Hiyas folks! Well, I just had another random inspiration from reading this
great fan fic. (Actually, I got some of the plot idea from reading a fic
from a different anime and who to put in it from another.newayz) Hopefully
my tale will not be too similar .Wish me luck!!!
Disclaimer: If I owned Fushigi Yugi, do you think I'd /ever/ let Tasuki (or Chichiri) outta my sight?! (Aka-I don't own it.wahh!!! ;_;) I do own Mikaela/Miki. And the other characters that don't appear in the anime/manga (unless otherwise mentioned.)
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Chapter 1: Finished before it's started?
Mikaela walked in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner down the streets. As she walked past the stalls of goods, she had to keep herself from walking faster. These people knew her, and it was from these people that she was hiding. If they knew she was walking on her way to freedom, they would get her back to her mom faster than you could say 'Suzaku'.
Truly told her nana had done a good job disguising her curvy, sixteen-year old figure and making her long, lustrous hair look more masculine. Somehow she had done it with only cutting off a few inches. But that was beside the point. If anything gave her away, it would be back to the prison she was supposed to call home. She just hoped her nana was as good as Mikaela thought she was.
Thankfully, Mikaela made it to the edge of the city without incident. Sighing with relief, she shifted the pack on her back and set out at a faster pace, trying to get as far away from that--that /woman/ by nightfall as she could. Miki didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than here. She would start a new life, away from her awful mother. she thought sadly, I probably won't see nana for a very long time.I hope she will be ok now that I'm gone.
Mikaela didn't know how far away she would have to go to get out of her mother's reign of influence, but she would go the distance. A little walking was nothing compared to what would happen to her if she got caught.
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By nightfall, Mikaela was starting to see signs for the next city. It was over ten miles away, so she knew she would have to stop for the night. Miki made her way off the road, found a nice sized tree and fell asleep at its base.
A little before dawn, Mikaela was awakened by the sound of voices and splashing water. Hurriedly, she folded up her blanket and crept toward the noise, hoping these people weren't sent by her mother.
Peering out from behind a clump of bushes, Mikaela saw a stream and a group of people. One was a girl sitting with her back towards the others, laughing at whatever the four young men were saying. They looked too carefree to be hunting her, but still she stayed hidden, watching wistfully.
Due to the iron grip of her mother, Mikaela had never had many friends. The sight of these five, obvious friends was comforting, and also saddening. Mikaela was so engrossed in thinking about her own lonely life that she didn't see one of the men say something to the others and jerk his head in her direction.
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Chichiri suddenly tensed up.
"Hey man, whatsa matter?" asked Tasuki.
"There's someone behind those bushes over there, no da." He jerked his head towards where Mikaela was hiding.
The other three looked, then nodded. "You're right."
They climbed out of the stream, put on their pants and grabbed their weapons. Hotohori signaled for Chichiri to teleport to behind the person, Tasuki to go left, Nuriko to the right, and he would go front. With everything set, he nodded.
They set out quietly. Tasuki paused only once to caution Miaka to be quiet.
When the person was surrounded, Hotohori nodded, and Chichiri poked the person in the back with his jingle staff.
The person, a teenage boy, jumped about three feet in the air, yelling, "What th--!"
"What're ya doin' here?" asked Tasuki gruffly.
"Nu-nothing." the boy stammered.
"We know you were watching us, no da," said Chichiri. "Why, no da?"
The boy flinched. "Sorry." He scratched the back of his head, "I had to make sure you didn't work for my mother."
"I know not who you mother is, but I assure you, we do not work for her," Hotohori stated. "Now, boy, what is your name?"
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Mikaela froze. "Uh." she stammered. "Uh, my name's Miki."
The man with purple hair, who hadn't spoken yet asked, "How old are you, Miki?"
"16."
The man with flame red hair guffawed, "Sixteen, an' runnin' from yer mommy?"
Miki stood up, glaring, "You would, too, if she gave /you/ to her generals. To have them /beat/ you and /paw/ at you like the /dogs/ they are!"
The man with blue hair shook his head sadly. "Tasuki, don't be a jerk, no da. Sorry, Miki, we didn't know, no da."
Miki shrugged, she couldn't be mad at them for not knowing.
The man who had asked her name looked puzzled, "Why did you not run away before from this inhumane treatment?"
Miki sighed, "I've tried, but she has eyes and ears just about everywhere. I have always gotten caught. But this time," she clenched her fists and growled, "/this/ time, they won't take me back there unless I'm /dead/! /Never/ again." she shivered at the memories.
The men sweatdropped. Hotohori finally broke the silence, "Why don't you come with us? We can help protect you."
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~ Ok, I've done it again. I'm posting another fic. As before, I have a handful of chapters already written, however, IF people want me to keep posting, I'll try to space it out more. That said, this is kind of a "demo".I'd really like to know if ya'll think it's even worth it for me to post more chapters. You know how to tell me. ~R.A.
