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Author's Notes: Sorry it took me soooooo long to update this story. Besides the fact that Fanfiction.net was down for like about a
week, I was pretty much tied down by my schoolwork. Whew! Thanks so much for all your reviews and encouragement!
Arigatou! *_* (To Dimps-chan, pls send me an email if you've read my note in your guestbook!)
Still Loving You.
By: g3ozL!zh
Chapter 6
After taking a nice warm bath, Miaka decided to go look for Tamahome. It has been almost a day since the last time she saw him. I miss him already. Miaka wistfully thought, a soft smile on her lips. She came to the decision that it was time for her to go on and forget about her past --- or she might never be truly happy. Hotohori will find someone truly deserving of his love, I'm so sure of it that I can almost feel it coming! A small pang of jealousy followed that thought but she brushed it away, telling herself that it's all for the best.
She stopped just in front of his room and Miaka could already feel the giddiness that was trying to take over her. She clasped her hands together for they were starting to feel clammy. Ok, here it goes. She straightened her shoulders and raised her hand to knock. Once, twice. she waited patiently. After a few moments of silence and when still no Tamahome, she began to feel anxious. Is he sleeping or something? She decided to count one to ten and when he still won't open the door, she's just going to barge in herself. One, two, three. ten!
Door didn't move an inch.
Muttering to herself, "Okay then, if that's how you're going to play it." She slid open the door and was scheming something up to surprise him. "Tamaho." The word died in her mouth as she saw the room empty. Now where could he be? Miaka was starting to loose patience --- and getting exasperated.
She looked around the room and even peered under places where Tamahome couldn't even fit. After minutes of worthless poking-around, she slumped on the edge of the bed, exhaling heavily. Tamahome, where are you? Her brow furrowed, pondering the answer to the question. She couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Before she went to his room, she had heard one of the guards talking about Tamahome-sama walking slowly to his chamber. And from what she'd heard correctly, he was looking pretty pooped out. So Miaka assumed that even after she got dressed, he would still be in his room, maybe sleeping. Yeah, right!
She pushed herself up from the bed and walked towards the door. Having one last glance around the room, as if it can give her some clues as to where her object of desire is, she then slid the door and went out.
~ * @@@ * ~
Miaka knocked hesitantly on Hotohori's --- No! Emperor Hotohori. She corrected herself. She thought that if she start calling him Emperor, it would create a sort of barrier between them, thus, she wouldn't get all. you know. when she mentions his name.
And what would he think if I do that? Hotohori would think that she really wants to completely forget about him and act as if nothing happened between the two. Nope, I don't want that. I could just at least keep my few stolen moments with him in my heart. She couldn't really just forget about him, not ever. Not when she had loved him so much. Hey, what am I thinking? She physically shook her head just to clear her mind. Stop it, okay?
She was so engrossed with what she was thinking that she didn't notice that Hotohori was standing right in front of her, brows creased, staring at her worriedly. It took for Hotohori to raise his hand and the shuffle of his clothes to pull Miaka out of her reverie.
Miaka suddenly looked up and Hotohori's outstretched arm halted midway from where his hand was supposed to land --- on Miaka's shoulder. He dropped his hand to his side.
For a splitting second, their eyes seemed to be relaying a silent message to each other when a soft wind breezed by. soft but it was as if reminding them that they should stop this right now. They both looked away, avoiding each other's gaze, the moment broken.
Hotohori was the one who first broke the silence. He cleared his throat, "Would you like to come in first? It's cold." He stopped hesitantly, thinking if Miaka would misinterpret what he's saying. ".here."
Miaka looked at him and smiled, sort of shyly. "Okay."
Hotohori closed the door behind him. He sat behind his desk, looking at Miaka expectantly, questioningly.
Miaka gave an awkward light laugh and Hotohori almost cringed at how hollow that sounded. "Uhm. I was wondering if." Miaka then thought that maybe it's not really a good idea to ask Hotohori where Tamahome is but then again, she has been asking people around for quite some time now and still not one gave her any idea, not even a hint. ". if you know where. Tamahome is." She bit her lower lip, expecting Hotohori to react or something. but he didn't.
He shook his head. "No, I don't know where he is."
Heavy silence.
The atmosphere was suffocating and the silence deafening.
Bad idea, Miaka. Bad idea. She scolded herself. She looked down to her feet, scrutinizing it and wishing with all her might that the floor would just swallow her up.
"Miaka."
Miaka inhaled sharply. Her heart stopped for the second of a second. She slowly look up, heart thudding against her chest. "Ye-e-es?" She croaked. Ugh! Now he would think that I couldn't be myself around him anymore.
He stood up suddenly. He stared directly into her eyes, as if reaching for her soul, grasping for. the truth.
Miaka's breath caught in her throat as she saw and felt the intense.? She couldn't tell what it is that she's witnessing. All she knows is that, the heat in the room had gone up.
Author's Notes: Uhm. pardon for any mistakes in the details whatsoever. The desk is in Hotohori's study (so they're there right
now). I don't know if a study exist in Ancient China. *Tee-hee!* Not so much happened right? I know you all are quite
disappointed but just stay tuned, there's still more to this. And as I said, things will be getting juicier. @_@ Thank
you, thank you again for your reviews!!!!!! =big grin=
READ ON, I MADE A FEW CHANGES. IF THE ITALIC PROPERTY DOESN'T WORK, I MAY JUST CHANGE THIS TO HTML FORM.
