Prologue

All the Suzaku seishi and their miko trembled as they stood huddled in a circle. They watched with fear dancing around in their hearts and stomachs as Nakago and his army approached them.

"Prepare to die, minions of Suzaku," Nakago said menacingly, in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "Luckily for you I'm in a good mood. I have decided to let you all die painlessly."

"Chichiri," Miaka pleaded. "Chichiri, please do something."

"Silence!" Nakago yelled, pointing his sward at Miaka's throat. "Or you'll be first, Suzaku no Miko."

Nakago turned his back on the seishi to talk to one of the soldiers.

Miaka gave Chichiri's hand a squeeze as if to say, "C'mon, do something!"

Chichiri took off his kasa and nudged Chiriko, who was next to him. "Get in my kasa no da," he whispered, trying to move his lips as little as possible.

"Where will it take me?"

"Konan no da." Chichiri almost added the word stupid.

Chiriko jumped into Chichiri's kasa. Next Chichiri nudged Miaka and pushed her into his kasa, too.

Slowly, one by one, all the remaining seishi jumped into Chichiri's kasa, heading back to Konan....

Or so they thought.