AN: I wrote this almost a year ago. I rather don't like the style of it but I'm too lazy to work on it.
This won't make certain people angry. This is sad not mean. I hadn't realized that till I re-read it.
Read and Review! I don't care if you flame. It IS rather lame.


The energy, light and particles that was Yuuki Miaka but wasn't quite anymore stood in nothingness.

There was nothing. No sound, no color. It was blank. You couldn't even say it was like a blank canvas for even that I white. But here it wasn't white or black or gray. It was just...empty.

"So this is death?" the Miaka like being wondered, grazing around.

That didn't last very long. There wasn't much to see.

"So...nothing. No one…..here. Not even one of them…no one……Somehow I always felt…that some of them would be there, here, waiting…..for me."

If she had had a body you could have said she slumped her shoulders. Only she didn't have any. She felt a deep sadness and grief press down on her, almost crushing her.

If she had a body she would have cried. Instead the tears built up inside, ripping her apart. She wasn't choking she couldn't breathe. She couldn't get release from the pain.

She felt so sad…..and lost.

"Is this death?"

Another shuddering breath, a tightening of a physical heart she no longer had. There was no one. After all this time, no one.

Then suddenly, unexpectedly the blood-ripping pain began to fade.

There! In front of her! There was something forming. It was a dull whitish light forming into something. A place? A person? The-one-time Miaka wasn't sure. Only that it was something she had never seen in her mortal life.

"It's not so surprising really. They probably all stopped looking after me after the book was sealed away. After that their duty was done. There is no reason any of Suzaku Seishi would be waiting for me."

She didn't feel sad anymore. Only she did.

"Not even Tamahome…He's not here...Even in death we can't be together...

I guess some things are stronger than love…"

The light grew whiter.

"So…no one came….somehow I always thought they would."

The spirit that had once been Yuuki Miaka felt that identity slowly slipping away from her. It was just a life, a short mortal life in that big, long continuum of time and space. One brief moment in the stream of the universe. One brief, shining moment. Even at the end with all her memories, everything that had made her Miaka, slipping away some part of her non-physical heart hung on.

As it became harder and harder to distinguish herself from the growing light, harder to remember she had once had a mortal life the less-than-Miaka glazed up at what would be called the sky in a place like this.

She had one last thought.

"It's too bad I died. At least when I lived I could see their stars…Somehow I felt they were still with me. That they were close to me. That they were all close…

I could see the stars there…."


The end.