Me: Finally, I've managed to find time to continue this fic! Thanks to everyone
that's reviewed, you have helped me put some confidence into my writing ability.
Now, I only need to convince my English teacher of that...
Anyway, you know the rules: yaoi, OOC, language, the usual stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, but I own a very large black hyper dog
who is going to get a whack if she doesn't shut up any second now. Wanna swap?
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I'm flying. I feel the wind blowing through my hair as it trails behind me in
the wind. A little voice in the back of my mind is telling me that this can't be
real, and that any moment now, I will fall back to earth with a great big crunch,
but I'm too busy looking at the scenery. Pretty.
But why does this seem so natural...
Ahh, forget it. This is too much fun!
Suddenly, I spy something and I dive down to the ground, landing gently, as if
I have done this before. It's a field of some of the most beautiful flowers I
have ever seen. Red, gold, and orange is everywhere around me. It feels so
familiar, and so special to me, but I don't know why. I sit down, and start
to relax, willing to just lay here watching the world go by...then someone
drops a large block of ice on me.
I yelp and jump up, glaring at the person in front of me. Long red hair that is
tied back in a ponytail, glittering green eyes, and a face that makes me want to
start drooling like a rabid fangirl. I launch myself at his legs, tackling him to
the ground, smirking at him as he squeals when I shove that damn piece of ice
down his neck. I sit on his chest as he glares at me, when suddenly he lunges up,
and presses me too the ground. We lay there amongst the flowers, staring at each
other.
//Tasuki?//
I stare into his eyes as his face gets closer, that smile on his face which makes
me feel that I am the only person in the world.
//Tasuki...//
Closer and closer our lips get, his gorgeous eyes never leaving mine. Almost there...
//GODDAMN IT TASUKI!!! WAKE UP!!!//
*BANG*
From my position on the floor, I spend my usual few minutes of trying to convince
myself the world doesn't exist, and being rather brutally convinced that it does,
I glare at this person who dares disturb my sleep. He's lending against the door
frame, smirking at me. Okay, now I'm pissed.
"Tamahome, DIE!!!"
That smirk drops off his face like one of those four tonne truck things Miaka had
told me about. I do believe that this is the first time he has seen me in a
sleep-deprived state. Goody, I will have fun tearing his spleen out and feeding
it to him. I pin him against the wall, and pulling my dagger out of it's
handy-dandy sling, start to grin at his rapidly paling face. I do believe I love
these fangs of mine, they do wonders in scaring the shit out of people.
Ready...
Aim...
"Tasuki, Tamahome, breakfast is ready!" A voice yells.
Fir... FOOD! I drop the quivering bundle of jelly to the floor, and put my dagger
back in it's sling. Dragging a loose shirt on as fast as I can, I yell "Coming",
and after grabbing my tessen from under my pillow, look around to check everything
is in order. I seems to be okay, just need to do one last thing...
*WHACK*
There, now he is unconscious, I can be sure that he won't try to steal my stuff again.
Damn Tamahome.
Anyway, FOOD-TIME!
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Holding his head in his hand, Tamahome watched as Tasuki ran out the room. He Wondered
why was those stars dancing some weird dance which Miaka had once shown him. It was
called the Macara or something like that. He sat there watching a large red feather
as it floated in the breeze created by Tasuki's departure, when his brain decided that
it was fighting a losing battle and blacked out.
that's reviewed, you have helped me put some confidence into my writing ability.
Now, I only need to convince my English teacher of that...
Anyway, you know the rules: yaoi, OOC, language, the usual stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, but I own a very large black hyper dog
who is going to get a whack if she doesn't shut up any second now. Wanna swap?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm flying. I feel the wind blowing through my hair as it trails behind me in
the wind. A little voice in the back of my mind is telling me that this can't be
real, and that any moment now, I will fall back to earth with a great big crunch,
but I'm too busy looking at the scenery. Pretty.
But why does this seem so natural...
Ahh, forget it. This is too much fun!
Suddenly, I spy something and I dive down to the ground, landing gently, as if
I have done this before. It's a field of some of the most beautiful flowers I
have ever seen. Red, gold, and orange is everywhere around me. It feels so
familiar, and so special to me, but I don't know why. I sit down, and start
to relax, willing to just lay here watching the world go by...then someone
drops a large block of ice on me.
I yelp and jump up, glaring at the person in front of me. Long red hair that is
tied back in a ponytail, glittering green eyes, and a face that makes me want to
start drooling like a rabid fangirl. I launch myself at his legs, tackling him to
the ground, smirking at him as he squeals when I shove that damn piece of ice
down his neck. I sit on his chest as he glares at me, when suddenly he lunges up,
and presses me too the ground. We lay there amongst the flowers, staring at each
other.
//Tasuki?//
I stare into his eyes as his face gets closer, that smile on his face which makes
me feel that I am the only person in the world.
//Tasuki...//
Closer and closer our lips get, his gorgeous eyes never leaving mine. Almost there...
//GODDAMN IT TASUKI!!! WAKE UP!!!//
*BANG*
From my position on the floor, I spend my usual few minutes of trying to convince
myself the world doesn't exist, and being rather brutally convinced that it does,
I glare at this person who dares disturb my sleep. He's lending against the door
frame, smirking at me. Okay, now I'm pissed.
"Tamahome, DIE!!!"
That smirk drops off his face like one of those four tonne truck things Miaka had
told me about. I do believe that this is the first time he has seen me in a
sleep-deprived state. Goody, I will have fun tearing his spleen out and feeding
it to him. I pin him against the wall, and pulling my dagger out of it's
handy-dandy sling, start to grin at his rapidly paling face. I do believe I love
these fangs of mine, they do wonders in scaring the shit out of people.
Ready...
Aim...
"Tasuki, Tamahome, breakfast is ready!" A voice yells.
Fir... FOOD! I drop the quivering bundle of jelly to the floor, and put my dagger
back in it's sling. Dragging a loose shirt on as fast as I can, I yell "Coming",
and after grabbing my tessen from under my pillow, look around to check everything
is in order. I seems to be okay, just need to do one last thing...
*WHACK*
There, now he is unconscious, I can be sure that he won't try to steal my stuff again.
Damn Tamahome.
Anyway, FOOD-TIME!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Holding his head in his hand, Tamahome watched as Tasuki ran out the room. He Wondered
why was those stars dancing some weird dance which Miaka had once shown him. It was
called the Macara or something like that. He sat there watching a large red feather
as it floated in the breeze created by Tasuki's departure, when his brain decided that
it was fighting a losing battle and blacked out.