Weeeeeeeee! :D Yay! I don't own Fushuguguguiguu Yuuguuu... that lady does.
The following day, Hotohori sat by the river they had been following. Those bandits last night seemed more hospitable than one would think... they had provided them with food, a warm place to sleep, and information. They were so close to finding the rest of the seishi. Hotohori looked around, tossing a wave of brilliantly shining brown hair over his shoulder. Miaka and Nuriko must be off somewhere talking.
Talking. About what?
He stood up, brushing himself off lightly with his hands before going to look for the two. Thankfully for his steadily tiring legs, they were not far off. He stopped to look at them for a minute. Both Nuriko and Miaka were sitting under the shade of a tree. Hotohori heard Miaka's voice speaking in a very animated, vivid tone as she waved her hands around. Nuriko simply sat, smiling at her contently.
Hotohori took a few more steps toward them before Nuriko looked over, his smile growing into a grin. Hotohori smiled smally, walking up to join them.
"Hotohori!!!!!!1" Miaka called happily, waving him to sit down with them. "Where have you been?????/?"
"Ah... just resting by the riverbank. It's quite peaceful," Hotohori replied his voice deep, thick.
"Oh? We were just talking about what we thought the other seishi would be like!!!!!1"
"Is that so?" Hotohori chuckled before furrowing his brow slightly.
"Hotohori-sama? What's wrong?" Nuriko inquired, scooting himself a little closer to where the emperor had sat down. Nuriko had made a point not to tell Miaka what had happened in the forest the previous night. He had no intention of ever telling her... maybe she would just figure it out on her own. Nuriko was overflowing with joy every time he thought of Hotohori. He smiled.
"I... I started to cook some fish... and I think I may have let the fire go out..." Hotohori said, looking back toward the area in which he came from.
"Really? I didn't even smell the fire! Do you want me to go check it for you Hotohori-sama?" Nuriko offered, trying to be helpful in any way possible to his love.
"Oh, no! It's alright," Hotohori shook his head.
"I'll be right back!" Nuriko grinned as he hopped up, merrily running to see about the fish. He ran slowly along the riverbank a little ways. He looked back, unable to see Miaka and her seishi, as the thick trees blocked his view. The purple-haired boy brightened as he saw their luggage sitting by a tree. This must be where Hotohori was making his fish. Odd... there wasn't any sign of even an attempted fire. Nuriko fluttered up to the pile of several bags that contained their food, their tents, and other necessities. There was nothing around the bags. No sticks piled up, no grass cleared, nothing. Maybe he was just in the wrong place. Nuriko continued along the riverbed for a while, searching for the spot that Hotohori had been speaking of.
He sighed and frowned a little after a few minutes' walking had led him to absolutely nothing. Oh well. At least he had some time to think without Miaka's loud, chirpy voice interrupting his thought process every two seconds. It was strange... after what had happened the night before, Hotohori hadn't acted any differently toward Nuriko. Nuriko bit his lip as he searched for an explanation. Maybe he, like himself, didn't want Miaka to know... Nuriko smiled a little. That must be it. Maybe Hotohori was just waiting until they could get some time alone before he was going to say anything about it. Even though nothing had happened at all between the two of the since the previous night, Nuriko was still soaring high above the clouds with complete and utter happiness. Ever since last night, things seemed brighter... everything seemed to be good in the world. He supposed that the world just seemed that way when someone was in love with you... He grinned to himself, continuing to happily walk parallel to the river, away from Miaka and Hotohori.
"Hotohori...???//" Miaka started up as soon as Nuriko was out of sight, "do you think that Tamahome will come back?????11" her brown eyes were wide with concern for her captive lover.
Hotohori was silent for a long moment, thinking, before he replied. "You really love him, don't you...?" (lmao Hotohori apparently has some obsession with people being in love with Tamahome...)
Miaka looked to her hands. "Yes... I'm sorry, Hotohori, but I do."
"But Miaka... just until we get word from him... won't you give me a chance...? I love you just as much as you love him..." Hotohori looked pleadingly into her eyes. Miaka just looked at him with that sickeningly pathetic look on her face that she always gets whenever Tamahome isn't around.
The emperor looked deeply into his miko's eyes, searching for a 'yes' somewhere, even just a hint of a vague one. Miaka looked back into his. This was the second time within two days that this had happened. Last time, they had been interrupted before he had a chance to kiss her, so Hotohori just went straight into it. No use in wasting any time.
He stroked her cheek with his hand as he leaned in to kiss her, his eyes slowly closing. His lips touched softly to hers.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!111111111" Miaka tore herself out of his embrace, jumping up. Hotohori grabbed her gently by the wrist, looking up into her cold eyes, pleading his silent case of love upon her deaf ears.
