Disclaimer: Yume: Smack owns me, but not any other things. . .except maybe
Shiriko.
Thank Yous!
miniSmack. . .or should I say mini? Lol Cass, I know you don't get much. And thanks for the complements!
Otaku Pitcher: Thanks! I'm glad I got Nuriko's reaction right on. I agree, Tama is pretty darn cute and I'm glad you liked the part with Shiriko chasing around Tama. I wasn't going to include that originally but it seemed like a good idea, (and something Shiriko would do).
Lanen: And that's another Shiriko fan. * puts another mark on Shiriko's side of the fan list* Anyway, I'm glad that you think Yume has the NY spunk, (wouldn't want her to think that she has no fans. . .) Thanks for reviewing!
Author's Note: This is the wonderful conclusion to the after dinner scandal! I won't keep you long. . .just have two more things to say. Did Nuriko open his mouth or be smart and shut up? Oh, if it seems like I'm mean to Nuriko, I'm sorry. I have to be until Yume proves herself and Nuriko accepts her or visa versa, you know. It's all part of the plot, I promise. (And it provides comic relief, lol.)
Remember, if the character's actually think, which is basically Yume since this is in first person, it will be represented by this: '. . .'
Chapter 4: Conflicts and Conferences (does someone get in a fight again?)
By the time we arrived in the emperor's meeting room, we had both calmed down at least partially. When we opened the doors, however, it became pathetically apparent that some cross dresser had opened his big fat mouth! Just about everyone was laughing at us as we walked in. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Mitsukake was not laughing. I didn't look for the rest because my concentration was broke when Nuriko said this speech, "And here they are; our newest couple, wolf girl and fang boy!" They all clapped and Nuriko bowed. Tasuki moved towards him but Shiriko and I beat him to it.
Blinded by my own rage and moving with a speed unknown to me before, I lunged at Nuriko. In no time at all, I had him up in the air against a wall by his collar. I held him out, leaving just enough space for Shiriko to squeeze in. Shiriko took this as an opportunity to press his teeth against Nuriko's throat, just waiting for me to give the order to chomp down and end his pathetic excuse for a life. "If I were you," I said, keeping my voice at a deadly whisper, "I'd watch what I say and who I criticize, fag boy." 'If he didn't hate me before, he certainly does now,' I thought with a laugh. 'Who cares? He shouldn't be criticizing me.' "Shiriko, down. I can handle this one." Shiriko reluctantly backed down, sending one final snarl to the frightened Nuriko. I let go of Nuriko and he fell to the ground with a thud. He got up and walked quickly away from me. I turned to the rest of the weaklings who dare to mock me. "Just so you all know and I am no longer insulted, the only reason Tasuki was holding me was because I slipped and he caught me. Nuriko simply has an overactive imagination. I am ashamed that I have given you reason to believe him so easily. Now, can we get started or does anyone else wish to insult me?" I questioned, trying to regain my cool.
"We can get started. If you'll take a seat," Hotohori answered, indicating a chair opposite him. He waited until I was seated before continuing. "In the future, please do not threaten any of us. Such behavior will make your presence unwelcome."
"In the future, don't mock me and I'll have no reason to threaten you," I replied, coolly. He deserved it. I sent Nuriko another threatening glare. 'Now he'd really hate me. . .' "Just what did you want to ask me anyway?"
"Well, we need to know how you got here, you know," Chichiri answered, speaking up. I don't think he was laughing at what Nuriko said, either.
"I already told Miaka! I was walking Shiriko in the woods by my house when a blue light surrounded me. Next thing I knew, I woke up downtown with my bag and Shiriko," I explained.
"Do you have any other proof of your story other than your clothes, beast, and bad manners?" Nuriko asked, sending me a challenging gaze.
"As a matter of fact, I do," I answered calmly, returning the challenging gaze with one of my own. I got up and placed my bag on the table. I was about to show them something when Tasuki interrupted.
"She has this weird thing that plays music when you put these shiny disks in it. . ." he exclaimed, his face growing large with childlike excitement.
"Tasuki, we need her to prove it, not you," Hotohori said, growing annoyed with this whole meeting.
