Only You
Author: Chibi Haruka
Disclaimer: Don't own Fushigi Yuugi, yadda, yadda, yadda...
AN: Fourth chapter! Hurray! Don't have much to say here so
i'll keep it short so you can continue with the story (is
anyone even read'n these? Or are ya just skip'n to the
fic?...::silence::... I see...). Whelp, I suppose all that
leaves is my despret plea for emails... so, email in those
opinions! It's gotten to the point where i don't even care
if its flames! Well now i just sound pathetic.
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Chapter 4: For You
Tasuki's jaw dropped. His eyes widdened. His fists clentched. How
could that guy even show his face around here after what he did?!
Tamahome... the one who had not only broken Miaka's arm, but her
heart... the one who Tasuki had fought to save her from. His stomach
churned in anger as he glared daggers at a cowering Nuriko.
"Eh... Tasuki?"
"HOW THE FUCKING HELL IS TAMAHOME HERE?! I'll kill the fuck'n bastard!!"
Tasuki growled, his symbol blazing a furious red as he reached for
his tessen.
"Ta-Tasuki! You can't! He's one of us!"
"Watch me."
Indifferent to Nuriko's plea, Tasuki strode past him resolutely,
willing to sacrafice everything--including his life--for his
preistess... his love.
'Miaka...'
It had already been set in stone who he lived for... who he protects.
'Hontou ni...gomen.'
He had to protect her. The words repeated themselves in his mind a
thousand times over, each time becoming more desperate, more determined.
He knew doing this would cost him her friendship... after all, he was
about to kill the guy she loved, but it was better than risking her life.
Anything was better.
Miaka tugged at the material of her robe absentmindedly, a smile barely
visible on her face as a soft blush stained her cheeks. Something had
changed over the past few days... her heart beat differently around
Tasuki, a fast, anxious beat... a beat like she was in love. But no,
that couldn't be it. She was still in love with Tamahome. She waited
for the familiar thumping of her heart that had always accompained the
mere utter of his name... but it never came. Her thoughts abruptly came
to a halt as the clacking of boots sounded through the empty halls,
coming closer and closer. She opened the door and peered around the
corner, adjusting the hem of her robe.
"Tasuki?" she asked dumbly, surprised at the coldness in his eyes and
the symbol glowing brightly on his right arm.
"Mi-Miaka?"
The anger his features had held quickly faded as he gazed almost sadly
into her eyes.
"What is it? What's wrong?!"
She grasped his shirt, begging him to tell her, but he only looked away,
his eyes cast downward.
"Miaka... gomen..." he whispered, before lifting her from the floor and
bringing her to her bed, and closing and locking the door behind him.
Realizing what had happened, she banged on the door, begging him to let
her out, but to no avail. He turned and left, conitinuing on his
origional route towards the front of the palace, silently wishing for
her forgiveness.
His tousled hair whipped around his face as he stepped out into the
cold dark night, the bitter wind still moist from the recent rain. The
sishisenshi stood beside him, shock evident on all their faces as they
stared at the man who had once been their leader... their companion...
but he only glared back with contempt. Even in the dark, with only the
moon to light the earth, his evil smirk was clearly visable as his cold
eyes sought out his previous miko. Tasuki stepped forward, ignorant
to the calls of his friends behind him, as he pulled forward his tessen.
"Keep away from Miaka."
After struggling with the door for a good five minutes, Miaka gave up
and slide to the floor, burrying her head in her knees.
"Tasuki..."
She knew she must be in danger, he wouldn't have done this otherwise.
"Tasuki! Anyone! Let me out!" she cried as she gave one last bang on
the door, but her request was met only by silence.
"Please..."
"Meow."
"...huh?"
She stared skeptically at the door, silenty wondering if the meow-like
noise was some sort of hillucination.
"Meow."
"Tama-neko!" She said inthusiasticaly, recognising the meow as
Mitsukake's cat.
"Help me get out of here!" she pleaded, fully aware she was talking
to a cat, but couldn't care less at the moment.
The cat only meowed and pawed helplessly at the door, unable to grant
her wish. She moaned and rolled her eyes heavenward, before noticing
a window above the door that was just big enough for a girl her size
to fit through...
"This has nothing to do with you. All i want is the Suzaku no Miko."
Tamahome said calmly, the arrogant smirk still on his face.
