Chapter 2
(knock knock) "Hello! Who is it? It's Genrou's good buddy Kouji. Oh,
hi, Kouji! Come on in!" The door opened slightly. "Arigato."
Tasuki looked up, and his old pal a lop-sided grin. "Hey there, Kouji! How'd the raid go?" Kouji's face lit up.
"Oh, man Gen-chan! It went great. You should have been there, though it would have been even better. You have a way of getting the boys riled up."
"Gomen ne, Kouji, but I had to pack."
"You have to go, don't you?" Tasuki nodded.
"Yea, I told Chichiri I'd be there for sure. No way I'd let the guy down. I kinda want to see if Boushin is still bald and drooly as well." Kouji chuckled. He knew that Tasuki liked the kid, but would never admit it. He also knew of another factor that might have persuaded Tasuki to go.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain brunette miko, would it?"
"Dunno yet. Chichiri didn't mention if Mi-chan was gonna make a show or not. Knowing Miaka, though, if she can be a part of this, she will be."
"So what exactly is 'this', anyway?"
"Chichiri didn't say."
"Typical." Tasuki rolled his eyes and stuffed a shirt into his pack.
Chichiri sat in his usual spot by the pond. 'What the heck is taking them so long?' he thought to himself. 'The Guardians should have been here days ago. I should probably see if everything is alright. . .'
Miaka strapped a pack onto her horse, and looked back at Kurea and Naomi. She had joined the about a month ago. Thay seemed to accept her pretty well, especially Naomi. She kind of reminded Miaka of Nuriko, in the way she acted as a 'mother' figure for her and Kurea. Naomi looked a bit like her too. She was tall and elegant, with short hair about three shades darker than Nuriko's, and violet eyes. Naomi and Miaka had become friends instantly.
Kurea, the shortest of them all, and the eldest, has long blonde ringlets and brown eyes so dark they were almost black. It had taken Miaka a while to earn her trust, but in time the older girl had come to respect Miaka.
Miaka's own murky green eyes had brightened to an emerald color. Her russet hair had grown out very long, almost as long as Hotohori's or Nuriko's. It waved and curled like a thing alive, though, and she had to stuggle with it every morning in an attempt to get it to behave. She often had the urge to hack it off. She never would, though. Kurea thought her hair was pretty, and would kill her if she did something like that. She was tall and slender now, but still pretty flat-chested.
Miaka straightened out her red kimono and flipped her long braid over her shoulder. She started to mount her horse.
"Miaka! Mi-a-ka- chaaan! Can you hear me?"
"Chichiri?"
"Konnichi wa, Miaka! Um, just curious, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU???"
"Um, yea. We. . . kinda got lost. But we figured it out. We should be at Eiyo by nightfall tomorrow."
"Good, good. Tasuki will be here tomorrow as well. Tamahome and I are already at the palace.
Miaka smiled at the thought of seeing Tamahome again. "Alright, we'll see you!"
"Ja, mata."
Miaka, Kurea and Naomi rode through Chouko early that morning. Miaka remembered her first time there, when the found Mitsukake. Kurea, lost in her thoughts, barely noticed as another horse whizzed past her, rider holding on for dear life and cussing up a storm. That is, at least until her own horse, startled by the commotion, reared up. Miaka instantly kicked her filly into a strong gallop after the runaway to if anything satisfy her curiosity.
Tasuki's horse skidded to a stop, and reared up, leaving him on his butt on the ground. "Damn horse." He muttered under his breath as a cloaked rider came up beside him.
Miaka watched as the young man's horse threw it's rider. "Are you ok, sir?" Miaka climbed off her horse to help him. She untied her camel- colored cloak and draped it over her horse, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Can I be of assistance?" The young man turned his head, and Miaka's eyes went wide.
Tasuki turned to the petite brunette standing before him. He smiled. She spoke, as she kneeled down beside him. "My name is Daiani."
"Kouji?" Miaka's eyes lit up as she recognized her old friend.
"Long time no see, Miaka."
