Disclaimer: I own nobody except Ji-na
and...um...Chichiri! *Death grip on Chichiri*
Hahahaha! *Yu Watase starts prying her fingers
off of Chichiri* Noooooo!
A/N: Bit of an AU fic. Takes place after episode
33, but before the summoning of Suzaku.
Another thing: I really have no idea what Houki's
character is like, or where she makes her first
appearence, so that stuff I'm making up. Please
bear with me.
Chichiri sat in his room on a floor pillow,
meditating, when someone rapped on the door.
"Come in no da," Chichiri said, a little annoyed
that his meditation was interrupted. A servant
poked his head in the room.
"Pardon me," the servant said. "But his
highness requests your presence in the throne
room."
"Now no da?" Chichiri asked with a sigh. He
wanted to get back to his meditation. The
servant nodded. Chichiri moaned, stood up, and
went to the throne room.
In the throne room, five of the seishi and Miaka
were gathered when Hotohori walked in the room.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "But I
had to deal with some business. Anyway, getting
to the point, my cousin's coming to stay and I
want you to make her feel welcome." He looked
around the room, as if daring anyone to disagree.
Everyone nodded, except Tasuki, who looked like
he was too good to take orders form the emperor.
But, come to think about it, Tasuki always looked
like that, unless he was drunk.
"Especially you, Tasuki," Hotohori said,
pointing his finger at him. "I know you don't
like girls, but I don't want any funny business
around here while she's staying with us."
"What are you talking about?" Tasuki asked,
giving Hotohori puppy eyes. "I would never do
anything like that." Hotohori did not look
amused.
"Anyway," Hotohori continued. "She's coming
next week and I don't want any trouble!"
~*~
Ji-na sat in her cabin on the boat, looking out
the window. She was a girl of thirteen, but
looked at least two years older. She sighed as
she ran her fingers through her wavy hair. She
was bored. To keep herself amused, she tried to
imagine the seishi.
It was no use. As descriptive as Hotohori was
in his letters, she just couldn't picture them.
She knew what their personalities were like, but
whenever she tried to picture them, their faces
were blurry.
She reached into her trunk and pulled out an old
letter that Hotohori sent her.
Dear Ji-na, the letter said.
How's my favorite cousin doing? I hope your
parents aren't under too much stress from the
rebels.
Today, we found the fourth seishi. He's an odd
character, who always has a smile on his face.
He's very cheerful, and is a monk. His name is
Chichiri. The Suzaku no Miko has become fast
friends with him.
I hope you can visit soon.
Your loving cousin,
Saihitei
Ji-na smiled as she put the letter back in her
trunk. It was her favorite. There was something
about the way Hotohori described Chichiri. He
seemed like a great guy to be around. She
couldn't wait to meet him.
~*~
Chichiri stood on the dock with the other seishi
and watched the passengers come out. He wondered
which one was Ji-na. But then, when he saw the
sailors bow as someone walked onto the gangplank,
he knew that was her.
He thought she looked so radiant in her robes,
with her hair blowing away from her face because
of the breeze. As she walked down the gangplank,
she held her head high, and her body straight,
with a small smile on her lips. She was closely
followed by servants, carrying her luggage.
"Hello, Ji-na," Hotohori said, bowing slightly
when she reached them.
"Hello, Saihitei," Ji-na said, bowing in return.
Chichiri could see a spark of excitement and
mischief in her eyes. He smiled to himself.
"Let's go to my palace. Then you can unpack and
make yourself comfortable."
~*~
"I'm so glad to see you, Saihitei!" Ji-na said,
dropping her formal manner and jumping into his
arms as soon as they were inside the palace.
Ji-na never liked to be formal, but she couldn't
help it. That's what you had to do when you were
a princess.
"I want to introduce you to everybody," Hotohori
said, pointing to them. "This is -"
"Wait, don"t tell me. Let me guess. That," she
pointed to Tamahome, "is Tamahome. The first
seishi found. A miser whose whole family got
killed by a deranged Seriyu seishi. He's also in
love with the Suzaku no Miko. Am I right?"
