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. *rereads disclaimer from Ch. 3* You want something new right now? Go watch Leno!
Tsumi: Hello again people! First part of Chapter ten out and on time! Ain't 'cha all proud of me? Now, I just have to tell you all, this is definitely a short chapter compared to the others that I wrote. BUT, the good part of this is the . . . er . . . read and find out!
Also, it's a bit of a songfic. If you want a good feel for this chapter, listen to 'Setsunakutemo . . . Zutto' by Tasuki!
And last thing: This chapter is extremely FLUFFY!!!!
Onto the fic!
Chapter Ten: Star-Gazing Festival Part 1
"Ryoko?" Kiyone asked the demon, taking a hesitant step forward. Ryoko finally looked up at Kiyone, and she stifled a gasp of surprise. The demon's entire face betrayed an immense sadness, hurt and even a bit of anger, while her eyes held a glassy look.
Ryoko closed her eyes and took a deep breath before saying four words in such a dead voice that Kiyone's eyes widened in complete shock.
"Tenchi's made his choice."
Kiyone was speechless. "Oh, Ryoko . . ." Before she could say anymore, Ryoko ran past Kiyone and began to take flight. As she passed Tasuki, small, crystal drops fell from her eyes.
"Ryoko?" Tasuki asked, amber eyes widening.
"Wait! Ryoko!" Kiyone yelled out, but Ryoko had already disappeared. She bit her lip and placed a slender hand on her forehead, thinking only one thought. /Who did Tenchi chose?/
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No one saw Ryoko for the rest of the day as well as most of the next. Nobody knew what was wrong with her, save Kiyone, who became worried for her friend. Trying to get her mind off of it, Nuriko invited her to the Star-Gazing Festival. "Who knows, you might find Ryoko there!" Kiyone smiled lightly at the memory.
Slipping into a dark blue dress with a silver lining that Nuriko had lent her (/Why does he have women's clothing?/), she stepped out from behind the curtain and smiled as she turned around to show Nuriko. "Well, what do you think?"
"Beautiful, Kiyone-chan, simply beautiful." He smiled, grabbing his hairbrush, and, making Kiyone sit in front of the mirror, began to style her hair. Soon enough, Kiyone's hair was put up in a style similar to what Nuriko wore the first time he met Miaka. "There!" He exclaimed. "See what a little Nuriko magic can do?" Kiyone giggled and looked in the mirror. She had to agree; Nuriko did do a good job. "We should get going before the fang-boy gets too bored."
Kiyone nodded and the two exited the room, finding said fang-boy leaning against the railing outside of his room, eyes dark with thought. Hearing the two approach, he lifted up his head, and forced a smile to his lips before the three left.
Nuriko raised an eyebrow and nudged Kiyone to get her attention. "Ne, Kiyone-chan, what do you think of Tasuki and Ryoko?" He whispered.
Kiyone blinked and tilted her head to the side. "Tasuki and Ryoko . . ." She repeated. "I've said it once and I'll say it again, definitely not a bad couple." The two giggled and it was Tasuki's turn to raise an eyebrow. /Women/ He thought. /Women are strange./
Movement caught Kiyone's attention and she stopped. She smiled. "Amiboshi-san." she said as the flutist walked out toward them. "Would you like to join us? We're going to the star-gazing festival and would love to have you."
Amiboshi blushed lightly but looked at Tasuki, who was glaring at him, as if daring him to say yes. He swallowed hard. "I-I think I'll pass, Kiyone-san . . . maybe I'll go with Chichiri and his group." That said, he took one last glance at Tasuki and hastily walked off to find Chichiri.
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The Star-Gazing Festival was as great as Nuriko had told Kiyone. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and, in spite of herself, Kiyone found she was having a fun time as well.
Nuriko wasn't satisfied on just having a 'fun' time; he wanted to have the greatest time ever, since there wouldn't be much time for that when they left tomorrow for Hokkan.
Tasuki looked like he could care less.
He cursed to himself. Here, he was supposed to be having a great time and forgetting his problems, but he couldn't get the image of a certain blue haired, gold-eyed demon out of his head. Growling to himself, he quietly separated himself from Nuriko and Kiyone and headed down to where the bridge was. He needed to get away from everyone and think.
What he saw, however, as he came around the corner to said bridge, both shocked him and made his heart shatter into a million pieces.
Ryoko stood there, leaning against the railing. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy from crying, and tears were still flowing down her pale cheeks, lit silver by the moonlight. She was exhausted and hungry, having flown non-stop since yesterday. She had a headache and felt like something had walked over her all day.
/Tenchi . . ./ More tears started to fall. /Tenchi . . . how could you? After all that I did for you . . . how . . ./ A sob escaped her lips and she sank down to the ground, small hiccuping sounds coming from her as she tried, in vain, to hold back her cries.
