Author's Notes: Look! Another update! Hoorah! When am I going to update
"Forebodings", you ask? What are you, spoiled?
Has anyone seen the commercials for the new Fox show, Firefly? For the
benefit of those who don't know, the commercial goes like this: This guy is
a mercenary, and would do any job for the right price. But he never cared
about the money, until one day he got a job that he cared about beyond the
money. Then there's a shot of a girl curled up naked in a metal suitcase,
and some very uniquely designed spaceships. Can you guess? At the end of
the commercial, I was left staring at the TV, yelling, "IT'S OUTLAW STAR!
IT'S FREAKIN' OUTLAW STAR! JOSS WHEDON RIPPED OFF OUTLAW STAR!" Okay, so
it has more characters than Outlaw Star (as opposed to just Gene and Jim,
there's about six people) and they had the ship first, but still, the
influence is VERY heavily visible. So shameless. Honestly, Joss, I
expected better of you.
By the way, the black cat in the last chapter was Kuro-neko-sama of Trigun.
The cosplayer was my friend Vicky, who dressed as Kuro-neko-sama for Anime
Expo a month ago.
The six were sitting on couches and chairs in Miaka and Taka's apartment. Chisa had Tama-neko in her lap as she stroked his back.
"Hotohori, I just noticed! You cut your hair! It looks good!" Miaka exclaimed.
He brightened noticeably. "Thank you, Miaka! I was a bit concerned at first, but your praise reassures me: I am as beautiful as ever." Everyone facefaulted.
"Hey, why didn't you react that way when I said it looked good?" Chisa asked, thwapping him over the head. "What's so special about her praise? No offence, Miaka," she added.
"It's okay," Miaka laughed. "But I never imagined I would see you guys again. This is so great! What has everyone been up to?"
The four from the Universe of the Four Gods looked down at the floor for a second. Then Chisa looked up with a forced bright, cheerful smile plastered on her face. "Well, for the last five years, things have been great! We were all living at the palace together. Tasuki and I drove the advisors *nuts*."
"Aw, those stuffy old s**theads needed it," Tasuki put in.
"How was it being empress?" Miaka asked.
"*Hard*," Chisa said.
"Chisa was a fine empress," Hotohori said, putting his hand over hers.
"She refused to be just a figurehead, no da," Chichiri added. "She didn't need to do anything, but she did, no da."
"That's all great," Taka interrupted, "but I gotta wonder: Why are you guys here?"
Hotohori looked down again and shut his eyes in a pained expression. Chisa gasped and buried her face in her husband's shoulder with her arms wrapped tight around him.
"Chi.Chichiri.you tell them. I just.I just can't talk about it." The last word was consumed in a sob.
Chichiri turned to Miaka and Taka with a worried, upset expression on his face. "Hotohori's older brother Shimizu usurped the throne, no da," he explained. "Taiitsukun sent us here so we wouldn't be executed, no da."
There was a stunned silence. Hotohori's face, once again, took a weary, dead expression. He got up and walked into the next room.
Chisa got up and walked up to Taka. She looked him straight in the eyes.and punched him full in the face.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Taka exclaimed.
"Baka!" Chisa shouted back at him, trembling in rage. "Hotohori was doing better in the last couple hours than he has been since the whole ordeal started! He was so depressed. Then, when we came here, and we were with old friends, and he was distracted from the problem, and he was doing just fine! Now, you go and bring the whole thing up! I can't believe your total lack of tact!" Tears of anger and frustration flowed freely down her cheeks. She socked him once, this time on the shoulder, and stormed out of the room after Hotohori.
Miaka, too, shot him a dirty look, and followed Chisa.
"But.I didn't mean to." Taka said, shocked.
"Eh, women. They're always mad about something or other. No use trying to understand why," Tasuki said, leaning back. Chisa's sandal sailed through the door and connected, whacking him soundly on the head.
"I'll just sit hear and be quiet, no da," Chichiri said sagely, since he did not wish to obtain any bodily injuries.
"Nyao," said Tama-neko, as if in agreement.
~**~
Miaka found Chisa and Hotohori in the guest room. They were sitting on the bed, Chisa sitting up and Hotohori lying down, asleep, with his head in her lap. She was stroking his hair.
"Chisa?" Miaka said.
She looked up. Her face was tearstained and her eyes were red from crying. "I.I don't know what I'm going to do. Everything I've ever known has turned upside down. I'm so confused! Last time I was confused and unsure of my life, it was when I fell in love with Hotohori, when I first became empress. But that was confusing in an exciting, wonderful sort of way. Now I'm confused in a scary, painful sort of way. I mean, I've been torn away from the only life I've ever known. It's scary. Hell, it's *terrifying*! And even scarier is, I don't what *he's* going to do." She looked back down at her slumbering husband.
"I understand," Miaka offered. And she did.
"Oh, of course. When you were put in the Universe of the Four Gods," Chisa whispered. "And you didn't even know anybody."
"Well, it wasn't long before I met Tamahome and Hotohori and Nuriko," Miaka said.
"Of course.all three wonderful people." Tears, once again, began to fall from Chisa's eyes. Tears for Nuriko's memory, tears for her husband's plight, and tears for herself.
