Title: Insight into Reincarnation.
Author: ChibiSamiSala
Rating: PG-13 for Gen-chan's mouth
Disclaimer: Oh I own FY! I also own Sony. Everything made from that company are actually killer machines just waiting for me to call upon them when I spread my rain of terror on the world. Mwhahahahahahhahahah~
Author's Note: **teary eyes** everyone has been attacking me over the request for reviews. **sniffle** I am really sorry if you took it as taking my story hostage. I update when I finish my chapters, at that time only. My fellow author told me that requesting reviews is the thing to do. I never had any complaints before now. **bursts into tears** sorryyyy~~ ;+;
Chapter 3. Tripping over time~
"Nurikoo! You don't know how much I've missed you! **hic**" The tears and her face's muffled position in my shirt made it hard for me to understand her, so I just pat her lightly on the back.
What the hell is going on?
"Who the fuck are you pointing at ya bastard? Why the hell are ya gaping?" Genrou growled, standing in front of the shocked Kaen protectively, who looked like she was trying to clear something from her vision.
"Tasuki? Don't you remember me its Tamahome!" The man who I thought had been Taka stated excitedly, reaching out to shake his hand only to have Gen-chan push it away and look him over warily. The poor man looked shocked and his face set in a grim line. "You don't remember do you…." His blue eyes then traveled to where Miaka was still latched on to my waist, sitting in-between my legs. Now that I think about it, damn that must have looked bad. "Miaka, stop making a scene. We should go somewhere less public you know? And Hotohori-"
Wait a minute right there? Hotohori?
"Who?" I blurted, interrupting him rudely. By this time, everyone in the café was sitting on the edge of their seats, watching what was going on with wide eyes, as if we were actors in a soap opera.
"You lucky devil you! Your still alive?"
"Nuriko! We've finally got all of them!"
"Nuriko?"
"No,Nuriko don't close your eyes! NURIKO!"
I blinked with a gasp, the visions fading immediately from my eyes. Miaka hiccupped again in my shirt, shaking her head and just holding me tighter. I looked up at Taka and before I even knew what I was doing I begain to speak. "Suzaku seishisenshi Tamahome…."
Miaka froze mid sob, her hands tightening on the back of my shirt before she sat upwards and stared into my eyes. Kaen and Genrou both froze in their spots and for a few moments everything froze.
"Someone smack the T.V. the pictures not moving!" Some old senile man shouted in a rickety voice. That brought us all back with a moan of disgust.
"Ryuuen. We should go somewhere more private." Taka stated, lifting Miaka gently to her feet. I nodded, standing up and grabbing my stuff from the table.
"Hey, yo! Wait wait wait!! You are not fucking going anywhere with out me!" Genrou growled, grabbing my arm and nearly toppling me over.
"G-genrou?!" I gasped, hopping on one foot to balance myself. " I gasped, hopping on one foot to balance myself. "you can come, just LET GO!" With a snort, he let go of my limb and turned to Kaen who was hurriedly packing her stuff.
"You coming?"
"What the hell do you think I am? A coward?" She responded, throwing the broken satchel over her shoulder and following us out.
^_______^.
"So you are the Suzaku no miko?" I asked blinking at Miaka. She shoved another of the chocolate chip cookies into her mouth and then nodded, setting the plate down on the couch next to her. I then turned to Taka, "And you and I were protectors of her, along with seven other warriors who all had special powers." Taka nodded, glancing over to where Genrou and Kaen was sitting in the kitchen, talking in low voices. "And Genrou was one of them? Genrou? The guy who cant keep his shirt clean for a minute was a great guy like that?"
"As strange as it sounds, yes." Taka laughed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Well… have you found anyone else other then us?" I wondered out loud, unable to keep my curiosity in check. Taka choked on his laugh and Miaka shifted in her seat.
"Well yes, but he's out looking for someone right now." The brunette stated, twisting the napkin in her hands.
"Really? There is another? Good, maybe he can break it to Genrou. He'd just laugh at me. Which one is he? Who is he looking for?" I asked eagerly, leaning forward in my seat.
