Disclaimer: Dude…none of you ACTUALLY think I own the FY cast, do you? In all honesty, I don't even own a single copy of any of the volumes in the series. So I don't own them thankyouverymuch. Please have SOME compassion; my first FY fic. Co-written by myself, Tekio, and Saiku. (you don't know them; you're not supposed to). ^_^
Warnings: Uh…are there any? ^_^;;; We'll just fill this space with…um…NO DA! ^_^;;;;; Well, actually…Chiriko is…damaged…mentally in this fic. **hiding** DON'T HURT US! PLEASE!!! We're innocent…maybe.
Authors' Notes: ;.; Dangit, why am I listening to Mizu Kagami? ;.; **gets a tissue** Anyway…I really don't have a whole lot to say. My first ever FY fic; please don't flame. **puppy dog eyes** Tekio thinks it's funny; so does Saiku; so do I…Lynnaya **our only OUTSIDE reader** thought it was funny. I hope ya'll enjoy it, but I'm only putting up part of it. You want the rest? You have the responsibility as a reader to tell us whether you like it or not. If enough people like it, we'll post the rest. Sound simple? ^_^ It is! I talk too much; on with the fic.
"Alright…what's in this room Tamahome?" Chiriko asked, pointed to a closed door.
"Let's find out!" He replied cheerfully. As the door swung open, the troop started into the yawning black abyss. They entered.
"Uh…Home? Where's the light? Or do I get to use my friend on this room?"
"NO!" Tamahome yelled. "No…Tasuki, that's okay. There's a lightbulb…"
"Well, how do they work?" Hotohori asked. "I'd like to see this 'lightbulb' in action. Sounds amazing."
"Oh! I've got it! Miaka told me about these. They only work if you clap your hands like this." Tamahome clapped. Nothing happened.
"Looks like I might need the fa-" Tasuki started.
"TAMAHOME! C'MERE!" Miaka yelled in that **cough** melodic voice of hers.
"But…I'm…"
"C'MON TAMAHOME!" Miaka yelled in a…erm…seductive voice. Tamahome gulped.
"Coming!" He smiled to himself. "Uh…you guys work on the clapping. Louder, softer, in different spots. I…I've gotta go. I'll be back…" He went to leave.
"Hey Tamahome! I hope you're using silk sheets. Trust me, cotton gives you such a terrible rash-"
WHAM!
"Ow…" Tasuki mumbled as Tamahome ran down the hall. "Mitskake? A little…**groan** assistance?"
"Uh." He grunted, then healed Tasuki.
"Thanks. Well…let's get t' clapin'!"
"Look, I foiund this pen in mint condition!"
"Chiriko…what does that have to do with our current problem?"
"Nothing, it's just a nice pen."
"Back to our main problem…"
"The pen's out of ink!" Chiriko said sadly.
"Chiriko, just set it down and help us clap." Nuriko encouraged.
"Alright." They continued clappping with no success. "Mitskake…you need to clap. C'mon! Help us…please?"
"Mitskake spread his hands apart, then brought them together for one big clap.
The Suzaku Seven stood in quiet as it echoed through the room.
"MIAKA!!!!!!!!!" Came a wail from the next room. The eyes of the Suzaku Seishi became as big as plates.
"That's not what I think it was…because I read a book on it, and that was NOT it…was it?" Chiriko looked at the rest of the Suzaku Seven besides Tamahome and Chichiri. (Chichiri was fishing…you can..uh…GUESS what Tamahome was doing…**clears throat**)
Chiriko stood waiting for an answer, but none came. Tasuki stpped next to Chiriko and put a hand on his shoulder. "Chiriko, it's time for you to become a man and understand some of these things…"
Chiriko shrank down to his knees and screamed, "BAD IMAGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I'll let you be alone." Tasuki walked over to Nuriko.
"Will he be alright?" Nuriko asked.
"He'll be fine. Just give him some time…"
"Let's work on the light." Mitskake boomed.
"I'll bet the bulb is broken. We need to put in a new one." Hotohori suggested.
"I can get it out!" Tasuki grinned. "REKKAAAA…SHIE'N!!!!"
"Woah…" They all stared as the lightbulb caught on fire and melted to the floor.
"See? All gone." Fire boy looked proud.
"Wait!" Mitskake pointed as the lightbulbs' melted form rose back up to the ceiling and formed a bulb again.
"Way to go Tasuki, now it's stronger than ever!"
"Well, I don't see YOU burstin' with ideas, NURIKO!" Tasuki replied ruefully.
"Actually, I do." Nuriko smirked, pushed Tasuki into a wall, and punched the lightbulb. It shattered and fell to the groiund. "Whadaya think of that?"
"BAD IMAGES!!!!" Chiriko shouted. "How could they do that?"
"You don't really want an answer for that, do you?" Tasuki moaned from the corner.
"BAD IMAGES!!!!!!"
"Look, Chiriko, if it's sooo unbelievable, then everyone could look away an' I could just burn t' wall down fer ya."
"AAAAAAARRGGGG!!!"
"Well, let's get back t' that bulb!" Tasuki turned around to face the lightbulb just in time to see its pieces go back together. "Nice Nuriko…very nice." He said sarcastically.
"Like you did better fang boy!" Nuriko replied, pounding one fist into the other hand.
"Chiriko…could you think it to work?" Tasuki ignored Nuriko.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
"I'll take that as a no." Nuriko cut him off.
"Guys…I hate to say this, but we need to call Soi."
"…"
"Okay Tasuki, you do it!"
"Wha?!"
"You heard me Tasuki!" Nuriko responded.
"Well..what 'bout Hotohori?" Tasuki said, pointing at the Emperor.
"I couldn't…calling her would ruin my reputation." They all looked at Mitskake.
"Tasuki, I believe that you are the best choice."
"Wha…but…MITSKAKE!" Tasuki whined.
"Just do it Tasuki!" Nuriko said.
"No! And you won't make me!"
Gomen if it's too….unbelievable. I know, it's all REALLY unrealistic, but it was fun to write; and it's a funny idea! Review, and I MIGHT post the rest…^_~
