Author's notes: Wow, I just finished and posted my first chapter today, and
I'm already working on the second chapter! I'm just feeling so inspired
and industrious! ^___^ Anyway, REVIEW!!!!!
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Hotohori had been cornered by his faithful-but-persistent advisors. "Your majesty, have you chosen an empress yet? The danger has been growing, and we need you to produce an heir!"
"Have patience," he replied calmly. "I believe I may have found the one…I just need some time, first." He sweatdropped as his advisors started cheering, and even crying with joy. "Hooray! His Majesty has finally found an empress!"
He smiled. It had been a month since he had met Chisa, and they had grown quite close. He found himself constantly sneaking off to visit with her, skipping court functions and such. Though he told her little about himself, she didn't seem to mind. She had opened herself up to him completely, relaying stories of her home, telling him of her feelings about life at court. She proved to be very affectionate, constantly hugging him, and saying "I loooooooooooove you," over and over. He realized she was not serious when she said that, but still… It had also become apparent to him why she was feared by the servants. She was an impressive martial artist, as well as a skilled archer. She had expressed interest in learning to handle a sword, and he was considering teaching her. He smiled to himself. Yes, perhaps she returned her feelings. If she did, he would make her his empress. That is, if he could figure out why she held such a grudge against him as the emperor, but not him as Seishuku.
He sighed. It was going to be easy, but somehow, he would manage. But he couldn't worry about that right now. Now he had to worry about what to wear for the feast…
~**~
Chisa grumbled under her breath. There was a feast tonight, and all the members of the harem were required to attend. That meant putting on one of the gowns she hated so much.
She was in a bad mood as she walked to the dining hall. Although she had chosen the most comfortable dress that looked good on her, she was still itching and hot. The dress was midnight blue and simply cut, but the material was stiff and scratchy, probably because she had never worn it before.
She heard some people talking on a road that was just on the other side of some bushes. Normally she ignored such conversations, but something caught her attention. One of the voices was familiar…a voice from her past…
~**~
"Miaka, would you stop obsessing over what's going to be in the banquet?" Tamahome said, slightly exasperated with his girlfriend's obsession with food.
"But Chinese food is so yummy! And there's sure to be a lot of it… Do you think there's going to be orange chicken?" Miaka bubbled on exuberantly.
"How the hell should I kn-" Tamahome stopped in mid-word. There was someone there, listening to them. "Who's there?!" he shouted, ready to defend himself and Miaka.
A midnight blue streak shot out of the bushes, shrieking, "Kishuku!!!!" Tamahome paused, startled, and he was knocked down, tumbling end over end with the midnight blue figure. They soon became invisible because of clouds of dust.
When the dust settled, the figure proved to be a pretty girl in a midnight blue gown, which was now completely ruined. She sat on Tamahome's back pinning him to the ground. "Kishuku!" she shouted. "Why didn't you *tell* me you were here? Why are you here anyway?" Tamahome didn't respond, probably because his face was being pressed into the dirt. "What, you're not going to reply to your bestest best friend since childhood? Fine then!" She crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue.
Tamahome, finally able to get up, stood. The girl shrieked as she tumbled off his back. "Chisa? What are you doing here?"
She looked back at him stubbornly. "Answer my question first."
"Fine, be like that. I'm here because we're gathering the Seven Seishi of Suzaku. Now answer my question."
"What, you can't accept that I'm her of my own free will?" Chisa said innocently
"No," Tamahome replied flatly.
Chisa sighed. "Dammit, Kishuku, you know too damn well. Fine, fine. I was chosen to be in the emperor's harem. But I'm only here so I can get some money for my family. It really is a misery here. I've been here *forever* and I only made a friend a month ago." Tears began to well up. "Now I find out that *you're* here…" It was only then that she noticed Miaka. "Hey, Tama-chan, who's this? Your girlfriend?"
Miaka smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chisa! I'm Miaka, Tamahome's fiancé!"
Chisa's eyes grew large. "Fian…ce?" she said, at a loss. With that, the tears spilled over and she hugged Tamahome.
"What…what's wrong?" Tamahome gasped, startled by his friend's reaction.
Chisa looked up into his face. "I'm so happy for you! I'm happy…and jealous. No, not like that," she snapped, seeing Tamahome's face. "You've found someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Someone you'll devote yourself to completely, body and soul, who will return your devotion. I, the hopeless romantic, haven't found anyone yet, but you, the practical moneygrubber, have." She turned to Miaka. Her eyes were red, but she smiled. "Congratulations. You managed to get yourself one of the best guys there is around. If you promise to treat him right, you two have my blessing."
Miaka was left momentarily speechless by this whole speech, but quickly recovered. "Thank you," she said, smiling. "I promise."
Chisa smiled. "Good, or else I would have stolen my Kishuku-chan away." She looked down. "Gack!" she squawked at the state of her dress. "Now I'm gonna have to put on *another* dress- and this was the most comfortable one!"
