Messing With Washuu's Inventions Has Advantages
Disclaimer: *blink innocently* Who told you I own Tenchi Muyo! or Fushigi Yuugi? I may own copies of the videos and soundtracks, but I sure as hell don't own the real thing. Pity huh?
Tsumi: Hello, again. Sorry this took longer than I had planned; SaiSaiciAngel and I have been working together to create an Allenby shrine/fansite, and we're finally on our way to getting it up! Yay! That, and I kinda screwed up my left wrist by trying to be a Crazy Flying Kid! (I fell off my friend's bunk bed. ^^;;)
Onto the fic!
Chapter Six: Can Things Get Any Worse?
Yui smirked. "It's been awhile, hasn't it, Miaka? You seem to be doing well."
Miaka's eyes had widened considerably. "Yui-chan . . . How'd you know we'd be here?" Miaka asked.
"Fools." Nakago said. "It was easy with how much noise you four made."
Tasuki ran forward, tessen in hand. "Miaka, stand back!" He swung the tessen back. "Rekka Shien!" he yelled, throwing it forwards. Everyone looked afraid as all it did was release a miserable puff of smoke.
"You must be Tasuki." Nakago remarked. "None of your attacks will work inside this barrier that I have erected, Suzaku Shichiseishi."
"Then try this one, asshole!" Ryoko released an energy blast, not unlike the one she used against Kiyone when she was trying to arrest her. Nakago just smirked and held out his hand, making the energy bounce off his chi shield. Ryoko blanched. "Oh crap!"
"Not bad. But it's not good enough." Nakago extended a hand forward. "Now, which of you wants to die first?"
"Wait, Nakago." Ryoko saw something like relief and happiness in Miaka's eyes as Yui said this, which quickly turned to shock with her next words. "They are guests, aren't they? We should entertain them, shouldn't we?"
Nakago lowered his hand. "Very well, Yui-sama. Take them to the dungeons."
Everyone could only watch in shock as Miaka tackled one of the guards. Ryoko, instantly catching on, also attacked the guards, while Tasuki and Chichiri watched dumbfounded. Miaka turned to them and yelled, "Tasuki! Chichiri! Get out of here! Now!!"
Ryoko watched, relieved, as Chichiri put a hand on Tasuki's shoulder and the two of them vanished. That was when she felt a pair of hands on her arms and she began to struggle. However, it wasn't with all of her strength. /Let them think I am about as weak as Miaka . . ./ she thought.
"Yui-chan!" Miaka yelled as two guards picked her up. "Tamahome?! Where is Tamahome?!" She yelled.
Yui looked hurt for a moment before cruelly turning her head to the side. "How should I know? Sleeping in his room, probably."
Miaka looked shocked. "No . . . You're lying! He promised to meet me under this tree! He wouldn't break his promise! Tamahome! Tamahome!!" With Miaka screaming Tamahome's name over and over again, the two were carried off. Ryoko watched their surroundings carefully, and when they were far enough away from Nakago, she forced herself to vanish, leaving two stunned and outraged guards.
Miaka was thrown into one of the many dungeon cells, landing hard on her bottom. "Now be quiet!" The guard said, locking the dungeon door.
"Like fun I will!" She pulled out a bullhorn and began yelling "Tamahome!" over and over before the guard yelled at her to shut her trap.
Miaka slid down to the floor. /Now what do I do? Tasuki, Chichiri, and Ryoko aren't here . . ./ Yui's comments echoed in her mind. /Yui-chan . . . Your eyes and voice were so cold. Have you really forgotten all about me?/
She felt someone prodding her back. "Lemme alone. Can't you see I'm in a fond recollection?" As she turned around, she was greeted with an upside-down face, with bright yellow, cat-like eyes, and a head full of spiky blue hair. A decidedly familiar face . . . "Ryoko!"
"How's it hangin'?" She asked, moving from her floating position to one sitting on the ground in front of Miaka.