End notes: Aw, man, this is hard. Hard for me to write, that is. I mean, not that the words don't come to me. Quite the opposite, actually. Writing this has been easier for me than anything in the past few months. But the character Chisa is very near and dear to my heart, and I experience nearly every emotion she does. So writing this is very difficult and painful. Not to mention that, being fifteen, I've been going through a lot of confusing changes in my life. Not of the magnitude of our beloved heroes and heroine, but still.those who know me will probably understand. ALSO: If anyone has a code for livejournal, could I please have it? All my friends have one, but no one has a code, so I can't get one for myself. It sucks! So, if anyone has a code, e-mail me!
The six were sitting on couches and chairs in Miaka and Taka's apartment. Chisa had Tama-neko in her lap as she stroked his back.
"Hotohori, I just noticed! You cut your hair! It looks good!" Miaka exclaimed.
He brightened noticeably. "Thank you, Miaka! I was a bit concerned at first, but your praise reassures me: I am as beautiful as ever." Everyone facefaulted.
"Hey, why didn't you react that way when I said it looked good?" Chisa asked, thwapping him over the head. "What's so special about her praise? No offence, Miaka," she added.
"It's okay," Miaka laughed. "But I never imagined I would see you guys again. This is so great! What has everyone been up to?"
The four from the Universe of the Four Gods looked down at the floor for a second. Then Chisa looked up with a forced bright, cheerful smile plastered on her face. "Well, for the last five years, things have been great! We were all living at the palace together. Tasuki and I drove the advisors *nuts*."
"Aw, those stuffy old s**theads needed it," Tasuki put in.
"How was it being empress?" Miaka asked.
"*Hard*," Chisa said.
"Chisa was a fine empress," Hotohori said, putting his hand over hers.
"She refused to be just a figurehead, no da," Chichiri added. "She didn't need to do anything, but she did, no da."
"That's all great," Taka interrupted, "but I gotta wonder: Why are you guys here?"
Hotohori looked down again and shut his eyes in a pained expression. Chisa gasped and buried her face in her husband's shoulder with her arms wrapped tight around him.
"Chi.Chichiri.you tell them. I just.I just can't talk about it." The last word was consumed in a sob.
Chichiri turned to Miaka and Taka with a worried, upset expression on his face. "Hotohori's older brother Shimizu usurped the throne, no da," he explained. "Taiitsukun sent us here so we wouldn't be executed, no da."
There was a stunned silence. Hotohori's face, once again, took a weary, dead expression. He got up and walked into the next room.
Chisa got up and walked up to Taka. She looked him straight in the eyes.and punched him full in the face.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Taka exclaimed.
"Baka!" Chisa shouted back at him, trembling in rage. "Hotohori was doing better in the last couple hours than he has been since the whole ordeal started! He was so depressed. Then, when we came here, and we were with old friends, and he was distracted from the problem, and he was doing just fine! Now, you go and bring the whole thing up! I can't believe your total lack of tact!" Tears of anger and frustration flowed freely down her cheeks. She socked him once, this time on the shoulder, and stormed out of the room after Hotohori.
Miaka, too, shot him a dirty look, and followed Chisa.
"But.I didn't mean to." Taka said, shocked.
"Eh, women. They're always mad about something or other. No use trying to understand why," Tasuki said, leaning back. Chisa's sandal sailed through the door and connected, whacking him soundly on the head.
"I'll just sit hear and be quiet, no da," Chichiri said sagely, since he did not wish to obtain any bodily injuries.
"Nyao," said Tama-neko, as if in agreement.
~**~
Miaka found Chisa and Hotohori in the guest room. They were sitting on the bed, Chisa sitting up and Hotohori lying down, asleep, with his head in her lap. She was stroking his hair.
"Chisa?" Miaka said.
She looked up. Her face was tearstained and her eyes were red from crying. "I.I don't know what I'm going to do. Everything I've ever known has turned upside down. I'm so confused! Last time I was confused and unsure of my life, it was when I fell in love with Hotohori, when I first became empress. But that was confusing in an exciting, wonderful sort of way. Now I'm confused in a scary, painful sort of way. I mean, I've been torn away from the only life I've ever known. It's scary. Hell, it's *terrifying*! And even scarier is, I don't what *he's* going to do." She looked back down at her slumbering husband.
"I understand," Miaka offered. And she did.
"Oh, of course. When you were put in the Universe of the Four Gods," Chisa whispered. "And you didn't even know anybody."
"Well, it wasn't long before I met Tamahome and Hotohori and Nuriko," Miaka said.
"Of course.all three wonderful people." Tears, once again, began to fall from Chisa's eyes. Tears for Nuriko's memory, tears for her husband's plight, and tears for herself.
End notes: Aw, man, this is hard. Hard for me to write, that is. I mean, not that the words don't come to me. Quite the opposite, actually. Writing this has been easier for me than anything in the past few months. But the character Chisa is very near and dear to my heart, and I experience nearly every emotion she does. So writing this is very difficult and painful. Not to mention that, being fifteen, I've been going through a lot of confusing changes in my life. Not of the magnitude of our beloved heroes and heroine, but still.those who know me will probably understand. ALSO: If anyone has a code for livejournal, could I please have it? All my friends have one, but no one has a code, so I can't get one for myself. It sucks! So, if anyone has a code, e-mail me!