Entry: 6
Day: 15
Time: Late Afternoon
Uuuuuuuugh, I'm exhausted. Tamahome wandered too close to the pond today, fell in and nearly drowned himself. Hehe. It was kind of funny, actually...Hotohori-sama and I were sitting outside on the edge of the palace walkway, having tea, when all of a sudden, there was this giant SPLASH and what sounded like someone screaming...Hotohori-sama, of course, had to go charging off to the rescue. I guess he thought it was one of the harem girls or something--probably from the scream. Actually, it was one of the maids who screamed--she saw Tamahome fall into the pond, I guess. Good thing for her, then, because I don't think he even realized he was IN the pond until Hotohori-sama and I fished him out.
Actually, I was the one who fished him out. ^_^ Now, I know the importance of letting emperors have their daring rescues and all, but Tamahome was floating pretty far out, and I had this image of Hotohori going into that murky water, getting seaweed all over his robes and in his hair...ick. So, I rolled up my sleeves, tugged off the heavier layer of my skirts, and dove right in after him. Ahhh, poor Tama-chan. He was just lying there on his back, floating along...I guess he fell in,didn't have the energy to crawl back out again, so he just lay down on the top of the water, stared up at the sky... Gods, he's in bad shape. Afterwards, after Hotohori-sama went back to his chambers to change or brush his hair or do whatever it is he does all afternoon, I stayed with Tamahome, kept the fire going while he laid there and shivered in his bed. Baka. I told him (when he seemed mostly conscious, of course) that he should get away from court for awhile, go find something to keep his mind off things...and, I think he's considering it. He mumbled something about a village looking for protection, o-ka-neeeee...and then, ZONK, he was out again. Baaaka. ^_^
You know, it's kind of strange...but more and more, I find myself wondering what Miaka might be doing back in her world. Did she get rid of that fever? Is she healthy? Eating enough (or too much)? Getting strong again? Is she coming back soon?
Gods, listen to me. I'm as bad as they are.
But, I do hope she comes back soon. Annoying or not...an idiot or not...Miaka made everything brighter. You gotta give her credit for that.
I'll write again later--they're expecting me at the harem in a few minutes. Ja!
-Nuriko
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Entry: 7
Day: 18
Time: Late morning
Tamahome left today. Even though I'm glad he's finding something to keep his mind off Miaka...my life's all the more empty now that he's gone. Ne, what's happened to me? I've spent most of the last ten years of my life basically alone, and now suddenly I find a few friends, and I turn into some needy little weakling? Gnaaaaaaaah... (Hai, journal-chan. Another exasperated sigh. ^_^ ) Hotohori-sama's been very busy with his duties lately, too, which means that I don't see him all that much...so, guess what? Looks like I'm alone again...at least until Miaka comes back. I was naive to think that something so right would last for long, I guess...but, ne, it felt good having people to care for again. Miaka! Damn you, come back! Siiiiiiigh. You're annoying as hell when you're around...but, you're even more annoying when you're NOT here. So, ne, come back!
I'm really pathetic. -.-;;
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Entry: 8
Day: 20
Time: Who caaaares. -.-
Ugh. I've been lying in bed for the past six hours. I just can't find the energy to get up...even just to go to the harem, tell them I'm sick. I sent all my maids away. They were bugging the hell out of me, clamoring around and chirping in my ear, "Korin-sama, can I get you some water?" "Korin-sama, let me fluff your pillows for you!" "Korin-sama, would you like some steamed rice to settle your stomach?" Gaaaaah. My maids drive me crazy sometimes. I miss the days when I lived without them a lot...even more these days. I miss just being normal...the gender doesn't matter. Normal boy, normal girl...anything is fine with me. I just want to be a normal SOMETHING again.
Gomen. I'll stop whining. Suzaku knows I have more than enough to whine about already, anyway. I'm sick...very, very sick. It's funny, but I can't remember the last time I was this sick...or felt this much like ANYTHING would be better if it meant a relief from the pain... Ugh, and it's not even pain. I don't know what it is...it's that gnarling, rolling sensation in my stomach, that fear that if I move so much as an inch away from this bed I'm going to throw up all over the place...ick. Gomen ne. That wasn't a very nice visual, was it? Hehe.