"Do I really have to answer?" Miaka suddenly got an idea. "Hey Ryoko, do you think you can blast us out of here?"
Ryoko took a small look around. "Nope. I'd alert everyone where we were, if I didn't destroy the entire palace first."
Miaka looked very disappointed as she looked at the ground dejectedly. Ryoko raised an eyebrow. "If you're up to it, I got a plan." Miaka looked up at Ryoko and blinked. Ryoko gave a sly smile and whispered her plan in Miaka's ear. Miaka looked surprised but nodded. Ryoko smiled and floated upward and hid herself in the shadows.
"Oh mister studly guard." Miaka said. The guard's head peeked in and his eyes widened considerably. Miaka had hiked up her short skirt, revealing the full length of her legs. She had also unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her shoulder and just enough of her cleavage. "Please, kind sir, my leg hurts. Could you please rub it for me?" She shifted, giving the guard a full view from every possible angle. Ryoko almost ruined everything by laughing; seeing Miaka like this was just too funny. She clamped a hand over her mouth and continued watching.
"M-m-me?" the guard stuttered, looking around.
"Please, kind sir, I can't take it anymore." Miaka moaned.
"I'm coming!" The guard said, unlocking the door. Once he was inside, Ryoko descended from the ceiling, sporting her 'Oni' mask again and stopped right in front of the man. After three seconds of total silence, he let out a horrific scream before passing out.
Miaka looked up at Ryoko, who took off her mask, winked, and flashed her the V sign. Miaka smiled as she stood up and the two of them left the dungeons.
After a few minutes, they came to where the hall split into two different hallways. "We should split up." Miaka said. Ryoko blinked and looked at her. She just smiled and looked up at the demon. "We'd have a better chance of finding either Chichiri and Tasuki or Tamahome and Kiyone." Ryoko blinked again and smiled, nodding once and heading in the hall to the left, while Miaka took the one to the right.
It took Ryoko two minutes to figure out she was lost. /Damn, this wasn't a good idea!/ she thought to herself, muttering a few curses, when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Stopping and jerking her head to the left, she could only stare in shock. Right in front of her was Chiriko! "What the-"
Chiriko's look alike put a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. She instantly shut her mouth and looked at him, silently demanding an explanation. He sighed and stared intently at her. "You won't find your friend with the Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome." He said. She blinked as he looked down the hallway she would have been going down. A teal-haired youth walked down the hallway, dressed in all black, and looking very out of place. She watched perplexed as he asked a passing guard where 'Yui-sama' was, and, after receiving directions, gave his thanks and left.
She looked back to where Chiriko's look alike was and saw that he had gone down the hallway she had come from. The only thing she could see of him was odd yo-yo like things disappearing around a corner. Just as she was going to go after him, something ran into her from behind.
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The scream was heard by a few other guards as they searched for Chichiri and Tasuki. "What was that scream?" One asked.
"Let's go check it out." Another said and the guards left.
Up in the tree, Chichiri let out a sigh of relief. "They're gone." He looked over to his right and noticed something odd about the bandit. "Tasuki, why are you happy no da?"
Tasuki spun around. "I'm pissed off! We went and left Miaka and Ryoko like that!"
"There wasn't anything we could do about it no da." Chichiri said, laying back against the tree trunk. "We couldn't have taken that many guards without our abilities, no da, so our best option was to escape na no da."
That did very little to calm Tasuki. "And if something happens to either one of them?! I'd never be able to call myself a man!" he wailed.
"No, neither of them will be harmed." Chichiri took off his mask and looked toward the Kutou palace. "That girl won't allow it."
"Then what the hell do you suggest we do?!" Tasuki yelled.
Chichiri placed his mask back on and smiled at Tasuki. "I've got an idea."
Five minutes later found the two sneaking around the Kutou palace. As Tasuki rounded a corner, he ran into someone's back.
