A/N: Hi!, This is my second fanfic, but don't go read my first one, it's horrible. Anyway, I should give you some background information: This is a reincarnation fic; OAV 2 never happened in this story; Miaka doesn't live in Tokyo, I don't know where she lives, I'll decide that later; a visual kei band is a band that uses visual appeal as well as audio appeal; Miaka may seem a little ooc; I don't know any French so excuse my poor French skill; yes, some Japanese bands have French names; the only Japanese that I'll use in this story (as far as I know) are the name suffixes, any phrases or anything will not be used. That's it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I no own FY.

Chapter 1: New Life

She was never really one to stay up with the latest trends. That doesn't mean she doesn't like shopping for them however. She was very busy, keeping with her job, staying in touch with Taka, and the past few months she dedicated every other spare moment to planning Yui's wedding.

It was very hard not to see it coming. Yui and Tetsuya hooked up very quickly after Suzaku was summoned, and they got serious about it just as quick. It was only natural that they get married. But where did that leave her?

Miaka and Taka had been dating for five years. Sure, they were unofficially engaged, but they never saw each other anymore. Five months ago, Taka had left for Tokyo. He had been accepted into Tokyo University and they decided that it was best that he take the opportunity. Because of the financial burden of him being at a prestigious university, Miaka decided it was best if she didn't go to college to help save some money. That left her here: at Watanabe Firms, as a secretary. She didn't really have any qualifications, besides being a high school graduate. It sure would look funny if she put Suzaku no Miko on her resume after all.

Everyday, she wondered about her seishi. Were they all right? Had Tasuki and Chichiri died? She wondered what would happen when all of them died.

"Yuuki-san, have you finished typing the report yet?" Her boss came striding down the aisle in front of her desk. His hands were full of papers and his narrow eyes squinted behind his glasses.

"Ah! I'm sorry Watanabe-san! I got sidetracked!" Miaka quickly finished organizing the papers on her desk and took out the report that was only half typed.

"Next time get your work down before you daydream." He snapped. He opened the door to his office, which was right by her desk, and walked in.

Her boss was very moody. He had been running the firm for twenty-five years and had hired the best lawyers in the prefecture, tripled the value of the firm, divorced two women, and had four kids in the process. Not mention that fact that he had a very comfortable lifestyle given the salary he gave himself. He paid he employees very well though. His philosophy was that "if I wear designer suits, then you wear designer suits." It had to be one of the finest dressed law firms in the country.

"Miaka-chan! You want to have lunch today?" Yumiko, the secretary of Watanabe-san's most trusted lawyer, was Miaka's good friend. It was very hard not to be friends with Yumiko. She was kind, hardworking, and everything else that made a good secretary. She was a little ditsy and naïve though. Her boss fancied her very much and always gave her work to do as an excuse to see her.

Miaka remembered how naïve she used to be, just by looking at Yumiko. She really hoped that's not how she is now. It would be rather odd if Miaka's boss had a crush on her and she didn't see it, especially when he's like 50-something.

"Miaka-chan?" Yumiko high voice was concerned.

Miaka chuckled nervously. "Sorry Yumi-chan, I've been spacing out today." Miaka straightened her black suit as she stood up. The skirt fell just above her knees and Miaka hated having to wear a skirt to work. Her hair was longer now, it was braided in a long ponytail that started at the base of her neck and ended halfway down her back.

"Don't let Watanabe-san catch you doing that!" Yumi scolded, "He'll have some strong words with you!" Miaka didn't dare tell her that he had already caught her at it.

"So," Miaka said, changing the subject, "where do you want to go for lunch?"

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There was a nice little café down the street from the building that served great lunches. They weren't too expensive either. Sakako, a friend of Yumi's, came with them. Sakako was the assistant of a cd producer whose building was next to the firm.

The waiter came and took their order. They were sitting at a table outside and discussed their morning.

"Miaka-chan is going to get in trouble with her boss." Yumi joked. "All she does is space off." Sakako and Yumi chuckled and Miaka turned beet red.

"Hey, I get my work done." Miaka picked up her drink and took a sip, still red.

"It's okay, my boss hardly ever gives me any work. All I do is answer his phone." Sakako laughed a bit. "Least you have something to do all day, probably get paid better too." All of them laughed heartily.

"Oh, speaking of money. Taka said that his tuition is due so he won't be able to afford to come and visit." Miaka said sadly. Yumi and Sakako made comforting noises and gestures.

"I was really looking forward to meeting this great guy of yours. From all you've told us, he sounds like quite the catch. I'm so sorry sweetie." Yumi patted her arm.  "Tell you what, we're going to cheer you up!" Sakako and Yumi both cheered loudly, causing several other patrons to look at them funny.

"No, really-" Miaka was cut off by Sakako. She really didn't want them to go to trouble just for her.

"I know just the thing!" She had a mad glint in her eye. "It's really great!"

"Ooo, what is it?" Sakako leaned over and whispered into Yumi's ear.

"That's a great idea!" Yumi and Sakako gave the victory sign while Miaka sat in her chair, hoping their plan wasn't too drastic. "After work today, you're going to come with us."

