Disclaimer--- *pathetic eyes* I can't do it, Chichiri…

            Chichiri—All right all right no da. Kanojo wa FY o whatever own is in Japanese ja nai, or something to that effect. No da.

AN—umm… I'm back…? Hi? No da!!! It's the last chapter to this ficcie no da… The notes are short because I feel so darned sick right now. So we will go on…

Chapter 11- In which announcements go horribly, terribly wrong and fangirls fight it out.

The entire trailer went deathly silent, leaving the Suzaku seishi to their evil flashbacks of demon lords and unwanted memories and disappearing siblings. Tamahome, as usual, was having the worst time of it, remembering, or rather not, the theft of his precious Jewels That Contain Recollections of Conversations With Miaka Involving Highly Enlightening Repetition of her Name.

"All right," Tenkou's rather nasal voice continued. "Today's date is D-day. The time is of no importance to you scum. Will you please stand for the pledge of allegiance."

"I pledge allegiance to Seiryuu

The greatest god of 'em all.

And to the country o'er which he lords

One empire, under Him,

With swords and machetes for all," the class chorused dutifully, saluting a huge quite obviously plastic statue of some strange creature that could vaguely resemble a dragon if you kinda screwed your eyes up and focused right past it. shadow priestess, for her part, found herself struggling to resist the urge to point and laugh insanely while shrieking "FISH NDA!!" whereas K-chan was already planting the requisite landmines. It was, overall, a most strained class.

"Now will you please pause for a moment of quiet reflection." Papers could be heard shuffling in the background, immediately followed by a HUGE LOUD explosion noise.

"MINNIE!!!" the voice of the dragon god roared. You could almost hear the smoke coming out of his nostrils. "How dare you stack the assault rifle on my bombs?! These weapons are, in case you didn't know, VERY VALUABLE AND HIGHLY EXPENSIVE!"

Cue Tama-baby drooling in the background.

"The intercom's on, Seiryuu," Tenkou hissed. "And Minnie does not happen to be my name." He cleared his throat very loudly to cover up the little popping noises. "Ok then. The assassin club will be meeting after school in the cafeteria. Please bring your own weapons, as we cannot supply them. Also, the Kill Nuriko Club, led by Ashitare, will be held on the baseball field."

"The WHAT?!?!?!?" Taira exclaimed, positively outraged. "Why that little--------" She promptly glomped Nuriko, waving her Sword Used Specifically for Hurting/ Killing People Who Claim/ Bash Her Bishounen around in quite a dangerous manner. "Nobody touches Nuri-chan!! It's a SIN to hurt the greatest seishi ever! An absolute SIN!!"

"Chichiri's the greatest!!" shadow priestess announced, latching on to her idol. "All must bow before him and the utter coolness of his scar!! Not to mention his amasing magic and his maturity and how adorable he is," she added, happily poking the chibi.

"Humph!!!" K-chan countered eloquently from her spot on Tasuki's leg. "Tasuki is the one with FANGS around here!! And he has a tessan and superhuman speed and kawaiiness and hyperness and ME on his side!!"

Chichiri very calmly held up the tessan and waved it in K-chan's face. 

"Mine," Tasuki declared sulkily.

"Mine no da!"

"Mine."

"Mine no da!"

"Mine."

"HIS NO DA!!"

"Yeah, really no da."

"MY TASUKI'S!!!"

"Nuriko's!"

"Chichiri's!"

"Tasuki's!!"

"Nuriko's!!"

"Mine," Tomo cut in smoothly, taking the fan and dumping it into a convenient drawer.

"Now look what you did!" five voices accused.

"Oh, and the thought for the day is, Seiryuu , as supreme deity of Kutou-koku, dragon god of the east, and principal of Towa High School, could kick the chicken of the south's butt any day." Unbeknownst to all, Tenkou's voice had droned on through all this mayhem. "And al always, make it a great day. Or not. The choice is yours." (They said that at my school. Really.)

Meanwhile, Tair had dragged Nuriko out for an "innocent stroll", leaving K-chan and shadow priestess to their little torture sessions. At the moment they were arguing over the worst seishi…

"Tamahome na no da."

"Really! Why'd he steal my birthday?!" (Poor K-chan was born on Tama-baby's birthday…)

"Then Hotohori."

"WHAT?!?! NO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O!!!!!!"

"Yep. And ya know who the BEST seishi is??"

K-chan paused. "Chichiri?"

"Nope. DEAD TAMA!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!"

The two girls somehow managed to bandit dance on the overhead projector.

"Tim to make our dream reality no da!!" shadow priestess yanked out her Rapier That She Doesn't Own But That She Would Kill to Have so That She Could Attack People She Hated Totally Randomly, and K-chan just blinked at the long name. (I'm quite fond of making those up…)

Once she recovered, though, she reached into spandex space and pulled out a supply of more landmines.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

****

Up on Taikyoku-zan, a row of Nyan-nyans sat wide-eyed in front of the Spy Mirror That Shows Things Just Like a VCR. "Tamahome go boom…" they sighed, shaking their heads sadly.

~~~owari da no da!!~~~

It's happened… *bursts into noisy violent tears* My little ficcie-chan is over no da… It can't be! *runs off in total denial* It is NOT TRUE!! NO NO NO!!! Umm… I suppose since everybody's whining I could write another day… but you hafta keep whining. If I get what I deem "proper review numbers" then I might consider it. Just a thought… Oh and review numbers can speed up updates, as evidenced by Miryokuteki Yuugi (relatively quick) and Crystal Phoenix (all but frozen). Don't worry if you're reading it, I'll update someday! I haven't forgotten!! Don't forget to leave a review no da!!!!!

PS--- Just outta curiosity, who's put me on their favorites? I only know three people nda.