Anyway. It started early this morning, just after I woke up...and it's been going strong ever since. It's nice and peaceful now that I've finally gotten those damned maids out of here...but, it's also a lot duller. Lonelier, too, I think. Writing, at least, gives me something to focus on...even if it is just my own misery. ^_^
I hope this isn't one of those week-long things. Uggggh. Just the thought of spending another HOUR like this makes me want to throw up...but, another week? Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh...!
It's funny how weak I feel when I'm sick...and not just physically, either. It's like...like I suddenly revert to this weak little child, and all I can think of is wanting to crawl into my mother's bed, let her hold me and comfort me and put a cool rag on my head...pretty pathetic, ne? Wishing for my mother at this age...eh, but that's what happens when I'm sick. Maybe that's why I hate being sick so much. It makes me lose control...and, someone like me can't afford to lose control very often. Or ever.
Eh...someone's knocking on the door... Good god, it better not be one of the maids again... Chotto matte, journal-chan. I'll be back.
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It was Hotohori-sama. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
He heard I was sick from one of the maids...and, gods, he came to see me. He actually came to see me...because, he was worried. Good god. I think I'm still shaking. I really didn't want him to see me this way...and I really, REALLY didn't want to have to deal with feelings like that when I was already feeling fragile and weak and...aggggggh, it was horrible. Why does he have to be so caring? Why can't he just blow me off or tell me to go to hell or something? Gods, that would be so much easier...ugh. I feel even sicker now.
I think I'm going to try to get some sleep. Not that it'll be pleasant sleep. I hate that about being sick...even through sleep, I can't escape. I have terrible, painful dreams, I wake up every hour or so...it's just...just agony. And, you know what's the worst part? All I want is for Hotohori-sama to come back in here and to just...just hold me. Silly, ne? But, I just feel so...so weak...and sick...and out of control...I just want someone strong there to hold onto...that's all.
But, ne...the crossdressing freaks don't get that luxury, do they? Too bad.
I'll try to write later, if I'm feeling any better. If not...well, you might not hear from Nuriko-san for awhile. Ugh.
-Nuriko
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Entry: 9
Day: 27
Time: Early morning
I'm...still...sick...ugh.
Looking over the days of my life, I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever had such a miserable, horrible week. It feels like I've been lying in this bed for the last ten years of my life...actually, it's been...god, eight days. Ack. A few palace doctors have been in to see me...I couldn't let them examine me TOO closely, of course, considering my...uh...situation...but, all of them said the same thing anyway. Damn you, Tamahome. Journal-chan, you can't see me...but I'm lying on my side on the bed, shaking my fist at the ceiling--that's for Tama-chan. Urgggh. I didn't even notice it at the time...but when I fished him out of that pond, some damn bug or fish or something bit me on the shoulder. There's just a little bump there, now, but every doctor that's been in to see me said that that's probably why I'm so sick, that the bug or fish or whatever was carrying some kind of sickness with it or...agh, I don't even care how I got this anymore. I just want it to go awaaaaaaaay.
Taaaaaama. Grr.
But...I'm starting to feel a little better, actually...and stronger. Not that I wasn't strong, even when I was sick--but I'm feeling more like myself this morning...less like that damn little kid who just wants to be held and taken care of. Actually, I have been taken care of--and well. Hotohori-sama's had his own personal maids keeping an eye on me these past few days...and I appreciate it, of course...but, it's just not what I want. Yeah, it's nice to have someone there who'll bring me water and empty out my bucket and maybe even give me a little pat on the shoulder every once in awhile...but, gods, that's not what I want! I want someone who's there because they WANT to be there...not because Hotohori-sama told them to. I want someone who'll talk to me...someone who actually cares...urgh.
Gomen ne. I'm talking crazy again. -.-;;
I guess being sick just reminds me of how lonely I am. Anyway. I think I'm gonna ring the little bell beside the bed, get one of the maids to bring me something small to eat. I haven't eaten anything solid for eight days...and most of what I have eaten...well, it hasn't stayed put very well, let's say. ^_^ Anyway. I'll spare you the gruesome details. Hopefully, I'll feel better soon...if not...Tama-chan, I'm going to hunt you down and drown you, you stupid damned baaaaaaaaka. I PROMISE you.
Ja ne, journal-chan. I'm bored and hungry and cranky...so, who knows, I might write again, if only to complain some more. It feels nice to just be able to whine like this. ^_^
-Nuriko
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*Author's Note: More to come soon. :):) Let me know what you think...t'will make the writing so much more gratifying. *sniffle* ^_^.
