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AN: OK!! I LOVED all the WONDERFUL reviews!!! All you people make me wanna post up more chapters fast! Thank you thank you thank you!!! About the "version 1" thing... there are 3 ways I thought of that this story can turn out. This is version one. Tell me on a scale of 1-10 how you like this version.
Chapter 3: (runaway) version #1.
By: fire demoness
*SLAM*
the front doors flew apart at Nuriko's "light" push. Hotohori and Tamahome were next, carrying Chiriko's body. Everyone in the palace rushed to the front doors, eager and curious to see what happened. Miaka and Mitsukake, who had been left behind to protect Miaka, pushed to the front of the crowd of servants and soldiers.
"Mitsukake, we need you to heal Chiriko, FAST"
Mitsukake nodded. "We need to get the sword out first though."
The crowd made a parting so that the emperor, Tamahome, Miaka, and Mitsukake could get through. They rushed down a hallway to Chiriko's room and Hotohori gently laid him on the bed. He was in bad shape with his pale face and blood already soaking the sheets a deep red. Chirko moaned and his face turned into that of pain, even more than before.
"You should do it Heika. I... I'm just a healer."
Mitsukake said, clearly not wanting to pull the sword out. Hotohori sighed and put a shaking hand onto the hilt. He pulled it out with a quick yank and they were splattered with blood. There was a retching sound to be heard and Tamahome went over to "help" Miaka. Chiriko's yell echoed throughout the room for awhile and it was all Hotohori could do to keep from crying.
// it's all my fault. It's all my fault. That person was aiming for me... he doesn't deserve this.//
Mitsukake immediately went over, a more serious look on his face than ever before. He placed a hand over the wound and it began to heal. Soon, there was nothing left to tell of such a wound ever being there except the bloody sword.
"He should get some rest Hotohori- sama"
Nuriko murmured behind me. It was true. Though the wound was gone, Chiriko looked to be in much pain and frustration.
*Creak...click *
the door closed behind Chiriko, who was having very troubled dreams indeed...
**Later in the day**
I woke up with a scream. Sweat was covering my forehead and the sheets around me. I was in the palace... my room. I sighed and laid back on the bed. The dream... the girl... no. it was just a dream.
I remember all of yesterday's battle in full detail. Hotohori-sama. The sword...and the thing I remember the clearest... the pain of it all. I glanced down at the spot where the sword had entered my body. Gone. Not even a scar. Of course Mitsukake had healed me. Or else I would be dead.
Was it really worth it? Going out there to prove something of myself. I could have died. Was it worth death? But on the other hand, if I hadnt gone, Hotohori-sama.
I kept thinking about this until I slowly fell into a restless sleep.
**even LATER**
"Chiriko... wake up no da."
I groaned but turned over to blink the sleep away. Chichiri was there, his mask off and a plate of food by him. His arm was in a sling and he smiled at me, a genuine smile. Not the kind with his mask but a true Chichiri smile.
"you should eat something no da. To get your strength up no da."
He said gently and left. I picked up the warm tea and sat there, watching the swirling tea leaves. They were all so nice to me. And it was my fault that they had to rush back here and that Chichiri was hurt.
*clink*
I slammed the tea cup down and got up off the bed. I have to do it. It's the only way that they'll be safe. I'm just a distraction. A useless seishi. Tears streamed out as I htought of the last thing. A useless seishi. There was no denying it.
**at night**
I took one last look at my home for so long.
//I'm sorry everyone. You've all been so nice to me. I didn't want to leave, but I have to . for your sake(s) Ja ne...//
I slowly crept past the sleeping guard without another look back and wandered off into the dark night.
**the next morning**
"HOTOHORI!!! CHIRIKO'S GONE!!!!!"
tasuki's scream echoed through the palace halls, along with the servants murmurs about a suzaku seishi gone.
Version 1- end
Ok this is kinda like "a taste of revenge" where Suboshi runs away to look for Amiboshi. Umm... oh yah. I heard that Mitsukake could only heal once a day, is that true? I went by it. Poor chiri! It was why chiriko ran away, the breaking point soo... work with me?
Remember 1-10 how is version 1?
REVIEW!!
