Disclaimer: No, Fushigi Yûgi isn't mine. It belongs to Shogakukan Comics, Pierrot Studios, TV Tokyo and Pioneer. No copyright infringement is intended.
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"You have some explaining to do, asshole." Tasuki heard a low, provoking voice declare from behind him which caused him to turn his head around.
"Nice ta meet you too, Jackass." Tasuki took a nonchalant swig of the illegal drink that he was grasping in his hand. Feeling the cool, lush liquid flood his mouth and sweep down his throat, he couldn't help but let out a tranquil sigh. He clearly wasn't fazed by the new comer, demanding some sort of information from him.
"You touched Miaka in an inexcusable way, and I intend on making you pay the price for it." Tamahome spoke tenaciously and with a sense of pride. After all, it wasn't everyday that he had the chance to defend his beloved Miaka.
Kôji watched as his redheaded friend handed him his drink before Tasuki completely turned to face the fuming Tamahome.
A surprised grin curved Kôji's lips as he watched his friend's lips smirk with amusement.
"Ya know, Jackass..." Tasuki emphasized Tamahome's new nickname with a small, antagonistic sneer. "Ya really should keep a voluptuous beauty like that one hidden away. That teeny skirt they call a uniform leaves nothing to the imagination." His grin became more noticeable as he spoke his demeaning words, a picture of a fairly attractive Miaka forced it's way into Tasuki's thoughts. In his minds eye, she was giving him a flirtatious and cryptic smile, eyes aglow with passion. He imagined himself advancing on her before the fantasy faded away. One thing he couldn't understand was why he was having these forbidden thoughts.
Within moments of his words, Tamahome's fist had collided with Tasuki's tanned skin. Tasuki staggered backwards with a loud groan of pain. "Fuck...fuck...fuck." He coughed up his words with a bit of blood. The hard punch that had come from his left sent the inside of his cheek into one of his fangs, cutting his gums. But Tasuki wasn't one to loose a fight, and he surely wasn't going to let that one slide.
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Miaka absently drummed her fingers upon her desk, her other hand holding up her head to keep her from dozing off. She heard yelling from outside the closed door, in the congested hallways.
"There's a fight going on outside on the front lawn!" A voice called out. "Between Tamahome and the new kid!"
Green eyes widened in alarm as she stood up, ready to bolt for the door, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. The hand firmly gripped her shoulder and sent a wave of uneasiness throughout her body.
"Sit down, Yuki-dono. You're beloved Kishuku-dono will be alright." A persuasive grin crept across Eiken's plump face as Miaka turned her head to look at her Chemistry teacher. His thick hand made its way down Miaka's side and eventually began to unbutton the front of her uniform as she let out a terrified, glass-shattering scream.
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"MIAKA!" Tamahome let out a yell as a startled shriek spooked him to his very core. He didn't even notice Tasuki's fist that had come to an abrupt stop a few inches away from his face. His gaze had averted away from the fight and towards the Chemistry window where he knew she was.
A surprising feeling of apprehension and uncertainty began to arise in Tasuki's lower abdomen. As he lowered his arm to his side, he looked towards the Chemistry room as well. 'That was Miaka screamin', eh?' He mused as he felt another sudden wave of worry flow throughout him. Before he could realize what was happening, his long legs were carrying him towards another scream that was suddenly cut short.
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Eiken's other heavy hand was now clamped over her mouth. Miaka tried to wriggled and dislodge herself from his constricting grasp, but her feeble attempts did nothing of the sort. He brought her closer to him, pressing her back against his stout front, trying to keep her squirming under control.
He hadn't noticed a blur of molten red flashed in front of him and inconspicuously whisk away his prize. His arms suddenly felt vacant and he looked down in shock, his narrow, beady eyes widening as much as they could.
Eiken's eyes gazed at the doorway where Tasuki stood, Miaka thrown over his shoulder in a most undignified way. Tasuki's hand rested on the back of her thigh, holding her firmly in place and making sure her skimpy skirt wasn't being too revealing.
Tasuki growled as he glowered at Eiken. "Ya won't be workin' here for much longer." And with that he left at breakneck speed down the hallway, racing to a deserted, dark hallway.
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Left with a dumfounded look on his face and two beer bottle's in his hands, Kôji stared after Tasuki's retreating form. 'Somethin's up with that guy. I've never seen him so ready ta help a girl.'
