Chapter 2: The Child Who Looked Like My Love
Imperial China, a place once torn apart by war and famine has been rebuilt into a highly prosperous land. Families are brought together in this time of utter happiness and are commended to gather together in togetherness that only the hopeless and desperate would dare dream of...or a gluttonous girl wearing a school uniform.
Miaka stood behind a crippled tree and thought to herself. Is...is this really the same China that the Universe of Four Gods revolves around? She remembered well the world of the Four Gods, were she struggled to obtain the seven constellations and summon the god. Yet this place, an Eden of a thousand worlds was what she prayed for the moment she called on Susaku and never imagined it would actually appear before her.
"Geez," she scoffed, "this must be a dream or something. There's no way I could..."
Her self-conversation was interrupted by speeding footsteps and a high pitched squeak of delight. She kept behind the tree and turned to see who was approaching. It was a child, a child who looked no more than six years old. He resembled the man that brought so much joy and splendor into Miaka's life, though she was too dumbfounded to recall even his name. Not to mention the kid was a little clumsy with him tripping over his own feet.
"That child reminds me of myself a few years ago," Miaka whispered, "but he looks just like..."
"MAMA!"
Miaka flung herself against the tree nearly rendering herself unconscious.
"Wh-what did y-you just call me?" she asked.
He giggled. "Duh, mom. It's me, Cho-Ryu your son!"
A sweat drop popped up on her head. "My son?"
Well, is it getting any better? I hope so cuz when I tried to make up Miaka and Tama homes' son's name I thought I was being ignorant of the Chinese language. But anyway don't you dare read this and not REVIEW!
Imperial China, a place once torn apart by war and famine has been rebuilt into a highly prosperous land. Families are brought together in this time of utter happiness and are commended to gather together in togetherness that only the hopeless and desperate would dare dream of...or a gluttonous girl wearing a school uniform.
Miaka stood behind a crippled tree and thought to herself. Is...is this really the same China that the Universe of Four Gods revolves around? She remembered well the world of the Four Gods, were she struggled to obtain the seven constellations and summon the god. Yet this place, an Eden of a thousand worlds was what she prayed for the moment she called on Susaku and never imagined it would actually appear before her.
"Geez," she scoffed, "this must be a dream or something. There's no way I could..."
Her self-conversation was interrupted by speeding footsteps and a high pitched squeak of delight. She kept behind the tree and turned to see who was approaching. It was a child, a child who looked no more than six years old. He resembled the man that brought so much joy and splendor into Miaka's life, though she was too dumbfounded to recall even his name. Not to mention the kid was a little clumsy with him tripping over his own feet.
"That child reminds me of myself a few years ago," Miaka whispered, "but he looks just like..."
"MAMA!"
Miaka flung herself against the tree nearly rendering herself unconscious.
"Wh-what did y-you just call me?" she asked.
He giggled. "Duh, mom. It's me, Cho-Ryu your son!"
A sweat drop popped up on her head. "My son?"
Well, is it getting any better? I hope so cuz when I tried to make up Miaka and Tama homes' son's name I thought I was being ignorant of the Chinese language. But anyway don't you dare read this and not REVIEW!