Boredom
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi! But I can't leave them alone! I must plays with them! They are my precious!!! *starts doing Gollum impressions* Sorry - I've seen "Two Towers" about four times now...I love that movie! ^.^ And if u haven't seen it, I insist that you do. For your own health, you understand...
And, yes, I know, I am a lazy bum who is out of ideas! *cries* I'm really sorry about the last time!
But, hey! At least I have an idea now, thanks to *takes a deep breath to get this out* Sister to Daughter of Darkness!!! Well, okay, so I took part of it and have added more of my own parts...But I think it's okay! I just needed some help! ^.~
I've been a bit sick with a cold. (
Have I mentioned yet that I loathe, hate, despise, abhor, and detest Tamahome? As does my other "personality", Kurayami?
(Or Kura for short.)
You're still here?! I thought I kicked you out! *ahem* Well, folks I'd like you to meet Kura. She's my evil side.
(*smirks and grins* I really hope that no one out there really likes Tamahome...)
I'm sure SOMEONE does, but, eh...Who cares?
(Rightly said, Moeru-chan...So! What torture shall I inflict today?)
Tamahome might make an appearance. We're BOTH going to be torturing a certain green-haired seishi with an Oni symbol on his forehead.
(Ooh, goody...twice the pain and a million times the fun!)
And to chibigenius, whom, I know, if she ever reads this - gomen that u like Tasuki, but I couldn't care less!
And to all Hotohori lovers like me out there: I AM SORRY!! I AM SORRY!! I AM SO SO SORRY!!!! *bow, bow*
(*rolls eyes* You're pathetic, you know that, right?)
I'm what?! *looks horrified*
(Pathetic.)
Oh. Okay. *shrugs* Well, now that we've spent about a page griping at each other, we should get to "work", right? *evil grin*
(*snickers and smirks* Oh, yes. We should do that...)
psst! Forgive her! She likes Nakago! ^.^
(I HEARD THAT!)
Umm...Story! Right! ^.^;
Part Eight: Psychological Dysfunction
*
"Make it stop!" Tasuki whined to Nuriko as the Nyan-Nyans forced him to 'shake his little tush on the catwalk.'
Nuriko grinned at him, flexing his six pack and arms, making a few females near him faint, and quite a few others got wobbly-kneed.
Hotohori blushed as she received cat-calls from the men, and tried to get Nuriko's attention. Maybe the strong seishi could hold her down or something to make this stop.
*
A few Nyan-Nyans brought Taiitsukun some fresh grapes and fizzy apple cider what did you think I was going to let the old bag get drunk and make things worse?! as she reclined in the VIP box, enjoying herself immensely.
*
Meanwhile, Tamahome was in the process of escorting Miaka to the kitchen in search of more food, when they went past the throne room, and heard a lot of noise.
"Oh! I know this song!" Miaka said gleefully, bounding past Tamahome to the doors, pulling them open.
Their jaws dropped at the sight of Tasuki and Nuriko parading on the catwalk, and - damn! Who the hell was that incredibly hot girl?!
Tamahome's eyes got very shiny. A girl with an actual bust-line! And those legs! She turned, and he got a good look at her very nice rear. He started over to her.
"TAMAHOME!" Miaka shrieked. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Well, Miaka, you don't have what a REAL woman has!" He shouted back, beating his way through the throng to the stage.
*
Taiitsukun sat forward. Oh, this was unexpected. Fun, but unexpected. Maybe she could help make it even more fun, in just a little while...
*
Tamahome leaped onto the stage next to the girl, who gave him a rather cheerful look.
"Tamahome! Can you help stop this?"
'She said my name!' he thought happily to himself. "No...I don't think so...what's your name, gorgeous?"
Hotohori glared at him. "You imbecile! It's me!"
"Nice to meet you, Me!" He grinned at her. "Care to go on a date?"
If she could have smacked him, she would. Instead, she turned to Nuriko. "Nuriko! Tamahome's trying to pick me up!"
