HANDS OFF THE BANDIT, NO
DA! (3/3)
BY :
Chikki
Warnings
Other characters may seem OOC. Tasuki has a _VERY_ impressive vocabulary of
official "bandit" words, no da…so it's PG 13 for swearing…oh…and
some yaoi too,na no da. (^_^)
Disclaimer Not
mine. Never will be,na no da.
When breakfast was relatively over, the monk excused himself and spent the whole day wandering about the palace, deep in his thoughts. The fact that most of his fellow seishi had fallen for the same red-haired, loud-mouthed bandit that he had disturbed him greatly.
Chichiri sighed and wondered why Hotohori had not been chasing after Tasuki the whole day, much like the other seishi were. It was very surprising that the young emperor had not complained and had merely smiled
good-naturely when people started paying more attention to Tasuki than him. Having everybody's full attention was an everyday luxury that Hotohori was used to.
What's more was that Chichiri had not seen Miaka the whole day. By the time that the sun had set, Miaka was still nowhere to be found.
The monk sighed again and stared out the lake that he had been fishing in for a good two hours or so. The day had not gone well at all. After the disconcerting scene that Chichiri had witnessed during breakfast, he had resolved to avoid Tasuki and the other seishi at all costs, and it had not been easy.
Everywhere that the monk went, he was met with the sight of Tasuki either trying to ward off Tamahome and the others or desperately trying to hold off his own when the other seishi did manage to catch up with him.
Once more, Chichiri furrowed his brow and wondered again where Miaka had gone off to, and if she knew that her Tamahome was currently flirting with one of her
seishi. The monk smiled bitterly. 'Not that I wouldn't mind flirting with Tasuki a bit for myself…'
he mused, than scolded himself mentally for allowing a thought such as that to pass through him.
"ARGH! QUIT FOLLOWIN' ME AROUND, CHIRIKO!!" Tasuki's voice boomed throughout the courtyard and Chichiri smiled affectionately when his mind conjured up an image of Tasuki getting all red in the face with fury. He chuckled quietly.
Chichiri reeled in his fishing line and started to walk towards the corridor where his room was. When he got there however, a very unexpected sight met him.
A few feet down the corridor from his room was a very disgruntled-looking
Tasuki. Chiriko was wrapped around his right leg and the bandit was trying to tug him off, though it was obviously to no avail. Behind Tasuki was
Mitsukake, and the healer himself was smiling from ear to ear, occasionally brushing back Tasuki's jagged bangs from his face. An action that would cause the hot-tempered bandit to glare at the healer.
Tamahome and Nuriko were still arguing over the torn piece of Tasuki's shirt that the purple-haired seishi had managed to get at the breakfast table. Even
Tama-neko, who was perched on Mitsukake's shoulder as usual, was wearing a T-shirt with Tasuki's face on it.
"But, Tasuki-sama…!" Chiriko insisted. "I want to make sure that you're going to be all right!"
"What the fuck do you mean?"
Mitsukake's deep voice suddenly rose up all above the other two. "We just want to make sure that you wouldn't sink into depression today."
"Wha' the hell? Tama, could please stand a little farther away from me?!"
"Oops, sorry Tasuki-chan!" Tamahome said, laughing nervously, backing away. "Really,
Tasuki-chan! We just wanted to make sure that you were going to be all right!"
Tasuki's face still looked confused. "But I am all right!"
Nuriko shook his head and linked an arm through Tasuki's. "Now, now,
Tasuki-chan. You don't have to put on the brave front for us. We all know how Chichiri rejected you last night."
Tasuki pulled away. "WHAT?!"
Mitsukake nodded, the expression on his face grim. "Hai, we do,
Tasuki. That's why you don't have to be afraid if you ever want us to comfort you."
Tasuki winced as the smile on the tall man's face suddenly took on a hentai grin and he nervously edged away. "But, I'm just fine!" he insisted feebly.
Tamahome placed his hands on his hips and he struck a martial arts pose. "Don't worry
Tasuki! I'll give that bad Chichiri what he deserves!"
"NO!" Tasuki yelled out frantically and everyone present turned to look at him, including
Chichiri, who had hidden himself in the shadows. Surprised by the intensity of what he had just said, Tasuki sweatdropped and cleared his throat. "That is…I don't want you to hurt him,
Tamahome."
"But…WHY?" Tamahome said furiously. "You don't deserve the hurt that he gives you!"
At these words, Chichiri brought his hands up to his face guiltily. Tamahome was right. The bandit didn't deserve the pain that Chichiri had placed on him.
