Only You
Author: Chibi Haruka
Disclaimer: I... unfortunatly... do not own Fushigi Fuugi. Big surprise
there, huh?
AN: Konnichi wa, minna! Please send in your comments/criticisms but this
is my first fic so be gentle!^.^; This is a Tasuki/Miaka fic and it starts
during the time when Tamahome is in Kotou under the influence of that drug.
Don't get me wrong, i love Tama-chan, but Tasuki's my favorite character
and i think he and Miaka would make a better couple! Also, there will be
cussing (can you quess who?) so for those of you with virgin ears, beware!
Well now that i've gotten that taken care of, on with the story!
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Chapter 1: Hidden Feelings
Love. She had never understood what it truly meant until she met Tamahome.
She had always dreamed what it must have felt like, or how sweet kisses
tasted. But now he was gone. He had betrayed her and left with her best
friend, abandoning her while she slept unsepectingly... and leaving her
with no one to blame but herself. Had she been too childish for his taste?
Was she too clumsy and stupid? Or maybe she just wasn't pretty enough. Her
mind replayed the times they had spent together, sinking her deeper into
the pit of depression that she had been drowning in thoughout the day. He
had hurt her... not just her heart, but her arm. He had acually hit her and
just stood there, staring her down as though she had meant nothing to him.
Her dull eyes began to glitter with tears as her hand cluched the material
of her sleeve until her knuckles were white. Mitsukake had healed her arm,
but not her heart... nothing could heal that. She stared solemly out the
window as the thoughts clouded her mind, oblivious to the tears that had
traveled down her paled cheeks onto her light pink robe. She had locked
herself in her room and had not talked to any of them... not even Tasuki
after he had almost died protecting her. But why protect her? The event
had left her dull and lifeless... with nothing worth protecting. She must
seem so selfish to them right now, sitting in her room alone without even
muttering so much as a 'thank you'. They cared about her so much and were
always protecting her with their lives, but she felt more like an
obligation. Her eyes slowly came back into focus as she listened to the
rain begin pit-pating on the roof before becoming a steady fall. The dreary
weather fit her mood perfectly, as though she had controlled the atmoshpere
with her emotions. Her gaze shifted to the large doors on the opposite side
of the room and she dreaded ever having to open them again. Not even food
was a welcome thought at the moment.
"Miaka... i have some yummy food for you..." Nuriko called though the door
in a sing-song voice, as if to answer her thoughts.
Miaka only turned away to her previous gaze on the window, allowing herself
to continue sinking deeper into that pit.
Nuriko sighed and set the tray of food at the foot of the door before
walking back to Tasuki's room.
"Did she take it, no da?" Chichiri asked with genuine concern as the other
senshi looked up to Nuriko. His solem face gave them their answer.
Tasuki abruptly stoped his complaining about the pain Mitsukake was causing
and glanced up at Nuriko with an unreadable expression.
"Did she say anything?"
His voice held a serious but compassionate tone, something foreign to his
usual playful tone.
"Iie..."
Tasuki looked down at his course hands. He had never met Tamahome but he
already hated him. He wasn't a senshi if he would do this to her... he
didn't even deserve to stand on the ground she walked on. And yet she had
cried for him... but why? She was always so innocent and naïve with a
serene aura of love surrounding her. She loved him. He bit his lower lip
roughly at the thought as his heart sank. He had always said he hated women,
but there was something diferent about her. He wanted to make her forget
about Tamahome and spend the rest of his life protecting her and making her
happy... she was the one woman he had ever wanted.
"Kuso! What the hell is take'n ya so fuck'n long?! Hurry up and use your
heal'n thing so i can fuck'n walk!" Tasuki shouted at the unspecting
Mitsukake, the anger and sadness still present in his voice.
Mitsukake sighed and put his hands over Tasuki until a warm green light
began iluminating from them and his symbol appeared. The pain wrapping
around his entire body quickly faded and he was able to move his once
broken arm and leg again.
"It's late... we should all try to get some sleep. We can do nothing but
pray she'll be back to her normal happy self again tomorrow." Hotohori
said as he stood up and walked out of the room with the others following
closely behind.
Tasuki sighed and shut the door behind them before raking his fingers
though his sliky orange hair and walking over to the window. The cool
breeze was a welcome distraction from his thoughts as he looked arround
at the newly misted area, but the quiet creak of a door interupted the
serene blanket of silence that had befallen the room. He quickly grabbed
his tessen and headed out the door into the silent halls of the palace,
following the light sound of footsteps. He turned a corner and glanced
around the area before walking out a door leading to the outside.
"Who's out here?! Show yerself so i can kick yer ass!"
Tasuki gripped his tessen tightly at his side and waited for a response,
but to no avail. He growled under his breath and moved forward towards a
small pond that rippled delicately as the breeze died down.
"Tasuki?"
Tasuki jumped about three feet in the air and swirled around towards the
voice, holding his tessen up in front of him.
"Miaka..."
He lowered the iron fan back down to his side.
"Geez! What da hell'd ya do that for?!! Don't sneak up behind me!! Ya scared
the shit outta me!"
