Messing With Washuu's Inventions Has Advantages
Disclaimer: The day I own Tenchi Muyo! or Fushigi Yuugi, Hell will freeze over, I will be a millionaire, and the world would be controlled by little Nyan-nyans.
Tsumi: *blinks, rubs eyes and looks at screen in disbelief* Oh MY GOD! I HAVE FIVE REVIEWS!!!!!!! I've waited for this day for so long *sniffs* Thank you so much SessyRyo, Goddess Bijou, Boorei, and XellossShoujo! This chapter is dedicated to my faithful (and only!) reviewers!
Oh, and sorry it took so damn long to update. I was trying (note: TRYING) to make the chapters longer and I got stuck on a part! Oh and to answer your question XellossShoujo about a pairing with Kiyone . . . I honestly don't know! I was thinking about it . . . why don't you people reading tell me if I should or not in a review!
Chapter Three: Finding 'Chiriko'
"Damnit, woman, it's not fair!"
Ryoko smiled at Tasuki's enraged expression as she landed softly on the ground a few meters ahead of the bandit. It was another race she challenged Tasuki to, and again, she won, due in large part of being able to teleport to different locations and to fly.
Everyone had to admit, it had given them all a shock to see Ryoko fly the first time. Tasuki, in particular, had been so surprised that he had choked on whatever he was eating, and had to be 'pat on the back' by Nuriko. (Slammed into the ground was more like it) However, it was now a common site to see Ryoko hovering above the group or racing Tasuki to different points along the trail to see who had the advantage, Ryoko's flying abilities or Tasuki's inhuman speed.
"What's not fair about it, Tasuki? You never said that I couldn't fly when we raced!" She said innocently, still keeping her smile on her face. Tasuki stopped right in front of her, panting slightly and glaring at the demon.
Ryoko couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun. It had been slightly over a week since she had fallen into this mysterious world (which Miaka called the 'Shi Jin Tenchi Sho), and in that short amount of time, she had learned a great deal about the Suzaku no Miko and the four Suzaku Seishi traveling with her.
First, and most importantly, was about the Seishi Nuriko. Ryoko had originally made the mistake of thinking that 'she' was female, but later found out that Nuriko was a cross-dresser. Ryoko, however, gave him credit that he was more womanly than others she had met . . . say Ayeka and Mihoshi.
Next was Hotohori, who was as vain as Nuriko was when it came to his looks. He was clearly obsessed with Miaka, almost to the point that one could mistake the two of them for lovers, if it wasn't for the melancholy look that entered his eyes when he talked to or about her.
Mitsukake remained somewhat of a mystery. He seemed to have a sadness around him, as if something horrible had happened recently to him. The other seishi seemed reluctant to talk about it, and all she managed to get was something about a woman named Shoka.
Tasuki, Ryoko found, was the one she had learnt most about, besides Miaka, that is. A mountain bandit from Mt. Reikaku who used an iron tessen to shoot flames at his opponents. Though he seemed tough and arrogant, he had a large fear of water, which, Ryoko decided, was going to prove useful in practical jokes. She, however, had to admit one thing: If their was a sea of sake (or any kind of liquor), both of them would gladly die drowning in a drunken haze.
Clearly, the most interesting was the Suzaku no Miko, Miaka, herself. She had the ability to eat almost as much as herself, which was quite impressive, for a human anyway. Even more impressive was her obsession with the Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome, who was currently in Kutou. Miaka also had the urge to say odd things out loud in the middle of the night, 'for the sake of exams in her world' as she put it. Ryoko was actually afraid that she was going to crack with so much studying. Her evidence of this was last night, when she said something about someone playing a flute. Ryoko smiled and shook her head. It was amazing how dedicated she was to passing the exams, like Tenchi was . . .
Tenchi. How she missed him. It was an odd thing though, when surrounded by the seishi and their miko, she easily forgot about him, and her worries of never returning to her world again. The only two other times she felt like this was either when she was in Ryo-Ohki, cruising in space, or in a drunken stupor.