Having seen enough, Chichiri backed away from the others and turned around the corner. He would just retire to his room later, when he was sure that the others had vacated the corridor that his room was in. Absently, Chichiri wondered what they were doing in that particular corridor in the first place, seeing that it was situated in the area of the palace that was very much detached from all the people and activity that his
fellow-seishi loved so much.
The brooding monk was just passing Hotohori's chambers when he heard a muffled sigh. His curiosity aroused, Chichiri headed for the room and noted with surprise that the door was slightly open.
Chichiri entered and darted his gaze from one corner of the room to another, trying to find anything that could be out of place. When he saw what, or rather who were on the floor, the monk burst out laughing.
Miaka looked up from where she had been assembling a train set on the floor of Hotohori's room. When she saw
Chichiri, her face broke into a relieved smile. "Chichiri! Thank goodness you're here!!"
"Miaka, no da? What are you doing, na no da?" Chichiri asked in an amused tone, his gaze still on the train set on the ground.
The brunette girl next to him laughed and rolled her eyes. "Apparently, Hotohori has come to the conclusion that he needs to spend more time playing with some of the stuff he found in my backpack. He says that I might as well since he thinks that I probably would not want hang out around the palace. He told me that it would probably chaotic today." Miaka threw up her hands in exasperation. "He's been bugging me to finish this train set ever since this morning!"
"So why didn't you just refuse, na no da?"
"Are you kidding?" Miaka said, sighing. "You know how he is. He makes that puppy
face of his, and we can't say no."
Chichiri laughed. "True, true."
"Anyway, you have to help me before he comes back." Miaka said, pulling Chichiri to sit on the ground near the train set. The monk looked at the contraption before him and
sweatdropped. "Ano, no da…I have no idea how this works, na no da."
"Please, Chichiri! If I have to read The Emperor's New Clothes to him again, I'm going to go insane!" Miaka exclaimed. "I have to get out of here! Who knows what Tamahome might have been up to while I was gone?"
At this statement, Chichiri choked and fixed his gaze on the ground. Oh, I
dunno, no da. Maybe he's been flirting with MY Tasuki-chan, na no da? He thought. Then, he berated himself again for letting another romantic thought concerning Tasuki pop up
unexpectedly once more.
"What was that?" Miaka asked.
Chichiri's eye opened wide beneath the mask and he sweatdropped profusely. He hadn't realized that he had spoken his thoughts out loud.
"Er…nothing, na no da."
Miaka settled back down and attacked another train track to the other tracks already in place. "Speaking of
Tasuki, Hotohori told me about how everyone else had acted this morning."
The monk looked up. "Da?"
"It was bound to happen soon, you know." Miaka said, ignoring the monk's curious stare.
"Tamahome told me that Tasuki just confessed his feelings to this guy last night, but the guy rejected him, So when he went back to his room, he was all crying and stuff."
Chichiri's grip on a train track tightened and he flushed guiltily. "Err…" Chichiri continued, not looking at
Miaka, and set the track he held in his hands in place. "Do you know who..um..Tasuki confessed to, no
da?"
Miaka shrugged. "No. Tamahome wouldn't tell me." She grinned evilly. "Would have been fun to know though. Imagine! Tasuki in love!" She sighed dreamily. "Who ever he likes is really
a very lucky person. A lot of people like Tasuki, and they would probably jump at the chance to get him, now that he's not taken. If I weren't so in love with
Tamahome, I would probably go after him too!" She squealed.
Chichiri suddenly stood up. "I have to go now, no da."
His miko's face fell. "But Chichiri! You have to help me!"
The monk simply smiled at her apologetically and walked out the door. "Gomen
ne, no da."
~~~~~~
That night, Chichiri stared up at his ceiling, unable to fall asleep. He still felt very guilty, now that he knew about how Tasuki had taken his rejection last night. He also began to feel angrier towards himself with each passing minute.
Why hadn't I just said YES? He thought in frustration.
After a few more minutes of restless movement, Chichiri sat up and shook his head. He just couldn't get to sleep!
Maybe I should go and see how Tasuki is doing no da… He thought absently, then he smacked himself in the head.
No!
A part of his mind argued with him. But it wouldn't be in the romantic sense or anything! You could just go and…you know, See if he's all right.
Chichiri pondered about that for a while. Having made his decision, he got out of bed and began to make his way towards Tasuki's room.
The first thing that Chichiri noticed when he got to the hallway with Tasuki's room was the presence of all the other seishi's chi. He frowned and looked around.
That's strange… he thought. I could sense them but I don't see them anywhere.
Shrugging this off, he reached Tasuki's room. He took a deep breath and knocked a few times. Chichiri waited but there was no answer. The monk frowned. Tasuki
should be in his room at this hour. He knocked again. Still no answer.
