Chapter 13
They found Hotohori sitting upon the Wolf King's throne, looking rather regal in his new crown and robes of thick black fur. They made Nakago approach him, as the throne was surrounded by guards. The old man was standing aside as well, speaking to Hotohori.
"Your Highness," the old man was saying, "I think it will be good to set you about for a name change . . . a Wolf name rather than that Ancient Chinese name. How about . . . Thorton. Sparky Thorton.
Hotohori was about to open his mouth to say something, when Nakago came up to his feet.
"Your Highness . . . a word?"
"Yes?"
"In private, if you please," Nakago said, bowing his head low, cringing. He did not want to be bowing down to Hotohori, but what else could he do?!
Hotohori got up and followed Nakago outside. There the others sat in hiding, and though they didn't like doing it, the moment Hotohori got outside of the room, they bound him and tied a scarf around his mouth to keep him from talking. Then, they ran down the halls, fighting for escape.
"We've got to get as far from the castle as possible," Chichiri said, "before the guards and the old man finds out!"
"And what about your powers?" Miboshi asked.
"We'll have to take care of that later," Chichiri said, "but first we must take care of Hotohori!"
Turning a corner, they unfortunately ran into a group of guards, who gasped at the sight of them, before the group went off running again. "After them!" they heard from the guards as they ran down the unfamiliar halls.
A window could be seen down one particular long hallway, and Miboshi cried, "Jump for the window!"
"What the hell?!" Tasuki cried.
"Trust me!" Miboshi cried, and they all jumped out of the window. His flying demon appeared, and soon, they were soaring above the tree tops, heading out of the boundaries of the Wolf City. They came to rest in a tree, where they ripped off the scarf that bound Hotohori's mouth, and he began to yell.
"Guards! Guards! They're right over here!"
"Hotohori!" Chichiri cried, "you mustn't scream like that! You have to remember who you really are, no da! Please, remember Hotohori!"
"Isn't there anything you could pull out of that hat for Hotohori, Tasuki?" Miboshi asked.
Tasuki took Chichiri's hat, and reached inside. He pulled out a wolf plushie.
"You see that," Hotohori said, "I was meant to be the Wolf King. I am the Wolf King. Now, let me go, you ruffians!"
Tasuki growled, and reached into the hat again. This time, he pulled out a music box.
"What's that?" Hotohori asked.
"Your old crown," Chichiri said, "put it on . . . perhaps you will remember then."
Hotohori pulled off the Wolf crown and put on the music box. He frowned, took the music box off, and compared the two.
"I prefer my Wolf crown over this silly music box!"
"Wind it up," Nakago said. Hotohori wound up the music box, and his theme began to play. Silence fell over the seishi.
Hotohori looked perplexed, then threw the music box down, where it landed on the ground twenty feet below them. (They are in a tree, remember?)
"Silly song," he said.
Nakago got mad. "Remember something, damn it!" Then, a light bulb went over his head.
He grabbed the hat and pulled out two things. First, another box of cheez its. ("Nakago, this is no time for cheez its, no da!") and then, he pulled out . . . a bottle of shampoo.
"Remember this?" Nakago said. "I stole this from you back in our world. Don't you remember?" Hotohori took a hold of the shampoo, looking at it delicately at all angles.
"Shampoo . . . my shampoo?" he wondered aloud.
"Yes," Nakago said with his deep voice, "I stole it . . . and that same day, we were summoned by the Priestesses of Suzaku and Sieryu."
"Priestess . . ." Hotohori breathed, "Suzaku . . . no miko?" His face suddenly became stern. "Kristin-sama? Where is my Kristin-sama?!" He sat up, and blinked, realizing her was in a tree . . . and wearing black.
"What's going on?" he shouted out.
"Shh!" Chichiri said.
"It's great to have you back, Your Highness!" Tasuki said, slapping him playfully on the back.
"What do we do?" Miboshi asked Chichiri. "Hotohori has finally woken from his spell . . . what about your powers, Chichiri? And Tomo?"
Chichiri frowned in thought. Or maybe he was frowning because Tasuki was making Hotohori do the happy dance with him. Nakago smiled, and pushed the two out of the tree.
"We better think quickly," Chichiri said, "night falls pretty soon."
Just then, they heard someone walking beneath them. Everyone looked down, where Tasuki and Hotohori were laying with dizzy eyes. Two figures came out of view, both with plain faces and dots for eyes. One was blonde, the other had dark hair. They smiled, and said, "Hey we know you guys."
Hotohori sat up, a look of pure horror on his face. "Where have I heard that terrible voice from?"
"Hi," said the one with dark hair, "my name is Sparky Thorton. I do your English dubbed voice in the anime of Fushigi Yuugi."
"And I'm Jack Hammer," said the extrememly monotone blonde man. "Guess who I play?"
There was a great light from up in the tree, and Jack Hammer (the third, that is) was ki-blasted away.
"Why didn't you take care of the other?" Chichiri asked.
"Ha, ha . . . Sparky Thorton. I'll let Hotohori deal with him," Nakago said.
"You mean you just want to see him get annoyed, don't you?" Miboshi said, rather flatly.
From below, Hotohori cringed. "Oh . . . nice to meet you."
"Wait a minute!" Chichiri said. "I've just had an idea, no da!" And he jumped out of the tree, and took Sparky by the shoulders.
"Come on everybody, gather around," Chichiri said, "I have something to talk about . . ."
Meanwhile, the Damsels . . .yeah, you know that.
