Many Faces of a Friend
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Author's notes: Well... *sigh* just an idea? It sorta sprung up from my Differnt Forms idea...
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"Shhh, Houjun, stop moving!"
"How can I not no da!"
A boy with powder blue hair was fidgeting under the uncomfortable female robes is younger brother was throwing over him.
Ther names were Houjun and Ryuuen, two brothers whose parents died in the big flood. Ryuuen, the younger brother, was a vision of beauty. He had long purple hair, tied into a gently bun, wisps of hair framing his effeminate face. He was dressed in the great flowing silk robes of a woman, and he was now attempting to dress his brother in the same way.
Houjun was taller, but still lean and lightly built. The robes clung to him uncomfortably, but very effeminately. His soft, light blue hair was pulled free from its ponytail and it tumbled gently down his back. A magical mask was perched on his face, covering a hideous scar across his right eye. A mask that smiled or frowned in a teasing manner, or blushed as a joke... it never showed his true emotions.
Ryuuen tied a sash around his brother's waist for an added effect. "You're not going to be as pretty as myself, but... you're cute anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean na no da?"
"That I'm obviously far more beautiful than you."
Houjun sighed, no willing to argue with his powerful younger brother. Yes, that's right, as soft, gentle and delicate as Ryuuen looked, he possesed an almost inhuman strength. He, on the other hand, possesed the ability to use magic... but that was from a lifetime better left unmentioned. "Well, at least this confirms the fact that the Prince Hotohori will pick you," he said slowly.
"Not unless he figures out I'm a man."
"Which will happen to me easily."
Ryuuen poked his brother on the nose. "You know, you should make that mask more effeminate..."
Houjun waved his hand away and retorted, "You know very well that I can't."
The younger boy wasn't paying attention anymore. He was already trudging out of their small dirt hut towards the palace. The two had a deal, they would abandon the life their parents gave them and attempt to offer themselves as women for the princes. As children they lived as slaves, subjects under the emperor's thumb. They worked in the fields, until a revolution occured, and he let them go. Unfortunately it didn't improve their living conditions. Finally, young girls were sold to the palace as part of the princes' harem, and young boys were expected to labor in the streets. It was the unwritten code of life. However, Ryuuen found in their parents' secret stash, a note that mentioned that they had sold their children to the emperor when Houjun was barely 10 years old(or 2 in Ryuuen's case). Unfortunately, they were sold as girls.
"I don't see why we're doing this no da," Houjun called after his brother.
"Our parents made it so, and so we shall... but if you didn't come back, I wouldn't have to deal with a complaining elder brother," Ryuuen retorted.
A silence passed between them on their journey to the palace. Neither had anything to say to the other. Not out of spite, but just because. They neared the gate and caught the attention of the twin gaurds. However, neither brother was afraid or worried, on the contrary... Amiboshi and Suboshi were actually their friends.
"Houjun!"
"Ryuuen!"
"Amiboshi!"
"Suboshi!"
The four exchanged greetings... and that was when the twins noticed their friends' garments. "Guys..." Suboshi said slowly observing their outfits.
Ryuuen blushed and gestured to his clothes. "Aren't I beautiful?"
Houjun was very happy to have on his mask right now, if he didn't, they would have seen that his face was very red and very embarrased. Instead his mask was blushing jokingly, the fox-eyes smiling happily. "We're no longer Houjun and Ryuuen no da. You may now call us Nuriko and Chichiri na no da," he said his voice high.
"Why?" Suboshi pursued. His elder twin, Amiboshi, sighed and shook his head at his brother's forewardness.
Ryuuen pulled the old, signed peice of paper from his sleeve and cried, "Take a look at THIS!"
The twin gaurds poured over the "ancient" parchement for a moment and they looked up at their dear friends, expressions of shock written on their faces. "Guys... I mean.. girls... I mean," Suboshi fumbled over his words in confusion.
Amiboshi smacked his brother over the head and opened the gates. "I suppose, I have to lead you in now Miss Chichiri, Miss Nuriko. The emperor probably doesn't remember, so you better be prepared," he said calmly and started off toward the palace.
"Hey! Brother! Guys! Wait for me!" Suboshi cried as his friends left him behind.
"A Miss Chichiri and a Miss Nuriko here to see you Emperor Nakago," Amiboshi and Suboshi said bowing as soon as they entered his presence.
