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So they found themselves, standing outside the cold inn, squinting the cold wind out of their eyes. The atmosphere within the group was suddenly tense, as if the reality of the situation had only now set in. The outcome of this afternoon would alter the fate of a country. Nuriko stared hard at his hands. Tasuki was gazing at Nuriko in awe. Tamahome and Miaka stood staring wistfully into each other's eyes. Chichiri was distrustfully eyeing Amiboshi, who was playing his flute. Mitsukake stared with rapt attention at his feet. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming behind him. He slowly turned his neck. Too slowly. Someone had grabbed him from behind and was dragging him off into some dark alley. Mitsukake tried to fight back, but the assailant had him in an iron death grip that only the great Jaws of Life could break. He tried to scream, but his captor gagged him before he could make a single sound. He found himself being shoved onto the ground in an abandoned alley. He looked upon the face of his kidnapper. It was... Chiriko! How could he? He was his ally! His trusted comrade! His Agh! He'd been punched in the stomach. He was forced onto the ground, being ruthlessly kicked by the vicious youth. Chiriko lifted him up by the hair, throwing his head onto the cobblestone street with great force. Slowly, everything went black for Mitsukake. Suboshi took a bit of rope out of his back pocket, tightly binding the boring seishi's hands and feet and redoing the gag in his mouth. Slinging the unconscious seishi over his shoulder, Suboshi leaped off toward the river. This one was going to be swimming with the fishies soon.
The six of them stood like this for quite a while, unaware of the disappearance of Mitsukake, before Nuriko's voice came weakly, "Well... I guess we need to get going. Are you guys staying here?"
Chichiri nodded.
"Well I guess we'd better go... I'd hate to be caught out here after dark," Tamahome sighed, still holding onto Miaka.
"I'll walk with you to the border of the city!" Miaka suggested.
Chichiri shrugged, "I don't see why not no da. Why don't we all go no da?" he glanced at Amiboshi. "Um... Where is Mitsukake-san no da?"
"I'm right here!" Suboshi came running briskly from the direction of the docks.
The seishi twitched.
"Suboshi!!" Amiboshi leapt into his long lost brother's arms.
"Um. No. I'm Mitsukake. Your fellow Suzaku seishi. Mitsukake."
Amiboshi jumped out of his arms, a look of mingled shock and overpowering sorrow on his face.
"Oh. Weird. I always thought you kinda sucked," Tamahome looked him up and down.
"Yeah! You suddenly got a lot cooler," Tasuki commented, patting him on the shoulder.
"I never noticed how much you two look alike!" Nuriko glanced from Amiboshi to Suboshi. "I guess I never really looked at you before. You were always... so boring."
"Yup. And here I am. Mitsukake."
Amiboshi stood off to the side, looking hurt.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Tasuki cheered, as they all started walking.
The walk down the winding streets was pleasant, although cold. Nuriko clutched Tasuki's arm tighter as the wind picked up and blew snow into their faces. Tamahome and Miaka had paired off, as usual, and were making sickening cooing noises at each other. Chichiri was staring at Suboshi and Amiboshi with mistrust.
"Pst." Suboshi whispered, striding alongside Amiboshi.
Amiboshi looked at him pathetically. "I'm sorry about earlier... It's just... I've really been missing my brother lately... and I never noticed how much you looked like him before," he sighed. "So you HAVE missed me!" Suboshi embraced Amiboshi tearfully. "Um... Mitsukake-san. You're being weird." Suboshi just clung more tightly to his ever-so-slightly older brother. "This is making me uncomfortable, Mitsukake-san. This is awkward," he protested. "Amiboshi," Suboshi whispered, "It's me, Suboshi! I'm only pretending to be Mitsukake!" Amiboshi's face lit up. "Yay!!!" He hugged his brother as tightly as he could. Meanwhile, all was silent between Nuriko and Tasuki. That was why they had been the only ones to notice that what appeared to be a large werewolf was leaping towards Miaka and Tamahome.
"Miaka!!" Nuriko screamed, leaping and shoving her out of the way, allowing himself to be hit by the large creature's razor sharp talons of doom in her place.
Miaka at first was puzzled as to why Nuriko had pushed her over and sent her rolling through the cold snow. She was about to protest when she saw the beast. Her mouth hung open. Finally she managed a scream, hers mingling with those of the surrounding townsfolk, who were eagerly running around trying to get out. Some of them ran over to see what the commotion was, but quickly ran away as the werewolf... thing chased after them.
