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A/N: You know how much I always beg for reviews. Please send this desperate fanfic author some reviews people! It would brighten my day!!!!!
P.S. Thank you to all the people who did review!!! My ego is inflating rapidly!!!! Please do it again!! Urgh.. I mean REVIEW again not. I've been spending too much time around myself.
One on One Chapter Three
"Hotohori? Hotohori!" Nuriko caught him as he slumped forward, the blanket slipping from around his slim shoulders. He paid it no mind as he pushed the emperor into a sitting position, his hands still on his shoulders.
"Hotohori, what's wrong? What happened?" He questioned as he shook Hotohori's limp form, gently. His head simply lolled from side to side and Nuriko began to panic. Nuriko put one hand on each of their foreheads to compare temperatures. Both of them seemed to be burning up, but Hotohori was being consumed by much more eager flames. What do I do? What do I do?, he thought frantically.
First I need to calm down. It won't help anyone to panic. Or to continue panicking, at least. I was in this same situation about an hour or two ago and now I'm pretty much okay. I need to. get him out of wet clothes. He blushed furiously as he looked down at Hotohori, whom he was STILL holding upright.
He hesitated, picturing how Hotohori would react to waking up naked. A prick of fear stabbed into his heart. He would never understand. He would think that I. But his life is in danger. There's no room for modesty!
Feeling more resolute, Nuriko began checking the emperor's clothes, as Hotohori himself had done earlier. He found the same thing that Hotohori had: only his pants would need to be removed, so he wouldn't have to undress him completely.
Nuriko laid Hotohori on his back with the blanket spread out beneath him, ignoring his own nakedness for now. With shaking hands, he pulled up the emperor's long tunic, after unwinding it from his belt, revealing Hotohori's toned abs. Argh! Don't think about that! His life is on the line, this is no time to be looking him over! He hastily removed his fellow seishi's pants, keeping his mind deliberately blank. After he was done he practically threw the blanket around Hotohori and turned away from him.
He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to relax. I had no idea how tense I was. Man that was stressful! I hope I never have to do that again. He turned to look at Hotohori, Nuriko's pained look softening immediately. Never mind. If I had to do it again to save his life, I would. I would do anything for him.
After the thought faded from his mind he came to a realization that, under the circumstances, shouldn't have taken him that long to come to. It is Really, REALLY COLD!
Shortly after that he came to another realization. I'm still naked and have absolutely no way to cover myself.
Then came yet another realization. I really need a fire. The realizations ended there as he turned back to the hole he had been digging and set to work with all his strength.
For the next half hour he pulled and dug, pulled and dug, slowly building up the pile of roots. When it looked like he had enough for a small fire that could, with prudence, last for about 6 hours or so, he allowed himself to stop, pick the dirt out of his nails, and start to set up the fire. He put down some small pieces to start things up, wishing he had some dry leaves or paper to help it catch more quickly. Smoke would also be a problem, he thought.
With an annoyed sound from the back of his throat, Nuriko picked up the beginnings of the fire and moved the haphazard pile closer to the entrance. He realized that he didn't know where Hotohori's flint and tinder were, or if he had even brought them. He ignored propriety yet again as he went through Hotohori's bag, although it was empty except for the flint ans tinder so all he really did was reach in and remove them.
Relief washed over him as the fire's warm glow soon filled the small cave. Finally a little luck. And warmth.
Despite the warmth every single hair on his body stood on end, each one accompanied by a small goosebump. His skin stung where the fire's heat touched it but he forced himself to stay close to it, turning occasionally like a rotisserie chicken in slow motion. The air was so cold it made him cough several times. It soon became apparent that sitting in front of the meager fire naked was only going to worsen his fevered condition. The blanket is the only way I guess.
The blanket. The blanket that Hotohori now occupied. While being half- naked. While HE was COMPLETELY naked. This will NOT go over well. But. I can explain it to him when he wakes up. I'll make sure he understands that it was for survival only. It's not like he's a close-minded kind of person, anyway. He'll understand. Nuriko remembered how Hotohori had been holding him when he first woke up, which had no doubt warmed him considerably, and was even more positive that his fellow seishi would understand the situation.
He dragged the blanket and its occupant closer to the fire and, keeping in as much heat as possible, climbed into it. He turned himself away from Hotohori so they were back-to-back and tucked the blanket around them tightly.
Though he had intended to remain vigilant until Hotohori woke up, he soon sailed off to the Land of Nod(i.e. dreamland, where the kiddies go to dream of happy things and crap.)
* * * *
Nuriko woke up several hours later feeling blissfully warm. Wondering absently why he had woken up in the first place when he was so warm and comfortable, he pulled the blankets down to his chin and looked around. It didn't take him long to realize what was wrong. The fire had gone out and the cave was being filled with an uncomfortable amount of smoke.
