Erm. FY isn't mine. Ohoh. Erm. This part gets um... smutty? Like... its not limish.. but um. The same general idea. Oh well. You like it XD And if you don't like it, don't read it. And if you read it, review it :D

"Closed," Tasuki lamented, shaking his head as he and Nuriko sat on the ground a few yards from the dark building. Nuriko didn't feel like talking. He just sat there, staring at the ground in the cool night air. How could Hotohori do that? He had seemed so honest when he told Nuriko how he felt... Was he just lying the whole time? But... why? Why would the emperor, who has a whole harem of women waiting for him at the palace, lead another guy on like that? It made no sense whatsoever...
"Aw, come on, Nuriko... Cheer up..." Tasuki looked over to him, "You know... I don't even think that Hotohori bastard deserves you!"
Nuriko played with his hair, rather mopily. This compelled Tasuki to continue. "Well it's true! The problem is just... trying to figure out how I can say it..." he scratched his head, thinking, "Well you know you're beautiful... I don't need to tell you that. I've sacked like thousands of villages and raped all their women," Tasuki exaggerated... a lot... Er. Tasuki completely made it up. "And I ain't ever seen one as pretty as you!" Tasuki didn't exaggerate at all. "And the way you talk! ...It's just so elegant... and pretty... It's like someone really elegant and pretty talking!"
Nuriko rolled his eyes, laughing silently despite his gloom.
"But the most important thing about the way you talk... is you talk SO sincerely! That Hotohori prick... every word outta his damn mouth I swear must be a lie! And a good, honest voice like yours deserves something better'n a lying voice like his!" Tasuki pointed at Nuriko as he was saying this. "And you know... you're nice to talk to... He's just NOT. He's almost as boring as that Mitsufeukuu or whatever he's calling himself these days!" Nuriko could't help but laugh out loud, "And when you smile... it just makes people turn to MUSH! I would know!" he was getting pretty involved in this speech by now, "And you're funny!" Tasuki listed off on his fingers, "And you're smart! And you cook good! And you smell like flowers! And dammit! He does not deserve the fucking flowers!" he shook his fist.
Nuriko blinked, amused. He paused a little, trying to find the right words. "Uh... Thanks," he laughed.
Tasuki laughed along, flashing a fanged grin, "But of course I didn't need'a tell you all that... you've probably heard it a thousand times from a thousand guys..."
"Actually no..." Nuriko smiled, amazed at how much better Tasuki made him feel, "Nobody's ever told me anything like that before..." Nuriko tried to forget all the things Hotohori had said to him. They were a lot more eloquent... but... somehow they weren't as nice as Tasuki's compliments...
"Shit..." he muttered, "There you go smiling again..."
"Kiss'er!" bad Tasuki yelled in his ear. Tasuki suddenly noticed how close he was sitting to Nuriko. "Come on! Do it! You know you want to!" this was true.
"Nah..." good Tasuki started weakly, clutching his head, eyes half closed, face scrunched, "She's in a vulnerable position... At least wait until a few days've passed..." he sighed, "Dude... can I go back to bed now...? I'm starting to feel sick again..."
"But what if you don't get another chance? What if that damn bastard wants her back? NOW IS THE TIME FOR ACTION!" Bad Tasuki pointed dramatically.
"Okay, okay... just kiss her... but don't go too far, or she'll hate you... Just let her know how you feel... or something..." good Tasuki rubbed his head a little. "Urk!" good Tasuki suddenly jumped off Tasuki's shoulder, tripped, got up and ran off to the nearby bushes.
"Poor guy... all hung-over... Oh well. He'll be better. But anyway! KISS HER!"
Tasuki bent his head down, leaning forward, planting his lips on Nuriko's cheek. Just a small kiss on the cheek. Wouldn't hurt anybody. Tasuki found himself wondering why he always wound up doing what his bad side told him to, but his thoughts were cut off as Nuriko scooted closer to Tasuki, leaning his head on Tasuki's shoulder. Tasuki smiled and put an arm around Nuriko's shoulder, feeling giddy as a schoolgirl.
