Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Story Retold ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Katrina Kadabra 
Miaka meets Chichiri and Hotohori again, but she still hasn't seen Tamahome...
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2002 | Updated On: 10.01.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 887 | Visits: 545 | Status: Completed
Miaka meets Chichiri and Hotohori again, but she still hasn't seen Tamahome...
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2002 | Updated On: 10.01.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 887 | Visits: 545 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi. The original story and
characters belong to Yu Watase. Any characters that did not
appear in the original story are my own creation.
Summary: Miaka and Yui discover that due to a change in the
constellations, the events of the Universe of the Four Gods have been
altered and now there are eight celestial warriors on each side! The
two girls must return back into the book in order to replay the events
and prevent a disaster. But once they arrived in the "Universe of the
Four Gods" again, Yui and Miaka were separated. In this chapter, Miaka
meets Chichiri and Hotohori again, but she still hasn't seen Tamahome.
Warnings: The story picks up shortly after the last episode of the
series. If you haven't seen all of the series not only will the story
probably leave you confused, but it contains some major spoilers as
well, especially this chapter. This story has nothing to do with the OVA.
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A Story Retold: Chapter 3
By Katrina Kadabra
As Miaka entered the palace of Hotohori, she marveled at the elaborate
decorations. It was as if nothing had ever changed, even the sweet
aroma as a freshly prepared meal in the background. Miaka's stomach
growled. She would have to ask to join in on the feast as soon as she
re-introduced herself to Hotohori.
The palace guard walked beside her, or rather someone who looked like
the palace guard. Miaka thought that trying to explain their case to
the actual guard would have taken too long, and probably would not
have gone over too well either. Besides, Chichiri had a wonderful
talent, so why not use it?
Miaka directed Chichiri around the palace to the emperor's throne
room. Chichiri asked how a girl from another world knew the palace of
the emperor so inside and out, but Miaka just smiled. She would never
forget this place. All the happy times she had spent here with her
friends, and the loving moments with Tamahome... Tamahome! Miaka
gasped as the thought struck her. If Chichiri did not remember who she
was, then what of her beloved Tamahome? What if he did not recognize
her as well? It only made sense that he wouldn't, but Miaka couldn't
seem to bring herself to grips with the idea. Theirs was a love that
broke the bonds of time and space. He had to remember her. He had to.
"Are you alright, no da?" Chichiri asked her. Miaka paused to get a
hold of herself, wiping a tear from her eye and forcing on a big smile
to show to Chichiri.
"Of course I'm alright. I'm the priestess of Suzaku, aren't I?" It
seemed Miaka had spoken too soon, for the moment the words "priestess
of Suzaku" left her lips, she had the entire army of guards in front
of the emperor's chambers staring down at her.
"The priestess of Suzaku?" she heard them whispering all around. "Did
that girl say she was the priestess of Suzaku? Did she? Is this true?
Why don't we take her to the emperor? He would know." At this
suggestion, one of guards was bold enough to approach Miaka. Her took
her by the arm, but Miaka quickly started to object.
"Hey, let me go!" she yelled. The confrontation did not have time to
go very far, as the grand doors of the throne room opened wide. There
stood Hotohori, just as Miaka had remembered. The gentle smile, the
kind but firm and determined eyes and the long deep olive hair fasted
up in its traditional style
"Hotohori!" Miaka exclaimed. Immediately, one of the guards slapped
her sharply across the cheek.
"How dare you! You will refer to his highness as his highness, not by
his highness' own name!" "Huh?" Miaka didn't understand a word this
guy just said, and she suspected that he didn't either. Hotohori
stepped forward.
"There is no need to be so rough. Please bring the girl into my
chambers so that I may speak with her."
"Yes, highness." Miaka felt herself shoved in the doorway. She rubbed
her cheek. It didn't hurt so much, but that guard was going to get it
was he reinstated her informal relationship with "his highness." Once
inside, Hotohori invited Miaka to sit down, which she did so happily.
"You are the priestess of Suzaku from another world?" Hotohori asked.
Miaka nodded.
"Sure am!" she exclaimed. "And now I can find the Suzaku Seven, and
summon Suzaku and save Konan for you." Hotohori's face turned to a bit
of shock.
"How did you know all that, priestess?"
"Oh, uh..." Miaka stuttered. "I'm just smart that way, you know? But
listen, my eminence's stomach is kinda empty, so if you weren't going
to eat all of that exquisite feast in the next room..." She pointed
her finger to indicate where the delectable aroma was coming from.
Hotohori laughed, his warm and youthful voice so familiar to Miaka.
She longed for hers to be not so strange to him.