She hummed to herself. /I wonder where the others ended up. I really hope they're alright . . ./ She blinked at that thought. /Well, I don't think I'd care if Miss Prissy-Princess was alright. I'd be jumping for joy if I never had to see her again./
"Everyone! Look, there's a village up ahead!"
At Nuriko's yell, Ryoko's train of thought ended. She stopped with everyone else on the hill-side, looking at the small quaint village.
"It's Tamahome's village!" Miaka exclaimed.
"Hey, it is, isn't it? It's been a while since we were here!" Nuriko said, grinning.
"Tamahome's village?" Hotohori asked.
"Yeah. This is where we found Chichiri." Miaka said. "We also met Tamahome's brothers and sisters and his sick father . . ." Miaka trailed off, looking at Mitsukake. "That reminds me! Mitsukake, come with me!" She grabbed the healer's arm and drug him down toward the village, the others in tow.
As they entered the village, they ran into a small boy that Miaka and Nuriko seemed to know: Sou Chuei. He was pleading with Miaka to help his father, and, soon enough, he was leading them to his small house. By the time Ryoko, Hotohori, Nuriko and Tasuki had gotten there, Mitsukake had already healed Tamahome's father, much to the relief of the four children and sent Chuei to go get some fish.
Ryoko raised an eyebrow at Hotohori, who was looking around the small house with wide eyes. "Th-this is Tamahome's home . . . wh-what miserable accommodations! We never knew people could be so wretchedly poor!" He closed his eyes. "We must help the destitute ruse above these deplorable conditions."
/Good luck!/ Ryoko thought. /Hotohori, there is a bunch of people who are poorer than yourself! There's no way in hell you could help them all . . . unless you were the leader, or emperor or something of this country!/
She watched as Gyokuran tugged at his clothing. He looked down and kneeled so he was level with her. "What is it?" He asked.
"Are you Tamahome's wife?" She asked. Ryoko snorted, trying to stifle her laughter.
"We are a man." Hotohori informed the child.
"But, you're so beautiful!" Gyokuran said.
Hotohori hugged her. "Her honesty belies her wretched poverty." He said. Both Ryoko and Tasuki had huge sweatdrops rolling down the sides of their heads at his words.
"He is really that obsessed with his looks?" She asked Tasuki in a whisper.
"Guess so." He replied just as quietly.
"Sir, I caught the fish." Chuei's voice sounded at the door. All eyes turned to see the young boy standing there, a basket full of fish and his hair tied back in a ponytail . . .
"Tamahome!" Miaka exclaimed, glomping the poor boy, sending them both falling to the ground.
"No! It's me, Chuei!" He exclaimed. Miaka blinked and sat up, looking at Chuei, who was extremely dazed at the moment.
Hotohori smiled. "With his hair tied back like that, he has a remarkable resemblance to his brother." He mused aloud.
They were invited to stay at the Sou household until tomorrow, when they would continue their search for Chiriko. Miaka, Ryoko and Nuriko were given a room, while Mitsukake, Tasuki and Hotohori had another room. Ryoko was getting settled in her bed when she heard Miaka ask, "Hey, are bats dangerous?"
"If they're rabid they are!" Ryoko laughed.
Nuriko threw a pillow at her, softly so it wouldn't hurt her. "Normal bats would never hurt humans." He assured Miaka. "Don't worry and go to bed." He pulled the covers up and rolled onto his side. Miaka shrugged and also climbed into bed.
It was about twenty minutes later when Ryoko heard it. Soft, wistful notes gently floating through the air, that could be mistaken for the wind, but it was too surreal to be anything of the sort.
/What the hell?/ Ryoko thought as she sat up, gold eyes shining in the dark. She looked over to Miaka's bed and noticed she was sitting up too. She looked at Ryoko. "Can you hear it, Ryoko?" Ryoko nodded and Miaka smiled. She quietly climbed out of bed and motioned for Ryoko to follow.
