Messing With Washuu's Inventions Has Advantages

Disclaimer: If I owned Fushigi Yuugi or Tenchi Muyo!, I would be a rich person right now, and wouldn't be writing for you people.

Tsumi: I LIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Again, hello people. I am so very sorry for this taking so long to get up! Damn writers's block got me for about a week, and then my perverted teacher from hell (aka: Dr. John) decided to mess with my grades and schedule for this year. I'm still trying to get everything straightened out! Damn the retard who calls himself a teacher!

From now on, my thanks to the reviewers are at the bottom of the fic.

Okay, enough rambling and onto the fic!



Chapter Four: Surprise! Kiyone's There Too!

Tamahome had allowed Kiyone to hide in his room for as long as he would be there, away from the Kutou guards and Nagako, since they tended never to come into his room. She had learned a great deal about him and about the new situation she was in. "And I thought this world was a lot less complicated then mine." Kiyone sighed after Tamahome explained the purpose of Seishi, their Miko, and the Gods. "I guess it's an improvement, though."

"From what?" Tamahome asked.

Kiyone gave a wry smile. "From being around my air-head of a partner, Mihoshi."

Tamahome laughed softly. "Sounds like you have it rough."

Kiyone gave a soft sigh. "Six girls living in a house with three men, one remotely our age."

Tamahome shrugged. "What's so bad about that?"

She raised one eyebrow. "The fact that two of the six said girls are in love with him and that another two seem to have schoolgirl crushes on him." She paused for a moment. "Add to that the fact that all have some degree of power." Seeing Tamahome's confused face, she decided to elaborate. "One infamous Space Pirate, two princesses, two Galaxy Police officers and one mad scientist all living under one roof. It's chaos." Tamahome nodded, even if he didn't know what a Space Pirate or a Galaxy Police officer was.

Kiyone froze when someone knocked on Tamahome's door. Without a second thought, Tamahome shoved her under the bed and arranged the covers so that they hid her from sight.

Yui walked in, a tray with food in her hands. "Yui . . ." Tamahome said.

"Tamahome . . . was someone else in here? I thought I heard you speaking to someone." Yui said, laying the tray on the table.

Tamahome froze slightly and Kiyone held her breath. "I-I was speaking aloud to myself." He said quickly, praying feverishly to Suzaku that Yui didn't hear the slight nervousness in his voice.

Yui decided not to question Tamahome further and left it at that. She turned and said, "Take care, Tamahome." and left the room.

After her footsteps faded away, both Tamahome and Kiyone let out a breath of relief. "That was close . . ." Kiyone stated, sliding from under the bed.

"Hopefully, it'll be the last time." Tamahome said as Kiyone sat beside him. "I hope Miaka has gathered the last of the Suzaku Shichiseishi."

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"So . . . this is the capital of Konan . . ." Ryoko said with a whistle as she looked at the large palace. "Not bad."

Tasuki looked at her. "For once, I agree with you." He said with a fanged grin on his face.

Ryoko smiled and then caught sight of something red coming right toward them . . .

"Welcome back, no da!"

Ryoko yelped as the face suddenly appeared in front of her, and literally jumped into Tasuki's arms. "What the hell is that thing?!" She and him yelled at the same time.

Nuriko just smiled. "That's Chichiri, another one of the Suzaku Shichiseishi." He said.

"It looks like a freakin' squirrel!" Ryoko said, still holding on to Tasuki tight.

Chichiri pouted. "That's not nice, no da." He said.

Nuriko snickered from behind his hand as he noticed something. "Hey, Tasuki . . ."

"What?" He said cautiously; he really didn't like the look Nuriko was giving him.

"I thought you said you hated women . . ."

Both Ryoko and Tasuki looked at each other, and in what position they were in before becoming beet red and springing apart. Nuriko howled with laughter.

"You little . . ." Ryoko growled, about ready to whip out her laser sword and slice the annoying seishi to pieces when she noticed something. "Hey, where's Hotohori?"

All of the seishi, with the exception of Nuriko, Chichiri and Miaka, looked around. "Where could he have gone?" Chiriko asked.

"He probably got scared of meeting the emperor." Tasuki said.

"You guys haven't figured it out yet?" Nuriko asked. "He's the- - "

"There is no need for that, Nuriko." All looked to the steps of the palace doorway, where Hotohori stood, wearing long imperial robes.

"We welcome you back, your Majesty." Chichiri said.

Chiriko, Mitsukake, Tasuki and Ryoko blanched. "You mean to tell me . . ." Ryoko started.

"HE'S THE EMPEROR!?!?!?" Both of Tasuki's and Ryoko's yells rang through every corner of the Konan Empire.

Later on inside the palace, they sat at the same table over dinner to discuss the problem of returning Tamahome to Konan.

Neither Tasuki or Ryoko was really listening. Tasuki looked uncomfortable, and Ryoko was as stiff as a board. /I called this guy an idiot! I gave him more insults than I can count! And all this time . . . Damn, I'm screwed over!/ Ryoko thought.

Hotohori, seeing that two of his allies were very disturbed by his revealing of being the emperor, smiled gently. "There is no need to be afraid. I am still the same man that you traveled with and faced the same dangers with."

Ryoko looked up. "The same man that I threw insults at! Most of which I can't remember, but I know 'idiot' and 'damn f&^%ing pretty boy' were somewhere in there!"

Hotohori just smiled ant returned to the topic at hand. "Right now we need to focus on how to recover Tamahome and Suzaku's Shi Jin Ten Chi Sho from the hands of the enemy."

