Poof Discalimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi or any of the characters!!! They belong to the high and mighty above me who can sue my little ass. I don't own much, kust a couple manga, my domain and a few dollars in pocket change. I have nothing that you want. Flames are to be used to make toast. I hate toast so don't flame me. Like there is anything to flame me about. *groans* Really.

Author's Note: This is a product of a discussion held between friends at lunch. I state again that we have too much time to wander around and do nothing... Yet that doesn't stop us from talking while walking home... Oh well. It is really short, but it gets the idea accross.

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Chichiri was walking towards his room in the Konan Palace, when he heard footsteps running up behind him. Before he could turn around to see who it was, he felt a tug on the tie he used to hold his hair back, except that one lock of blue hair.

Chichiri twisted around, effectively dooming himself as he cried: "No na no da!!!!!!!!" as Tasuki yanked the ribbon and Chichiri's hair poofed out like a dandilion before a child plucks it up from the earth and blows on it.

Tasuki looked confused for a few seconds then started laughing so hard that he collapsed on the ground, attracting even more attention to the state of Chichiri's hair.

"I will get you for this no da..." was all he could say in return.

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