He leaned over and supported his hands on his knees as he breathed a sigh
of relief.
"Gomen..."
Tasuki stood up straight and smiled one of his adorable lopsided smiles.
"No problem, Miaka-chan. But, what are ya do'n out here... in that..."
His eyes shamlessly wandered over her body as she blushed and tugged on the
hem of the short robe, making sure it wasn't showing to much cleavage. He
quickly shut his mouth and coughed awkwardly, realizing drool was forming
at the corner of his mouth. Miaka shrugged her shoulders in response and
returned her gaze to the ground, forcing the sting of tears down. He stared
at her as tears began to form noticably in her eyes, unable to find the
words. He couldn't stand it when she cried. Without thinking twice he
gently wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. She gasped in surprise
and he quickly returned his arm to its previous position at his side.
"Dammit, Miaka... don't ya start cry'n now! I hate it when ya cry..."
They sat in silence as he debated things he could tell her to cheer her up.
What was he supossed to say? 'I love you'? or maybe 'You look REALLY good
in that robe'? Yep, there's a winner.
"Stay with me..."
He just about choked after he realized he said that out loud. He smiled
inwardly, liking the sound of that, but his burning cheeks betrayed his
thoughts. She looked up at him, her eyes wide in surprise.
"What did you say?"
"Ehh... i said you can stay with me tonight... if you want."
He nervously scratched the back of his neck and laughed lightly.
"Really? i don't want you to feel like you're babysitting me or anything..."
Babysitting? Where the hell'd she get that idea? What had crossed his mind
a couple times was far from babysitting...
"Hai... but i wouldn't think that."
"Arigatou, Tasuki-chan."
Miaka smiled and he took the moment to wrap his arm around her slender
waist. She gasped silently but made no objections as they began walking to
his room. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she thought about the
irony of it, or even more ironicaly, his bed.
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Yes, i know it's short but that seemed like a good place to start another
chapter. And i am fully aware Mitsukake didn't heal him right then but it's
not like any of this happened anyway. Tell me what you think so far! i love
getting mail! ^.^ And just cause i left it off with 'his bed' doesn't mean
i'm going to make the story some sort of hentai... shame on you for
thinking i would do such a thing!::cough, cough:: I'll admit there MIGHT be
some lemons along the way but it wouldn't be hentai-ish... but i don't know
if there will be or not. Welp, ja ne!... for now... dun dun dun!
~WORDS YOU MAY NOT HAVE UNDERSTOOD~
Minna- everyone
Iie- no
Kuso- shit
Gomen- sorry
Hai- yes
Arigatou- thank you
Author: Chibi Haruka
Disclaimer: I... unfortunatly... do not own Fushigi Fuugi. Big surprise
there, huh?
AN: Konnichi wa, minna! Please send in your comments/criticisms but this
is my first fic so be gentle!^.^; This is a Tasuki/Miaka fic and it starts
during the time when Tamahome is in Kotou under the influence of that drug.
Don't get me wrong, i love Tama-chan, but Tasuki's my favorite character
and i think he and Miaka would make a better couple! Also, there will be
cussing (can you quess who?) so for those of you with virgin ears, beware!
Well now that i've gotten that taken care of, on with the story!
0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0oo0()0
Chapter 1: Hidden Feelings
Love. She had never understood what it truly meant until she met Tamahome.
She had always dreamed what it must have felt like, or how sweet kisses
tasted. But now he was gone. He had betrayed her and left with her best
friend, abandoning her while she slept unsepectingly... and leaving her
with no one to blame but herself. Had she been too childish for his taste?
Was she too clumsy and stupid? Or maybe she just wasn't pretty enough. Her
mind replayed the times they had spent together, sinking her deeper into
the pit of depression that she had been drowning in thoughout the day. He
had hurt her... not just her heart, but her arm. He had acually hit her and
just stood there, staring her down as though she had meant nothing to him.
Her dull eyes began to glitter with tears as her hand cluched the material
of her sleeve until her knuckles were white. Mitsukake had healed her arm,
but not her heart... nothing could heal that. She stared solemly out the
window as the thoughts clouded her mind, oblivious to the tears that had
traveled down her paled cheeks onto her light pink robe. She had locked
herself in her room and had not talked to any of them... not even Tasuki
after he had almost died protecting her. But why protect her? The event
had left her dull and lifeless... with nothing worth protecting. She must
seem so selfish to them right now, sitting in her room alone without even
muttering so much as a 'thank you'. They cared about her so much and were
always protecting her with their lives, but she felt more like an
obligation. Her eyes slowly came back into focus as she listened to the
rain begin pit-pating on the roof before becoming a steady fall. The dreary
weather fit her mood perfectly, as though she had controlled the atmoshpere
with her emotions. Her gaze shifted to the large doors on the opposite side
of the room and she dreaded ever having to open them again. Not even food
was a welcome thought at the moment.
"Miaka... i have some yummy food for you..." Nuriko called though the door
in a sing-song voice, as if to answer her thoughts.
Miaka only turned away to her previous gaze on the window, allowing herself
to continue sinking deeper into that pit.
