Miaka/Amiboshi - 10whores
Title: Trust Implicit
Fandom: Fushigi Yugi
Pairing: Miaka/Amiboshi
Prompt: #10 Paranoia
Word Count: 504
Rating: G
Table: http://airelement.livejournal.com/49149.html
It was a hard decision to make.
He was a Seiryu celestial warrior, and his loyalty belonged to Yui, the Priestess of Seiryu.
But he loved the Priestess of Suzaku instead.
Amiboshi wondered why he loved her. He’d played his flute and attacked Miaka with a horde of bats, and then gained her trust by commanding the bats to go away. He was there solely to deceive and destroy her, and he knew it.
He wasn’t a nice guy, and he knew it. He siphoned out all his good chi through his flute and so Miaka and everyone else trusted him. What was left inside Amiboshi was the merciless, raw remains of a darkened soul.
When it came to summoning Suzaku, Amiboshi had no reservations about foiling the plans. But he did wonder why his intents had changed from wanting to kill the Suzaku warriors and priestess, to wanting to prevent them from fulfilling their duty. If he was honest with himself - he would have preferred to always be honest, but in his situation it wasn’t an option - he knew it was because of Miaka.
He toyed with the idea of abducting Miaka, taking her away in the night to his village home as his wife, but he knew the Suzaku warriors would find him. He contemplated killing them, but there was no way he’d be able to subdue Miaka enough to remove her fury at him if he did so.
As the time to summon Suzaku drew closer, Amiboshi began to fret. The Suzaku warriors were becoming nervous - he cursed the stupid crystal that showed clearly that they were missing one of their own - and all he could do was play his flute. He didn’t dare to play it around Chichiri or Hotohori too often, because he worried that they would realise he was trying to distract them from their worries, and begin to suspect that something about him was amiss. But the other warriors were less observant, and he quelled their suspicions with a simple channel of his chi emerging as a calming tune from the flute.
Miaka trusted him implicitly. Amiboshi often wondered how she could be so trusting and generally naïve; she believed anything she was told. A stupid habit, he thought, and was surprised to find his lip curling in scorn. He’d fancied himself in love with her. Maybe he wasn’t.
Amiboshi held onto that thought. He wasn’t in love with Miaka. It was the only way he’d be able to kill her. But Miaka didn’t notice the flicker of hatred that flashed across his face occasionally when he looked at her, and she continued to care for him as one of her friends.
It was harsh to have a friend stab you in the back, Amiboshi thought. But it was her own fault for trusting him. He wouldn’t take any blame for her emotions; she’d caused it herself. She thought he was dead now, so he was free. He never wanted to see a celestial warrior ever again.