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Fushigi Yuugi: The Saga Continues.
Chapter 1- Morning Mayhem
A.N.: This is way after the end of the series (even though I haven't seen it yet) and Miaka is back in the book.
All was quiet around the palace, until two early birds decided to break the peace.
"Miaka! How can I make breakfast if you keep eating it all!?"
"I'm sorry! I can't help my appetite!"
"APPETITE! That's what you call an appetite!? I call it a plague! If you can't help in the kitchen without devouring everything in sight, out you go!"
"Come on Nuriko! That's not fair!"
"Fair!? Do you think it's fair if every meal I make, I have to redo half because you eat it?!? No!!"
"I'll help. I promise."
Nuriko set down the cutting knife and faced Miaka, who was wearing a pouty face. "Well, ok." Nuriko sighed.
"Yippee!!" Miaka yelled.
"Now that wasn't fair. You know I can't resist the pout." Nuriko huffed.
"I know. That's why I use it." Miaka beamed. "So can I have just one little itty bitty slice of bread?" Miaka asked.
"No!" Nuriko yelled.
"Please?!?"
"NO!!!"
"Morning, no da." Chichiri yawned, walking into the kitchen on the ceiling. The other two turned to face his upside-down self.
"AAAIIIEEEEEE!!!!" The two screamed.
Chichiri flipped down to the floor, grabbed an apple and took a huge bite. "Mmm, good apple."
"ARG! Chichiri not you, too!" Nuriko hollered, clenching his first.
"N-no d-d-da?" Chichiri stuttered, backing up as he felt Nuriko's chi flare. He went SD and scurried out of the kitchen as fast as his tiny legs could carry him.
"Chichiri, GET BACK HERE! I can still use half of that apple!"
Fushigi Yuugi: The Saga Continues.
Chapter 1- Morning Mayhem
A.N.: This is way after the end of the series (even though I haven't seen it yet) and Miaka is back in the book.
All was quiet around the palace, until two early birds decided to break the peace.
"Miaka! How can I make breakfast if you keep eating it all!?"
"I'm sorry! I can't help my appetite!"
"APPETITE! That's what you call an appetite!? I call it a plague! If you can't help in the kitchen without devouring everything in sight, out you go!"
"Come on Nuriko! That's not fair!"
"Fair!? Do you think it's fair if every meal I make, I have to redo half because you eat it?!? No!!"
"I'll help. I promise."
Nuriko set down the cutting knife and faced Miaka, who was wearing a pouty face. "Well, ok." Nuriko sighed.
"Yippee!!" Miaka yelled.
"Now that wasn't fair. You know I can't resist the pout." Nuriko huffed.
"I know. That's why I use it." Miaka beamed. "So can I have just one little itty bitty slice of bread?" Miaka asked.
"No!" Nuriko yelled.
"Please?!?"
"NO!!!"
"Morning, no da." Chichiri yawned, walking into the kitchen on the ceiling. The other two turned to face his upside-down self.
"AAAIIIEEEEEE!!!!" The two screamed.
Chichiri flipped down to the floor, grabbed an apple and took a huge bite. "Mmm, good apple."
"ARG! Chichiri not you, too!" Nuriko hollered, clenching his first.
"N-no d-d-da?" Chichiri stuttered, backing up as he felt Nuriko's chi flare. He went SD and scurried out of the kitchen as fast as his tiny legs could carry him.
"Chichiri, GET BACK HERE! I can still use half of that apple!"