"Hmn, what's this, no da?" The blue-haired monk pulled out a dusty scroll
from a battered box.
"Well, ya could try reading it..." Tasuki said, as he kicked a rock by his boot and smirked. It hit Chichiri in the back.
Chichiri didn't acknowledge it though, he was deep in thought as he read. Occasionally, he let out a 'daaa' when he found something suprising.
"What is it? Does it say where Hotohori went off to?" Tasuki was growing impatient.
"Mmm, this was always rumored, but I never thought it could be true, no da." Chichiri looked grim.
"What is it?!" The bandit yelled in his ear. He didn't like it when people beat around the bush.
"Daaa! No need for yelling!" he put down the scroll with a sigh. "Tai Yi- jun had a child."
Tasuki's legs went numb. "A child! Her?!" He clutched the wall.
"Yes no da. Seems an emperor once pretended he loved her for power. Together they bore one child, but by the time the young one was born, the baby's father was gone with another woman. He already had an empress and an heir it seems." Chichiri frowned. "So sad..."
Tasuki started laughing. "Oh Suzaku! I thought th' hag found some poor blind dude!"
"I'm not finished yet, no da." He glared at Tasuki as he pulled off his face. "The pain, and the power she had... She cursed the child. Anyone possessing her blood would live a life of angst without love, and those who loved the bloodline would meet great suffering, even death."
"Ooooh that's deep."
"She cursed the emporer's blood as well. The extent of the curse is unknown, but it said that the only way to end the pain, would be for the two bloodlines to meet again and exchange wedding vows."
Tasuki snickered. "That's a pathetic way for revenge. Ya just gotta Rekka Shinen 'em!" He forgot the fan was in his pocket, and he lit himself on fire.
Chichiri watched his fellow seishi dance around screaming, and smirked slightly. He muttered a chant and put out the fire. "I wish I wasn't so nice sometimes, no da!" He said with a chuckle.
Tasuki glared at him, and tried to change the subject, clearly feeling embarrassed. "So do ya think that curse thing has been broken yet?"
"With that type of curse, I would be surprised if the bloodlines are even still going, no da."
Tasuki smirked, and his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Or with that type of face." *************************
His touch began to hurt more and more until she felt like her blood was beginning to boil. She tried to casually push away from him, but the pain made her movements quick and sharp and she staggered back.
He looked hurt and confused.
"I- I can't. I'm sorry, things wouldn't work between us... I'm sorry!" She pushed past him to go take care of her wound. He was from another time, wouldn't he want to go back? And what about this Miaka girl.... And now that she couldn't even touch him... There was no way a relationship could work.
He grabbed her arm. "I let Miaka get away, but you. Clover, you're different from Miaka. She was a childhood dream, but I think... I think I'm meant to be with you. Please we have to try." He looked so sincere, she wanted to say yes. She was practically ready to marry him if he asked right now.
But the pain was blinding. Things started to spin and her head started to feel light. She ripped her arm away from him and locked herself in the bathroom.
Hotohori followed her, and leaned against the door. "Please Clover. What's going on? Talk to me..."
She sat in the bathtub whimpering, she couldn't bare to answer him. If she told him the truth, he would surely leave. But if she didn't she'd continue to hurt him.
Hotohori's face burned with anger. She had no right to toy with his heart as she was doing now. She had seemed so loving, and interested only minutes ago, but now... Now he saw disgust in her eyes. Had he said something wrong?
Clover dozed off in the tub and when she woke up; making sure Hotohori was asleep first, she decided to go back out and look for Kisei. The pain started after he cut her. Surely he would have the answer.
The air that had once seemed crisp and inviting, now seemed frigid and dead. She walked into the woods, shaking like a leaf, and waited. Sitting in a clearing, she felt more like bait.
"I didn't think you'd come back this time." He said softly from behind her.
She tried not to jump, even though she was utterly shaken. "I didn't think I'd be back either."
"Mm, feisty," he whispered, as he sniffed her neck.
"What did you do to me with that knife?"
"So someone else already has your heart."
She looked away.
He growled. "Why am I not good enough for you?" He sat down next to her, waiting for a reply.
"I- I don't know..." She looked at her wound again, it was actually healing pretty quickly. Only a few hours had passed, and all ready it seemed to be smaller than what it was. "Why did you cut my hand?"
"To protect you Clover." He put his hand on hers.
She didn't move away. "Protect me?"