AN: OK!! I LOVED all the WONDERFUL reviews!!! All you people make me wanna post up more chapters fast! Thank you thank you thank you!!! About the "version 1" thing... there are 3 ways I thought of that this story can turn out. This is version one. Tell me on a scale of 1-10 how you like this version.
Chapter 3: (runaway) version #1.
By: fire demoness
*SLAM*
the front doors flew apart at Nuriko's "light" push. Hotohori and Tamahome were next, carrying Chiriko's body. Everyone in the palace rushed to the front doors, eager and curious to see what happened. Miaka and Mitsukake, who had been left behind to protect Miaka, pushed to the front of the crowd of servants and soldiers.
"Mitsukake, we need you to heal Chiriko, FAST"
Mitsukake nodded. "We need to get the sword out first though."
The crowd made a parting so that the emperor, Tamahome, Miaka, and Mitsukake could get through. They rushed down a hallway to Chiriko's room and Hotohori gently laid him on the bed. He was in bad shape with his pale face and blood already soaking the sheets a deep red. Chirko moaned and his face turned into that of pain, even more than before.
"You should do it Heika. I... I'm just a healer."
Mitsukake said, clearly not wanting to pull the sword out. Hotohori sighed and put a shaking hand onto the hilt. He pulled it out with a quick yank and they were splattered with blood. There was a retching sound to be heard and Tamahome went over to "help" Miaka. Chiriko's yell echoed throughout the room for awhile and it was all Hotohori could do to keep from crying.
// it's all my fault. It's all my fault. That person was aiming for me... he doesn't deserve this.//
Mitsukake immediately went over, a more serious look on his face than ever before. He placed a hand over the wound and it began to heal. Soon, there was nothing left to tell of such a wound ever being there except the bloody sword.
"He should get some rest Hotohori- sama"
Nuriko murmured behind me. It was true. Though the wound was gone, Chiriko looked to be in much pain and frustration.
*Creak...click *
the door closed behind Chiriko, who was having very troubled dreams indeed...
**Later in the day**
I woke up with a scream. Sweat was covering my forehead and the sheets around me. I was in the palace... my room. I sighed and laid back on the bed. The dream... the girl... no. it was just a dream.
I remember all of yesterday's battle in full detail. Hotohori-sama. The sword...and the thing I remember the clearest... the pain of it all. I glanced down at the spot where the sword had entered my body. Gone. Not even a scar. Of course Mitsukake had healed me. Or else I would be dead.
Was it really worth it? Going out there to prove something of myself. I could have died. Was it worth death? But on the other hand, if I hadnt gone, Hotohori-sama.
I kept thinking about this until I slowly fell into a restless sleep.
**even LATER**
"Chiriko... wake up no da."
I groaned but turned over to blink the sleep away. Chichiri was there, his mask off and a plate of food by him. His arm was in a sling and he smiled at me, a genuine smile. Not the kind with his mask but a true Chichiri smile.
"you should eat something no da. To get your strength up no da."
He said gently and left. I picked up the warm tea and sat there, watching the swirling tea leaves. They were all so nice to me. And it was my fault that they had to rush back here and that Chichiri was hurt.
*clink*
I slammed the tea cup down and got up off the bed. I have to do it. It's the only way that they'll be safe. I'm just a distraction. A useless seishi. Tears streamed out as I htought of the last thing. A useless seishi. There was no denying it.
**at night**
I took one last look at my home for so long.
//I'm sorry everyone. You've all been so nice to me. I didn't want to leave, but I have to . for your sake(s) Ja ne...//
I slowly crept past the sleeping guard without another look back and wandered off into the dark night.
**the next morning**
"HOTOHORI!!! CHIRIKO'S GONE!!!!!"
tasuki's scream echoed through the palace halls, along with the servants murmurs about a suzaku seishi gone.
Version 1- end
Ok this is kinda like "a taste of revenge" where Suboshi runs away to look for Amiboshi. Umm... oh yah. I heard that Mitsukake could only heal once a day, is that true? I went by it. Poor chiri! It was why chiriko ran away, the breaking point soo... work with me?
Remember 1-10 how is version 1?
REVIEW!!