One Last Chance
By: LanaPanther
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I just manipulate them.
Warnings: Does an angry monk count?
::Chapter One::
::The Introductions::
"Tasuki no da!" A cheerful looking man dressed in monk's clothing, with blue hair and a staff in his hands cried, appearing in the middle of what you think would be a very dangerous place. It was a room filled with rugged looking men drinking, and occasionally breaking out in fights. This was the very heart of a gang of thieves known as the Mt. Leikaka Bandits.
The men residing in it, however, where apparently very friendly as they each called out, "Hey Chichiri!" or "Have a drink!" The blue haired man politely declined, and made his way over to a young man with hair as red as flames, who was currently drunk and brawling with another blue-haired man with a scar on his left cheek.
"Hah! Ya neer could beet meh, Kougee!" the red haired man slurred, pinning the other man down, then noticing the man that had just appeared at the Mountain Bandits' hideout.
"'Chiri! Whaddya doin' heer?" he asked, getting up and leading the visitor to a wooden table in a corner of the room.
"There's no time to talk! We need to get to the palace quickly, no da! I may have discovered a way to get everyone back!" the monk said, looking highly annoyed that his friend was completely drunk, but brightened when the red-haired man seemed to sober instantly.
"I must be drunker than I thought. I could've SWORN you just said there was a way to get the others back." he said, shaking his head as if to clear it. The 'others' the two men were referring to were friends of theirs who had perished in a war between two countries, Konan and Kotou, months before. The two countries worshiped different Gods, Suzaku for Konan, a red Phoniex, and a Blue Dragon, Seiryuu, for Kotou. Each country had seven warriors on their side who were given powers from these beings, called 'Seishi'. The two men now talking, were the last two seishi under Suzaku, Tasuki, the red haired man, who had speed and a weapon called a 'tessan' that would shot out flames, and Chichiri, the monk, who was very skilled in magic. Four other Seishi had died in battle, and one had gone to a different world to be with his loved ones.
"I DID just say that, Tasuki! Now listen, no da!" Chichiri scolded, and nodded with a 'humph' when he had his friend's complete attention.
"I recently visited Taiistkun at her mountain, no da, and received intensive training in meditation. While I was meditating today, Suzaku came to me, and said that there was a way to bring the others back. He said he'd explain the rest when we got to the shrine at the Konan palace, no da." Chichiri explained, and looked expectantly at Tasuki.
"Are ya sure ya didn't just fall asleep?" Tasuki asked, raising an eyebrow. Then cried, "OW!" as Chichiri hit him soundly on the head with his staff.
"There's no time to be doubtful, no da! We have to go NOW, even if there's the SLIGHTEST chance of getting Mitsukake, Hotohori, Chiriko and Nuriko back!" Chichiri scolded, and grabbed his friend's arm, giving him just enough time to grab his weapon before using his powers to teleport the two of them to the Konan palace.
By: LanaPanther
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I just manipulate them.
Warnings: Does an angry monk count?
::Chapter One::
::The Introductions::
"Tasuki no da!" A cheerful looking man dressed in monk's clothing, with blue hair and a staff in his hands cried, appearing in the middle of what you think would be a very dangerous place. It was a room filled with rugged looking men drinking, and occasionally breaking out in fights. This was the very heart of a gang of thieves known as the Mt. Leikaka Bandits.
The men residing in it, however, where apparently very friendly as they each called out, "Hey Chichiri!" or "Have a drink!" The blue haired man politely declined, and made his way over to a young man with hair as red as flames, who was currently drunk and brawling with another blue-haired man with a scar on his left cheek.
"Hah! Ya neer could beet meh, Kougee!" the red haired man slurred, pinning the other man down, then noticing the man that had just appeared at the Mountain Bandits' hideout.
"'Chiri! Whaddya doin' heer?" he asked, getting up and leading the visitor to a wooden table in a corner of the room.
"There's no time to talk! We need to get to the palace quickly, no da! I may have discovered a way to get everyone back!" the monk said, looking highly annoyed that his friend was completely drunk, but brightened when the red-haired man seemed to sober instantly.
"I must be drunker than I thought. I could've SWORN you just said there was a way to get the others back." he said, shaking his head as if to clear it. The 'others' the two men were referring to were friends of theirs who had perished in a war between two countries, Konan and Kotou, months before. The two countries worshiped different Gods, Suzaku for Konan, a red Phoniex, and a Blue Dragon, Seiryuu, for Kotou. Each country had seven warriors on their side who were given powers from these beings, called 'Seishi'. The two men now talking, were the last two seishi under Suzaku, Tasuki, the red haired man, who had speed and a weapon called a 'tessan' that would shot out flames, and Chichiri, the monk, who was very skilled in magic. Four other Seishi had died in battle, and one had gone to a different world to be with his loved ones.
"I DID just say that, Tasuki! Now listen, no da!" Chichiri scolded, and nodded with a 'humph' when he had his friend's complete attention.
"I recently visited Taiistkun at her mountain, no da, and received intensive training in meditation. While I was meditating today, Suzaku came to me, and said that there was a way to bring the others back. He said he'd explain the rest when we got to the shrine at the Konan palace, no da." Chichiri explained, and looked expectantly at Tasuki.
"Are ya sure ya didn't just fall asleep?" Tasuki asked, raising an eyebrow. Then cried, "OW!" as Chichiri hit him soundly on the head with his staff.
"There's no time to be doubtful, no da! We have to go NOW, even if there's the SLIGHTEST chance of getting Mitsukake, Hotohori, Chiriko and Nuriko back!" Chichiri scolded, and grabbed his friend's arm, giving him just enough time to grab his weapon before using his powers to teleport the two of them to the Konan palace.