"Really, it's okay, I'll be fine!" Miaka was waving her hands in front of her, trying to prove her point. "Really, I'm fine!"

"Nonsense!" Yumi's grin filled up most of her face. "We have the perfect opportunity to have some fun!" Sakako and Yumi both smiled as their food came and they started to eat. Miaka chewed on her food thoughtfully, what were they up to?

"Oh, and don't expect to pay for lunch Miaka-chan, it's on me!" Yumi grinned again from across the table.

"But-"

"No buts, Miaka." Yumi gave the victory sign once more. Miaka sighed.

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It was the end of the day; Miaka was saving all the documents on her computer, printed out the ones that needed to be, and finished Watanabe-san's reports for the day. After placing them on his desk, she shut down her computer, grabbed her jacket, and headed for the elevator. She pressed the down key and the soft ding echoed in the marble hallway. She sighed, looks like she had gotten away from Yumi. The doors opened and she looked up.

"Miaka-chan! There you are!" Yumiko was in different clothing than her usual dark gray suit. She was wearing a fitted black top and a skirt that poofed out just a little from her body. Her clothes didn't show off her body too much but accented it nonetheless. "C'mon! You got to go change!"

Miaka looked down at herself. Her suit had gotten severely wrinkled and her stockings had several runs in them. Little strands of her hair were sticking out of her braid. "Geez, I look horrible!"

"No, you don't sweetie. You just look a little too much like you just got off work!" She giggled. "Do you have a change of clothes?"

Miaka blushed. She usually just went straight home after work so she never had to bring a change of clothes. "No…"

"That's okay! We're still going to have fun!" Yumiko grabbed Miaka by the arm and dragged her into the elevator. "Oh! >You'll have to put on a little makeup to where we're going!" She pulled out some black eyeliner and a hand mirror. "All you have to do is accent your eyes a little bit and you'll be perfect!"

Miaka had never used eyeliner before. Using the mirror, she very carefully rubbed the tip of the pencil underneath her eyes. The result was crooked and uneven. However, it made her eyes look even more slanted and defined.

"That's perfect Miaka-chan!" The elevator doors opened and Yumi led Miaka to her car. "It's only about a fifteen minute drive from here."

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They pulled up in front of a club. A big neon sign said Crimson is tones of red, orange, and yellow. There were two bouncers at the door preventing the long line of people from getting in.

"We're going to a club?" Miaka asked, looking skeptically at the line.

"It's not really a club, more like a concert & bar combination place." Yumiko parked and opened her door. "Sakako gave us tickets to see a band. They're really popular too!"

Miaka froze. She was getting to see a concert? She had never seen one before.

"It's really lucky that we got the tickets. This is more of a private concert than one of the ones in a coliseum." Miaka looked over to the line. Most of the people were dressed in different shades of black with heavy makeup and wild hair. Some of them were wearing skirts with petticoats with their hair in pigtails.

"C'mon Miaka!" Yumi had showed their tickets to one of the bouncers who eyed them over. After looking at them for a few seconds, he opened the rope that divided them from the inside.

Miaka and Yumi both coughed and gasped as soon as they walked in. Smoke hung in the room like a fog and there were masses of people all wearing the same color. The beams of the strobe lights colored the smoke all colors of the rainbow. The room was divided between two levels: the top was like a balcony around the dance floor and had the bar and tables, the bottom was the dance floor itself, and the stage took up one wall of both levels. They saw an empty table near one of the sets of stairs. As soon as they sat down, the music stopped and the audience cheered.

"We have some very special guests here tonight at Crimson. They've toured the country, their cds have sold millions, and now they're here to entertain you!" The audience roared with approval. "Here they are: Mer de Visages!"

Miaka couldn't even see the stage because of all the smoke. She wasn't about to give up seeing her first concert because of cancer sticks. She looked to Yumi, who looked back at her, and got up and headed towards the stage. Pushing her way down the steps and weaving through the crowd of boots and maryjanes, she got as close to the stage as she could, about six feet away.

The whole room had gone black and everyone quieted. All of a sudden, the lights on the stage came on in whites and blues. Walking out, the lead singer grabbed the microphone off the stand.

Miaka couldn't tell if it was a girl or boy. The clothes didn't give away any of what the body might be. After she heard the song begin, she realized he was a boy. He could easily fool anybody by his appearance. He had long black hair that was partially put up in pigtails and his face was painted white. His whole outfit was white and he was wearing a short kimono with pants.

The rest of the band followed: the drummer who was wearing blue and green and had wild bed-head like white hair, the bassist with a purple dress shirt and white tie, and the guitarist who was wearing layers of blue and black. Miaka looked closely at all of them. All of their faces were painted white, except for the guitarist; he was very tan. Even though he was wearing a lot of clothes, they were stretched against his upper body showing off that he must go to the gym very often. He was undoubtedly the most masculine member of the band. What caught Miaka's eye the most though, was his orange hair. As they started playing, he looked down at her and smiled, showing little fangs. She gasped.

"Tasuki!"