The blond emperor stared at them with ice blue eyes before standing up and approaching them. "So, more women for my sons? Do I know of this?" he asked slowly.
"They bare a parchment signed by you, Highness, from many years ago-14 if my memory serves correct," Amiboshi said, still staring at the floor in respect.
The two twins parted as the emperor came close enough, and they followed always 10 steps behind.
~*~
"Remember, just don't try to talk too much," Nuriko whispered into his brother's ear, knowing well enough that Chichiri had a problem with his voice. He could get it up high, but he still sounded like a boy.
"Right no da."
The large gilded doors opened, and they pressed their heads against the floor, having already been sitting on the floor. The emperor and the elder prince made no motion to come closer, so they had no need to kiss their feet. Chichiri did notice that the younger prince was missing, the prince Tasuki.
"So, you have a signed parchment?" Nakago asked.
Nuriko searched his robe and pulled out the peice of paper. He rose, his head still bowed and presented it to him, before falling to the ground and kissing their robes. He backed off and returnted to his spot.
Chichiri and Nuriko heard distinct sounds of chatter between the two members of royalty. Suddenly, from the prince, they heard, "Stand up ladies."
The two brothers stood up, their heads still bowed, but Nuriko still managed to get a good look at the elder prince, he was tall, with a beautiful face and brown hair let loose around it, framing it just so. He had an air of arrogance and narssicisim, but he liked him anyway. 'He's as beautiful as myself!' he thought happily, estatic to be able to see the prince for the first time.
Hotohori cleared his throat and the two looked up for a brief moment. There was a moment of silence and finally he said, "I believe the younger one is more appropriate. She's nearly as beautiful as myself... and Houki."
Nuriko looked up at that and she bowed at his feet. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted up slightly. "Don't bow, you'll be treated as a princess from now on, that is... until I find my princess," the prince said slowly.
"And my sister?" he asked, pointing to Chichiri.
"She will be for my younger brother, Tasuki."
Nakago clapped his hands and a female servant appeared, not quite as well dressed as the two brothers. She bowed deeply and made a gesture for the new "women" to follow her.
Nuriko clasped Chichiri's hand as the started down the long hallways. "Isn't this fantastic? I've been picked by Hotohori!" he squealed.
Chichiri was silent.
"Eh... elder sister? What's wrong?"
He stared at her.
"Well.. you are my SISter afterall," Nuriko hissed.
"Right no da."
"Come on, talk to me!"
"I was hoping Tasuki would be there na no da... I was hoping maybe I'd be rejected by both no da and I could leave no da. At least you'd be safe no da," Chichiri said slowly.
His younger brother stared at him in disbelief. "You're kidding me. You'd give up all this... just so you can go off alone?"
He nodded.
Nuriko wrapped his thin arms around his taller brother. "Chichiri, don't leave, please don't... I like it here, and I want you with me," he whispered. "Besides," he added quickly, "didn't you tell me once that you admire Prince Tasuki?"
"Yes no da. That's because he's not very princely na no da."
"So...?"
"But I'm not gay like you no da."
Nuriko blinked and scowled. "Meanie!"
"The maidens' parlor," the servant said and gestured to the large room, the doors open to the hall. Inside were at least 14 women, seven on each side of the room. "Miss Nuriko will enter through the east door, and Miss Chichiri will enter through the west. There you will join the women of your standing." With that the servant glided away.
The two brothers exchanged a look, and took a deep breath. They were descending into an area neither knew much about... a world of all women. As the servant said they entered through the differnt doors, and into their new lives. It turned out that the women seated in the west belonged to Tasuki, and those on the east belonged to Hotohori. Although they able to mingle, the women were required to stay in their respective sides during crucial moments, like when the princes were around or when a new girl were to join the ranks.
Nuriko looked around in bewilderment. Suddenly a girl with red-brown hair appeared next to him. She had a big smile on her face, and she bowed gently. "My name is Miaka... I'm of the east, although I'm hoping the prince will get married soon, so that I may be with Tamahome."
"Tamahome?"
She leaned in and whispered, "I'm already engaged... but I was sold here to make money for the family. I just gotta sit this out. It's not like the prince makes alot of advances on us. He pretty much stays away, same with Prince Tasuki."