I should put more wood on: light it up again. But I'm so warm and comfortable. Urgh, damn! He sighed and peeled away the blanket then rose, dashed to the fire, and set to work trying to get some fresh wood to light. By the time he was done and the fire burned well, Nuriko was once again chilled to the bone. He rushed back to the blanket to finds that Hotohori had turned over in his sleep, and wrapped the blanket around himself. Aww, he's so cute.
Nuriko reluctantly pulled the blankets from Hotohori's grasp and climbed in, turning so they remained back-to-back. He'd given up trying to stay awake, so he settled down and closed his eyes, preparing for sleep. But then something completely unexpected happened:
Hotohori turned over in his sleep and wrapped his arms around Nuriko, gently but firmly. His eyes flew open, and for a moment he remained frozen like a deer in headlights. My, this is awkward. Um. I'll just move him, slowly, he thought, feeling like he had a full-body blush as he began to attempt liberation of his arm. His plan was thwarted, however, when his movement resulted in Hotohori pulling him closer and putting his face in the groove formed between Nuriko's neck and shoulder. Urgh. This isn't going to work, is it? Maybe. maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just stay like this. It's all the love I'll ever get from him. All the love I'll ever get.
Despite having told him himself he was over Hotohori; that he really wanted to start acting like a man and therefore, would stop liking men-or A man- it would never be true. He'd relinquished his female alter-ego, but he would never be able to just GIVE UP Hotohori. It couldn't be done.
As familiar tears began to leak from the corners of his violet eyes he turned around and buried his face in Hotohori's shirt. As long as he's sleeping, I can have just a little of his love, even if he thinks he's holding some one else. A part of his mind told him he was taking advantage of Hotohori, who had given no invitation for Nuriko himself to lie in his arms; that if Hotohori were awake he wouldn't have done it, but he ignored it. He continued to muffle his sobs in Hotohori's chest.
The emperor's arms slackened momentarily, then tightened again and Nuriko became vaguely aware of a gentle hand on his hair.
To Be Continued (dramatic music).
I am very sorry this chapter is so short. It was actually the beginning part of chapter three but it's been so long since I posted for this story, I figured I'd better put up SOMETHING! Also, chapter three was getting VERY long.
Anyhow, if you liked it you have to REVIEW and tell me so! If you don't I'll hunt you down and cut of your protruding parts. He he he.
A/N: You know how much I always beg for reviews. Please send this desperate fanfic author some reviews people! It would brighten my day!!!!!
P.S. Thank you to all the people who did review!!! My ego is inflating rapidly!!!! Please do it again!! Urgh.. I mean REVIEW again not. I've been spending too much time around myself.
One on One Chapter Three
"Hotohori? Hotohori!" Nuriko caught him as he slumped forward, the blanket slipping from around his slim shoulders. He paid it no mind as he pushed the emperor into a sitting position, his hands still on his shoulders.
"Hotohori, what's wrong? What happened?" He questioned as he shook Hotohori's limp form, gently. His head simply lolled from side to side and Nuriko began to panic. Nuriko put one hand on each of their foreheads to compare temperatures. Both of them seemed to be burning up, but Hotohori was being consumed by much more eager flames. What do I do? What do I do?, he thought frantically.
First I need to calm down. It won't help anyone to panic. Or to continue panicking, at least. I was in this same situation about an hour or two ago and now I'm pretty much okay. I need to. get him out of wet clothes. He blushed furiously as he looked down at Hotohori, whom he was STILL holding upright.
He hesitated, picturing how Hotohori would react to waking up naked. A prick of fear stabbed into his heart. He would never understand. He would think that I. But his life is in danger. There's no room for modesty!
Feeling more resolute, Nuriko began checking the emperor's clothes, as Hotohori himself had done earlier. He found the same thing that Hotohori had: only his pants would need to be removed, so he wouldn't have to undress him completely.
Nuriko laid Hotohori on his back with the blanket spread out beneath him, ignoring his own nakedness for now. With shaking hands, he pulled up the emperor's long tunic, after unwinding it from his belt, revealing Hotohori's toned abs. Argh! Don't think about that! His life is on the line, this is no time to be looking him over! He hastily removed his fellow seishi's pants, keeping his mind deliberately blank. After he was done he practically threw the blanket around Hotohori and turned away from him.
He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to relax. I had no idea how tense I was. Man that was stressful! I hope I never have to do that again. He turned to look at Hotohori, Nuriko's pained look softening immediately. Never mind. If I had to do it again to save his life, I would. I would do anything for him.
After the thought faded from his mind he came to a realization that, under the circumstances, shouldn't have taken him that long to come to. It is Really, REALLY COLD!
Shortly after that he came to another realization. I'm still naked and have absolutely no way to cover myself.
