Notes from the cabbit: Konyananichiwa! (If you're tired of me saying that, too bad, no da! ^. ^) Copy cabbit again! Instead of waiting to marry off the other Suzaku and Seiryuu seishi, I've decided to go ahead and write another chapter! This one's for shadow priestess, who wants to marry Chiri-chan! Thanks goes out to her for helping me with this chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter6: Shadow Priestess marries Chichiri, no da!

After the group finished in the hot springs, they all dressed and went back inside the palace, Nuriko and Chichiri soaking wet from their near-death experiences, Chiriko still reading the porno magazine, and Tama-chan once again scantily dressed. Finally, Chiriko spoke. Walking over to Mitsukake, he pointed at a picture in the magazine. "Anou...Mitsu-chan, what are they doing in this picture?" he asked.

Mitsukake's eyes widened as he noticed the picture. "Where did you get this?" he asked.

"From Tasuki's room," came the reply.

"And what were you doing in Tasuki's room?" Mitsukake asked.

"Helping the Nyan Nyan give the sake to Tama-neko," Chiriko said.

"Oh..." Mitsukake said. If it had been somebody else, Mitsukake would have beat the living daylights out of them, but, hey! We're talking about Chiriko!

Chiriko went over to Tama-chan. "What are they doing in this picture?" he asked.

Tama-chan got a wicked grin on her face when she saw the picture. "Allow me to demonstrate..." she said.

Chiriko's eyes widened as Tama-chan started stripping, then as Tama-chan undressed Tamahome. "Let's see...I need to get a little bit closer..." she said, trying to get closer. Thankfully, Himeko led Chiriko away before any more damage could be done to the young scholar's mind.

"Just how many times are we going to see this?" Himeko asked.

"As many times as possible!" Tama-chan replied gleefully.

Miaka was about to say something, when she noticed Chichiri sneaking away. She and Nuriko both crept up behind him, and were about to strangle him, when...

BONK! A Nyan Nyan landed on Miaka's head. Both Miaka and Nuriko looked up, only to have more Nyan Nyan, either wearing their regular outfits, nightgowns, or bathing suits, land on their heads. A few others landed safely on the ground with the help of parachutes.

"Nani!? Where did you come from!?" Miaka asked.

"Anou...we came from the moon," one of the Nyan Nyan said.

"We were enjoying a nice vacation there, but we decided to come back here!" another added.

"Nani?" Miaka said. She then noticed that Chichiri was gone. "Thanks a lot. Now I have to go find him," she said, and following Nuriko, left to find Chichiri.

"You're welcome!" the Nyan Nyan said.

Hotohori, who had been watching Tama-chan strip Tamahome, turned to Himeko, who was facing the other way. Sneaking up behind her, he was about to undress her, when...

WHACK! Hotohori got hit in the head again. "Owww..." he said. He looked back up at Himeko. "Come on. Why can't we do it?" he asked.

"Oh, we can do it. After three centuries have passed, though," Himeko said.

Hotohori's eyes widened. "D-demo, we'll be dead long before that!" he exclaimed.

Himeko shook her head. "If we didn't have magic, we'd be dead," she corrected. "But, you're a Suzaku seishi, and I'm a half-Wingly, not to mention a Dragoon, so I can live for a couple hundred millennia" she said.

"But I'll be dead before then!" Hotohori protested.

Himeko sighed. "You're a Suzaku seishi. I'm pretty sure you know some kind of magic that would prevent you from aging," she said.

Hotohori sighed sadly. "So I guess there's no way you can fast-forward time a bit? Say, maybe, those three centuries?" he asked.

Himeko shook her head. "Nope," she said.

"Not even a century?"

"No"

"Not even a decade?"

"No"

"Not even five years?"

"No"

"Not even a week?"

"No"

"Not even five days?"

"No"

"Not even an hour?"

"No"

"Not even a second?"

"Iie! Ursei!" Himeko finally said.

Just then, they noticed that Chichiri was missing, not to mention Miaka and Nuriko. At the same time, they heard two screams.

"AHHHH, no da!"
and
"Chichiri-chan!"

Everyone turned to the source of the sound, and saw a girl, most likely another insane author, latched onto Chichiri.

"Get off of me, na no da! I didn't go out of the palace for you, no da!"

"Yes you did!"

Himeko grinned. "It looks like you've got a girlfriend, Chiri-chan," she said. "What's your name?" she asked the girl.

The girl grinned, still latched onto Chichiri. "I'm the author known as shadow priestess, but around here, I'm known as Nazomeita Suzuran!" she said.  Suzuran calmly held up a rapier. "I'm a priestess, so I'LL do the marrying here!!" She turned to her... good friend Chichiri and smirked. "Now! Do you take this kind, considerate, nonviolent girl to be your wife?"

"You have a twisted sense of humor no da," Chichiri moaned.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"

"Nothing na no da..."

"GOOD! SO DO YOU!!!" The black-haired girl had by now turned into a really tall and menacing demon thing. "Hm, Chichiri-chan?!"

"H-h-hai...." Chichiri said, gulping.

Suzuran smiled, in an evil sort of way. "Good…." she said. She turned back into her regular self. "Now…where was I? Oh yeah!" she said, grabbing Chichiri's arm. "I now pronounce us seishi and wife!" she exclaimed happily.

"That wasn't where you left off," Chichiri said.

"Too bad! It is now!" Suzuran said, her evil grin getting bigger. "And now…it's time for the new bride to glomp her seishi husband!" she exclaimed, and did just that.

The other seishi watched this spectacle with a mixture of looks of horror and shock on their faces.

"Another one…?" Nuriko asked.

"Just where are they coming from?" Chiriko said.

"HOW MUCH LONGER WILL THIS MADNESS LAST!?" All of the seishi, including Chichiri, exclaimed.

To be continued…