As the other women introduced themselves to Nuriko, he noticed a picture on the wall of a woman that looked alot like himself. "Who's that?" he asked pointing.
"Oh, that's Princess Houki. She was actually Hotohori's wife for a small while, but she died from a terrible illness. She was one of us before, so we decided to make a small shrine for her," one of the women said.
"Oh..."
~*~
"N-n-n- Chichiri na no da," he stuttered as the girl's crowded around him.
"My name is Yui, and trust me, none of us want to be here, like you. We're all rejects from the prince Hotohori. So you don't have to be nervous," a girl with blonde hair said.
"She's telling the truth," another girl said, who barely seemed to be 8 years old.
"Who are you na no da?" Chichiri found himself asking.
"Chiriko! And don't be fooled by my appearance, I'm actually 13 years old," she said with a smile.
"Wait no da, so you're all rejects na no da?"
The women around him nodded. "What's the point?" one said, "he never pays any attention to us. Only to acknowledge our existance, he comes and waves. That's really it. People say he really hates women."
Again the women nodded. Chichiri sighed and settled down into one of the chairs, as the women around him told him the warnings: "Don't be too loud", "Don't talk to him", "Try to suck up to Prince Hotohori, the cutie" and others that supported the elder prince and ignored the younger. They barely even mentioned his name, and he was relieved that none of the girls asked about his facial expression.
Nuriko waved from across the room. "Chichiri!! Isn't this great!?" he called.
Chichiri shrugged, and the women suddenly became very quiet. There were definately sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway. Suddenly, appearing in the west door was the younger prince. He wasn't dressed in royal robes, instead he was wearing a long black and blue coat, with a pair of beads hung around his neck. Hanging from his ears were two long crystals, and he bore a fanged expression. His mouth was slightly parted into a half-smirk, and two elongated canines were visible. Chichiri couldn't help but stare at him. He didn't have the elegant air of a prince, but he certainly seemed proud enough. Tasuki had a mess of firey orange hair and amber eyes to match. Suddenly he saw those eyes zoom in on him. He felt his face burn, and he was glad the mask didn't respond to that as well. Instead he made it's mouth smaller, not such a wide smile and he waited to see what would happen.
"I see that my brother has a new woman," the prince said and glanced quickly at Nuriko. "Very lovely, and let me guess... that blue haired girl with the happy face is the reject, right?" The words that came from his mouth were almost spiteful.
"I'm not a reject no da," Chichiri found himself saying, "I don't want to be with Hotohori anyway."
Tasuki stared at him in shock. "Excuse me?" he asked slowly.
"I said no da, I am not a reject na no da," Chichiri repeated slowly, making sure his voice was still high, which he found came more easily with the help of the mask.
Again the younger prince stared at him. Girls from both sides where whispering excitedly. Suddenly Tasuki cleared his throat and the room went silent once more. "I'd like to see you alone please," he said.
Chichiri blinked. "Me... no da?"
Nuriko groaned.
Tasuki nodded, and the other girls gave whispers of sympathy and watched as he walked off with the prince. "Yer obviously differnt," Tasuki said as they started down the hallway. Chichiri was taken aback by his sudden informality. "Yer not like the other girls. No offense er nuthin' but I don't really like girls."
"None taken no da."
"I dunno, but... yer the first one of those girls that wasn't rejected by my elder brother. I guess, I can tell ya stuff. Do ya mind?"
Chichiri shook his head, deciding now would be a good time to keep quiet. "Hey, that's good," the younger prince said with a smile, "so, I guess you can be my personal friend? I mean... I don't really got any... cuz my ol' man doesn't really let me go out."
He stared at him in bewilderment through the mask, while it smiled happily. "Uh..."
"And what is up with yer face? Are ya always happy?"
"Alright no da!" Chichiri said ignoring the question, "I'll be your personal friend na no da!"
"But--"
It was too late, the mask was smiling, and behind it Chichiri was stifling a laugh. He skipped away in a rather ungirly manner and disappeared around the corner. Tasuki blinked and shrugged. He would have followed his new friend, but it wasn't worth seeing all those stupid women again.
~*~
author's note: probably not something I'll continue, but I wanted to get the idea down. Maybe if I get the time.. or enough praises(hint hint) I'll start working on the other chapters... since I DO have an idea for this. *shrug* Review please! ^____^
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Author's notes: Well... *sigh* just an idea? It sorta sprung up from my Differnt Forms idea...
