Hello review ppl! Im back! And my mission is to work on my grammar! I think
I did pretty well!
Oh Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn. I was a complete mess. I hadn't the
slightest idea of what to do. My whole mind was a complete blur. Maybe
she's just hiding. Yeah, that's it. There I go, denying myself. Stop
thinking like this, and find her, dammit!
I snapped out of my train of thought, and started to look everywhere for
her. Her room, no. Medical ward? Not a trace. Courtyard? Damn. Dining
room? Shit. I had thouroughly searched every nook and cranny, taking up an
hour. I was searching under a table when Hotohori rushed in, with a drenched
Miaka in his arms. A wave of relief washed over me.
"Oh, she just fell in the lake." , some of the seishi turned to look at me.
"That's not exactly what happened, Noshi-chan, but things like this are best
not spoken of.", Nuriko told me. I left it at that.
I stared out the window, as the rain made panging noises against the
glass. There wasn't really anything to look at. Just some stupid guards,
standing ever so still, as to guard the palace. Doesn't matter to me. I
could beat them all up if I wanted. Why do my thoughts always turn to
violence?! What the hell was that?! Did I just have a semi-feminine
thought?! Oh my word...
Why was I never feminine? In my opinion, feminine and weak have the same
meaning. I wasn't ever going to be weak which meant I would never be
feminine. Or is it that I was never allowed to be feminine? I was broken
from of my chain of thought when I saw something down on the walkway. All
the guards were strewn about the walkway, in thier own blood. A man stood,
crouched on the ground, a smug smirk of satisfaction on his face. He wore a
black cape, and had dark unruly short hair. He reminded me of a rat.
"Who the hell is that?!", I asked no one. Everyone was in the medical ward
but me. As for Hotohori and Miaka, I didn't know where they were.
I slowly slid out of my chair. I didn't want him to see me through the
window. I backed away from the chair and out the door way. Then I let it
go.
"HOTOHORI! THERE'S SOME GUY OUTSIDE WHO JUST BEAT DOWN ALL YOUR GUARDS!", I
yelled in one breath.
"What?! Where?!", he yelled running out of his room and locking the door.
"OUTSIDE!", I yelled back. He unsheathed his sword and ran out the door. I
must have drawn some attention, because all the seishi were in the hall.
Even Tasuki on a crutch!
"Noshi-chan, what did the guy look like?", Nuriko asked me.
"Well, he had unruly dark hair, and a cheap little smirk on his face."
"Oh dear, no da.", Chichiri said.
"Tamahome.", Nuriko murmered. I also heard something like 'bastard' come
from Tasuki. I turned around to see that Hotohori had left the door open. I
walked over and peaked out. It was a brutal swordfight between Tamahome and
Hotohori!
"Oh No.", I heard Amiboshi say. I turned to see that the rest of the seishi
were behind me. I turned back. It was obvious that Hotohori was a better
swordsman, but Tamahome had martial arts on his side. The battle was very
even. Suddenly, I was pushed aside by someone who ran out into the battle.
It was Miaka!
Tamahome had leaped into the air, about to send the final blow. Miaka ran as
fast as she could to try and stop the fight, but she was to late. Hotohori
had stabbed Tamahome in the stomach. She stopped, her eyes becoming blank
then filling with tears. She ran and held his body in her arms, cradling his
limp form.
"Suzaku no miko.", he wheezed.
"Tamahome!", her voice was filled with hope. He painfully grasped his sword,
wanting to kill Miaka. I tried to run forward, but I got held back by
Nuriko.
"If you want to kill me, you can. You need to recover, though.", she said,
showing no fear.
'WAS SHE STUPID?!', I tried to object, but Tasuki clamped a hand over my
mouth. Pretty strong for a sick guy.
"I love you, Tamahome.", then she kissed him. He dropped the sword. Then,
h-he changed. He no longer had that smug little smirk, and he looked a bit
shocked. Miaka had tears pouring down her face, out of happiness. The
character for 'oni' was glowing on his forehead.
"Im sorry, I broke the promise.", he wheezed out.
"That's alright.", Miaka responded. Mitsukake walked over and began to treat
Tamahome's wound.
Maybe one day, I can have a relationship like that with Tasuki. That thought
made me feel warm inside.
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I did pretty well!
