The mere fact that the story has followers motivates me to keep writing. Ooomph!

DISCLAIMER: I certainly don't own Fushigi Yuugi. Do you think I would actually create a female protagonist who can eat as much as an army and never gets fat? Nuh-huh, no way!

"Ah, Master Urumiya, please hurry! " one of the guards greeted her as soon as she left her father at their inn and went to check on Miaka - out of pure curiosity, she kept telling herself. "The Priestess is really sick. The Emperor requested your presence at the Celestial Warriors' meeting he's holding right as we speak. "

A mere nod was her only response and acknowledgement. Trusting her to obey his Lord's orders, the man returned to his duties, leaving her to take off - not realizing she took off to where Miaka's quarters were.

Suzaku was not her governing God - not that Genbu was, bu, well, he had some kind of power on her. And Hotohori was not her Emperor either. So, why should she feel obliged to do as he said? Checking up on the girl seemed a better course of action in Hisoka's mind.

In a matter of minutes she was looking down on Miaka's suffering face. Seriously, for someone who was supposed to carry so much power, she really looked weak and fragile.

"Mother" the girl murmured in her sleep, seemingly in agony, be it from her fever, or whatever dream she might be having. "Keisuke. "

The blackette's breath hitched, and her blue eyes widened only a fraction. "She's ... missing her family" she voiced her realization with a soft tone.

"Indeed" a voice said behind her.

Without showing her surprise, she calmly turned to see Nuriko standing at the doorway. She sent him a nod of her head, and then turned her attention back to the sleeping brunette.

"You know", the purple-head went on unfazed by her silence, " my sire wishes to let her go. Back to her own world, that is. He's planning to ask her if she feels like coming with us to Taiitsukun to ask for her return. "

He waited for a reply, or some kind of comment. But none came his way, so he asked what was on his mind "You ... will come with us, right? ". He didn't know why the hell he cared to ask, but he figured, what the heck, the black-head was a part of it, too.

He didn't expect the quiet reply "I will. The girl misses her loved ones, and I can relate to that. The way I see it, the sooner she goes, the better for all of us. It's a win-win situation. "

A growl made her aware of Tamahome's entrance in the room. Deciding she had spent enough time there for the day, she turned and headed to the door. As she passed by him, she asked, in her usual cold tone "What is it that bothers you? You don't love her, after all, right? "

She didn't have to see his face to know she had hit the nail right on the spot ...

Next Chapter:On my way

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