"I can teleport us there, no da," Chichiri spoke up, "But I can only take three people with me; anymore would put too much strain on my barrier na no da."

"I'm going!" Miaka spoke up at once.

"But Miaka . . ." Hotohori started but Miaka cut him off.

"I promised Tamahome that I would be the one to come rescue him! I won't break my promise!" She said, determination in her eyes. Hotohori sighed; it was impossible to reason with her when she was in that type of mood.

Chichiri placed a hand on Miaka's shoulder. "But first, I think it would be best if you talk to Tamahome about the whole operation no da."

After an elaborate explanation on what exactly he would do to put Miaka in contact with Tamahome, the group split up, each going different directions.

Ryoko looked out onto the lake that the gazebo sat and sighed. This particular area was beautiful, and reminded her of the lake near Tenchi's house. Her heart clenched slightly at the thought of him, but not much, which she found odd.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

Ryoko blinked and looked up to see Nuriko. Ryoko smiled and looked back at the lake. "Yeah. It reminds me of the one at home."

Nuriko leaned against the railing. "I love coming out here. It's always been one of my favorite places to come and think."

"About what?" Ryoko asked, sitting on the railing beside Nuriko.

Nuriko sighed. "Different things. Hotohori-sama . . . Miaka . . . Korin."

Ryoko blinked and looked at Nuriko. "Korin?" she asked.

Nuriko sighed. "My sister . . . she died when I was ten." He said quietly, his voice sad as he told the story about why exactly he was a cross-dresser.

Ryoko's eyes grew wide at the usually happy seishi. "Jeez, Nuriko, I'm so sorry."

Nuriko shook his head. "It's fine." He gave a sad smile. "I'm just glad you listened." Ryoko smiled back. He stood up straight, his eyes losing their sad look and smiled. "Let's go find Hotohori-sama!" He said, grabbing her hand and running back with her to the palace. Ryoko, surprisingly, didn't resist, but just smiled and let herself be dragged along.

They had reached the place where Hotohori and Tasuki were and just in time to hear Tasuki's comment about the Miaka-Hotohori-Tamahome love triangle, to which Nuriko was more than happy to send the bandit into the nearest wall.

Hotohori blinked as Nuriko brushed his hands together. "Sorry, your Majesty." He said. "It had to be done." Ryoko began to laugh as Tasuki fell to the ground. Shaking himself out of his shock, he glared at Ryoko.

"What the hell is so funny?" Tasuki growled.

"You, fang-boy!" she laughed, clutching her stomach and falling to the ground, still laughing. "The look on your face was priceless!" She gasped out and finally just let the giggles overtake her.

"Damn you, Ryoko . . ." he said, reaching for his tessen . . .

"Ryoko!" Ryoko looked up at the sound of Miaka calling her name, calming herself as the miko came closer.

"Miaka what is it?" Hotohori asked alarmed. "Are you alright?"

Miaka nodded. "Ryoko, your friend, Kiyone, she's in Kutou with Tamahome!"

Ryoko froze. " . . . what?" she squeaked out, standing up.

"I saw her there! While I was talking to Tamahome!" Miaka said.

"Are . . . are you sure?" Ryoko said, trying hard not to get her hopes up.

Miaka nodded enthusiastically. "She had blue hair, blue eyes and an orange headband." she paused. "She had almost the same reaction you did, Ryoko."

Ryoko didn't reply; her thoughts were running in a jumbled mess, before one thought came to the front. /Surprise! Kiyone's there too!/ Then a smile spread across her face.

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Kiyone smiled at Tamahome as he leaned his head against the screen after talking with Miaka, a smile of pure love on his lips. "Good job, Miaka."

That was when the door opened and both of them froze.

Looking toward the door, the two of them caught Yui's furious gaze. "Tamahome, why were you speaking to Miaka? How were you speaking to her? And who is this?!" Her voice had risen with every word and now she was glaring hard at the other woman.

Tamahome frowned. "The Suzaku Shichiseishi have been gathered." he stated, lavender-grey eyes pinned on Yui. "I'm going back to Konan, and Kiyone is coming with us."

Yui glared even more, if it was possible and turned toward the door. "Nagako!" She said, and, as if by magic, the blonde shogun appeared. "Take care of that woman." She said, motioning to Kiyone.

Kiyone glared hard at Nagako, before pulling out her Space Blaster and firing a single shot. /There is no way he can avoid that one./ Kiyone thought, a smile of triumph on her lips that quickly turned to horror as Nagako simply sent the blast through the roof. He smiled a cold smile, the kanji for 'heart' shining on his forehead before it faded and he grabbed Kiyone roughly by the arm. "I'll take care of her." he said coldly, taking his hostage out of the room.

"Kiyone!" Tamahome yelled, but Yui stood in his way.

As Nagako and Kiyone entered the dungeons, Kiyone's eyes widened as she realized exactly where she was being led and what was going to happen to her.

It was the same room that Tamahome was whipped.

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God I am evil for leaving it at a cliffhanger! *laughs*

Yay! Six reviews for this chapter! Thank you minna!

SessyRyo: Thanks for the compliment! And I think you put them in character.

XellossShoujo: Don't ask me where the idea for a race came from, it was just there, I guess!

AzureNeko: I haven't seen Trigun yet. T_T

Songwind: I suck at writing dialogue, but I hope that I did a better job this time!

Burnedshadow: Kiyone and Chichiri? Hm . . .



I'm on a writing streak right now, so expect either A: a new chapter very soon, or B: a oneshot I found on my computer while I was organizing it.