I got out my CD player and Miaka got excited. "God I miss mine!" she cried. "If only I remembered to bring it back with me last time. . . Hotohori, there's no way Nakago could have faked this," she added. Then, she pointed to my camera and said, "Oh I'm so glad you brought a Polaroid! I forgot to bring that, too. . ."
"Alright. I suppose these objects are good enough evidence. You may stay here. Do you have any other clothes?" Hotohori asked, giving me a quizzical look.
I looked down at the floor. "Well. . .no. I didn't know I was going to end up in some strange world so I didn't pack properly, sorry."
They laughed at me and Tasuki said, "Well I guess you really couldn't do much."
Miaka came over and whispered, "I had the same problem. Once you get your room, I'll see if I have some that you can borrow until Hotohori can get you some."
"Thanks a lot, Miaka," I said, truly thankful.
Most of the group chose not to accompany me to my room. Only Tasuki, Miaka, Tamahome, Chichiri, and Hotohori came. Tamahome and Miaka were holding hands and were in the middle of the group. In the lead were Hotohori and Chichiri, obviously involved in some kind of serious discussion. Tasuki, Shiriko, and I were at the end of the group. I didn't know why Tasuki came with us or why he was staying with me. 'He's such a confusing guy,' I thought as we walked along. "About before. . ." Tasuki started, waking me from my thoughts. "I didn't mean for Nuriko to see it. Or for him to open his mouth and spread lies about you like that. And I didn't mean it like it looked, honest."
I sighed and looked at him. He looked completely sorry, more sorry than you'd expect. "Don't worry about it. I think Shiriko and I made our point." I patted my pet's head lovingly.
"I guess you could say that," he responded with a childish grin. I was beginning to learn not to trust that look. "I didn't realize that you were so strong! It takes a lot to catch Nuriko off guard."
"He pissed me off," was my simple response. 'To think I would so easily fall for someone like that! This isn't like some dumb book where everything happens perfect and the heroine falls for the gallant young man. I'm not like that and we're not in a book. Or are we?' I continued petting Shiriko, more by habit than anything else.
"Why are you so attached to that wolf? What'd he ever do to be so important to you?" Tasuki suddenly blurted out. Somehow, I had anticipated this question from him. "I'm sorry. . . I didn't mean for it to come out. . ."
"He's done a lot for me!" I cried, sounding more emotional than I would have liked. I quickly added, "I found him one day in a bag floating in a river in the woods by my house. There were five other pups in the bag but only one other was alive, his sister. I rescued them and saved them. Who knows how long they were floating in the river? The vet said that they would have died soon if I didn't save them when I did. His sister was given to a friend of my mom. A couple years later, the bully at my school followed me home but Shiriko saved me. I don't think I'll ever find a better protector anywhere. Or someone as willing to risk them self for me."
"I'm sure who'll find a guy who will be there for you. Don't you have someone at home?" he asked, looking down so I couldn't see his face.
I blushed. I don't know why but I felt weird being with him now. "No. . .Shiriko didn't seem like of any of my boyfriends, not that any of them were serious; normally just one date or two. I trust his judgment, and if I didn't, I usually regretted it," I answered. It may have been my imagination, but I think I saw a spark of hope flash through his eyes when I mentioned not having a serious boyfriend. "Besides, how can I expect someone to protect me when most of them can't even help themselves?"
He moved closer. "I hope you find someone who will protect you. . ."
"We've almost reached your room," Hotohori announced. He pointed to the room at the very end of the hall. I walked in it and looked around. The first thing I noticed that it was smaller than Miaka's room. Not that I really cared about the size. It also wasn't my style. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, can they?
I was suddenly flooded with a serious pang of homesickness. 'I miss my room. . .' I wonder if they even realize I'm gone yet? Wait, I said I might go to Cass' today. Plus, my parents were gone for the week and so was my brother. They won't know until it's possibly. . .too. . .late. "Well, Yume. Should I see if I can find you some clothes? Maybe tomorrow we can get you some or something," Miaka asked in her usual cheerful voice. I wonder how she stands it all. Do her parents worry about her? Doesn't she get home sick?
"Sure. That'd be great!" I replied. "Do these guys go with you everywhere?' I asked, gesturing towards the watching warriors.
