Note to certain reviewer: They all look exactly like their assigned pokèmon, only: Tasuki has a tuft of his hair, Kouji has a scar down his face, and Mitsukake's wearing that funky bandana o' his (can you see that? A golem wearing a bandana? Kawaii!). No one else is special. I mean, how do you make a pink blobbie thingie look like Chichiri? _ Besides, Vaporeon already looks elaborate enough for Hotohori, don't you think? I'll say in context if anyone has any special traits on the Seryuu side.

Well, it's been half a year, and I'm baaaaaaaack... and I'll sum up why in a prologue-like device!!

*~*~*~*author world*~*~*~*

Nameless Author in the Shadows 1: ...but... but!!...

Nameless Author in the Shadows 2: Keep going.

NAitS1: ...BUT!!!

NAitS2: I said do it. NOW. I want to see what you've done to my Seryuu.

NAitS1: ...But...

NAitS2: WHAT?!

NAitS1: Well, when I wrote this, I was really hyper about, uh, everything FY...But I've become so much more... ah... twisted and perverted and yaoi-loving and pro Tasuki/Chichiri and pokèmon-obsessed and Miaka hating and Yui annoyed and...

NAitS2: I DON'T CARE!! CONTINUE, DANG IT!! **yes, she actually says "dang"**

NAitS1: ...*sigh* Okaaaaayyy... I can't remember the format, so I'll have to read everything again... and I'll have to eventually re-vamp the other chapters to fit the new audience aim...

NAitS2: You never know, you might not. Most of the readers like it, they just don't like to admit it.

NAitS1: Oh yeah...

** NAitS1&2 look at minna, then look at each other** ...HUMANS. **roll eyes**


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CHAPTER FIVE: The Rest Arrive!
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Tasuki looked up at Miko, expecting her to explain her definition of "prepared," and he blinked.

"Uh... Miko?"

"Yes?"

He blinked again. "Has something... uh... did you change just now?"

"No. Why?"

"No reason," he said, but he couldn't help but swear that her hair was a little longer, and also lighter from the sunlight... and her body seemed a lot more muscular, as if a half-year's worth of training suddenly paid off.

Plus, she was acting strange... like she was having trouble remembering things. Suddenly, he heard her mumble:

"Goddamn third-person limited."

"Char?"

Miko blinked, and looked down at him. "Oh... I, uh, it's a format thing. Never mind."

Tasuki sighed a tired sigh. He would never understand authors.

He then noticed Hotohori blinking, as if coming out of a phase-out.

"Prepared?" Hotohori said quickly, as if he couldn't remember how long he had delayed replying.

"Exactly," Miko said, jumping in again. "You're damn lucky, too. GOD, I wish I could do this in the game!! Since it's more than one person, I'll have to do this the hard way... but oh well. Can't be helped."

With that, she rose her arms slowly, as if to push someone away. As he and the others stared at her, she spread her fingers apart, palms out, and closed her eyes softly as if entering a trance. Both hands began to glisten slightly, and then (to his surprise) there was an explosion of green and red as a shimmering aura engulfed her hands. He jumped back a little, partly in shock, but partly so he didn't have to strain his neck so terribly to see; the brilliant coat of light lingered on her palms for a moment, and then it spread down her arms and across her torso, like layers of melting wax gliding down a candle. Soon her entire body was calmly glowing in the mischievous green hue of her inner spirit, powerful flames of red spurting from her body every which way and little bursts of white and violet hinting their existence.

*~*~*~*~*

**suddenly, two chibi authors bounce into the scene, a la "Pretty Lina" from Slayers**

NAitS1&2: FUN FAAAACT!!

**NAitS1 jumps up on the screen and pulls down a frozen projection of the current scene.**

NAitS1: The above description of that aura shows Miko's true colors. Literally!

**NAitS2 walks in front of projection with a teacher-stick-pointer-thing**

NAitS2: We two particular Nameless Authors prefer the kind of aura that's based on your inner soul, not on your birth-time or zodiac or anything like that.

NAitS1: After all, it's personality that counts!

