Authors Note: Heehee, all of you saw the chapter title of "The silk pillow chapter" and were thinking something hentai, weren't you! For shame, I never put innuendoes in my stories... ;p
Another chapter, looks like this is still going. There's not much action, I hate writing action, but the little trysts b/w Chichiri-sama and Naruku are interesting. This is just a little fun chapter before the serious stuff comes.
In Which Naruku Discovers the Joy of Silk Pillows
Naruku poked her head into what she had deemed as Taiitusken's dining room. Tasuki was in there stuffing his face, causing Naruku to smile. "When did you get back?" she asked him.
Tasuki looked up at her and swallowed his food in a big gulp. "Ten minutes ago. Sunkake-baba (sp?) wanted me back here to wait until you two found the spell."
Sitting down with a great thump, Naruku banged her head on the table. "That may take awhile."
Tasuki gulped down the rest of his soup and gave a lecherous smirk in Naruku's direction. "What happened, only two hours alone and you couldn't keep yer hands offa him? Trying to seduce the poor monk?" he joked.
Naruku blushed a bright red, starting at her neck and going up into her hair. Tasuki dropped his soup bowl and just stared. "Ya didn't!!!!!!!"
"I didn't! he kissed me and then he left! I only thought about seducing him, I didn't actually DO it." Naruku insisted. Those words, unfortunately, did nothing to stop Tasuki from laughing his ass of at the Guardian's expense.
"I'll tell ya a funny story, that'll cheer you up!" Tasuki declared, pouring himself some more saké.
Naruku was ignoring him completely. She nodded every once in a while out of habit from sitting through classes at Guardian Castle. Her mind was on two things, Chichiri and Kiloran. The Kiloran problem was basically solved, all she had to do was find the portal, and kill him. She'd either kill him and save this world, or die trying and be resurrected by the Guardian of death and get a stern lecture. 'And dying freaking hurts.' she thought. 'Sitting in the damn cold core for a month, waiting for Terra too piece you back together, watching one arm go on and then a leg.' Naruku shivered slightly from the thought. She quickly turned her mind to a more pleasant topic; Chichiri. ' so why did he kiss me? does he like me? Do I not have to seduce him? I'd feel pretty bad, because I want him to love me back. Oh, now it's going to be awkward, unless... no, that wouldn't work and Taiitsuken would kill me. I guess I'll go talk to him. Can't have dissension among the troops, as Ryu always said.' Naruku noticed that Tasuki was still talking, and her mind still wandering. She gazed down at some chopsticks, and smiled.
"And then Kouji told me that he didn't like sort of thing and I took it weird and started laughing..." Tasuki paused in his story to frown at Naruku. The a fore mentioned was doing air art with a pair of blue chopsticks. "Hey, what are ya doin'?" Tasuki yelled at her.
Naruku stopped what she was doing and left her chopsticks to dangle in midair while she looked at Tasuki with utter innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry Tasuki, were you talking? I guess I just lost interest." And having said that Naruku went back to drawing designs in the air with her blue chopsticks.
"Lost interest my ass.." Tasuki mumbled, a hurt expression on his face. "But then again..." he finished as he watched Naruku's next actions. Naruku had apparently lost interest in the chopsticks as she dropped them with a resounding smack on the table. She got up and walked right out the door, not even looking back at Tasuki. "Che, I think the last demon pulled somethin' outta her brain out."
Naruku wandered around the halls, taking her time before getting to Chichiri's room. "I love you Tasuki, but your stories get a little boring." Naruku told the air, glad that her short attention span had gotten her out of the dining room.
After a bit of walking around, she finally got to Chichiri's room. The door was open and Naruku peered in, immediately noticing that Chichiri was not there. Giving no thought to the fact that it wasn't her room and no one was there to invite her in, she stepped happily in his room to look around.
It wasn't very big, and was simple with a futon in one corner, a dresser, a desk and a book shelf. Everything was very neatly arranged, even the pile of silk pillows in the other corner. Naruku's eyes snapped into focus. 'Wait a minute, silk pillows? a whole pile of them? YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!'
Naruku happily skipped over and proceeded to bury herself into the pillow pile, enjoying the fluffiness. Her bottom half was immersed and the top half was out letting her silver and black hair swirl around her head. "oooo, comfy" she murmured and proceeded to fall asleep.
Chichiri had stopped meditating a little while ago because he couldn't concentrate. He kept thinking about the kiss he had given Naruku, not sure what he should do. He walked into his room and took off his kesa, laying it on the bed. He looked over at the corner, then did a double take when he saw who was asleep in them. He sighed as he walked over to the pile of pillows to tap Naruku's shoulder gently.
One eye cracked opened and looked up at Chichiri. Hands suddenly came out and pulled the poor monk into the pile of pillows. "Daaaaaaaaa! Naruku-san, let go no da!"
Naruku was cuddling Chichiri close to her, holding him in a death grip. Chichiri's face was squished against her breasts and his face was beet red. He tried to get loose, but for someone so small Naruku had a vice like grip. "Oi, Chichiri-chan! You've come to play with me." Naruku purred in his ear. This comment made Chichiri blush even further down and he struggled more frantically.
Knowing that this was one of the best chances she could get, Naruku decided to be very forward. She wanted Chichiri to know that she wanted him.She let go suddenly and Chichiri backed out of the pillows. His chest was heaving, and somewhere amidst the shuffle his mask had fallen off and his hair had come undone. "So, why did you kiss me, Chichiri-san?" Naruku asked silkily as she carefully picked her way out of the pillows and sauntered towards Chichiri like a tigress after her prey.
Chichiri looked up at her with a pale face. "I... it just happened no da!"
"Really?" Naruku purred. She knelt down so that she was face to face with Chichiri, her lips just inches from his. "Well, when I kissed you that first time it was because I liked you. And you know what?" she continued.
"what?" Chichiri asked, his breath caught in his throat. Naruku's shirt had fallen a little and he could see straight down.
"I. Still. Like. You." Naruku closed the gap between them rapidly and pressed her lips against Chichiri's. Naruku pulled away and looked him in the eye. "As soon as the demons are gone, so am I. I've been dreaming about you since I first heard of you in Miaka's world. I'm tired of dodging around you. Do you want me or not?"
Chichiri stood up and look down at Naruku with a torn expression in his eyes. "Naruku, I..."
Naruku interrupted him. "At least I tried. Sorry about that, Chichiri-sama." With those cut off words, Naruku left the room. She had taken his hesitation and torn look as rejection.
Chichiri watched Naruku leave. He didn't know what to do. He should just leave it at that and not get involved. But his heart, his heart was screaming for this odd girl that he had fallen in love with over the time they had spent together. Now, all he had to do was decide between his heart and his head.
Authors note: Haha! I'm so mean. I just wanted to cut it off at that. But you know what his decision is, come on! Yeah, it's short. But I posted! I said that I'd try to post every week. It may be a little late, but I was at my brothers. Did you know that on spell check, Chichiri's name comes up cheshire, Naruku's comes up Newark, and Miaka's comes up Mucus? Just thought that was funny.