Oh Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn. I was a complete mess. I hadn't the
slightest idea of what to do. My whole mind was a complete blur. Maybe
she's just hiding. Yeah, that's it. There I go, denying myself. Stop
thinking like this, and find her, dammit!
I snapped out of my train of thought, and started to look everywhere for
her. Her room, no. Medical ward? Not a trace. Courtyard? Damn. Dining
room? Shit. I had thouroughly searched every nook and cranny, taking up an
hour. I was searching under a table when Hotohori rushed in, with a drenched
Miaka in his arms. A wave of relief washed over me.
"Oh, she just fell in the lake." , some of the seishi turned to look at me.
"That's not exactly what happened, Noshi-chan, but things like this are best
not spoken of.", Nuriko told me. I left it at that.
I stared out the window, as the rain made panging noises against the
glass. There wasn't really anything to look at. Just some stupid guards,
standing ever so still, as to guard the palace. Doesn't matter to me. I
could beat them all up if I wanted. Why do my thoughts always turn to
violence?! What the hell was that?! Did I just have a semi-feminine
thought?! Oh my word...
Why was I never feminine? In my opinion, feminine and weak have the same
meaning. I wasn't ever going to be weak which meant I would never be
feminine. Or is it that I was never allowed to be feminine? I was broken
from of my chain of thought when I saw something down on the walkway. All
the guards were strewn about the walkway, in thier own blood. A man stood,
crouched on the ground, a smug smirk of satisfaction on his face. He wore a
black cape, and had dark unruly short hair. He reminded me of a rat.
"Who the hell is that?!", I asked no one. Everyone was in the medical ward
but me. As for Hotohori and Miaka, I didn't know where they were.
I slowly slid out of my chair. I didn't want him to see me through the
window. I backed away from the chair and out the door way. Then I let it
go.
"HOTOHORI! THERE'S SOME GUY OUTSIDE WHO JUST BEAT DOWN ALL YOUR GUARDS!", I
yelled in one breath.
"What?! Where?!", he yelled running out of his room and locking the door.
"OUTSIDE!", I yelled back. He unsheathed his sword and ran out the door. I
must have drawn some attention, because all the seishi were in the hall.
Even Tasuki on a crutch!
"Noshi-chan, what did the guy look like?", Nuriko asked me.
"Well, he had unruly dark hair, and a cheap little smirk on his face."
"Oh dear, no da.", Chichiri said.
"Tamahome.", Nuriko murmered. I also heard something like 'bastard' come
from Tasuki. I turned around to see that Hotohori had left the door open. I
walked over and peaked out. It was a brutal swordfight between Tamahome and
Hotohori!
"Oh No.", I heard Amiboshi say. I turned to see that the rest of the seishi
were behind me. I turned back. It was obvious that Hotohori was a better
swordsman, but Tamahome had martial arts on his side. The battle was very
even. Suddenly, I was pushed aside by someone who ran out into the battle.
It was Miaka!
Tamahome had leaped into the air, about to send the final blow. Miaka ran as
fast as she could to try and stop the fight, but she was to late. Hotohori
had stabbed Tamahome in the stomach. She stopped, her eyes becoming blank
then filling with tears. She ran and held his body in her arms, cradling his
limp form.
"Suzaku no miko.", he wheezed.
"Tamahome!", her voice was filled with hope. He painfully grasped his sword,
wanting to kill Miaka. I tried to run forward, but I got held back by
Nuriko.
"If you want to kill me, you can. You need to recover, though.", she said,
showing no fear.
'WAS SHE STUPID?!', I tried to object, but Tasuki clamped a hand over my
mouth. Pretty strong for a sick guy.
"I love you, Tamahome.", then she kissed him. He dropped the sword. Then,
h-he changed. He no longer had that smug little smirk, and he looked a bit
shocked. Miaka had tears pouring down her face, out of happiness. The
character for 'oni' was glowing on his forehead.
"Im sorry, I broke the promise.", he wheezed out.
"That's alright.", Miaka responded. Mitsukake walked over and began to treat
Tamahome's wound.
Maybe one day, I can have a relationship like that with Tasuki. That thought
made me feel warm inside.
A/N: you like? Tell me! R/R R/R /R R/R /R R/R/ R/R /R /R /R /R /R R/R R/R /R/
R/R!!!!!!!!!