**AUTHOR NOTE: I apologize ahead of time for the incredible amount of me blabbing there is going to be in this chapter. Tasuki'll shut me up if things get too bad. I just feel like sharing my logic with everyone in choosing who was who... after all, Bishonen no Miko IS me, and she acts like me in the fanfic. I'll be a lot quieter after this chapter. Promise. Gomen!**
Ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination. They got no trouble from any guards; Tasuki figured it was Miko' doing. They made their way into the palace, and the Miko told him they'd find them all in the throne room, "discussing the crisis at hand" as Hotohori suggested. She would make them invisible for a moment, since she wanted to get a look at everything first. He sighed and waddled along beside her into the room, and she opened the door for them. What he saw made him stare, while Bishonen no Miko looked as if she would burst out laughing at any second.
Inside the room were eight creatures. Their words had changed to limited sounds, but Tasuki and Miko could both understand them perfectly; the only thing Miko had to do for him was tell him who was who.
Mitsukake had become a golem. She figured she chose it because of size, since there were no real healing pokemon. Golems were solid and strong, but gentle in nature... just like Mitsukake. Also, Miko didn't really care about golems... which pretty much matched her feelings for Mitsukake, at least most of the time. She didn't share that with Tas the Charmander, though.
Chiriko was an abra. "That makes sense," she said. "Abras are the first stage of the most intelligent pokemon out there. We'll be able to talk to him through telekinesis easy enough. I might evolve him, but then that'd take away from the small and cute factor, which is probably another reason I chose Abra for Chiriko..."
Charmander eyed her to shut up, so she did with a quick "gomen."
Chichiri was slinking around as a ditto. After the initial smile, She dwelled on that one for a moment, thinking it might have been better to turn him into something that used powerful magic, like a Clefairy... but she wouldn't doubt herself. It was cute, like him... and it DID make sense. She'd have to ask him to do the Nakago impression for her.
At the sight of Nuriko, she almost burst out laughing. A blastoise! She must have gone by strength alone in that judgment... there was nothing pretty about the giant turtle stomping around in anger and frustration.
Hotohori was a vaporeon. Beautiful, powerful... often mistaken for being feminine. That made perfect sense. No argument for herself there.
Tamahome was running around as a Meowth. She giggled.
"Cha?" Tasuki asked, wondering what was so funny.
"Nothin, I guess I just gave up on matching him in any way other than his love for money. Too bad... he won't be that useful."
"...mander."
"Don't give me that, even I'm not perfect. Two left..."
"Which one's Miaka?" he asked.
"Um..." Miko scanned the last two. One, a bulbasaur, was looking around like crazy as if trying to find something... while the other, a Chansey, seemed to be near panic, looking around with a confused look on its face.
"I can guess," she said.
"Dar?"
"Let's see, a pokemon that's ridiculously hard to kill, only has one purpose, and for some powerful reason, EVERYBODY loves it. I think Miaka's the Chansey. Plus, I love bulbasaur too much to turn Miaka into one."
"...then who's the bulb thingie?"
She grinned. "Let's not be invisible, eh?"
Tasuki blinked, but suddenly, he heard a very, very loud "BULBBAAAA!!!" in his direction. His mind automatically translated it for him: "GENROUUUU!!!"
He blinked. "K... Kouji?!"
"It happened to you too?!" The bulbasaur bounded over to him, rose to its hind legs, and the Charmander and Bulbasaur started doin' the Genrou/Kouji dance.
The Miko almost died; she was witnessing the dance! She couldn't believe it!! Of course, they weren't their normal sexy selves, but it was the next best thing!!
"How'd you get here, buddy?!" Tasuki shouted, hugging him as best he could with his short arms.
"I have absolutely no idea!!" Kouji replied.
"I brought him here," Miko said, recovering. "Of course I did. Good job, me. There's no way I'd pass up Kouji. Bulbasaur, one of my favorites, cute, charming, and powerful. I used the same logic with you as I did Tasuki!! Of course, you don't have a type like he does, but that's okay, since Bulbasaur's strength isn't type-based anyway..."
"What's with the broad with the mouth?" Koji whispered.
"Um, allow me to introduce..."
"Tasuki!! We were looking for you no da!" the ditto yelled, and oozed over to the Charmander. "What's happened, no da? What happened to our bodies?! I tried tracing the Seryuu to see if they had anything to do with it, but it wasn't them no da!!"
"No, it wasn't... in fact, they've got the same problem we do," Tasuki groaned.
"Please explain," Hotohori the Vaporeon begged. "We need to get to the bottom of this. We're very vulnerable in this... this... current state."