Nuriko lay there for a moment face down in the snow. All the feeling in his body seemed to be congregated around his freely bleeding arm, leaving the rest of his body feeling numb, discarded. A scream from Miaka brought him staggering to his dainty feet, swaying slightly for a second as pain wracked his body. He ran over to join the pack of Suzaku seishi that were now surrounding their miko, prepared to fight to the death.
Miaka screamed again, pointing wildly "HHAAAAANDDDDDDDdddddd!!!!!!!!!11111" The monstrous creature was now viciously eating what appeared to be a bloody human hand. The air was filled with screams.
"Suzaku no Miko..." it growled.
"It's a Seiryuu seishi no da!" Chichiri exclaimed, his hands grabbing his prayer beads as he murmured an incantation.
"Ashitare! It's been a while! Sup my man?" Amiboshi started towards his long lost fellow seishi, but stopped himself at the disbelieving looks on the Suzaku seishi's faces. "Er... I mean... Vile beast! I shall smite you with the wrath of Suzaku!!!"
The Seiryuu seishi ran at them with great strides, giving Amiboshi a high five as it ran past, its mouth wide open, exposing sharp, pointed teeth. The group surrounding Miaka panicked. Tamahome grabbed Miaka and leapt towards the ground, trying to get her out of the way.
"Tasuki! Your fan!!" Nuriko screamed. Tasuki failed to do anything, so Nuriko snatched the fan out of the bandit's hand, waving out a huge cloud of flame at the wolf, screeching, "Lekka Shinen!!"
The monstrous Seiryuu seishi let out an animal-like cry before leaping on top of the closest building, jumping along rooftops until he was out of sight, clutching his clawed hand to his burnt face. Amiboshi and Suboshi snuck off behind him.
Nuriko dropped the heavy metal fan to the ground as Miaka's squeal came calling through the cold air, "Wow, Nuriko! You messed him up good!!!11" "Hell yeah," Tasuki joined in, "And considering you saved all our asses, I'll let it slide that you touched my fan."
Nuriko laughed, despite the fact that his arm was now hurting worse than ever.
Chichiri looked around worriedly, "The Seiryuu seishi are here no da... We have to get the shinzaho as quickly as possible no da! What if they're after it too no da? Come on Miaka, Mitsukake..." he stopped pulling off his mask, "Where is Chiriko no da?" "He was here a minute ago..." Tamahome furrowed his brow, "Maybe he figured he might as well not, since he wasn't going to get the shinzaho?"
Worry filled Nuriko's eyes. "Chichiri..."
Chichiri sighed, shaking his head, "I guess I was right about him no da."
"He likes the brothers!!!!" Miaka squealed happily.
"I always figured he was the fake seishi no da..."
"Fake seishi? There's a fake mountain??//" Miaka had obviously forgotten about Taiitsukun's announcement that one of them wasn't a Suzaku seishi.
"It only makes sense that he would disappear just in time to give his fellow seishi notice of where we were no da." Chichiri clenched his fist. "Oh well no da. We just have to get the shinzaho that much faster no da. Can you three manage it no da?"
Tasuki, Tamahome, and Nuriko nodded.
"Alright then, no da. Come on Miaka, Mitsukake. Mitsukake?" Chichiri looked around. Mitsukake was nowhere to be found either. Oh well, he figured. He had been weird all day. Maybe he was sick or something and had just gone back to the inn.
Tamahome was gazing after their retreating figures. Tasuki took this time to give Nuriko a big hug. How special.
"Ow!" Nuriko jerked back.
"What's wrong?"
"Well... it's just... that thing back there got my arm pretty bad when I got Miaka out of the way," he pulled at the rip in his sleeve, examining the wound.
Tasuki leaned in to see, "SHIT! Get that Mitsufuki guy over here! Hey! Hey!" he ran after the others, catching up to them rather quickly. Nuriko couldn't hear what they were saying from where he was. Tasuki pointed to Nuriko, saying something to Chichiri. Nuriko laughed as he heard Miaka gasp loudly. Suddenly, Tasuki turned around, looking put off.
"Mitsukake went back to the inn or something. Sorry. I'll bandage it for you."
The journey up the mountain was cold and tiring. About halfway up, they decided to split up. Tasuki and Tamahome went off either direction, leaving Nuriko to the path going straight up. He sighed, surveying the steep path ahead of him before continuing through the deepening snow.