"What?!" The muscle-bound stud exclaimed, sauntering over to them.
"Nuri-chan! You're ripped!" Miaka said, finally having made her way over to the edge of the stage.
He grinned at her. "I know. Aren't I hot?"
Miaka nodded, and Nuriko turned back to Hotohori. "What do you want me to do about him?"
"Well - make him stop! Do like you did with that bandit who kept attaching himself to me!" she huffed out, feeling suddenly very female and vulnerable to the advances of men. And she really didn't like the feeling, deciding, in a rather uncharacteristic surge of violence, that if the boots hadn't been forcing her to work the catwalk she would kick Tamahome in the groin for him impertinence.
"Oooh...like that, huh?" Nuriko grinned even wider. "Sure thing, Your Majesty!"
And with that, Tamahome went crashing through the far wall.
"'Your Majesty'?" Miaka said slowly, looking up at a very unpleased female. Surprise dawned on her. "Hotohori?! Is that YOU?!"
"Yes," she said softly, turning pink.
"Aww!! You're so cute! And pretty, too! Why didn't you tell me that you were really a girl? I mean, I could have sworn that you were a man, and - "
"MIAKA!" Hotohori yelled, trying to get her attention. "I AM a man! This is all Taiitsukun's fault!"
Miaka stared at her blankly. "Taiitsukun?"
"Yes, Taiitsukun," Hotohori explained to her impatiently. "Who do you THINK did this awful thing? And why else would there be Nyan-Nyans using Tasuki like a puppet?! And making Nuriko in a Speedo, covered with muscles?! And - and ME like THIS?!"
"That would explain the Fireballs of Doom that Tamahome said were landing on him, even though I never saw them," Miaka mused. "Where IS Taiitsukun, then?"
Nuriko pointed to the VIP box. "She's up there. I feel really sorry for Chichiri..."
He pointed to where the monk sat in shock, rocking back and forth as he stared a blank wall, muttering 'no da' to himself, over and over again.
Miaka sweat-dropped. "What did she do to him? He looks okay to me..."
"He's seeing really dirty things, near as I can tell," Nuriko told her. "And she turned poor Hotohori into a supermodel! Now, being a female model isn't so bad, but she told her the truth, that as a model there is always someone more beautiful..."
"Do you have to bring THAT up?!" Hotohori said, walking past them again. "Nuriko! Help me stop these boots! My feet are killing me in these heels!"
Nuriko cheerfully grabbed the emperor and Miaka clambered onto the stage, yanking on the boots until they came out and she fell into the audience, who cleared out the way.
She landed with a loud thud, the music ceasing. "Ouch..."
*
Taiitsukun leaned back on the cushions, thinking of a way to make things more interesting. Suddenly she smiled and snapped her fingers.
*
And, far away, someone else disappeared, transformed to Taiitsukun's whim, and appeared on the stage.
*
Fin for now! ^_^
I feel really really sorry for almost forgetting about Chichiri! *smacks self in the head*
(Stop it. You'll give us a bruise. So, who are you dragging into this NOW?)
*smirks* Oh, you'll see, Kurayami...you'll see...
(Guess so...But I did have fun smacking Tamahome into a wall. And what is with Hotohori suffering from female-emotions syndrome? Girls don't always act like that, you know.)
Yeah, but he's never had such a large, sudden does of estrogen in his bloodstream before, now has he?
(Guess not. *shrugs* Well, maybe we should wrap it up for now and leave them all hanging in suspense.)
'No duh, no da.' Besides, I have to work on the FY Trip to Six Flags fic. I like that one. Sadly, no one seems to read my Moeru and Hotohori Wind Up Where?! Fic. I liked that one so much, and no reads it! Or, if they do, they don't review. I mean, I know the ending sucks, but if they give me suggestions, I could change it! I know I need to! *cries*
(You're pathetic.)
*sniffle* I know...Well, see you all next time! ^.^
(Yeah. Bye. I promise not to kill Tamahome until you're all here to watch, okies?)
Byes! (Bye!)