Tasuki was at a loss. /Damnit, what do I do? Should I go over? No, she'll probably be pissed at me for the incident in the corridor, but . . . ah, to hell with it!/ Taking silent steps, he walked over to where Ryoko was. Kneeling down behind her, he slipped his arms around her quivering body.
Ryoko gasped and stiffened slightly, eyes flying open at the feel of another's arms around her. "Shhhh . . . it's alright, Ryoko." Tasuki whispered in her ear.
Ryoko turned around in his arms. "Tasuki? . . ." She said in surprise.
Warm amber eyes looked down at her, hidden emotions swimming in them. "It's okay, Ryoko." He said again, his arms tightening a little. "I'll make sure noting hurts you again." He cupped her face with one of his hands and wiped away the tears staining her cheeks with his thumb.
Ryoko swallowed the lump in her throat and looked downwards. Strong fingers tilted her face back up so that she was looking back into his eyes. He frowned slightly as he inched closer. Just as he was a scant centimeter from her, he whispered, "Damnit, Ryo-chan, why do you make me feel this way?". He then closed the distance between them and brushed his lips against hers.
Ryoko's eyes shot open wide, and she stiffened at the first tentative brush against her lips, before relaxing into the soft pressure. Tasuki pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Tasuki . . ." She breathed, trying to stop the world from spinning.
Tasuki pressed his lips against hers again, this time with a bit more pressure, and Ryoko found herself kissing back. Tasuki's hand wound itself in her hair while Ryoko clutched onto the bandit's black coat. The two of them finally broke apart for what seemed like eternity, panting but looking completely satisfied. Ryoko smiled as she looked at Tasuki. "Thank you, Tasuki . . ."
Tasuki looked at her and gave her a fanged-grin and stood up as did she. Ryoko leaned against the railing and Tasuki slipped his arms around her waist. The two stood like that for a good amount of time, just enjoying the feel of being this close to each other, before Ryoko spoke up. "Gen-chan, why did you do that?"
Tasuki blinked before smiling and resting his head on Ryoko's shoulder. "When I see your tears, I can't stand it."
Ryoko giggled quietly, leaning back into Tasuki's arms. "You're really sweet beyond that bad-ass exterior." Tasuki laughed quietly too, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder.
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Biggest fluff moment I've ever written. Hope you like, minna-san! Part two will be out shortly!
SessyRyo: Oh, you just wait, Sessy-chan, you are going to be very surprised . . . *insert evil laughter.*
ElvenGoddess: Wow, you're going to go back and review every chapter?! Thank you sooooooooo very much!!! I'm glad you like this fic that much!
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. *rereads disclaimer from Ch. 3* You want something new right now? Go watch Leno!
Tsumi: Hello again people! First part of Chapter ten out and on time! Ain't 'cha all proud of me? Now, I just have to tell you all, this is definitely a short chapter compared to the others that I wrote. BUT, the good part of this is the . . . er . . . read and find out!
Also, it's a bit of a songfic. If you want a good feel for this chapter, listen to 'Setsunakutemo . . . Zutto' by Tasuki!
And last thing: This chapter is extremely FLUFFY!!!!
Onto the fic!
Chapter Ten: Star-Gazing Festival Part 1
"Ryoko?" Kiyone asked the demon, taking a hesitant step forward. Ryoko finally looked up at Kiyone, and she stifled a gasp of surprise. The demon's entire face betrayed an immense sadness, hurt and even a bit of anger, while her eyes held a glassy look.
Ryoko closed her eyes and took a deep breath before saying four words in such a dead voice that Kiyone's eyes widened in complete shock.
"Tenchi's made his choice."
Kiyone was speechless. "Oh, Ryoko . . ." Before she could say anymore, Ryoko ran past Kiyone and began to take flight. As she passed Tasuki, small, crystal drops fell from her eyes.
"Ryoko?" Tasuki asked, amber eyes widening.
"Wait! Ryoko!" Kiyone yelled out, but Ryoko had already disappeared. She bit her lip and placed a slender hand on her forehead, thinking only one thought. /Who did Tenchi chose?/
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No one saw Ryoko for the rest of the day as well as most of the next. Nobody knew what was wrong with her, save Kiyone, who became worried for her friend. Trying to get her mind off of it, Nuriko invited her to the Star-Gazing Festival. "Who knows, you might find Ryoko there!" Kiyone smiled lightly at the memory.
Slipping into a dark blue dress with a silver lining that Nuriko had lent her (/Why does he have women's clothing?/), she stepped out from behind the curtain and smiled as she turned around to show Nuriko. "Well, what do you think?"
"Beautiful, Kiyone-chan, simply beautiful." He smiled, grabbing his hairbrush, and, making Kiyone sit in front of the mirror, began to style her hair. Soon enough, Kiyone's hair was put up in a style similar to what Nuriko wore the first time he met Miaka. "There!" He exclaimed. "See what a little Nuriko magic can do?" Kiyone giggled and looked in the mirror. She had to agree; Nuriko did do a good job. "We should get going before the fang-boy gets too bored."