Nuriko looked up. He thought he had heard someone yell out... He sat a few moments longer, on a rock by a calm area of the river. He looked up to the sky before grabbing his shoes, which he had discarded by his side, and pulling his feet out of the cool water. He stood up, waiting a moment for his feet to dry before putting on his shoes, which were quickly wearing out. Nuriko brushed the hair out of his face.
He heard the shout again, this time recognizing it as Miaka's. He forgot about putting on his shoes and started running back toward where he had left Miaka and Hotohori a while earlier, his wet feet gathering mud as he ran at top speed along the muddy part of the riverbank.
"Miaka!" came Nuriko's scratchy, concerned yell. Miaka turned around to see Nuriko running quickly toward her, purple braid flying behind him as he bounded through the trees. He slowed down as he neared her, stopping a few feet in front of her, leaning over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath (he had run a long way). "Miaka," he gasped, "are you alright? I I heard you yell out..." he looked up to her with large, brilliant violet eyes teeming with worry.
"Yes I'm alright," she smiled back in that fake, unconvincing Miaka-lie way, "A wolf was in the woods behind me... It just scared me. It didn't do anything, though... just walked off in the other direction. I'm alright. Nothing happened."
"Whatever," Nuriko wheezed, recognizing the tone. He plopped down to rest, not feeling in the mood to try to wedge the truth out of her. After a few moments he began to wonder, "Where is Hotohori-sama?"
"He's down there..." she pointed a little ways off to an area covered in trees. Nuriko got up slowly and started walking toward the emperor. He ducked through the trees, smiling when he saw Hotohori gathering branches in a small clearing.
"Hotohori-sama..." he called softly. Hotohori turned to where the voice had come from and looked up, smiling faintly. "I didn't find where you were talking about... with the fish..."
"Oh..." he didn't seem all that surprised as he went back to gathering firewood. Luckily for him, Nuriko didn't catch on to that. He was too busy admiring how the sun reflected perfectly off of the beautiful man's hair. Hotohori turned back around to him, smiling to see Nuriko so near. He lightly took hold of the strong seishi's small, soft hands.
"I love you..."
Nuriko smiled, nervously. "I love you too..."
"Will you help me?" Hotohori asked sweetly, releasing Nuriko's hands and gesturing to the wood he had been gathering.
"Of course..." He was so happy every time he remembered to himself the sound of Hotohori's voice when he said that he loved him...
The following day, Hotohori sat by the river they had been following. Those bandits last night seemed more hospitable than one would think... they had provided them with food, a warm place to sleep, and information. They were so close to finding the rest of the seishi. Hotohori looked around, tossing a wave of brilliantly shining brown hair over his shoulder. Miaka and Nuriko must be off somewhere talking.
Talking. About what?
He stood up, brushing himself off lightly with his hands before going to look for the two. Thankfully for his steadily tiring legs, they were not far off. He stopped to look at them for a minute. Both Nuriko and Miaka were sitting under the shade of a tree. Hotohori heard Miaka's voice speaking in a very animated, vivid tone as she waved her hands around. Nuriko simply sat, smiling at her contently.
Hotohori took a few more steps toward them before Nuriko looked over, his smile growing into a grin. Hotohori smiled smally, walking up to join them.
"Hotohori!!!!!!1" Miaka called happily, waving him to sit down with them. "Where have you been?????/?"
"Ah... just resting by the riverbank. It's quite peaceful," Hotohori replied his voice deep, thick.
"Oh? We were just talking about what we thought the other seishi would be like!!!!!1"
"Is that so?" Hotohori chuckled before furrowing his brow slightly.
"Hotohori-sama? What's wrong?" Nuriko inquired, scooting himself a little closer to where the emperor had sat down. Nuriko had made a point not to tell Miaka what had happened in the forest the previous night. He had no intention of ever telling her... maybe she would just figure it out on her own. Nuriko was overflowing with joy every time he thought of Hotohori. He smiled.
"I... I started to cook some fish... and I think I may have let the fire go out..." Hotohori said, looking back toward the area in which he came from.
"Really? I didn't even smell the fire! Do you want me to go check it for you Hotohori-sama?" Nuriko offered, trying to be helpful in any way possible to his love.
"Oh, no! It's alright," Hotohori shook his head.
"I'll be right back!" Nuriko grinned as he hopped up, merrily running to see about the fish. He ran slowly along the riverbank a little ways. He looked back, unable to see Miaka and her seishi, as the thick trees blocked his view. The purple-haired boy brightened as he saw their luggage sitting by a tree. This must be where Hotohori was making his fish. Odd... there wasn't any sign of even an attempted fire. Nuriko fluttered up to the pile of several bags that contained their food, their tents, and other necessities. There was nothing around the bags. No sticks piled up, no grass cleared, nothing. Maybe he was just in the wrong place. Nuriko continued along the riverbed for a while, searching for the spot that Hotohori had been speaking of.
