Poisoning the Past
Here it is, part two of ETM. This is for all of you Chichiri/Miaka fans out there!
~¤~Prologue~¤~
"Why the hell can't you walk!?" Tasuki cussed as Nuriko's braid slapped him across the face.....for the fifth time.
"Aww... You wouldn't make a poor helpless lady like me walk,would you?" Nuriko whined.
"Like hell you're a lady!" Tasuki scowled, "Next time I'm gonna burn all of that hair off!"
"Do that and I'll break your arm!" Nuriko shot back. Chichiri and Miaka laughed, Miaka leaned contently against Chichiri. She then suddenly sat up.
"Oh Kami-sama..." She whispered.
"Nani, no da?" Chichiri asked, concerned.
"Tamahome's family... What are we going to tell his family?" Miaka covered her mouth with her hands, "What will I tell Yuiren-chan?"
"Oh Suzaku..." Nuriko moaned.
"Suzaku-sama...." Chichiri echoed.
"How about we get the hell to Konan first and ask Hotohori?" Tasuki asked, "He's the emperor after a-ow!" Nuriko's braid smacked him, again. Tasuki reached for his tessen.
"REKKA SHIN-en" Tasuki burned the ribbon holding Nuriko's hair.
"Next time it'll be the hair!" Tasuki warned. Nuriko reached over and bent Tasuki's little finger the wrong way.
"Itai!" Tasuki shouted.
"Next time it'll be your whole arm." Nuriko warned.
Miaka just kept staring straight ahead.
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They arrived at the palace.
"Well, Hotohori-sama.... I've taken care of the Seiryuu no Miko for you." Miaka forced a small smile.
And here it is, prologue of PTP. Here due to two demands.