Day: 15
Time: Late Afternoon
Uuuuuuuugh, I'm exhausted. Tamahome wandered too close to the pond today, fell in and nearly drowned himself. Hehe. It was kind of funny, actually...Hotohori-sama and I were sitting outside on the edge of the palace walkway, having tea, when all of a sudden, there was this giant SPLASH and what sounded like someone screaming...Hotohori-sama, of course, had to go charging off to the rescue. I guess he thought it was one of the harem girls or something--probably from the scream. Actually, it was one of the maids who screamed--she saw Tamahome fall into the pond, I guess. Good thing for her, then, because I don't think he even realized he was IN the pond until Hotohori-sama and I fished him out.
Actually, I was the one who fished him out. ^_^ Now, I know the importance of letting emperors have their daring rescues and all, but Tamahome was floating pretty far out, and I had this image of Hotohori going into that murky water, getting seaweed all over his robes and in his hair...ick. So, I rolled up my sleeves, tugged off the heavier layer of my skirts, and dove right in after him. Ahhh, poor Tama-chan. He was just lying there on his back, floating along...I guess he fell in,didn't have the energy to crawl back out again, so he just lay down on the top of the water, stared up at the sky... Gods, he's in bad shape. Afterwards, after Hotohori-sama went back to his chambers to change or brush his hair or do whatever it is he does all afternoon, I stayed with Tamahome, kept the fire going while he laid there and shivered in his bed. Baka. I told him (when he seemed mostly conscious, of course) that he should get away from court for awhile, go find something to keep his mind off things...and, I think he's considering it. He mumbled something about a village looking for protection, o-ka-neeeee...and then, ZONK, he was out again. Baaaka. ^_^
You know, it's kind of strange...but more and more, I find myself wondering what Miaka might be doing back in her world. Did she get rid of that fever? Is she healthy? Eating enough (or too much)? Getting strong again? Is she coming back soon?
Gods, listen to me. I'm as bad as they are.
But, I do hope she comes back soon. Annoying or not...an idiot or not...Miaka made everything brighter. You gotta give her credit for that.
I'll write again later--they're expecting me at the harem in a few minutes. Ja!
-Nuriko
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Entry: 7
Day: 18
Time: Late morning
Tamahome left today. Even though I'm glad he's finding something to keep his mind off Miaka...my life's all the more empty now that he's gone. Ne, what's happened to me? I've spent most of the last ten years of my life basically alone, and now suddenly I find a few friends, and I turn into some needy little weakling? Gnaaaaaaaah... (Hai, journal-chan. Another exasperated sigh. ^_^ ) Hotohori-sama's been very busy with his duties lately, too, which means that I don't see him all that much...so, guess what? Looks like I'm alone again...at least until Miaka comes back. I was naive to think that something so right would last for long, I guess...but, ne, it felt good having people to care for again. Miaka! Damn you, come back! Siiiiiiigh. You're annoying as hell when you're around...but, you're even more annoying when you're NOT here. So, ne, come back!
I'm really pathetic. -.-;;
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Entry: 8
Day: 20
Time: Who caaaares. -.-
Ugh. I've been lying in bed for the past six hours. I just can't find the energy to get up...even just to go to the harem, tell them I'm sick. I sent all my maids away. They were bugging the hell out of me, clamoring around and chirping in my ear, "Korin-sama, can I get you some water?" "Korin-sama, let me fluff your pillows for you!" "Korin-sama, would you like some steamed rice to settle your stomach?" Gaaaaah. My maids drive me crazy sometimes. I miss the days when I lived without them a lot...even more these days. I miss just being normal...the gender doesn't matter. Normal boy, normal girl...anything is fine with me. I just want to be a normal SOMETHING again.
Gomen. I'll stop whining. Suzaku knows I have more than enough to whine about already, anyway. I'm sick...very, very sick. It's funny, but I can't remember the last time I was this sick...or felt this much like ANYTHING would be better if it meant a relief from the pain... Ugh, and it's not even pain. I don't know what it is...it's that gnarling, rolling sensation in my stomach, that fear that if I move so much as an inch away from this bed I'm going to throw up all over the place...ick. Gomen ne. That wasn't a very nice visual, was it? Hehe.