Then came yet another realization. I really need a fire. The realizations ended there as he turned back to the hole he had been digging and set to work with all his strength.
For the next half hour he pulled and dug, pulled and dug, slowly building up the pile of roots. When it looked like he had enough for a small fire that could, with prudence, last for about 6 hours or so, he allowed himself to stop, pick the dirt out of his nails, and start to set up the fire. He put down some small pieces to start things up, wishing he had some dry leaves or paper to help it catch more quickly. Smoke would also be a problem, he thought.
With an annoyed sound from the back of his throat, Nuriko picked up the beginnings of the fire and moved the haphazard pile closer to the entrance. He realized that he didn't know where Hotohori's flint and tinder were, or if he had even brought them. He ignored propriety yet again as he went through Hotohori's bag, although it was empty except for the flint ans tinder so all he really did was reach in and remove them.
Relief washed over him as the fire's warm glow soon filled the small cave. Finally a little luck. And warmth.
Despite the warmth every single hair on his body stood on end, each one accompanied by a small goosebump. His skin stung where the fire's heat touched it but he forced himself to stay close to it, turning occasionally like a rotisserie chicken in slow motion. The air was so cold it made him cough several times. It soon became apparent that sitting in front of the meager fire naked was only going to worsen his fevered condition. The blanket is the only way I guess.
The blanket. The blanket that Hotohori now occupied. While being half- naked. While HE was COMPLETELY naked. This will NOT go over well. But. I can explain it to him when he wakes up. I'll make sure he understands that it was for survival only. It's not like he's a close-minded kind of person, anyway. He'll understand. Nuriko remembered how Hotohori had been holding him when he first woke up, which had no doubt warmed him considerably, and was even more positive that his fellow seishi would understand the situation.
He dragged the blanket and its occupant closer to the fire and, keeping in as much heat as possible, climbed into it. He turned himself away from Hotohori so they were back-to-back and tucked the blanket around them tightly.
Though he had intended to remain vigilant until Hotohori woke up, he soon sailed off to the Land of Nod(i.e. dreamland, where the kiddies go to dream of happy things and crap.)
* * * *
Nuriko woke up several hours later feeling blissfully warm. Wondering absently why he had woken up in the first place when he was so warm and comfortable, he pulled the blankets down to his chin and looked around. It didn't take him long to realize what was wrong. The fire had gone out and the cave was being filled with an uncomfortable amount of smoke.
I should put more wood on: light it up again. But I'm so warm and comfortable. Urgh, damn! He sighed and peeled away the blanket then rose, dashed to the fire, and set to work trying to get some fresh wood to light. By the time he was done and the fire burned well, Nuriko was once again chilled to the bone. He rushed back to the blanket to finds that Hotohori had turned over in his sleep, and wrapped the blanket around himself. Aww, he's so cute.
Nuriko reluctantly pulled the blankets from Hotohori's grasp and climbed in, turning so they remained back-to-back. He'd given up trying to stay awake, so he settled down and closed his eyes, preparing for sleep. But then something completely unexpected happened:
Hotohori turned over in his sleep and wrapped his arms around Nuriko, gently but firmly. His eyes flew open, and for a moment he remained frozen like a deer in headlights. My, this is awkward. Um. I'll just move him, slowly, he thought, feeling like he had a full-body blush as he began to attempt liberation of his arm. His plan was thwarted, however, when his movement resulted in Hotohori pulling him closer and putting his face in the groove formed between Nuriko's neck and shoulder. Urgh. This isn't going to work, is it? Maybe. maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just stay like this. It's all the love I'll ever get from him. All the love I'll ever get.
Despite having told him himself he was over Hotohori; that he really wanted to start acting like a man and therefore, would stop liking men-or A man- it would never be true. He'd relinquished his female alter-ego, but he would never be able to just GIVE UP Hotohori. It couldn't be done.
As familiar tears began to leak from the corners of his violet eyes he turned around and buried his face in Hotohori's shirt. As long as he's sleeping, I can have just a little of his love, even if he thinks he's holding some one else. A part of his mind told him he was taking advantage of Hotohori, who had given no invitation for Nuriko himself to lie in his arms; that if Hotohori were awake he wouldn't have done it, but he ignored it. He continued to muffle his sobs in Hotohori's chest.
The emperor's arms slackened momentarily, then tightened again and Nuriko became vaguely aware of a gentle hand on his hair.
To Be Continued (dramatic music).
I am very sorry this chapter is so short. It was actually the beginning part of chapter three but it's been so long since I posted for this story, I figured I'd better put up SOMETHING! Also, chapter three was getting VERY long.
Anyhow, if you liked it you have to REVIEW and tell me so! If you don't I'll hunt you down and cut of your protruding parts. He he he.