A collection of Fushigi Yuugi drabbles by otaku-no-miko
Author's Notes: (July 3, 2010)
I'm not sure where these came from, I think I'm trying to remember how to write again. I just set Slacker Radio on play and set up a game for myself – I would write for the entire length of the song and only that long, see what I came up with. I've broken them all up into separate chapters, because it's easier that way and it's a lot less to take in.
Hope you enjoy!
Oh I know that the music's fine just like sparkling wine
And you're having fun
But oh please while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
Don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Save the last dance for me.
("Save The Last Dance For Me", Michael Buble)
It was the way she danced.
Miaka wasn't that great a dancer (okay, let's be honest, she was a horrible dancer, watching her dance reminded him of watching Tasuki after a particularly violent confrontation with Nuriko and a wall), but she was having so much fun it was hard not to watch. She smiled, she laughed, she twirled and spun and kicked with pure childish abandon and it was like the entire world didn't exist.
He wished he could be like that. It was something in her he loved and envied and wanted so much all at the same time. And if there was anything about Miaka that Hotohori wanted to remember for the rest of his life, it was watching her dance tonight, looking like a crazed dervish of beauty and joy and pure life.