The red-haired seishi thought for a moment. He soon verified his idea and went forth with his new plan. "Nuriko..." he whispered. Nuriko lifted his head looking up as Tasuki. Everything was going according to plan. The bandit delicately stroked Nuriko's cheek before leaning in to kiss him again, deeply.
Nuriko jumped a little, as he was not expecting to find himself being kissed... by Tasuki of all people. Not that this was a bad thing, Nuriko decided. He noticed how, compared to the way Hotohori kissed, Tasuki was more aggressive, demanding... exciting. Hotohori had always seemed unsure. Tasuki, however seemed to have much more conviction in his kiss. Nuriko decided that he liked Tasuki's kissing better. Tasuki wrapped his arms around the other seishi. Nuriko thought how the way Tasuki kissed was more forward, more honest. Tasuki pushed Nuriko on his back, laying on top of him. Yes, Tasuki was definitely more forward, Nuriko decided. Nuriko lightly wrapped his arms around Tasuki, whose hands, the violet-eyed seishi thought, were getting dangerously close to his chest... And if Tasuki still thought that he was a girl... Nuriko jerked away suddenly as Tasuki attempted to grab what wasn't there, causing the bandit to fall forward, his face smashing into the ground.
Nuriko stood up quickly, looking down at the ground as Tasuki bolted upright, rubbing his head. Nuriko prayed that he had jerked away before there was time to notice anything unusual. Tasuki slowly turned to face Nuriko, looking at him for a moment, thinking, before he asked, rather bluntly, "Where'ryerboobs?"
Trying to think of an escape, Nuriko stood there, looking around into the dark night. What followed was a long, awkward pause in which neither of them spoke or moved. It was hard to say how much time passed before Tasuki stood up, taking a small step toward the other seishi.
"Nuriko..." he sounded rather calm for just finding out that the person he'd just been thoroughly making out with had been a guy. "You think I care about that kinda thing? Who gives a shit if you're a little flat?" Ah. That would explain the lack of shock. He still thought Nuriko was a girl... just not a very well endowed girl. Not well endowed at all. Tasuki shook his head a little, continuing, "I still say you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen..."
Nuriko slowly drew in his breath, letting it all out in a sigh. He ran a hand through his waist-length hair.
"And... and I..." Tasuki looked over to a nearby tree, throwing a dirty look at good and bad Tasuki, who were rooting him on and making catcalls. Tasuki tried to ignore them, knowing that this was the wrong thing to do. Tasuki looked at Nuriko, deciding that even if it was the wrong thing to do, he would explode if he didn't say it. He lowered his voice so that they wouldn't hear him. "I... I love you, Nuriko..." he glanced quickly to Nuriko, who simply stood there, unsure of what to say. It seemed to Tasuki that a small chunk of his heart was being brutally hacked out each second that passed in Nuriko's frigid silence.
Neither one was sure as to exactly how long they stood there, but it could be agreed that many an uneasy minute was spent standing there before Nuriko finally answered him. "Tasuki... I'm getting tired... I'm ready to back to the inn..."
Needless to say, Tasuki was utterly devastated and crushed as they walked in silence to the small inn, up the stairs and to their respective rooms.
Tasuki sat down on his bed, hitting himself in the head repeatedly for being such an idiot. What was Nuriko supposed to say to him? He hadn't really expected him to go 'Oh Tasuki I love you too! That whole thing with me liking Hotohori was just a plot to get you!' He sighed, wondering why he had just blown any chance he ever had with the only girl he'd ever liked. He lay down to go to sleep, thinking that for something that was supposed to be the greatest thing in the world, love hurt an awful lot.

Nuriko went in and closed the door. He stood there, leaning against the door, looking into the dark room, Miaka's faint snores in the background. He slowly slid down, sitting vacantly against the door, eventually falling into an uncomfortable sleep.