**NAitS2 points her stick at Miko's projection**

NAitS2: As we see it, everyone has four elements: your main element, your sub-element, and two undercurrents. Miko's main is wind...

**she slaps the green parts of the projection with her stick. 1 twitches a bit, and rubs her stomach.**

...and her sub is fire *she slaps the red. 1 winces and holds her shoulder.*. Her two undercurrents are spirit and shadow *slap! white, slap! violet. NaitS1 blinks, then glowers at 2.*.

NAitS1: Are you using the voodoo stick?

NAitS2: Huh? No. Why?

NAitS1: No reason... **eyes the stick**

NAitS2: Well? Come on, your line.

**1 eyes 2, 2 starts whistling, and as soon as 1 looks away, 2 gets an evil grin on her face**

NAitS1: If you're interested, check out the fanfic-ish thing that we'll be writing together! It explains the whole deal, with examples! ((I need 2 to do it with me, because she taught it all to me. ^_^ ))

NAitS2: Okay, shutting up and stopping the Shameless Self-Promotion (tm)!

NAitS1&2: Gomen, minna!!

**The projection flips up (ensnaring the two apologizing chibi authors and taking them with it) to reveal a real-time Miko, in the same position as her frozen picture, and the scene continues as if nothing happened.**

*~*~*~*~*

Suddenly, a slight smile formed on Miko's face, and Tasuki looked around him; everyone but himself was completely mesmerized by the spectacular light show... put into some sort of trance. A little alarmed, he looked to Miko again... and started when he saw streams of multi-colored light rising from her fingers and traveling to the pokèmon seishi, like smoke from an extinguished candle being guided through the air. They closed their eyes just as he had, and the instant the light touched their foreheads, their entire bodies glowed with their individual pokèmonic colors: Hotohori and Nuriko blue, Mitsukake brown, Chiriko magenta, Tamahome clear, Miaka pink (for her inner spirit was too strong, and overrode the Normal "clear" color), and Kouji green. As he watched his best friend shimmer in the beautiful grass-colored light, Tasuki found himself wishing he had seen the red he must have been glowing when it happened to him.

Then it was done, and Tasuki smiled as he watched his friends gaze around with bewildered eyes. Kouji looked at him in shock.

"G... Genrou, what the hell was that?!"

He grinned. "That, my amigo, was Self-Awareness 101. According to the Miko, you kick ass right about now."

"You'll need to," Miko pointed out. "Very, very soon."

All heads turned to her. "How soon?" Tamahome asked suspiciously.

"Hmm..." she said, giving THAT SMILE of hers, and she trailed off. Tasuki suddenly felt a great sense of foreboding.

And the Eastern wall of Konan palace exploded.

General mayhem and panic ensued from the ear-wreaking, room-shaking blast as dust and debris erupted into the air. Not only that, but there was an unnatural rumbling of footsteps as the ground shook violently. While the others all had a good weight and were able to hold their ground as it shook, Tasuki, along with the rest of the lightweights, was having extreme problems. At first, of course, he had felt a wave of worry over his priestess and the other warriors... but soon he just worried about his own balance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bulba-Kouji tip over and begin to boing up and down on his rubber-bubble booty, and then he picked up speed and broke into an unsteady roll, eventually smooshing into a wall. Tasuki began to lose his own balance, and a few moments later, he found himself on the ground as well, uncontrollably rolling towards and eventually smashing into his buddy. Just as he began to stand up again, he looked up just in time to see Meowth-Tamahome smush him... and then a pink blob of a Chichiri finished the lightweight jumble. The four lay, their chubby, kawaii limbs tangled together, helplessly smooshed against a wall.

He was bitterly sure Miko was getting a kick out of this.