Tamahome nodded in amazement. "That," she
pointed to Chichiri, "is Chichiri. The fourth
seishi found. A wandering monk who wears a mask
to hide his scar. Always says 'no da' after
every sentence and has magical powers."
"She sure did her homework no da," Chichiri
said. Ji-na thought she saw a faint smile on
Chichiri's lips.
"That," she pointed to Tasuki, "is Tasuki. The
fifth seishi found. A bandit who's tessen spouts
fire. Hates girls, and is a general pain in the
neck."
"I'm not a pain!" Tasuki pouted as everyone else
laughed.
"That," Ji-na said as she pointed to Mitsukake.
"Is Mitsukake. The sixth seishi found. A healer
whose fiancée died from a fever demon. Has a
cat, Tama-Neko, and doesn't say much."
"Hotohori," Mitsukake said, a little annoyed.
"Exactly how much of our personal lives have you
told her?" Hotohori shrugged.
"That," Ji-na pointed to Chiriko. "Is Chiriko.
The last seishi found. Both the youngest and
smartest seishi." Chiriko blushed. "That," she
pointed to Miaka, "is Miaka, also known as the
Suzaku no Miko. Resident of another world, she
and her friend came into this world by powers I
don't know of. Eats a little too much and is the
love of my cousin's life." Everyone except Miaka
and Hotohori laughed loudly.
"Ji-na," Hotohori said, trying to change the
subject. 'Let me show you to your room." He
left the throne room and started walking down a
hall. Ji-na followed.
"This," Hotohori said, showing Ji-na her room
with a sweep of his arm, "will be your room."
Ji-na rolled her eyes.
"Come on" she said. "You don't have to be so
royal and mature around me, I'm your cousin.
Poke." She poked his arm.
"Poke," he said, poking her back. They went on,
poking each other. She shrieked as Hotohori
started to tickle her. She tickled him back.
Hotohori's crown fell off his head, letting his
hair spill all over his shoulders as he and Ji-na
fell to the floor, laughing.
A/N: I don't really have any ideas for a title,
so if you, the reader, have any, please say what
it is in your review.
and...um...Chichiri! *Death grip on Chichiri*
Hahahaha! *Yu Watase starts prying her fingers
off of Chichiri* Noooooo!
A/N: Bit of an AU fic. Takes place after episode
33, but before the summoning of Suzaku.
Another thing: I really have no idea what Houki's
character is like, or where she makes her first
appearence, so that stuff I'm making up. Please
bear with me.
Chichiri sat in his room on a floor pillow,
meditating, when someone rapped on the door.
"Come in no da," Chichiri said, a little annoyed
that his meditation was interrupted. A servant
poked his head in the room.
"Pardon me," the servant said. "But his
highness requests your presence in the throne
room."
"Now no da?" Chichiri asked with a sigh. He
wanted to get back to his meditation. The
servant nodded. Chichiri moaned, stood up, and
went to the throne room.
In the throne room, five of the seishi and Miaka
were gathered when Hotohori walked in the room.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "But I
had to deal with some business. Anyway, getting
to the point, my cousin's coming to stay and I
want you to make her feel welcome." He looked
around the room, as if daring anyone to disagree.
Everyone nodded, except Tasuki, who looked like
he was too good to take orders form the emperor.
But, come to think about it, Tasuki always looked
like that, unless he was drunk.
"Especially you, Tasuki," Hotohori said,
pointing his finger at him. "I know you don't
like girls, but I don't want any funny business
around here while she's staying with us."
"What are you talking about?" Tasuki asked,
giving Hotohori puppy eyes. "I would never do
anything like that." Hotohori did not look
amused.
"Anyway," Hotohori continued. "She's coming
next week and I don't want any trouble!"
~*~
Ji-na sat in her cabin on the boat, looking out
the window. She was a girl of thirteen, but
looked at least two years older. She sighed as
she ran her fingers through her wavy hair. She
was bored. To keep herself amused, she tried to
imagine the seishi.
It was no use. As descriptive as Hotohori was
in his letters, she just couldn't picture them.
She knew what their personalities were like, but
whenever she tried to picture them, their faces
were blurry.