Kinda strange at the end of the chapter, ne? Just thought I'd play with your minds for a bit, no da. Sorry if I really confused anyone. Review!
Tasuki looked up, and his old pal a lop-sided grin. "Hey there, Kouji! How'd the raid go?" Kouji's face lit up.
"Oh, man Gen-chan! It went great. You should have been there, though it would have been even better. You have a way of getting the boys riled up."
"Gomen ne, Kouji, but I had to pack."
"You have to go, don't you?" Tasuki nodded.
"Yea, I told Chichiri I'd be there for sure. No way I'd let the guy down. I kinda want to see if Boushin is still bald and drooly as well." Kouji chuckled. He knew that Tasuki liked the kid, but would never admit it. He also knew of another factor that might have persuaded Tasuki to go.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain brunette miko, would it?"
"Dunno yet. Chichiri didn't mention if Mi-chan was gonna make a show or not. Knowing Miaka, though, if she can be a part of this, she will be."
"So what exactly is 'this', anyway?"
"Chichiri didn't say."
"Typical." Tasuki rolled his eyes and stuffed a shirt into his pack.
Chichiri sat in his usual spot by the pond. 'What the heck is taking them so long?' he thought to himself. 'The Guardians should have been here days ago. I should probably see if everything is alright. . .'
Miaka strapped a pack onto her horse, and looked back at Kurea and Naomi. She had joined the about a month ago. Thay seemed to accept her pretty well, especially Naomi. She kind of reminded Miaka of Nuriko, in the way she acted as a 'mother' figure for her and Kurea. Naomi looked a bit like her too. She was tall and elegant, with short hair about three shades darker than Nuriko's, and violet eyes. Naomi and Miaka had become friends instantly.
Kurea, the shortest of them all, and the eldest, has long blonde ringlets and brown eyes so dark they were almost black. It had taken Miaka a while to earn her trust, but in time the older girl had come to respect Miaka.
Miaka's own murky green eyes had brightened to an emerald color. Her russet hair had grown out very long, almost as long as Hotohori's or Nuriko's. It waved and curled like a thing alive, though, and she had to stuggle with it every morning in an attempt to get it to behave. She often had the urge to hack it off. She never would, though. Kurea thought her hair was pretty, and would kill her if she did something like that. She was tall and slender now, but still pretty flat-chested.
Miaka straightened out her red kimono and flipped her long braid over her shoulder. She started to mount her horse.
"Miaka! Mi-a-ka- chaaan! Can you hear me?"
"Chichiri?"
"Konnichi wa, Miaka! Um, just curious, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU???"
"Um, yea. We. . . kinda got lost. But we figured it out. We should be at Eiyo by nightfall tomorrow."
"Good, good. Tasuki will be here tomorrow as well. Tamahome and I are already at the palace.
Miaka smiled at the thought of seeing Tamahome again. "Alright, we'll see you!"
"Ja, mata."
Miaka, Kurea and Naomi rode through Chouko early that morning. Miaka remembered her first time there, when the found Mitsukake. Kurea, lost in her thoughts, barely noticed as another horse whizzed past her, rider holding on for dear life and cussing up a storm. That is, at least until her own horse, startled by the commotion, reared up. Miaka instantly kicked her filly into a strong gallop after the runaway to if anything satisfy her curiosity.
Tasuki's horse skidded to a stop, and reared up, leaving him on his butt on the ground. "Damn horse." He muttered under his breath as a cloaked rider came up beside him.
Miaka watched as the young man's horse threw it's rider. "Are you ok, sir?" Miaka climbed off her horse to help him. She untied her camel- colored cloak and draped it over her horse, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Can I be of assistance?" The young man turned his head, and Miaka's eyes went wide.
Tasuki turned to the petite brunette standing before him. He smiled. She spoke, as she kneeled down beside him. "My name is Daiani."
"Kouji?" Miaka's eyes lit up as she recognized her old friend.
"Long time no see, Miaka."
Kinda strange at the end of the chapter, ne? Just thought I'd play with your minds for a bit, no da. Sorry if I really confused anyone. Review!