Nuriko had never been so cold in his entire life. He frowned. His whole body was shaking, his feet hurt, and his fingers didn't seem to want to move, but he had to keep going. All for his miko. He smiled, thinking that although Miaka wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box at times, that she had her good points too. He even went so far as to think to himself that he was glad to nearly freeze to death for her. In a lot of ways, he thought, she was like Kourin... only several dozen IQ points lower. Or he felt the same way for both of them at least. He certainly knew he would have climbed up any giant icicle for Kourin, just as he now was for Miaka.
He let his thoughts wander freely as he continued the lonely, upward climb. He stopped for a second. He had been thinking of Kourin... and none of the things that had accompanied these thoughts before came. There was no part of him crying out in protest that he had no sister. Not even a part telling him that he was his sister. He was just a young man thinking fondly of his little sister. He smiled, continuing on his way.
Finally, he saw a break in the bare white mountainside. "Looks like I was the right one to come here after all..." he murmured to himself, taking notice of a set of huge, heavy looking doors with an even bigger, heavier looking boulder sitting directly in front of them, preventing them from opening. Surely, he thought, the shinzaho was in there. "Alright," he smiled, "I'll just move this here and..." his attention was taken from surveying the large rock by a sudden feeling that someone was watching him. He turned, seeing the same Seiryuu seishi from before, only this time he looked very badly burned and was accompanied by Amiboshi and Suboshi. "Chiriko! Mitsukake! What are you doing with.. that thing?!" Nuriko shouted.
"I have a name you know," the beast said in an indignant tone, standing before Nuriko sharpening his claws on a rather large emery board. "Oh right! You wouldn't care what my name is. The great and wonderful Suzaku seishi don't care about names. They just throw some fire at you and expect you to just nance on back home."
Nuriko blinked, having expected something less... human sounding to be said by such a beast. He looked at Amiboshi and Suboshi confusedly, expecting them to give some kind of explanation as to why they were with this monster. Amiboshi just kind of shrugged, giving Nuriko a look as if to tell him that he didn't quite get Ashitare either.
"Well my name is Ashitare, since you aren't polite enough to ask, you poncy tosser. And I'm going to have to kill you and eat you and then find the rest of your little friends and eat them too. Yum yum. Especially the Suzaku no miko," he said in a breezy, offhand kind of voice as he blew the shavings off his claws. "I was thinking maybe I'd broil you and then whip up a delightful sort of an herb marinade... perhaps on a bed of..." he looked to Suboshi and Amiboshi, eager to see what they thought of his suggestion, "I'm thinking casserole... I'm thinking vegetables and... and how about that scrumptious sauce I made last time?"
"Uh... I can't just stand there and let you say that. There's no way I'd ever let anyone hurt my friends."
"Yawn."
"Shut up!"
Ashitare rolled his yellow eyes.
"If you're not going to talk, then come on and fight me!" The way Ashitare was acting now made him seem a lot less brutal than he had earlier, although there was no denying that he must been at least twice Nuriko's size, and those claws looked deadly. He thought that he, Chiriko, and Mitsukake could definitely fend him off together.
Ashitare growled, glaring at him, as if the challenge to fight had lowered his mentality back to subhuman.
"Come on!" Nuriko struck a battle stance.
Ashitare, however, did not come. The three Seiryuu seishi just stood there.
"Come on, then!"
They continued to stand there, motionless. Suddenly, Suboshi leapt forward, slinging what appeared to be spinning balls on the end of a long rope at Nuriko, giggling profusely. Ashitare took that as the signal for him to strike. Nuriko was on the ground before he knew what hit him. He squinted, seeing Ashitare on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Nuriko tried to swing at him, but the beast was too quick. Nuriko leapt off of the ground, rather alarmed to see Suboshi charge at him. He was even more alarmed when the yo-yo-esque weapons ripped straight through his flesh. Ashitare was coming at him again, and the yo-yo's were rounding back on him from behind.
"Amiboshi! Help us get him!" Suboshi called, charging Nuriko with his ryuuseisui.
Amiboshi still stood there, motionless.
"Scramble his brains, aniki!" The ryuuseisui skinned Nuriko's side again right before Ashitare struck him in the face. Nuriko blindly, vainly tried to grab Ashitare.
Amiboshi hesitated before pulling his flute out of his pocket, staring as Nuriko clutched a freely bleeding wound on his side as he tried to fight back against his two assailants. "I'm sorry, Nuriko-san..."
------------------------- er... I'm not exactly sure why I had Suboshi take out Mitsukake... lmao. It just kinda happened. :D erm. Yeah. Poor Nuriko. Why do I always end up being mean to my favourite characters?
