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A/N: finally I'm updating. To anyone and everyone who was actually waiting for one, I wholeheartedly apologize. I don't work well during vacations and I was swamped last night, blah blah blah, excuses, excuses. I hear from my friend that readers like longer chapters but that would mean that it would be even longer between updates. So, I will ask for the opinion of whoever happens to care. Longer chapters or faster updates? With that said onto the fic!
What If? Part 6 Dangerous Crowd
"That's right folks! Genuine former possessions of the one and only Priestess of Suzaku! These are the genuine articles! Once and a lifetime opportunity, people!" Tamahome stood on the stone steps of an ornate building with an excellent view of the square and the people therein. In his right hand he held a small cloth bag which contained a few of Miaka's less conspicuous objects; the kind she wouldn't miss right away and would probably think she had lost on her own. In his left hand he held up 2 sticks of spearmint chewing gum. Unfortunately, he had no idea what gum was. He only knew that Miaka had had it in her mouth and had seemed to be enjoying.
"Come on people! Once in a lifetime opportunity! Only 5 gold a piece! Genuine former possessions of the Suzaku no Miko!" Tamahome tried to get the crowd's attention again, this time with minimal success.
From his vantage point a few steps down from Tamahome, Nuriko saw a few members of the crowd look up, giving Tamahome curious glances. He also witnessed a bulky, black-haired man shoving his way to the front, scowling furiously. This could be trouble.
"How did YOU get a hold of the Priestess' stuff? You little beatnik!" the burly man shouted, waving a hand with a sake bottle which appeared to be empty. Given the man's fairly tipsy state it probably wasn't the only one he'd had.
"Yeah, I thought she was staying at the palace!" Another skeptical member of the crowd chimed in. Nuriko looked for the person and found it was an old woman who had objected. No danger there. Unless she starts yelling things like "Do away with the whippersnapper! Playing the scenario out in his mind he figured he better step in.
"She is, and so is this young man, who happens to be the Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome," Nuriko said, glaring at the crowd in a haughty manner that was most out of character.
Tamahome, seeming to just remember Nuriko was there, returned the favor. "And THIS is the Suzaku shichiseishi Tamahome said, indicating him with a sweeping arm motion. This is great! With TWO Suzaku seishi to verify it, there's no way they can argue about the authenticity of this stuff. Or the price, Tamahome thought.
"So how did you get a hold of her shtuff?" the burly black haired man persisted, taking a step closer to them. He was now at the foot of the steps and a curious crowd was forming around the spectacle. Show them two of the legendary Suzaku warriors and nobody cares. Show them two of the legendary Suzaku warriors about to get in a fight and THEN they want to see, Nuriko thought with a sigh.
"Did you steal it?" the old woman shouted, pointing her finger at Tamahome. Nuriko looked at him sharply and Tamahome gave him a sheepish look.
"She gave THESE to me!" Tamahome shouted defensively, waving the pieces of gum.
"You're not a seishi!" someone in the crowd shouted. Nuriko rolled his sleeves up, preparing to defend his honor and identity. The burly black- haired man mounted the 1st step and Nuriko's and Tamahome's symbols flashed a dangerous red.
Suddenly, frantic shouting errupted in the back quarter of the crowd, which had now become quite sizable. Nuriko saw two cloaked figures attempting to push their way through the crowd with moderate success.
"No! It's true! I really did give him that gum!" one of the cloaked figures threw off its hood and Miaka's worried face was revealed. By now they were almost to the steps.
"Who the Hell are you?" the black-haired man bellowed, making the grave and foolish mistake of grabbing Miaka's arm as she passed. Ina split second a vicious uppercut from Tamahome sent him flying through the air. He cracked his knuckles and glared around threateningly. Nuriko and Kourin wondered if he even realized how possessive he was being.
Kourin took off her hood and pointed from Miaka to Tamahome trying to suggest that it was he Miaka loved. Getting the drift Nuriko discreetly told Tamahome that he would escort Kourin around the city, emphasizing his point with finger gestures in case Tamahome couldn't hear him over the noise of the crowd.
Don't forget to review everyone! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, DAMMIT!
