It had not bee easy to bear. The pain. The suffering. The humiliation. And the seashells. If only...if only...if only Tauskie hadn't been so allureing. Damn him to hell! Damn him to hell! Tamahome let forth a great burst of chi shattering what bound him to the prow of the ship-in-a-bottle and fell painfully to the glass floor. "My face!" whimpered Tamahome as he got up and tried to climb up the slick enbankment that led to freedom. But, allas, he couldn't make it to the neck of the bottle. With sudden insperiation, Tamahome ran over to the ship, scrambled aboard, grabbed a piece of tiny rigging (and he was quite glad Miaka's grandfather had bothered to take such pains in detail) and then he attacked a tiny fish hook. Why, thre was even a tiny, smelly, rotton fish on the hook. Crazed with hunger, Tamahome scarfed the sushi, even if it smelled like road kill left out for all July.

Tamahome punctured the cork with his harpoon and then bellayed himself up to the bottle neck. Of course, I'm not going to let anything GOOD happen to Tamakins (the cheating b******, so he's going to have trouble with the cork. And indeed Tamahome found that he had only pulled the cork furthur into the bottle and that he couldn't get it unstuck. What wouldn't he give for Tauskie's fan? For Tasuki? Oh that wild bandito! Crazy...like Zorro. Sexy...in a young way, so unlike a Vampire. Well, except for the fangs. Why had he damned Tasukie? Tamahome fell to the bottom of the bottle and wept.

Suddenly, as he wept heartwrenchingly (poor Tama-baby!) he heard a sound that reminded him of a banshie. "YUI HONGO! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS!" bellowed the voice, which Tamahome thought sounded alot like Miaka. Suddenly a great hand swept down on his bottle and picked it up. One minute Tamahome was safe inside a glass bottle on a table, the next he was flying through the air in a glass bottle and a ship was crushing his head. Then he hit the wall, was brutally punctured by glass shards, and fell onto the desk, returned to normal human size.

"Tamahome?!"

"M-Miaka..."

"Tamahome?!"

"M-Miaka..."

"Tamahome?!"

"M-Miaka..."

"Tamahome?!"

"M-Miaka..."

"Tamahome?!"

"M-Miaka..."

"Tamahome?!"

"M-Miaka..."

Yui suddenly came into the room. "I miss you Miaka..." she whimpered.

"YOU broke up with ME five MINUTES ago! Not five MONTHS!" snapped Miaka.

"What- what about our child?" sniffed Yui.

"You have a child?" shreiked Tamahome.

"We adopted from a program set up to aid unfortunate and impovrished parentless children from third world countries and nations recently racked by war and strife. It was founded by some kindly Duke of the Ocean. Bambi I think was his name." Yui rattled off the information and snapped her fingers at Tamahome.

"What about us?!" cried Tamahome at Miaka.

"We girls just wanna have fun, don't we Yu-Yu-chan?" smiled Miaka coyly.

"ESKIMO KISS!" crowed Yui.

Tamahome tried to crawl under a desk and hide. Suddenly a face was pokeing out at him.

"CHICHIRI?!" asked Tamahome.

"Of course no da!" grinned the catfaced man.

"How are things in the book world?" asked Tamahome.

"Well, Miaka squished everyone. Thats about that. But I came here to rescue you no-da!"

"Why?"

"Cus I just luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv you!"

Tamahome gulped. "You-You do?"

"Yup no-da!"

"Well lets go get it on lover boy!" grinned Tamahome. "Say.." he added in a lower tone. "Could you do that whole impersonation thing? I haven't gotten over Tauskie's death yet.

"Anything no-da!"

Miaka and Yui stared in disbelife as Chichiri and Tamahome shooed them out of the room.