One Last Chance
By: LanaPanther
Warinings: Some swearing. BAD TASUKI!!!!
::Chapter Ten::
::The Search Begins::
~Tasuki's P.O.V.~
I heaved a sigh of frustration. Who the heck decided THIS was going to be my reincarnate? Whoever it was, they had one heck of a sense of humor. She hated me. I could tell. It was just a little obvious when she nearly tried to kill me earlier.
Kouji kept on grilling us on the rest of the Suzaku warriors, trying to fit them with people in or around the neighborhood.
"Nuriko could be any girl on the street. A lot of them are homosexual." she said flatly. "And if Tamahome's a thief, then she's probably one of the one's Genrou turned in for stealing when she didn't have any reason to."
"Tamahome's family was poor. And he didn't steal, no da. He EARNED the money." Chichiri informed her.
"Then it's going to be next to impossible to find her. We don't got many honest people here. Including US." Kouji stated, gesturing to her and Genrou.
"If you're thieves too, aren't you being hypocrites about all of... THIS, no da?" Chichiri asked timidly.
"That's not what she meant. She was talking about all of our files in the city, paperwork, identification, stuff like that. They're all fakes." Genrou said flatly, shutting her backpack with a click, while Kouji finished packing also.
"Huh? Why?" I asked.
"People don't tend to like it if you take the law into your own hands. They also tend to want you locked up if you can do weird things like throw fire." Kouji said with a dark chuckle, and a glance at Genrou, who rolled her eyes.
I looked at Genrou, who glared back at me.
I remembered the first time we had arrived here, we had heard a girl screaming, and found two of our first counterparts. Genrou appeared to have everything she could against me from the start, and glared every time I looked at her. Can't blame her, it'd make me edgy too.
'Damn.... I gotta make friends with her.' I suddenly thought, and nearly cracked myself upside the head for the thought. 'Why the heck should I be the one to be all nice?! She's a GIRL, they hate EVERYONE for crying out loud! She's going to have to make the first move.'
I suddenly remembered she was MY reincarnation.
'Suzaku..... this's going to be like battling Nakago all over again, only ten times worse.' I finally decided with a grimace.
~Normal P.O.V.~
After Kouji and Genrou got through packing their things, all five teens quietly left the apartment, and walked down the street.
"Okay people, where to?" Genrou asked, stopping at an intersection.
"Well, since 'Hotohori' was an emperor, we might look in the 'rich' district." Kouji sighed, looking like she'd rather not.
"The only people who the only thing I can do to them is steal their junk." Genrou sighed, shaking her head, and going down a street to the right.
"At least it helps the less fortunate, right?" Kouji said, cheerfully, though with a wary look at the way they were going.
"What's wrong with rich people?" Chiri asked, looking confused.
"They're snobs." Kouji, Genrou and Tasuki all answered at once.
"Well, most anyway. Those who don't understand what it's like to live without so much money." Genrou said after a second, as if reconsidering.
"Okay, so Hotohori's going to be a girl in this world, what's 'she' look like?" Chiri asked, looking around.
"Greyish-brown hair, thinks he's the most beautiful thing in the world." Tasuki answered with a snort.
"He's good with the sword." Chichiri stated, shooting a glare at Tasuki.
"That almost sounds like the President's daughter." Genrou said, sweatdropping.
"Yeah, I heard she has mirrors on ALL the walls in her house so she can make sure her make-up isn't mussed every time she walks by one." Kouji sighed, stopping.
"She also joined the national fencing tournament for this year." Chiri added helpfully.
"How the heck as we supposed to arrange a meeting with HER?! She's got guards around her day and night!" Kouji exclaimed.
"All the better for US. If her guards are doing their job, WE don't have to protect her." Genrou pointed out.
"What if one of her guards isn't on the level?" Kouji responded.
"Then there'll be five-hundred others to take his place." Genrou said back, rolling her eyes.
"We should still get her. We'll need her help. Her Dad could help us look for the others." Tasuki argued. "Just because she has body guards doesn't mean she's completely safe! She may know something about one of the other seishi!"
"Fine, fine! Just shut up!" Genrou said, throwing her hands in the air before Tasuki could go off on a rant.
"Good! Just one question." Tasuki suddenly said, stopping.
"What?" Everyone asked, looking over their shoulders at him.
Tasuki sweatdropped. "What's a President?"
Kouji, Genrou, Chiri, and Chichiri all face-faulted and fell down, yelling, "TASUKI!!!"