"Well, sometimes," Miaka answered, sighing. "I don't think this would interest them much, though."
We, Miaka and I that is, went down the hall to her room. I don't know the whole story, but either Miaka is an awesome tailor and can generate material from our world or she packed for this trip. She had a lot of clothes from our world. 'Mostly dresses and skirts, though. Is that all this chick wears?' I noted. "I ended up back in our world at one point. Before I came back, I packed some stuff into a bag," she told me. "Let's at least see if we can find you some pajamas and clothes for tomorrow."
I found some "normal" pajama pants and a shirt for tonight. They were pink though. . . 'Oh well, like I said before, beggars can't be choosers.' I found a pair of jeans, (yes! Something I knew!), and a blue tank top. "Can I borrow these?" I asked, clutching the only garments I didn't mind and were used to.
"Sure. I don't wear the top much and I can't let you go without pants!" Miaka replied, smiling.
I thanked her and walked back down the hall to "my" room. 'At least I have my own room,' I thought as I walked into the strange room where I'd be staying. I found Shiriko patiently waiting next to my bed. "Hey buddy! I gotta get you a bed too, huh?" I said to him. (Yes, if you haven't realized it yet, I do talk to animals. . .) I looked around the room for something that I could use for a bed. I noticed a closet and decided to look in there. They normally put extra blankets in the closet, right? But there was nothing in there, either. 'I'll just ask someone for an extra blanket.' I walked out into the hallway straight into. . .a wall?!? "Ow. . .When'd that wall get there?" I asked myself while rubbing my head and getting up, waiting for my vision to refocus.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Yume! I wasn't watching where I was going! Are you ok?" the wall asked. Wait, since when can walls talk? And how does this one know my name? Something fishy is going on. My vision was slowly starting to refocus and I saw three Mitsukakes and three Tamas.
"Huh? Mitsukake? Why are there three of you and Tama?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. I realized that there was only one Mitsukake and one Tama. "Uhh. . .I was just looking for you!"
Mitsukake looked surprised. "You were? Well, what can I help you with?" he asked. Tama jumped off of his shoulder and onto mine.
"Actually, I wanted to make a bed for Shiriko but I couldn't find any blankets or anything in my room."
"I know where to find some blankets. Follow me." He led me through the endless hallways. I'm glad Mitsukake was the one I ran into: I don't think the other "celestial" warriors like me too much. We barely talked, but that suited me fine; I'm not that big of a talker sometimes. We eventually arrived in a room full of blankets and pillows. "Just grab whatever you need. I don't think anyone will care."
"Thanks a lot, Mitsukake." I grabbed a pillow and a blanket and we headed out again. When we were about half way back, we ran into Hotohori. 'Ugh! What now?' I thought as he approached us with an angry expression on his face. 'Does he know?'
"Was your room not adequately supplied with blankets?" he asked. "Or pillows?" he added eyeing the extra pillow. 'I may not have known any back home, but it seems like emperors can be so stuck up.'
I opened my mouth to say something back but Mitsukake beat me to it. "No, your majesty. Tama dirtied the sheets in my room and Yume was helping me bring new ones back new ones," he said very politely.
"Oh, well, in that case. . . I'm sorry. Good bye you two," Hotohori responded while walking away. I think we embarrassed him. Ha!
"Why'd you tell him that?" I asked once we were out of earshot.
"Do you think that the emperor would be happy if I told him that they were for a dog? Besides, you aren't on exactly 'good' terms with him as it is," he responded.
"That's true, I guess. Well, thanks," I said as I walked towards my door. "Goodnight."
"Your welcome, good night." He walked away. Part of me was sad to see him go. He reminded me of my niisan, when he felt like being nice, anyway. I shrugged it off and went back into my room, putting the blankets down on a table.
"There you go, Shiriko." I made a small bed in a corner but Shiriko wasn't ready to go to sleep. It had gotten dark fast, and I didn't really want to walk him if I had to. He pranced around the room, obviously still full of energy. "Didn't you even get a little tired from the walk before?" I asked him out of frustration. He jumped in the air and barked. "Well, it was short so we can go on another, ok? Let me just get my flashlight." He barked again. "Ok! We'll go!"
