Disclaimer: I still don't own Fushigi Yuugi or anything else. I was just re-
stating that for you.
The Cross-roads:
Miaka crumbled, both mentally and physically. As of now, she had lost everything here that meant anything to her. She had run out on Tamahome, and Yui, well, she had just royally blown her off, so what was she to do now?
'Could I go back?' she asked herself.
She could go back now and apologize to him, beg him to take her back, but would he? After having his heart torn in two, could he just forgive and forget? No, of course not. Tamahome was gone now.
Miaka was at the cross-roads. Down one path stood Tamahome, his arms thrown wide open, ready to take her back. Down the other, stood Yui-chan, holding up a test form; she and Miaka had made it into high school together. They both were calling her name, trying to get her to come to them.
She stood there, at the fork. Part of her told her to go one way, but the other said the opposite. She felt as though she were tearing at the seams. She couldn't have both, she realized that, but how could she choose between the two things so precious to her? Her mind was screaming out orders; telling her what to do.
'Friends are forever! Tamahome isn't even real! He's a fictional character!' her brain shouted, trying to jolt her to the harsh reality that Yui was the only real person there, the only one who could go home with her and remain forever.
However, her heart was screaming the contrary. 'Tamahome loves you! You two belong together! Yui has made up her mind! Do what feels right!'
Miaka clutched her head, feeling faint. How could such a decision be placed on her young shoulders? If given this scenario, most adults would feign to the middle road, neither.
She blinked. Was that even an option? Could she exist without either rather than choose and be forever torn? No, she couldn't do that either. There was seemingly no way out of this dilemma.
Miaka held her hands over her face. She couldn't decide; she couldn't leave one alone to forge through the world on their own. That much she knew she couldn't do.
"Yui!" Miaka felt her throat rasp out. It was strangely harsh and echoed in the still silence of her dreams.
She heard the magnified sound of glass breaking and looked down. There, on the ground, was a shattered picture frame. The picture within was old and fading away. Inside the shattered and tarnished frame was a photograph of her and Yui, each about five years old, holding up necklaces they had made in school. The longer Miaka stared at the photo, the more it changed.
Yui's face metamorphosed into a blurred spot on the photo, fading from view, while Miaka's stayed as clear as ever. The expression on Miaka's photographed face changed as well. It seemed to soften as though it were alive, instead of captured on film and paper.
Soon, Yui's face had completely disappeared from the photograph and Miaka's was still in plain view. Slowly, it seemed that another face was taking shape in the empty space next to her. The hair was much darker, the face more tan, the smile the same; Tamahome.
Miaka just watched as the lines became clearer; it was Tamahome who now stood alongside her. He was beaming as he stared back at the now teary eyed Miaka.
"T-Tamahome?"
It's been forever since I've updated this story, so let me apologize now. I've been busy and bored, but I finally wrote it! Sorry again!
Well, this chappie was beyond weird. I don't know where it came from, nor do I honestly care to explore what goes on in my mind. ^^
Let me know whatcha think!
Kawaii Youko ^_~
The Cross-roads:
Miaka crumbled, both mentally and physically. As of now, she had lost everything here that meant anything to her. She had run out on Tamahome, and Yui, well, she had just royally blown her off, so what was she to do now?
'Could I go back?' she asked herself.
She could go back now and apologize to him, beg him to take her back, but would he? After having his heart torn in two, could he just forgive and forget? No, of course not. Tamahome was gone now.
Miaka was at the cross-roads. Down one path stood Tamahome, his arms thrown wide open, ready to take her back. Down the other, stood Yui-chan, holding up a test form; she and Miaka had made it into high school together. They both were calling her name, trying to get her to come to them.
She stood there, at the fork. Part of her told her to go one way, but the other said the opposite. She felt as though she were tearing at the seams. She couldn't have both, she realized that, but how could she choose between the two things so precious to her? Her mind was screaming out orders; telling her what to do.
'Friends are forever! Tamahome isn't even real! He's a fictional character!' her brain shouted, trying to jolt her to the harsh reality that Yui was the only real person there, the only one who could go home with her and remain forever.
However, her heart was screaming the contrary. 'Tamahome loves you! You two belong together! Yui has made up her mind! Do what feels right!'
Miaka clutched her head, feeling faint. How could such a decision be placed on her young shoulders? If given this scenario, most adults would feign to the middle road, neither.
She blinked. Was that even an option? Could she exist without either rather than choose and be forever torn? No, she couldn't do that either. There was seemingly no way out of this dilemma.
Miaka held her hands over her face. She couldn't decide; she couldn't leave one alone to forge through the world on their own. That much she knew she couldn't do.
"Yui!" Miaka felt her throat rasp out. It was strangely harsh and echoed in the still silence of her dreams.
She heard the magnified sound of glass breaking and looked down. There, on the ground, was a shattered picture frame. The picture within was old and fading away. Inside the shattered and tarnished frame was a photograph of her and Yui, each about five years old, holding up necklaces they had made in school. The longer Miaka stared at the photo, the more it changed.
Yui's face metamorphosed into a blurred spot on the photo, fading from view, while Miaka's stayed as clear as ever. The expression on Miaka's photographed face changed as well. It seemed to soften as though it were alive, instead of captured on film and paper.
Soon, Yui's face had completely disappeared from the photograph and Miaka's was still in plain view. Slowly, it seemed that another face was taking shape in the empty space next to her. The hair was much darker, the face more tan, the smile the same; Tamahome.
Miaka just watched as the lines became clearer; it was Tamahome who now stood alongside her. He was beaming as he stared back at the now teary eyed Miaka.
"T-Tamahome?"
It's been forever since I've updated this story, so let me apologize now. I've been busy and bored, but I finally wrote it! Sorry again!
Well, this chappie was beyond weird. I don't know where it came from, nor do I honestly care to explore what goes on in my mind. ^^
Let me know whatcha think!
Kawaii Youko ^_~