Disclaimer: Like I said before, I don't own Fushigi Yuugi. Bottom line, man. So don't sue unless you want some pocket lint. :P The only character I made up is Sheng Niu, the girl Suboshi knew when he was a kid, but then again, she's only mentioned once. Oh yea, I also own the nameless doctor.

A/N: Hey chickies!! If you didn't before, you might wanna read the author's note on the first chapter.*Shrug* Just a suggestion. And yes, this is fairly OOC. I'm sorry I made Suboshi such a twit! *very ashamed of herself* I love Suboshi!!!

And a little note on the Chinese name I chose for Suboshi's as a servant: Since I am not of Chinese descent, I don't really know about Chinese names (so don't get mad at me if it sounds weird.). I just went to a website and chose a random name. If you are Chinese, please tell me the meaning of the name Sheng Niu (I put the surname first) and how to pronounce it. My email is heartburnya@yahoo.com or you could tell me in a review. Thank-you!

Golly, I suck! I'm so sorry you guys!! I should of got this out way sooner, but you know how writer's block can get sometimes..

How awesome!! I got four reviews for the first chapter! Thank-you Reign of Isis4559, Blue Quartz, Tara-hime, and Mystik4L M3nt@LneZz! I'm not used to getting very many reviews, so I'm very grateful when I do. It's nice to know that someone is actually reading this besides my sisters, who I have to force. ^^;

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Suboshi, now impersonating a servant, had just spilled all of his beloved Yui-sama's food on the ground. Most likely, he had tipped the platter a little too far while he was daydreaming.

His nervous system completely collapsed and he just stood there, looking down at the huge mess, holding the empty serving tray. He was in shock and didn't know what to do. He could always go back and get another platter, but that probably wouldn't go that well with the big guy. Besides, what about the destruction of the ceramic dishes and most importantly, the carpet of the hall? He had to clean it up somehow. Nothing could help; this was inevitably a one-way ticket to being fed to Ashitare.

'Crap, what do I do???!!!' repeated over and over in his head, until his frantic thoughts were interrupted by a kind, feminine voice that made his eardrums ring like crazy.

"Do you need help cleaning that up?"

Suboshi spun around and almost screamed at the site of Yui-sama, but he still had a little self-control left. "Yui-sama!!" he managed to squeak. He hadn't noticed that she had come out of her room (probably from the noise of the crash), which was a few doors down the hall. Suboshi threw himself on the ground next to Yui's feet.

"Please forgive me, Yui-sama!!" the servant imposter begged, trying to disguise his voice as a woman's, which wasn't that easy. "I spilled all of your food!!"

Yui kneeled down so that she was directly facing Suboshi, who was astonished by how much more gorgeous she was up close. "It's alright. I'm sure you didn't mean to."

The dusty-blonde priestess began to clean up the mess, and Suboshi did the same. He was very shaky and nervous, though. Being so close to Yui made his insides feel like they were burning. He accidentally cut his hand on a broken piece of a dish, but didn't even notice because he was focusing so much on Yui. But She saw the blood.

"Oh, you're bleeding!" Yui said, examining his palm. Every spot her skin touched his sent a tingle through him. "Come into my room and I'll bandage it for you." Suboshi's heart leaped for joy, but he stopped himself from showing his joy. "But what about his mess? And your food???" He asked.

"Oh, don't worry about it. That cut looks deep," Yui replied, taking him into her room. The moment he stepped in, he was in heaven. The room was filled with Yui-sama's pleasant scent, her kind warmth, and her gentle softness. Impersonating a servant was well worth it to be in Yui-sama's room. He didn't care if he bled to death, as long as he died in that room.

She sat him down on her bed as she went to go look for something. Her bed. He was sitting on her bed. Where she slept! HOLY CRAP!!! This was all way too overwhelming for Suboshi. He was fighting to keep himself under control. Come on Suboshi, don't do something crazy now! You're so close! Hang on there! Remember, self control!

