Lord Hotohori rode down the generic dusty path with the forest scenery around it. He was mounted atop his most trusted steed, making him look more dignified and important (The handsome part is a standard trait for any bishounen in a shojo series.). He glanced back behind him at his companion as well as good friend Sir Tamahome, the not-so-bishie when compared to Lord Hotohori. He rode some distance behind him, on a horse that looked like it was just about ready for the glue factory. All of their belongings and supplies, as well as Lord Hotohori's hair products (for the bishounen shine) were all packed onto the worn horse as well as piled in Sir Tamahome's arms, making it a challenge for him to see anything, much less where they were going.

"Uh... tell me again Lord... why am I carrying all of our bags?" Sir Tamahome spoke sounding somewhat annoyed when he caught a glance of his friends' horse completely bare.

Lord Hotohori blinked in confusion. "You wouldn't want me, your Lord to hurt himself by carrying so many un-necessary... trinkets would you?"

"May I remind you that most of these are YOUR trinkets!"? Reminded Sir Tamahome. "Just because you're one of the cute men in the original series that all the girls seem to swoon and fall head-over-heals for doesn't mean that you can't carry your own weight! I'm a bishounen too!!"

Hotohori shook his head and turned to look ahead of himself again. "Please Tamahome... can you not think of yourself for a minute. We came on this trip in the first place to save Princess Nuriko. Don't you remember? The one that our evil friend Wizard Nakago kidnapped and now has her held captive in the Kingdom of Kutou. If anything Sir Tamahome... do this for her."

Tamahome let out a sigh. "Don't you ever get old of doing the same old thing day after day? I mean, this whole 'Kidnap-The-Princess-And-Lock-Her- In-A-Tower-Until-Her-Prince-Comes-To-Save-Her gets old after awhile. I mean really, you would think you could give Nakago a little more credit than that."

Lord Hotohori shrugged. "What can you expect? Things like this are a big hit with the girls these days." He smiled, flipping his hair back over his shoulder and winked to his friend.

Tamahome smacked the palm of his hand into his forehead. "I really wish he would stop doing that... So... anyways, what do you think this Princess will be like?" Tamahome asked quickly to change the subject.

Hotohori blinked, than thought for a moment before answering. "That's an easy one my dear friend. She would be just like me of course!" He paused for a moment than sweat-dropped. "Err... well, I mean she would most definitely have a chest... and um... you know... other things that aren't exactly like me..." He laughed nervously. "...However beauty-wise she could never compete to me. For we all know I'm the most beautiful bishounen to ever be created!" He glanced down at his extended fingers; slowly putting one down for each thing he had said. Eventually he ran out of fingers. "Well... alright. So maybe she wont be anything like me than..."

Sir Tamahome hung his head and sweat-dropped.