"You'll have ta get past me first, ya shit-faced bastard. I ain't let'n
an ass like you get anywhere near her. Ya better leave now if ya ever
wanna see that whore ya betrayed Miaka for again."
"I'm not leaving until i get what i want." he said, drawing his sword.
"If ya insist."
He held his tessen in front of him, prepared to kill anyone who dare
try to touch Miaka. Tamahome lunged forward in an attempt to catch him
off guard, but Tasuki dodged the attack with ease and turned, his tessen
poised.
'Miaka...'
"REKKA SHINEN!"
The attack hit its target and Tamahome fell to the ground, ignorant
to the clang of his sword against the cement as blood seeped through
his tattered clothes.
"TAMAHOME!"
Tasuki turned towards the scream to see Miaka, bathed in moonlight,
standing horrified behind the sichisenshi. She ran towards the fallen
senshi, tears streaming down her cheeks as she kneeled beside him,
begging him to live.
"MIAKA!" he screamed as Tamahome reached for the sword, trying to
finish the task he had came to do.
"MIAKA! LOOK OU--"
He stopped in mid-sentence as he watched her slowly lean forward and
press her lips to his, her hands tightly gripping his shirt as her
tears fell to his chest.
'Tamahome... goodbye... because.... i'm in love with Tasuki...'
Her heart beat faster as she realized it... she was deeply in love
with Tasuki. Why she was always so worried about him, and why she
had always cared about him so much wasn't because of friendship...
it was never friendship. She had always been in love with him... she
just didn't know it. She broke the kiss and slowly opened her eyes to
gaze into his, silently pleading for his forgivness.
"Mi...Miaka? Why are you crying?" he said weakly, his eyes no longer
cold and distant as he brought his hand up to gently graze her cheek,
as if to confirm she wasn't just an illusion.
"...Tama...home? Mitsukake!"
The sichisenshi gathered around the two as Mitsukake healed him, leaving
Tasuki to smile sadly at Miaka as he watched her hug Tamahome.
He loved her so much...
Enough to give her up.
"I'm glad yer happy... Miaka." he whispered dejectedly as he turned and
walked back into the palace.
Miaka wiped the dried trail of tears from her cheeks with the back of
her hand before glancing around the group for a familiar red-headed
bandit... but he wasn't there.
'Tasuki...'
"Ne, Miaka?"
She turned and smiled at Tamahome, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"You must be tired, let's get you to your room." she said as the
sichisenshi helped him up.
She had to tell him... she had to explain to him her feelings for Tasuki,
she at least owed him that. But, what if after she told Tamahome this,
Tasuki regected her, telling her he hates women? Or saying he doesn't
feel the same way? She resolutly shook the thoughts from her mind,
reasoning she would regret it if she didn't, or worse yet, keeping it
to herself would make it awkward to be around him.
"Minna... can i speak to him alone?" she asked timidly as they
nodded in response, saying their goodnights and closing the door
softly behind them. She stood quietly for a few moments, debating
the best way to tell him all of this information, before taking a
deep breath and begining...
Tasuki sat at the edge of his bed, his head craddled in his hands.
This was exactly how it should be, he reasoned, at least she was safe.
Then... why did it hurt so much?
He had known she was in love with him, but no matter how prepared he
was, it still hurt to watch her kiss him. An emotion foreign to his
body churned inside of him... he wanted to cry. A grown man, who
had never let himself cry over anything, was about to cry because
of a girl, of all things.
"Dammit Tasuki... ya should'a known..."
He collapsed backward onto the bed, closing his eyes as tears made
their way down his tan cheeks. He silently wondered what it would've
been like if it had been different--if he had met her before
Tamahome--would she be in love with him instead? Before he could
think any deeper on the subject, a light knocking came at the door.
"Get yer ass away from my door."
"Tasuki, it's me. I need to talk to you... please let me in."
As much as he wanted nothing more than to see Miaka's face, a part of
him knew that if he did, he'd want to hold her, and he'd never want to
let go.
"I don't wanna talk. So go away."
He closed his eyes. The words sounded strange aimed at her, he had
never told her to keep away from him, and had never planned to. She
stood at the door in silence, debating what to do next. Shaking
slightly, she slowly brought her hand to the knob and twisted it before
entering the room.
"I said i didn't wanna talk. Why do ya not get that i wanna be alone?!