Anyway. It started early this morning, just after I woke up...and it's been going strong ever since. It's nice and peaceful now that I've finally gotten those damned maids out of here...but, it's also a lot duller. Lonelier, too, I think. Writing, at least, gives me something to focus on...even if it is just my own misery. ^_^
I hope this isn't one of those week-long things. Uggggh. Just the thought of spending another HOUR like this makes me want to throw up...but, another week? Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh...!
It's funny how weak I feel when I'm sick...and not just physically, either. It's like...like I suddenly revert to this weak little child, and all I can think of is wanting to crawl into my mother's bed, let her hold me and comfort me and put a cool rag on my head...pretty pathetic, ne? Wishing for my mother at this age...eh, but that's what happens when I'm sick. Maybe that's why I hate being sick so much. It makes me lose control...and, someone like me can't afford to lose control very often. Or ever.
Eh...someone's knocking on the door... Good god, it better not be one of the maids again... Chotto matte, journal-chan. I'll be back.
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It was Hotohori-sama. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
He heard I was sick from one of the maids...and, gods, he came to see me. He actually came to see me...because, he was worried. Good god. I think I'm still shaking. I really didn't want him to see me this way...and I really, REALLY didn't want to have to deal with feelings like that when I was already feeling fragile and weak and...aggggggh, it was horrible. Why does he have to be so caring? Why can't he just blow me off or tell me to go to hell or something? Gods, that would be so much easier...ugh. I feel even sicker now.
I think I'm going to try to get some sleep. Not that it'll be pleasant sleep. I hate that about being sick...even through sleep, I can't escape. I have terrible, painful dreams, I wake up every hour or so...it's just...just agony. And, you know what's the worst part? All I want is for Hotohori-sama to come back in here and to just...just hold me. Silly, ne? But, I just feel so...so weak...and sick...and out of control...I just want someone strong there to hold onto...that's all.
But, ne...the crossdressing freaks don't get that luxury, do they? Too bad.
I'll try to write later, if I'm feeling any better. If not...well, you might not hear from Nuriko-san for awhile. Ugh.
-Nuriko
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Entry: 9
Day: 27
Time: Early morning
I'm...still...sick...ugh.
Looking over the days of my life, I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever had such a miserable, horrible week. It feels like I've been lying in this bed for the last ten years of my life...actually, it's been...god, eight days. Ack. A few palace doctors have been in to see me...I couldn't let them examine me TOO closely, of course, considering my...uh...situation...but, all of them said the same thing anyway. Damn you, Tamahome. Journal-chan, you can't see me...but I'm lying on my side on the bed, shaking my fist at the ceiling--that's for Tama-chan. Urgggh. I didn't even notice it at the time...but when I fished him out of that pond, some damn bug or fish or something bit me on the shoulder. There's just a little bump there, now, but every doctor that's been in to see me said that that's probably why I'm so sick, that the bug or fish or whatever was carrying some kind of sickness with it or...agh, I don't even care how I got this anymore. I just want it to go awaaaaaaaay.
Taaaaaama. Grr.
But...I'm starting to feel a little better, actually...and stronger. Not that I wasn't strong, even when I was sick--but I'm feeling more like myself this morning...less like that damn little kid who just wants to be held and taken care of. Actually, I have been taken care of--and well. Hotohori-sama's had his own personal maids keeping an eye on me these past few days...and I appreciate it, of course...but, it's just not what I want. Yeah, it's nice to have someone there who'll bring me water and empty out my bucket and maybe even give me a little pat on the shoulder every once in awhile...but, gods, that's not what I want! I want someone who's there because they WANT to be there...not because Hotohori-sama told them to. I want someone who'll talk to me...someone who actually cares...urgh.
Gomen ne. I'm talking crazy again. -.-;;
I guess being sick just reminds me of how lonely I am. Anyway. I think I'm gonna ring the little bell beside the bed, get one of the maids to bring me something small to eat. I haven't eaten anything solid for eight days...and most of what I have eaten...well, it hasn't stayed put very well, let's say. ^_^ Anyway. I'll spare you the gruesome details. Hopefully, I'll feel better soon...if not...Tama-chan, I'm going to hunt you down and drown you, you stupid damned baaaaaaaaka. I PROMISE you.
Ja ne, journal-chan. I'm bored and hungry and cranky...so, who knows, I might write again, if only to complain some more. It feels nice to just be able to whine like this. ^_^
-Nuriko
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*Author's Note: More to come soon. :):) Let me know what you think...t'will make the writing so much more gratifying. *sniffle* ^_^.