So they found themselves, standing outside the cold inn, squinting the cold wind out of their eyes. The atmosphere within the group was suddenly tense, as if the reality of the situation had only now set in. The outcome of this afternoon would alter the fate of a country. Nuriko stared hard at his hands. Tasuki was gazing at Nuriko in awe. Tamahome and Miaka stood staring wistfully into each other's eyes. Chichiri was distrustfully eyeing Amiboshi, who was playing his flute. Mitsukake stared with rapt attention at his feet. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming behind him. He slowly turned his neck. Too slowly. Someone had grabbed him from behind and was dragging him off into some dark alley. Mitsukake tried to fight back, but the assailant had him in an iron death grip that only the great Jaws of Life could break. He tried to scream, but his captor gagged him before he could make a single sound. He found himself being shoved onto the ground in an abandoned alley. He looked upon the face of his kidnapper. It was... Chiriko! How could he? He was his ally! His trusted comrade! His Agh! He'd been punched in the stomach. He was forced onto the ground, being ruthlessly kicked by the vicious youth. Chiriko lifted him up by the hair, throwing his head onto the cobblestone street with great force. Slowly, everything went black for Mitsukake. Suboshi took a bit of rope out of his back pocket, tightly binding the boring seishi's hands and feet and redoing the gag in his mouth. Slinging the unconscious seishi over his shoulder, Suboshi leaped off toward the river. This one was going to be swimming with the fishies soon.
The six of them stood like this for quite a while, unaware of the disappearance of Mitsukake, before Nuriko's voice came weakly, "Well... I guess we need to get going. Are you guys staying here?"
Chichiri nodded.
"Well I guess we'd better go... I'd hate to be caught out here after dark," Tamahome sighed, still holding onto Miaka.
"I'll walk with you to the border of the city!" Miaka suggested.
Chichiri shrugged, "I don't see why not no da. Why don't we all go no da?" he glanced at Amiboshi. "Um... Where is Mitsukake-san no da?"
"I'm right here!" Suboshi came running briskly from the direction of the docks.
The seishi twitched.
"Suboshi!!" Amiboshi leapt into his long lost brother's arms.
"Um. No. I'm Mitsukake. Your fellow Suzaku seishi. Mitsukake."
Amiboshi jumped out of his arms, a look of mingled shock and overpowering sorrow on his face.
"Oh. Weird. I always thought you kinda sucked," Tamahome looked him up and down.
"Yeah! You suddenly got a lot cooler," Tasuki commented, patting him on the shoulder.
"I never noticed how much you two look alike!" Nuriko glanced from Amiboshi to Suboshi. "I guess I never really looked at you before. You were always... so boring."
"Yup. And here I am. Mitsukake."
Amiboshi stood off to the side, looking hurt.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Tasuki cheered, as they all started walking.
The walk down the winding streets was pleasant, although cold. Nuriko clutched Tasuki's arm tighter as the wind picked up and blew snow into their faces. Tamahome and Miaka had paired off, as usual, and were making sickening cooing noises at each other. Chichiri was staring at Suboshi and Amiboshi with mistrust.
"Pst." Suboshi whispered, striding alongside Amiboshi.
Amiboshi looked at him pathetically. "I'm sorry about earlier... It's just... I've really been missing my brother lately... and I never noticed how much you looked like him before," he sighed. "So you HAVE missed me!" Suboshi embraced Amiboshi tearfully. "Um... Mitsukake-san. You're being weird." Suboshi just clung more tightly to his ever-so-slightly older brother. "This is making me uncomfortable, Mitsukake-san. This is awkward," he protested. "Amiboshi," Suboshi whispered, "It's me, Suboshi! I'm only pretending to be Mitsukake!" Amiboshi's face lit up. "Yay!!!" He hugged his brother as tightly as he could. Meanwhile, all was silent between Nuriko and Tasuki. That was why they had been the only ones to notice that what appeared to be a large werewolf was leaping towards Miaka and Tamahome.
"Miaka!!" Nuriko screamed, leaping and shoving her out of the way, allowing himself to be hit by the large creature's razor sharp talons of doom in her place.
Miaka at first was puzzled as to why Nuriko had pushed her over and sent her rolling through the cold snow. She was about to protest when she saw the beast. Her mouth hung open. Finally she managed a scream, hers mingling with those of the surrounding townsfolk, who were eagerly running around trying to get out. Some of them ran over to see what the commotion was, but quickly ran away as the werewolf... thing chased after them.