He looked at Tamahome out of the corner of his eye, who seemed just as astounded as he was.
'That damn coward! Using this situation to save his own ass!' Tamahome grumbled angrily to himself 'Tamahome get your ass into gear and go find Miaka to see if she's alright!' He set off to go find Miaka, not knowing that Tasuki had done something so unexpected as to actually save the girl he was hitting on before.
Kôji's look of surprise quickly dissipated as he came to the conclusion that the girl was in safe hand's with his best buddy. 'Tasuki's got his morals. He won't do nuthin' drastic.' He mused with a swig of his beer.
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Miaka felt the male beneath her coming to a stop near a restroom. Her feet came in contact with the hard, tile floor and she leaned back against the lockers. Breathing heavily, she felt tears sting her eyes.
Tasuki hadn't noticed her tears as he set her on the ground. "Hasn't your mother eva told ya not ta seduce your teachers?" His voice held a joking tone as he tried to lighten things up.
Miaka sent him a death glare as a couple of tears rolled freely from her eyes and journeyed down her cheeks. Remorse flourished inside of him as he realized this wasn't the time or place for mockery. And for the first time, he really got to take in her beauty. She had taken down her hair from those childish buns during the course of the day and her auburn hair tousled around her shoulders. Her large green eyes hid behind long thick eyelashes that were currently shimmering with tiny orbs of salty tears.
His eyes bore into hers as bewildering feelings welled up inside him. Lust. Passion. Desire. He pushed a sudden urge to take her lips in his away.
"Are you alright, Miaka?" His concern seemed sincere to her, but she didn't understand the change of heart.
"You're not hurt, are you?" Taking his chances of being slapped, he used his question as an excuse to let his eyes drift over her gentle, yet pronounced, womanly curves. He quickly noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned and her white, lace bra was out in the open along with her soft creamy skin. Amber eyes blazed with candid desire Gnawing on his lip gently, he watched as his trembling hands cautiously went to Miaka's lowest blouse button. He couldn't help but try and get closer to her. Later, he'd be assaulted by insults and maybe a slapped around a bit, but he was unconcerned with that now.
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Tamahome whipped around the corner, violet eyes catching the site of a molten red haired man, touching his beloved.
To be continued...
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Erf. I became lazy with this chapter and made it short. :sigh: Review! :\ Please? I want to know how to make it better!
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"You have some explaining to do, asshole." Tasuki heard a low, provoking voice declare from behind him which caused him to turn his head around.
"Nice ta meet you too, Jackass." Tasuki took a nonchalant swig of the illegal drink that he was grasping in his hand. Feeling the cool, lush liquid flood his mouth and sweep down his throat, he couldn't help but let out a tranquil sigh. He clearly wasn't fazed by the new comer, demanding some sort of information from him.
"You touched Miaka in an inexcusable way, and I intend on making you pay the price for it." Tamahome spoke tenaciously and with a sense of pride. After all, it wasn't everyday that he had the chance to defend his beloved Miaka.
Kôji watched as his redheaded friend handed him his drink before Tasuki completely turned to face the fuming Tamahome.
A surprised grin curved Kôji's lips as he watched his friend's lips smirk with amusement.
"Ya know, Jackass..." Tasuki emphasized Tamahome's new nickname with a small, antagonistic sneer. "Ya really should keep a voluptuous beauty like that one hidden away. That teeny skirt they call a uniform leaves nothing to the imagination." His grin became more noticeable as he spoke his demeaning words, a picture of a fairly attractive Miaka forced it's way into Tasuki's thoughts. In his minds eye, she was giving him a flirtatious and cryptic smile, eyes aglow with passion. He imagined himself advancing on her before the fantasy faded away. One thing he couldn't understand was why he was having these forbidden thoughts.
Within moments of his words, Tamahome's fist had collided with Tasuki's tanned skin. Tasuki staggered backwards with a loud groan of pain. "Fuck...fuck...fuck." He coughed up his words with a bit of blood. The hard punch that had come from his left sent the inside of his cheek into one of his fangs, cutting his gums. But Tasuki wasn't one to loose a fight, and he surely wasn't going to let that one slide.
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Miaka absently drummed her fingers upon her desk, her other hand holding up her head to keep her from dozing off. She heard yelling from outside the closed door, in the congested hallways.
"There's a fight going on outside on the front lawn!" A voice called out. "Between Tamahome and the new kid!"