I took him out into the hallway and we walked down it, towards Miaka's room. As we passed, I overheard part of a conversation. "I can't believe you trust her, Miaka! I saw her and Mitsukake walking back to her room with blankets and she has him completely under her control! I guess Tasuki wasn't enough for her! I wouldn't trust her at all. I think she's more than she says she is." I recognized the voice immediately. 'Tamahome. . .Does he really think that I want to control Mitsukake? Damn Nuriko! I haven't even been here for a day and I already have a reputation of being a slut!'
"Don't say that, Tamahome! I don't think Yume is like that! We can trust her. She's only acting a little weird because she's in this new world and all of you are already judging her! You didn't so that with me!" 'Miaka barely knows me and she still sticks up for me. . .and against her boyfriend too.' I suddenly felt very grateful towards Miaka, even if she was a little too girly for me. "I'm going to go and talk to her. She could probably use someone to talk to." Uh oh! That means I better leave. I started to walk again, hoping that I could turn the corner before they left. I heard the creaking of a door opening. Shit! "Oh, Yume. What are you doing out this late at night?" Damn. . .I didn't make it. Curse my infernal bad luck!
Author's Note:
Smack: Am I evil or what? Now you have to go around wondering what's going to happen!
Yume: I can't believe Tamahome would say something so mean about me.
Tasuki: Get used to it, girl. You should see how he used to treat Miaka. By the way, was I not good enough for you or something?
Smack: Shut up, Tasuki! You know Yume wasn't trying to control Mitsukake! And you know that at the moment, she can't stand you! Get over yourself! Anyway, here's a hint of next time. . .
"What if that's not all I wanted?" he asked, that playful smirk back on his face. 'No. . .not again.' I turned away.
Yume: What's going on? Are you trying to tell me that I'm going to be assaulted again? By who now?
Smack: Can't tell! It's no fun to reveal the future, is it? One more thing: is Shiriko the most popular character in this fic? It seems like all of you guys like him. But that's good since he is a main character and all. You might get mad at me in chapter five if he is, but I hope not. Byebyes everyone!
Thank Yous!
miniSmack. . .or should I say mini? Lol Cass, I know you don't get much. And thanks for the complements!
Otaku Pitcher: Thanks! I'm glad I got Nuriko's reaction right on. I agree, Tama is pretty darn cute and I'm glad you liked the part with Shiriko chasing around Tama. I wasn't going to include that originally but it seemed like a good idea, (and something Shiriko would do).
Lanen: And that's another Shiriko fan. * puts another mark on Shiriko's side of the fan list* Anyway, I'm glad that you think Yume has the NY spunk, (wouldn't want her to think that she has no fans. . .) Thanks for reviewing!
Author's Note: This is the wonderful conclusion to the after dinner scandal! I won't keep you long. . .just have two more things to say. Did Nuriko open his mouth or be smart and shut up? Oh, if it seems like I'm mean to Nuriko, I'm sorry. I have to be until Yume proves herself and Nuriko accepts her or visa versa, you know. It's all part of the plot, I promise. (And it provides comic relief, lol.)
Remember, if the character's actually think, which is basically Yume since this is in first person, it will be represented by this: '. . .'
Chapter 4: Conflicts and Conferences (does someone get in a fight again?)
By the time we arrived in the emperor's meeting room, we had both calmed down at least partially. When we opened the doors, however, it became pathetically apparent that some cross dresser had opened his big fat mouth! Just about everyone was laughing at us as we walked in. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Mitsukake was not laughing. I didn't look for the rest because my concentration was broke when Nuriko said this speech, "And here they are; our newest couple, wolf girl and fang boy!" They all clapped and Nuriko bowed. Tasuki moved towards him but Shiriko and I beat him to it.