Hotohori had been cornered by his faithful-but-persistent advisors. "Your majesty, have you chosen an empress yet? The danger has been growing, and we need you to produce an heir!"
"Have patience," he replied calmly. "I believe I may have found the one…I just need some time, first." He sweatdropped as his advisors started cheering, and even crying with joy. "Hooray! His Majesty has finally found an empress!"
He smiled. It had been a month since he had met Chisa, and they had grown quite close. He found himself constantly sneaking off to visit with her, skipping court functions and such. Though he told her little about himself, she didn't seem to mind. She had opened herself up to him completely, relaying stories of her home, telling him of her feelings about life at court. She proved to be very affectionate, constantly hugging him, and saying "I loooooooooooove you," over and over. He realized she was not serious when she said that, but still… It had also become apparent to him why she was feared by the servants. She was an impressive martial artist, as well as a skilled archer. She had expressed interest in learning to handle a sword, and he was considering teaching her. He smiled to himself. Yes, perhaps she returned her feelings. If she did, he would make her his empress. That is, if he could figure out why she held such a grudge against him as the emperor, but not him as Seishuku.
He sighed. It was going to be easy, but somehow, he would manage. But he couldn't worry about that right now. Now he had to worry about what to wear for the feast…
~**~
Chisa grumbled under her breath. There was a feast tonight, and all the members of the harem were required to attend. That meant putting on one of the gowns she hated so much.
She was in a bad mood as she walked to the dining hall. Although she had chosen the most comfortable dress that looked good on her, she was still itching and hot. The dress was midnight blue and simply cut, but the material was stiff and scratchy, probably because she had never worn it before.
She heard some people talking on a road that was just on the other side of some bushes. Normally she ignored such conversations, but something caught her attention. One of the voices was familiar…a voice from her past…
~**~
"Miaka, would you stop obsessing over what's going to be in the banquet?" Tamahome said, slightly exasperated with his girlfriend's obsession with food.
"But Chinese food is so yummy! And there's sure to be a lot of it… Do you think there's going to be orange chicken?" Miaka bubbled on exuberantly.
"How the hell should I kn-" Tamahome stopped in mid-word. There was someone there, listening to them. "Who's there?!" he shouted, ready to defend himself and Miaka.
A midnight blue streak shot out of the bushes, shrieking, "Kishuku!!!!" Tamahome paused, startled, and he was knocked down, tumbling end over end with the midnight blue figure. They soon became invisible because of clouds of dust.
When the dust settled, the figure proved to be a pretty girl in a midnight blue gown, which was now completely ruined. She sat on Tamahome's back pinning him to the ground. "Kishuku!" she shouted. "Why didn't you *tell* me you were here? Why are you here anyway?" Tamahome didn't respond, probably because his face was being pressed into the dirt. "What, you're not going to reply to your bestest best friend since childhood? Fine then!" She crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue.
Tamahome, finally able to get up, stood. The girl shrieked as she tumbled off his back. "Chisa? What are you doing here?"
She looked back at him stubbornly. "Answer my question first."
"Fine, be like that. I'm here because we're gathering the Seven Seishi of Suzaku. Now answer my question."
"What, you can't accept that I'm her of my own free will?" Chisa said innocently
"No," Tamahome replied flatly.
Chisa sighed. "Dammit, Kishuku, you know too damn well. Fine, fine. I was chosen to be in the emperor's harem. But I'm only here so I can get some money for my family. It really is a misery here. I've been here *forever* and I only made a friend a month ago." Tears began to well up. "Now I find out that *you're* here…" It was only then that she noticed Miaka. "Hey, Tama-chan, who's this? Your girlfriend?"
Miaka smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chisa! I'm Miaka, Tamahome's fiancé!"
Chisa's eyes grew large. "Fian…ce?" she said, at a loss. With that, the tears spilled over and she hugged Tamahome.
"What…what's wrong?" Tamahome gasped, startled by his friend's reaction.
Chisa looked up into his face. "I'm so happy for you! I'm happy…and jealous. No, not like that," she snapped, seeing Tamahome's face. "You've found someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Someone you'll devote yourself to completely, body and soul, who will return your devotion. I, the hopeless romantic, haven't found anyone yet, but you, the practical moneygrubber, have." She turned to Miaka. Her eyes were red, but she smiled. "Congratulations. You managed to get yourself one of the best guys there is around. If you promise to treat him right, you two have my blessing."
Miaka was left momentarily speechless by this whole speech, but quickly recovered. "Thank you," she said, smiling. "I promise."
Chisa smiled. "Good, or else I would have stolen my Kishuku-chan away." She looked down. "Gack!" she squawked at the state of her dress. "Now I'm gonna have to put on *another* dress- and this was the most comfortable one!"
