Birthday Crashers

:This is a short story about Miaka's "sweet" sixteen. She decides to be nice and invite all the Seiryuu seishi as well as her own Suzaku seishi. Yui, Keisuke, and Tetsuya are also invited. BUT! Someone has NOT been invited... and they decide to crash the party. Who could it be?:

"Tamahoooome, did you bring more soda from the convenience store yet?" Tasuki asked the most childish voice he could muster.

"NO. FOR THE THIRD TIME, I'M PICKING PLACES TO BUY THE CAKE!" Tamahome replied. Tasuki chuckled to himself and continued clipping his nails with a nifty device Miaka had lent him with the most original name - a 'nail clipper'.

Chichiri came inside from playing frisbee with Chiriko and ran inside the kitchen to Tamahome. Tamahome was minding his own business and reading a magazine when Chichiri ripped up the magazine from Tamahome's view and placed it arched over his own head as a shield.

"Tama-chan! You've gotta save me! Chiriko's threatening me with that toy of Miaka's...the...the frizz bee, no da!" Chichiri's voice trembled and Tamahome grabbed his magazine back.

"What did I tell you about calling me 'Tama-chan'?" he snapped. Chichiri shrugged. At that moment, the door burst open and Chiriko appeared laughing hysterically. Tamahome frowned as Chichiri began tugging on his shirt.

"Stop it, Chi, you'll give me wrinkles!" Tamahome glared, his attempts to push Chichiri away proving futile.

"But Tama-chan!" Tamahome ignored him. "...Tama-chaaaan!" Tamahome ignored him again. "TAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOME!" Tamahome's face was now dark red.

"WHAT?" he finally shouted, looking away from his May edition of Ribon.

Chiriko was just about to whack Chichiri over the head when Tamahome grabbed the frisbee and threw it through an open window.

Chichiri began to say, "Thanks Tama-chan-" but when Tamahome glared at him, he instead said, "I mean Ta-ma-HOE-me, no da!" instead. Tamahome looked up at him after a few seconds, realizing why Chichiri was grinning, but before he could retort, Chiriko spoke.

"Heeeyyyy, that was Miaka's! And NOW what am I going to do!"

"Speaking of Miaka," Tasuki, who had amassed a small pile of nail clippings, chimed into the conversation. "Where is she?"

"Off buying something with Hotohori from some store called Isetan. They should be back soon," Tamahome replied.

"Ahh... But what if by chance they fall in love while they're out, leave Tokyo, go to Europe and leave you aaallll alooone, Tamahome?" Tasuki quickly rambled.

Tamahome rolled his eyes. "Go roll down a rocky mountainside."

"Ah, and while we're on the subject of missing people, where's Mitsukake?" Chiriko looked around curiously.

"Last time I saw him, he was in the living room," Chichiri answered as he took an apple from the fruit basket.

"Okay," Chiriko said, walking out of the kitchen. He went into the living room to check up on Mitsukake and opened his eyes wide in horror at what he saw. Mitsukake was there alright-squatting up and down with his eyes glued to the television. It seemed that he was trying to follow the lead of a bubbly man on the TV screen in a neon yellow jumpsuit. The man's afro jiggled as he shouted out encouragement to the other people on the show with him.

"MITSUKAKE, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" Chiriko demanded in confusion. Mitsukake looked over at Chiriko and stopped. He blinked.

"Oh, ah - there was a DVD - I, I'm doing exercises, Chiriko, what does it look like I'm doing?"

"I'm not sure... it looks like you have to you have to poop."

"Not funny..." Mitsukake said, picking up the exercises again. Chiriko shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

"I've got it!" Tamahome said.

"FINALLY! A brain?" Tasuki snickered. Tamahome, Chichiri, and Chiriko raised an eyebrow and Tasuki sighed.

"Where's everyone's sense of humor?!"

