Thank you for all the reviews.. I'm glad you liked it.. didn't expects such
input! Wow! Anyway, for those of you who were wondering, it was intended
to be slightly comedic, as is this next section. This is just like a nice
little protest against those who pair Tasuki with Chichiri and Miaka with
Taka. Not that I don't like Miaka/Taka fics or Tasuki/Chichiri fics, (as
long as they are well written) just that I like to poke fun. (I have a
Taka/Miaka and Tasuki/oc(female) fic next generation thing too. Soo yeah.
Don't mean to offend, but don't mean to be too serious. C'mon lets have
fun! If you do have a problem, tell me (politely) and I will either correct
or apologize. On with the story.
Part two: Gay? What's that?
Chichiri was sitting, fishing, and thinking about the things that had happened that afternoon. The sun was setting on the water, and it was very pretty. Chichiri didn't have a lot of time to notice it though. His mind was racing.
Since Miaka had left with Taka, Tasuki had been longing for her. Ever since she got back, she had been hanging on him. As far as romance was concerned, this was the perfect opportunity for Tasuki. He and Miaka could get together and be happy. Unfortunately, as much as they might care for each other, neither of them would be willing to admit their feelings for the other. Also, what if it was to soon for Miaka to be with another man after losing Taka? If she rejected Tasuki in one of his more forceful moods, the whole thing might be spoiled. It was obviously up to him to make things go smoothly. (Wasn't it always?) The monk sat and thought about the predicament for a minute. How could he make Tasuki back off for a while, and still make Miaka feel cared for? Suddenly, he grinned. He had the perfect idea. He could pretend to like Tasuki! Then Miaka would be too involved with trying to persuade Tasuki to give him a chance than feeling left out and sad. Tasuki would probably be very rude about it though. Chichiri laughed. Tasuki would be angry. Well, maybe he should explain things to him. Nah, it would be more fun if he didn't. Now all he had to do was put his plan in action.
"Oh, Miaka no da?" He snuck up on her while she was stuffing her face. She coughed, spitting out her food.
"Oh, Chichiri you scared me." She laughed meekly.
"Miaka, I need your help with something no da." Miaka cheered up instantly. She loved being needed.
"What is it Chichiri?" she chirped, fixing to take another huge bite out of her food.
"Can you talk to Tasuki for me no da?" Chichiri made a big show of blushing and looking down, causing Miaka to sweat drop.
"Err. about what Chichiri?" she asked skeptically. Chichiri looked at her, still blushing.
"I want you to tell him how I feel. Every time I get close, he just.ignores me no da." Then the monk blushed even deeper, twiddling his thumbs and ignoring the priestess's flabbergasted look.
"And how is it that you feel?" her face was an interesting shade of green, Chichiri noted before continuing.
"Well, I think it's love no da." Miaka face faulted.
"Love?! What do you see in him?!" she asked. Chichiri looked at her strangely.
"Well, I've known him a long time no da. And he has a hot body no da. Not to mention the absolutely adorably sexy fangs.no da." Miaka smiled faintly. She couldn't deny any of those things. 'Tasuki is hot, and very sexy' she thought. Who could blame Chichiri for realizing it? But..
"Chichiri.have you always been.gay?" she asked frankly. Chichiri blushed.
"Well.Nuriko and I had a couple of great nights and ever since." He stopped at Miaka's stare of absolute disbelief.
"Nuriko?!" she asked.
"I was just kidding no da. But not about Tasuki. Will you try and persuade him to at least give me a chance no da?"
Miaka laughed. Chichiri and Tasuki? Well, it was strange, but she could see it in her mind if she tried really hard. Really really hard, since she would much rather picture her and Tasuki together.But they were her friends, and it might be for the best if they were.together.
The next morning, (Miaka had been given a room near her friend's rooms, down the hall from Boshin and the lady Houki), Miaka inched out of bed, remembering her conversation with Chichiri the day before. She threw on the same blue dress as yesterday and went to see Tasuki.
He was in his room, next to hers, sound asleep. His hair was a mess of orange locks that spilled across his pillow, which he was hugging fiercely. The covers were thrown off, revealing that the bandit slept in his boxers, red and white striped. Miaka giggled, and turned to leave, when she heard her name.
"No..Miaka." he moaned in his sleep and turned over. Miaka walked over.
"Tasuki?'' she asked. He awoke with a start, and turned to see her staring at him.
"Wahh! Miaka! Ya scared me." He sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "I was havin' a nightmare." He said, inviting her to sit down next to him. Miaka did, smoothing out the rumpled sheets that were still warm from his unruly slumber.
"What was it about?" she asked. He blushed.