You've got your 'Tamahome,' so go talk to him... i ain't got nuttin to say."
he said as he stood and turned to her, glaring angrily, and after realizing
she was making no move to leave, continued.
"Get out!"
"Tasuki, why're y--"
"'CAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!"
He gazed at her sadly, all traces of anger gone.
"I've always... only wanted you! Yer in love with Tamahome, i know
that... but i can't stand that ass always make'n ya cry! I could make
you happier..."
He trailed off as he cast his eyes downward, half expecting her to
slap him in the face.
"Tasuki!" She cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tightly
grasping the material of his shirt.
"Aishiteru! Hontou ni aishiteru, Tasuki!"
His eyes widdened as her words sunk in... she loved him too. He pulled
back to wipe away her tears with his thumbs, as if to make sure she was't
just a dream, one he would soon wake up from and realize she wasn't by
his side. But even if it was a dream, he reasoned, he might as well
make the most of it...
"Aishiteru..." he whispered softly as he closed the gap between their
mouths, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
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AN: One more chapter to go! Would ya believe i've made everything
up as i went along? (probably.) Gaaa i hated this chapter! Not cause
of the stuff in it, but because i had to type 3/4ths of it twice!
I was sit'n here, type'n away, minding my own business, when all the
sudden... the power goes out! I hadn't saved for A LONG time, and
i was finished when it went out. There wasn't any lightning or
nothing! Just bang. Pissed me off. I saved the crap outta it the
second time around! Whelp, enough of my complaining...
Email me your comments/criticisms/flames/whatever! Love to hear
'um! Oh, and be sure to read my best friend, Krystle-chan's, first
fanfic, Mixed Emotions, and send her lots of nice email too
(email it to my address since she practically lives here).
Ja mata!
~Chibi Haruka ... (chibi_haruka@worldnet.att.net)
~WORDS YOU MAY NOT HAVE UNDERSTOOD~
Gomen- i'm sorry
Rekka Shinen- Tasuki-chan's phrase for making his tessen work (duh.)
(Hontou ni) Aishiteru- (i really) I love you
Author: Chibi Haruka
Disclaimer: Don't own Fushigi Yuugi, yadda, yadda, yadda...
AN: Fourth chapter! Hurray! Don't have much to say here so
i'll keep it short so you can continue with the story (is
anyone even read'n these? Or are ya just skip'n to the
fic?...::silence::... I see...). Whelp, I suppose all that
leaves is my despret plea for emails... so, email in those
opinions! It's gotten to the point where i don't even care
if its flames! Well now i just sound pathetic.
o0(Tasuki&Miaka)0o.o0(Tasuki&Miaka)0o.o0(Tasuki&Miaka)0o.o0(Tasuki&Miaka)0o
Chapter 4: For You
Tasuki's jaw dropped. His eyes widdened. His fists clentched. How
could that guy even show his face around here after what he did?!
Tamahome... the one who had not only broken Miaka's arm, but her
heart... the one who Tasuki had fought to save her from. His stomach
churned in anger as he glared daggers at a cowering Nuriko.
"Eh... Tasuki?"
"HOW THE FUCKING HELL IS TAMAHOME HERE?! I'll kill the fuck'n bastard!!"
Tasuki growled, his symbol blazing a furious red as he reached for
his tessen.
"Ta-Tasuki! You can't! He's one of us!"
"Watch me."
Indifferent to Nuriko's plea, Tasuki strode past him resolutely,
willing to sacrafice everything--including his life--for his
preistess... his love.
'Miaka...'
It had already been set in stone who he lived for... who he protects.
'Hontou ni...gomen.'
He had to protect her. The words repeated themselves in his mind a
thousand times over, each time becoming more desperate, more determined.
He knew doing this would cost him her friendship... after all, he was
about to kill the guy she loved, but it was better than risking her life.
Anything was better.
Miaka tugged at the material of her robe absentmindedly, a smile barely
visible on her face as a soft blush stained her cheeks. Something had
changed over the past few days... her heart beat differently around
Tasuki, a fast, anxious beat... a beat like she was in love. But no,
that couldn't be it. She was still in love with Tamahome. She waited
for the familiar thumping of her heart that had always accompained the
mere utter of his name... but it never came. Her thoughts abruptly came
to a halt as the clacking of boots sounded through the empty halls,
coming closer and closer. She opened the door and peered around the
corner, adjusting the hem of her robe.