"The man you love is going to kill you..."
"Well, ya could try reading it..." Tasuki said, as he kicked a rock by his boot and smirked. It hit Chichiri in the back.
Chichiri didn't acknowledge it though, he was deep in thought as he read. Occasionally, he let out a 'daaa' when he found something suprising.
"What is it? Does it say where Hotohori went off to?" Tasuki was growing impatient.
"Mmm, this was always rumored, but I never thought it could be true, no da." Chichiri looked grim.
"What is it?!" The bandit yelled in his ear. He didn't like it when people beat around the bush.
"Daaa! No need for yelling!" he put down the scroll with a sigh. "Tai Yi- jun had a child."
Tasuki's legs went numb. "A child! Her?!" He clutched the wall.
"Yes no da. Seems an emperor once pretended he loved her for power. Together they bore one child, but by the time the young one was born, the baby's father was gone with another woman. He already had an empress and an heir it seems." Chichiri frowned. "So sad..."
Tasuki started laughing. "Oh Suzaku! I thought th' hag found some poor blind dude!"
"I'm not finished yet, no da." He glared at Tasuki as he pulled off his face. "The pain, and the power she had... She cursed the child. Anyone possessing her blood would live a life of angst without love, and those who loved the bloodline would meet great suffering, even death."
"Ooooh that's deep."
"She cursed the emporer's blood as well. The extent of the curse is unknown, but it said that the only way to end the pain, would be for the two bloodlines to meet again and exchange wedding vows."
Tasuki snickered. "That's a pathetic way for revenge. Ya just gotta Rekka Shinen 'em!" He forgot the fan was in his pocket, and he lit himself on fire.
Chichiri watched his fellow seishi dance around screaming, and smirked slightly. He muttered a chant and put out the fire. "I wish I wasn't so nice sometimes, no da!" He said with a chuckle.
Tasuki glared at him, and tried to change the subject, clearly feeling embarrassed. "So do ya think that curse thing has been broken yet?"
"With that type of curse, I would be surprised if the bloodlines are even still going, no da."
Tasuki smirked, and his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Or with that type of face." *************************
His touch began to hurt more and more until she felt like her blood was beginning to boil. She tried to casually push away from him, but the pain made her movements quick and sharp and she staggered back.
He looked hurt and confused.
"I- I can't. I'm sorry, things wouldn't work between us... I'm sorry!" She pushed past him to go take care of her wound. He was from another time, wouldn't he want to go back? And what about this Miaka girl.... And now that she couldn't even touch him... There was no way a relationship could work.
He grabbed her arm. "I let Miaka get away, but you. Clover, you're different from Miaka. She was a childhood dream, but I think... I think I'm meant to be with you. Please we have to try." He looked so sincere, she wanted to say yes. She was practically ready to marry him if he asked right now.
But the pain was blinding. Things started to spin and her head started to feel light. She ripped her arm away from him and locked herself in the bathroom.
Hotohori followed her, and leaned against the door. "Please Clover. What's going on? Talk to me..."
She sat in the bathtub whimpering, she couldn't bare to answer him. If she told him the truth, he would surely leave. But if she didn't she'd continue to hurt him.
Hotohori's face burned with anger. She had no right to toy with his heart as she was doing now. She had seemed so loving, and interested only minutes ago, but now... Now he saw disgust in her eyes. Had he said something wrong?
Clover dozed off in the tub and when she woke up; making sure Hotohori was asleep first, she decided to go back out and look for Kisei. The pain started after he cut her. Surely he would have the answer.
The air that had once seemed crisp and inviting, now seemed frigid and dead. She walked into the woods, shaking like a leaf, and waited. Sitting in a clearing, she felt more like bait.
"I didn't think you'd come back this time." He said softly from behind her.
She tried not to jump, even though she was utterly shaken. "I didn't think I'd be back either."
"Mm, feisty," he whispered, as he sniffed her neck.
"What did you do to me with that knife?"
"So someone else already has your heart."
She looked away.
He growled. "Why am I not good enough for you?" He sat down next to her, waiting for a reply.
"I- I don't know..." She looked at her wound again, it was actually healing pretty quickly. Only a few hours had passed, and all ready it seemed to be smaller than what it was. "Why did you cut my hand?"
"To protect you Clover." He put his hand on hers.
She didn't move away. "Protect me?"
"The man you love is going to kill you..."