"I dreamed that I walked in on you an' Yui in bed havin'.err. then that Taka was trying t' strip me an' kiss me." Miaka laughed.
"Do you think you could ever do that?" she asked him softly. He looked offended.
"What? Kiss Taka?! Yeah right." He turned red, a fang protruding from his frown.
"No, kiss.any guy. For love." Tasuki glared.
"Never. I ain't like that." He said. Climbing out of bed and grabbing some pants from a drawer, he asked her suspiciously.
"Why?" Miaka laughed and turned away while he dressed.
"Oh, uh, well I know some one who might want you to." Miaka heard a thump and knew that Tasuki had just face faulted.
"A guy?!" he asked. Miaka nodded, turning to face him again. She smiled as he struggled with the belt buckle, cursing under his breath. Finally he got it, and sat down to pull on his socks and boots.
"Who?", he asked, trying not to sound too curious. Miaka grinned.
"Chichiri."
"What?!" Tasuki dropped his sock and scooted over to retrieve it. "Chichiri ain't like that."
"He seems to think you're just wonderful. It made me green in the face." She stood up and walked over to him. "Please just give him a chance ok? For me?" She looked like she was about to cry again, and Tasuki didn't want to be caught in her stream of tears.
"Awww fine, but I ain't sayin' I'll kiss him or nothin'." Tasuki stood up and glared at her, strapping the tessen to his back.
"Thank you Tasuki!" she said, hugging him. Tasuki blushed. Chichiri was right, she was a lot bustier.
"Huh, it's nothin'." He grunted and pushed her away. "How about some breakfast?" Miaka smiled and followed him cheerfully.
Later, they were all sitting around outside talking, and eight-year-old Boshin was playing in the sand nearby. Chichiri had told Houki his plan, who agreed, thinking it would be hilarious. Miaka was laughing at something Houki had said about little Boshin when Chichiri started. It was quite innocent at first, scooting over close to Tasuki and trying to catch his eye, but them he was just about groping the poor bandit.
"Owww! Ya pinched my ass!" Tasuki smacked the monk's hand away. Houki giggled hysterically, and Miaka watched over sternly.
"I couldn't help it no da." Chichiri said to Tasuki. Tasuki grumbled, and was about to make a smart remark, when he felt Miaka's gaze.
"Err.Chichiri is there somethin' ya wanna say?" Chichiri looked at him and blushed.
"Why Tasuki I don't think so no da. You're hot no da." The monk leaned over so his face was right next to the bandit's. Tasuki was sweating.
"Can ya get offa me?" he asked. Chichiri nodded and sat back down, grinning at Houki and Miaka. Houki grinned back, but Miaka looked very pale.
After a few days of this, Miaka had begun to feel a bit jealous. Tasuki was spending more time with Chichiri (good bad or otherwise) than with her. She desperately wanted to tell Tasuki that she was ready for a relationship, but she didn't want to hurt Chichiri's feelings. It was very complicated. (Yay! I love that song- it's by Avril Leveigne- probably spelled wrong)
One day Miaka decided that Chichiri wouldn't be so obsessed with Tasuki if he knew how she felt. In fact, Miaka was certain that her dear friend would rather see her with Tasuki than himself.
"Chichiri?" she asked hesitantly. She was wearing the same blue dress, but it had been washed. The monk was sitting in his usual place, fishing. Miaka sat down beside him, brushing the front of her dress.
"Yes Miaka no da?"
"I have to tell you something." The monk looked at her and took of the mask. She looked too serious for him to wear it really.
"What is it no da?" Miaka blushed slightly at the removal of his mask and tried not to look uncomfortable. She put her hand on her face, aware of the scars now that she could see his. They had all been really nice, assuming they were from the accident and not commenting on them. She remembered how she had cried when she saw them right after it happened. She had been sure that no one would ever like her again.
"Chichiri, I really don't want to hurt your feelings, but." Miaka blushed, not wanting to be blunt about it. Chichiri watched her, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
"I- I think.well.I know that I love Tasuki. I'm getting jealous of you, and your one of my best friends." She was afraid to look him in the eyes, but when she did, he smiled.
"Oh, well, I was thinking of giving up on him anyway no da."
"What?!" Miaka just stared. The monk stared back.
"I said, I was thinking of giving up on him anyway no da." Miaka grinned.
"I'm so glad!" she said, hugging him. Chichiri laughed.
"I was just pretending no da. It was fun." He said. Miaka sighed, still hugging him. She was relieved. Somehow.Chichiri and Tasuki together were just twisted and wrong.
"Chichiri, I'm glad. I didn't believe it anyway." Chichiri didn't push her away.
"Then why did you go and tell him that I loved him no da?" he asked quite casually. Miaka sweat dropped.
"Err." Chichiri just nodded.