***
"Shhh, Houjun, stop moving!"
"How can I not no da!"
A boy with powder blue hair was fidgeting under the uncomfortable female robes is younger brother was throwing over him.
Ther names were Houjun and Ryuuen, two brothers whose parents died in the big flood. Ryuuen, the younger brother, was a vision of beauty. He had long purple hair, tied into a gently bun, wisps of hair framing his effeminate face. He was dressed in the great flowing silk robes of a woman, and he was now attempting to dress his brother in the same way.
Houjun was taller, but still lean and lightly built. The robes clung to him uncomfortably, but very effeminately. His soft, light blue hair was pulled free from its ponytail and it tumbled gently down his back. A magical mask was perched on his face, covering a hideous scar across his right eye. A mask that smiled or frowned in a teasing manner, or blushed as a joke... it never showed his true emotions.
Ryuuen tied a sash around his brother's waist for an added effect. "You're not going to be as pretty as myself, but... you're cute anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean na no da?"
"That I'm obviously far more beautiful than you."
Houjun sighed, no willing to argue with his powerful younger brother. Yes, that's right, as soft, gentle and delicate as Ryuuen looked, he possesed an almost inhuman strength. He, on the other hand, possesed the ability to use magic... but that was from a lifetime better left unmentioned. "Well, at least this confirms the fact that the Prince Hotohori will pick you," he said slowly.
"Not unless he figures out I'm a man."
"Which will happen to me easily."
Ryuuen poked his brother on the nose. "You know, you should make that mask more effeminate..."
Houjun waved his hand away and retorted, "You know very well that I can't."
The younger boy wasn't paying attention anymore. He was already trudging out of their small dirt hut towards the palace. The two had a deal, they would abandon the life their parents gave them and attempt to offer themselves as women for the princes. As children they lived as slaves, subjects under the emperor's thumb. They worked in the fields, until a revolution occured, and he let them go. Unfortunately it didn't improve their living conditions. Finally, young girls were sold to the palace as part of the princes' harem, and young boys were expected to labor in the streets. It was the unwritten code of life. However, Ryuuen found in their parents' secret stash, a note that mentioned that they had sold their children to the emperor when Houjun was barely 10 years old(or 2 in Ryuuen's case). Unfortunately, they were sold as girls.
"I don't see why we're doing this no da," Houjun called after his brother.
"Our parents made it so, and so we shall... but if you didn't come back, I wouldn't have to deal with a complaining elder brother," Ryuuen retorted.
A silence passed between them on their journey to the palace. Neither had anything to say to the other. Not out of spite, but just because. They neared the gate and caught the attention of the twin gaurds. However, neither brother was afraid or worried, on the contrary... Amiboshi and Suboshi were actually their friends.
"Houjun!"
"Ryuuen!"
"Amiboshi!"
"Suboshi!"
The four exchanged greetings... and that was when the twins noticed their friends' garments. "Guys..." Suboshi said slowly observing their outfits.
Ryuuen blushed and gestured to his clothes. "Aren't I beautiful?"
Houjun was very happy to have on his mask right now, if he didn't, they would have seen that his face was very red and very embarrased. Instead his mask was blushing jokingly, the fox-eyes smiling happily. "We're no longer Houjun and Ryuuen no da. You may now call us Nuriko and Chichiri na no da," he said his voice high.
"Why?" Suboshi pursued. His elder twin, Amiboshi, sighed and shook his head at his brother's forewardness.
Ryuuen pulled the old, signed peice of paper from his sleeve and cried, "Take a look at THIS!"
The twin gaurds poured over the "ancient" parchement for a moment and they looked up at their dear friends, expressions of shock written on their faces. "Guys... I mean.. girls... I mean," Suboshi fumbled over his words in confusion.
Amiboshi smacked his brother over the head and opened the gates. "I suppose, I have to lead you in now Miss Chichiri, Miss Nuriko. The emperor probably doesn't remember, so you better be prepared," he said calmly and started off toward the palace.
"Hey! Brother! Guys! Wait for me!" Suboshi cried as his friends left him behind.
"A Miss Chichiri and a Miss Nuriko here to see you Emperor Nakago," Amiboshi and Suboshi said bowing as soon as they entered his presence.