Disclaimer: If I owned Fushigi Yugi, do you think I'd /ever/ let Tasuki (or Chichiri) outta my sight?! (Aka-I don't own it.wahh!!! ;_;) I do own Mikaela/Miki. And the other characters that don't appear in the anime/manga (unless otherwise mentioned.)
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Chapter 1: Finished before it's started?
Mikaela walked in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner down the streets. As she walked past the stalls of goods, she had to keep herself from walking faster. These people knew her, and it was from these people that she was hiding. If they knew she was walking on her way to freedom, they would get her back to her mom faster than you could say 'Suzaku'.
Truly told her nana had done a good job disguising her curvy, sixteen-year old figure and making her long, lustrous hair look more masculine. Somehow she had done it with only cutting off a few inches. But that was beside the point. If anything gave her away, it would be back to the prison she was supposed to call home. She just hoped her nana was as good as Mikaela thought she was.
Thankfully, Mikaela made it to the edge of the city without incident. Sighing with relief, she shifted the pack on her back and set out at a faster pace, trying to get as far away from that--that /woman/ by nightfall as she could. Miki didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than here. She would start a new life, away from her awful mother. she thought sadly, I probably won't see nana for a very long time.I hope she will be ok now that I'm gone.
Mikaela didn't know how far away she would have to go to get out of her mother's reign of influence, but she would go the distance. A little walking was nothing compared to what would happen to her if she got caught.
~~~~~
By nightfall, Mikaela was starting to see signs for the next city. It was over ten miles away, so she knew she would have to stop for the night. Miki made her way off the road, found a nice sized tree and fell asleep at its base.
A little before dawn, Mikaela was awakened by the sound of voices and splashing water. Hurriedly, she folded up her blanket and crept toward the noise, hoping these people weren't sent by her mother.
Peering out from behind a clump of bushes, Mikaela saw a stream and a group of people. One was a girl sitting with her back towards the others, laughing at whatever the four young men were saying. They looked too carefree to be hunting her, but still she stayed hidden, watching wistfully.
Due to the iron grip of her mother, Mikaela had never had many friends. The sight of these five, obvious friends was comforting, and also saddening. Mikaela was so engrossed in thinking about her own lonely life that she didn't see one of the men say something to the others and jerk his head in her direction.
~~~~~~
Chichiri suddenly tensed up.
"Hey man, whatsa matter?" asked Tasuki.
"There's someone behind those bushes over there, no da." He jerked his head towards where Mikaela was hiding.
The other three looked, then nodded. "You're right."
They climbed out of the stream, put on their pants and grabbed their weapons. Hotohori signaled for Chichiri to teleport to behind the person, Tasuki to go left, Nuriko to the right, and he would go front. With everything set, he nodded.
They set out quietly. Tasuki paused only once to caution Miaka to be quiet.
When the person was surrounded, Hotohori nodded, and Chichiri poked the person in the back with his jingle staff.
The person, a teenage boy, jumped about three feet in the air, yelling, "What th--!"
"What're ya doin' here?" asked Tasuki gruffly.
"Nu-nothing." the boy stammered.
"We know you were watching us, no da," said Chichiri. "Why, no da?"
The boy flinched. "Sorry." He scratched the back of his head, "I had to make sure you didn't work for my mother."
"I know not who you mother is, but I assure you, we do not work for her," Hotohori stated. "Now, boy, what is your name?"
~~~~~~
Mikaela froze. "Uh." she stammered. "Uh, my name's Miki."
The man with purple hair, who hadn't spoken yet asked, "How old are you, Miki?"
"16."
The man with flame red hair guffawed, "Sixteen, an' runnin' from yer mommy?"
Miki stood up, glaring, "You would, too, if she gave /you/ to her generals. To have them /beat/ you and /paw/ at you like the /dogs/ they are!"
The man with blue hair shook his head sadly. "Tasuki, don't be a jerk, no da. Sorry, Miki, we didn't know, no da."
Miki shrugged, she couldn't be mad at them for not knowing.
The man who had asked her name looked puzzled, "Why did you not run away before from this inhumane treatment?"
Miki sighed, "I've tried, but she has eyes and ears just about everywhere. I have always gotten caught. But this time," she clenched her fists and growled, "/this/ time, they won't take me back there unless I'm /dead/! /Never/ again." she shivered at the memories.
The men sweatdropped. Hotohori finally broke the silence, "Why don't you come with us? We can help protect you."
~~~~~
~ Ok, I've done it again. I'm posting another fic. As before, I have a handful of chapters already written, however, IF people want me to keep posting, I'll try to space it out more. That said, this is kind of a "demo".I'd really like to know if ya'll think it's even worth it for me to post more chapters. You know how to tell me. ~R.A.