But suddenly, as the rumbling got louder and the shakes more ridiculously exaggerated, Chansey-Miaka screamed so loud and so shrill:

"CHANSEYCHANSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!"
** Hint: It starts with a "T" and ends in an "amahome" **

... that Tasuki became VERY worried about the Priestess' safety. He twisted around to see Miko's face contort into an expression of annoyance and pain, and could almost sense the thought:

**Remove Miaka's voice box.**

Before anyone could do anything to protect Miaka, the scream cut off. A look of pure horror spread across her face, and Tasuki silently cursed Miko as he saw the pain reflected in the loquacious priestess' face. But suddenly his anger was overridden by fear as Miaka's giant, pink, blubbery egg-body bound up at a dangerous speed to the bishie-tangle. But somehow she slowed down before crushing them, and she reached down, pulled Tamahome out of them, and hugged him so freakin-ass hard that his eyes and cheeks bulged out to the size of volleyballs, he turned an unhealthy shade of blue, and his scrawny little arms and legs waved around in sheer panic.

As much as Tasuki was angry at Miko right now, he was worried Tamahome was going to suffocate, so he appealed to her. "Miko, change her back! She's gonna kill Tama, for chrissake!"

Tasuki could see that Miko actually liked Tamahome, so he breathed a sigh of relief. She gave a small glare in Miaka's direction, who promptly let out the high-pitched scream her open mouth would have been emitting all that time. Upon hearing the sound, a surprised Miaka dropped Tamahome (who desperately gasped for oxygen), and Miko and the others grimaced... Tasuki thought for a moment that it wouldn't be THAT bad if Miaka was voiceless for a while. But luckily, Miaka seemed to be appeased just from knowing her voice was back and, doing the smart thing, cut off and remained silent. Tasuki thanked whoever was listening up there for that... if she had kept screaming, Miko might have done something *really* nasty to her.

Finally, things settled down, and when the dust settled... eight new pokèmon stood in the rubble.

They looked rather agitated.

*~*~*~*~*

NAitS1: That's your cue.

NAitS2: **grins evilly**

*~*~*~*~*

*Who are they?* Tasuki thought. *No, I know who. They must be the Seryuu. There's no other explanation! Sure as hell, there's the right number for all seven and a priestess... besides, their arrival is perfectly timed with that woman's SMILE of hers...*

He growled as his eyes perused his enemies... until a sudden burst of hysterical laughter startled him. As he turned to the source, he saw it to be Miko... she was chibi on the ground, her legs kicking in a blur and the ground being abused by her pounding chibi fists, tears bursting out of her face.

Along with the others he stared at her, and he noticed the sweat drops coming from his side... and the pop marks growing on the other.

Finally, Miko managed to calm down to the point where she could speak:

"Na... na... na... na... NAKAPUFF!!!"

...And then it started all over again.

Just as Tasuki (and the readers) began to think that Miko had finally, utterly, COMPLETELY lost it, there was another powerful flash of white light. Tasuki desperately covered his eyes as best he could with his short arms.

**This is the same light Miko caused when she came here!** Tasuki thought.

When it had died down and he could finally see, he saw two things Miko, still on the ground laughing helplessly as if nothing had happened... and another mysterious young woman standing right next to her, fists on her hips, looking down on her in a scolding manner. He stared.

She was shorter than Miko, but not by that much... and unlike Miko's short, so-dark-brown-it's-almost-black hair, hers was a light, dirty-blonde color, and was pulled back into a braid that fell all the way down to her lower back. She wore a gray-white t-shirt with Princess Mononoke wolves all over it, black dance-tights, a blue bandanna, and an elaborate amulet that almost reached her stomach. As a prop, she had a light-blue cloth satchel resting on her hip, its black strap slung across the opposite shoulder.

**Another author,** Tasuki thought, his eyes growing even wider. What is she doing here? Is this a co-write now? He prayed to the gods she wasn't as crazy as Miko. He didn't know if he could survive that...

After looking at Miko a little more, the new author calmly reached into her satchel, pulled out a giant mallet, and in one, effortless motion of the arm, smashed Miko's head into the ground... so hard, in fact, that Miko was sticking upside down out of the land, buried to her shoulders.

Tasuki's eyes bulged at the scene as Miko twitched.