"Of course," Hotohori said. "We shall prepare a grand meal for you
right away, priestess. You must be hungry after such a journey..."
Hotohori soon came to realize he was talking to empty space. Miaka was
already in the dining room helping herself to the emperor's
generosity.
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characters belong to Yu Watase. Any characters that did not
appear in the original story are my own creation.
Summary: Miaka and Yui discover that due to a change in the
constellations, the events of the Universe of the Four Gods have been
altered and now there are eight celestial warriors on each side! The
two girls must return back into the book in order to replay the events
and prevent a disaster. But once they arrived in the "Universe of the
Four Gods" again, Yui and Miaka were separated. In this chapter, Miaka
meets Chichiri and Hotohori again, but she still hasn't seen Tamahome.
Warnings: The story picks up shortly after the last episode of the
series. If you haven't seen all of the series not only will the story
probably leave you confused, but it contains some major spoilers as
well, especially this chapter. This story has nothing to do with the OVA.
----------------------------------------
A Story Retold: Chapter 3
By Katrina Kadabra
As Miaka entered the palace of Hotohori, she marveled at the elaborate
decorations. It was as if nothing had ever changed, even the sweet
aroma as a freshly prepared meal in the background. Miaka's stomach
growled. She would have to ask to join in on the feast as soon as she
re-introduced herself to Hotohori.
The palace guard walked beside her, or rather someone who looked like
the palace guard. Miaka thought that trying to explain their case to
the actual guard would have taken too long, and probably would not
have gone over too well either. Besides, Chichiri had a wonderful
talent, so why not use it?
Miaka directed Chichiri around the palace to the emperor's throne
room. Chichiri asked how a girl from another world knew the palace of
the emperor so inside and out, but Miaka just smiled. She would never
forget this place. All the happy times she had spent here with her
friends, and the loving moments with Tamahome... Tamahome! Miaka
gasped as the thought struck her. If Chichiri did not remember who she
was, then what of her beloved Tamahome? What if he did not recognize
her as well? It only made sense that he wouldn't, but Miaka couldn't
seem to bring herself to grips with the idea. Theirs was a love that
broke the bonds of time and space. He had to remember her. He had to.
"Are you alright, no da?" Chichiri asked her. Miaka paused to get a
hold of herself, wiping a tear from her eye and forcing on a big smile
to show to Chichiri.
"Of course I'm alright. I'm the priestess of Suzaku, aren't I?" It
seemed Miaka had spoken too soon, for the moment the words "priestess
of Suzaku" left her lips, she had the entire army of guards in front
of the emperor's chambers staring down at her.
"The priestess of Suzaku?" she heard them whispering all around. "Did
that girl say she was the priestess of Suzaku? Did she? Is this true?
Why don't we take her to the emperor? He would know." At this
suggestion, one of guards was bold enough to approach Miaka. Her took
her by the arm, but Miaka quickly started to object.
"Hey, let me go!" she yelled. The confrontation did not have time to
go very far, as the grand doors of the throne room opened wide. There
stood Hotohori, just as Miaka had remembered. The gentle smile, the
kind but firm and determined eyes and the long deep olive hair fasted
up in its traditional style
"Hotohori!" Miaka exclaimed. Immediately, one of the guards slapped
her sharply across the cheek.
"How dare you! You will refer to his highness as his highness, not by
his highness' own name!" "Huh?" Miaka didn't understand a word this
guy just said, and she suspected that he didn't either. Hotohori
stepped forward.
"There is no need to be so rough. Please bring the girl into my
chambers so that I may speak with her."
"Yes, highness." Miaka felt herself shoved in the doorway. She rubbed
her cheek. It didn't hurt so much, but that guard was going to get it
was he reinstated her informal relationship with "his highness." Once
inside, Hotohori invited Miaka to sit down, which she did so happily.
"You are the priestess of Suzaku from another world?" Hotohori asked.
Miaka nodded.
"Sure am!" she exclaimed. "And now I can find the Suzaku Seven, and
summon Suzaku and save Konan for you." Hotohori's face turned to a bit
of shock.
"How did you know all that, priestess?"
"Oh, uh..." Miaka stuttered. "I'm just smart that way, you know? But
listen, my eminence's stomach is kinda empty, so if you weren't going
to eat all of that exquisite feast in the next room..." She pointed
her finger to indicate where the delectable aroma was coming from.
Hotohori laughed, his warm and youthful voice so familiar to Miaka.
She longed for hers to be not so strange to him.
"Of course," Hotohori said. "We shall prepare a grand meal for you
right away, priestess. You must be hungry after such a journey..."
Hotohori soon came to realize he was talking to empty space. Miaka was
already in the dining room helping herself to the emperor's
generosity.
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