disclaimer-i do not own fushigi yuugi and chances are i never will. no matter how hard i wish. and here is a helpful tip: never waste your hard earned cash on those damn wishing wells. they do not work.
warning(s)- minimal drug refrences and possibly adult content, but nothing even kinda bad, although it may get all kissy kissy lovey dovey, i just write this stuff as i go.oh yeah and possibly moderate language, although it definatly wont be as bad as the language in the first ch. ok?ok.
Additional WARNING!- IF ANYONE CALLS TASUKI HOMO AFTER I WRITE THIS I WILL...ACTUALLY I WONT DO ANYTHING EXCEPT GET VERY ANGRY AND FLAME YOUR STORY!UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN PERSON THEN YOU BEST WATCH YOUR BACK! NOW MY CAPS LOCK IS STUCK!
not really haha, i dont know why but i say that alot.
its never really stuck though, just so you know.
now, to get on to the actual story, cuz i'm sure your all getting sick of me sitting here talking to (mainly) myself.
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Miaka trudged up the stairs to apartment number 413, on the second floor. For her, this had been a very tiring walk, even though she had only gotten out of the car about, eh, 5 minutes ago. When she got there, she leaned against the door for a while. She took a few deep breaths, then, without further hesitation, she rang the doorbell.
A very happy Yui opened the door, not looking to see who it was. Her joyful expression turned to confusion after she noticed that it was Miaka who had walked into her apartment. An equally startled Tetsuya was watching her as well.
"Auntie Miaka? What are you doing here?" A small child asked. Miaka turned to see Myran, Tetsuya and Yui's adopted 6 year old son, putting down his Playstation controller.
"I was going to ask the same thing," Tetsuya said, more confused than angry. "Yui? Did you forget to tell me something?"
"No, I didn't. Miaka, I think you need to go home. Why didn't you tell us- or at least me- that you were coming? Did you even tell Tamahome?" Yui was pressuring her best friend too much. Miaka couldn't take it. She burst out crying at the sound of his name. She never wanted to hear it again!
"Oh my God, Miaka what's wrong? Did I hurt your feelings? Are you OK?" Again, with the multiple questions at once.
"No. No. I'm not 'OK'. I came here becuase I thought my best friend could help me, but it seems to me like you want me gone-" Miaka was cut off by an insulted Yui.
"What the hell are you talking about? You haven't even told me what's wrong yet! All I was wondering was why you were here. And besides, you know you are always welcome here. So why don't you just calm down and tell us what's wrong, alright?"
Miaka, a little taken aback by Yui's reaction, came to her senses and realized Yui was right. "Alright, but first, mind if I have a small-" She held up her index finger and her thumb about an inch apart, "- bowl of rice?"
There was a snicker from Myran and Tetsuya mumbled, "Well, I'm glad she's back to normal."
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Meanwhile, in "The Universe of the Four Gods"
I wonder what Miaka's doing right now, four Seishi all thought at once, Nuriko, Tasuki, Hotohori, and Chichiri. They all still loved her. Even though Chichiri never admittited to it, like the others, he had loved her. She already had the choice between Tamahome, and Hotohori, then Nuriko and Tasuki added into it also. Not to mention Amiboshi, he thought. If I told her, it would just make it harder for her to reject us all for Tamahome. So it's good that she never knew, right? The seemingly carefree monk often pondered this while he looked at the stars.
The door to Chichiri's room slammed open and a loud, happy voice boomed, "Yo! Chiri!"
Snapping out of his gaze, Chichiri turned from the window to see Tasuki standing in his doorway with a mug of sake.
"Ya comin to th' party?"
"No, I'm kinda busy, meditating and all, no da."
"Is that so? Well if yer meditatin, howcome you're standin? Is this a new thing er somethin?" Tasuki walked over to Chichiri and joined him by the window.
"I thought monks wasn't 'posed ta lie. Or somethin like that, anyways. I see through that dumb ol' mask ya wear, though. Oh, wait, ya ain't even wearin the mask. That means yer thinkin about somethin serious, eh Chiri? Somethin? Or someone?"
Chichiri blushed and looked down, out the window, so his friend wouldn't know he was right. Tasuki wasn't brilliant, but he wasn't stupid either. "Are you drunk yet, Tasuki no da?"
"Nah, not yet. I was gonna wait fer my favorite monk ta come an join the party, but since he ain't gonna, can I stay up here with 'im?"
"Knock yourself out no da," Chichiri said with a friendly smile. "I'm getting kinda lonely anyway. It would be nice to have the company."
Tasuki looked at him with a confused look. "Then why dun ya wanna come to th' party? All 7- er, I mean 6- of us is gonna be there," He noticed something in Chichiri's eye, he couldn't quite place it, but it made Tasuki feel bad for what he had said. "Aww, well, I'm gonna stay up here anyway. So what's botherin ya? And don't give me any lies or shit like that, because I will be able to tell, and ya know I will."
Chichiri opened his mouth, about to give in, then closed it again, then put his finger to it, as if thinking. After a moment, he opened his mouth, there was no use trying to hide it from Tasuki. "Well, a few months ago, Tamahome, Hotohori, Nuriko, and you all loved Miaka, no da. Well, I think I love her too. I just didn't want to tell her because she was having a hard enough time with only Tamahome and Hotohori no da. Does that make any sense no da?"
"O course it does. I couldn't stand seeing her cry over Tamahome all the time because I couldn't stand her sad. You just didn't want her sad either, I think." I wonder why Tasuki doesn't have the bandit accent when it comes to Miaka? Chichiri wondered. Then he nodded. "I think you are right, no da."
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Authors notes:
Sorry this one is not as angsty or whatever as the first one was.
Also, sorry about any grammar/spelling mistakes, but don't bug me about them, cuz I'm not gonna fix them. I'm too lazy.
The scene with Tasuki and Chichiri talking is not meant to be yaoi or shonen ai or whatever ya wanna call it. It was only meant as a friendship scene, I swear.