Author's Notes: Sorry it took me soooooo long to update this story. Besides the fact that Fanfiction.net was down for like about a
week, I was pretty much tied down by my schoolwork. Whew! Thanks so much for all your reviews and encouragement!
Arigatou! *_* (To Dimps-chan, pls send me an email if you've read my note in your guestbook!)
Still Loving You.
By: g3ozL!zh
Chapter 6
After taking a nice warm bath, Miaka decided to go look for Tamahome. It has been almost a day since the last time she saw him. I miss him already. Miaka wistfully thought, a soft smile on her lips. She came to the decision that it was time for her to go on and forget about her past --- or she might never be truly happy. Hotohori will find someone truly deserving of his love, I'm so sure of it that I can almost feel it coming! A small pang of jealousy followed that thought but she brushed it away, telling herself that it's all for the best.
She stopped just in front of his room and Miaka could already feel the giddiness that was trying to take over her. She clasped her hands together for they were starting to feel clammy. Ok, here it goes. She straightened her shoulders and raised her hand to knock. Once, twice. she waited patiently. After a few moments of silence and when still no Tamahome, she began to feel anxious. Is he sleeping or something? She decided to count one to ten and when he still won't open the door, she's just going to barge in herself. One, two, three. ten!
Door didn't move an inch.
Muttering to herself, "Okay then, if that's how you're going to play it." She slid open the door and was scheming something up to surprise him. "Tamaho." The word died in her mouth as she saw the room empty. Now where could he be? Miaka was starting to loose patience --- and getting exasperated.
She looked around the room and even peered under places where Tamahome couldn't even fit. After minutes of worthless poking-around, she slumped on the edge of the bed, exhaling heavily. Tamahome, where are you? Her brow furrowed, pondering the answer to the question. She couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Before she went to his room, she had heard one of the guards talking about Tamahome-sama walking slowly to his chamber. And from what she'd heard correctly, he was looking pretty pooped out. So Miaka assumed that even after she got dressed, he would still be in his room, maybe sleeping. Yeah, right!
She pushed herself up from the bed and walked towards the door. Having one last glance around the room, as if it can give her some clues as to where her object of desire is, she then slid the door and went out.
~ * @@@ * ~
Miaka knocked hesitantly on Hotohori's --- No! Emperor Hotohori. She corrected herself. She thought that if she start calling him Emperor, it would create a sort of barrier between them, thus, she wouldn't get all. you know. when she mentions his name.
And what would he think if I do that? Hotohori would think that she really wants to completely forget about him and act as if nothing happened between the two. Nope, I don't want that. I could just at least keep my few stolen moments with him in my heart. She couldn't really just forget about him, not ever. Not when she had loved him so much. Hey, what am I thinking? She physically shook her head just to clear her mind. Stop it, okay?
She was so engrossed with what she was thinking that she didn't notice that Hotohori was standing right in front of her, brows creased, staring at her worriedly. It took for Hotohori to raise his hand and the shuffle of his clothes to pull Miaka out of her reverie.
Miaka suddenly looked up and Hotohori's outstretched arm halted midway from where his hand was supposed to land --- on Miaka's shoulder. He dropped his hand to his side.
For a splitting second, their eyes seemed to be relaying a silent message to each other when a soft wind breezed by. soft but it was as if reminding them that they should stop this right now. They both looked away, avoiding each other's gaze, the moment broken.
Hotohori was the one who first broke the silence. He cleared his throat, "Would you like to come in first? It's cold." He stopped hesitantly, thinking if Miaka would misinterpret what he's saying. ".here."
Miaka looked at him and smiled, sort of shyly. "Okay."
Hotohori closed the door behind him. He sat behind his desk, looking at Miaka expectantly, questioningly.
Miaka gave an awkward light laugh and Hotohori almost cringed at how hollow that sounded. "Uhm. I was wondering if." Miaka then thought that maybe it's not really a good idea to ask Hotohori where Tamahome is but then again, she has been asking people around for quite some time now and still not one gave her any idea, not even a hint. ". if you know where. Tamahome is." She bit her lower lip, expecting Hotohori to react or something. but he didn't.
He shook his head. "No, I don't know where he is."
Heavy silence.
The atmosphere was suffocating and the silence deafening.
Bad idea, Miaka. Bad idea. She scolded herself. She looked down to her feet, scrutinizing it and wishing with all her might that the floor would just swallow her up.
"Miaka."
Miaka inhaled sharply. Her heart stopped for the second of a second. She slowly look up, heart thudding against her chest. "Ye-e-es?" She croaked. Ugh! Now he would think that I couldn't be myself around him anymore.
He stood up suddenly. He stared directly into her eyes, as if reaching for her soul, grasping for. the truth.
Miaka's breath caught in her throat as she saw and felt the intense.? She couldn't tell what it is that she's witnessing. All she knows is that, the heat in the room had gone up.
Author's Notes: Uhm. pardon for any mistakes in the details whatsoever. The desk is in Hotohori's study (so they're there right
now). I don't know if a study exist in Ancient China. *Tee-hee!* Not so much happened right? I know you all are quite
disappointed but just stay tuned, there's still more to this. And as I said, things will be getting juicier. @_@ Thank
you, thank you again for your reviews!!!!!! =big grin=
