Who are you?!" Miaka yelled to it.him. The bird couldn't reply. So it didn't. It flew from the sun, and a blindingly bright ray of light went down onto Miaka, who covered her eyes.
Miaka awoke at noon feeling sleepy. She felt as if she had pulled an all- nighter and then run a marathon. She couldn't understand why, she had slept.she had even dreamt. Dreamt... who was he. That red man. He had touched Miaka's heart in some way. A way she couldn't explain, and never could.
But he had said that Miaka was his Miko. his priestess.What in the world had he meant.
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Yui bandaged her small wound that had appeared on her right shoulder. Miaka has to be around somewhere. Yui had called Miaka's house upon entering her own home. Miaka's brother had answered and asked if Miaka was there. Something had been wrong. Yui had lied and said that Miaka was just walking up the drive. Her brother seemed relieved and Yui had hung up.
Yui called Nain and she, too was gone. But she was given a location for Nain. The library. Yui put up the phone and proceeded to go to the library. She arrived after a few moments and browsed through shelves, searching not for a book but for Nain.
Yui had almost thought she had just missed her when she heard a cough. Yui walked behind a shelf that she had thought to be empty and meaningless. Nain sat on the floor before a large book. Nain looked at Yui in shock, but a shock that said it wasn't from Yui's sudden appearance.
"The Universe of the Four Gods is here.."Nain whispered.
"What does that mean?"
"It means the priestesses must be summoned.." Yui looked at Nain questioningly, and then she sat by the book also. She was going to ask about these priestesses, but a light began to shine from the book.
Nain and Yui were pulled into the book just as Miaka had been. Nain and Yui landed in sand, and Nain slashed her leg open on a sword that just happened to be lying about in the sand. The girls sat nothing, just turned to each other and stared long and hard.
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Miaka had gone to sleep soon after talking to Hotohori and Tamahome. "Suzaku, huh?" Tamahome had asked as he stood before her. "Well then we're two of the warriors to protect and be of service to you. You are the Miko of Suzaku."
"Tamahome!" Hotohori had snapped. Not that it had mattered. Tamahome had already said what he had said. Both men were silent after that, Tamahome going back to money counting, and Hotohori turned to his books. They had given Miaka a blanket and let her rest, but she did anything but.
What did Tamahome mean? Warriors to protect and serve me? Miaka had slept for a little while, but awoke after the sun had set and the men had retired. Miaka felt crowded, though both Hotohori and Tamahome had distanced themselves, and she felt hot. Miaka stood and snuck out of the tent. She walked a few paces from the tent where she saw a little stream nearby. She walked to the stream and put her hand in the water. It ran past her arm, and tickled slightly. She went to stand up, but slipped on a slippery rock and fell into the water. A sharp rock caught her right shoulder and blood went into the once perfect water.
She stood up quickly and walked carefully towards the tent. Fortunately, no one had heard her fall, and Tamahome and Hotohori remained asleep. Miaka sat down nest to where she slept. She saw Hotohori's chest ride and fall quietly, and she saw Tamahome roll onto his side, holding onto a bit of his money. Miaka pulled her knees to her chest and pushed her forehead against them. Tears rolled slowly and silently down her cheeks. Miaka was unaware of them.
She heard Tamahome rustle from where he slept and didn't even bother to look over. She sobbed silently and closed her eyes tightly, realizing that getting home was near impossible. She was here for a reason. A reason that both Tamahome and Hotohori knew, but she didn't understand.
She was cold and wet, and her tears only added to her discomfort. She felt a blanket draped over her shoulders and she looked up. Tamahome was now sitting next to her. He stared at her quietly, but neither of them broke the silence. A little while later, Miaka stopped her tears and looked to Tamahome, who was still staring, watching her every little movement.
"Thank you," she whispered, afraid to wake Hotohori. Tamahome nodded and flashed a quick smile. She let the silence come back over them, but only for a moment.
"I can't get home, can I?" Miaka asked. Tamahome shook his head.
"I don't know." He nodded toward Hotohori. "He may know a way." Miaka nodded and rested her head on her knees and pulled the blanket around her tight. Miaka was nearly dry and she was getting sleepy. Her eyes looked to Tamahome and got smaller. The last thing she saw before drifting off to sleep, were the ice-blue eyes of Tamahome.
Miaka was standing upon a mountain top. She could see smaller mountains, hills, and plains as far as her sight reached. Miaka heard the flap of a wing behind her. She turned slowly, already assuming that more bad was coming her way.
And only a bird flew behind her. A bird that was fairly large and a vibrant red color. A phoenix? Miaka didn't know what to think. Phoenix was a firebird and this bird had no hint of flame. Miaka stared at the bird in confusion. The bird stared right back with its golden eyes.
Before her brown eyes, the bird began to shift its shape. Miaka looked at it strangely and took a few steps back. The bird continued shaping and eventually came to the shape of a man.
This man had flaming red hair that fell down his neck. His skin was pale and smooth. He wore no shirt, but he did wear light red pants, that near the ankles and waist were tied in deep red. Miaka moved toward him in a daring fashion. He stood, only watching her, saying nothing. Just like Tamahome. Maybe, he can't speak. He was after all, a bird. Miaka took another step toward this man and stared into his golden eyes.
The next step was taken by him and he came so close to Miaka that if she moved an inch, she would brush up on him. He put his arms around her and held her tight.
"Miko." he started. "My Miko." Miaka's eyes widened in surprise. "You must summon." he couldn't finish. He had once again become a bird. He began to fly higher and higher, blocking the sun.
"Who are you?!" Miaka yelled to it.him. The bird couldn't reply. So it didn't. It flew from the sun, and a blindingly bright ray of light went down onto Miaka, who covered her eyes.
Miaka awoke at noon feeling sleepy. She felt as if she had pulled an all- nighter and then run a marathon. She couldn't understand why, she had slept.she had even dreamt. Dreamt... who was he. That red man. He had touched Miaka's heart in some way. A way she couldn't explain, and never could.
But he had said that Miaka was his Miko. his priestess.What in the world had he meant.
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Yui bandaged her small wound that had appeared on her right shoulder. Miaka has to be around somewhere. Yui had called Miaka's house upon entering her own home. Miaka's brother had answered and asked if Miaka was there. Something had been wrong. Yui had lied and said that Miaka was just walking up the drive. Her brother seemed relieved and Yui had hung up.
Yui called Nain and she, too was gone. But she was given a location for Nain. The library. Yui put up the phone and proceeded to go to the library. She arrived after a few moments and browsed through shelves, searching not for a book but for Nain.
Yui had almost thought she had just missed her when she heard a cough. Yui walked behind a shelf that she had thought to be empty and meaningless. Nain sat on the floor before a large book. Nain looked at Yui in shock, but a shock that said it wasn't from Yui's sudden appearance.
"The Universe of the Four Gods is here.."Nain whispered.
"What does that mean?"
"It means the priestesses must be summoned.." Yui looked at Nain questioningly, and then she sat by the book also. She was going to ask about these priestesses, but a light began to shine from the book.
Nain and Yui were pulled into the book just as Miaka had been. Nain and Yui landed in sand, and Nain slashed her leg open on a sword that just happened to be lying about in the sand. The girls sat nothing, just turned to each other and stared long and hard.
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