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Tsumi: God . . . *taptaptap* too much*tap tap tap* . . . can't*tap tap tap tap tap* finish . . . *passes out*
Tasuki: *reads reviews* Oi, Tsumi, you've got good reviews!
Tsumi: *perks up* Really?
Chichiri: Yep, no da!
Tsumi: *reads reviews* Yay, people actually like me! *thinks a moment* I have to do something for my first reviewers! *gets back to typing*
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As the two girls followed the sweet, enticing music, Ryoko couldn't help but notice the bats hanging overhead. They seemed to be glaring at the two girls as they passed. Ryoko laughed at herself. /Come on now Ryoko, you're losing it! Bats glaring at you? Ha!/ That was when the flute stopped playing and Hell broke loose.
Ryoko cursed out loud, calling her laser sword to her hand and swinging it around her, destroying some of the damned creatures, but not nearly enough as more soon took their place. /Damn it! I'm letting them get to me!/ She thought. She also thought about just creating a big enough blast to kill them all, but then Miaka would be caught in the blast too, and all hope of her ever going back home would be lost.
She vaguely heard Hotohori and Tasuki yelling; apparently, they had joined the fray as well. "Ryoko! Move!" Tasuki yelled. Ryoko didn't wait for a second request. She jumped upwards and willed herself to hover as Tasuki, iron tessen in hand, yelled out the infamous words. "Rekka Shien!" A wave of flames passed under Ryoko and over Miaka, burning bats in their wake.
Hotohori, using his sword against those that were left, finally reached Miaka's side. "Tasuki! Again!" He yelled, using his body to shield Miaka.
Tasuki drew the tessen back. "Rekka Shi-AH!" More bats attacked Tasuki and he was forced to try to defend himself. As he swung back his tessen to swat at the bats, he saw Ryoko a few feet above him, trying to defend herself from the bats as well . . . something about that scene made him particularly angry at the one controlling the bats; enough to kill the bastard if he ever found him.
That was when the flute started playing again.
Ryoko stopped swinging her laser sword as she noticed the bats flying away from her and crashing into trees. /What the?/ was the only thing she thought. She turned to where the sound of the flute was coming from, and saw the silhouette of a young boy coming towards them. As he stepped into a patch of moonlight, his features were made more clear: a young boy, obviously not much older than Miaka, with numerous bite wounds and such on his body. His fingers were traveling rapidly up and down the length of the wooden flute pressed to his lips, eyes shut in concentration. As the last of the bats smashed themselves into the trees, the melody changed slightly and a few moments later, a scream was heard above them, and a figure dropped to the ground.
The boy lowered the flute and looked at those who he just saved. Miaka spoke what was on both Ryoko's and her minds. "So, you were the one playing the flute!"
The boy smiled. "I used my chi to drive him insane." He said, making a motion to the man on the ground. "Don't worry, you are safe." With that, the boy collapsed.
"Hey! Are you alright?" Ryoko joined the others on the ground where the others had crowded around the young boy. Her eyes traveled over his body, looking over the seriousness of his wounds when her eyes fell on a red character . . .
"You . . . you're the seventh Suzaku Shichiseishi!" Miaka exclaimed.
The boy smiled. "My name is Chiriko . . . I'm fifteen years old . . . I lived in a village close to here until the Kutou army destroyed it."
"Well, no need to worry. You're safe now." Hotohori said.
"Let's take him back to Tamahome's place and get Mitsukake to fix him up." Tasuki said, helping Hotohori to hold him up.
Miaka looked at Ryoko, expecting a bright smile to be on her face, but was surprised to see that she was frowning ever so slightly. "Ryoko, are you alright?"
Ryoko blinked and looked at Miaka. Forcing a smile to her lips, she closed her eyes and said, "Yeah, I'm fine, Miaka." Miaka didn't look convinced but shrugged it off and went to join Hotohori. Ryoko again frowned as her eyes landed on Chiriko. /Why do I get the feeling this kid isn't what he seems to be?/ She shook her head and flew to catch up with the small group.