Nuriko sighed and set the tray of food at the foot of the door before
walking back to Tasuki's room.
"Did she take it, no da?" Chichiri asked with genuine concern as the other
senshi looked up to Nuriko. His solem face gave them their answer.
Tasuki abruptly stoped his complaining about the pain Mitsukake was causing
and glanced up at Nuriko with an unreadable expression.
"Did she say anything?"
His voice held a serious but compassionate tone, something foreign to his
usual playful tone.
"Iie..."
Tasuki looked down at his course hands. He had never met Tamahome but he
already hated him. He wasn't a senshi if he would do this to her... he
didn't even deserve to stand on the ground she walked on. And yet she had
cried for him... but why? She was always so innocent and naïve with a
serene aura of love surrounding her. She loved him. He bit his lower lip
roughly at the thought as his heart sank. He had always said he hated women,
but there was something diferent about her. He wanted to make her forget
about Tamahome and spend the rest of his life protecting her and making her
happy... she was the one woman he had ever wanted.
"Kuso! What the hell is take'n ya so fuck'n long?! Hurry up and use your
heal'n thing so i can fuck'n walk!" Tasuki shouted at the unspecting
Mitsukake, the anger and sadness still present in his voice.
Mitsukake sighed and put his hands over Tasuki until a warm green light
began iluminating from them and his symbol appeared. The pain wrapping
around his entire body quickly faded and he was able to move his once
broken arm and leg again.
"It's late... we should all try to get some sleep. We can do nothing but
pray she'll be back to her normal happy self again tomorrow." Hotohori
said as he stood up and walked out of the room with the others following
closely behind.
Tasuki sighed and shut the door behind them before raking his fingers
though his sliky orange hair and walking over to the window. The cool
breeze was a welcome distraction from his thoughts as he looked arround
at the newly misted area, but the quiet creak of a door interupted the
serene blanket of silence that had befallen the room. He quickly grabbed
his tessen and headed out the door into the silent halls of the palace,
following the light sound of footsteps. He turned a corner and glanced
around the area before walking out a door leading to the outside.
"Who's out here?! Show yerself so i can kick yer ass!"
Tasuki gripped his tessen tightly at his side and waited for a response,
but to no avail. He growled under his breath and moved forward towards a
small pond that rippled delicately as the breeze died down.
"Tasuki?"
Tasuki jumped about three feet in the air and swirled around towards the
voice, holding his tessen up in front of him.
"Miaka..."
He lowered the iron fan back down to his side.
"Geez! What da hell'd ya do that for?!! Don't sneak up behind me!! Ya scared
the shit outta me!"
He leaned over and supported his hands on his knees as he breathed a sigh
of relief.
"Gomen..."
Tasuki stood up straight and smiled one of his adorable lopsided smiles.
"No problem, Miaka-chan. But, what are ya do'n out here... in that..."
His eyes shamlessly wandered over her body as she blushed and tugged on the
hem of the short robe, making sure it wasn't showing to much cleavage. He
quickly shut his mouth and coughed awkwardly, realizing drool was forming
at the corner of his mouth. Miaka shrugged her shoulders in response and
returned her gaze to the ground, forcing the sting of tears down. He stared
at her as tears began to form noticably in her eyes, unable to find the
words. He couldn't stand it when she cried. Without thinking twice he
gently wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. She gasped in surprise
and he quickly returned his arm to its previous position at his side.
"Dammit, Miaka... don't ya start cry'n now! I hate it when ya cry..."
They sat in silence as he debated things he could tell her to cheer her up.
What was he supossed to say? 'I love you'? or maybe 'You look REALLY good
in that robe'? Yep, there's a winner.
"Stay with me..."
He just about choked after he realized he said that out loud. He smiled
inwardly, liking the sound of that, but his burning cheeks betrayed his
thoughts. She looked up at him, her eyes wide in surprise.
"What did you say?"
"Ehh... i said you can stay with me tonight... if you want."
He nervously scratched the back of his neck and laughed lightly.
"Really? i don't want you to feel like you're babysitting me or anything..."
Babysitting? Where the hell'd she get that idea? What had crossed his mind
a couple times was far from babysitting...
"Hai... but i wouldn't think that."
"Arigatou, Tasuki-chan."
Miaka smiled and he took the moment to wrap his arm around her slender
waist. She gasped silently but made no objections as they began walking to
his room. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she thought about the
irony of it, or even more ironicaly, his bed.
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Yes, i know it's short but that seemed like a good place to start another
chapter. And i am fully aware Mitsukake didn't heal him right then but it's
not like any of this happened anyway. Tell me what you think so far! i love
getting mail! ^.^ And just cause i left it off with 'his bed' doesn't mean
i'm going to make the story some sort of hentai... shame on you for
thinking i would do such a thing!::cough, cough:: I'll admit there MIGHT be
some lemons along the way but it wouldn't be hentai-ish... but i don't know
if there will be or not. Welp, ja ne!... for now... dun dun dun!
~WORDS YOU MAY NOT HAVE UNDERSTOOD~
Minna- everyone
Iie- no
Kuso- shit
Gomen- sorry
Hai- yes
Arigatou- thank you