She reached into her trunk and pulled out an old
letter that Hotohori sent her.
Dear Ji-na, the letter said.
How's my favorite cousin doing? I hope your
parents aren't under too much stress from the
rebels.
Today, we found the fourth seishi. He's an odd
character, who always has a smile on his face.
He's very cheerful, and is a monk. His name is
Chichiri. The Suzaku no Miko has become fast
friends with him.
I hope you can visit soon.
Your loving cousin,
Saihitei
Ji-na smiled as she put the letter back in her
trunk. It was her favorite. There was something
about the way Hotohori described Chichiri. He
seemed like a great guy to be around. She
couldn't wait to meet him.
~*~
Chichiri stood on the dock with the other seishi
and watched the passengers come out. He wondered
which one was Ji-na. But then, when he saw the
sailors bow as someone walked onto the gangplank,
he knew that was her.
He thought she looked so radiant in her robes,
with her hair blowing away from her face because
of the breeze. As she walked down the gangplank,
she held her head high, and her body straight,
with a small smile on her lips. She was closely
followed by servants, carrying her luggage.
"Hello, Ji-na," Hotohori said, bowing slightly
when she reached them.
"Hello, Saihitei," Ji-na said, bowing in return.
Chichiri could see a spark of excitement and
mischief in her eyes. He smiled to himself.
"Let's go to my palace. Then you can unpack and
make yourself comfortable."
~*~
"I'm so glad to see you, Saihitei!" Ji-na said,
dropping her formal manner and jumping into his
arms as soon as they were inside the palace.
Ji-na never liked to be formal, but she couldn't
help it. That's what you had to do when you were
a princess.
"I want to introduce you to everybody," Hotohori
said, pointing to them. "This is -"
"Wait, don"t tell me. Let me guess. That," she
pointed to Tamahome, "is Tamahome. The first
seishi found. A miser whose whole family got
killed by a deranged Seriyu seishi. He's also in
love with the Suzaku no Miko. Am I right?"
Tamahome nodded in amazement. "That," she
pointed to Chichiri, "is Chichiri. The fourth
seishi found. A wandering monk who wears a mask
to hide his scar. Always says 'no da' after
every sentence and has magical powers."
"She sure did her homework no da," Chichiri
said. Ji-na thought she saw a faint smile on
Chichiri's lips.
"That," she pointed to Tasuki, "is Tasuki. The
fifth seishi found. A bandit who's tessen spouts
fire. Hates girls, and is a general pain in the
neck."
"I'm not a pain!" Tasuki pouted as everyone else
laughed.
"That," Ji-na said as she pointed to Mitsukake.
"Is Mitsukake. The sixth seishi found. A healer
whose fiancée died from a fever demon. Has a
cat, Tama-Neko, and doesn't say much."
"Hotohori," Mitsukake said, a little annoyed.
"Exactly how much of our personal lives have you
told her?" Hotohori shrugged.
"That," Ji-na pointed to Chiriko. "Is Chiriko.
The last seishi found. Both the youngest and
smartest seishi." Chiriko blushed. "That," she
pointed to Miaka, "is Miaka, also known as the
Suzaku no Miko. Resident of another world, she
and her friend came into this world by powers I
don't know of. Eats a little too much and is the
love of my cousin's life." Everyone except Miaka
and Hotohori laughed loudly.
"Ji-na," Hotohori said, trying to change the
subject. 'Let me show you to your room." He
left the throne room and started walking down a
hall. Ji-na followed.
"This," Hotohori said, showing Ji-na her room
with a sweep of his arm, "will be your room."
Ji-na rolled her eyes.
"Come on" she said. "You don't have to be so
royal and mature around me, I'm your cousin.
Poke." She poked his arm.
"Poke," he said, poking her back. They went on,
poking each other. She shrieked as Hotohori
started to tickle her. She tickled him back.
Hotohori's crown fell off his head, letting his
hair spill all over his shoulders as he and Ji-na
fell to the floor, laughing.
A/N: I don't really have any ideas for a title,
so if you, the reader, have any, please say what
it is in your review.