"Now you need to tell him how you feel no da."
"Ohhhhh.. Can't you tell him? Please! After you tricked me you really owe me." She whined at him, pouting.
"Well. I guess so no da." He scratched his head. Miaka smiled, getting up.
"Thank you Chichiri." She said, smiling. The monk nodded, watching her tromp away happily.
Part two: Gay? What's that?
Chichiri was sitting, fishing, and thinking about the things that had happened that afternoon. The sun was setting on the water, and it was very pretty. Chichiri didn't have a lot of time to notice it though. His mind was racing.
Since Miaka had left with Taka, Tasuki had been longing for her. Ever since she got back, she had been hanging on him. As far as romance was concerned, this was the perfect opportunity for Tasuki. He and Miaka could get together and be happy. Unfortunately, as much as they might care for each other, neither of them would be willing to admit their feelings for the other. Also, what if it was to soon for Miaka to be with another man after losing Taka? If she rejected Tasuki in one of his more forceful moods, the whole thing might be spoiled. It was obviously up to him to make things go smoothly. (Wasn't it always?) The monk sat and thought about the predicament for a minute. How could he make Tasuki back off for a while, and still make Miaka feel cared for? Suddenly, he grinned. He had the perfect idea. He could pretend to like Tasuki! Then Miaka would be too involved with trying to persuade Tasuki to give him a chance than feeling left out and sad. Tasuki would probably be very rude about it though. Chichiri laughed. Tasuki would be angry. Well, maybe he should explain things to him. Nah, it would be more fun if he didn't. Now all he had to do was put his plan in action.
"Oh, Miaka no da?" He snuck up on her while she was stuffing her face. She coughed, spitting out her food.
"Oh, Chichiri you scared me." She laughed meekly.
"Miaka, I need your help with something no da." Miaka cheered up instantly. She loved being needed.
"What is it Chichiri?" she chirped, fixing to take another huge bite out of her food.
"Can you talk to Tasuki for me no da?" Chichiri made a big show of blushing and looking down, causing Miaka to sweat drop.
"Err. about what Chichiri?" she asked skeptically. Chichiri looked at her, still blushing.
"I want you to tell him how I feel. Every time I get close, he just.ignores me no da." Then the monk blushed even deeper, twiddling his thumbs and ignoring the priestess's flabbergasted look.
"And how is it that you feel?" her face was an interesting shade of green, Chichiri noted before continuing.
"Well, I think it's love no da." Miaka face faulted.
"Love?! What do you see in him?!" she asked. Chichiri looked at her strangely.
"Well, I've known him a long time no da. And he has a hot body no da. Not to mention the absolutely adorably sexy fangs.no da." Miaka smiled faintly. She couldn't deny any of those things. 'Tasuki is hot, and very sexy' she thought. Who could blame Chichiri for realizing it? But..
"Chichiri.have you always been.gay?" she asked frankly. Chichiri blushed.
"Well.Nuriko and I had a couple of great nights and ever since." He stopped at Miaka's stare of absolute disbelief.
"Nuriko?!" she asked.
"I was just kidding no da. But not about Tasuki. Will you try and persuade him to at least give me a chance no da?"
Miaka laughed. Chichiri and Tasuki? Well, it was strange, but she could see it in her mind if she tried really hard. Really really hard, since she would much rather picture her and Tasuki together.But they were her friends, and it might be for the best if they were.together.
The next morning, (Miaka had been given a room near her friend's rooms, down the hall from Boshin and the lady Houki), Miaka inched out of bed, remembering her conversation with Chichiri the day before. She threw on the same blue dress as yesterday and went to see Tasuki.
He was in his room, next to hers, sound asleep. His hair was a mess of orange locks that spilled across his pillow, which he was hugging fiercely. The covers were thrown off, revealing that the bandit slept in his boxers, red and white striped. Miaka giggled, and turned to leave, when she heard her name.
"No..Miaka." he moaned in his sleep and turned over. Miaka walked over.
"Tasuki?'' she asked. He awoke with a start, and turned to see her staring at him.
"Wahh! Miaka! Ya scared me." He sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "I was havin' a nightmare." He said, inviting her to sit down next to him. Miaka did, smoothing out the rumpled sheets that were still warm from his unruly slumber.
"What was it about?" she asked. He blushed.
"I dreamed that I walked in on you an' Yui in bed havin'.err. then that Taka was trying t' strip me an' kiss me." Miaka laughed.
"Do you think you could ever do that?" she asked him softly. He looked offended.
"What? Kiss Taka?! Yeah right." He turned red, a fang protruding from his frown.
"No, kiss.any guy. For love." Tasuki glared.