It was when Yui returned with a wet, white cloth that made it even harder for Suboshi. She was sitting right next to him, cleansing his cut. He was so close to touching her. He was so close to taking her in his arms. He was so close to locking her lips with his. He was so close to having her to himself. He was so close, it was scary.

Yui's concerned statement interrupted Suboshi's thoughts. "You might need stitches. Is there a doctor in this palace?" [AN: Does anyone know for a fact if they used stitches for deep cuts in ancient China? ^^; I just supposed they do.]

"Yes." He didn't want to leave his Yui-sama, though.

There was a loud knock at the door. Yui opened it, to see a guard standing outside her door.

"Yui-sama, what happened? There's a huge mess outside your door!" the guard said, paying no attention to Suboshi, who grimaced at the thought of the punishment he would get.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I accidentally spilled my tray when I was taking it back to the kitchen. This servant," Yui motioned to Suboshi. "was helping me clean it up, but she cut herself and I was cleaning the wound." Suboshi was amazed that she lied for him. His heart sank.

"Oh," the guard said, surprised by her explanation. He was expecting it to be the fault of anyone besides the priestess. "Next time, just leave your finished tray on the table and a servant will take it. Would you like another plate of food?"

"Please," Yui said, now very hungry. "And will you bring the doctor as well, please?"

"Yes, Yui-sama," the guard bowed and left abruptly. The sounds of the pieces of broken dishes being picked up by servants was heard from down the hall.

"Yui-sama, why did you do that??" Suboshi asked, rising up from the bed. "It was me who spilled the food!"

"Yes, but you would be punished, and I wouldn't," Yui smiled. Suboshi didn't know what to say to the kind priestess. He longed to confess his passionate love for the girl. Instead he bowed and recited a very gracious thank-you.

"What is your name," Yui asked, taking Suboshi by surprise. He never thought she would want to his name, as a servant.

"Eh. my name is. Sheng Niu," Suboshi answered, using the name of a girl he knew during his childhood. Why was she asking him this? Wasn't he just a servant to her?

Now Yui was sitting next to Suboshi on the bed. "How'd you get to be a servant?" she asked.

He stumbled for a realistic life story of a servant, which he hadn't really thought about. "Well, my, uh, mother was a servant," Suboshi answered slowly. "So I guess I was born into the job."

"What about your father?"

"I never knew my father," Suboshi answered simply. He was surprised to look into Yui's eyes and see warmhearted compassion, just like the compassion she gave him when he was told his twin brother, who he loved dearly, was dead.

"Niu-san. Your eyes looks very familiar. Have you served me before?" Yui said, making Suboshi very nervous that his identity might be uncovered by his priestess.

"Perhaps you were served by my mother. It is said that we have very similar eyes. Or maybe my sister," Suboshi tried to convince Yui that she hadn't seen him before, and luckily, she seemed to believe him.

"You know, I don't really like having servants," Yui said. "You all deserve to do something other than serve people all your life. I don't have servants in my world."

"But Yui-sama," Suboshi argued. "You are more important than us. We are meant to serve you. You are the priestess. You will save us all. We owe it to you. It is an honor to serve you." He was not only speaking as a servant, but as a devoted seishi as well.

Their conversation was interrupted by another knock at the door. Suboshi was disappointed to have Yui's gaze him his as she got up to answer the door. It was the doctor and a servant carrying another platter of food. Yui let them come in. The servant abruptly set the platter down, bowed, and left without saying a word. Seeing someone act like that around her saddened Yui even more.

While the doctor slowly stitched Suboshi's cut together, Suboshi continued to watch Yui-sama as she ate. He had never seen anyone eat more gracefully, and yet never so sadly either. She sat there starring out the window longingly, her lovely bangs casting a shadow over her heartsick eyes. She looked lonely.

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Ok, that's the end of chapter 2! Please review and tell me what you think. All reviews are appreciated, as long as they are not hateful and mean (you can critisize me, just don't make them too harsh. I'm really sensitive!) I realize I'm not the best writer on the planet. ^_~ Ciao my friends!