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Disclaimer: I still don't own FY. It is still not mine. If I owned it, then I would not have to write a disclaimer! Therefor, i do not have any right to say it is mine! BWAHAHA! Er, gomen.
This fic is Yaoi/Shonen ai--possibly lime-ish in later chapters. Yaoi is a MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIP AS IN TASUKI/NURIKO KISSING, MAKING OUT, ETC! Thank you.
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Nuriko sneezed, something he was in the habit of doing when he was drunk. Not that he was, but it was nice to pretend. He'd gotten very good at pretending. Was that a good thing? Hai, hai, sou desu. How stupid to think otherwise. People hate you when you don't dance the dance and play they game.
The walk back to the palace was nice, a bit chilly, but nice. There was enough alcohol in his system so that the cold didn't bother him very much.
"What am I going to do...."
The question had seemed much more pressing before the failed summoning of Suzaku. However, it was still something to think about. Nuriko gave a small, exasperated grunt and folded his arms over his chest.
"What AM I going to do...."
After it was over...there was no way he could stay at the palace. That would be too awkward. He couldn't go home, not after "dishonoring" his family so much...and the thought of living out the rest of his miserable life as a hermit or something was not very appealing. Maybe he could just start a little business-not in the capital but maybe in another, smaller city. And farming was always a possibility, but buying the land would be difficult and as much as he hated to admit it, Nuriko knew next to nothing about farming.
"Maybe I'll become a bandit..."
A small giggle escaped his lips at the thought of himself running around doing bandit-ish things with Tasuki. Not like the fact that Tasuki was a bandit had anything to do with it-he was just a baka! A bishonen-no not bishonen! Not bishonen at all....
"Stupid, you love Hotohori-sama. Stop thinking about him like that! Even if heika doesn't love you back, you still love him! Hai! You do!" Nuriko stomped his foot to emphasize his point.
"Kourin deserves the best, and the best is Hotohori."
She deserves the best....
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Disclaimer: I still don't own FY. It is still not mine. If I owned it, then I would not have to write a disclaimer! Therefor, i do not have any right to say it is mine! BWAHAHA! Er, gomen.
This fic is Yaoi/Shonen ai--possibly lime-ish in later chapters. Yaoi is a MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIP AS IN TASUKI/NURIKO KISSING, MAKING OUT, ETC! Thank you.
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Nuriko sneezed, something he was in the habit of doing when he was drunk. Not that he was, but it was nice to pretend. He'd gotten very good at pretending. Was that a good thing? Hai, hai, sou desu. How stupid to think otherwise. People hate you when you don't dance the dance and play they game.
The walk back to the palace was nice, a bit chilly, but nice. There was enough alcohol in his system so that the cold didn't bother him very much.
"What am I going to do...."
The question had seemed much more pressing before the failed summoning of Suzaku. However, it was still something to think about. Nuriko gave a small, exasperated grunt and folded his arms over his chest.
"What AM I going to do...."
After it was over...there was no way he could stay at the palace. That would be too awkward. He couldn't go home, not after "dishonoring" his family so much...and the thought of living out the rest of his miserable life as a hermit or something was not very appealing. Maybe he could just start a little business-not in the capital but maybe in another, smaller city. And farming was always a possibility, but buying the land would be difficult and as much as he hated to admit it, Nuriko knew next to nothing about farming.
"Maybe I'll become a bandit..."
A small giggle escaped his lips at the thought of himself running around doing bandit-ish things with Tasuki. Not like the fact that Tasuki was a bandit had anything to do with it-he was just a baka! A bishonen-no not bishonen! Not bishonen at all....
"Stupid, you love Hotohori-sama. Stop thinking about him like that! Even if heika doesn't love you back, you still love him! Hai! You do!" Nuriko stomped his foot to emphasize his point.
"Kourin deserves the best, and the best is Hotohori."
She deserves the best....
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