This Mask I Wear- Epilogue
"C-chichiri...?" Miaka whispered, eyes round and lost.
"Yes?" Chichiri replied. Not turning around.
"Gomen ne... Gomen ne..."
"Gomen? For what?" Chichiri asked.
"I didn't mean to press you..." Miaka replied.
"..."
"..."
"...Baka, yes you did," Nuriko said after a few long pauses.
"NURIKO!" Miaka whined.
"Well, it's fine, no da? I mean, that was when I was eighteen, I'm twenty-four now, no da? Wow, twenty-four, no da? I'm old, no da!" Chichiri turned his head over to them, his mask smiling brightly. Wetness trickled down his neck though, showing he was crying beneath the mask.
"Chichiri..." Tamahome didn't know how to respond. He never, in his life, expected....
"Chichiri! Tamahome! Nuriko! Miaka!" It was Hotohori.
"What happened?" Chiriko asked, "What has caused this occasion to be so mournful that all of you are in grief?"
"Nothing, nothing at all!" Tamahome and Nuriko went super-deforemed and ran off. Miaka walked over to Chichiri and wrapped him in a tight hug. She then made the most beleiveable excuse she could think of.
"I'm hungry! Lets eat!" She cried as she pulled away from him. She skipped off. Hotohori and Chiriko sweatdropped. Forgetting about the hug, His Highness and Chiriko were too busy thinking how they would survive this assult on their food supply.
In the distance, Chichiri heard the following: "Miaka! You're really dumping Tamahome for Chichiri?
"Nani!?! You saw?"
"Of course I did! So, when's the wedding?"
"Never! Why you...! I mean, me and Chichiri? Are you insane?!?"
"Come on! Go march over to him and give him a biiiig kiss"
"NURIKO!"
"What? You would just make such a cute couple!"
"If I were to dump Tamahome, I would go after His Highness!"
"Why?!?!"
"To make you mad,"
"Miaka, come on! I was joking!"
"I wasn't,"
"Please?"
"No."
"Then I'll go tell Chichiri you loooove him!"
"NURIKO!"
Insert favorite curse word here
"You didn't have to punch me! Sometimes I wonder if you're stronger than me..."