Chapter Four: The joys of Babysitting.

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The two main warriors I'm going to use are about to make an appearance. I hope you like.

You know the drill.

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The forms became clearer. It was a small boy and what looked like a doctor. Taking a better look she realized it was the same boy from before, instead he was wearing a light blue robe with small red birds decorating it. Smiling Kamali tried to rise up, but found the older figure pushing her back down, "You are still weak. Lay back down and rest."

Moving her head, she had to grab it with her hands to stop the world from spinning. Seeing that the man wasn't paying any attention to her now, Kamali sat up fighting the pain to find she wasn't wearing a shirt. Blood rose to her face as a small cough was heard behind her. The doctor stopped what he was doing to quickly bow to the newcomer, "Your highness, I didn't expect you back so soon."

A deep masculine voiced answered, "The meeting was shorter than I expected." Before he could come near her, Kamali had the blanket wrapped around to only her face was showing. He stopped beside the bed, "I see your just as beautiful as the guard said."

Kamali couldn't believe more blood could rush to her face, "Please sir, I am not."

He smiled, "Call me Hotohori."

Kamali took a better look. To hear herself gasp, He is gorgeous. She thought, she had never seen anyone so handsome, he seemed to be a human version of a peacock. With long black hair that billowed to his waist with a small red ribbon tied in the center. What lost her was his golden eyes to her they looked like two small suns surrounded by clouds.

Kamali eyes fell to the bed, "Yes, you do it must be the combination of the gray with blonde streaks."

The color drained from her face as she pulled a few locks to her eyes. Finally realizing something she jumped up and making sure she didn't forget the blanket, "Do you know what this means?"

Seeing no one was going to answer, "It means Thyra is with me."

Hotohori raised a hand questioning her, "Who is Thyra?"

Kamali use the palm of her hand and hit herself on the forehead, "Oh I'm sorry I forgot you don't know of my gods. Thyra is the Goddess of the Sun and Creation."

A frown came tot he handsome man, "If she is the goddess of Creation why did you kill a man?"

Kamali could feel her legs become weak, 'I killed somebody! How? Thyra has never killed only Art- No it can't be even Yateem said Thyra is in me.' She thought. Regaining her balance she looked upon the man, "Who has proof of me doing so?"

"A maid in the city she says that you came upon her and her dead father. A bandit was about to kill both of you when you changed drastically. Then she just began to ramble about what you looked like," he said.

"How can I see her?" She asked.

It was the doctor's turn to speak, "You are still weak. You cannot go."

A giggle left Kamali's red lips, " I was never hurt just drained. Watch." She raised her hand up and pointed it to a pitcher of water. Concentrating a small fire formed under it. In a mere minute the water was boiling over and landing on the floor. "See I told you," she said smiling triumphantly.

The rest just stared with surprise. Hotohori finally used his voice, "How did you do that?"

Kamali closed her fist letting the fire die away, "Since Thyra is in me I can create fire. Why do you ask?"

A small voice spoke up, "Only uncle Tasuki can make fire and he has to use a big metal fan."

Kamali mouth fell open and then she closed back quickly, "Well he can talk."

Hotohori placed the boy in his lap, "This is Boushin, my son. You have to forgive him."

Boushin tugged on his father's robes, "Papa this is the lady who helped me when I was in the courtyard."

Hotohori only smiled as he put Boushin back on the bed and raised from it, "I'll have the seamstress find you some clothes and then you can find the girl."

She soon found something tugging on the blanket, "Can I come?"

Kamali looked down, "I don't know Boushin?" She turned her gaze to Hotohori, "You'll have to ask you father."

He gave his father a puppy dog look to have the Emperor give in, "Yes, I guess, but you can't bother her to much."

The small boy jumped up and down as he left the room. The Emperor also left before talking to the doctor. Then the doctor left and a small plump lady came in. She measured Kamali making small talk. She mentioned Hotohori was once one of the Suzaku Seven. She also mentioned that the same man Boushin was talking about was a seishi too. He is the leader of the bandits to the North. She didn't describe him, because she was through finding clothes for her. The shirt was made of a fine green silk. A design of small bird appeared as if it had landed at the bottom of the shirt. The pants were made of a simple gray material. Ending at her leather boots, the pants were tucked in making a bell-shape.

She left out of the room to find it was a small hut in the courtyard. She headed down the steps to see the Emperor siting on a step watching his son playing with an older woman. She walked over to them and kneeled down to Boushin, "Who is the pretty lady your playing with Boushin?"

Boushin looked up smiling, "This is my mommy."

Kamali quickly stood up making a slight bow, "I'm sorry I didn't know."

She smiled and looked from her husband to her son, "It is ok. I hear you were the one who saved my son."

Kamali raised her head up to look at he woman again. She had her hair pulled up into two buns at the side a few strands of hair falling down. She was wearing a deep red robe that fell to her feet as she stood and gracefully bowed to Kamali. She was taken aback by surprise to see the Emperoress bowing to her. She just stood there stunned. She rose and helped her son up from the ground and dusted him off. Boushin came running up and placed his hand inside one of Kamali's and grinned.

They went closer to the gate, Kamali let a shrill whistle. Fagara came running from the stable saddless. He stopped letting the dust die down. Kamali threw Boushin on his back so he fell on his withers. She mounted behind him grabbing Fagara's mane. They went toward the gates Boushin turning to wave back to his parents.

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I hope ya'll like this chapter. I changed the way I wrote it. If you could review I will be really happy J .