Both of them let out a muffled curse and the person Tasuki ran into turned around, laser sword in hand, while Tasuki had whipped out his tessen. Both stared at each other and gave a visible sigh of relief.
"Damnit Tasuki, don't scare me like that!" Ryoko hissed, making her laser sword disappear.
"I could say the damn thing, woman." Tasuki said, placing his tessen in its holder.
"Ryoko, where's Miaka no da?" Chichiri asked. Ryoko blinked and placed her hand on her hip.
"I don't know. We went opposite directions about ten minutes ago." Ryoko replied before turning very serious. "Something is really wrong about this – I just saw someone who didn't quite fit in here asking where 'Yui-sama' was."
"Someone that didn't quite fit in no da?" Chichiri inquired.
"Yeah, kinda like he was a foreigner or something." Ryoko replied.
Chichiri's mask creased in thought. "Miaka . . . she isn't safe no da." He said worried.
"So, let's go find her! Fry anyone who gets in the way!" Tasuki said, reaching for his tessen again.
"I agree, let's kick some ass!" Ryoko said.
Chichiri turned to the two of them. "I have a better idea no da . . ." Tasuki and Ryoko blinked at the grinning monk, suddenly very uneasy.
Two minutes found the two tied to one of the blue pillars in the Kutou palace, a fake Chichiri by Ryoko's left side, both gagged and glaring daggers at the real Chichiri. Chichiri just smiled and transformed into Nakago. "Now you two just stay there, I'll be back in a few minutes, no da."
Both Ryoko and Tasuki said something akin to a few curse words as Chichiri strode away. Ryoko glared some more at the space where Chichiri was, thinking of a hundred and one things to do to the monk when she got her hands on him. Tasuki, in the mean time, was struggling against his bonds, trying to loosen them or break them; which ever happened first. As he struggled, he kept stepping to his left side, until his hand brushed against hers.
Ryoko's eyes widened and a faint blush crept across her face at the little electric sparks that one touch created. Tasuki had a similar reaction and scooted as much as he possibly could away from her. /What the hell is going on?!/ Ryoko asked mentally. /Why does Tasuki have that affect on me?!/ She growled in frustration, not understanding what was going on.
Tasuki tried to bite his bottom lip; just as embarrassed and frustrated as Ryoko. He stopped struggling momentarily as he caught himself almost looking at Ryoko. /Damnit Genrou, get ahold of yourself! You don't LIKE women, they're BAD./
/How could one so beautiful be bad?/
Tasuki froze. What had he just thought? No, no, no, he hadn't just had that thought. /What are you thinking Genrou? Sure, she's pretty . . . and you've seen pretty women before . . . but not one like . . . Okay, stop thinking!/
At the sound of footsteps approaching, both heads jerked up to see Nakago (the real one or Chichiri in disguise neither of them could tell) dragging a certain brown-haired priestess by the arm . . .
"Tasuki! Ryoko!" Miaka made to move toward them, when Nakago held out his hand as if to send a chi blast at Miaka. Both Tasuki and Ryoko tensed and watched wide eyed . . .
As Nakago place a hand on Miaka's head and said "Just kidding."
Miaka looked at Nakago disbelievingly. "'Just kidding'? Don't tell me . . . Chichiri?!" With a faint 'pop' and a small smoke cloud, Chichiri stood where Nagako was, smiling and sporting a V sign.
Tasuki finally managed to remove the cloth around his mouth and he yelled, "Damnit Chichiri, why the hell did you go and tie us up for?!"
"And what the f^&% is with the fake Chichiri?!" Ryoko yelled as the bonds 'mysteriously' became untied and fell to the ground.
"You two wouldn't stop talking about a frontal assault and wouldn't listen to reason no da." he transformed back into Nakago. "So, what do you think Miaka? Was I convincing na no da?" The sight of a unconscious miko made Chichiri sweatdrop and laugh nervously. "Guess it was too convincing no da . . ."
After ten minutes of reviving and then calming down the miko, they were finally able to talk.