Kiyone nodded and the two exited the room, finding said fang-boy leaning against the railing outside of his room, eyes dark with thought. Hearing the two approach, he lifted up his head, and forced a smile to his lips before the three left.
Nuriko raised an eyebrow and nudged Kiyone to get her attention. "Ne, Kiyone-chan, what do you think of Tasuki and Ryoko?" He whispered.
Kiyone blinked and tilted her head to the side. "Tasuki and Ryoko . . ." She repeated. "I've said it once and I'll say it again, definitely not a bad couple." The two giggled and it was Tasuki's turn to raise an eyebrow. /Women/ He thought. /Women are strange./
Movement caught Kiyone's attention and she stopped. She smiled. "Amiboshi-san." she said as the flutist walked out toward them. "Would you like to join us? We're going to the star-gazing festival and would love to have you."
Amiboshi blushed lightly but looked at Tasuki, who was glaring at him, as if daring him to say yes. He swallowed hard. "I-I think I'll pass, Kiyone-san . . . maybe I'll go with Chichiri and his group." That said, he took one last glance at Tasuki and hastily walked off to find Chichiri.
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The Star-Gazing Festival was as great as Nuriko had told Kiyone. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and, in spite of herself, Kiyone found she was having a fun time as well.
Nuriko wasn't satisfied on just having a 'fun' time; he wanted to have the greatest time ever, since there wouldn't be much time for that when they left tomorrow for Hokkan.
Tasuki looked like he could care less.
He cursed to himself. Here, he was supposed to be having a great time and forgetting his problems, but he couldn't get the image of a certain blue haired, gold-eyed demon out of his head. Growling to himself, he quietly separated himself from Nuriko and Kiyone and headed down to where the bridge was. He needed to get away from everyone and think.
What he saw, however, as he came around the corner to said bridge, both shocked him and made his heart shatter into a million pieces.
Ryoko stood there, leaning against the railing. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy from crying, and tears were still flowing down her pale cheeks, lit silver by the moonlight. She was exhausted and hungry, having flown non-stop since yesterday. She had a headache and felt like something had walked over her all day.
/Tenchi . . ./ More tears started to fall. /Tenchi . . . how could you? After all that I did for you . . . how . . ./ A sob escaped her lips and she sank down to the ground, small hiccuping sounds coming from her as she tried, in vain, to hold back her cries.
Tasuki was at a loss. /Damnit, what do I do? Should I go over? No, she'll probably be pissed at me for the incident in the corridor, but . . . ah, to hell with it!/ Taking silent steps, he walked over to where Ryoko was. Kneeling down behind her, he slipped his arms around her quivering body.
Ryoko gasped and stiffened slightly, eyes flying open at the feel of another's arms around her. "Shhhh . . . it's alright, Ryoko." Tasuki whispered in her ear.
Ryoko turned around in his arms. "Tasuki? . . ." She said in surprise.
Warm amber eyes looked down at her, hidden emotions swimming in them. "It's okay, Ryoko." He said again, his arms tightening a little. "I'll make sure noting hurts you again." He cupped her face with one of his hands and wiped away the tears staining her cheeks with his thumb.
Ryoko swallowed the lump in her throat and looked downwards. Strong fingers tilted her face back up so that she was looking back into his eyes. He frowned slightly as he inched closer. Just as he was a scant centimeter from her, he whispered, "Damnit, Ryo-chan, why do you make me feel this way?". He then closed the distance between them and brushed his lips against hers.
Ryoko's eyes shot open wide, and she stiffened at the first tentative brush against her lips, before relaxing into the soft pressure. Tasuki pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Tasuki . . ." She breathed, trying to stop the world from spinning.
Tasuki pressed his lips against hers again, this time with a bit more pressure, and Ryoko found herself kissing back. Tasuki's hand wound itself in her hair while Ryoko clutched onto the bandit's black coat. The two of them finally broke apart for what seemed like eternity, panting but looking completely satisfied. Ryoko smiled as she looked at Tasuki. "Thank you, Tasuki . . ."
Tasuki looked at her and gave her a fanged-grin and stood up as did she. Ryoko leaned against the railing and Tasuki slipped his arms around her waist. The two stood like that for a good amount of time, just enjoying the feel of being this close to each other, before Ryoko spoke up. "Gen-chan, why did you do that?"
Tasuki blinked before smiling and resting his head on Ryoko's shoulder. "When I see your tears, I can't stand it."
Ryoko giggled quietly, leaning back into Tasuki's arms. "You're really sweet beyond that bad-ass exterior." Tasuki laughed quietly too, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder.
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Biggest fluff moment I've ever written. Hope you like, minna-san! Part two will be out shortly!
SessyRyo: Oh, you just wait, Sessy-chan, you are going to be very surprised . . . *insert evil laughter.*
ElvenGoddess: Wow, you're going to go back and review every chapter?! Thank you sooooooooo very much!!! I'm glad you like this fic that much!