::poof!!!::
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi! But I can't leave them alone! I must plays with them! They are my precious!!! *starts doing Gollum impressions* Sorry - I've seen "Two Towers" about four times now...I love that movie! ^.^ And if u haven't seen it, I insist that you do. For your own health, you understand...
And, yes, I know, I am a lazy bum who is out of ideas! *cries* I'm really sorry about the last time!
But, hey! At least I have an idea now, thanks to *takes a deep breath to get this out* Sister to Daughter of Darkness!!! Well, okay, so I took part of it and have added more of my own parts...But I think it's okay! I just needed some help! ^.~
I've been a bit sick with a cold. (
Have I mentioned yet that I loathe, hate, despise, abhor, and detest Tamahome? As does my other "personality", Kurayami?
(Or Kura for short.)
You're still here?! I thought I kicked you out! *ahem* Well, folks I'd like you to meet Kura. She's my evil side.
(*smirks and grins* I really hope that no one out there really likes Tamahome...)
I'm sure SOMEONE does, but, eh...Who cares?
(Rightly said, Moeru-chan...So! What torture shall I inflict today?)
Tamahome might make an appearance. We're BOTH going to be torturing a certain green-haired seishi with an Oni symbol on his forehead.
(Ooh, goody...twice the pain and a million times the fun!)
And to chibigenius, whom, I know, if she ever reads this - gomen that u like Tasuki, but I couldn't care less!
And to all Hotohori lovers like me out there: I AM SORRY!! I AM SORRY!! I AM SO SO SORRY!!!! *bow, bow*
(*rolls eyes* You're pathetic, you know that, right?)
I'm what?! *looks horrified*
(Pathetic.)
Oh. Okay. *shrugs* Well, now that we've spent about a page griping at each other, we should get to "work", right? *evil grin*
(*snickers and smirks* Oh, yes. We should do that...)
psst! Forgive her! She likes Nakago! ^.^
(I HEARD THAT!)
Umm...Story! Right! ^.^;
Part Eight: Psychological Dysfunction
*
"Make it stop!" Tasuki whined to Nuriko as the Nyan-Nyans forced him to 'shake his little tush on the catwalk.'
Nuriko grinned at him, flexing his six pack and arms, making a few females near him faint, and quite a few others got wobbly-kneed.
Hotohori blushed as she received cat-calls from the men, and tried to get Nuriko's attention. Maybe the strong seishi could hold her down or something to make this stop.
*
A few Nyan-Nyans brought Taiitsukun some fresh grapes and fizzy apple cider what did you think I was going to let the old bag get drunk and make things worse?! as she reclined in the VIP box, enjoying herself immensely.
*
Meanwhile, Tamahome was in the process of escorting Miaka to the kitchen in search of more food, when they went past the throne room, and heard a lot of noise.
"Oh! I know this song!" Miaka said gleefully, bounding past Tamahome to the doors, pulling them open.
Their jaws dropped at the sight of Tasuki and Nuriko parading on the catwalk, and - damn! Who the hell was that incredibly hot girl?!
Tamahome's eyes got very shiny. A girl with an actual bust-line! And those legs! She turned, and he got a good look at her very nice rear. He started over to her.
"TAMAHOME!" Miaka shrieked. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Well, Miaka, you don't have what a REAL woman has!" He shouted back, beating his way through the throng to the stage.
*
Taiitsukun sat forward. Oh, this was unexpected. Fun, but unexpected. Maybe she could help make it even more fun, in just a little while...
*
Tamahome leaped onto the stage next to the girl, who gave him a rather cheerful look.
"Tamahome! Can you help stop this?"
'She said my name!' he thought happily to himself. "No...I don't think so...what's your name, gorgeous?"
Hotohori glared at him. "You imbecile! It's me!"
"Nice to meet you, Me!" He grinned at her. "Care to go on a date?"
If she could have smacked him, she would. Instead, she turned to Nuriko. "Nuriko! Tamahome's trying to pick me up!"
"What?!" The muscle-bound stud exclaimed, sauntering over to them.