"Jeez, Chichiri, you scared the living daylights out of me! I thought you were the real Nakago!" Miaka said.
"I'm sorry Miaka, but this disguise lets me move around the palace more easily no da." He transformed into Nakago again and looked into the priestess's face. "Please forgive my foolishness no da."
Miaka paled. "Stop it, you're scaring me!"
Tasuki snorted. "Forget him Miaka-hey, what's wrong with your arm?" As Tasuki's hand closed on her arm, she let out a scream. His eyes widened as he let go. "Your arms broken, isn't it?!"
"Miaka, who did this to you?" Chichiri asked.
Ryoko caught something go through Miaka's eyes as she put on a fake smile and said "Oh! I got this when I was escaping from my cell." She caught Ryoko's gaze and silently begged her not to say anything. Ryoko raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a thing. "Anyway, we should go look for Tamahome and-"
"Miaka, you stay here." Chichiri said firmly. "Ryoko and I will go look for Tamahome and Kiyone." With that said, he gave his kasa to Tasuki and transformed into Nakago. Before taking flight, Ryoko gave one more glance to Miaka and floated up toward the ceiling.
"I've got a real bad feeling about this . . ." Ryoko remarked quietly to herself.
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Woah, five pages . . . the most I have ever written!
SessyRyo: Like the Tas/Ryo scene? Just for you! ^_^ And don't kill Nakago just yet; I wanna piece of him too!
Paru-chan: My God, can your review get any ruder? I'm glad you like my fic and all, but come on, there's no need to make me think you gave me a really bad flame because of a cliffie, now is there? Oh, and before I forget, I was half-asleep when I wrote my thank you notes to my reviewers in the last chapter, so if I missed a few words, I apologize. (I noticed it when I reread my notes that I forgot to add 'more frequently than normal' in my thank you to you, Paru.)
Please, people, review! Azure-neko, XellossShoujo and Burnedshadow have an excuse, but please . . . two reviews is pretty sad.
Disclaimer: *blink innocently* Who told you I own Tenchi Muyo! or Fushigi Yuugi? I may own copies of the videos and soundtracks, but I sure as hell don't own the real thing. Pity huh?
Tsumi: Hello, again. Sorry this took longer than I had planned; SaiSaiciAngel and I have been working together to create an Allenby shrine/fansite, and we're finally on our way to getting it up! Yay! That, and I kinda screwed up my left wrist by trying to be a Crazy Flying Kid! (I fell off my friend's bunk bed. ^^;;)
Onto the fic!
Chapter Six: Can Things Get Any Worse?
Yui smirked. "It's been awhile, hasn't it, Miaka? You seem to be doing well."
Miaka's eyes had widened considerably. "Yui-chan . . . How'd you know we'd be here?" Miaka asked.
"Fools." Nakago said. "It was easy with how much noise you four made."
Tasuki ran forward, tessen in hand. "Miaka, stand back!" He swung the tessen back. "Rekka Shien!" he yelled, throwing it forwards. Everyone looked afraid as all it did was release a miserable puff of smoke.
"You must be Tasuki." Nakago remarked. "None of your attacks will work inside this barrier that I have erected, Suzaku Shichiseishi."
"Then try this one, asshole!" Ryoko released an energy blast, not unlike the one she used against Kiyone when she was trying to arrest her. Nakago just smirked and held out his hand, making the energy bounce off his chi shield. Ryoko blanched. "Oh crap!"
"Not bad. But it's not good enough." Nakago extended a hand forward. "Now, which of you wants to die first?"
"Wait, Nakago." Ryoko saw something like relief and happiness in Miaka's eyes as Yui said this, which quickly turned to shock with her next words. "They are guests, aren't they? We should entertain them, shouldn't we?"
Nakago lowered his hand. "Very well, Yui-sama. Take them to the dungeons."