Tamahome shook his head and said, "Aaaaanyway, I found a good place to get a cake. So now we can place the order." Tamahome picked up the kitchen phone. Tasuki, Chichiri, and Chiriko made a circle around him to listen in on the conversation.

"Hello, Edible Delights. How may I assist you, oh honorable customer?" a man picked up the phone.

"Yes-hi. I want to order a birthday cake for my girlfriend. She's turning 16 and her name's Miaka."

"Oh, how splendid that the honorable customer's girlfriend is turning the illustrious age of sixteen. What kind of cake may we humbly prepare in service to you?"

"Um... Yellow cake with-"

"NO! It must be CHOCOLATE!" Tasuki interrupted, screaming into Tamahome's ear. Tamahome told the man to 'hold on just a moment, please' and glared at Tasuki.

"What are you talking about? We're going to have yellow cake, not chocolate!"

"I like chocolate!" Chiriko agreed with Tasuki. Chichiri shook his head.

"Yellow is better!" he and Tamahome said. So they fought on and on for about and hour and Tamahome finally told the man to use chocolate.

"With chocolate frosting-"

"Vanilla!" Tasuki protested. Tamahome slowly turned, towering over Tasuki as Tasuki shrunk away, frightened by Tamahome's ogre-face.

"Okay, okay! Chocolate. Jeez!" Tasuki pouted.

"With chocolate frosting and red icing that says: Happy Birthday Miaka," Tamahome continued.

"Will there be anything else? Frosted flowers or balloon decorations on the sides? Miniature fireworks?"

"Um.. Just use some more icing to make the shape of a red phoenix feather next to Miaka's name, na no da!" Chichiri butted in. The others looked at him in approval, however.

"A phoenix feather? That's a little unique. Is that all?"

"Yes," the three said together. Tamahome gave the address and hung up. He sat down at the kitchen table once again with Chichiri, Chiriko, and Tasuki.

"So... what did you all get Miaka for her birthday?" Tasuki asked with a smirk.

"I bought her breath mints," Chiriko said plainly. The other three sweatdropped.

"Eh? What?" Chiriko asked with an innocent look on his face. "They're shaped like kitties."

"Guess it's the thought that counts," said Chichiri. Tasuki nodded, but Tamahome looked at Chiriko with suspicion.

"So Chi, what did YOU get her?" Tamahome asked.

"I got her shoes, no da. They're black... with square heels.. and...um.." Chichiri cleared his throat, not knowing what else to say about lady shoes.

Tamahome and Tasuki laughed at his embarrassment. Chichiri bopped them both with his shakujo staff.

Miaka and Hotohori suddenly entered the kitchen. "We're back," Miaka smiled at the other four.

"Welcome back - WE MISSED YOU!"

"Thanks," Hotohori said, deeply moved.

"We were talking to...Miaka..." Tasuki said sweatdropping.

"...oh."

"Where's Nuriko?" Miaka asked.

"He's the only one who was brave enough to ask the Seiryuu seishi to attend the party," Chiriko bluntly stated.

"EH! BRAVE ENOUGH? WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Tasuki, Chichiri, Hotohori and Tamahome gave him threatening glares as he backed away towards Miaka. In the midst of all this, Mitsukake walked in the room without a shirt on and once everyone noticed, they screamed. The screaming went on as he walked over to the fridge and pulled out the milk. He proceeded to drink it in front of them, right from the carton.

They all immediately said, "Ewwwww." And then they started screaming again. Mitsukake looked at them all with a blank expression. He put the milk back and closed the fridge door.

Mitsukake blinked as the other six still screamed. At last, he shook his head and said, "STOP that!" They all shut up and stared silently.

"Where's your shirt, Mits?" Chichiri dared to ask. Mitsukake chuckled and held up his arms to flex.

"I don't need one. I want to show the world my ... muscles."

"Who's looking?" Tasuki mumbled under his breath. He was then pounded over the head with his own fan by Chiriko.

