Chapter three. Yeah I've got it done!! And once again I don't own Fushigi Yugi.
Not yet anyway. = ^ . ^ =
Chichiri-
"Ow ow ow owww no da!!!"
The sound of my foot connecting with a large unknown object, brings up the only words that have been shared between Mitsukake and I since the sun went down.
"It sounds as though you may have broken toe Chichiri." Mitsukake comments as I grab my injured foot, scowling under my mask.
//This is ridiculous// I think //We march half way across the desert without finding anything, and I have the bad luck to trip over this..//
"Tessan?" I say, pulling the cause of my pain out from the sand. "Tasuki's tessan?"
"If Tasuki's tessan is here, then he can't be far away." Mitsukake says
"I should feel them though. I should feel their ki's if there that close."
A sickening thought enters my head, and I slowly pull off my mask before facing Mitsukake.
"Unless they've weakened so much that their ki's are almost unreadable."
Tasuki-
The painted freak's getting closer. I made it across the dune I'd just come down from, and tried sprinting west. Not that I really have any idea where I'm going, damn desert all looks alike to me, but one of his doubles cut me off before I got far.
Remember when I said this freak's clam couldn't scare me? Well I wasn't lying; his clam's about as scary as Koji, his headdress feathers just happen to be terrifying the hell out of me.
Four of them twist around me, shooting past and blocking my way, one of them smacks across my face, drawing blood and throwing me down.
"Shit!" I growl hitting the sand, back peddling away from the feathers.
"You are making this rather interesting for me." A dozen Seriyuus say, all talking at once. "But couldn't you run faster without him?" One of the headdress feathers weaves closer to Chiriko.
I growl and push the kid behind me. He's conscious, I think, but still sick as hell.
"Seriyuu trash!!"
"Name calling." He scoffs smiling. "How childish and yet completely expected from you."
The feathers regroup, and sail towards me. I throw myself left, dragging Chiriko with me.
Chiriko-
I spit out a mouth full of sand, and try pushing my upper body up to get a better view of what's happening.
"Gods damn it!!" I hear Tasuki yell.
//Helpless Doukun// The voice comments, and the small black characters that followed me begin to swirl together blackening my vision.
"No." I mumble, swatting them away.
There are so many of him, this man. Am I seeing things? I fight to keep my head up, and weakly swat the characters back again.
Why would there be so many of him?
"I am Tomo."
He's talking.
"Tomo of the Seriyuu Seishi."
Wait, what's that? I rub my eyes and fighting to keep them open. The double, the double directly across from me.
"Did you enjoy my illusion?"
Something's different about it.
"It was one of my greatest masterpieces."
The painted double across from me smiles with the rest of them, it's face painted in blue, indigo and gold just like the rest of them, his eyes cold just like the rest of them.
//Helpless//
"I'm not." I say the words tripping over one another and running together.
Think Doukun, think you've got to- no, wait. I'm not Doukun, not here. I'm Chiriko.
Something in its hand, something small, white.
"T-The clam." I stutter out "Tasuki-san, the one-, the clam- you have too."
//So weak//
Something shoots by my face, turns and starts to come back.
"The CLAM!!"
Tasuki-
"What!?"
I grab the kid and push him down, narrowly missing the feathers as they come back for another attack.
"Chiriko, Chiriko what are you talking about?" I ask shaking him, trying to make him stay awake. "Chiriko!"
His hand moves away from me, pointing at one of the freaks.
"That one." He murmurs. "He's got a clam, it's the clam."
I look over to the double across from us, dodging the feathers again as they sail by. The one he points to is holding something. Kind'a looks like a sake cup from here.
"Tasuki-san you have- break -he's the first.' Chiriko stutters out again.
This freak's the only one with a clam. That's the original freak?
The feathers stay a safe distance away, waiting. I have to break the clam, but I can't leave the kid.
The freak's head leans back, jerk doesn't deserve to be named, and he laughs, ready to try and run the two of us through.
OK Tasuki, you better do something now.
I grab a hand full of sand, and pitch it straight into his eyes. The wussy shrieks, and jerks to the side just as I rush toward him.
Maybe I'll get lucky, and only one of us will end up dead.
Mitsukake-
"Chichiri, I see them."
Tasuki-
I miss the shell, but manage to slam my fist right into his face, hey got to take what you can get. The impact pulls me right over him, and onto the ground.
"You fool." I hear his snarl.
"Damn right." I reply, still on the ground, but smiling at my handy work. "Looks like you've got a nice smashed in nose to add to your f***ed up face job."
The punch to the face must have broken his concentration or something, because the painted freak circus now only has one member.
"For someone that just had the upper hand, you sure turned out to be a pathetic opponent you loser."
His hand rises to his nose, gingerly touching the wound, his fingers coming away with blood.
The feathers whirl, swishing back and forth dangerously before coming to a stop on either side of him, he's pissed
"A very grave mistake Suzaku." He growls the feathers snapping tight, pointing at me like a pair of fangs.