"Never. I ain't like that." He said. Climbing out of bed and grabbing some pants from a drawer, he asked her suspiciously.
"Why?" Miaka laughed and turned away while he dressed.
"Oh, uh, well I know some one who might want you to." Miaka heard a thump and knew that Tasuki had just face faulted.
"A guy?!" he asked. Miaka nodded, turning to face him again. She smiled as he struggled with the belt buckle, cursing under his breath. Finally he got it, and sat down to pull on his socks and boots.
"Who?", he asked, trying not to sound too curious. Miaka grinned.
"Chichiri."
"What?!" Tasuki dropped his sock and scooted over to retrieve it. "Chichiri ain't like that."
"He seems to think you're just wonderful. It made me green in the face." She stood up and walked over to him. "Please just give him a chance ok? For me?" She looked like she was about to cry again, and Tasuki didn't want to be caught in her stream of tears.
"Awww fine, but I ain't sayin' I'll kiss him or nothin'." Tasuki stood up and glared at her, strapping the tessen to his back.
"Thank you Tasuki!" she said, hugging him. Tasuki blushed. Chichiri was right, she was a lot bustier.
"Huh, it's nothin'." He grunted and pushed her away. "How about some breakfast?" Miaka smiled and followed him cheerfully.
Later, they were all sitting around outside talking, and eight-year-old Boshin was playing in the sand nearby. Chichiri had told Houki his plan, who agreed, thinking it would be hilarious. Miaka was laughing at something Houki had said about little Boshin when Chichiri started. It was quite innocent at first, scooting over close to Tasuki and trying to catch his eye, but them he was just about groping the poor bandit.
"Owww! Ya pinched my ass!" Tasuki smacked the monk's hand away. Houki giggled hysterically, and Miaka watched over sternly.
"I couldn't help it no da." Chichiri said to Tasuki. Tasuki grumbled, and was about to make a smart remark, when he felt Miaka's gaze.
"Err.Chichiri is there somethin' ya wanna say?" Chichiri looked at him and blushed.
"Why Tasuki I don't think so no da. You're hot no da." The monk leaned over so his face was right next to the bandit's. Tasuki was sweating.
"Can ya get offa me?" he asked. Chichiri nodded and sat back down, grinning at Houki and Miaka. Houki grinned back, but Miaka looked very pale.
After a few days of this, Miaka had begun to feel a bit jealous. Tasuki was spending more time with Chichiri (good bad or otherwise) than with her. She desperately wanted to tell Tasuki that she was ready for a relationship, but she didn't want to hurt Chichiri's feelings. It was very complicated. (Yay! I love that song- it's by Avril Leveigne- probably spelled wrong)
One day Miaka decided that Chichiri wouldn't be so obsessed with Tasuki if he knew how she felt. In fact, Miaka was certain that her dear friend would rather see her with Tasuki than himself.
"Chichiri?" she asked hesitantly. She was wearing the same blue dress, but it had been washed. The monk was sitting in his usual place, fishing. Miaka sat down beside him, brushing the front of her dress.
"Yes Miaka no da?"
"I have to tell you something." The monk looked at her and took of the mask. She looked too serious for him to wear it really.
"What is it no da?" Miaka blushed slightly at the removal of his mask and tried not to look uncomfortable. She put her hand on her face, aware of the scars now that she could see his. They had all been really nice, assuming they were from the accident and not commenting on them. She remembered how she had cried when she saw them right after it happened. She had been sure that no one would ever like her again.
"Chichiri, I really don't want to hurt your feelings, but." Miaka blushed, not wanting to be blunt about it. Chichiri watched her, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
"I- I think.well.I know that I love Tasuki. I'm getting jealous of you, and your one of my best friends." She was afraid to look him in the eyes, but when she did, he smiled.
"Oh, well, I was thinking of giving up on him anyway no da."
"What?!" Miaka just stared. The monk stared back.
"I said, I was thinking of giving up on him anyway no da." Miaka grinned.
"I'm so glad!" she said, hugging him. Chichiri laughed.
"I was just pretending no da. It was fun." He said. Miaka sighed, still hugging him. She was relieved. Somehow.Chichiri and Tasuki together were just twisted and wrong.
"Chichiri, I'm glad. I didn't believe it anyway." Chichiri didn't push her away.
"Then why did you go and tell him that I loved him no da?" he asked quite casually. Miaka sweat dropped.
"Err." Chichiri just nodded.
"Now you need to tell him how you feel no da."
"Ohhhhh.. Can't you tell him? Please! After you tricked me you really owe me." She whined at him, pouting.
"Well. I guess so no da." He scratched his head. Miaka smiled, getting up.
"Thank you Chichiri." She said, smiling. The monk nodded, watching her tromp away happily.