"I wouldn't get all snotty with YOU guys if any of YOU felt like taking your shirts off," he complained. Everyone's eyes awkwardly drifted towards Miaka. She sweatdropped.

"Oh... well, she's the exception…" he finished. Tamahome couldn't help but laugh and Miaka smacked his arm.

"Alright, everyone, back to the birthday party setup," Hotohori said, "Wonder if Nuriko had any trouble convincing the Seiryuu seishi to join us."


Meaaaanwhiiiiile on a bustling street in Tokyo…

"AAAAGGGGHHHHH, DON'T HURT ME!" Tomo squealed, pushing his way through crowds as Nuriko chased him around with a boulder.

"GO TO MIAKA'S BIRTHDAY, YOU! AND BRING YOUR SEIRYUU COMRADES AND LADY YUI TOO! IF YOU DON'T, THIS BOULDER'LL BE THE LAST THING YOU SEE THE NEXT TIME YOU CRAWL INTO BED TO SLEEP!" Nuriko threatened. Tomo whimpered and ran away as fast as he could to deliver the message. Nuriko stopped the chase and dropped the boulder.

"Ah," he sighed. "That was easy." However, an alarm went off then. He had accidentally dropped the boulder onto someone's car.

"Oops…" Nuriko whistled innocently. He pretended nothing happened as people walked by, all of them staring. He smiled until they passed him and then he made a run for it.


Aaaaanyway…

Hotohori shrugged and said, "Oh, here, Miaka. The thing you bought at Is Satan."

Miaka giggled and took the bag from Hotohori's hand, "It's Isetan, Hotohori." He laughed, blushing.

"I see…"

The doorbell rang, distracting everyone's attention. Miaka answered at the door, finding Tetsuya and Keisuke just outside. "Hey!" Miaka smiled and hugged both of them.

"Back from buying you birthday presents, Miaka," Keiske said, handing her two wrapped gifts. The wrapping paper was pale blue with silver stars all over it.

Miaka placed the gifts on the kitchen counter and thanked her brother and his friend. Tetsuya walked out into the living room but returned almost immediately, having witnessed Mitsukake's fitness explorations. "W-w-what is your seishi, Mitsukake doing?" he asked, looking even more disturbed when Miaka shrugged.

"Yoga, perhaps. It's all the rage these days," Chiriko said, popping up beside Tetsuya who then screamed in surprise.

"Think Nuriko is having any luck?" Miaka asked Tamahome.

Tamahome imagined Nuriko beating up the Seiryuu seishi if they decided they wouldn't come. "Most likely."

Tasuki and Chichiri were playing video games upstairs; Chichiri was winning. Everyone could tell from Tasuki cursing.

Again, the doorbell rang and everyone froze. "It's probably Nuriko," Tamahome said. So Miaka slowly approached the door with Tamahome and opened it just a crack. Tamahome screamed and jolted back when he saw two big violet eyes staring back at him. Miaka giggled and opened the door. Nuriko jumped at Miaka, hugging her as he exclaimed, "I caught 'em all." Hotohori, Tetsuya, Keisuke, Tamahome and Miaka looked behind Nuriko to see a big net full of glowering Seiryuu seishi. They sweatdropped. Yui stepped around Nuriko to offer a present to Miaka. Miaka glomped her best friend and thanked her, inviting the Seiryuu seishi to come in.

So everyone slowly got settled, ready for the party to begin...

:More to come…:

A/N quick note: Hey. I came back like... four years after publishing this story and saw that a lot of people liked it. So I'm going through it, editing all my awful spelling errors and the like... and hopefully I'll post the rest of this soon even though it's been so long. Sorry, sorry.

A/N note as of 5/2015 - I am in the proces of revising this mess of a story. I don't know if any of the former readers will find this update, but I apologize for how insanely messy this piece was. Lots of grammatical and cultural errors - and plot holes! I'll try to fix this up and finish it so you can all finally discover who the birthday crashers were. ;)