Disclaimer- Me no own it so sad…

AN- Hi no DA!! I'm typing over my sister right now because she's so selfish she won't let me sit down on the chair no da. So any typing errors are all her fault no da. Anyways, as I wrote this I was sick in math class (my favorite and therefore most boring subject) so it'll be so special, shadow priestess style! I forgot to tell you, by the way, but you gotta ask to be in a chapter. Otherwise you just end up taking a long bathroom break no da. Anyone can enter anytime, also. This time I let y'all in, but keep that in mind ne?

Chapter Three- Tasuki, Meet Mr. Air Hockey Table.

"It's party party party party PARTY time," Melon Kitten sang happily, prancing around Tasuki and generally just giving the bandit a severe case of motion nausea. "Everyone wants sake ladeedadeeda…"

"Not yet," shadow priestess hissed, still latched onto Chichiri and trying to pry TA off. "We must have some fun first… mwahahahahaha…" She tightened her grip on the poor monks' leg, effectively cutting off his circulation.

"Anou no da…"

Called by the distress cry of their bishounen, linked by their bond to imaginary characters, who should come bashing into the basement but our good friends Sansele and Riina. By this time, of course, Chichiri was staggering under the combined weight of four bouncy fangirls.

"ANOU!!!"

"Oh this is a priceless moment!" Chibigreen Tanuki sighed, tossing aside a Hershey's Special Dark chocolate bar wrapper *dundundun*and yanking out a camera. "SAY BISHIE!!" Without waiting for it, she snapped the picture and did a victory dance on the ping-pong table.

Unfortunately, this gave K-chan and Draconsis, still bandit dancing with Tasuki, a great idea. A really truly hopelessly great idea. One so great, in fact, that they immediately put it into action.

"MORE BANDIT DANCE!!!!!!!"

At which time Melon Kitten challenged Tasuki to a game of air hockey, causing the poor guy to fall off the table in shock right before the whole darned thing collapsed. Sigh…

"Oh MITSU-CHAN!!" Eve Ri gazed on with starry eyes as the healer began to do his stuff on the two fallen fangirls. (ooh that sounded SO wrong…) "What that you're putting on her wound? Is it a gift from Suzaku for you as a seishi?"

"It's a bandage," the man replied dryly. "You find them in every medicine cabinet in America."

"Oh."

"Hey Tasuki?" Riina ventured. "Do you even know how to play this game?"

"Course he does!" Draconsis insisted.

"Yeah!" K-chan supplied happily from her spot at shadow priestess' computer, where she was systematically printing out Tamahome pictures and shredding them with the paper cutter. "Bye bye Tama see ya in th' next life…"

"OOH LEMME HELP!!" everyone screamed, abandoning their respective bishounen and racing to the computer. "ME SHRED TAMAHOME ME SHRED ME KILL ME BURN MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Unseen by all, shadow priestess snuck back over to Chichiri. (Hey if the authoress wants quality time with her favorite bishie she'll GET quality time!)

In that moment, Melon Kitten grew fangs and grinned ferally at the original fang-boy. "It's just you, me, and the air hockey table," she purred. "No fangirls to save you now…"

She turned on the air.

(Don't I just totally have a future as a drama writer?) Tasuki stared with wide amber eyes at the evil table, which was currently playing a lame fanfare. (Which I cannot stand, by the way.) His eyes only grew wider as it began to list possible playing times.

"Fifteen minutes… ten minutes…"

"SUZAKU IT KIN TALK!!"

Immediately, Chichiri and Mitsukake leapt up.

"Is it sick? Can I heal it?"

"I can exorcise it na no da!"

"Oh my god,' Sansele muttered, rolling her eyes.

Chibigreen Tanuki brightened and ran over in hopes of getting to lecture the poor technology-deprived seishi on the scientific properties of air hockey tables, at least after she explained the wonders of recording devices. This was going to be so much fun…

~~~Ten minutes later…~~~

"And so they proposed to turn the new information they had discovered to other applications… ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!?!"

"Snore…"

Melon Kitten whacked Tanuki over the head with one of her happy erasers. "You meanie! You bored my only opponent to DEATH! I'll… I'll… I'll… I'LL PICKLE YER HEAD AND FEED IT TO MY DOG! MY DOG NO DA!!!!!!!!!!"

"Wow! Wanna hear how you pickle heads? It's quite fascinating!"

"Are you LISTENING to this?" TA Maxwell whispered to Eve Ri, who had her face arranged in a rather demented expression.

"No I'm NOT."

"Lala…" came shadow priestess' voice from far away in the depths of "lala land".

Riina rolled her dark eyes and poked Tasuki. "Up and at 'em Tasuki-chan!" Which of course didn't work at all, and onlt resulted in the bandit letting loose an obnoxious snore. "Tasuki… SAKE SAKE ON THE TABLE!!!!!!"

"Wh-WHERE?! GIMME!!!!!"

Melon Kitten smiled sweetly. "Oops, looks like it disappeared. Guess you'll hafta play me… if you win it'll appear… Tasuki?"

The poor guy, now reminded of the amazing and wonderful air hockey table before him, was floating his hands over the streams of air, and expression of pure wonder decorating his features. Clearly bandits in ancient China miss out on some of the greatest innovations known to mankind.

"Now… let us play."

Sorry to end so soon but that's been a trend lately in case you didn't notice. Oh, and my writing is also going downhill. I lost all my reviewers on Miryokuteki… *sniff sniff* How could that BE?! Please someone with time go review it that'd make a BIG difference in my self-esteem. PLEASE?1 Oh and review this one too, ask if ya wanna be in!!! *grin*