There's another one! Wich one? I cant remember any of them. Just the girl with the long brown hair! Miaka of course!
"Miaka? When did you cut your hair, I remember it being longer right?"
"No. I haven't cut my hair Nuriko. I've had it this length since I was in the book." She stated flatly, looking nervous.
"So then it wasn't you? Was there any girl senshi? With long brown hair and chocolate eyes?" For some reason my heart fluttered as I said this, the blurry image of said person appearing in my mind. Miaka's jaw dropped and she immeadiatly reached over and grabbed Taka's hand.
"Auuuhhhh…..yes no and sorta…"
"So it wasn't you, there wasn't any girl senshi, and what?"
"There was someone with long brown hair and chocolate eyes. But it was a he. Hotohori…"
Hotohori…Heika? What?
Ahh! So confused! What does she mean.
She means the girl you were swooning over Is a guy.
I KNOW THAT!!!
T.T really…
Shaddap already, talking to yourself isn't a good thing.
So why are you still doing it?
O.o!!!!
"Ryuuen? Are you alright?" Miaka asked, leaning closer to me. I shook my head quickly to clear it before smiling at her.
"Yes! I'm fine! So when can I meat this guy, the other senshi. Which one is he?"
"… I don't know."
"…Yeah right Miaka. Tell me! Who!"
"Gandhi. "
"Gandhi was a senshi? Yeah right!"
"I'm not gonna tell you! It's going to be a surprise!"
"Miaka!!"
"NO!"
"Please!"
"Uh uh!"
"Taka!!!"
"Yo! Don't drag me into this Nuriko!"
"But!" I wined only to be cut off when there was a loud slam from out in the hallway. There was a bit of loud cursing before the handle of the door was turned. Miaka eeped and shoved me behind the couch. "Miaka! What are you doing?"
"Shh!!" She hissed before turning calmly to the door. I flattened myself to the floor and just listened. From the kitchen Genrou and Kaen had stopped talking hiding themselves as Taka ran to them and motioned them out of sight. The door opened and I heard heavy, tired steps as the person entered the apartment.
"Welcome back Saihitei. How are you feeling?" Miaka asked casually, as the man sat down heavily on the couch I was hiding behind. There was a squeak as I could only thing was him leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands.
"Fine. Don't worry about it Miaka. I apologize for my language out there. I'm just…. just tired." Replied a soft voice, deep and creamy and my heartbeat sped up. "I couldn't find him, anywhere. I know that that e-mail was from here. Why cant I find him then?"
Uhhh…maybe because you cant see through couches? I tried to suppress my laughter from that thought. How do I even know it was me he's talking about? Taka stood up and walked over to where I was lying on the ground and sorta nudged my with the tip of his shoe. I glanced upwards, and saw him motion for me to stand up and get behind him. So I did, duh. Carefully he walked with me hidden behind him around to face the couch the mystery man was sitting on.
"Saihitei, you know, just because you didn't find anything, doesn't mean WE didn't get any clues. " Taka said mysteriously.
Ummm…Taka! What do you plan to do, I don't think I am ready to meet this guy yet…Taka?
Before I could do anything, the man formerly known as Tamahome darted away with more speed then I thought he had, leaving me alone in front of the new man. He his gorgeous hair was tied up in a loose ponytail that was flipped over onto his left shoulder, slightly messy as if he'd been running non-stop for a long time. His face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes that told of weeks of sleepless nights. Those eyes were wide at the sight of me and for a second I thought he was going to have a heart attack. "N-n-Nuriko?!" He gasped, standing up swiftly, one of his hands over his trench coat clad chest.
Oh Crap. Genrou?!
I backed off slightly, smiling at him sheepishly as he took one step forward. Before I knew it, He had swept his arms around me, crushing me against his firm body like a metal vice. I blinked, incapable of doing anything else in Saihitei's hold other then breath, which I was having problems with anyway. My heart skipped a beat as he buried his face into my hair, his lips just brushing against my ear. A choked sob escaped him and he began to rock me back and forth, mumbling something over and over again.
