Polaris crosses her arms over her chest defensively while Nuriko takes the
offense, jumping up into a fighting stance. "What the hell are you doing?"
he demands. Tasuki gets up and brushes himself off. "Look'n for ya.
Hotohori-sama gave us a message for ya." Nuriko frowns. "Well, what is it?"
Tamahome, putting on his stupidest face, laughs. "Keep Polaris intact until
we find out her connection to the priestess."
Polaris' jaw drops in a mix of shock, anger, and horror. Nuriko stops, totally blank in expression then his temper gets the better of him. "What would make you think I'd do such a thing!?!" Chichiri shrugs. "Well, you are a guy, no da." Nuriko, unable to think of an excuse, scratches his head, deep in thought.
Tamahome laughs again. "That's what I thought." Nuriko snaps out of his daze and throws Tamahome out of the door. The other present seishi quickly follow suite. The door is soon on its hinges again. Polaris slides off the bed and onto her feet. Nuriko's back is to her. "Nuriko?" He turns around, wraps her in his arms and squeezes her. Polaris' face turns many shades of violet and then blue. He finally lets go of her and sweatdrops as she chokes and gasps for air. Still gasping, she tries to smile to show him she's fine.
"Polaris." Polaris tilts her head a little as she watches him. He draws her close once more, but more gently. He strokes her short tresses as she rests her head on his shoulder reflexively. He lowers his head and kisses her neck. Chills shoot down her spine. "Nu.riko." She murmurs. His other hand slips down to her lower back. Polaris can feel herself blushing intensely, but does nothing to interfere.
Tasuki swings his tessen. "I can't believe it. Nuriko n' Polaris.Holy Suzaku!" Chichiri scratches his head. "This is really quite interesting. Nuriko's not acting like a woman, no da. He is protecting her, like Tamahome strives to protect Miaka. I wonder if there's some sort of connection. Maybe we should see Taiitsukun, no da." Tasuki cringes. "Not that old hag!" Tamahome and Miaka cringe too. "I'll have to see Hotohori- sama about it, no da." He slips into his kasa and is off.
"Chichiri, that would be a great idea." Hotohori praises. "Unfortunately, I can not go with you." He lies, not wanting to see that ugly old woman again. Chichiri nods. "Yes, your highness. I understand you're busy with political affairs, no da." He bows. "I shall take everybody there tomorrow, no da."
** Wow.this is, like, my longest story yet! I'm so proud of myself! I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter up.I'm so excited about my next story that I forgot how I thought the rest of this one should go.lol.
Polaris' jaw drops in a mix of shock, anger, and horror. Nuriko stops, totally blank in expression then his temper gets the better of him. "What would make you think I'd do such a thing!?!" Chichiri shrugs. "Well, you are a guy, no da." Nuriko, unable to think of an excuse, scratches his head, deep in thought.
Tamahome laughs again. "That's what I thought." Nuriko snaps out of his daze and throws Tamahome out of the door. The other present seishi quickly follow suite. The door is soon on its hinges again. Polaris slides off the bed and onto her feet. Nuriko's back is to her. "Nuriko?" He turns around, wraps her in his arms and squeezes her. Polaris' face turns many shades of violet and then blue. He finally lets go of her and sweatdrops as she chokes and gasps for air. Still gasping, she tries to smile to show him she's fine.
"Polaris." Polaris tilts her head a little as she watches him. He draws her close once more, but more gently. He strokes her short tresses as she rests her head on his shoulder reflexively. He lowers his head and kisses her neck. Chills shoot down her spine. "Nu.riko." She murmurs. His other hand slips down to her lower back. Polaris can feel herself blushing intensely, but does nothing to interfere.
Tasuki swings his tessen. "I can't believe it. Nuriko n' Polaris.Holy Suzaku!" Chichiri scratches his head. "This is really quite interesting. Nuriko's not acting like a woman, no da. He is protecting her, like Tamahome strives to protect Miaka. I wonder if there's some sort of connection. Maybe we should see Taiitsukun, no da." Tasuki cringes. "Not that old hag!" Tamahome and Miaka cringe too. "I'll have to see Hotohori- sama about it, no da." He slips into his kasa and is off.
"Chichiri, that would be a great idea." Hotohori praises. "Unfortunately, I can not go with you." He lies, not wanting to see that ugly old woman again. Chichiri nods. "Yes, your highness. I understand you're busy with political affairs, no da." He bows. "I shall take everybody there tomorrow, no da."
** Wow.this is, like, my longest story yet! I'm so proud of myself! I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter up.I'm so excited about my next story that I forgot how I thought the rest of this one should go.lol.