Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi , even though I would want to. Yuu Watase could take this idea and turn it into an anime. In fact, I hope that it gets to her, except that I cannot write Japanese, or understand it for that matter. I only knew a few stray words. Can someone help translate this into Japanese and pass it on to Yuu Watase? If this was worth your standards, anyway…now, here's the story.

"I am sorry…"

Tears of grief fell from Miaka's eyes. She clutched Taka tightly for comfort. Taka was more calm and composed, but could not hide the sorrow in his blue-grey eyes. "So… Hikari would die? After all Miaka's been through for her?"

"NO, she would not die so easily! How could you say that, Taka? I swear I would find a way! I will… hang on, Hikari!" she disappeared from the hospital corridors in a flash.

"Miaka, don't go!" Taka shouted. He turned to the doctor hastily. "Okay, please take care of Hikari while I take care of my wife. Make sure she did not die before the month ends."

With that, he vanished after Miaka.

"Negative on our side, Taka…Mayo checked the restaurants she liked to visit and I tried my mother's house. No Miaka…" Keisuke's voice sounded flat across the mobile phone. Taka sighed in resignation. Miaka always had rash ideas when her loved ones' lives were at stake.

The telephone rang loudly just as he switched off his mobile phone. "Here's Taka."

"Tetsuya here…Yui and I had a theory. She said that she would find a way, right? Do you think she could be finding the best doctors? If not…she might be in the library, search for the book…" Tetsuya could not help wincing at Taka's outburst.

"Is she crazy? That book nearly killed Mayo, Yui and herself! She could not go in already, right? She had completed her duty as the priestess! The priestess of Suzaku must be pure!" Tetsuya's voice was replaced by Yui's.

"There might just be this possibility, Taka. You cannot rule it out. Miaka, no matter how stupid she is, would soon think of the book. After all, it saved us a couple of times and made us a whole lot stronger."

"Okay, I will check the library now. She might be trying to get into the book at this moment."

Miaka wandered the crowded streets of Japan for a long, long time. She had visited the famous doctors and they all said the same thing. No cure at all, unless the baby was really strong and could pull through. She was despairing when an idea struck her. "I bet the book could help!"

Without thinking of the consequences, she ran in the direction of the library.

Miaka found the book lying on the shelf, dust covering it. "You could bring me in, I know it."

She was about to open the book when Taka burst in. "You cannot do it, Miaka! Even if it's for Hikari, I won't let you! I won't lose you ever again!"

Miaka set determined brown eyes on Taka. "I will never really be happy if Hikari dies." And with a bright flash of red light, she was gone. The book dropped on the floor with a sickening thud.

Taka picked up the book. He opened it and flipped it open. "Why is it that I was always left behind, Miaka?" he asked, as words began filling the pages. "Must I hold you to get into the book?"

He decided to ponder for that later. He had to get Tetsuya and Yui to finish deciphering the words. He never aced kanji Japanese in school either. He flipped open his mobile phone and dialled Keisuke and Mayo.

Miaka fell into a deserted alley in a crumpled heap. It was the worst place she had landed in, throughout her life. Cracks adorn the walls of the revered country of Konan. She realised that eyes were focused on her curiously.

The slave traders stared at her, in her modern clothes, and practically drooled at the thought of money rolling in.

"Just like Tamahome…no, don't start thinking about him!" Miaka stood up in a dignified manner and said to their faces, "I am already married, you twerps!"

"Hey guys, would the brothel mind another woman?"

"No," his comrades chorused in unison.

"Humph, the only difference was that you are not a virgin. The clothes itself would fetch a high price. No one had seen this sort of threads before, since the appearance of the Priestess of Suzaku years ago."

They advanced on her. Miaka felt helpless and fearful as they drew their weapons. She wished that she had heeded Taka's advice. "No, don't use your knives. We don't want to disfigure her," the leader cautioned. "Hit her on the head."

Wham! A fist collided with Miaka's head. One could tell that the fist was trained to do this. Miaka fell unconscious in the slave trader's arms. "Yeah, that's right. Let's pick out a brothel."

Suddenly a soft thud was heard behind them.

"Uh, uh, uh…so it's you again. Why are you always picking on women? Could you kidnap men for once?" a light hearted voice sounded, melodious and pleasing to the ears. The slave traders turned to see a man, in his eighteens, pointing a delicate white finger at them and shaking his head. "At least men could fight back!"

"So, want a fight, eh?" the leader asked, rolling a sleeve up.

"Try me; I've beaten one of the celestial warriors of the four gods before. You could not be much of a challenge, could you?"

"You brag a lot," the leader commented, spitting saliva on his hands. The man immediately retreated in disgust.

"Yuck, you fight by spitting saliva on your hands? Don't come near me!"

"Ha, so be gone and act as though nothing had happened, like a good civilian!"

"On the other hand, perhaps I might be able to dodge your smelly, dirty hands and help the lady you are picking on!" he smiled, his brown eyes shining with renewed vigour. He settled into a battle stance, before straightening up again. "Never mind, I shall tap you all away!"

He stepped forward and threw a half hearted punch at a random slave trader. The poor guy was catapulted into the wall, breaking a slave-trader sized hole in it. And he still continued flying to god knows where. "Oh dear… did I use too much strength?" he asked thoughtfully, a finger to his lips. He saw the eyes on him and remembered his predicament. "Oh, so you all wanted to fight, right? I am ready! Come on!"

With a frightened cry in unison, the slave traders ran from the alley. "What are you doing picking a fight with Ko Reishun?" one of them hissed at the leader.

The man was confused. "I thought you wanted to…fight? What about the girl? Never mind, this way's better!" he threw his purple braid back and turned to the unconscious figure.

"Sorry to keep you waiting here. Now get up and go home! Remember to say thank you!"

Miaka did not move. "Oh, so you are unconscious. Wait a minute, I remember you from somewhere!"

He studied the girl carefully and remembered. "Miaka…" he trailed off. "Welcome back!" he grinned.