Nuriko lay there for a moment face down in the snow. All the feeling in his body seemed to be congregated around his freely bleeding arm, leaving the rest of his body feeling numb, discarded. A scream from Miaka brought him staggering to his dainty feet, swaying slightly for a second as pain wracked his body. He ran over to join the pack of Suzaku seishi that were now surrounding their miko, prepared to fight to the death.
Miaka screamed again, pointing wildly "HHAAAAANDDDDDDDdddddd!!!!!!!!!11111" The monstrous creature was now viciously eating what appeared to be a bloody human hand. The air was filled with screams.
"Suzaku no Miko..." it growled.
"It's a Seiryuu seishi no da!" Chichiri exclaimed, his hands grabbing his prayer beads as he murmured an incantation.
"Ashitare! It's been a while! Sup my man?" Amiboshi started towards his long lost fellow seishi, but stopped himself at the disbelieving looks on the Suzaku seishi's faces. "Er... I mean... Vile beast! I shall smite you with the wrath of Suzaku!!!"
The Seiryuu seishi ran at them with great strides, giving Amiboshi a high five as it ran past, its mouth wide open, exposing sharp, pointed teeth. The group surrounding Miaka panicked. Tamahome grabbed Miaka and leapt towards the ground, trying to get her out of the way.
"Tasuki! Your fan!!" Nuriko screamed. Tasuki failed to do anything, so Nuriko snatched the fan out of the bandit's hand, waving out a huge cloud of flame at the wolf, screeching, "Lekka Shinen!!"
The monstrous Seiryuu seishi let out an animal-like cry before leaping on top of the closest building, jumping along rooftops until he was out of sight, clutching his clawed hand to his burnt face. Amiboshi and Suboshi snuck off behind him.
Nuriko dropped the heavy metal fan to the ground as Miaka's squeal came calling through the cold air, "Wow, Nuriko! You messed him up good!!!11" "Hell yeah," Tasuki joined in, "And considering you saved all our asses, I'll let it slide that you touched my fan."
Nuriko laughed, despite the fact that his arm was now hurting worse than ever.
Chichiri looked around worriedly, "The Seiryuu seishi are here no da... We have to get the shinzaho as quickly as possible no da! What if they're after it too no da? Come on Miaka, Mitsukake..." he stopped pulling off his mask, "Where is Chiriko no da?" "He was here a minute ago..." Tamahome furrowed his brow, "Maybe he figured he might as well not, since he wasn't going to get the shinzaho?"
Worry filled Nuriko's eyes. "Chichiri..."
Chichiri sighed, shaking his head, "I guess I was right about him no da."
"He likes the brothers!!!!" Miaka squealed happily.
"I always figured he was the fake seishi no da..."
"Fake seishi? There's a fake mountain??//" Miaka had obviously forgotten about Taiitsukun's announcement that one of them wasn't a Suzaku seishi.
"It only makes sense that he would disappear just in time to give his fellow seishi notice of where we were no da." Chichiri clenched his fist. "Oh well no da. We just have to get the shinzaho that much faster no da. Can you three manage it no da?"
Tasuki, Tamahome, and Nuriko nodded.
"Alright then, no da. Come on Miaka, Mitsukake. Mitsukake?" Chichiri looked around. Mitsukake was nowhere to be found either. Oh well, he figured. He had been weird all day. Maybe he was sick or something and had just gone back to the inn.
Tamahome was gazing after their retreating figures. Tasuki took this time to give Nuriko a big hug. How special.
"Ow!" Nuriko jerked back.
"What's wrong?"
"Well... it's just... that thing back there got my arm pretty bad when I got Miaka out of the way," he pulled at the rip in his sleeve, examining the wound.
Tasuki leaned in to see, "SHIT! Get that Mitsufuki guy over here! Hey! Hey!" he ran after the others, catching up to them rather quickly. Nuriko couldn't hear what they were saying from where he was. Tasuki pointed to Nuriko, saying something to Chichiri. Nuriko laughed as he heard Miaka gasp loudly. Suddenly, Tasuki turned around, looking put off.
"Mitsukake went back to the inn or something. Sorry. I'll bandage it for you."
The journey up the mountain was cold and tiring. About halfway up, they decided to split up. Tasuki and Tamahome went off either direction, leaving Nuriko to the path going straight up. He sighed, surveying the steep path ahead of him before continuing through the deepening snow.
