A/N Once again, I do not own any charries or the lyrics, just the idea and plot! ;;evil grin;; Thanks again to Illusions-chan! ;;gives her another cookie;; Keep reading girly! There's more twists and turns to come! Hopefully, by the time I'm done, you guys are gonna feel like you've been on roller coaster. Oh! And sorry for the crappy spacing in the first chapter... - - That taught me to preview the chap before posting... ;;grumble;;

Sunday Morning's Child

Chapter 3

Yui's Thoughts and... wait, Nuriko?!

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

Yui watches Miaka leave in puzzlement. She had seemed like her normal self until Mr. Saihitei had walked into the room, then she just seemed to be on the verge of going ballistic. Something was up, but what was the question. Yui knew that Miaka missed Tamahome as much as she did if not more so, but neither one ever talked about what had happened during that time. They had both agreed to remain silent on the matter and to try to pick up their lives where they had left off. It had been a painful experience for them in several different ways. Yui could still remember the hatred she had for Miaka back then, Nakago first rescuing her from when she thought she had been raped only to rape her mind.

Even now there were times when she wondered if she would ever be all right again. Wondering if Miaka will actually tell her what's wrong later, she turns her attention back to Mr. Saihitei, making sure to keep track of the assignment so she could give it to Miaka after class.

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Miaka slips into the girls room, a soft sob slipping past her lips. How did he get here? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? And why didn't he recognize her? It felt like it was almost too much for her to handle.

"Hey, are you ok?"

"KYAAAAA!!!" Miaka jumps nearly six feet off the floor. She hadn't been aware that there was anyone standing at the sinks.

"Whoa! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you!" A young woman with purple tinted black hair tied back in a braid that hangs down to her waist wearing a casual blue suit like the one a teacher would wear looks at Miaka with wide eyes.

Nuriko? Ok. First Hotohori, now Nuriko! Now I know I must be dreaming!

"I'm sorry. How did you know my nick-name?"

"What?" Miaka blinks, blushing when she realizes she had spoken aloud. Wait, how did she know his nick-name? What did Nuriko mean by that! Not to mention, what was he doing in the girl's bathroom? Wasn't that taking the cross-dressing a bit too far? Miaka blinks again. Wait a minute, did he have a chest? Yeah, she was definitely going crazy! "You, look like someone I know, I, I mean, knew."

"Oh. Is that why you're crying? I hope I'm not being nosy." Nuriko places a consoling hand on Miaka's shoulder.

"I, I guess you could say that. I'm Miaka." She carefully watches for a flicker of any sort of emotion on Nuriko's face. Nuriko merely smiles at her.

"Nice to meet you Miaka! Why don't we get you cleaned up?"

Miaka nods dully as Nuriko carefully leads her over to a nearby sink with a mirror hanging over it. She was going crazy. It was that simple. All the stress of leaving everyone behind like that combined with trying to bury herself in her school work to try to forget about what happened had finally gotten to her. Miaka nearly giggles when she thinks of what her mom's reaction would be if she were to mention that she needs to see a shrink.

Nuriko looks at her askance, shrugging slightly. She was still a bit confused as to how Miaka knew her nick-name. Something nagged at her, Miaka's name sounded somehow, familiar. She sighs inwardly, figuring it was probably just the simple fact that she might have overheard it somewhere before school today. At least her day seemed to be off to a fairly good start, so far. At least none of the students were misbehaving on her as of yet. When she had decided to become a substitute home economics teacher, she didn't think she was going to end up subbing practically all over the city.

"All right, Miaka. Are you feeling a little better now?"

Miaka nods slightly, still a little dazed over the day she's having. "Thank you, Nuriko. I, I should get back to class now." She turns from Nuriko and heads out the door of the girl's room.