Author's Notes: I'm baa-aack! That's right, the great Lady Sage has
finally returned to fanfic writing! Rejoice! I'm even starting up on "A
New Life" again! 'Tis a miracle! Anyway, the reason it took me sooooo
long to get started again was because all the continuity errors with the
original were driving me nuts! It was incredibly frustrating. And then, I
finally came up with a solution: All the issues, except for those
ABSOLUTELY necessary to this story are now corrected. Meaning Nuriko,
Chiriko, and Mitsukake are now dead (Hotohori gets to stay alive because
he's necessary to the conflict), and we have Tamahome instead of Taka.
*sniff sniff* As much as I miss Nuriko, it must be done. At least Tama-
neko is still there! Nyao! So, here we go!
Once upon a time in Japan, there was an ordinary apartment with an ordinary couple making an ordinary dinner in the ordinary kitchen on an ordinary day.
In the middle of the ordinary living room in that ordinary apartment, however, and extraordinary event happened. A void appeared, and out fell four people dressed in clothes right out of ancient China.
THUMP! "Oof!"
THUMP! "Oof!"
THUMP! "Oof!"
THUMP! "Oof!"
And on top of that pile, a cat daintily landed on its feet. "Nyao," it intoned.
A rather odd-looking black cat that had ventured into the wrong anime answered, "Nyao!"
A cosplayer dressed as that odd-looking black cat, who was there for no reason, replied, "Nyao!"
The author, who was sitting in bed in the middle of the night going off on weird, sleep (or lack thereof)-induced tangents in her fic also said, "Nyao!"
*Blink blink*
Okay.and now for something completely different.
Anyway, getting back to the ordinary apartment, the ordinary wife (who wasn't really so ordinary after all) came running out of the kitchen to see what was going on. When she saw the pile in the middle of her living room floor, happy tears leaked out of her eyes. "Minna!" she cried.
"Miaka-chan!" Chisa, who was fortunate enough to be on top of the pile, leaped up and ran to greet her friend.
Taka walked out. "What's going on?" Chisa turned around and looked at him. For a moment, she could only stand and stare. A smile slowly spread across her face, and her eyes grew wet with tears of joy. "Kishuku-chan," she whispered. Suddenly, she yelled, "KISHUKU-CHAAAAAAAAAAN!" and launched herself at him, knocking him over. They rolled head over heels, and when they finally stopped, she was sitting on his back with a satisfied smile on her face. "And all was right in the world," she said in a tone that matched her expression. Miaka laughed.
The other three (namely Tasuki, Chichiri, and Hotohori) had managed to drag themselves off of one another, groaning in pain. "How the hell does she move like that after traveling between universes?" Tasuki wondered.
Chisa heard his question; she turned around and stuck out her tongue. "Youthful vigor," she replied, being three months Tasuki's junior.
Tama-neko, the smartest cat in the world, chose that moment to jump up on Chisa's shoulder. Tears sprang to her eyes and she crumpled.
"Heh, thought as much," Tasuki said, and was promptly thwacked by Chisa.
"At least I can *move*, unlike certain redheaded former bandits!" she snapped.
A hand appeared in front of her face, and she took it. Taka pulled her up. "By the way," he said, "it's not 'Kishuku' anymore."
"What?!" Chisa exclaimed. "What are you talking about? Are you denying your past? Refusing your humble beginnings? Now that you live in this time, are you turning into a snob?" Her face was reddening with anger. She was about to punch him when he held up his hand to stop her.
"Jeez, let me finish, would you? I was about to say, I'm not Kishuku anymore. I'm not even Tamahome." He grinned. "I'm Taka, Kishuku's reincarnation."
"Ohhhhh, okay then," Chisa said. "In that case, I really feel I must introduce myself, no matter how many of Kishuku's memories you retain." She smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Chisa, former empress of Konan. And you are.?"
Taka smiled back and took her hand. "My name is Taka Sukunami. It's nice to meet you."
They shook hands, smiling at one another. As Chisa smiled, once again, her eyes became glazed over with tears, and they began to leak. She touched her other hand to her cheek and stared at her wet fingertips.
"Oh, God," she said. "I'm crying again. Jeez, I've just been so overemotional today. I mean, I know I'm always emotional, but lately." She was interrupted by Hotohori hugging her fiercely.
"Hotohori.what're you doing? You.you're too weak.after all that stress."
"I know. You just seemed like you needed a hug," he whispered back.
"You're so stupid," she said. "A total moron." And she kissed him.
"Hey, what's with the PDA?" Tasuki shouted from the floor.
"Do I even exist, no da?" Chichiri, who had received almost no attention this chapter, said.
