hello caspercat22 here with yet another short ficcy involving miaka (shudders, why do i write this stuff if i cant stand her. grr i cofuse even myself) and yet another love sick hero.

i decided to update it seeing as people liked my little kouji fic lol

based on a scene from book eleven from the manga. i though this up as sooon as i read it lol

i dont own fy. mores the pity. if i did, it would be with allth the seishis affections (except tamahome urgh!!)

so on with the fic

Chichiri stifled a yawn as he walked down Tokaki and Subaru's garden. The previous nights ordeal was still fresh in his mind, all he wanted to do at that moment was get a drink of water, report to his majesty through his mirror and slink off back to bed. He smiled wistfully at the thought, his thoughts already straying from the path to the comfort of those soft pallets that Subaru kindly prepared.

So caught up in his daydreams, Chichiri only just heard the quiet mumblings from beside a pond. Ever the inquisitive, he couldn't resist doubling back, wondering ever so cutely why his priestess seemed so down. Carefully, quietly, he sneaked up on her, intending to give her a slight shock, as he usually did. Inch upon inch he crept, his hand reaching forward to touch her shoulder until….

"YOU FRENCH KISS ME AND SPLIT? TAMAHOME YOU JERK!!!" she suddenly bellowed, standing up just as Chichiri had his head above hers, rewarding him with a nasty red mark on his chin. Miaka looked at him quizzically, " Chichiri how did you manage to position yourself there?" the monk rubbed his head in an embarrassed fashion, not wanting to say that he planned to play a joke on her, "urm no da! What's this furenchi kissu?"

Now it was Miaka's turn to look embarrassed, "well its…uh…" she started playing with her fingers before looking up at him, "perhaps its better if I show you." The monk cocked his head sideways as Miaka approached him, "take off your mask," she smiled. He complied willingly, laying the material nearby. As he did so, he felt a pair of soft hands cup both of his cheeks, turning his face gently towards that of his priestess.

"Miaka wha-mmf!" he yelped, suddenly feeling her lips on his. Hs eyes widened even further as she deepened the kiss, only to settle down halfway through, his arms somehow winding their way around her waist. The kiss ended all too soon for the monk. Both pulled away gasping, staring at each other in awe. "That," panted Miaka, "was a French kiss." And with that she stood up, glancing back once to smile at her seishi before walking out of the small garden towards the kitchens.

Chichiri stared at the archway for what seemed like ages before he pulled himself together, shaking his head lightly until it was cleared of all the unsettling emotions caused by Miaka. He had never experienced anything like it, not even with his fiancée. It was both the most amazing and most frightening thing he had ever encountered and he knew that without a doubt, if he had the chance, he would fight the devil himself to experience it all over again.

"I need a drink!" he thought, finally getting up. He glanced once more at the bank where they had sat and walked out the garden, making a beeline for a certain bandit who most assuredly had a stash of sake hidden some where. Now if he could only find it.

i said it was short lol. please read and reveiw and amybe i'll write another oneshot, only this time with an unexpected character being the wooer. as one of my reveiwers from koji's lil secret said "It's funny...she's like a disease. Don't catch the Miaka!" lol suites her to a tea lol chow for now