Everyone could only watch in shock as Miaka tackled one of the guards. Ryoko, instantly catching on, also attacked the guards, while Tasuki and Chichiri watched dumbfounded. Miaka turned to them and yelled, "Tasuki! Chichiri! Get out of here! Now!!"
Ryoko watched, relieved, as Chichiri put a hand on Tasuki's shoulder and the two of them vanished. That was when she felt a pair of hands on her arms and she began to struggle. However, it wasn't with all of her strength. /Let them think I am about as weak as Miaka . . ./ she thought.
"Yui-chan!" Miaka yelled as two guards picked her up. "Tamahome?! Where is Tamahome?!" She yelled.
Yui looked hurt for a moment before cruelly turning her head to the side. "How should I know? Sleeping in his room, probably."
Miaka looked shocked. "No . . . You're lying! He promised to meet me under this tree! He wouldn't break his promise! Tamahome! Tamahome!!" With Miaka screaming Tamahome's name over and over again, the two were carried off. Ryoko watched their surroundings carefully, and when they were far enough away from Nakago, she forced herself to vanish, leaving two stunned and outraged guards.
Miaka was thrown into one of the many dungeon cells, landing hard on her bottom. "Now be quiet!" The guard said, locking the dungeon door.
"Like fun I will!" She pulled out a bullhorn and began yelling "Tamahome!" over and over before the guard yelled at her to shut her trap.
Miaka slid down to the floor. /Now what do I do? Tasuki, Chichiri, and Ryoko aren't here . . ./ Yui's comments echoed in her mind. /Yui-chan . . . Your eyes and voice were so cold. Have you really forgotten all about me?/
She felt someone prodding her back. "Lemme alone. Can't you see I'm in a fond recollection?" As she turned around, she was greeted with an upside-down face, with bright yellow, cat-like eyes, and a head full of spiky blue hair. A decidedly familiar face . . . "Ryoko!"
"How's it hangin'?" She asked, moving from her floating position to one sitting on the ground in front of Miaka.
"Do I really have to answer?" Miaka suddenly got an idea. "Hey Ryoko, do you think you can blast us out of here?"
Ryoko took a small look around. "Nope. I'd alert everyone where we were, if I didn't destroy the entire palace first."
Miaka looked very disappointed as she looked at the ground dejectedly. Ryoko raised an eyebrow. "If you're up to it, I got a plan." Miaka looked up at Ryoko and blinked. Ryoko gave a sly smile and whispered her plan in Miaka's ear. Miaka looked surprised but nodded. Ryoko smiled and floated upward and hid herself in the shadows.
"Oh mister studly guard." Miaka said. The guard's head peeked in and his eyes widened considerably. Miaka had hiked up her short skirt, revealing the full length of her legs. She had also unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her shoulder and just enough of her cleavage. "Please, kind sir, my leg hurts. Could you please rub it for me?" She shifted, giving the guard a full view from every possible angle. Ryoko almost ruined everything by laughing; seeing Miaka like this was just too funny. She clamped a hand over her mouth and continued watching.
"M-m-me?" the guard stuttered, looking around.
"Please, kind sir, I can't take it anymore." Miaka moaned.
"I'm coming!" The guard said, unlocking the door. Once he was inside, Ryoko descended from the ceiling, sporting her 'Oni' mask again and stopped right in front of the man. After three seconds of total silence, he let out a horrific scream before passing out.
Miaka looked up at Ryoko, who took off her mask, winked, and flashed her the V sign. Miaka smiled as she stood up and the two of them left the dungeons.
After a few minutes, they came to where the hall split into two different hallways. "We should split up." Miaka said. Ryoko blinked and looked at her. She just smiled and looked up at the demon. "We'd have a better chance of finding either Chichiri and Tasuki or Tamahome and Kiyone." Ryoko blinked again and smiled, nodding once and heading in the hall to the left, while Miaka took the one to the right.