Kiyone crept through the Kutou palace silently. It had taken her five days, five freakin' days to get out of the damned prison cells where that blonde-haired shogun, who the guards called Nakago, had placed her after he knocked her out with a ki-blast. She had to laugh to herself; did he really think he could keep a Galaxy Police officer in there for long. She swore, when she saw this guy again, he had a date with the weapons on Yagami.
However, he wasn't what she was currently looking for. When she came to, she heard yells of pain and the crack of a whip. When she looked up, what she saw made her blood run cold.
Nagako was whipping a boy with dark teal-colored hair, and seemed to be getting enjoyment out of it. He had called the boy Tamahome after he had passed out, and told him that he only lives for 'Yui-sama's sake' . . . whoever the hell Yui was. Kiyone wanted to see if that boy, Tamahome, was still alive. And if the girl who yelled for Nakago to stop was this Yui Nakago talked about.
She saw a door opening and quickly hid behind one of the many blue pillars. She felt her eyebrows raise as the girl she assumed to be Yui run out of the room, closing the door and run down the hall. After she was sure she was gone, Kiyone quietly crept over to the door . . . and felt her eyes widen as she heard footsteps, signifying someone was coming around the corner.
Without thinking, she ran into the room, and closed the door behind her, pressing her back to the door and holding her breath as the guards passed by. She sighed in relief as the footsteps disappeared entirely.
"Who are you?"
Kiyone faced forward and found herself looking at the very person she was to 'visit'. /So much for being inconspicuous./ Kiyone thought with a sigh. She looked at Tamahome and smiled. "I came to see how you were doing."
Tamahome blinked. "Who are you?" He repeated.
"Kiyone Makibi." She introduced herself. "Who are you?"
"Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome." Tamahome said proudly. "What are you doing here?"
"Long story . . ."
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There you have it! Longer chapter! Did I do a good job?
Disclaimer: The day I own Tenchi Muyo! or Fushigi Yuugi, Hell will freeze over, I will be a millionaire, and the world would be controlled by little Nyan-nyans.
Tsumi: *blinks, rubs eyes and looks at screen in disbelief* Oh MY GOD! I HAVE FIVE REVIEWS!!!!!!! I've waited for this day for so long *sniffs* Thank you so much SessyRyo, Goddess Bijou, Boorei, and XellossShoujo! This chapter is dedicated to my faithful (and only!) reviewers!
Oh, and sorry it took so damn long to update. I was trying (note: TRYING) to make the chapters longer and I got stuck on a part! Oh and to answer your question XellossShoujo about a pairing with Kiyone . . . I honestly don't know! I was thinking about it . . . why don't you people reading tell me if I should or not in a review!
Chapter Three: Finding 'Chiriko'
"Damnit, woman, it's not fair!"
Ryoko smiled at Tasuki's enraged expression as she landed softly on the ground a few meters ahead of the bandit. It was another race she challenged Tasuki to, and again, she won, due in large part of being able to teleport to different locations and to fly.
Everyone had to admit, it had given them all a shock to see Ryoko fly the first time. Tasuki, in particular, had been so surprised that he had choked on whatever he was eating, and had to be 'pat on the back' by Nuriko. (Slammed into the ground was more like it) However, it was now a common site to see Ryoko hovering above the group or racing Tasuki to different points along the trail to see who had the advantage, Ryoko's flying abilities or Tasuki's inhuman speed.
"What's not fair about it, Tasuki? You never said that I couldn't fly when we raced!" She said innocently, still keeping her smile on her face. Tasuki stopped right in front of her, panting slightly and glaring at the demon.
Ryoko couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun. It had been slightly over a week since she had fallen into this mysterious world (which Miaka called the 'Shi Jin Tenchi Sho), and in that short amount of time, she had learned a great deal about the Suzaku no Miko and the four Suzaku Seishi traveling with her.