"Tasuki?" she asked dumbly, surprised at the coldness in his eyes and
the symbol glowing brightly on his right arm.
"Mi-Miaka?"
The anger his features had held quickly faded as he gazed almost sadly
into her eyes.
"What is it? What's wrong?!"
She grasped his shirt, begging him to tell her, but he only looked away,
his eyes cast downward.
"Miaka... gomen..." he whispered, before lifting her from the floor and
bringing her to her bed, and closing and locking the door behind him.
Realizing what had happened, she banged on the door, begging him to let
her out, but to no avail. He turned and left, conitinuing on his
origional route towards the front of the palace, silently wishing for
her forgiveness.
His tousled hair whipped around his face as he stepped out into the
cold dark night, the bitter wind still moist from the recent rain. The
sishisenshi stood beside him, shock evident on all their faces as they
stared at the man who had once been their leader... their companion...
but he only glared back with contempt. Even in the dark, with only the
moon to light the earth, his evil smirk was clearly visable as his cold
eyes sought out his previous miko. Tasuki stepped forward, ignorant
to the calls of his friends behind him, as he pulled forward his tessen.
"Keep away from Miaka."
After struggling with the door for a good five minutes, Miaka gave up
and slide to the floor, burrying her head in her knees.
"Tasuki..."
She knew she must be in danger, he wouldn't have done this otherwise.
"Tasuki! Anyone! Let me out!" she cried as she gave one last bang on
the door, but her request was met only by silence.
"Please..."
"Meow."
"...huh?"
She stared skeptically at the door, silenty wondering if the meow-like
noise was some sort of hillucination.
"Meow."
"Tama-neko!" She said inthusiasticaly, recognising the meow as
Mitsukake's cat.
"Help me get out of here!" she pleaded, fully aware she was talking
to a cat, but couldn't care less at the moment.
The cat only meowed and pawed helplessly at the door, unable to grant
her wish. She moaned and rolled her eyes heavenward, before noticing
a window above the door that was just big enough for a girl her size
to fit through...
"This has nothing to do with you. All i want is the Suzaku no Miko."
Tamahome said calmly, the arrogant smirk still on his face.
"You'll have ta get past me first, ya shit-faced bastard. I ain't let'n
an ass like you get anywhere near her. Ya better leave now if ya ever
wanna see that whore ya betrayed Miaka for again."
"I'm not leaving until i get what i want." he said, drawing his sword.
"If ya insist."
He held his tessen in front of him, prepared to kill anyone who dare
try to touch Miaka. Tamahome lunged forward in an attempt to catch him
off guard, but Tasuki dodged the attack with ease and turned, his tessen
poised.
'Miaka...'
"REKKA SHINEN!"
The attack hit its target and Tamahome fell to the ground, ignorant
to the clang of his sword against the cement as blood seeped through
his tattered clothes.
"TAMAHOME!"
Tasuki turned towards the scream to see Miaka, bathed in moonlight,
standing horrified behind the sichisenshi. She ran towards the fallen
senshi, tears streaming down her cheeks as she kneeled beside him,
begging him to live.
"MIAKA!" he screamed as Tamahome reached for the sword, trying to
finish the task he had came to do.
"MIAKA! LOOK OU--"
He stopped in mid-sentence as he watched her slowly lean forward and
press her lips to his, her hands tightly gripping his shirt as her
tears fell to his chest.
'Tamahome... goodbye... because.... i'm in love with Tasuki...'
Her heart beat faster as she realized it... she was deeply in love
with Tasuki. Why she was always so worried about him, and why she
had always cared about him so much wasn't because of friendship...
it was never friendship. She had always been in love with him... she
just didn't know it. She broke the kiss and slowly opened her eyes to
gaze into his, silently pleading for his forgivness.
"Mi...Miaka? Why are you crying?" he said weakly, his eyes no longer
cold and distant as he brought his hand up to gently graze her cheek,
as if to confirm she wasn't just an illusion.
"...Tama...home? Mitsukake!"
The sichisenshi gathered around the two as Mitsukake healed him, leaving
Tasuki to smile sadly at Miaka as he watched her hug Tamahome.
He loved her so much...
Enough to give her up.
"I'm glad yer happy... Miaka." he whispered dejectedly as he turned and
walked back into the palace.
