Warnings: um . . . .bad grammar/spelling . . . Oh and banditness, but for the rating I'll censor it.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
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Chichiri was sitting back in the same place with his pen and notebook again. He'd spent an hour yesterday attempting to escape from Nuriko however in the end it'd been futile and he'd had to make a visit to Mitsukake. The silent healer had been surprised by the monk's visit considering either Tamahome or Tasuki (and sometimes both) had been the ones to need his assistance nearly every day. Now that he was healed and alone (he scanned the area to be sure) the mage decided to start part two.
Seishi Bandits are arguably the most difficult seishi to take care of (some say it's the crossdresser) Your Seishi Bandit will have an even shorter temper than your crossdresser (see part 1) and be even more violent . . .
"Oi Chiri!" Tasuki ran over, " 'av ya seen obeca-chan? I'm going to fry him!"
"He and Nuriko went somewhere no da."
. . . They will enjoy "frying" innocent and not so innocent people with their prize weapon, their tessen. TheTessen is the basic halisen made of iron (and now unfortunately diamond) which has been enchanted to spew fire upon will . . .
"Damn and I really wanted to fry his a**," sighed Tasuki plopping down next to his friend, "So whatcha' got there?"
"Nothing no da."
. . . Like your crossdresser, your bandit will have a sense of curiosity . . .
" Oh, k"
. . . That is thankfully much more easily appeased . . .
"Ya've got yer nose in scrolls far too often," stated the redhead jumping to his feet, " Ya need ta' relax!"
. . . He is quite lazy, and will apply his work ethic to everyone. Deciding to help you "relax" when he believes you have been working too hard . . .
The bandit paused thinking for a moment, " I know, come on let's get some Sake!" the monk sighed as he was dragged off.
. . .This often includes liquor . . .
Chichiri found himself sitting in the corner of a noisy tavern watching as Tasuki ordered his sake.
. . . Allowing your seishi bandit sake is just asking for trouble. If at all possible I recommend you to avoid this substance . . .
"Here ya go Chiri!" he announced proudly setting a full sake bowl and the jug infront of the monk taking the other for himself. He gave a toast before tippind his head back to drink. Suddenly the bowl was snatched from his hand.
. . . For once your bandit has found some it is too late to stop him . . .
"Fang-boy you don't need this!" smiled Tamahome as he downed the drink himself.
" Why you!" growled Tasuki.
. . . Attempting to stop him at all should only be done by the most stout of heart . . .
The redhead decided to grab the other bowl, which was also quickly snatched and downed by another. "Arigattou Tas-chan! It was sweet of you to pour me a drink," smiled Nuriko.
. . . Though even then it is often a lost cause . . .
Tasuki then reached for the jug, which Tamahome plucked from his grasp. Giving the bandit a goofy smile he poured both him and Nuriko another glass.
. . . Such action in general will certainly lead to a brawl . . .
Yelling a war cry the redhead launched himself at the con man. The two began to fight.
. . . Which will surely be initiated by your seishi bandit . . .
Chichiri sighed tilting his head just slightly as a sake bowl flew past and shattered against the wall behind him.
. . . This will likely grow to involve many other patrons of whatever location you are at, at the moment . . .
Nuriko sat down sipping his drink, " What are you writing?"
Chichiri was about to reply nothing, but instead gave up and allowed the crossdresser to read over his shoulder.
. . . Even with all of this said your bandit will be a real softy on the inside . . .
Chichiri took the notebook into his lap as a flying Tamahome (thrown by Tasuki) crashed into their table.
. . . Though sometimes that may be hard to believe . . .
A bruised and battered Tasuki proudly stood up brandishing a sake jug and bowl, "Ha! Obeka-chan couldn't keep it from me!"
Chichiri surveyed the damage, over half the furniture in the tavern was crushed, multiple patrons lay about bruised and beaten, and an unconscious Suzaku seishi lay on what remained of his table.
. . . I repeat, "Allowing your seishi bandit sake is just asking for trouble."
"Let me see," demanded Nuriko.
Chichiri handed him the notebook and went up to pay the tavern owner for the damages. On his way back to the table he numbly registered the violet haired seishi's singsong voice.
" Tas-chan you really should read this!"
It took the monk a moment to fully comprehend the implications of those words. His eye went wide with realization and only milliseconds later he heard the bandit's gruff voice . . .
" A SOFTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