By: LanaPanther
Warinings: Some swearing. BAD TASUKI!!!!
::Chapter Ten::
::The Search Begins::
~Tasuki's P.O.V.~
I heaved a sigh of frustration. Who the heck decided THIS was going to be my reincarnate? Whoever it was, they had one heck of a sense of humor. She hated me. I could tell. It was just a little obvious when she nearly tried to kill me earlier.
Kouji kept on grilling us on the rest of the Suzaku warriors, trying to fit them with people in or around the neighborhood.
"Nuriko could be any girl on the street. A lot of them are homosexual." she said flatly. "And if Tamahome's a thief, then she's probably one of the one's Genrou turned in for stealing when she didn't have any reason to."
"Tamahome's family was poor. And he didn't steal, no da. He EARNED the money." Chichiri informed her.
"Then it's going to be next to impossible to find her. We don't got many honest people here. Including US." Kouji stated, gesturing to her and Genrou.
"If you're thieves too, aren't you being hypocrites about all of... THIS, no da?" Chichiri asked timidly.
"That's not what she meant. She was talking about all of our files in the city, paperwork, identification, stuff like that. They're all fakes." Genrou said flatly, shutting her backpack with a click, while Kouji finished packing also.
"Huh? Why?" I asked.
"People don't tend to like it if you take the law into your own hands. They also tend to want you locked up if you can do weird things like throw fire." Kouji said with a dark chuckle, and a glance at Genrou, who rolled her eyes.
I looked at Genrou, who glared back at me.
I remembered the first time we had arrived here, we had heard a girl screaming, and found two of our first counterparts. Genrou appeared to have everything she could against me from the start, and glared every time I looked at her. Can't blame her, it'd make me edgy too.
'Damn.... I gotta make friends with her.' I suddenly thought, and nearly cracked myself upside the head for the thought. 'Why the heck should I be the one to be all nice?! She's a GIRL, they hate EVERYONE for crying out loud! She's going to have to make the first move.'
I suddenly remembered she was MY reincarnation.
'Suzaku..... this's going to be like battling Nakago all over again, only ten times worse.' I finally decided with a grimace.
~Normal P.O.V.~
After Kouji and Genrou got through packing their things, all five teens quietly left the apartment, and walked down the street.
"Okay people, where to?" Genrou asked, stopping at an intersection.
"Well, since 'Hotohori' was an emperor, we might look in the 'rich' district." Kouji sighed, looking like she'd rather not.
"The only people who the only thing I can do to them is steal their junk." Genrou sighed, shaking her head, and going down a street to the right.
"At least it helps the less fortunate, right?" Kouji said, cheerfully, though with a wary look at the way they were going.
"What's wrong with rich people?" Chiri asked, looking confused.
"They're snobs." Kouji, Genrou and Tasuki all answered at once.
"Well, most anyway. Those who don't understand what it's like to live without so much money." Genrou said after a second, as if reconsidering.
"Okay, so Hotohori's going to be a girl in this world, what's 'she' look like?" Chiri asked, looking around.
"Greyish-brown hair, thinks he's the most beautiful thing in the world." Tasuki answered with a snort.
"He's good with the sword." Chichiri stated, shooting a glare at Tasuki.
"That almost sounds like the President's daughter." Genrou said, sweatdropping.
"Yeah, I heard she has mirrors on ALL the walls in her house so she can make sure her make-up isn't mussed every time she walks by one." Kouji sighed, stopping.
"She also joined the national fencing tournament for this year." Chiri added helpfully.
"How the heck as we supposed to arrange a meeting with HER?! She's got guards around her day and night!" Kouji exclaimed.
"All the better for US. If her guards are doing their job, WE don't have to protect her." Genrou pointed out.
"What if one of her guards isn't on the level?" Kouji responded.
"Then there'll be five-hundred others to take his place." Genrou said back, rolling her eyes.
"We should still get her. We'll need her help. Her Dad could help us look for the others." Tasuki argued. "Just because she has body guards doesn't mean she's completely safe! She may know something about one of the other seishi!"
"Fine, fine! Just shut up!" Genrou said, throwing her hands in the air before Tasuki could go off on a rant.
"Good! Just one question." Tasuki suddenly said, stopping.
"What?" Everyone asked, looking over their shoulders at him.
Tasuki sweatdropped. "What's a President?"
Kouji, Genrou, Chiri, and Chichiri all face-faulted and fell down, yelling, "TASUKI!!!"