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Disclaimer: Yuu Watase owns all the characters in this story. But the story itself is mine. WITH IT, I WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD! BWUAHAHAHAHAHA *cough, cough, cough, cough*. He he he, okay maybe not.
What If? Part 4- "Ohayo."
Miaka arose, stretching and rubbing at her puffy red eyes. I can't believe he made me sleep here last night! If sleep is even the right way to describe it.
"I didn't sleep a wink!" She complained, loudly. She headed back to her room to get dressed in some more proper clothes.
As she sat in front of her mirror, hair and bright red ribbon in hand, she marveled at the drastic changes in her life. I go from present day Japan to ancient China. No, it's not even ancient China! And I go from no men even looking at me to men literally chasing after me! Tamahome's face flashed before her eyes. She sighed and stood up, snapping back into a cheery mood almost instantly.
"I must be considered really attractive in this world!" She stepped out of her door and was immediately pounced upon by Kourin who grabbed Miaka's hands in her own in *almost* genuine delight.
"Oh, you're the Suzaku no Miko, aren't you? I'm Lady Kourin! My brother has told me all about you!" Kourin paused for breath, never taking the delighted expression off her face or letting go of Miaka's hands.
"Onegai, call me Miaka! Who's your brother?" Miaka smiled back at Kourin, happy to see a friendly female face, even if she didn't recognize the young woman before her.
"Chou Ryuuen, but it would be Nuriko to you, wouldn't it?"
"Of course, how silly of me! You two are practically twins now that I think about it. Except for." Miaka couldn't help but look but look at Kourin's chest at this point. It appeared fairly ample, but after her run in with the emperor she wasn't sure she could take such things for granted. Noticing the direction of Miaka's gaze Kourin laughed, surprising herself with the sincerity of it.
"Did the emperor fool you? Don't worry, they're quite real, see?" Without further adieu Kourin lifted Miaka's hand to her breast with a cheery smile. Miaka squeezed experimentally and nodded, blushing.
"I'm afraid to even ask what you're doing, Kourin," Nuriko said, wearily from the ground on the other side of the rail. "You *do* know that half the palace saw you molest the priestess?" He teased. Miaka turned cherry red, thinking about what Tamahome would say about a rumor like *that*!
"It wasn't-" Miaka started, but Kourin cut her off.
"Don't worry about it Miaka, he's only teasing us. Aren't you?" Kourin said cheerfully as Nuriko climbed onto the railing so he could talk to them more easily, but still keeping it between Kourin's wrath and himself. When you play with fire, you might get burned; when you mess with Kourin you'll be lucky to escape with your limbs in the right places.
"About half the palace seeing you, yes. About you molesting the priestess, no," Nuriko grinned and ducked her teasing blow, only to have her other hand come around, hitting him in the chest and knocking him off the railing. From his prone position on the ground he saw the blue-haired seishi, Tamahome, coming around the corner. He was about to greet him when he saw the cold look in his eyes as he brushed past the priestess with nothing more than a simple "ohayo."
"That was quite rude," Kourin said with a dark frown. She recognized the man as one of the seishi; the one that had been hurt in the gazebo accident. Not to mention the one I tripped over last night, she thought with a blush. "He shoved right past us without even saying 'sumimasen'!"
She waited for Miaka's agreement. When it didn't come she looked over at her. Her expression brought her train of thought to a grinding, screeching halt. The confusion and pain in Miaka's expression was as plain as day. It tugged briefly at Kourin's heartstrings before a piece of her plan clicked into place.
So it's him then. She sighed. This is going to be harder than I thought.
Disclaimer: Yuu Watase owns all the characters in this story. But the story itself is mine. WITH IT, I WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD! BWUAHAHAHAHAHA *cough, cough, cough, cough*. He he he, okay maybe not.
What If? Part 4- "Ohayo."
Miaka arose, stretching and rubbing at her puffy red eyes. I can't believe he made me sleep here last night! If sleep is even the right way to describe it.
"I didn't sleep a wink!" She complained, loudly. She headed back to her room to get dressed in some more proper clothes.
As she sat in front of her mirror, hair and bright red ribbon in hand, she marveled at the drastic changes in her life. I go from present day Japan to ancient China. No, it's not even ancient China! And I go from no men even looking at me to men literally chasing after me! Tamahome's face flashed before her eyes. She sighed and stood up, snapping back into a cheery mood almost instantly.
"I must be considered really attractive in this world!" She stepped out of her door and was immediately pounced upon by Kourin who grabbed Miaka's hands in her own in *almost* genuine delight.
"Oh, you're the Suzaku no Miko, aren't you? I'm Lady Kourin! My brother has told me all about you!" Kourin paused for breath, never taking the delighted expression off her face or letting go of Miaka's hands.
"Onegai, call me Miaka! Who's your brother?" Miaka smiled back at Kourin, happy to see a friendly female face, even if she didn't recognize the young woman before her.
"Chou Ryuuen, but it would be Nuriko to you, wouldn't it?"
"Of course, how silly of me! You two are practically twins now that I think about it. Except for." Miaka couldn't help but look but look at Kourin's chest at this point. It appeared fairly ample, but after her run in with the emperor she wasn't sure she could take such things for granted. Noticing the direction of Miaka's gaze Kourin laughed, surprising herself with the sincerity of it.
"Did the emperor fool you? Don't worry, they're quite real, see?" Without further adieu Kourin lifted Miaka's hand to her breast with a cheery smile. Miaka squeezed experimentally and nodded, blushing.
"I'm afraid to even ask what you're doing, Kourin," Nuriko said, wearily from the ground on the other side of the rail. "You *do* know that half the palace saw you molest the priestess?" He teased. Miaka turned cherry red, thinking about what Tamahome would say about a rumor like *that*!
"It wasn't-" Miaka started, but Kourin cut her off.
"Don't worry about it Miaka, he's only teasing us. Aren't you?" Kourin said cheerfully as Nuriko climbed onto the railing so he could talk to them more easily, but still keeping it between Kourin's wrath and himself. When you play with fire, you might get burned; when you mess with Kourin you'll be lucky to escape with your limbs in the right places.
"About half the palace seeing you, yes. About you molesting the priestess, no," Nuriko grinned and ducked her teasing blow, only to have her other hand come around, hitting him in the chest and knocking him off the railing. From his prone position on the ground he saw the blue-haired seishi, Tamahome, coming around the corner. He was about to greet him when he saw the cold look in his eyes as he brushed past the priestess with nothing more than a simple "ohayo."
"That was quite rude," Kourin said with a dark frown. She recognized the man as one of the seishi; the one that had been hurt in the gazebo accident. Not to mention the one I tripped over last night, she thought with a blush. "He shoved right past us without even saying 'sumimasen'!"
She waited for Miaka's agreement. When it didn't come she looked over at her. Her expression brought her train of thought to a grinding, screeching halt. The confusion and pain in Miaka's expression was as plain as day. It tugged briefly at Kourin's heartstrings before a piece of her plan clicked into place.
So it's him then. She sighed. This is going to be harder than I thought.