"Eeehh?!" Was the only thing I could say, which was muffled in Saihitei's jacket. I finally caught what he was saying, 'I'm sorry, so very sorry…Nuriko…' and it only served to confuse me before. "Ho-Hotohori?!" I gasped, blinking widely.
"What? Do you remember?" He snapped back, holding me at arms length and looked over at Miaka when asking the question. She nodded slightly and he locked his Carmel eyes on mine again. "I'm so sorry Nuriko…. I didn't mean to…. not say goodbye…" He stroked his thumb over my cheek lightly, biting his lip.
What am I suppose to say? I don't really remember much! I-
Suddenly, as if his touch broke the wall to a huge dam, memories came flooding back. Of Tamahome eating a plate, Miaka slapping me soaking wet, Making Genrou into a wall angel, and Hotohori…. Hotohori smiling, Hotohori crying, Hotohori with Miaka, with me, with everyone. My love for him.
Holy crap, I'm gay!
You think you'd know that after having to play a girl in every play you've ever been in…
It was an all boys school
"Yo! What the fuck do you think you are doing to my best friend!! " Genrou growled, looming over Saihitei menacingly. He just turned around slightly, so that he could see who was threatening him. The sight of Genrou must have been too much for his sleep barren mind because he just gave the angry redhead a soft smile and collapsed right were he stood.
"AHH! Sai-kun!"
"Heika-sama!"
"Oh shit!"
"Ryuuen!"
"S-Saihitei!" All of us resounded as the large man crumpled on top of me, making me stumble backwards and land on the couch. Kaen dashed up to us and tried to help me pry Saihitei's unconscious form off of me and set him down on the couch carefully. All we succeeded to do is drag his legs over, leaving his head and shoulders in my lap. Blushing deeply, I wasn't able to move him at all; Kaen had hefted his body over by herself. "Its ok Kaen, " I sighed, "Leave him there. It's getting late anyway…"
Eheeeheeeheee~ Hotohori-sama's sleeping in MY lap!!
Whoa! Where did that come from?
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I growled in my mind, stretching out as far as I could with my hands over my head and blinked blearily at the room I was in. For a second I forgot where I was before it dawned on me. Saihitei, a.k.a Hotohori, a.k.a former emperor of Konan, was asleep, in my lap. I looked down, about to say something and my smile died.
Ok…Saihitei WAS sleeping on my lap……………
WHERE DID HE GO?!
In a bit of a panic I sat up and stumbled to my feet, my sight still blurry and almost tripped over the blanket someone had set over me sometime last night. Barely realizing I should thank that person I tore the death trap from my legs and tottered into the kitchen where a small amount of white smoke was wafting. "Muhhnennnmm??" I questioned inarticulately, squinting my eyes through my messy purple bangs at the person who was cooking over the oven.
"Good morning Nuriko, or should I say, Ryuuen." That soft creamy voice that I remembered from my past woke me up completely, the fuzzy figures in my sleep-blurred vision snapped to attention.
"Ehh? H-ho-Saihitei!!" I bowed quickly to him, blushing deeply. "Are you alright? You collapsed last night."
"I'm sorry about that Ryuuen, I just…. hadn't slept in three days, and I wasn't eating up to bar." He admitted sheepishly, running his hands through his messy hair. God, he's the only one who I know who cannot sleep or eat for three days, and sleep on a couch and still look beautiful. His face had more color to it, and the rings had started to recede.
"Ehh.. Sorry, we should have moved you to a bed so that you could sleep better." I started to ramble only to have him come up and set his hand over my mouth with a smile.
"I slept better last night then I have in a long time. " He said softly, drawing his fingers over my lips before turning around and leaning over the oven again. By this time I was neon red, and I placed my hands on both sides of my face, as if that would cool it down. Looking up from the ground that I was inspecting (The tile I was staring at had three cracks on the left side) I watched Saihitei cook.
I have a feeling things are going to get so much better.
Before I could finish that thought, a strong arm came out and wrapped itself around my neck.
^___^.
That's the third chapter. Thanks.
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