Breakfast was over. The maids were clearing the table, and the warriors were relaxing. Chichiri stood up.
"Come on no da," he said, grabbing Tasuki's coat and dragging him away from the table, "We're going fishing for tuna no da."
"No!! I don' wanna go fishing!! Nuriko, save me!!" he cried, trying to get away. Nuriko shook his head.
"Sorry. If you like tuna, you're going to catch yourself some tuna," he said. They could hear his cries as Chichiri dragged him off to the palace lake. Hotohori sighed.
"Hopless," he muttered, "To Tasuki, hopeless is an understatement." Chiriko giggled. Nuriko sighed. From somewhere outside he could hear Miaka and Tamahome returning from their journey.
"Welcome back no da!!" said Chichiri.
"MIAKA!! Thank th' gods!! You gotta get me away from this fishing freak. He's tryin t' get me t' fish with him!!" whimpered Tasuki.
"Oh really?" Nuriko could hear Miaka say, "I think it'll be good for you!"
"NOOOOO!" yelled Tasuki. The palace did feel like home now. It was their life. No one cared if the other had a bad past, or a boring one. They were all like brothers now. And somehow, Nuriko thought, they would make happier memories here than they ever could have on their own....