************Chapter Eleven***********
************A Homecoming************
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The party of Suzaku warriors and their priestess arrived in Konan not
three days later. Nousatsu again donned another black, hooded cloak to
hide her appearance. Miaka asked her why she was concealing her
identity again, but all Nousatsu would say was:
"I have a few unwanted friends in Konan."
As they passed through the main gates, the guards seemed very
uncomfortable letting the strange, hooded character into the palace.
They eyed the "man" suspiciously, but let him pass through. After all,
the priestess had
insisted. . .
Upon entering the palace, Miaka hurried to see Hotohori. The Emperor of
Konan was probably already aware of their arrival, and she didn't want
to keep him waiting. As she hastened to the throne room, she almost
slammed into Nousatsu while turning a corner. She was still cloaked and
hooded.
"Oof! Sorry Nousatsu, I didn't see you."
Nousatsu quickly lowered her hood and helped Miaka up. "It's alright. I
suppose that I'm the one to blame, I shouldn't have been standing here.
Truth is, I don't know where to go."
"That's right," Miaka thought. She's never been here before. I should
introduce her to Hotohori, her being the Eighth Warrior and a great
help to them as well.
"Come with me," Miaka said to her, taking her arm and leading her
towards the throne room.
"Where are we going?" Nousatsu was clearly confused.
"I'm going to introduce you to the Emperor!" Miaka said happily.
"No! Not looking like this!"
Miaka stopped abruptly and slowly turned around. This was not something
that she had ever expected to hear out of Nousatsu's mouth. "I honestly
didn't think you cared,"
"Not usually, but I really hadn't expected to present myself to the
Emperor dressed like I am," Nousatsu stated crisply.
"Then go change. I will wait for you."
"Changing could pose a problem," Nousatsu started slowly. Miaka stared
at her blankly, so she continued. "I don't own any feminine clothes, or
anything like it for that matter."
"Ohhh. . . " Miaka murmured, finally understanding. "That's okay!"
"Do you think you have something for me?" Nousatsu responded
cautiously. She didn't particularly like the fashions from Miaka's
world. . .
"No. You can just go as you are!" Miaka said brightly, and proceeded to
pull Nousatsu towards the throne room.
"What!? No way, I want the Emperor to think that I'm normal, at least!"
When Miaka didn't cease to pull her towards the Emperor's rooms,
Nousatsu flipped Miaka around and said quite firmly;
"Miaka, I will wait. I will wait until I can present myself properly to
my emperor. Until then I will stay somewhere in town, alright?
Presentation is important to me, especially concerning someone in a
position that deserves power and respect. Let me do this the way I want
to."
Miaka drew back, stunned. She let Nousatsu turn around and walk away.
"I wonder when she'll come back. . ."
Tasuki walked up behind her as she watched Nousatsu ride off towards
the distant town.
"Hey Miaka, why are you staring at the village like that? You looking
for something?" He looked in the same way that Miaka was, and caught
the last glimpse of Nousatsu riding of into the distance.
"Hey! Isn't that Nousatsu? Where is she going? What happened?!"
"Tasuki, she just wants to make a good impression, so she went to the village to
get new clothes, that's all. Stop flipping out, okay?" Miaka walked towards her room.
************A Homecoming************
*************************************
The party of Suzaku warriors and their priestess arrived in Konan not
three days later. Nousatsu again donned another black, hooded cloak to
hide her appearance. Miaka asked her why she was concealing her
identity again, but all Nousatsu would say was:
"I have a few unwanted friends in Konan."
As they passed through the main gates, the guards seemed very
uncomfortable letting the strange, hooded character into the palace.
They eyed the "man" suspiciously, but let him pass through. After all,
the priestess had
insisted. . .
Upon entering the palace, Miaka hurried to see Hotohori. The Emperor of
Konan was probably already aware of their arrival, and she didn't want
to keep him waiting. As she hastened to the throne room, she almost
slammed into Nousatsu while turning a corner. She was still cloaked and
hooded.
"Oof! Sorry Nousatsu, I didn't see you."
Nousatsu quickly lowered her hood and helped Miaka up. "It's alright. I
suppose that I'm the one to blame, I shouldn't have been standing here.
Truth is, I don't know where to go."
"That's right," Miaka thought. She's never been here before. I should
introduce her to Hotohori, her being the Eighth Warrior and a great
help to them as well.
"Come with me," Miaka said to her, taking her arm and leading her
towards the throne room.
"Where are we going?" Nousatsu was clearly confused.
"I'm going to introduce you to the Emperor!" Miaka said happily.
"No! Not looking like this!"
Miaka stopped abruptly and slowly turned around. This was not something
that she had ever expected to hear out of Nousatsu's mouth. "I honestly
didn't think you cared,"
"Not usually, but I really hadn't expected to present myself to the
Emperor dressed like I am," Nousatsu stated crisply.
"Then go change. I will wait for you."
"Changing could pose a problem," Nousatsu started slowly. Miaka stared
at her blankly, so she continued. "I don't own any feminine clothes, or
anything like it for that matter."
"Ohhh. . . " Miaka murmured, finally understanding. "That's okay!"
"Do you think you have something for me?" Nousatsu responded
cautiously. She didn't particularly like the fashions from Miaka's
world. . .
"No. You can just go as you are!" Miaka said brightly, and proceeded to
pull Nousatsu towards the throne room.
"What!? No way, I want the Emperor to think that I'm normal, at least!"
When Miaka didn't cease to pull her towards the Emperor's rooms,
Nousatsu flipped Miaka around and said quite firmly;
"Miaka, I will wait. I will wait until I can present myself properly to
my emperor. Until then I will stay somewhere in town, alright?
Presentation is important to me, especially concerning someone in a
position that deserves power and respect. Let me do this the way I want
to."
Miaka drew back, stunned. She let Nousatsu turn around and walk away.
"I wonder when she'll come back. . ."
Tasuki walked up behind her as she watched Nousatsu ride off towards
the distant town.
"Hey Miaka, why are you staring at the village like that? You looking
for something?" He looked in the same way that Miaka was, and caught
the last glimpse of Nousatsu riding of into the distance.
"Hey! Isn't that Nousatsu? Where is she going? What happened?!"
"Tasuki, she just wants to make a good impression, so she went to the village to
get new clothes, that's all. Stop flipping out, okay?" Miaka walked towards her room.