They found Hotohori sitting upon the Wolf King's throne, looking rather regal in his new crown and robes of thick black fur. They made Nakago approach him, as the throne was surrounded by guards. The old man was standing aside as well, speaking to Hotohori.
"Your Highness," the old man was saying, "I think it will be good to set you about for a name change . . . a Wolf name rather than that Ancient Chinese name. How about . . . Thorton. Sparky Thorton.
Hotohori was about to open his mouth to say something, when Nakago came up to his feet.
"Your Highness . . . a word?"
"Yes?"
"In private, if you please," Nakago said, bowing his head low, cringing. He did not want to be bowing down to Hotohori, but what else could he do?!
Hotohori got up and followed Nakago outside. There the others sat in hiding, and though they didn't like doing it, the moment Hotohori got outside of the room, they bound him and tied a scarf around his mouth to keep him from talking. Then, they ran down the halls, fighting for escape.
"We've got to get as far from the castle as possible," Chichiri said, "before the guards and the old man finds out!"
"And what about your powers?" Miboshi asked.
"We'll have to take care of that later," Chichiri said, "but first we must take care of Hotohori!"
Turning a corner, they unfortunately ran into a group of guards, who gasped at the sight of them, before the group went off running again. "After them!" they heard from the guards as they ran down the unfamiliar halls.
A window could be seen down one particular long hallway, and Miboshi cried, "Jump for the window!"
"What the hell?!" Tasuki cried.
"Trust me!" Miboshi cried, and they all jumped out of the window. His flying demon appeared, and soon, they were soaring above the tree tops, heading out of the boundaries of the Wolf City. They came to rest in a tree, where they ripped off the scarf that bound Hotohori's mouth, and he began to yell.
"Guards! Guards! They're right over here!"
"Hotohori!" Chichiri cried, "you mustn't scream like that! You have to remember who you really are, no da! Please, remember Hotohori!"
"Isn't there anything you could pull out of that hat for Hotohori, Tasuki?" Miboshi asked.
Tasuki took Chichiri's hat, and reached inside. He pulled out a wolf plushie.
"You see that," Hotohori said, "I was meant to be the Wolf King. I am the Wolf King. Now, let me go, you ruffians!"
Tasuki growled, and reached into the hat again. This time, he pulled out a music box.
"What's that?" Hotohori asked.
"Your old crown," Chichiri said, "put it on . . . perhaps you will remember then."
Hotohori pulled off the Wolf crown and put on the music box. He frowned, took the music box off, and compared the two.
"I prefer my Wolf crown over this silly music box!"
"Wind it up," Nakago said. Hotohori wound up the music box, and his theme began to play. Silence fell over the seishi.
Hotohori looked perplexed, then threw the music box down, where it landed on the ground twenty feet below them. (They are in a tree, remember?)
"Silly song," he said.
Nakago got mad. "Remember something, damn it!" Then, a light bulb went over his head.
He grabbed the hat and pulled out two things. First, another box of cheez its. ("Nakago, this is no time for cheez its, no da!") and then, he pulled out . . . a bottle of shampoo.
"Remember this?" Nakago said. "I stole this from you back in our world. Don't you remember?" Hotohori took a hold of the shampoo, looking at it delicately at all angles.
"Shampoo . . . my shampoo?" he wondered aloud.
"Yes," Nakago said with his deep voice, "I stole it . . . and that same day, we were summoned by the Priestesses of Suzaku and Sieryu."
"Priestess . . ." Hotohori breathed, "Suzaku . . . no miko?" His face suddenly became stern. "Kristin-sama? Where is my Kristin-sama?!" He sat up, and blinked, realizing her was in a tree . . . and wearing black.
"What's going on?" he shouted out.
"Shh!" Chichiri said.
"It's great to have you back, Your Highness!" Tasuki said, slapping him playfully on the back.
"What do we do?" Miboshi asked Chichiri. "Hotohori has finally woken from his spell . . . what about your powers, Chichiri? And Tomo?"
Chichiri frowned in thought. Or maybe he was frowning because Tasuki was making Hotohori do the happy dance with him. Nakago smiled, and pushed the two out of the tree.
"We better think quickly," Chichiri said, "night falls pretty soon."
Just then, they heard someone walking beneath them. Everyone looked down, where Tasuki and Hotohori were laying with dizzy eyes. Two figures came out of view, both with plain faces and dots for eyes. One was blonde, the other had dark hair. They smiled, and said, "Hey we know you guys."
Hotohori sat up, a look of pure horror on his face. "Where have I heard that terrible voice from?"
"Hi," said the one with dark hair, "my name is Sparky Thorton. I do your English dubbed voice in the anime of Fushigi Yuugi."
"And I'm Jack Hammer," said the extrememly monotone blonde man. "Guess who I play?"
There was a great light from up in the tree, and Jack Hammer (the third, that is) was ki-blasted away.
"Why didn't you take care of the other?" Chichiri asked.
"Ha, ha . . . Sparky Thorton. I'll let Hotohori deal with him," Nakago said.
"You mean you just want to see him get annoyed, don't you?" Miboshi said, rather flatly.
From below, Hotohori cringed. "Oh . . . nice to meet you."
"Wait a minute!" Chichiri said. "I've just had an idea, no da!" And he jumped out of the tree, and took Sparky by the shoulders.
"Come on everybody, gather around," Chichiri said, "I have something to talk about . . ."
Meanwhile, the Damsels . . .yeah, you know that.