It took Ryoko two minutes to figure out she was lost. /Damn, this wasn't a good idea!/ she thought to herself, muttering a few curses, when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Stopping and jerking her head to the left, she could only stare in shock. Right in front of her was Chiriko! "What the-"
Chiriko's look alike put a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. She instantly shut her mouth and looked at him, silently demanding an explanation. He sighed and stared intently at her. "You won't find your friend with the Suzaku Shichiseishi Tamahome." He said. She blinked as he looked down the hallway she would have been going down. A teal-haired youth walked down the hallway, dressed in all black, and looking very out of place. She watched perplexed as he asked a passing guard where 'Yui-sama' was, and, after receiving directions, gave his thanks and left.
She looked back to where Chiriko's look alike was and saw that he had gone down the hallway she had come from. The only thing she could see of him was odd yo-yo like things disappearing around a corner. Just as she was going to go after him, something ran into her from behind.
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The scream was heard by a few other guards as they searched for Chichiri and Tasuki. "What was that scream?" One asked.
"Let's go check it out." Another said and the guards left.
Up in the tree, Chichiri let out a sigh of relief. "They're gone." He looked over to his right and noticed something odd about the bandit. "Tasuki, why are you happy no da?"
Tasuki spun around. "I'm pissed off! We went and left Miaka and Ryoko like that!"
"There wasn't anything we could do about it no da." Chichiri said, laying back against the tree trunk. "We couldn't have taken that many guards without our abilities, no da, so our best option was to escape na no da."
That did very little to calm Tasuki. "And if something happens to either one of them?! I'd never be able to call myself a man!" he wailed.
"No, neither of them will be harmed." Chichiri took off his mask and looked toward the Kutou palace. "That girl won't allow it."
"Then what the hell do you suggest we do?!" Tasuki yelled.
Chichiri placed his mask back on and smiled at Tasuki. "I've got an idea."
Five minutes later found the two sneaking around the Kutou palace. As Tasuki rounded a corner, he ran into someone's back.
Both of them let out a muffled curse and the person Tasuki ran into turned around, laser sword in hand, while Tasuki had whipped out his tessen. Both stared at each other and gave a visible sigh of relief.
"Damnit Tasuki, don't scare me like that!" Ryoko hissed, making her laser sword disappear.
"I could say the damn thing, woman." Tasuki said, placing his tessen in its holder.
"Ryoko, where's Miaka no da?" Chichiri asked. Ryoko blinked and placed her hand on her hip.
"I don't know. We went opposite directions about ten minutes ago." Ryoko replied before turning very serious. "Something is really wrong about this – I just saw someone who didn't quite fit in here asking where 'Yui-sama' was."
"Someone that didn't quite fit in no da?" Chichiri inquired.
"Yeah, kinda like he was a foreigner or something." Ryoko replied.
Chichiri's mask creased in thought. "Miaka . . . she isn't safe no da." He said worried.
"So, let's go find her! Fry anyone who gets in the way!" Tasuki said, reaching for his tessen again.
"I agree, let's kick some ass!" Ryoko said.
Chichiri turned to the two of them. "I have a better idea no da . . ." Tasuki and Ryoko blinked at the grinning monk, suddenly very uneasy.
Two minutes found the two tied to one of the blue pillars in the Kutou palace, a fake Chichiri by Ryoko's left side, both gagged and glaring daggers at the real Chichiri. Chichiri just smiled and transformed into Nakago. "Now you two just stay there, I'll be back in a few minutes, no da."
Both Ryoko and Tasuki said something akin to a few curse words as Chichiri strode away. Ryoko glared some more at the space where Chichiri was, thinking of a hundred and one things to do to the monk when she got her hands on him. Tasuki, in the mean time, was struggling against his bonds, trying to loosen them or break them; which ever happened first. As he struggled, he kept stepping to his left side, until his hand brushed against hers.
Ryoko's eyes widened and a faint blush crept across her face at the little electric sparks that one touch created. Tasuki had a similar reaction and scooted as much as he possibly could away from her. /What the hell is going on?!/ Ryoko asked mentally. /Why does Tasuki have that affect on me?!/ She growled in frustration, not understanding what was going on.
