Only One Wish
By Tenshi xx Tsubasa
Chapter Three"Hotohori…!" Miaka screamed as he fell. Hotohori! Hotohori! She dashed to his side, not caring about the pounding rain or the threat of the traitorous Tamahome that was slowly gathering himself after the fight. She clutched at him and leaned over him. "Hotohori! Please…no! Open your eyes, Hotohori!" she sobbed. "You can't die!" Eyes of gold fluttered open.
"Miaka…" The rest of the seishi rushed to their side. A shadow loomed over them. Gasping, Miaka raised her tear-filled eyes Tamahome. Eyes full of sadness turned to eyes of blazing fury as she looked upon him. This was not the Tamahome she had once loved. This was not the Tamahome they all knew.
"Priestess of Suzaku…you must die…" he muttered. Hotohori struggled to get up, reaching for his sword, gasping at the flash of pain that coursed throughout his body. He grimaced. Miaka drew her attention to him again.
"No, Hotohori, please! Don't move! You'll open your wounds!"
"Miaka…get…away." He spoke hoarsely. "Go…now!" His face contorted with pain. His eyes suddenly widened and he fell back, motionless. "Miaka…" he breathed.
"Hotohori!" Miaka screamed. Nuriko checked his vital signs and confirmed that he was still alive, although panic was present in his tone. "We have to get him to Mitsukake fast, though!"
"Are you quite finished?" Tamahome scowled from behind them. They gasped. "You die here, Suzaku no Miko." She slowly stood up and turned to face him, her eyes reflecting absolute anger and pain.
"You." Miaka's hands shook with anger at her side, as they slowly clenched into fists. Tears streaked down her cheeks, merging with the rain coursing down her face. "You are not Tamahome. You are not the one I love. You have wounded Hotohori, your FELLOW SEISHI! You broke your promise to me. This is the resultyou have forgotten your love, your soul, your true spirit. Tell me, have the memories of the bond you shared with each and every one of these people also been erased? Tell me!" Miaka collapsed on a heap of the ground, sobbing.
"Miaka!" The seishi gasped.
"Your words do not affect me. I have come here on orders to kill. I reserve no love or pity for these pitiful people. Die." Tamahome uttered, raising his sword. Shock, sadness and anger were upon all of the Suzaku seishis' faces. He brought down the sword. Hotohori's character pulsed frantically with a blinding red light. The courtyard was bathed in crimson. The Suzaku seishi gasped. Tamahome's pulse surged. This task must be completed. He struck blindly. He heard incoherent shouting. White-hot pain streaked through his body. He saw red. Then black.
A/N: Ehh…was that a little too short? Sorry! Keep reading!