************Chapter Seventeen**********
********Love In It's Fullest**********
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As he looked down upon her, he thought about the last few days. They
had given Nakago and the Seiryuu a royal beating, discovered the Eighth
Warrior, and summoned Suzaku. So much to go through in only a week...
And then there was her. He had been the one to get to her before
everyone else, when the smoke had cleared and they had seen her lying
unconscious on the altar. He had been the one to carry her to her rooms
and watch as Mitsukake examined her. 'She will sleep,' he had said.
'She will sleep.'
He affectionately brushed a lock of hair off of her face. She stirred
as his fingers brushed her cheek. Then her eyes opened, and the sleep
was done. Nousatsu looked up at him.
"How long have I been out?"
Tasuki smiled. It was always duty first with her. "Two days."
Her eyes widened. Without a word, she rose and pushed him out the door.
Tasuki stood out side her door, only slightly confused. He got all his
answers when she rushed out dressed in her usual black outfit.
When he didn't follow, she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Come on.
I have three wishes to make."
She burst into Hotohori's throne room at top speed. The Emperor was at
his maps again, his mister of war close by. He looked up from his work
and bid Nousatsu a good morning.
"Oh, good morning. Where's Miaka?"
"I believe she is in her room. It still is a little early for her."
Hotohori responded, bewildered.
She left the room as quickly as she had entered. Hotohori took Tasuki
aside.
"Does she always act like a tornado? And why is she wearing men's
clothing?"
Tasuki smiled. "No, not normally. But you haven't met the real
Nousatsu. Her father is the leader of another mountain gang, and he
raised her to be his successor. She can fight, swear, drink, and ride
better than I can, but," Tasuki glanced to each side. "No one needs to
know that."
Hotohori's face lit up in understanding. He turned back to his maps and
misters. "What an interesting girl," he thought.
* * *
"Oh Miaka..."
"Oh Tamahome..."
Suddenly, the door was thrust open and Nousatsu stepped into the room.
Tamahome and Miaka looked up and blushed with embarrassment. Nousatsu
rolled her eyes and advanced on the two lovers.
"Dear Gods, this is not the time..." an annoyed Nousatsu muttered.
"Come on Miaka,"
Nousatsu pulled Tamahome off her and dragged him out the door. "There
will be time for that later, big boy."
She went back in Miaka's room, slamming the door behind her. "I just
didn't want him to raise your chi too much, that's all! Oh quit whining
and get dressed. You two can roll around later."
Still standing outside her door, Tamahome realized that he was only
slightly undressed. He made for his room as if Tasuki's tessen was
threatening to burn him raw.
********Love In It's Fullest**********
**************************************
As he looked down upon her, he thought about the last few days. They
had given Nakago and the Seiryuu a royal beating, discovered the Eighth
Warrior, and summoned Suzaku. So much to go through in only a week...
And then there was her. He had been the one to get to her before
everyone else, when the smoke had cleared and they had seen her lying
unconscious on the altar. He had been the one to carry her to her rooms
and watch as Mitsukake examined her. 'She will sleep,' he had said.
'She will sleep.'
He affectionately brushed a lock of hair off of her face. She stirred
as his fingers brushed her cheek. Then her eyes opened, and the sleep
was done. Nousatsu looked up at him.
"How long have I been out?"
Tasuki smiled. It was always duty first with her. "Two days."
Her eyes widened. Without a word, she rose and pushed him out the door.
Tasuki stood out side her door, only slightly confused. He got all his
answers when she rushed out dressed in her usual black outfit.
When he didn't follow, she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Come on.
I have three wishes to make."
She burst into Hotohori's throne room at top speed. The Emperor was at
his maps again, his mister of war close by. He looked up from his work
and bid Nousatsu a good morning.
"Oh, good morning. Where's Miaka?"
"I believe she is in her room. It still is a little early for her."
Hotohori responded, bewildered.
She left the room as quickly as she had entered. Hotohori took Tasuki
aside.
"Does she always act like a tornado? And why is she wearing men's
clothing?"
Tasuki smiled. "No, not normally. But you haven't met the real
Nousatsu. Her father is the leader of another mountain gang, and he
raised her to be his successor. She can fight, swear, drink, and ride
better than I can, but," Tasuki glanced to each side. "No one needs to
know that."
Hotohori's face lit up in understanding. He turned back to his maps and
misters. "What an interesting girl," he thought.
* * *
"Oh Miaka..."
"Oh Tamahome..."
Suddenly, the door was thrust open and Nousatsu stepped into the room.
Tamahome and Miaka looked up and blushed with embarrassment. Nousatsu
rolled her eyes and advanced on the two lovers.
"Dear Gods, this is not the time..." an annoyed Nousatsu muttered.
"Come on Miaka,"
Nousatsu pulled Tamahome off her and dragged him out the door. "There
will be time for that later, big boy."
She went back in Miaka's room, slamming the door behind her. "I just
didn't want him to raise your chi too much, that's all! Oh quit whining
and get dressed. You two can roll around later."
Still standing outside her door, Tamahome realized that he was only
slightly undressed. He made for his room as if Tasuki's tessen was
threatening to burn him raw.