"Oh no you're not," Miko said. "Not once I'm done with you."
"Tasuki, who's the woman?! Is THIS why you're late?" the Meowth, Tamahome, asked.
"Yeah, Tasuki. You're picking up chicks easier as a lizard, it seems," Kouji joked.
"This is no time for romance, no da! We've got a crisis here!" Chichiri yelled.
The Miko blushed like hell. "R... romance? M... me and Tasuki...?"
**Uh Oh.** "Hey, shut up!! This is no ordinary woman!! She's the one BEHIND all this!!" Tasuki shouted, worried Miko was thinking again.
"W... what? This young woman did... THIS to the seven warriors of Suzaku??" Mitsukake the Golem said, incredulous.
"Hmph," Miko said. "It's not that hard when you're an author."
Utter, dead, silence.
"Ch.. ch... CHANSEYCHAN?!?!" Miaka hollered, chibi and backing against the wall.
"Not just any author," Tasuki said, eyeing her. "This is Bishonen no Miko."
If it can get quieter than utter, dead, silence, then that's the needed description. It stayed that way until Kouji, Tamahome, and Chichiri gulped, and Miaka gave a dismal, frightened cry/whimper and did her best to disappear.
"Wh... what is the rating of this fanfiction?" Chiriko thought, shaky.
"H... hey, Genrou..." Kouji stammered. "Y... you think we're safe? She didn't... do anything to you... did she?"
"She hugged me, but we were chibi. She said this is a crossover humor fic, and it's rated PG-13 for language. And if she hasn't done anything to me, then the rest of you are safe."
A breath of relief from all the bishies. Miaka still looked terrified.
"So... what's going on? What's she on this time?" Nuriko the Blastoise asked.
"I'm NOT on anything! Blame school!" Bishonen no Miko said, exasperated.
"Can you fix us, Miko-sama?" Hotohori asked.
"Not until I've had my fun," She said, giving her sly half-smile. Hotohori frowned.
"Speaking of which... they should be arriving any time now," she said, like a mad scientist standing over a creation about to come to life.
"...Who?" Miaka asked.
Miko grinned. "The Seryuu."
"WHAT?! You'll allow the Seryuu to enter the Conan palace?!" Hotohori yelled, panicked. Miaka was now convinced she was dead.
"There's nothing you can do about it, now, is there? Besides, people have done a lot worse. You're only yelling at me because I'm here. If I wasn't, then it'd be a complete surprise, and you still wouldn't know this is a fanfiction. Plus," she grinned. "You wouldn't be prepared."
Ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination. They got no trouble from any guards; Tasuki figured it was Miko' doing. They made their way into the palace, and the Miko told him they'd find them all in the throne room, "discussing the crisis at hand" as Hotohori suggested. She would make them invisible for a moment, since she wanted to get a look at everything first. He sighed and waddled along beside her into the room, and she opened the door for them. What he saw made him stare, while Bishonen no Miko looked as if she would burst out laughing at any second.
Inside the room were eight creatures. Their words had changed to limited sounds, but Tasuki and Miko could both understand them perfectly; the only thing Miko had to do for him was tell him who was who.
Mitsukake had become a golem. She figured she chose it because of size, since there were no real healing pokemon. Golems were solid and strong, but gentle in nature... just like Mitsukake. Also, Miko didn't really care about golems... which pretty much matched her feelings for Mitsukake, at least most of the time. She didn't share that with Tas the Charmander, though.
Chiriko was an abra. "That makes sense," she said. "Abras are the first stage of the most intelligent pokemon out there. We'll be able to talk to him through telekinesis easy enough. I might evolve him, but then that'd take away from the small and cute factor, which is probably another reason I chose Abra for Chiriko..."
Charmander eyed her to shut up, so she did with a quick "gomen."
Chichiri was slinking around as a ditto. After the initial smile, She dwelled on that one for a moment, thinking it might have been better to turn him into something that used powerful magic, like a Clefairy... but she wouldn't doubt herself. It was cute, like him... and it DID make sense. She'd have to ask him to do the Nakago impression for her.
At the sight of Nuriko, she almost burst out laughing. A blastoise! She must have gone by strength alone in that judgment... there was nothing pretty about the giant turtle stomping around in anger and frustration.
Hotohori was a vaporeon. Beautiful, powerful... often mistaken for being feminine. That made perfect sense. No argument for herself there.
Tamahome was running around as a Meowth. She giggled.
"Cha?" Tasuki asked, wondering what was so funny.
"Nothin, I guess I just gave up on matching him in any way other than his love for money. Too bad... he won't be that useful."
"...mander."
"Don't give me that, even I'm not perfect. Two left..."