Miaka wiped the dried trail of tears from her cheeks with the back of
her hand before glancing around the group for a familiar red-headed
bandit... but he wasn't there.
'Tasuki...'
"Ne, Miaka?"
She turned and smiled at Tamahome, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"You must be tired, let's get you to your room." she said as the
sichisenshi helped him up.
She had to tell him... she had to explain to him her feelings for Tasuki,
she at least owed him that. But, what if after she told Tamahome this,
Tasuki regected her, telling her he hates women? Or saying he doesn't
feel the same way? She resolutly shook the thoughts from her mind,
reasoning she would regret it if she didn't, or worse yet, keeping it
to herself would make it awkward to be around him.
"Minna... can i speak to him alone?" she asked timidly as they
nodded in response, saying their goodnights and closing the door
softly behind them. She stood quietly for a few moments, debating
the best way to tell him all of this information, before taking a
deep breath and begining...
Tasuki sat at the edge of his bed, his head craddled in his hands.
This was exactly how it should be, he reasoned, at least she was safe.
Then... why did it hurt so much?
He had known she was in love with him, but no matter how prepared he
was, it still hurt to watch her kiss him. An emotion foreign to his
body churned inside of him... he wanted to cry. A grown man, who
had never let himself cry over anything, was about to cry because
of a girl, of all things.
"Dammit Tasuki... ya should'a known..."
He collapsed backward onto the bed, closing his eyes as tears made
their way down his tan cheeks. He silently wondered what it would've
been like if it had been different--if he had met her before
Tamahome--would she be in love with him instead? Before he could
think any deeper on the subject, a light knocking came at the door.
"Get yer ass away from my door."
"Tasuki, it's me. I need to talk to you... please let me in."
As much as he wanted nothing more than to see Miaka's face, a part of
him knew that if he did, he'd want to hold her, and he'd never want to
let go.
"I don't wanna talk. So go away."
He closed his eyes. The words sounded strange aimed at her, he had
never told her to keep away from him, and had never planned to. She
stood at the door in silence, debating what to do next. Shaking
slightly, she slowly brought her hand to the knob and twisted it before
entering the room.
"I said i didn't wanna talk. Why do ya not get that i wanna be alone?!
You've got your 'Tamahome,' so go talk to him... i ain't got nuttin to say."
he said as he stood and turned to her, glaring angrily, and after realizing
she was making no move to leave, continued.
"Get out!"
"Tasuki, why're y--"
"'CAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!"
He gazed at her sadly, all traces of anger gone.
"I've always... only wanted you! Yer in love with Tamahome, i know
that... but i can't stand that ass always make'n ya cry! I could make
you happier..."
He trailed off as he cast his eyes downward, half expecting her to
slap him in the face.
"Tasuki!" She cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tightly
grasping the material of his shirt.
"Aishiteru! Hontou ni aishiteru, Tasuki!"
His eyes widdened as her words sunk in... she loved him too. He pulled
back to wipe away her tears with his thumbs, as if to make sure she was't
just a dream, one he would soon wake up from and realize she wasn't by
his side. But even if it was a dream, he reasoned, he might as well
make the most of it...
"Aishiteru..." he whispered softly as he closed the gap between their
mouths, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
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AN: One more chapter to go! Would ya believe i've made everything
up as i went along? (probably.) Gaaa i hated this chapter! Not cause
of the stuff in it, but because i had to type 3/4ths of it twice!
I was sit'n here, type'n away, minding my own business, when all the
sudden... the power goes out! I hadn't saved for A LONG time, and
i was finished when it went out. There wasn't any lightning or
nothing! Just bang. Pissed me off. I saved the crap outta it the
second time around! Whelp, enough of my complaining...
Email me your comments/criticisms/flames/whatever! Love to hear
'um! Oh, and be sure to read my best friend, Krystle-chan's, first
fanfic, Mixed Emotions, and send her lots of nice email too
(email it to my address since she practically lives here).
Ja mata!
~Chibi Haruka ... (chibi_haruka@worldnet.att.net)
~WORDS YOU MAY NOT HAVE UNDERSTOOD~
Gomen- i'm sorry
Rekka Shinen- Tasuki-chan's phrase for making his tessen work (duh.)
(Hontou ni) Aishiteru- (i really) I love you