Gift or Curse: The Book of the Four Souls
Tamahome stood aghast. Had she just said the she blamed him for what happened?
"Miaka?" he asked, taking a step towards her.
"No! Don't come near me! I hate you Tamahome! If I had never opened this stupid book, none of this would have happened!"
Pain; searing pain. It felt as though a knife had been driven through his heart.
"You are the reason that Yui-chan hates me! I was with you when she needed me most! She had to go through so many horrible things because I wasn't there to save her!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
"Miaka, what are you saying?" he asked.
"I never want to see you again! I hate you!" she shouted, turning on her heel.
"But, wo ai ni! Do you hear me? I said I love you!" Tamahome cried, grabbing her hand.
SMACK! Tamahome now bore a second mark on his face.
"Don't touch me! Your words mean nothing! NOTHING!"
Miaka began to walk away, sobbing. Suddenly, she broke into a run.
"I'M COMING YUI-CHAN! HOLD ON!" she called.
Tamahome lie on the floor, watching Miaka disappear from sight. He watched as the love of his life vanished from his world. Tears streamed from his eyes, running onto the cold floor.
His heart ached, all he felt was despair. Fleeting visions of Miaka passed through his mind, only memories. These were all illusions, not the real Miaka. The real Miaka had just stormed out of his life, leaving him alone in the world.
How could she do this, he questioned. How could she be so cold?
Tamahome passed out of consciousness.
This is how Nuriko later found him; a crumbled heap on the floor. She knew nothing of what had happened, though she assumed it wasn't a good sign.
Only after shaking him rigorously, did he stir. He slowly came to and being surprised to see Nuriko hovering over him, yelled.
"You don't have to be that surprised to see me," she said, backing away. "I can't possibly look that dreadful."
"I'm sorry, it's just, I wasn't expecting to see you there," he replied, sitting up.
"Who were you expecting to see?" she asked, taking a seat.
"No one," he replied quickly.
"Where's Miaka? I was sure she was with you."
"She was, until she said she hate me."
"Hate you? Are you sure you weren't dreaming? Miaka is head over heels for you," Nuriko replied, looking thoughtful.
"No, I was definitely awake when she said that," he said.
"That's strange," Nuriko said abruptly.
"What? That Miaka blames me for her and Yui no longer being friends?"
"No," Nuriko said, searching through her kimono. "I was sure I had a mirror in here."
"What on earth does that have to do with what I was just saying?!" he shouted.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that there is a mark on you're face, I thought you might want to see."
"Huh?" he asked. "You know that symbol has always been on my forehead, Nuriko."
"Not that one, Tama-kins. There's another one," she replied, handing him a small mirror.
She was right, on Tamahome's left cheek, a red handprint could still be seen!
Chapter note: I know that in these chapters I refer to Nuriko as a 'she'. I know the whole story about how this man became a cross-dresser and such, but for simplicity, I will call him a woman (which he can pass off rather well). Hopefully, no objections. Well, if so, feel free to express them, or better yet, bring them up with the creator of Fushigi Yugi! Thanks for reading!
Kawaii Youko ^_^
Tamahome stood aghast. Had she just said the she blamed him for what happened?
"Miaka?" he asked, taking a step towards her.
"No! Don't come near me! I hate you Tamahome! If I had never opened this stupid book, none of this would have happened!"
Pain; searing pain. It felt as though a knife had been driven through his heart.
"You are the reason that Yui-chan hates me! I was with you when she needed me most! She had to go through so many horrible things because I wasn't there to save her!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
"Miaka, what are you saying?" he asked.
"I never want to see you again! I hate you!" she shouted, turning on her heel.
"But, wo ai ni! Do you hear me? I said I love you!" Tamahome cried, grabbing her hand.
SMACK! Tamahome now bore a second mark on his face.
"Don't touch me! Your words mean nothing! NOTHING!"
Miaka began to walk away, sobbing. Suddenly, she broke into a run.
"I'M COMING YUI-CHAN! HOLD ON!" she called.
Tamahome lie on the floor, watching Miaka disappear from sight. He watched as the love of his life vanished from his world. Tears streamed from his eyes, running onto the cold floor.
His heart ached, all he felt was despair. Fleeting visions of Miaka passed through his mind, only memories. These were all illusions, not the real Miaka. The real Miaka had just stormed out of his life, leaving him alone in the world.
How could she do this, he questioned. How could she be so cold?
Tamahome passed out of consciousness.
This is how Nuriko later found him; a crumbled heap on the floor. She knew nothing of what had happened, though she assumed it wasn't a good sign.
Only after shaking him rigorously, did he stir. He slowly came to and being surprised to see Nuriko hovering over him, yelled.
"You don't have to be that surprised to see me," she said, backing away. "I can't possibly look that dreadful."
"I'm sorry, it's just, I wasn't expecting to see you there," he replied, sitting up.
"Who were you expecting to see?" she asked, taking a seat.
"No one," he replied quickly.
"Where's Miaka? I was sure she was with you."
"She was, until she said she hate me."
"Hate you? Are you sure you weren't dreaming? Miaka is head over heels for you," Nuriko replied, looking thoughtful.
"No, I was definitely awake when she said that," he said.
"That's strange," Nuriko said abruptly.
"What? That Miaka blames me for her and Yui no longer being friends?"
"No," Nuriko said, searching through her kimono. "I was sure I had a mirror in here."
"What on earth does that have to do with what I was just saying?!" he shouted.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that there is a mark on you're face, I thought you might want to see."
"Huh?" he asked. "You know that symbol has always been on my forehead, Nuriko."
"Not that one, Tama-kins. There's another one," she replied, handing him a small mirror.
She was right, on Tamahome's left cheek, a red handprint could still be seen!
Chapter note: I know that in these chapters I refer to Nuriko as a 'she'. I know the whole story about how this man became a cross-dresser and such, but for simplicity, I will call him a woman (which he can pass off rather well). Hopefully, no objections. Well, if so, feel free to express them, or better yet, bring them up with the creator of Fushigi Yugi! Thanks for reading!
Kawaii Youko ^_^