The Weeping Willow
By Keiko Tsujimura
Disclaimer: Fushigi Yuugi and the characters involved in this fanfiction do not belong to me.
"Nuriko…" Hotohori whispered, gazing at his beloved from across the gazebo. Nuriko lay on the railing, dressed elegantly in white silk. He smiled back as the rain pounded against the water behind him.
Hotohori stepped forward, approaching closer and closer. When he reached Nuriko, he held his delicate hand, both of them focused on nothing but each other. The Emperor leaned closer, closed his eyes, and…
"NURIKO! GET DA HELL OUTTA BED!" Tasuki yelled. Nuriko bolted upward, his eyes sprung open with surprise.
"Geez, ya sleep more than a freakin' log! Breakfast's gettin' cold!" the red-haired bandit griped.
Nuriko blinked, adjusting to the surroundings. It looked like his moment in paradise was nothing more than a dream. The only man nearby was the one screaming at him. He rubbed his eyes and climbed out of bed.
"That took long enough! Geez! I nearly wore out my voice tryin' ta wake ya up!" Tasuki continued.
"Trust me, that'll never happen," the purple haired warrior grumbled, throwing his shirt to the ground to replace it with his red tunic.
"What's dat supposed ta mean, huh?" Tasuki snapped.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Nuriko replied, completing getting dressed. "Now, I believed you mentioned something about breakfast right? Come on, I'm hungry!" he said, heading towards the door.
"Ingrate! I was da one who woke ya up in da first place, remember? I could'a waited 'till I had some breakfast and Miaka had already cleaned your plate, but since I'm such a nice guy, I came and woke ya up now!" the pyromaniac argued, following Nuriko to the dining room.