First, and most importantly, was about the Seishi Nuriko. Ryoko had originally made the mistake of thinking that 'she' was female, but later found out that Nuriko was a cross-dresser. Ryoko, however, gave him credit that he was more womanly than others she had met . . . say Ayeka and Mihoshi.
Next was Hotohori, who was as vain as Nuriko was when it came to his looks. He was clearly obsessed with Miaka, almost to the point that one could mistake the two of them for lovers, if it wasn't for the melancholy look that entered his eyes when he talked to or about her.
Mitsukake remained somewhat of a mystery. He seemed to have a sadness around him, as if something horrible had happened recently to him. The other seishi seemed reluctant to talk about it, and all she managed to get was something about a woman named Shoka.
Tasuki, Ryoko found, was the one she had learnt most about, besides Miaka, that is. A mountain bandit from Mt. Reikaku who used an iron tessen to shoot flames at his opponents. Though he seemed tough and arrogant, he had a large fear of water, which, Ryoko decided, was going to prove useful in practical jokes. She, however, had to admit one thing: If their was a sea of sake (or any kind of liquor), both of them would gladly die drowning in a drunken haze.
Clearly, the most interesting was the Suzaku no Miko, Miaka, herself. She had the ability to eat almost as much as herself, which was quite impressive, for a human anyway. Even more impressive was her obsession with the Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome, who was currently in Kutou. Miaka also had the urge to say odd things out loud in the middle of the night, 'for the sake of exams in her world' as she put it. Ryoko was actually afraid that she was going to crack with so much studying. Her evidence of this was last night, when she said something about someone playing a flute. Ryoko smiled and shook her head. It was amazing how dedicated she was to passing the exams, like Tenchi was . . .
Tenchi. How she missed him. It was an odd thing though, when surrounded by the seishi and their miko, she easily forgot about him, and her worries of never returning to her world again. The only two other times she felt like this was either when she was in Ryo-Ohki, cruising in space, or in a drunken stupor.
She hummed to herself. /I wonder where the others ended up. I really hope they're alright . . ./ She blinked at that thought. /Well, I don't think I'd care if Miss Prissy-Princess was alright. I'd be jumping for joy if I never had to see her again./
"Everyone! Look, there's a village up ahead!"
At Nuriko's yell, Ryoko's train of thought ended. She stopped with everyone else on the hill-side, looking at the small quaint village.
"It's Tamahome's village!" Miaka exclaimed.
"Hey, it is, isn't it? It's been a while since we were here!" Nuriko said, grinning.
"Tamahome's village?" Hotohori asked.
"Yeah. This is where we found Chichiri." Miaka said. "We also met Tamahome's brothers and sisters and his sick father . . ." Miaka trailed off, looking at Mitsukake. "That reminds me! Mitsukake, come with me!" She grabbed the healer's arm and drug him down toward the village, the others in tow.
As they entered the village, they ran into a small boy that Miaka and Nuriko seemed to know: Sou Chuei. He was pleading with Miaka to help his father, and, soon enough, he was leading them to his small house. By the time Ryoko, Hotohori, Nuriko and Tasuki had gotten there, Mitsukake had already healed Tamahome's father, much to the relief of the four children and sent Chuei to go get some fish.
Ryoko raised an eyebrow at Hotohori, who was looking around the small house with wide eyes. "Th-this is Tamahome's home . . . wh-what miserable accommodations! We never knew people could be so wretchedly poor!" He closed his eyes. "We must help the destitute ruse above these deplorable conditions."
/Good luck!/ Ryoko thought. /Hotohori, there is a bunch of people who are poorer than yourself! There's no way in hell you could help them all . . . unless you were the leader, or emperor or something of this country!/
She watched as Gyokuran tugged at his clothing. He looked down and kneeled so he was level with her. "What is it?" He asked.
"Are you Tamahome's wife?" She asked. Ryoko snorted, trying to stifle her laughter.