End notes: Ah, that felt great! It really is good to be back. Anyway, I have some requests. If there is anyone, anyone, ANYONE out there who would like to help illustrate any one of my fanfics, e-mail me at SageDestiny@aol.com. It would be very very very much appreciated. I would love you forever! Also, if anyone wants to beta read, that would be great. Or wants their fics beta read. Whichever. And, of course, review! Ja!
Once upon a time in Japan, there was an ordinary apartment with an ordinary couple making an ordinary dinner in the ordinary kitchen on an ordinary day.
In the middle of the ordinary living room in that ordinary apartment, however, and extraordinary event happened. A void appeared, and out fell four people dressed in clothes right out of ancient China.
THUMP! "Oof!"
THUMP! "Oof!"
THUMP! "Oof!"
THUMP! "Oof!"
And on top of that pile, a cat daintily landed on its feet. "Nyao," it intoned.
A rather odd-looking black cat that had ventured into the wrong anime answered, "Nyao!"
A cosplayer dressed as that odd-looking black cat, who was there for no reason, replied, "Nyao!"
The author, who was sitting in bed in the middle of the night going off on weird, sleep (or lack thereof)-induced tangents in her fic also said, "Nyao!"
*Blink blink*
Okay.and now for something completely different.
Anyway, getting back to the ordinary apartment, the ordinary wife (who wasn't really so ordinary after all) came running out of the kitchen to see what was going on. When she saw the pile in the middle of her living room floor, happy tears leaked out of her eyes. "Minna!" she cried.
"Miaka-chan!" Chisa, who was fortunate enough to be on top of the pile, leaped up and ran to greet her friend.
Taka walked out. "What's going on?" Chisa turned around and looked at him. For a moment, she could only stand and stare. A smile slowly spread across her face, and her eyes grew wet with tears of joy. "Kishuku-chan," she whispered. Suddenly, she yelled, "KISHUKU-CHAAAAAAAAAAN!" and launched herself at him, knocking him over. They rolled head over heels, and when they finally stopped, she was sitting on his back with a satisfied smile on her face. "And all was right in the world," she said in a tone that matched her expression. Miaka laughed.
The other three (namely Tasuki, Chichiri, and Hotohori) had managed to drag themselves off of one another, groaning in pain. "How the hell does she move like that after traveling between universes?" Tasuki wondered.
Chisa heard his question; she turned around and stuck out her tongue. "Youthful vigor," she replied, being three months Tasuki's junior.
Tama-neko, the smartest cat in the world, chose that moment to jump up on Chisa's shoulder. Tears sprang to her eyes and she crumpled.
"Heh, thought as much," Tasuki said, and was promptly thwacked by Chisa.
"At least I can *move*, unlike certain redheaded former bandits!" she snapped.
A hand appeared in front of her face, and she took it. Taka pulled her up. "By the way," he said, "it's not 'Kishuku' anymore."
"What?!" Chisa exclaimed. "What are you talking about? Are you denying your past? Refusing your humble beginnings? Now that you live in this time, are you turning into a snob?" Her face was reddening with anger. She was about to punch him when he held up his hand to stop her.
"Jeez, let me finish, would you? I was about to say, I'm not Kishuku anymore. I'm not even Tamahome." He grinned. "I'm Taka, Kishuku's reincarnation."
"Ohhhhh, okay then," Chisa said. "In that case, I really feel I must introduce myself, no matter how many of Kishuku's memories you retain." She smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Chisa, former empress of Konan. And you are.?"
Taka smiled back and took her hand. "My name is Taka Sukunami. It's nice to meet you."
They shook hands, smiling at one another. As Chisa smiled, once again, her eyes became glazed over with tears, and they began to leak. She touched her other hand to her cheek and stared at her wet fingertips.
"Oh, God," she said. "I'm crying again. Jeez, I've just been so overemotional today. I mean, I know I'm always emotional, but lately." She was interrupted by Hotohori hugging her fiercely.
"Hotohori.what're you doing? You.you're too weak.after all that stress."
"I know. You just seemed like you needed a hug," he whispered back.
"You're so stupid," she said. "A total moron." And she kissed him.
"Hey, what's with the PDA?" Tasuki shouted from the floor.
"Do I even exist, no da?" Chichiri, who had received almost no attention this chapter, said.
End notes: Ah, that felt great! It really is good to be back. Anyway, I have some requests. If there is anyone, anyone, ANYONE out there who would like to help illustrate any one of my fanfics, e-mail me at SageDestiny@aol.com. It would be very very very much appreciated. I would love you forever! Also, if anyone wants to beta read, that would be great. Or wants their fics beta read. Whichever. And, of course, review! Ja!