Well I can see a bright side to this. At least I'm not going to die by drowning.
I brace myself for the hit, and watch as they real back, twist, and head straight for Chiriko.
Chichiri-
One day, when this is all over, I think I may make a visit to Mt.Taikyoku, and apologize to Taiitsukun for every time I ever complained about practicing my shielding spell.
I was a stone throws reach from them when I saw Tasuki charge at the man that's must be the unknown ki I've been feeling. Got closer as he scoffed and yell insults, then heard him cry out as the figure turned to attack Chiriko.
I can honestly say I've never teleported so fast, no da.
Mitsukake-
Chichiri disappears from in front of me, the red light of his shield spell telling me where. I in turn run to Tasuki.
My ed haired companion is panicking. Slipping in the sand as he fights to regain his bearings, swearing through all of it. I run to his side pulling him up, and then holding him back as he makes every effort to push me away.
"Damn it Mitsukake let go of me." He bellows. "Chiriko-."
"Chichiri's shielding him." I say. "Let me heal you."
"No." He snaps finally succeeding in pulling away from me, and almost falling in the process. "You can't heal me till you heal Chiriko."
"Tasuki, you're body is hurting badly from the sun, you need to be helped."
"That kid's a hell of a lot sicker then I am."
He manages to regain his footing, standing on his own.
"Now just tell me that one of you has my tessan."
Chichiri-
The Seriyuu attacks my shield, calling up everything from vines to the very desert around us in his attempts to break through.
We have to move, his attacks are very powerful, and I don't know if the spell can take much more.
"REKKA SHIEN!!" Fire shoots past him, slamming into my shield but drawing away the Seriyuu's attack.
"Tasuki, watch where you're aiming no da!"
He ignores me, stumbling forward, his hand wrapped securely around his tessan.
"Going after the kid." He growls out. "Was a very bad idea, you sick psycho."
"Rekkkaaaaaaaaa-"
I turn away from him, bending down, and lifting Chiriko up. His skin is hot to the touch, and he mumbles nonsense as I carry him over to Mitsuakke.
I hope that young hot head can hold off the enemy for a little longer.
Tasuki-
The kid. Damn it, he went after the kid!! Bastard, I'll burn him to cinders.
"Four against one I see," Tomo says. Smiling, still Gods damn smiling at us. "I thought the Suzaku were suppose to be known for their fairness."
I'm really glad I broke his nose.
"Not that it matters." He continues, rubbing the clam. "You see as I've said, I have a rather important meeting with Suzako no Miko and her lover. I don't have time to be playing these games."
"You mean you're backing out because you're losing." I yell. Aww hell, please tell me the desert isn't spinning again.
"I must be going now." He says smirking. "I do hope to see you again, pretty red head."
"PRETTY WHAT!!"
Chiriko-
It's warm, but not the way the sun was, burning my skin and hurting my eyes. No, this warmth is comforting, purging the weakness from inside of me.
//You really think your weakness can be destroyed that easily Doukun?// The voice asks, still dull, still toneless.
But Doukun isn't here, and Chiriko will not listen.
Mitsukake-
The Seriyuu is gone, vanished completely from the desert. I can only hope he will stay gone.
With the enemy gone, Tasuki, come scrambling back, slipping and practically crawling as he makes his way back to us.
"Chiriko." He stumbles out. "Chiriko, is he ok? Did you heal him?
"He's fine Tasuki. Now sit." I order pulling the bandit down.
"But he's, he's not-"
"He's resting, the same thing you should be doing no da."
"But what-" He struggles to stand again.
"Tonight you sleep." I say forcefully pushing him back down. "Tomorrow I heal you."
"But Miaka and Tama-."
"Tomorrow no da." Chichiri says. "Tomorrow we find Miaka ki, and then find them.
Smiling good-naturedly, Chichiri shifts Chiriko over to me before reclaiming his staff.
"Don't forget, she has Tamahome with her too no da."
"Great." Tasuki grumbles. "Just great, we're leaving the fate of the entire county to Tama. We're all screwed."
"I'll teleport us out of the desert no da. We should be able to find an inn around the border." Chichiri's power spreads out as he speaks, the red light sliding around each of our bodies.
"Hey Chichiri." I hear Tasuki say, a grin spreading over his face, as I feel the desert leaving from under my feet. "You should have seen the look on that freaks face when I broke his nose. Nuriko would a loved it.
A/N.
I just want to give a thank you to: Kyra apalmer1@mctcnet.net, Ruyen, Meg, Mew01803 mew_the_magical_pokemon@post.com, and Samuraiheart for reading and reviewing my fic. Oh, and one quick thing. The first person who ever reviewed this story pointed out that I had made two spelling errors, which I thought were kind of important to the story. The problem was that I was so new and nervous about how to use my account, that I couldn't figure out how to edit, and just removed the story instead re-posting it later. Unfortunately that removed that review, and I couldn't remember the reviewer's pen name. So what I'm getting to here, is just a thank you to that person as well.