"We are a man." Hotohori informed the child.
"But, you're so beautiful!" Gyokuran said.
Hotohori hugged her. "Her honesty belies her wretched poverty." He said. Both Ryoko and Tasuki had huge sweatdrops rolling down the sides of their heads at his words.
"He is really that obsessed with his looks?" She asked Tasuki in a whisper.
"Guess so." He replied just as quietly.
"Sir, I caught the fish." Chuei's voice sounded at the door. All eyes turned to see the young boy standing there, a basket full of fish and his hair tied back in a ponytail . . .
"Tamahome!" Miaka exclaimed, glomping the poor boy, sending them both falling to the ground.
"No! It's me, Chuei!" He exclaimed. Miaka blinked and sat up, looking at Chuei, who was extremely dazed at the moment.
Hotohori smiled. "With his hair tied back like that, he has a remarkable resemblance to his brother." He mused aloud.
They were invited to stay at the Sou household until tomorrow, when they would continue their search for Chiriko. Miaka, Ryoko and Nuriko were given a room, while Mitsukake, Tasuki and Hotohori had another room. Ryoko was getting settled in her bed when she heard Miaka ask, "Hey, are bats dangerous?"
"If they're rabid they are!" Ryoko laughed.
Nuriko threw a pillow at her, softly so it wouldn't hurt her. "Normal bats would never hurt humans." He assured Miaka. "Don't worry and go to bed." He pulled the covers up and rolled onto his side. Miaka shrugged and also climbed into bed.
It was about twenty minutes later when Ryoko heard it. Soft, wistful notes gently floating through the air, that could be mistaken for the wind, but it was too surreal to be anything of the sort.
/What the hell?/ Ryoko thought as she sat up, gold eyes shining in the dark. She looked over to Miaka's bed and noticed she was sitting up too. She looked at Ryoko. "Can you hear it, Ryoko?" Ryoko nodded and Miaka smiled. She quietly climbed out of bed and motioned for Ryoko to follow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Short Interlude
Tsumi: God . . . *taptaptap* too much*tap tap tap* . . . can't*tap tap tap tap tap* finish . . . *passes out*
Tasuki: *reads reviews* Oi, Tsumi, you've got good reviews!
Tsumi: *perks up* Really?
Chichiri: Yep, no da!
Tsumi: *reads reviews* Yay, people actually like me! *thinks a moment* I have to do something for my first reviewers! *gets back to typing*
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As the two girls followed the sweet, enticing music, Ryoko couldn't help but notice the bats hanging overhead. They seemed to be glaring at the two girls as they passed. Ryoko laughed at herself. /Come on now Ryoko, you're losing it! Bats glaring at you? Ha!/ That was when the flute stopped playing and Hell broke loose.
Ryoko cursed out loud, calling her laser sword to her hand and swinging it around her, destroying some of the damned creatures, but not nearly enough as more soon took their place. /Damn it! I'm letting them get to me!/ She thought. She also thought about just creating a big enough blast to kill them all, but then Miaka would be caught in the blast too, and all hope of her ever going back home would be lost.
She vaguely heard Hotohori and Tasuki yelling; apparently, they had joined the fray as well. "Ryoko! Move!" Tasuki yelled. Ryoko didn't wait for a second request. She jumped upwards and willed herself to hover as Tasuki, iron tessen in hand, yelled out the infamous words. "Rekka Shien!" A wave of flames passed under Ryoko and over Miaka, burning bats in their wake.
Hotohori, using his sword against those that were left, finally reached Miaka's side. "Tasuki! Again!" He yelled, using his body to shield Miaka.
Tasuki drew the tessen back. "Rekka Shi-AH!" More bats attacked Tasuki and he was forced to try to defend himself. As he swung back his tessen to swat at the bats, he saw Ryoko a few feet above him, trying to defend herself from the bats as well . . . something about that scene made him particularly angry at the one controlling the bats; enough to kill the bastard if he ever found him.
