Don't Talk Trash!

::cough cough:: After loosing a bet, Tasuki is forced to take out the trash. BUT there are TWO trash cans! Which one is theirs? One-shot. Be very, very afraid. . .

Oya, I made Tasuki really stupid in this fic, which I didn't want to. Sorry, Tasuki-Sama!

Tasuki: Ya better be. . . ::glare::

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fushigi Yugi. If I did, my name would be Yu Watase. But it's not!

"I bet you that Chichiri would stay meditating for five hours straight!" Tamahome yelled. Tasuki glared.

"Oh yeah? I bet he'll go for five days!!" he grinned. "If I win. . ."

"If you win, I have to do all your chores! If I win, you'll take out the TRASH!"

"Yer on, Obake-Chan!" there was a slight pause. "hey! That rhymed!"

::five hours later. . .:

Chichiri stretched.

"Ah! Let's go eat, no da!" he said happily. Tamahome laughed, as Tasuki slowly walked out the door carrying five large bags of trash (the trash bags are Glad Ware).

"Man, this sucks. . ." Tasuki growled. He walked up to the driveway, and saw two trach cans, a red one, and a blue one. The bandit stood there, wondering which one he should put the trash in.

Anyway, the blue one had a dragon painted on it, and the red one had a pheonix painted on it. Tasuki stared at both. Who in their right mind would put two TRASH CANS TOGETHER!!!?? This may take a while. . .

Five minutes passed. The bandit was still wondering which trash can was his and the Suzaku Seishi's.

"Ya know. . .I should be out eating at Burger King right now. .. but what am I actually doing? TAKING OuT TH' STUPID TRASH!!" Tasuki whined.

Minutes passed by. . .

An hour passed. . .

Finally, after thirty minutes. . .

"Ah, t' Suzaku with this!!" the bandit yelled, stuffing all five trash bags into the bluse trash can. He walked back into the house.

"Anyone up fer strip poker!?" he yelled.

Several minutes later, Tomo walked out of the neighboring house, with two trash bags.

"Oh dear, I wish that Miboshi would get off his lazy bottom and take the trash out himself. . ." he mumbled. The Seiryu Seishi walked over to the blue trash can, and saw the five trash bags.

"Oh my. . ." Tomo said. "Suboshi! Did Ashitare eat several trees again!?"

"No! Why!?" a yell came out of the house.

"There are five trash bags here!!"

"Does it smell like waste!?"

"Eh. . .I smell banana cream pie. . ."

"Well he didn't eat a stinkin' tree!!" a females voice was heard. "he probably had that potion Miboshi made to make food taste and smell better!"

"Ah. . ."

Fin

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