Gen-chan: Hey there everyone! Remember me?! Don't worry I'm not dead! Though I am in hell right now *Mumbles* .school. *mumbles* Anywayz sorry for the really long delay! Enjoy!



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On The Flip Side

By:Gen-chan



"I.it's.GONE!" Tasuki stammered.

"No shit Sherlock" A strong voice drifted out of the dying bushes to their right.

"AHHH! Who said that?!" Miaka shrieked.

"Shut up baka." The voice snapped. Soon after a tall man stepped out of the bushes. His long brunette bangs hid his face from the four spectators in front of him. His raged clothes where dirtied and torn as if he had been battling in the mud, the colors long worn out. His long blood-matted hair hung limply down his back, dirt discoloring its natural brown.

"Who are you? What happened to the palace?" Tamahome ordered.

"Don't get smart with me bastard. I'm in no mood for any games." The voice slurred. The man slowly lifted his head to face the four people before him. Glazed brown eyes glittered as they viewed his present company. His dirty face was lean and pale, and gave him the look as if he had just risen from the grave.

"Who the fuck are you? And how dare you talk to the Miaka that way!" Tasuki shouted.

"And what am I? Chopped liver?" Tamahome mumbled under his breath.

The grave man before them did not seem pleased by their teasing and continued to scowl at the two young men before him. The two hotheaded seishi continued to growl at each other until a startled gasp sounded behind them.

"Hotohori-sama?"

"Huh?" Both Tasuki and Tamahome blurted out as they looked at Nuriko as if he had lost his mind.

"What da `hell are ya talkin` bout Nuriko?" Tasuki asked. His only reply was the pointing of a slightly shaking finger in the direction of the raged stranger. The other three turned around once again to face the still scowling man in front of them.

"Where did you see him Nuriko?" Tamahome asked as he peered into the trees behind the man. "I can't find him."

"Fools! Where the fuck have you been, the lot of you, no da?" A familiar yet completely foreign voice called out from the direction of the place ruins. The occupants of the clearing all turned towards the voice unprepared to see a man come crashing through the bushes, headed strait towards them.

"Who.who are you?" Miaka whispered, in fear of the distinctly familiar blue haired man stomping through the undergrowth.

The brunette man behind them quickly bowed so low his hair touched the ground, with a muttered, "Chichiri-sama"



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gen-chan: Again sorry for the delay, heh heh. Though the *sniff* lack of reviews *sniff* was not exactly motivating. Oh well review please and tell me what ya think! Ja!