That was when the flute started playing again.
Ryoko stopped swinging her laser sword as she noticed the bats flying away from her and crashing into trees. /What the?/ was the only thing she thought. She turned to where the sound of the flute was coming from, and saw the silhouette of a young boy coming towards them. As he stepped into a patch of moonlight, his features were made more clear: a young boy, obviously not much older than Miaka, with numerous bite wounds and such on his body. His fingers were traveling rapidly up and down the length of the wooden flute pressed to his lips, eyes shut in concentration. As the last of the bats smashed themselves into the trees, the melody changed slightly and a few moments later, a scream was heard above them, and a figure dropped to the ground.
The boy lowered the flute and looked at those who he just saved. Miaka spoke what was on both Ryoko's and her minds. "So, you were the one playing the flute!"
The boy smiled. "I used my chi to drive him insane." He said, making a motion to the man on the ground. "Don't worry, you are safe." With that, the boy collapsed.
"Hey! Are you alright?" Ryoko joined the others on the ground where the others had crowded around the young boy. Her eyes traveled over his body, looking over the seriousness of his wounds when her eyes fell on a red character . . .
"You . . . you're the seventh Suzaku Shichiseishi!" Miaka exclaimed.
The boy smiled. "My name is Chiriko . . . I'm fifteen years old . . . I lived in a village close to here until the Kutou army destroyed it."
"Well, no need to worry. You're safe now." Hotohori said.
"Let's take him back to Tamahome's place and get Mitsukake to fix him up." Tasuki said, helping Hotohori to hold him up.
Miaka looked at Ryoko, expecting a bright smile to be on her face, but was surprised to see that she was frowning ever so slightly. "Ryoko, are you alright?"
Ryoko blinked and looked at Miaka. Forcing a smile to her lips, she closed her eyes and said, "Yeah, I'm fine, Miaka." Miaka didn't look convinced but shrugged it off and went to join Hotohori. Ryoko again frowned as her eyes landed on Chiriko. /Why do I get the feeling this kid isn't what he seems to be?/ She shook her head and flew to catch up with the small group.
Kiyone crept through the Kutou palace silently. It had taken her five days, five freakin' days to get out of the damned prison cells where that blonde-haired shogun, who the guards called Nakago, had placed her after he knocked her out with a ki-blast. She had to laugh to herself; did he really think he could keep a Galaxy Police officer in there for long. She swore, when she saw this guy again, he had a date with the weapons on Yagami.
However, he wasn't what she was currently looking for. When she came to, she heard yells of pain and the crack of a whip. When she looked up, what she saw made her blood run cold.
Nagako was whipping a boy with dark teal-colored hair, and seemed to be getting enjoyment out of it. He had called the boy Tamahome after he had passed out, and told him that he only lives for 'Yui-sama's sake' . . . whoever the hell Yui was. Kiyone wanted to see if that boy, Tamahome, was still alive. And if the girl who yelled for Nakago to stop was this Yui Nakago talked about.
She saw a door opening and quickly hid behind one of the many blue pillars. She felt her eyebrows raise as the girl she assumed to be Yui run out of the room, closing the door and run down the hall. After she was sure she was gone, Kiyone quietly crept over to the door . . . and felt her eyes widen as she heard footsteps, signifying someone was coming around the corner.
Without thinking, she ran into the room, and closed the door behind her, pressing her back to the door and holding her breath as the guards passed by. She sighed in relief as the footsteps disappeared entirely.
"Who are you?"
Kiyone faced forward and found herself looking at the very person she was to 'visit'. /So much for being inconspicuous./ Kiyone thought with a sigh. She looked at Tamahome and smiled. "I came to see how you were doing."
Tamahome blinked. "Who are you?" He repeated.
"Kiyone Makibi." She introduced herself. "Who are you?"
"Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome." Tamahome said proudly. "What are you doing here?"
"Long story . . ."
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There you have it! Longer chapter! Did I do a good job?
