(A/N) I'm sorry doesn't even begin to cover it, does it? It's been so long since I've updated, most of you probably thought I vanished off the face of the earth. I will try my best to update my other stories as well!
Tamahome wasn't difficult to find, she let her car idle until the limo he had climbed into was a quarter of a mile or so ahead of her. I need to keep my distance.. she reminded herself. Though whether she meant physically or emotionally, she wasn't entirely sure.
"Come on.." she spoke in an irritated whisper, her foot hovering over the gas pedal, anticipating. It was hard to follow slowly behind when she was so eager to just finish this. Driving at the speed limit was so agonizing, all it did was give her a chance to think.
To think of Tamahome's wavy black hair, his tall lean body, or his eyes... those eyes... "Get ahold of yourself, Miaka!" she screamed aloud, "He's a target! Nothing more!" She choked out the last word. "You.. barely know him.." her voice was much softer now, her tone less accusatory.
In the midst of her mini crisis, she's managed to almost lose him."Focus," she spoke more determined now, "do it for Yui."
Suddenly, she felt more certain, as she remembered what Nakago had done to Yui. He'd used her, used her and cast her aside. The thought was infuriating, the firey hatred she'd had for Nakago fueled her drive and desire to kill.
No matter who it was.
Her rage continued to smolder with the burning passion of Suzaku as she approached the large, lavish building she assumed to be the home of Tamahome Sukunami. She pulled over less than a block before, giving her a chance to take in her surroundings.
There were security guards, security cameras, a massive wall... it was all rather elaborate for the house of a president of a corporation, she thought. Though it was understandable, he'd been a target for quite some time now. After all, Nakago was desperate to find someone to kill him without dirtying his own, already filthy, hands.
"That's right..." Miaka gasped slightly as she remembered what had happened in recent months. Tamahome's mother and younger sister had both been killed... by Yui.
Miaka tried hard to imagine how Yui could have no problem murdering a mother and a small child, but be unwilling to eliminate him.
She shook her head, shrugging off the morbid thought. "Now's not the time to go soft." She said before realizing she was speaking to no one but herself. She had a bad habit of vocalizing her thoughts.
The limo had already gone past security, up the long, narrow drive way. Miaka's eyes followed it's path. I'm definitely not going that way.. This was a given, of course.There's no need to stir up more trouble than necessary...
As she sat for a few more moments, working out the details of her plan, a light flickered on in a room in the left wing of the second floor. Beneath the window, the faint outline of a balcony could be seen. "Perfect." she smiled, now more assuredly, as she slipped out of her convertable silently.
The air was cold and still, no worse than an average night, but it seemed amplified tonight. Her long, sleeveless, silky black dress wasn't much protection. Especially at two in the morning.
She swiftly made her way over toward the house, careful to walk on her tip toes, for fear of her high heels clicking against the asphalt. When she made it to the grassy front yard, she relaxed a bit, no one had noticed her yet.
The closest security guard was near the corner of the large wall encasing the mansion. He seemed inattentive and sleepy. This she would use to her advantage.
She snuck through the grass and plants cautiously, the slightest crunch of a leaf could be the death of her. Once even with the illuminated room and it's balcony, she paused. The wall was even taller than she had thought, almost reaching the second floor.
I wonder if this is why he's so hard to get to, security is tight but... it seemed like there was something else. Some far greater obstacle she would have to overcome. The thought was depressing,
She managed her way up the tall, what seemed like never ending, brick wall. Her heels made slight scraping noises as she struggled, but nothing loud enough to reach any ears but her own.
When she'd reached the top, she crouched down as low as she could, thoroughly observing the area. A little flashing red dot caught her eye. "Motion detector.." she mumbled softly.
Looking up at the balcony, one foot above her, three feet in front, she knew what she had to do. She removed her shoes, and lightly dropped them into a section of tall grass behind her. She adjusted her stance, and mustered up every ounce of strength she could find.
It only took a half a second, between the moment she leaped and when she'd closed the gap between her and the wooden balcony. She scrambled pulling herself up all the way on to the platform, her dress catching on a nail, ripping far too loudly.
"Cheap fabric," she muttered, her heart still pounding.
In the moment she'd taken to catch her breath, the figure behind the curtain had begun moving closer. Dammit! she cursed in her mind, climbing back over the edge to hang on to the splinter covered corner. Luckily, the motion detectors were six feet below.
The door opened, and a man, who was unmistakeably Tamahome, stepped out, closing the door behind him. He walked out to the edge, and leaned on the banister, looking up at the stars longingly. It would have been too dark for him to notice her, unless he had been specifically looking, she told herself mentally.
Miaka watched him breathlessly, her mind racing even faster than her pulse. It was so much easier to rationalize when she couldn't see his eyes.
As he stood there, quietly watching the stars, it became harder and harder for her to hang on. Her heart was pounding so loudly, it seemed almost impossible that he couldn't hear it. Lost in thought... Miaka wondered.
The splinters working their way into her palms, she became more frantic. In her delusion, her thoughts circled around the idea of forbidden love and a balcony. It's like Romeo and Juliet! She thought histerically, it was hard not to laugh at the silly comparison.
"Miaka.." Tamahome's voice threw off her train of thought, causing her to gasp automatically.
She was suddenly in shock, he'd been thinking of her, and judging by the sound of his voice... fondly.
But that was all over now. He spun around to face the corner she was dangling from, his eyes searching frantically until they caught sight of her. She closed her eyes tensly, praying that he wouldn't realize it was her.
Her prayers were denied.
"Miaka?!" Tamahome was hovering over her in dismay, his eyes wide with surprise.
This is bad, Miaka thought, really bad.
(A/N) So, two and a half years later, I finally update. I'm not going to say it was worth the wait, but it's much better than the previous chapter! Not to mention longer too... but you know what? I suddenly feel inspired to write again. Thank you all for your numerous reviews and comments, if not for your nagging, I'd probably still be stuck! (I say nagging in a good way, of course)