Gathering up his courage, Chichiri pushed open the door.
"REKKA SHINEN!!"
Chichiri ducked just in time to avoid the bolt of fire that rushed just above his head.
"DAAA!"
The fire stopped, and when all the smoke cleared, he could make out the figure of Tasuki standing on the bed.
"Chichiri?" the bandit asked in a suspicious voice.
"Tasuki-kun, no da?"
"CHICHIRI!" Tasuki jumped off the bed and began to run towards him. Just when he was about to reach the monk, he suddenly stopped, and even in the darkness, Chichiri could see the blush that began to stain the other's cheeks.
"Er, Tasuki-kun? Why did you just almost fry me, na no da?"
Tasuki blushed again and he fingered his tessen nervously. "Ah! I just thought that you were Tamahome or someone else…they've been
tryin' to get into my room to do hentai things to me the whole fuckin' night!"
As if on cue, Tamahome suddenly burst in through the door and jumped directly on Tasuki's bed.
"Tasuki! Is everything okay? Do you need anything?"
Chichiri sweatdropped. "Ano, Tamahome-kun…"
Tamahome turned around and looked at him. His eyes narrowed, and he pulled Tasuki towards him. "What are you doing here?"" he turned towards the red-headed bandit who was struggling to get out of the firm grip that the younger man had on him. "Is he bothering you again,
Tasuki-chan?"
"No..! Dammit!" Tasuki successfully got away from Tamahome and he scooted to the opposite side of the room. "Get out of my room,
Tamahome! I already told you that the first five times that you tried to come in here!"
Tamahome pouted. "Tasuki-chan! Don't talk to me like that!"
Nuriko appeared as well. Grinning, he walked over to Tasuki, having not seen the monk cowering by the doorway and placed his arms tightly around him.
"Tasuki-chan~~! Is Tamahome disturbing you again? Let me take care of him
Tasuki-chan!"
Cheerfully, the purple-haired seishi walked over to where Tamahome was still pouting on the bed and picked him up easily by the ear. "Stop trying to take away my
Tasuki-chan!" Nuriko yelled right into Tamahome's ear.
"Whad'dya mean YOUR Tasuki-chan?" Tamahome yelled right back. "He's MINE!"
"NO, MINE!"
"MINE!"
"HE'S MINE, OBAKE-CHAN!"
"NO, HE'S MINE, NURIKO!"
"MINE!!"
"NO, MINE!"
Tasuki looked away from the two other seishi and stared at the monk still leaning against his doorway. Chichiri was looking at the argument ensuing before him. Tasuki could not tell how Chichiri felt about the entire situation since the mask was still set surely on his face.
The bandit set his mouth in a grim line. He had to talk to Chichiri. He couldn't stand this. Ever since this morning, he had tried to corner Chichiri and talk about the entire situation, but Nuriko or somebody else was always there to stop him.
And the fact that the monk was obviously avoiding him was not helping, either.
Cautiously, he began to make his way over to Chichiri, making sure to keep an eye on Tamahome and
Nuriko.
Just when he was about to get to Chichiri, Chiriko's smiling face popped right in front of him.
"TASUKI-SAMA!!"
"AHHHH!" Tasuki yelled and stepped backwards, startled by the younger seishi's sudden appearance.
"Chiriko, don't do that!"
"Gomen nasai, Tasuki-sama!" Chiriko said, his eyes beginning to brim with tears as he peered at the older youth before him. "I'm so sorry!"
Tasuki's eyes softened and he reached out a hand to comfort the younger seishi. "Hey,
Chiriko, Don't feel so bad…"
Suddenly, Mitsukake stepped in between them. "Is there a problem?" he asked in his deep voice, gazing deeply into Tasuki's eyes.
Chiriko glared darkly at the healer and stepped in front of him. "No, there isn't a problem,
Mitsukake-san, At least not until YOU appeared!"
Mitsukake smiled at the shorter boy innocently. "Why? What did I do?"
"You know very well what you did! Just when Tasuki finally paid a little attention to me too!" Chiriko cried out and hit the older man with a pillow.
Mitsukake snarled and grabbed another pillow from Tasuki's bed. "Oh yeah…?" He then proceeded to pound the younger seishi with it, also making a point to hit Tamahome and Nuriko as well.
"Hey!" Nuriko yelled. "My hair!"
"Darn you, Mitsukake!" Tamahome cried out. "I'll teach you!"
Tasuki looked at the scene before him wearily. Things were really getting out of hand. There was so much noise. Everyone was shouting at everyone else and Tamahome was starting to use his martial art skills. A shelf went sailing over his head and it landed right next to
Mitsukake.
