Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yûgi. I especially do not own the
characters Tamahome and Miaka. If I did, I would probably beat them
senseless, tie them together, and lock them in the Bad Closet with the
Scary Vacuum Cleaner and the Dust Bunnies until they promise not to have
big dramatic break-ups and make-ups every five minutes.
Warnings: While reading this chapter, you may feel the irresistible urge to beat your head against your keyboard, monitor, desk, or wall, due to extreme sap and Miaka/Tamahome relationship stupidity. Also, mild Miaka bashing (you know the drill).
CHAPTER FIVE: IN WHICH TAMAHOME WANTS TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
"Just what the hell is going on, Miaka?!" asked Tamahome, angry, hurt, and confused.
On returning to the hotel, Tamahome had found Mitsukake passed out on his bed, and decided it was a good time to talk to Miaka about why she had been avoiding him. He had burst into her room without knocking, saying, "Miaka, we have to talk!" He had waited, hands on his hips, for Miaka to stop choking.
Miaka had been sitting around in her underwear and- surprise!- stuffing her face. "Talk about what?" she had asked, her eyes wide in an attempt at innocence.
Which brings us back to the beginning of the chapter.
"Just what the hell is going on, Miaka?!" asked Tamahome, angry, hurt, and confused.
"What do you mean?" she asked, acting dumb- or maybe not acting. She couldn't bring herself to say his name.
"You've been avoiding me all day! Why?"
Miaka dropped her eyes to the floor, unwilling to meet his piercing gaze. 'Oh, he's so handsome when he's angry,' she thought.
"Miaka, look at me!" demanded Tamahome, lifting her chin up sharply. "Now answer my question. Why are you avoiding me?"
Miaka's eyes filled with tears. "I...." She shook her head. She couldn't lie to him. "We have to end it, Tamahome!"
He drew his hand back with a hiss of shock. He blinked, unbelieving. "What?"
"We can't be together Tamahome! I can't love you!" Miaka burst into tears.
Tamahome was crushed. "Why not?" he asked.
Miaka looked away. "Because... because you're not real! You're just a fictional character! I can't be in love with someone who doesn't exist! I thought it would be easier on the both of us if I just started avoiding you."
'Oh right,' thought Tamahome, 'it's real easy for me when you suddenly begin ignoring me without telling me why.' He sighed. "Miaka, if I'm not a real person, why should you worry about my feelings?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Miaka. "You're right! What if I just told you I hate you?"
"Miaka!" exclaimed Tamahome, exasperated. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, lightly. "Do you have feelings for me?"
She bit her lip, avoiding his eyes. 'Just say no, Miaka!'
"Miaka!" He shook her again. "Yes or no? And don't lie to me!"
She looked into his eyes, tears streaming from her own. "Yes," she breathed.
He pushed her roughly onto the bed, holding her down. (Why does he always do that, anyway?)
"Tamahome!" shrieked Miaka, struggling feebly. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"No, Miaka!" he replied. "I will never let you go! Believe me when I say I have feelings for you. I love you more deeply than I ever thought possible. It hurts when you push me away like this. I know I'm a real person, and I know I have feelings, because otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much. I may come from a very different kind of world from yours, Miaka, but I love you, and I have to make you believe it! I love you, Miaka, I always have, and I will marry you some day, and we'll always be together!"
Tamahome paused for second. As he spoke, the symbol on his forehead had begun to glow with a red light.
"Do you know what this symbol on my forehead means?"
"No, what does it mean?"
"I don't know, why do you think I was asking you? Anyway, I only have it because I'm a Celestial Warrior of Suzaku, sworn to protect the Priestess of Suzaku. So basically, I only exist because you do. Without you I'm nothing. If you leave me, you'll take away part of my soul, and then I really will be a nobody. Please, Miaka, I swear I'll always protect you, just don't ever leave me!"
Miaka was silent for a long moment. Her eyes filled with tears, and she flung her arms around his neck. "Oh, Tamahome!"
Tamahome hugged her back, his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Miaka!"
"Tamahome."
"Miaka."
They lay on the bed for a blissful eternity, reminding each other what their name was.
* * *
Notes: Well, hey, I apologize for that chapter, but you know it was necessary. I mean, it wouldn't be Fushigi Yûgi without all the Tamahome/Miaka drama. Ye gods, they make me so exasperated! They do this all the time! One of them comes up with some lame reason to dump the other, and then they are all sobby and angsty about it for awhile. Then there's the angry confrontation, followed by the tearful make-up where they tell each other that they'll never leave each other again. Rinse and repeat. I want to bash their heads together! Miaka's whole "oh my god, he's just a book character, he doesn't exist" trip really irks me. He's just as real as anyone; he just happens to live in another world/universe/dimension/plane of existence.
