Poof Chapter 1 Now that Tasuki had finally done it, Chichiri wanted, no, needed to plan out some sort of revenge. How it infuriated the blue haired monk that he had been humiliated by all the people of Konan's palace and his friends. Personal jibes from the other seishi and the miko were bad enough, but when people came up to him and asked: "are you the guy with the hair that poufs out?" he increasingly couldn't handle the pressure. It simply wasn't kind to do such a thing to someone.

Now what did Tasuki have that he didn't want people to know? Chichiri knew that he had that good "friend" Kouji, but that wouldn't produce the desired effect, nor could he be sure that there was anything between them at all.

Hmmm... Tamahome had gotten to know Tasuki before he had a chance to meet the red-headed bandit from the mountains. Maybe he would know something. But that would mean having to put up with Tamahome's jibes for however long it would take. He could always ask Hotohori, who was also there, but the emperor didn't have much time with one of the major festivals coming up soon.

So, Tamahome it would be. Joy. Looking at a rare timepiece, he noted that it was too late this night to ask of such a favour. He had a cup of tea and went to bed, hoping that the next day would bring good luck in his endeavour.

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As you most likely have noticed, I tend to write best in quick spurts, and I can't come up with much so quickly. Expect lots of little, short chapters.