"Nuri-chan! You're ripped!" Miaka said, finally having made her way over to the edge of the stage.
He grinned at her. "I know. Aren't I hot?"
Miaka nodded, and Nuriko turned back to Hotohori. "What do you want me to do about him?"
"Well - make him stop! Do like you did with that bandit who kept attaching himself to me!" she huffed out, feeling suddenly very female and vulnerable to the advances of men. And she really didn't like the feeling, deciding, in a rather uncharacteristic surge of violence, that if the boots hadn't been forcing her to work the catwalk she would kick Tamahome in the groin for him impertinence.
"Oooh...like that, huh?" Nuriko grinned even wider. "Sure thing, Your Majesty!"
And with that, Tamahome went crashing through the far wall.
"'Your Majesty'?" Miaka said slowly, looking up at a very unpleased female. Surprise dawned on her. "Hotohori?! Is that YOU?!"
"Yes," she said softly, turning pink.
"Aww!! You're so cute! And pretty, too! Why didn't you tell me that you were really a girl? I mean, I could have sworn that you were a man, and - "
"MIAKA!" Hotohori yelled, trying to get her attention. "I AM a man! This is all Taiitsukun's fault!"
Miaka stared at her blankly. "Taiitsukun?"
"Yes, Taiitsukun," Hotohori explained to her impatiently. "Who do you THINK did this awful thing? And why else would there be Nyan-Nyans using Tasuki like a puppet?! And making Nuriko in a Speedo, covered with muscles?! And - and ME like THIS?!"
"That would explain the Fireballs of Doom that Tamahome said were landing on him, even though I never saw them," Miaka mused. "Where IS Taiitsukun, then?"
Nuriko pointed to the VIP box. "She's up there. I feel really sorry for Chichiri..."
He pointed to where the monk sat in shock, rocking back and forth as he stared a blank wall, muttering 'no da' to himself, over and over again.
Miaka sweat-dropped. "What did she do to him? He looks okay to me..."
"He's seeing really dirty things, near as I can tell," Nuriko told her. "And she turned poor Hotohori into a supermodel! Now, being a female model isn't so bad, but she told her the truth, that as a model there is always someone more beautiful..."
"Do you have to bring THAT up?!" Hotohori said, walking past them again. "Nuriko! Help me stop these boots! My feet are killing me in these heels!"
Nuriko cheerfully grabbed the emperor and Miaka clambered onto the stage, yanking on the boots until they came out and she fell into the audience, who cleared out the way.
She landed with a loud thud, the music ceasing. "Ouch..."
*
Taiitsukun leaned back on the cushions, thinking of a way to make things more interesting. Suddenly she smiled and snapped her fingers.
*
And, far away, someone else disappeared, transformed to Taiitsukun's whim, and appeared on the stage.
*
Fin for now! ^_^
I feel really really sorry for almost forgetting about Chichiri! *smacks self in the head*
(Stop it. You'll give us a bruise. So, who are you dragging into this NOW?)
*smirks* Oh, you'll see, Kurayami...you'll see...
(Guess so...But I did have fun smacking Tamahome into a wall. And what is with Hotohori suffering from female-emotions syndrome? Girls don't always act like that, you know.)
Yeah, but he's never had such a large, sudden does of estrogen in his bloodstream before, now has he?
(Guess not. *shrugs* Well, maybe we should wrap it up for now and leave them all hanging in suspense.)
'No duh, no da.' Besides, I have to work on the FY Trip to Six Flags fic. I like that one. Sadly, no one seems to read my Moeru and Hotohori Wind Up Where?! Fic. I liked that one so much, and no reads it! Or, if they do, they don't review. I mean, I know the ending sucks, but if they give me suggestions, I could change it! I know I need to! *cries*
(You're pathetic.)
*sniffle* I know...Well, see you all next time! ^.^
(Yeah. Bye. I promise not to kill Tamahome until you're all here to watch, okies?)
Byes! (Bye!)
::poof!!!::
