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"Could I trust you?" Nakago whispered.
"Scusa (I beg your pardon)," Yui replied.
"Italian?" Nakago asked.
"Si (yes)," Yui answered.
"Tres bien (very well)," Nakago replied.
"French?" Yui asked.
"Oui (yes)," Nakago answered. "Parlez-vous francais? (Do you speak French?)"
"Non capisco (I don't understand)," Yui replied. "Let's stop this thing. Let's just speak in English rather than French or Italian. We've wasted a lot of time already."
"Here are your orders," the waiter said as he put down the food. As soon as the waiter was away, Yui put up the subject about Nakago's secret again.
"What truth are you talking about?" she asked.
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Meanwhile, Miaka was sitting on her bed while eating some dumplings. She was thinking of places where the tessen and the sword could be. There was a sudden ring from her cell phone.
"Hello," she greeted.
"It's me, Hotohori, I was wondering if you're free now. I wanted to show you my little home," Hotohori replied.
"Sure, where are you?"
"Right at the door,"
Miaka opened the door of her room where she saw Hotohori standing.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?" she asked.
"No, let's go now. I would like you to meet my housemate," he answered.
After asking permission from her mother and arguing with Keisuke, Miaka rushed to go with Hotohori.
"No fair. Why wouldn't Miaka like me to go with them? She just wanted to have Hotohori by herself," Keisuke complained.
They rode in a taxi and after an hour, they finally arrived at the place. It was of an old Japanese architecture. It was small yet neat.
"We just rent this house. Let's go inside," Hotohori invited Miaka in.
Inside, there was a small living room, kitchen and all the other rooms of a common house. When they entered the bedroom, Miaka was surprised why there was a door that cuts the room in half.
"The other part belongs to my housemate. This is my room," Hotohori showed her a clean division of the room. "And this is Genrou's division," he said as he showed her a messy division.
"So, Genrou's his name," Miaka remarked. "His name sounds familiar."
"Hey, who gave you the right to enter my room!" came a shout from outside.
"He's here," Hotohori said as he opened the door.
"My goodness! Tasuki, you're Hotohori's housemate?" Miaka exclaimed.
"Miaka? You're with Saihitei? What're you doing here?" Tasuki asked in amazement.
"I guess you don't need any further introductions," Hotohori said.
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Nakago paused for a while. He suggested that they eat first. Yui hesitated at first but when she saw the seriousness in his eyes, she agreed. After eating, Nakago began his story.
"I know and remember everything. I know I was a Seiryuu seishi and you became our Miko in another world. I know I was the mortal enemy of Tamahome or Taka and I also know what you did to get him back from Miaka," he said.
"You're irritating, you know? Now, I just want to know why you are on Miaka's side and why you seem to be so close to that Hotohori guy," Yui retorted.
"First things first. I came here because the Seiryuu commanded me to find another Miko to replace you."
"That's not what I want to know,"
"Okay," he answered when his cell phone suddenly rang. "Excuse me,"
"Hello, what? Okay I'm on my way," he then told Yui that there was an improvement on the case he was holding. "I'm sorry. I guess I'll just tell you everything next time."
"For goodness sake, you just wasted my time for nothing!" Yui cried out.
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"Sonnuvabitch! Why didn't you tell me you'd invite Miaka? I wasn't able to tidy up my room," Tasuki told Hotohori.
"Now Tasuki, watch your language. You shouldn't speak like that when visitors are around," Hotohori scolded.
"I guess I'll stay at the living room first while you tidy up your room. Hotohori, I guess you should give Tasuki a helping hand," Miaka suggested.
"I think so too. This tidying thing could last for ages if I won't help," Hotohori chuckled.
"Yeah right," Tasuki replied.
Miaka went to the living room. There she saw some pictures of Tasuki and Hotohori together.
"I guess they got along well," she thought.
A picture struck her. It was a picture of Hotohori with a girl who greatly resembled Nuriko. She smiled to herself when she remembered that Kourin was also reborn here so the girl with Hotohori was Kourin. She saw another picture. This time, it tore her heart apart. It was Hotohori and Kourin kissing lips to lips. She picked the picture up. She felt as if she would like to tear the picture into pieces. She was so jealous. A sudden thought came into her mind.
"Do I have a right to be jealous? Who am I to Hotohori? I'm just his friend, nothing more than that. Therefore, I don't have the right to be jealous," she told herself.
"Miaka," Hotohori's gentle voice brought Miaka back to reality.
"Hm?" Miaka stared at him weakly.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes I am," she answered feebly.
"Would you like to eat?" he asked again.
"Of course!" Miaka exclaimed as her face brightened up at the sight of the food on the dining table.
Tasuki was already devouring most of the food.
"Hey!" Miaka hit him at his nape. Tasuki stared at her.
"You want?" he asked as he handed her a plate of food.
"Sure!"
"No way! But, I'll give you something else," he said then he kissed her at the cheek.
Tasuki jumped out of the room and Miaka chased him. Hotohori stopped her.
"Why chase after him? There are still a lot of food here," he said.
"But that's my favorite," Miaka replied.
"You seem to be so close to him," he started to play with his fingers. "If I didn't know you were just friends, I would think you're more than friends."
Miaka bit her lip. "Could this be…jealousy? Is he jealous of Tasuki?" Miaka stared at him. This time, he was clenching his fists.
"Why are you angry?" she asked.
"I don't know why I'm feeling this, I'm jealous of him…I don't even have the right to be."
"I don't understand…"
"Miaka I like you!" Hotohori shouted.
"You like her, so do I," Tasuki came and interrupted them.
"Hotohori…Tasuki…. What's going on? I don' t know what to do…" Miaka said in confusion.
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Look at that! Torn between two lovers! If you were Miaka, who will you choose? If I was Miaka, I'd rather choose Hotohori…will you have the same decision? Please REVIEW!