Green eyes widened in alarm as she stood up, ready to bolt for the door, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. The hand firmly gripped her shoulder and sent a wave of uneasiness throughout her body.
"Sit down, Yuki-dono. You're beloved Kishuku-dono will be alright." A persuasive grin crept across Eiken's plump face as Miaka turned her head to look at her Chemistry teacher. His thick hand made its way down Miaka's side and eventually began to unbutton the front of her uniform as she let out a terrified, glass-shattering scream.
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"MIAKA!" Tamahome let out a yell as a startled shriek spooked him to his very core. He didn't even notice Tasuki's fist that had come to an abrupt stop a few inches away from his face. His gaze had averted away from the fight and towards the Chemistry window where he knew she was.
A surprising feeling of apprehension and uncertainty began to arise in Tasuki's lower abdomen. As he lowered his arm to his side, he looked towards the Chemistry room as well. 'That was Miaka screamin', eh?' He mused as he felt another sudden wave of worry flow throughout him. Before he could realize what was happening, his long legs were carrying him towards another scream that was suddenly cut short.
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Eiken's other heavy hand was now clamped over her mouth. Miaka tried to wriggled and dislodge herself from his constricting grasp, but her feeble attempts did nothing of the sort. He brought her closer to him, pressing her back against his stout front, trying to keep her squirming under control.
He hadn't noticed a blur of molten red flashed in front of him and inconspicuously whisk away his prize. His arms suddenly felt vacant and he looked down in shock, his narrow, beady eyes widening as much as they could.
Eiken's eyes gazed at the doorway where Tasuki stood, Miaka thrown over his shoulder in a most undignified way. Tasuki's hand rested on the back of her thigh, holding her firmly in place and making sure her skimpy skirt wasn't being too revealing.
Tasuki growled as he glowered at Eiken. "Ya won't be workin' here for much longer." And with that he left at breakneck speed down the hallway, racing to a deserted, dark hallway.
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Left with a dumfounded look on his face and two beer bottle's in his hands, Kôji stared after Tasuki's retreating form. 'Somethin's up with that guy. I've never seen him so ready ta help a girl.'
He looked at Tamahome out of the corner of his eye, who seemed just as astounded as he was.
'That damn coward! Using this situation to save his own ass!' Tamahome grumbled angrily to himself 'Tamahome get your ass into gear and go find Miaka to see if she's alright!' He set off to go find Miaka, not knowing that Tasuki had done something so unexpected as to actually save the girl he was hitting on before.
Kôji's look of surprise quickly dissipated as he came to the conclusion that the girl was in safe hand's with his best buddy. 'Tasuki's got his morals. He won't do nuthin' drastic.' He mused with a swig of his beer.
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Miaka felt the male beneath her coming to a stop near a restroom. Her feet came in contact with the hard, tile floor and she leaned back against the lockers. Breathing heavily, she felt tears sting her eyes.
Tasuki hadn't noticed her tears as he set her on the ground. "Hasn't your mother eva told ya not ta seduce your teachers?" His voice held a joking tone as he tried to lighten things up.
Miaka sent him a death glare as a couple of tears rolled freely from her eyes and journeyed down her cheeks. Remorse flourished inside of him as he realized this wasn't the time or place for mockery. And for the first time, he really got to take in her beauty. She had taken down her hair from those childish buns during the course of the day and her auburn hair tousled around her shoulders. Her large green eyes hid behind long thick eyelashes that were currently shimmering with tiny orbs of salty tears.
His eyes bore into hers as bewildering feelings welled up inside him. Lust. Passion. Desire. He pushed a sudden urge to take her lips in his away.
"Are you alright, Miaka?" His concern seemed sincere to her, but she didn't understand the change of heart.
"You're not hurt, are you?" Taking his chances of being slapped, he used his question as an excuse to let his eyes drift over her gentle, yet pronounced, womanly curves. He quickly noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned and her white, lace bra was out in the open along with her soft creamy skin. Amber eyes blazed with candid desire Gnawing on his lip gently, he watched as his trembling hands cautiously went to Miaka's lowest blouse button. He couldn't help but try and get closer to her. Later, he'd be assaulted by insults and maybe a slapped around a bit, but he was unconcerned with that now.
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Tamahome whipped around the corner, violet eyes catching the site of a molten red haired man, touching his beloved.
To be continued...
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Erf. I became lazy with this chapter and made it short. :sigh: Review! :\ Please? I want to know how to make it better!