Blinded by my own rage and moving with a speed unknown to me before, I lunged at Nuriko. In no time at all, I had him up in the air against a wall by his collar. I held him out, leaving just enough space for Shiriko to squeeze in. Shiriko took this as an opportunity to press his teeth against Nuriko's throat, just waiting for me to give the order to chomp down and end his pathetic excuse for a life. "If I were you," I said, keeping my voice at a deadly whisper, "I'd watch what I say and who I criticize, fag boy." 'If he didn't hate me before, he certainly does now,' I thought with a laugh. 'Who cares? He shouldn't be criticizing me.' "Shiriko, down. I can handle this one." Shiriko reluctantly backed down, sending one final snarl to the frightened Nuriko. I let go of Nuriko and he fell to the ground with a thud. He got up and walked quickly away from me. I turned to the rest of the weaklings who dare to mock me. "Just so you all know and I am no longer insulted, the only reason Tasuki was holding me was because I slipped and he caught me. Nuriko simply has an overactive imagination. I am ashamed that I have given you reason to believe him so easily. Now, can we get started or does anyone else wish to insult me?" I questioned, trying to regain my cool.
"We can get started. If you'll take a seat," Hotohori answered, indicating a chair opposite him. He waited until I was seated before continuing. "In the future, please do not threaten any of us. Such behavior will make your presence unwelcome."
"In the future, don't mock me and I'll have no reason to threaten you," I replied, coolly. He deserved it. I sent Nuriko another threatening glare. 'Now he'd really hate me. . .' "Just what did you want to ask me anyway?"
"Well, we need to know how you got here, you know," Chichiri answered, speaking up. I don't think he was laughing at what Nuriko said, either.
"I already told Miaka! I was walking Shiriko in the woods by my house when a blue light surrounded me. Next thing I knew, I woke up downtown with my bag and Shiriko," I explained.
"Do you have any other proof of your story other than your clothes, beast, and bad manners?" Nuriko asked, sending me a challenging gaze.
"As a matter of fact, I do," I answered calmly, returning the challenging gaze with one of my own. I got up and placed my bag on the table. I was about to show them something when Tasuki interrupted.
"She has this weird thing that plays music when you put these shiny disks in it. . ." he exclaimed, his face growing large with childlike excitement.
"Tasuki, we need her to prove it, not you," Hotohori said, growing annoyed with this whole meeting.
I got out my CD player and Miaka got excited. "God I miss mine!" she cried. "If only I remembered to bring it back with me last time. . . Hotohori, there's no way Nakago could have faked this," she added. Then, she pointed to my camera and said, "Oh I'm so glad you brought a Polaroid! I forgot to bring that, too. . ."
"Alright. I suppose these objects are good enough evidence. You may stay here. Do you have any other clothes?" Hotohori asked, giving me a quizzical look.
I looked down at the floor. "Well. . .no. I didn't know I was going to end up in some strange world so I didn't pack properly, sorry."
They laughed at me and Tasuki said, "Well I guess you really couldn't do much."
Miaka came over and whispered, "I had the same problem. Once you get your room, I'll see if I have some that you can borrow until Hotohori can get you some."
"Thanks a lot, Miaka," I said, truly thankful.
Most of the group chose not to accompany me to my room. Only Tasuki, Miaka, Tamahome, Chichiri, and Hotohori came. Tamahome and Miaka were holding hands and were in the middle of the group. In the lead were Hotohori and Chichiri, obviously involved in some kind of serious discussion. Tasuki, Shiriko, and I were at the end of the group. I didn't know why Tasuki came with us or why he was staying with me. 'He's such a confusing guy,' I thought as we walked along. "About before. . ." Tasuki started, waking me from my thoughts. "I didn't mean for Nuriko to see it. Or for him to open his mouth and spread lies about you like that. And I didn't mean it like it looked, honest."
I sighed and looked at him. He looked completely sorry, more sorry than you'd expect. "Don't worry about it. I think Shiriko and I made our point." I patted my pet's head lovingly.
"I guess you could say that," he responded with a childish grin. I was beginning to learn not to trust that look. "I didn't realize that you were so strong! It takes a lot to catch Nuriko off guard."
"He pissed me off," was my simple response. 'To think I would so easily fall for someone like that! This isn't like some dumb book where everything happens perfect and the heroine falls for the gallant young man. I'm not like that and we're not in a book. Or are we?' I continued petting Shiriko, more by habit than anything else.