The blond emperor stared at them with ice blue eyes before standing up and approaching them. "So, more women for my sons? Do I know of this?" he asked slowly.
"They bare a parchment signed by you, Highness, from many years ago-14 if my memory serves correct," Amiboshi said, still staring at the floor in respect.
The two twins parted as the emperor came close enough, and they followed always 10 steps behind.
~*~
"Remember, just don't try to talk too much," Nuriko whispered into his brother's ear, knowing well enough that Chichiri had a problem with his voice. He could get it up high, but he still sounded like a boy.
"Right no da."
The large gilded doors opened, and they pressed their heads against the floor, having already been sitting on the floor. The emperor and the elder prince made no motion to come closer, so they had no need to kiss their feet. Chichiri did notice that the younger prince was missing, the prince Tasuki.
"So, you have a signed parchment?" Nakago asked.
Nuriko searched his robe and pulled out the peice of paper. He rose, his head still bowed and presented it to him, before falling to the ground and kissing their robes. He backed off and returnted to his spot.
Chichiri and Nuriko heard distinct sounds of chatter between the two members of royalty. Suddenly, from the prince, they heard, "Stand up ladies."
The two brothers stood up, their heads still bowed, but Nuriko still managed to get a good look at the elder prince, he was tall, with a beautiful face and brown hair let loose around it, framing it just so. He had an air of arrogance and narssicisim, but he liked him anyway. 'He's as beautiful as myself!' he thought happily, estatic to be able to see the prince for the first time.
Hotohori cleared his throat and the two looked up for a brief moment. There was a moment of silence and finally he said, "I believe the younger one is more appropriate. She's nearly as beautiful as myself... and Houki."
Nuriko looked up at that and she bowed at his feet. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted up slightly. "Don't bow, you'll be treated as a princess from now on, that is... until I find my princess," the prince said slowly.
"And my sister?" he asked, pointing to Chichiri.
"She will be for my younger brother, Tasuki."
Nakago clapped his hands and a female servant appeared, not quite as well dressed as the two brothers. She bowed deeply and made a gesture for the new "women" to follow her.
Nuriko clasped Chichiri's hand as the started down the long hallways. "Isn't this fantastic? I've been picked by Hotohori!" he squealed.
Chichiri was silent.
"Eh... elder sister? What's wrong?"
He stared at her.
"Well.. you are my SISter afterall," Nuriko hissed.
"Right no da."
"Come on, talk to me!"
"I was hoping Tasuki would be there na no da... I was hoping maybe I'd be rejected by both no da and I could leave no da. At least you'd be safe no da," Chichiri said slowly.
His younger brother stared at him in disbelief. "You're kidding me. You'd give up all this... just so you can go off alone?"
He nodded.
Nuriko wrapped his thin arms around his taller brother. "Chichiri, don't leave, please don't... I like it here, and I want you with me," he whispered. "Besides," he added quickly, "didn't you tell me once that you admire Prince Tasuki?"
"Yes no da. That's because he's not very princely na no da."
"So...?"
"But I'm not gay like you no da."
Nuriko blinked and scowled. "Meanie!"
"The maidens' parlor," the servant said and gestured to the large room, the doors open to the hall. Inside were at least 14 women, seven on each side of the room. "Miss Nuriko will enter through the east door, and Miss Chichiri will enter through the west. There you will join the women of your standing." With that the servant glided away.
The two brothers exchanged a look, and took a deep breath. They were descending into an area neither knew much about... a world of all women. As the servant said they entered through the differnt doors, and into their new lives. It turned out that the women seated in the west belonged to Tasuki, and those on the east belonged to Hotohori. Although they able to mingle, the women were required to stay in their respective sides during crucial moments, like when the princes were around or when a new girl were to join the ranks.
Nuriko looked around in bewilderment. Suddenly a girl with red-brown hair appeared next to him. She had a big smile on her face, and she bowed gently. "My name is Miaka... I'm of the east, although I'm hoping the prince will get married soon, so that I may be with Tamahome."
"Tamahome?"
She leaned in and whispered, "I'm already engaged... but I was sold here to make money for the family. I just gotta sit this out. It's not like the prince makes alot of advances on us. He pretty much stays away, same with Prince Tasuki."