He sighed and frowned a little after a few minutes' walking had led him to absolutely nothing. Oh well. At least he had some time to think without Miaka's loud, chirpy voice interrupting his thought process every two seconds. It was strange... after what had happened the night before, Hotohori hadn't acted any differently toward Nuriko. Nuriko bit his lip as he searched for an explanation. Maybe he, like himself, didn't want Miaka to know... Nuriko smiled a little. That must be it. Maybe Hotohori was just waiting until they could get some time alone before he was going to say anything about it. Even though nothing had happened at all between the two of the since the previous night, Nuriko was still soaring high above the clouds with complete and utter happiness. Ever since last night, things seemed brighter... everything seemed to be good in the world. He supposed that the world just seemed that way when someone was in love with you... He grinned to himself, continuing to happily walk parallel to the river, away from Miaka and Hotohori.
"Hotohori...???//" Miaka started up as soon as Nuriko was out of sight, "do you think that Tamahome will come back?????11" her brown eyes were wide with concern for her captive lover.
Hotohori was silent for a long moment, thinking, before he replied. "You really love him, don't you...?" (lmao Hotohori apparently has some obsession with people being in love with Tamahome...)
Miaka looked to her hands. "Yes... I'm sorry, Hotohori, but I do."
"But Miaka... just until we get word from him... won't you give me a chance...? I love you just as much as you love him..." Hotohori looked pleadingly into her eyes. Miaka just looked at him with that sickeningly pathetic look on her face that she always gets whenever Tamahome isn't around.
The emperor looked deeply into his miko's eyes, searching for a 'yes' somewhere, even just a hint of a vague one. Miaka looked back into his. This was the second time within two days that this had happened. Last time, they had been interrupted before he had a chance to kiss her, so Hotohori just went straight into it. No use in wasting any time.
He stroked her cheek with his hand as he leaned in to kiss her, his eyes slowly closing. His lips touched softly to hers.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!111111111" Miaka tore herself out of his embrace, jumping up. Hotohori grabbed her gently by the wrist, looking up into her cold eyes, pleading his silent case of love upon her deaf ears.
Nuriko looked up. He thought he had heard someone yell out... He sat a few moments longer, on a rock by a calm area of the river. He looked up to the sky before grabbing his shoes, which he had discarded by his side, and pulling his feet out of the cool water. He stood up, waiting a moment for his feet to dry before putting on his shoes, which were quickly wearing out. Nuriko brushed the hair out of his face.
He heard the shout again, this time recognizing it as Miaka's. He forgot about putting on his shoes and started running back toward where he had left Miaka and Hotohori a while earlier, his wet feet gathering mud as he ran at top speed along the muddy part of the riverbank.
"Miaka!" came Nuriko's scratchy, concerned yell. Miaka turned around to see Nuriko running quickly toward her, purple braid flying behind him as he bounded through the trees. He slowed down as he neared her, stopping a few feet in front of her, leaning over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath (he had run a long way). "Miaka," he gasped, "are you alright? I I heard you yell out..." he looked up to her with large, brilliant violet eyes teeming with worry.
"Yes I'm alright," she smiled back in that fake, unconvincing Miaka-lie way, "A wolf was in the woods behind me... It just scared me. It didn't do anything, though... just walked off in the other direction. I'm alright. Nothing happened."
"Whatever," Nuriko wheezed, recognizing the tone. He plopped down to rest, not feeling in the mood to try to wedge the truth out of her. After a few moments he began to wonder, "Where is Hotohori-sama?"
"He's down there..." she pointed a little ways off to an area covered in trees. Nuriko got up slowly and started walking toward the emperor. He ducked through the trees, smiling when he saw Hotohori gathering branches in a small clearing.
"Hotohori-sama..." he called softly. Hotohori turned to where the voice had come from and looked up, smiling faintly. "I didn't find where you were talking about... with the fish..."
"Oh..." he didn't seem all that surprised as he went back to gathering firewood. Luckily for him, Nuriko didn't catch on to that. He was too busy admiring how the sun reflected perfectly off of the beautiful man's hair. Hotohori turned back around to him, smiling to see Nuriko so near. He lightly took hold of the strong seishi's small, soft hands.
"I love you..."
Nuriko smiled, nervously. "I love you too..."
"Will you help me?" Hotohori asked sweetly, releasing Nuriko's hands and gesturing to the wood he had been gathering.
"Of course..." He was so happy every time he remembered to himself the sound of Hotohori's voice when he said that he loved him...
