Chapter II
{Disclaimer| In no way am I affiliated with Fushigi Yuugi, though how much I want to be. I do not have any effect on the original series, which is probably a good thing.}
"Huh? Erm...What's wrong with your head. Its got some stuff sticking up..." said motioning to his forehead, then up to his bangs. "It looks like a goat licked your face; and it got stuck like that?" It was obvious that young Hotohori had not been as well trained as once thought, because this early in life he was well outspoken.
Chichiri looked somewhat taken back at this blunt comment. "Uhh...erm.I mean. No. I thought everyone has hair like this.I mean.Yeah." Said somewhat distractedly, failing at his attempt to not look like a complete and total idiot. He tilted his head observing Hotohori. "What's it like to live in that palace?" Said, arching a brow.
"Its awful, No da." He said, smirking. He then untied his hair, tossing it, then retying it back.
"NO DA!?" Chichiri exclaimed. "I like that phrase, I think I'm going to use it know. No Da!" He grinned broadly then did a little jig before sitting back down. "Anyway, why is it so awful?"
Hotohori shrugged, not quite able to answer. After a few moments he finally spoke. "Because. I've never been out of the palace. I want to see how other people live."
"Maybe you can, no da." He said. He snapped his fingers and suddenly he was an exact replica of Hotohori. "Now.." He then stood up, trying to master what little chi he obtained and channel it towards Hotohori, who was shaking slightly. Then, a blinding flash appeared as a crashing sound. BOOM. And when the smoke cleared..
{Stay tuned for Chapter Three, I'll have it up by Saturday guaranteed.}
{Disclaimer| In no way am I affiliated with Fushigi Yuugi, though how much I want to be. I do not have any effect on the original series, which is probably a good thing.}
"Huh? Erm...What's wrong with your head. Its got some stuff sticking up..." said motioning to his forehead, then up to his bangs. "It looks like a goat licked your face; and it got stuck like that?" It was obvious that young Hotohori had not been as well trained as once thought, because this early in life he was well outspoken.
Chichiri looked somewhat taken back at this blunt comment. "Uhh...erm.I mean. No. I thought everyone has hair like this.I mean.Yeah." Said somewhat distractedly, failing at his attempt to not look like a complete and total idiot. He tilted his head observing Hotohori. "What's it like to live in that palace?" Said, arching a brow.
"Its awful, No da." He said, smirking. He then untied his hair, tossing it, then retying it back.
"NO DA!?" Chichiri exclaimed. "I like that phrase, I think I'm going to use it know. No Da!" He grinned broadly then did a little jig before sitting back down. "Anyway, why is it so awful?"
Hotohori shrugged, not quite able to answer. After a few moments he finally spoke. "Because. I've never been out of the palace. I want to see how other people live."
"Maybe you can, no da." He said. He snapped his fingers and suddenly he was an exact replica of Hotohori. "Now.." He then stood up, trying to master what little chi he obtained and channel it towards Hotohori, who was shaking slightly. Then, a blinding flash appeared as a crashing sound. BOOM. And when the smoke cleared..
{Stay tuned for Chapter Three, I'll have it up by Saturday guaranteed.}