Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They are property of the
goddess Yuu Watase herself. Yet I thank her for her unknown use of her
characters in my story line. I'm broke. Don't sue me. *sob*.
Hey Miaka. What's a 'Christmas'?
It was a nice quiet December day in Konan palace, and all things were going quit well.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Well, except for that. You see, for 'that' is a very excited Miaka, and when Miaka gets excited, well.. You know. And as we finish 'that', the real 'that' came running around the corner, waving an American calendar in her hand.
"Tamahomeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Hotohoriiii! Nurikoooo! Chichiriiiiii! Tasukiiiii! Mitsukakeee! Chirikoooooooo! Come here you guys! Guess what guess what!!!! Tamahome!" shouted the overly happy girl, making her way into a room that just coincidentally contained all seven frightened seishi.
"Miaka! What's wrong!? Did someone try to rape you again?"
"Did Yui once again claim her hatred for you?"
"Has the kitchen closed no da?"
"Did Tamahome-san break up with you again?"
"Oh no! You're not pregnant, are you!?"
"WHAT? WHY WOULD SHE BE F***ING PREGNANT TAMAHOME!?"
"Never mind. Wrong story line."
"Hold on everyone," cried the excited Miko, "look at this!" holding out the calendar in their faces, she smiled quite triumphantly for a gluttonous heroine. But of course, even though she was the heroine, she had her moments where she made no sense to her seishi. This was one of them. Clearing his throat, Nuriko spoke out first. How brave.
"Uh.. Miaka, what is it?"
"It's a Calendar! Look what day it is! LOOK LOOK!"
Eyeing the foreign object suspiciously, Chiriko took it into his hands.
"Why, today is the 19th of December." He stated.
"YUP!" screamed Miaka, as all her seishi shrank back in fear.
"Uh. so?"
"That means it's only six days till Christmas!!!!!" And there she goes confusing her seishi again.
"Hey Miaka. what's a 'Christmas'?
Her eyes went wide.
".. And that's what Christmas is!" She finished. All around her sat her seishi, in different states of awe. Tamahome was asleep. Hotohori was sparkling as usual. Nuriko was cackling like a pervert. Chichiri had his head in Miaka's lap, sighing about how wonderful it sounded. Tasuki was asleep on top of Tamahome, his elbow digging into his head, and snoring. Mitsukake was looking warily at Nuriko. And Chiriko. dear innocent Chiriko was raving around the room about reindeer not being able to fly. All in all it was a Kodak moment.
"Oh how I wish we could have a Christmas celebration just like I described." Sighed Miaka.
"Daaaaaaa." Sighed Chichiri along with her. Hotohori stood, sparkles and all, and walked over to Miaka, stepping on Tamahome and Tasuki on the way.
"Then we will. I would do anything for you Miaka." Grasping her hand tighter, he turned to the rest of the seishi.
"Everyone! Wake up! We are going to prepare a Chriswasp for Miaka!"
"Hotohori, it's ChristMAS, not wasp."
"*ahem* Right. That. We are going to celebrate Miaka's strange foreign holiday!"
Hearing the emperor of Konan speak out, most of them actually did get up and listen to him.
"I shall be in charge of the planning, along with Miaka. Tamahome! You will be in charge of getting a Trystmas tree! Mitsukake and Chiriko, you two will be in charge of the Spitmas feast! Tasuki, Chichiri, and Nuriko shall work on decorations! Now everyone, snap to it! We only have six days!" And with that, the six other seishi filed groggily out of the room, whining about their duties. Left behind was Nuriko, who was still cackling, and an overjoyed - yet skeptical - Miaka.
"Christmas.. Hotohori." she said, a feeling of stupidity washing over her for no apparent reason. o_O
Hey Miaka. What's a 'Christmas'?
It was a nice quiet December day in Konan palace, and all things were going quit well.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Well, except for that. You see, for 'that' is a very excited Miaka, and when Miaka gets excited, well.. You know. And as we finish 'that', the real 'that' came running around the corner, waving an American calendar in her hand.
"Tamahomeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Hotohoriiii! Nurikoooo! Chichiriiiiii! Tasukiiiii! Mitsukakeee! Chirikoooooooo! Come here you guys! Guess what guess what!!!! Tamahome!" shouted the overly happy girl, making her way into a room that just coincidentally contained all seven frightened seishi.
"Miaka! What's wrong!? Did someone try to rape you again?"
"Did Yui once again claim her hatred for you?"
"Has the kitchen closed no da?"
"Did Tamahome-san break up with you again?"
"Oh no! You're not pregnant, are you!?"
"WHAT? WHY WOULD SHE BE F***ING PREGNANT TAMAHOME!?"
"Never mind. Wrong story line."
"Hold on everyone," cried the excited Miko, "look at this!" holding out the calendar in their faces, she smiled quite triumphantly for a gluttonous heroine. But of course, even though she was the heroine, she had her moments where she made no sense to her seishi. This was one of them. Clearing his throat, Nuriko spoke out first. How brave.
"Uh.. Miaka, what is it?"
"It's a Calendar! Look what day it is! LOOK LOOK!"
Eyeing the foreign object suspiciously, Chiriko took it into his hands.
"Why, today is the 19th of December." He stated.
"YUP!" screamed Miaka, as all her seishi shrank back in fear.
"Uh. so?"
"That means it's only six days till Christmas!!!!!" And there she goes confusing her seishi again.
"Hey Miaka. what's a 'Christmas'?
Her eyes went wide.
".. And that's what Christmas is!" She finished. All around her sat her seishi, in different states of awe. Tamahome was asleep. Hotohori was sparkling as usual. Nuriko was cackling like a pervert. Chichiri had his head in Miaka's lap, sighing about how wonderful it sounded. Tasuki was asleep on top of Tamahome, his elbow digging into his head, and snoring. Mitsukake was looking warily at Nuriko. And Chiriko. dear innocent Chiriko was raving around the room about reindeer not being able to fly. All in all it was a Kodak moment.
"Oh how I wish we could have a Christmas celebration just like I described." Sighed Miaka.
"Daaaaaaa." Sighed Chichiri along with her. Hotohori stood, sparkles and all, and walked over to Miaka, stepping on Tamahome and Tasuki on the way.
"Then we will. I would do anything for you Miaka." Grasping her hand tighter, he turned to the rest of the seishi.
"Everyone! Wake up! We are going to prepare a Chriswasp for Miaka!"
"Hotohori, it's ChristMAS, not wasp."
"*ahem* Right. That. We are going to celebrate Miaka's strange foreign holiday!"
Hearing the emperor of Konan speak out, most of them actually did get up and listen to him.
"I shall be in charge of the planning, along with Miaka. Tamahome! You will be in charge of getting a Trystmas tree! Mitsukake and Chiriko, you two will be in charge of the Spitmas feast! Tasuki, Chichiri, and Nuriko shall work on decorations! Now everyone, snap to it! We only have six days!" And with that, the six other seishi filed groggily out of the room, whining about their duties. Left behind was Nuriko, who was still cackling, and an overjoyed - yet skeptical - Miaka.
"Christmas.. Hotohori." she said, a feeling of stupidity washing over her for no apparent reason. o_O