"Why are you so attached to that wolf? What'd he ever do to be so important to you?" Tasuki suddenly blurted out. Somehow, I had anticipated this question from him. "I'm sorry. . . I didn't mean for it to come out. . ."
"He's done a lot for me!" I cried, sounding more emotional than I would have liked. I quickly added, "I found him one day in a bag floating in a river in the woods by my house. There were five other pups in the bag but only one other was alive, his sister. I rescued them and saved them. Who knows how long they were floating in the river? The vet said that they would have died soon if I didn't save them when I did. His sister was given to a friend of my mom. A couple years later, the bully at my school followed me home but Shiriko saved me. I don't think I'll ever find a better protector anywhere. Or someone as willing to risk them self for me."
"I'm sure who'll find a guy who will be there for you. Don't you have someone at home?" he asked, looking down so I couldn't see his face.
I blushed. I don't know why but I felt weird being with him now. "No. . .Shiriko didn't seem like of any of my boyfriends, not that any of them were serious; normally just one date or two. I trust his judgment, and if I didn't, I usually regretted it," I answered. It may have been my imagination, but I think I saw a spark of hope flash through his eyes when I mentioned not having a serious boyfriend. "Besides, how can I expect someone to protect me when most of them can't even help themselves?"
He moved closer. "I hope you find someone who will protect you. . ."
"We've almost reached your room," Hotohori announced. He pointed to the room at the very end of the hall. I walked in it and looked around. The first thing I noticed that it was smaller than Miaka's room. Not that I really cared about the size. It also wasn't my style. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, can they?
I was suddenly flooded with a serious pang of homesickness. 'I miss my room. . .' I wonder if they even realize I'm gone yet? Wait, I said I might go to Cass' today. Plus, my parents were gone for the week and so was my brother. They won't know until it's possibly. . .too. . .late. "Well, Yume. Should I see if I can find you some clothes? Maybe tomorrow we can get you some or something," Miaka asked in her usual cheerful voice. I wonder how she stands it all. Do her parents worry about her? Doesn't she get home sick?
"Sure. That'd be great!" I replied. "Do these guys go with you everywhere?' I asked, gesturing towards the watching warriors.
"Well, sometimes," Miaka answered, sighing. "I don't think this would interest them much, though."
We, Miaka and I that is, went down the hall to her room. I don't know the whole story, but either Miaka is an awesome tailor and can generate material from our world or she packed for this trip. She had a lot of clothes from our world. 'Mostly dresses and skirts, though. Is that all this chick wears?' I noted. "I ended up back in our world at one point. Before I came back, I packed some stuff into a bag," she told me. "Let's at least see if we can find you some pajamas and clothes for tomorrow."
I found some "normal" pajama pants and a shirt for tonight. They were pink though. . . 'Oh well, like I said before, beggars can't be choosers.' I found a pair of jeans, (yes! Something I knew!), and a blue tank top. "Can I borrow these?" I asked, clutching the only garments I didn't mind and were used to.
"Sure. I don't wear the top much and I can't let you go without pants!" Miaka replied, smiling.
I thanked her and walked back down the hall to "my" room. 'At least I have my own room,' I thought as I walked into the strange room where I'd be staying. I found Shiriko patiently waiting next to my bed. "Hey buddy! I gotta get you a bed too, huh?" I said to him. (Yes, if you haven't realized it yet, I do talk to animals. . .) I looked around the room for something that I could use for a bed. I noticed a closet and decided to look in there. They normally put extra blankets in the closet, right? But there was nothing in there, either. 'I'll just ask someone for an extra blanket.' I walked out into the hallway straight into. . .a wall?!? "Ow. . .When'd that wall get there?" I asked myself while rubbing my head and getting up, waiting for my vision to refocus.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Yume! I wasn't watching where I was going! Are you ok?" the wall asked. Wait, since when can walls talk? And how does this one know my name? Something fishy is going on. My vision was slowly starting to refocus and I saw three Mitsukakes and three Tamas.
"Huh? Mitsukake? Why are there three of you and Tama?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. I realized that there was only one Mitsukake and one Tama. "Uhh. . .I was just looking for you!"
Mitsukake looked surprised. "You were? Well, what can I help you with?" he asked. Tama jumped off of his shoulder and onto mine.
