Cooking Class
"WHAT!?" Miaka asked, in shock.
"Miaka, I would like you to take a cooking class," Hotohori repeated.
"Why? Whats wrong with my cooking?" Miaka asked innocently. Tamahome covered his mouth with one hand and held his stomach with the other.
He ran off yelling, "Mitsukake! Mitsukake!" Tasuki coughed. Chiriko went back to analizing.... something... (*cough*Miaka's cooking*cough*) Hotohori sighed, how was he going to explain this?
"Miaka, go cook something and bring it back," Hotohori sighed. Miaka skipped off. A few hours later, she came back with... Food? Toxic waste? Whatever you want to call it.
"Bring them in," Hotohori ordered. Nuriko and Chichiri came in, dragging seven figures with them. Nakago, Soi, Ahitare, Tomo, Miboshi, Suboshi, and Amiboshi. Hotohori snapped his fingers and servants placed a plate of Miaka's food before each of them. Amiboshi took one look at it and smiled politely.
"May I be excused from the table?" He asked.
"No, you must eat the Miko's food," Hotohori replied. Amiboshi narrowed his eyes. Amiboshi lifted his flute to his lips and proceeded to play a sorrowful tune. His whole aura got dark and gloomy.
"Alright, alright! Enough! We get the point!" Everyone yelled.
"It's okay, Hotohori-sama, Kai Ka, you can go," Miaka smiled sweetly. Amiboshi sighed in relief and took his place next to the Suzaku seishi.
"Eat!" Hotohori commanded. The Seiryuu sei timidly ate the food. The effects showed on Suboshi first. Suboshi ran over to Amiboshi, a sluggish smile on his face.
"I loooove you, Aniki," He proceeded to wrap his arms around Amiboshi's neck, tightly.
"Ghet hwim owff mwe!" Amiboshi complained. It took Nuriko several tries to sucessfully remove Suboshi. Suboshi then seemed to forget all about Amiboshi as he ran in circles around the room.
"Wheeeeheeeheeheeeee!" He screeched as he spread his arms out, "I beeelive I caaaaan flllly!" Nakago was next.
"Soi, Soi, I love you so much!" This would have been alright if Nakago hadn't been facing Tomo, "Darling, kiss me!" Miboshi had died instantly for the food had proved too much on his small body.
"Shoot!" A guard cursed, "I'm stuck in this body?!" Miboshi lived. Ashitare had blown up and was now twitching violently on the floor. Soi sat in her chair, almost normally. Almost.
"Look at all the birds... Pretty birds... Pretty birds..." She mumbled.
"Alright, alright! I get the point! I'll take a cooking class!" Miaka surrendered. Let the chaos begin!