As the other women introduced themselves to Nuriko, he noticed a picture on the wall of a woman that looked alot like himself. "Who's that?" he asked pointing.
"Oh, that's Princess Houki. She was actually Hotohori's wife for a small while, but she died from a terrible illness. She was one of us before, so we decided to make a small shrine for her," one of the women said.
"Oh..."
~*~
"N-n-n- Chichiri na no da," he stuttered as the girl's crowded around him.
"My name is Yui, and trust me, none of us want to be here, like you. We're all rejects from the prince Hotohori. So you don't have to be nervous," a girl with blonde hair said.
"She's telling the truth," another girl said, who barely seemed to be 8 years old.
"Who are you na no da?" Chichiri found himself asking.
"Chiriko! And don't be fooled by my appearance, I'm actually 13 years old," she said with a smile.
"Wait no da, so you're all rejects na no da?"
The women around him nodded. "What's the point?" one said, "he never pays any attention to us. Only to acknowledge our existance, he comes and waves. That's really it. People say he really hates women."
Again the women nodded. Chichiri sighed and settled down into one of the chairs, as the women around him told him the warnings: "Don't be too loud", "Don't talk to him", "Try to suck up to Prince Hotohori, the cutie" and others that supported the elder prince and ignored the younger. They barely even mentioned his name, and he was relieved that none of the girls asked about his facial expression.
Nuriko waved from across the room. "Chichiri!! Isn't this great!?" he called.
Chichiri shrugged, and the women suddenly became very quiet. There were definately sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway. Suddenly, appearing in the west door was the younger prince. He wasn't dressed in royal robes, instead he was wearing a long black and blue coat, with a pair of beads hung around his neck. Hanging from his ears were two long crystals, and he bore a fanged expression. His mouth was slightly parted into a half-smirk, and two elongated canines were visible. Chichiri couldn't help but stare at him. He didn't have the elegant air of a prince, but he certainly seemed proud enough. Tasuki had a mess of firey orange hair and amber eyes to match. Suddenly he saw those eyes zoom in on him. He felt his face burn, and he was glad the mask didn't respond to that as well. Instead he made it's mouth smaller, not such a wide smile and he waited to see what would happen.
"I see that my brother has a new woman," the prince said and glanced quickly at Nuriko. "Very lovely, and let me guess... that blue haired girl with the happy face is the reject, right?" The words that came from his mouth were almost spiteful.
"I'm not a reject no da," Chichiri found himself saying, "I don't want to be with Hotohori anyway."
Tasuki stared at him in shock. "Excuse me?" he asked slowly.
"I said no da, I am not a reject na no da," Chichiri repeated slowly, making sure his voice was still high, which he found came more easily with the help of the mask.
Again the younger prince stared at him. Girls from both sides where whispering excitedly. Suddenly Tasuki cleared his throat and the room went silent once more. "I'd like to see you alone please," he said.
Chichiri blinked. "Me... no da?"
Nuriko groaned.
Tasuki nodded, and the other girls gave whispers of sympathy and watched as he walked off with the prince. "Yer obviously differnt," Tasuki said as they started down the hallway. Chichiri was taken aback by his sudden informality. "Yer not like the other girls. No offense er nuthin' but I don't really like girls."
"None taken no da."
"I dunno, but... yer the first one of those girls that wasn't rejected by my elder brother. I guess, I can tell ya stuff. Do ya mind?"
Chichiri shook his head, deciding now would be a good time to keep quiet. "Hey, that's good," the younger prince said with a smile, "so, I guess you can be my personal friend? I mean... I don't really got any... cuz my ol' man doesn't really let me go out."
He stared at him in bewilderment through the mask, while it smiled happily. "Uh..."
"And what is up with yer face? Are ya always happy?"
"Alright no da!" Chichiri said ignoring the question, "I'll be your personal friend na no da!"
"But--"
It was too late, the mask was smiling, and behind it Chichiri was stifling a laugh. He skipped away in a rather ungirly manner and disappeared around the corner. Tasuki blinked and shrugged. He would have followed his new friend, but it wasn't worth seeing all those stupid women again.
~*~
author's note: probably not something I'll continue, but I wanted to get the idea down. Maybe if I get the time.. or enough praises(hint hint) I'll start working on the other chapters... since I DO have an idea for this. *shrug* Review please! ^____^