"Actually, I wanted to make a bed for Shiriko but I couldn't find any blankets or anything in my room."
"I know where to find some blankets. Follow me." He led me through the endless hallways. I'm glad Mitsukake was the one I ran into: I don't think the other "celestial" warriors like me too much. We barely talked, but that suited me fine; I'm not that big of a talker sometimes. We eventually arrived in a room full of blankets and pillows. "Just grab whatever you need. I don't think anyone will care."
"Thanks a lot, Mitsukake." I grabbed a pillow and a blanket and we headed out again. When we were about half way back, we ran into Hotohori. 'Ugh! What now?' I thought as he approached us with an angry expression on his face. 'Does he know?'
"Was your room not adequately supplied with blankets?" he asked. "Or pillows?" he added eyeing the extra pillow. 'I may not have known any back home, but it seems like emperors can be so stuck up.'
I opened my mouth to say something back but Mitsukake beat me to it. "No, your majesty. Tama dirtied the sheets in my room and Yume was helping me bring new ones back new ones," he said very politely.
"Oh, well, in that case. . . I'm sorry. Good bye you two," Hotohori responded while walking away. I think we embarrassed him. Ha!
"Why'd you tell him that?" I asked once we were out of earshot.
"Do you think that the emperor would be happy if I told him that they were for a dog? Besides, you aren't on exactly 'good' terms with him as it is," he responded.
"That's true, I guess. Well, thanks," I said as I walked towards my door. "Goodnight."
"Your welcome, good night." He walked away. Part of me was sad to see him go. He reminded me of my niisan, when he felt like being nice, anyway. I shrugged it off and went back into my room, putting the blankets down on a table.
"There you go, Shiriko." I made a small bed in a corner but Shiriko wasn't ready to go to sleep. It had gotten dark fast, and I didn't really want to walk him if I had to. He pranced around the room, obviously still full of energy. "Didn't you even get a little tired from the walk before?" I asked him out of frustration. He jumped in the air and barked. "Well, it was short so we can go on another, ok? Let me just get my flashlight." He barked again. "Ok! We'll go!"
I took him out into the hallway and we walked down it, towards Miaka's room. As we passed, I overheard part of a conversation. "I can't believe you trust her, Miaka! I saw her and Mitsukake walking back to her room with blankets and she has him completely under her control! I guess Tasuki wasn't enough for her! I wouldn't trust her at all. I think she's more than she says she is." I recognized the voice immediately. 'Tamahome. . .Does he really think that I want to control Mitsukake? Damn Nuriko! I haven't even been here for a day and I already have a reputation of being a slut!'
"Don't say that, Tamahome! I don't think Yume is like that! We can trust her. She's only acting a little weird because she's in this new world and all of you are already judging her! You didn't so that with me!" 'Miaka barely knows me and she still sticks up for me. . .and against her boyfriend too.' I suddenly felt very grateful towards Miaka, even if she was a little too girly for me. "I'm going to go and talk to her. She could probably use someone to talk to." Uh oh! That means I better leave. I started to walk again, hoping that I could turn the corner before they left. I heard the creaking of a door opening. Shit! "Oh, Yume. What are you doing out this late at night?" Damn. . .I didn't make it. Curse my infernal bad luck!
Author's Note:
Smack: Am I evil or what? Now you have to go around wondering what's going to happen!
Yume: I can't believe Tamahome would say something so mean about me.
Tasuki: Get used to it, girl. You should see how he used to treat Miaka. By the way, was I not good enough for you or something?
Smack: Shut up, Tasuki! You know Yume wasn't trying to control Mitsukake! And you know that at the moment, she can't stand you! Get over yourself! Anyway, here's a hint of next time. . .
"What if that's not all I wanted?" he asked, that playful smirk back on his face. 'No. . .not again.' I turned away.
Yume: What's going on? Are you trying to tell me that I'm going to be assaulted again? By who now?
Smack: Can't tell! It's no fun to reveal the future, is it? One more thing: is Shiriko the most popular character in this fic? It seems like all of you guys like him. But that's good since he is a main character and all. You might get mad at me in chapter five if he is, but I hope not. Byebyes everyone!
