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AN: SORRY about the screw-up!! Since the begginings of the 2 versions are the same, I got confused!!! =( GOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DO. NOT. COMMENT. ON. MY. SPELLING. No spell check. *Shrug*
Chapter 3: (runaway) version #2.
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 on the wound and the usual happened. Light, the bubbles, etc. all except for one thing... the wound was still there.
"Mitsukake... what's wrong?"
Nuriko kneeled down by the bed, his eyes wide and close to tears, his thin frame shaking. Hotohori took a step back unconsiously. Mitsukake had never failed at healing someone... maybe that's why he looked so paniked right know.
"I-I don't know what's wrong. My powers are working fine and..."
he trailed off, trying to heal Chiriko again. His whole body glowed red and he got a determined look on his face. The only thing that told everyone that he was a "bit" nervous was his trembling hand. Chichiri crashed through the doors, huffing and panting as he tried to slow down his heart rate.
"C-Chiri-ko... we have to get him to Taiitsukan. NOW!"
he made a spell quickly with his right hand and the next minute, everyone except Miaka and Tasuki appeared in Taiitsukun's palace*.
Taiitsukun appeared in front of the group, nyan-nyans by her side. She took one look at Chiriko and nodded at the nyan-nyans. They went to Hotohori, who had been carrying him, and began to crowd around Chiriko, still muttering "fix fix, heal heal"
"You got him here just in time Chichiri... although even now I am not sure..."
Chichiri nodded grimly as he looked at the crowd of nyan-nyans surrounding Chiriko. He turned to the confused group of seishi( minus Tasuki).
"that sword... it was enchanted. The wound cannot be healed by one person alone, not even Mitsukake. But... along with it there was a spell. The wound can be healed in time but the spell... that's what I am worried about. Hopefully it hasn't spread far and the nyan nyans can get it out of his sytem before it does and real harm to- "
he was cut off by a nyan nyan flying into him. The nyan nyan's body sparked with black energy and she/he* was in pain.
"...Muahahahaha... Hahahahahaa...HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!"
evil laughter echoed through the room and everyone's attention was suddenly turned to Chiriko. The Nyan nyans were gone, flung to every direction. "chiriko" was FLOATING in midair, his eyes glinting and pure raven black...
end version 2
(note) *'s:
I don't know the name of Taiitsukun's mountain. Anyone tell me?
2) I don't know and cannot argue about the nyan nyans' genders, although *I* TRULY believe them to be pink-haired girls. DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME ABOUT THEM!!!(That means you Jamachi.)
REMEMBER TO REVIEW!!!! And to vote 1-10!! PLEASE remember to leave a nice LONG review. Please??????? Im spending too much time on this fic to tell the truth... but without reviews, I will lose that SPARK!!!
AN: SORRY about the screw-up!! Since the begginings of the 2 versions are the same, I got confused!!! =( GOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DO. NOT. COMMENT. ON. MY. SPELLING. No spell check. *Shrug*
Chapter 3: (runaway) version #2.
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 on the wound and the usual happened. Light, the bubbles, etc. all except for one thing... the wound was still there.
"Mitsukake... what's wrong?"
Nuriko kneeled down by the bed, his eyes wide and close to tears, his thin frame shaking. Hotohori took a step back unconsiously. Mitsukake had never failed at healing someone... maybe that's why he looked so paniked right know.
"I-I don't know what's wrong. My powers are working fine and..."
he trailed off, trying to heal Chiriko again. His whole body glowed red and he got a determined look on his face. The only thing that told everyone that he was a "bit" nervous was his trembling hand. Chichiri crashed through the doors, huffing and panting as he tried to slow down his heart rate.
"C-Chiri-ko... we have to get him to Taiitsukan. NOW!"
he made a spell quickly with his right hand and the next minute, everyone except Miaka and Tasuki appeared in Taiitsukun's palace*.
Taiitsukun appeared in front of the group, nyan-nyans by her side. She took one look at Chiriko and nodded at the nyan-nyans. They went to Hotohori, who had been carrying him, and began to crowd around Chiriko, still muttering "fix fix, heal heal"
"You got him here just in time Chichiri... although even now I am not sure..."
Chichiri nodded grimly as he looked at the crowd of nyan-nyans surrounding Chiriko. He turned to the confused group of seishi( minus Tasuki).
"that sword... it was enchanted. The wound cannot be healed by one person alone, not even Mitsukake. But... along with it there was a spell. The wound can be healed in time but the spell... that's what I am worried about. Hopefully it hasn't spread far and the nyan nyans can get it out of his sytem before it does and real harm to- "
he was cut off by a nyan nyan flying into him. The nyan nyan's body sparked with black energy and she/he* was in pain.
"...Muahahahaha... Hahahahahaa...HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!"
evil laughter echoed through the room and everyone's attention was suddenly turned to Chiriko. The Nyan nyans were gone, flung to every direction. "chiriko" was FLOATING in midair, his eyes glinting and pure raven black...
end version 2
(note) *'s:
I don't know the name of Taiitsukun's mountain. Anyone tell me?
2) I don't know and cannot argue about the nyan nyans' genders, although *I* TRULY believe them to be pink-haired girls. DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME ABOUT THEM!!!(That means you Jamachi.)
REMEMBER TO REVIEW!!!! And to vote 1-10!! PLEASE remember to leave a nice LONG review. Please??????? Im spending too much time on this fic to tell the truth... but without reviews, I will lose that SPARK!!!