The healer glared at Nuriko, who was brushing his hands off with satisfaction.
"ARRGGHHHH!" he lunged at the other seishi, to which Nuriko simply responded by glaring at the other seishi in return.
Tamahome was beginning to punch holes through the walls in Tasuki's room and Chiriko was shouting and hitting everyone with pillows as well.
"TASUKI IS MINE!"
"MITSUKAKE! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, HE'S MINE!!!"
"CHIRIKO! YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS! TASUKI IS MINE!!"
"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED MIAKA!"
"WELL, NOW, I LOVE TASUKI!"
"HE'S MINE!"
"NO, MINE!!!"
"MINE!"
Tasuki's ears were ringing with all the loud cries of "MINE!" and he blindly made his way towards the the other end of the room, where Chichiri was. There was a lot of debris flying around, thanks to Tamahome's kicks and punches, and there was also a lot of furniture cruising above his head, courtesy of
Nuriko.
Then, somehow during the fight, Tasuki got thrown into a wall, and he slammed into it. Hard.
The bandit brought his hands up to his head. When he brought it back down, and stared at it dazedly, he noticed that there was blood on it. He smiled weakly. Great. He thought. Now, I'm bleeding.
"Mine!!!"
"NURIKOO! STOP THAT! TASUKI-KUN IS MINE!"
"HE'S MINE!"
"MINE!"
Suddenly, there was a bright red flash of light and everyone present turned to look at the monk by the doorway, his slight form surrounded by a red aura, his eyebrows drawn together in anger. He glared at everyone present. (Except of course,
to his dear Tasuki. ^_~)
"TASUKI-CHAN IS MINE, NO DAAAA!!!"
Angrily, Chichiri walked over to where Tasuki was. All the other seishi nervously backed away when he came. Chichiri bent down and met Tasuki's eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked softly.
Staring at his friend disbelievingly, Tasuki nodded, wondering if he had hit his head too much.
"H-hai."
Chichiri smiled gently and ran his hands through Tasuki's hair. When he saw that Tasuki's head was bleeding however, Chichiri frowned and once again, he turned around to glare darkly at the other seishi behind him, who were now all silent.
"Mitsukake-kun, no da." Chichiri said, his voice polite yet cold and venomous. "I should think that this is the time that you're needed here, na no
da." He stared hard at the tall healer.
Gulping nervously, Mitsukake hurried over to where Tasuki was, and under Chichiri's watchful eye, he began to heal the wound that the bandit had.
Once he was done, and all the green sparkly bubbles had disappeared, he backed away quickly.
Chichiri inspected Tasuki's head wound once more, the younger bandit still having a hard time believing that Chichiri was actually
here, fussing over him. Apparently satisfied with the healing job that Mitsukake had done, he stepped back. "Okay, no
da!"
Then, he gathered Tasuki in his arms and started to make his way out the door. Just before he went out however, he gave all the other seishi one last stare. "No one is going to bother MY Tasuki again
tonight, understood?"
Everyone else shifted guiltily and mumbled. "Hai."
Chichiri nodded and exited the room, Tasuki still nestled protectively in his arms.
After a few moments of walking in silence, Tasuki looked at the other seishi carrying him and twiddled his fingers together.
"Er…Chichiri?"
"Hai, no da?"
"Um…you can put me down now." Tasuki said sheepishly, ducking his head to avoid the other man from seeing the blush that had spread across his face rather rapidly. But Chichiri saw it anyway, and the monk smirked.
"Now why would I want to do that, na no da?" he said in amusement and he smiled down at the younger man.
Tasuki's eyes widened and he blushed fiercely once more. "Er…uh…um.."
Chichiri laughed and leaned in, so that their faces were only a few inches apart.
"Don't you know by now, no da? You're mine, Tasuki-kun…"
The possessive tone in the soft voice that spoke those words sent shivers up and down the younger seishi's spine and he smiled again at the absurdity of everything that had happened. Then,
the bandit grinned, exposing his fangs. He reached up and laughing, he tweaked one of Chichiri's bangs. "Oh! So I'm yours now,
'ey?"
Chichiri grinned at him. "Hai, no da."
Tasuki laughed and glanced down the corridor they were in. "Where are we going?"
"My room, no da."
An amused grin spread across Tasuki's face once more. "Why?"
Chichiri laughed as they reached his room. Still smiling, he opened the door and he slipped the both of them inside.
He smirked at the Tasuki's flushed face as he set the younger man on his bed. "Now, wouldn't you just love to know, na no
da…" ^_^
OWARI DESU