Nuriko had never been so cold in his entire life. He frowned. His whole body was shaking, his feet hurt, and his fingers didn't seem to want to move, but he had to keep going. All for his miko. He smiled, thinking that although Miaka wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box at times, that she had her good points too. He even went so far as to think to himself that he was glad to nearly freeze to death for her. In a lot of ways, he thought, she was like Kourin... only several dozen IQ points lower. Or he felt the same way for both of them at least. He certainly knew he would have climbed up any giant icicle for Kourin, just as he now was for Miaka.
He let his thoughts wander freely as he continued the lonely, upward climb. He stopped for a second. He had been thinking of Kourin... and none of the things that had accompanied these thoughts before came. There was no part of him crying out in protest that he had no sister. Not even a part telling him that he was his sister. He was just a young man thinking fondly of his little sister. He smiled, continuing on his way.
Finally, he saw a break in the bare white mountainside. "Looks like I was the right one to come here after all..." he murmured to himself, taking notice of a set of huge, heavy looking doors with an even bigger, heavier looking boulder sitting directly in front of them, preventing them from opening. Surely, he thought, the shinzaho was in there. "Alright," he smiled, "I'll just move this here and..." his attention was taken from surveying the large rock by a sudden feeling that someone was watching him. He turned, seeing the same Seiryuu seishi from before, only this time he looked very badly burned and was accompanied by Amiboshi and Suboshi. "Chiriko! Mitsukake! What are you doing with.. that thing?!" Nuriko shouted.
"I have a name you know," the beast said in an indignant tone, standing before Nuriko sharpening his claws on a rather large emery board. "Oh right! You wouldn't care what my name is. The great and wonderful Suzaku seishi don't care about names. They just throw some fire at you and expect you to just nance on back home."
Nuriko blinked, having expected something less... human sounding to be said by such a beast. He looked at Amiboshi and Suboshi confusedly, expecting them to give some kind of explanation as to why they were with this monster. Amiboshi just kind of shrugged, giving Nuriko a look as if to tell him that he didn't quite get Ashitare either.
"Well my name is Ashitare, since you aren't polite enough to ask, you poncy tosser. And I'm going to have to kill you and eat you and then find the rest of your little friends and eat them too. Yum yum. Especially the Suzaku no miko," he said in a breezy, offhand kind of voice as he blew the shavings off his claws. "I was thinking maybe I'd broil you and then whip up a delightful sort of an herb marinade... perhaps on a bed of..." he looked to Suboshi and Amiboshi, eager to see what they thought of his suggestion, "I'm thinking casserole... I'm thinking vegetables and... and how about that scrumptious sauce I made last time?"
"Uh... I can't just stand there and let you say that. There's no way I'd ever let anyone hurt my friends."
"Yawn."
"Shut up!"
Ashitare rolled his yellow eyes.
"If you're not going to talk, then come on and fight me!" The way Ashitare was acting now made him seem a lot less brutal than he had earlier, although there was no denying that he must been at least twice Nuriko's size, and those claws looked deadly. He thought that he, Chiriko, and Mitsukake could definitely fend him off together.
Ashitare growled, glaring at him, as if the challenge to fight had lowered his mentality back to subhuman.
"Come on!" Nuriko struck a battle stance.
Ashitare, however, did not come. The three Seiryuu seishi just stood there.
"Come on, then!"
They continued to stand there, motionless. Suddenly, Suboshi leapt forward, slinging what appeared to be spinning balls on the end of a long rope at Nuriko, giggling profusely. Ashitare took that as the signal for him to strike. Nuriko was on the ground before he knew what hit him. He squinted, seeing Ashitare on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Nuriko tried to swing at him, but the beast was too quick. Nuriko leapt off of the ground, rather alarmed to see Suboshi charge at him. He was even more alarmed when the yo-yo-esque weapons ripped straight through his flesh. Ashitare was coming at him again, and the yo-yo's were rounding back on him from behind.
"Amiboshi! Help us get him!" Suboshi called, charging Nuriko with his ryuuseisui.
Amiboshi still stood there, motionless.
"Scramble his brains, aniki!" The ryuuseisui skinned Nuriko's side again right before Ashitare struck him in the face. Nuriko blindly, vainly tried to grab Ashitare.
Amiboshi hesitated before pulling his flute out of his pocket, staring as Nuriko clutched a freely bleeding wound on his side as he tried to fight back against his two assailants. "I'm sorry, Nuriko-san..."
------------------------- er... I'm not exactly sure why I had Suboshi take out Mitsukake... lmao. It just kinda happened. :D erm. Yeah. Poor Nuriko. Why do I always end up being mean to my favourite characters?