"Which one's Miaka?" he asked.
"Um..." Miko scanned the last two. One, a bulbasaur, was looking around like crazy as if trying to find something... while the other, a Chansey, seemed to be near panic, looking around with a confused look on its face.
"I can guess," she said.
"Dar?"
"Let's see, a pokemon that's ridiculously hard to kill, only has one purpose, and for some powerful reason, EVERYBODY loves it. I think Miaka's the Chansey. Plus, I love bulbasaur too much to turn Miaka into one."
"...then who's the bulb thingie?"
She grinned. "Let's not be invisible, eh?"
Tasuki blinked, but suddenly, he heard a very, very loud "BULBBAAAA!!!" in his direction. His mind automatically translated it for him: "GENROUUUU!!!"
He blinked. "K... Kouji?!"
"It happened to you too?!" The bulbasaur bounded over to him, rose to its hind legs, and the Charmander and Bulbasaur started doin' the Genrou/Kouji dance.
The Miko almost died; she was witnessing the dance! She couldn't believe it!! Of course, they weren't their normal sexy selves, but it was the next best thing!!
"How'd you get here, buddy?!" Tasuki shouted, hugging him as best he could with his short arms.
"I have absolutely no idea!!" Kouji replied.
"I brought him here," Miko said, recovering. "Of course I did. Good job, me. There's no way I'd pass up Kouji. Bulbasaur, one of my favorites, cute, charming, and powerful. I used the same logic with you as I did Tasuki!! Of course, you don't have a type like he does, but that's okay, since Bulbasaur's strength isn't type-based anyway..."
"What's with the broad with the mouth?" Koji whispered.
"Um, allow me to introduce..."
"Tasuki!! We were looking for you no da!" the ditto yelled, and oozed over to the Charmander. "What's happened, no da? What happened to our bodies?! I tried tracing the Seryuu to see if they had anything to do with it, but it wasn't them no da!!"
"No, it wasn't... in fact, they've got the same problem we do," Tasuki groaned.
"Please explain," Hotohori the Vaporeon begged. "We need to get to the bottom of this. We're very vulnerable in this... this... current state."
"Oh no you're not," Miko said. "Not once I'm done with you."
"Tasuki, who's the woman?! Is THIS why you're late?" the Meowth, Tamahome, asked.
"Yeah, Tasuki. You're picking up chicks easier as a lizard, it seems," Kouji joked.
"This is no time for romance, no da! We've got a crisis here!" Chichiri yelled.
The Miko blushed like hell. "R... romance? M... me and Tasuki...?"
**Uh Oh.** "Hey, shut up!! This is no ordinary woman!! She's the one BEHIND all this!!" Tasuki shouted, worried Miko was thinking again.
"W... what? This young woman did... THIS to the seven warriors of Suzaku??" Mitsukake the Golem said, incredulous.
"Hmph," Miko said. "It's not that hard when you're an author."
Utter, dead, silence.
"Ch.. ch... CHANSEYCHAN?!?!" Miaka hollered, chibi and backing against the wall.
"Not just any author," Tasuki said, eyeing her. "This is Bishonen no Miko."
If it can get quieter than utter, dead, silence, then that's the needed description. It stayed that way until Kouji, Tamahome, and Chichiri gulped, and Miaka gave a dismal, frightened cry/whimper and did her best to disappear.
"Wh... what is the rating of this fanfiction?" Chiriko thought, shaky.
"H... hey, Genrou..." Kouji stammered. "Y... you think we're safe? She didn't... do anything to you... did she?"
"She hugged me, but we were chibi. She said this is a crossover humor fic, and it's rated PG-13 for language. And if she hasn't done anything to me, then the rest of you are safe."
A breath of relief from all the bishies. Miaka still looked terrified.
"So... what's going on? What's she on this time?" Nuriko the Blastoise asked.
"I'm NOT on anything! Blame school!" Bishonen no Miko said, exasperated.
"Can you fix us, Miko-sama?" Hotohori asked.
"Not until I've had my fun," She said, giving her sly half-smile. Hotohori frowned.
"Speaking of which... they should be arriving any time now," she said, like a mad scientist standing over a creation about to come to life.
"...Who?" Miaka asked.
Miko grinned. "The Seryuu."
"WHAT?! You'll allow the Seryuu to enter the Conan palace?!" Hotohori yelled, panicked. Miaka was now convinced she was dead.
"There's nothing you can do about it, now, is there? Besides, people have done a lot worse. You're only yelling at me because I'm here. If I wasn't, then it'd be a complete surprise, and you still wouldn't know this is a fanfiction. Plus," she grinned. "You wouldn't be prepared."
