I've been reading a lot of Fushigi Yûgi fan fics, so I decided it was
probably time for me to write one. This one has absolutely no timeline or
any sort of relevance to the actual story. It makes very little sense and
may or may not actually be funny, but here it is. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm obviously not Watase-san, so none of the FY characters belong to me. Everything else is MINE!
CHAPTER 1: IN WHICH TASUKI LOSES HIS LUNCH
As the plane dipped sideways, turning and dropping lower towards the bright tropical sea, Tasuki clutched an air sickness bag and desperately tried to avoid looking out any of the windows.
"Aw hell, I think I'm gonna hurl!" he groaned.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Tasuki," smirked Tamahome from across the aisle. "Just try not to think about the motion of the plane, the sudden drops as the plane plummets hundreds of feet towards the waves...."
"I'll bash yer head in ya punk!" the fiery red head managed to burst out before losing his lunch.
"Oh for Suzaku's sake, must you all act like children no da?" cried an exasperated Chichiri. His vacation had barely started, and already he was getting a headache. "Mitsukake, can't you do something for him no da?"
The healer shook his head, staring straight ahead and concentrating on his breathing.
Chiriko peeked through the seats. "Mitsukake's looking a little green himself, I think. Did you know air sickness is the most common form of motion sickness?"
Finally the airplane touched down at the Honolulu International Airport. Miaka and Tamahome were the first off the plane.
"That flight was exhausting! When do we eat?" exclaimed the Priestess of Suzaku.
Tamahome smiled fondly down at her. "Ah, Miaka. You never change."
"Wow Tamahome, can you believe we're actually on vacation in Hawaii? How romantic."
Tamahome turned and stared deep into her eyes. "Yes. The two of us. Together."
Miaka stared back. "Oh, Tamahome."
"Miaka."
"Tamahome."
"Miaka."
Nuriko picked up the love sick couple and stuffed them into an obliging trash can. "Those two never shut up," he sighed, dusting off his hands.
"Oh, thank Suzaku we're off that horrible plane!" exclaimed Hotohori with a long face. "The air was drying out our hair! And would you believe they refused to put us in first class? What a terrible experience! We're sure we must look a terrible mess. We haven't bathed since yesterday!"
Nuriko immediately latched on to the Emperor's arm. "Hotohori-sama, I assure you, you look just as gorgeous as ever. You poor darling, come with me. I'll take care of you."
Too exhausted to fight against those big lilac eyes and honey sweet voice, Hotohori allowed himself to be dragged to the baggage claim.
* * *
Ya, okay, so that wasn't all that great. But it's only the first chapter, and not much is going on. I swear to Zolac the second chapter is much better!
Disclaimer: I'm obviously not Watase-san, so none of the FY characters belong to me. Everything else is MINE!
CHAPTER 1: IN WHICH TASUKI LOSES HIS LUNCH
As the plane dipped sideways, turning and dropping lower towards the bright tropical sea, Tasuki clutched an air sickness bag and desperately tried to avoid looking out any of the windows.
"Aw hell, I think I'm gonna hurl!" he groaned.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Tasuki," smirked Tamahome from across the aisle. "Just try not to think about the motion of the plane, the sudden drops as the plane plummets hundreds of feet towards the waves...."
"I'll bash yer head in ya punk!" the fiery red head managed to burst out before losing his lunch.
"Oh for Suzaku's sake, must you all act like children no da?" cried an exasperated Chichiri. His vacation had barely started, and already he was getting a headache. "Mitsukake, can't you do something for him no da?"
The healer shook his head, staring straight ahead and concentrating on his breathing.
Chiriko peeked through the seats. "Mitsukake's looking a little green himself, I think. Did you know air sickness is the most common form of motion sickness?"
Finally the airplane touched down at the Honolulu International Airport. Miaka and Tamahome were the first off the plane.
"That flight was exhausting! When do we eat?" exclaimed the Priestess of Suzaku.
Tamahome smiled fondly down at her. "Ah, Miaka. You never change."
"Wow Tamahome, can you believe we're actually on vacation in Hawaii? How romantic."
Tamahome turned and stared deep into her eyes. "Yes. The two of us. Together."
Miaka stared back. "Oh, Tamahome."
"Miaka."
"Tamahome."
"Miaka."
Nuriko picked up the love sick couple and stuffed them into an obliging trash can. "Those two never shut up," he sighed, dusting off his hands.
"Oh, thank Suzaku we're off that horrible plane!" exclaimed Hotohori with a long face. "The air was drying out our hair! And would you believe they refused to put us in first class? What a terrible experience! We're sure we must look a terrible mess. We haven't bathed since yesterday!"
Nuriko immediately latched on to the Emperor's arm. "Hotohori-sama, I assure you, you look just as gorgeous as ever. You poor darling, come with me. I'll take care of you."
Too exhausted to fight against those big lilac eyes and honey sweet voice, Hotohori allowed himself to be dragged to the baggage claim.
* * *
Ya, okay, so that wasn't all that great. But it's only the first chapter, and not much is going on. I swear to Zolac the second chapter is much better!