Tasuki tried to bite his bottom lip; just as embarrassed and frustrated as Ryoko. He stopped struggling momentarily as he caught himself almost looking at Ryoko. /Damnit Genrou, get ahold of yourself! You don't LIKE women, they're BAD./
/How could one so beautiful be bad?/
Tasuki froze. What had he just thought? No, no, no, he hadn't just had that thought. /What are you thinking Genrou? Sure, she's pretty . . . and you've seen pretty women before . . . but not one like . . . Okay, stop thinking!/
At the sound of footsteps approaching, both heads jerked up to see Nakago (the real one or Chichiri in disguise neither of them could tell) dragging a certain brown-haired priestess by the arm . . .
"Tasuki! Ryoko!" Miaka made to move toward them, when Nakago held out his hand as if to send a chi blast at Miaka. Both Tasuki and Ryoko tensed and watched wide eyed . . .
As Nakago place a hand on Miaka's head and said "Just kidding."
Miaka looked at Nakago disbelievingly. "'Just kidding'? Don't tell me . . . Chichiri?!" With a faint 'pop' and a small smoke cloud, Chichiri stood where Nagako was, smiling and sporting a V sign.
Tasuki finally managed to remove the cloth around his mouth and he yelled, "Damnit Chichiri, why the hell did you go and tie us up for?!"
"And what the f^&% is with the fake Chichiri?!" Ryoko yelled as the bonds 'mysteriously' became untied and fell to the ground.
"You two wouldn't stop talking about a frontal assault and wouldn't listen to reason no da." he transformed back into Nakago. "So, what do you think Miaka? Was I convincing na no da?" The sight of a unconscious miko made Chichiri sweatdrop and laugh nervously. "Guess it was too convincing no da . . ."
After ten minutes of reviving and then calming down the miko, they were finally able to talk.
"Jeez, Chichiri, you scared the living daylights out of me! I thought you were the real Nakago!" Miaka said.
"I'm sorry Miaka, but this disguise lets me move around the palace more easily no da." He transformed into Nakago again and looked into the priestess's face. "Please forgive my foolishness no da."
Miaka paled. "Stop it, you're scaring me!"
Tasuki snorted. "Forget him Miaka-hey, what's wrong with your arm?" As Tasuki's hand closed on her arm, she let out a scream. His eyes widened as he let go. "Your arms broken, isn't it?!"
"Miaka, who did this to you?" Chichiri asked.
Ryoko caught something go through Miaka's eyes as she put on a fake smile and said "Oh! I got this when I was escaping from my cell." She caught Ryoko's gaze and silently begged her not to say anything. Ryoko raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a thing. "Anyway, we should go look for Tamahome and-"
"Miaka, you stay here." Chichiri said firmly. "Ryoko and I will go look for Tamahome and Kiyone." With that said, he gave his kasa to Tasuki and transformed into Nakago. Before taking flight, Ryoko gave one more glance to Miaka and floated up toward the ceiling.
"I've got a real bad feeling about this . . ." Ryoko remarked quietly to herself.
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Woah, five pages . . . the most I have ever written!
SessyRyo: Like the Tas/Ryo scene? Just for you! ^_^ And don't kill Nakago just yet; I wanna piece of him too!
Paru-chan: My God, can your review get any ruder? I'm glad you like my fic and all, but come on, there's no need to make me think you gave me a really bad flame because of a cliffie, now is there? Oh, and before I forget, I was half-asleep when I wrote my thank you notes to my reviewers in the last chapter, so if I missed a few words, I apologize. (I noticed it when I reread my notes that I forgot to add 'more frequently than normal' in my thank you to you, Paru.)
Please, people, review! Azure-neko, XellossShoujo and Burnedshadow have an excuse, but please . . . two reviews is pretty sad.