Ehehehe... okay, enough ranting. Toodles!
Warnings: While reading this chapter, you may feel the irresistible urge to beat your head against your keyboard, monitor, desk, or wall, due to extreme sap and Miaka/Tamahome relationship stupidity. Also, mild Miaka bashing (you know the drill).
CHAPTER FIVE: IN WHICH TAMAHOME WANTS TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
"Just what the hell is going on, Miaka?!" asked Tamahome, angry, hurt, and confused.
On returning to the hotel, Tamahome had found Mitsukake passed out on his bed, and decided it was a good time to talk to Miaka about why she had been avoiding him. He had burst into her room without knocking, saying, "Miaka, we have to talk!" He had waited, hands on his hips, for Miaka to stop choking.
Miaka had been sitting around in her underwear and- surprise!- stuffing her face. "Talk about what?" she had asked, her eyes wide in an attempt at innocence.
Which brings us back to the beginning of the chapter.
"Just what the hell is going on, Miaka?!" asked Tamahome, angry, hurt, and confused.
"What do you mean?" she asked, acting dumb- or maybe not acting. She couldn't bring herself to say his name.
"You've been avoiding me all day! Why?"
Miaka dropped her eyes to the floor, unwilling to meet his piercing gaze. 'Oh, he's so handsome when he's angry,' she thought.
"Miaka, look at me!" demanded Tamahome, lifting her chin up sharply. "Now answer my question. Why are you avoiding me?"
Miaka's eyes filled with tears. "I...." She shook her head. She couldn't lie to him. "We have to end it, Tamahome!"
He drew his hand back with a hiss of shock. He blinked, unbelieving. "What?"
"We can't be together Tamahome! I can't love you!" Miaka burst into tears.
Tamahome was crushed. "Why not?" he asked.
Miaka looked away. "Because... because you're not real! You're just a fictional character! I can't be in love with someone who doesn't exist! I thought it would be easier on the both of us if I just started avoiding you."
'Oh right,' thought Tamahome, 'it's real easy for me when you suddenly begin ignoring me without telling me why.' He sighed. "Miaka, if I'm not a real person, why should you worry about my feelings?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Miaka. "You're right! What if I just told you I hate you?"
"Miaka!" exclaimed Tamahome, exasperated. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, lightly. "Do you have feelings for me?"
She bit her lip, avoiding his eyes. 'Just say no, Miaka!'
"Miaka!" He shook her again. "Yes or no? And don't lie to me!"
She looked into his eyes, tears streaming from her own. "Yes," she breathed.
He pushed her roughly onto the bed, holding her down. (Why does he always do that, anyway?)
"Tamahome!" shrieked Miaka, struggling feebly. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"No, Miaka!" he replied. "I will never let you go! Believe me when I say I have feelings for you. I love you more deeply than I ever thought possible. It hurts when you push me away like this. I know I'm a real person, and I know I have feelings, because otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much. I may come from a very different kind of world from yours, Miaka, but I love you, and I have to make you believe it! I love you, Miaka, I always have, and I will marry you some day, and we'll always be together!"
Tamahome paused for second. As he spoke, the symbol on his forehead had begun to glow with a red light.
"Do you know what this symbol on my forehead means?"
"No, what does it mean?"
"I don't know, why do you think I was asking you? Anyway, I only have it because I'm a Celestial Warrior of Suzaku, sworn to protect the Priestess of Suzaku. So basically, I only exist because you do. Without you I'm nothing. If you leave me, you'll take away part of my soul, and then I really will be a nobody. Please, Miaka, I swear I'll always protect you, just don't ever leave me!"
Miaka was silent for a long moment. Her eyes filled with tears, and she flung her arms around his neck. "Oh, Tamahome!"
Tamahome hugged her back, his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Miaka!"
"Tamahome."
"Miaka."
They lay on the bed for a blissful eternity, reminding each other what their name was.
* * *
Notes: Well, hey, I apologize for that chapter, but you know it was necessary. I mean, it wouldn't be Fushigi Yûgi without all the Tamahome/Miaka drama. Ye gods, they make me so exasperated! They do this all the time! One of them comes up with some lame reason to dump the other, and then they are all sobby and angsty about it for awhile. Then there's the angry confrontation, followed by the tearful make-up where they tell each other that they'll never leave each other again. Rinse and repeat. I want to bash their heads together! Miaka's whole "oh my god, he's just a book character, he doesn't exist" trip really irks me. He's just as real as anyone; he just happens to live in another world/universe/dimension/plane of existence.
Ehehehe... okay, enough ranting. Toodles!