After a while, Miko began frantically waving her arms and kicking her legs in the air... and after that, her feet found the earth again and her hands pressed against the ground. In one motion, she pushed with all four of her limbs... and out popped a very mad, very BLONDE Miko head. She flung her head to the sky and yelled so loud all that could be seen of her new head was her screaming mouth.

"ADAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

The ground rumbled, and beyond all the shock Tasuki was feeling, he began to get nervous. Something had definitely changed about the Miko, and it was more than her hair color... and whatever it was, it made him extremely uncomfortable, and his warning senses were going off like mad.

...What had happened to her?

"Yes?" The addressed answered, as if she was used to this happening. Miko finally put her face down, revealing her extremely pissed-off face and glistening green eyes that cut into Tasuki like a knife through air... and she wasn't even looking at him.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!"

Smiling, Adakie pulled out a scroll covered with tally marks and added a notch. "That's the 480,235th time you've said that to me."

"I mean it this time."

Apparently she didn't, because her hair, eyes, and muscles reverted to their normal state. Tasuki breathed an inward sigh of relief, but still stared at her and the other in disbelief.

Adakie grinned. "Well, I wouldn't have to hit you if you'd control yourself!"

"You're asking the impossible."

"Yeah, I kn..."

She cut off; apparently she had just become aware of the entire pokèmon roster staring at them with bewildered eyes. Miko followed her gaze, and remembered what they were supposed to be doing.

"Oh. Right. The fic. Must stay on topic."

"W... what the hell was that?!" Tasuki yelled, stunned. "Where did all that power come from?! E... Even for authors, that couldn't have been normal!!"

Adakie sighed. "Miko is not normal."

"Nope," Miko grinned. "ANYWAY, since the Suzaku are being so rude, I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome the Seryuu to Conan."

The focus switched VERY quickly from the authors to the new arrivals. Lightning bolts spewed forth between the Suzaku and Seryuu.

"Goddamned bitch. Doesn't she know this could mean the end of us all?!" Tasuki growled angrily to himself.

"Annnnnnd, I'd like to welcome Adakie, who volunteered to serve as trainer for the Seryuu!" he heard her say.

"Hi, I'm Adakie, another author that Miko let in her fic!" a chibi Adakie waved.

Tasuki glanced towards her, but then focused on glaring at the Seryuu again.

**Adakie? Sounds familiar, but anyway. We are in DEEP shit! I don't know about the others, but Miko told ME that some pokèmon can't damage others. What are we supposed to do about that?**

"Um, hello? I'm an all-powerful author too. I'll be..."

**Of course, some of these don't look too harmful... but not all of us are worth a whole lot when it comes to battle... dittos can't fight that great, and can't we only use six?**

"PAY ATTENTION TO MEEE!!!" Adakie hollered, yoryoku* bursting from her being while silvery-blue light whipped around her. That got Tasuki's... and the others'... attention, and they stared at her nervously. Would she transform somehow, like Miko did? If so, that weird feeling that made them so uncomfortable would surface again, and who knows what would happen...

After had gotten her breath, she finally said...

"... hi!" ^_^v

They all fell over.

Miko got up and dusted herself off. "Well, I guess I'll introduce you..."

She grinned, and looked over at Tasuki. He stared at her, not understanding... but then it clicked, and he calmed down.

They were just as nervous as he was. Odds are they didn't even know how they got here! And some of them might be just as weak as some on his side. Plus, Miko had said this was a humor fic, so that meant no deaths... and after all, she WAS an author, so she could control them if things got out of hand.

He had been looking over the pokèmon in front of him, and now he wanted desperately to know who was who...

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* yoryoku: it's a YuYu Hakusho reference. Yoryoku is the term for chi/ki used when it comes to demons and youko of the Makai (demon world).

Eheh, this is running a bit long, so I'm dividing it into two parts. ^_^;; So, the NEXT chapter will have the long-awaited explanations of what the heck the Seryuu are!! (although I think some of you have figured out what I did to my dear Nakago already...) Plus, we find out WHY Adakie rings a bell for Tasuki, AND why she's even in my fic in the FIRST place! So keep checking for updates!

BECAUSE EXAMS ARE OVER!!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!