Almost Angel
a short Yui and Tetsuya fic
disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yugi or any of it's characters, don't sue me.
I remember falling. I don't know why I feel this way, and I'm not sure I care. This has all been a blur of Miaka's tears, my regrets and a boy I barely knew before the terrible end. Somehow I remember falling.
/Tetsuya caught me, and I didn't know it was him until I opened my eyes and whisphered, "Is it over?" Miaka's salvation was more than I deserved.
His head turned, and his eyes must have been warm behind those dorky sunglasses, because I felt myself flush. Maybe it was because I had no clothes on. I don't really know.
"It's really just beginning," he said, "And you're on my back."
"Oh. You . . .?"
"Yeah I saved you from falling to a terrible death. You owe me."
I didn't say anything after that. I didn't want to. Later, I thanked him and he just nodded. I didn't know why he'd saved me and I didn't want to ask. Or maybe I was afraid. /
Now I'm here on this bench and I remember falling, my memory so repetative and slow. I look to my left and he's there, wearing a glum expression. I don't know how to make him smile. He seems to do alright on his own, and laughs a lot. Thats why I'm scared. I'm scared to show him how he reallly affects me. So I ask him what I should have weeks ago.
"Tetsuya, why did you save me?"
He says nothing for a few minutes. Just looks at me with a dumb sort of smile and I cringe. "Say something will you?"
"Angels don't speak Yui. You would have died."
"Excuse me?"
He laughed and casually ran a hand through his dark hair. "I'd been reading about you for days, and I knew. I knew the truth that was kept from you, the one who needed to know and could have saved herself if she knew. I wanted to make sure she got home safe, and so that she'd be able to go on. I didn't want her to be an angel just yet."
Somehow I feel tears sliding down my cheeks. He stares at them a minute before wiping one away.
"I don't mean to cry."
"Yes you do," he whispered and drew me to an awkward, warm embrace, "And I don't mean to fall in love with you, but here I am."
I think I almost smiled. Like I almost became an angel. To forget would be the worst thing to do, but if he stays, then I won't be so lonely. Things won't hurt as much and I'll forgive myself later.
I remember falling. . . and the kiss that followed.