A/N: finally I'm updating. To anyone and everyone who was actually waiting for one, I wholeheartedly apologize. I don't work well during vacations and I was swamped last night, blah blah blah, excuses, excuses. I hear from my friend that readers like longer chapters but that would mean that it would be even longer between updates. So, I will ask for the opinion of whoever happens to care. Longer chapters or faster updates? With that said onto the fic!
What If? Part 6 Dangerous Crowd
"That's right folks! Genuine former possessions of the one and only Priestess of Suzaku! These are the genuine articles! Once and a lifetime opportunity, people!" Tamahome stood on the stone steps of an ornate building with an excellent view of the square and the people therein. In his right hand he held a small cloth bag which contained a few of Miaka's less conspicuous objects; the kind she wouldn't miss right away and would probably think she had lost on her own. In his left hand he held up 2 sticks of spearmint chewing gum. Unfortunately, he had no idea what gum was. He only knew that Miaka had had it in her mouth and had seemed to be enjoying.
"Come on people! Once in a lifetime opportunity! Only 5 gold a piece! Genuine former possessions of the Suzaku no Miko!" Tamahome tried to get the crowd's attention again, this time with minimal success.
From his vantage point a few steps down from Tamahome, Nuriko saw a few members of the crowd look up, giving Tamahome curious glances. He also witnessed a bulky, black-haired man shoving his way to the front, scowling furiously. This could be trouble.
"How did YOU get a hold of the Priestess' stuff? You little beatnik!" the burly man shouted, waving a hand with a sake bottle which appeared to be empty. Given the man's fairly tipsy state it probably wasn't the only one he'd had.
"Yeah, I thought she was staying at the palace!" Another skeptical member of the crowd chimed in. Nuriko looked for the person and found it was an old woman who had objected. No danger there. Unless she starts yelling things like "Do away with the whippersnapper! Playing the scenario out in his mind he figured he better step in.
"She is, and so is this young man, who happens to be the Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome," Nuriko said, glaring at the crowd in a haughty manner that was most out of character.
Tamahome, seeming to just remember Nuriko was there, returned the favor. "And THIS is the Suzaku shichiseishi Tamahome said, indicating him with a sweeping arm motion. This is great! With TWO Suzaku seishi to verify it, there's no way they can argue about the authenticity of this stuff. Or the price, Tamahome thought.
"So how did you get a hold of her shtuff?" the burly black haired man persisted, taking a step closer to them. He was now at the foot of the steps and a curious crowd was forming around the spectacle. Show them two of the legendary Suzaku warriors and nobody cares. Show them two of the legendary Suzaku warriors about to get in a fight and THEN they want to see, Nuriko thought with a sigh.
"Did you steal it?" the old woman shouted, pointing her finger at Tamahome. Nuriko looked at him sharply and Tamahome gave him a sheepish look.
"She gave THESE to me!" Tamahome shouted defensively, waving the pieces of gum.
"You're not a seishi!" someone in the crowd shouted. Nuriko rolled his sleeves up, preparing to defend his honor and identity. The burly black- haired man mounted the 1st step and Nuriko's and Tamahome's symbols flashed a dangerous red.
Suddenly, frantic shouting errupted in the back quarter of the crowd, which had now become quite sizable. Nuriko saw two cloaked figures attempting to push their way through the crowd with moderate success.
"No! It's true! I really did give him that gum!" one of the cloaked figures threw off its hood and Miaka's worried face was revealed. By now they were almost to the steps.
"Who the Hell are you?" the black-haired man bellowed, making the grave and foolish mistake of grabbing Miaka's arm as she passed. Ina split second a vicious uppercut from Tamahome sent him flying through the air. He cracked his knuckles and glared around threateningly. Nuriko and Kourin wondered if he even realized how possessive he was being.
Kourin took off her hood and pointed from Miaka to Tamahome trying to suggest that it was he Miaka loved. Getting the drift Nuriko discreetly told Tamahome that he would escort Kourin around the city, emphasizing his point with finger gestures in case Tamahome couldn't hear him over the noise of the crowd.
Don't forget to review everyone! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, DAMMIT!