Messing With Washuu's Inventions Has Advantages
Disclaimer: Okay, let's play pretend and say that I do own both wonderful series. If just for one day . . . *wistful sigh* If only in a dream . . .
Tsumi: Again, I'm so very sorry for how long this took; but there are good reasons for it! One: I had to actually find out what happens after Tamahome and Miaka leave for Tamahome's village (I've only seen half the TV series and a little bit more of the manga . . .). Two: The evil called school gave me projects that were due in two weeks, and I hadn't started them yet! (That and 'Age of Innocence' is damn confusing.) Stupid English assignments and stupid World History research paper. Good part 'bout the research paper though is that we were allowed to pick any topic we wanted. I chose the Meiji Restoration! ^-^ Three: Life's a bitch and mine had puppies. But I won't bother my faithful readers with my personal problems; my author's notes are too long as it is. Go read my Xanga page if you want details.
Onto the fic!
Chapter Eleven: Revenge, Reunions and Modesty
It took some time to pry Tamahome away from the merchant tables. He wanted to buy gifts for his siblings for not visiting them in so long. After Nuriko scared the daylights out of them at one, Tamahome thought it would be best to follow Kiyone's advice: bring his siblings along and have them pick out what they wanted.
As the four entered Tamahome's village, they could hear the faint sounds of children's cries and a humming sound. Tamahome stopped cold. "It couldn't be . . ." He said, taking off in a dead run toward his house, Miaka, Kiyone and Nuriko not far behind.
The closer they got to his home, the louder the wails and humming became. Finally reaching the small farm, they stopped and gaped for a moment.
"Amiboshi?!" Everyone but Kiyone exclaimed. Kiyone frowned thoughtfully for a second as 'Amiboshi' turned around.
He muttered a curse before smirking at Tamahome. "Suzaku Shichiseishi. It's an honor to meet you."
"Amiboshi, how could you?!" Miaka yelled.
"Simple, it's revenge." He said.
Kiyone pushed her way to the front and yelled. "Suboshi! What are you doing?!"
Suboshi was stunned for a few seconds. "Kiyone-san? . . ." His bewilderment soon dissolved into anger. "So you're on their side, huh? After everything I did to help you!"
"Suboshi, what are you talking about?" Kiyone said, clearly confused.
"After everything!" He continued. "You still allowed them," He pointed to Tamahome and Nuriko. "To hurt my aniki!"
"Suboshi, it's not like that . . ." Kiyone tried.
"Don't tell me lies! They hurt my aniki, so I'm going to kill those kids!" Nuriko grabbed Tamahome's arm before he could launch himself at Suboshi.
Kiyone still looked puzzled before realization hit her. "What has Nakago been telling you?"
Suboshi blinked in mild surprise before glaring at Kiyone again. "He said that you betrayed me, and were helping those Suzaku bastards to torture my aniki!"
Kiyone sighed. /God, Suboshi is gullible . . ./ "And you actually believed him?" Suboshi blinked again. "Suboshi, if anything happened to Amiboshi, wouldn't you have been able to feel it through your bond?" She didn't let Suboshi answer. "And why would you believe Nakago anyway? I mean, look at what he did to me!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "If you want to confirm it for yourself, write a message to your brother."
Suboshi was at a loss for words. The anger died from his eyes and his ryuuseisui dropped lifelessly to the ground. With a bewildered expression, he undid the wrappings on his arm and wrote, 'Aniki? Are you OK?'
A few moments later, a familiar sharp tingle shot up his arm with Amiboshi's reply. Suboshi looked at the writing for a few moments in complete surprise, before he bit his lip and sank down to his knees. "Gomen . . ." He whispered. "Gomen nasai . . ."
Kiyone kneeled down beside him. "Daijoubu, Suboshi . . . " She said, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. She gave a glance over to where the others stood. Tamahome was still being restrained by Nuriko, his character shining brightly, while Nuriko and Miaka looked scared that he was going to explode any minute.
Kiyone ignored him and gave Suboshi a smile. "If you want, we can take you to see him." Suboshi looked at Kiyone with astonishment and a bit of wonder. He nodded and stood up, smiling. She smiled back and turned to Tamahome. "Let's get your siblings, Tamahome."
Though Suboshi seemingly forgot about what he was going to do, Tamahome hadn't. If it wasn't for Nuriko's grip, he would have surely beat Suboshi black and blue by now. "Why the hell should we trust him?! Damnit Nuriko, let me GO! He was going to take away the lives of innocent children!"
Kiyone sighed yet again. "Tamahome, if you thought your family was being tortured, wouldn't you do the exact same thing?" She asked calmly. Tamahome blinked, and finally calmed down, the character 'Oni' fading.
Heading into the house, he was tackled by four very frightened children. Murmurs of "Niichan!" came from each of the children at one point or another, along with sobs and hiccups.
"Kishuku!" Tamahome's father looked at his son, then to Suboshi, then to Tamahome again.
"It's OK. There was just a . . . misunderstanding." Tamahome said. His father gave him a doubtful glance but decided not to follow that subject.
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"Kiyone-neechan, are we going to meet the emperor?" Yurien questioned.
Kiyone smiled. "Yes, Yurien. You also get to live in the palace. Won't that be fun?" Kiyone watched amused as Yurien's smile increased and she nodded enthusiastically. They had passed through the marketplace, and Tamahome, true to his word, had bought each of his siblings something. Yurien was quite happy with the new ball she got, and just being around Tamahome. Actually, thinking over the last statement, all of Tamahome's siblings loved to be around their 'Niichan'.
Speaking of older brothers . . .
Kiyone looked at the thoughtful Suboshi who walked beside her. /They may look alike, but Suboshi seems to be a bit more reckless then his brother./
Suboshi snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Kiyone. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked.
Kiyone smiled and shook her head. "I was just thinking about how much you and your brother differ in personality."
Suboshi blinked and looked back down at the ground. "Are you sure nothing's happened to him?" He asked quietly.
Kiyone blinked at the sudden uncertainty in the young Seriyuu Shichiseishi's voice. She gave him her most assuring smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm positive, Suboshi. No one's hurt your aniki."
Suboshi still looked slightly suspicious, but believed her, more or less. Kiyone sighed quietly and looked up to see that they had arrived at their destination.
The children looked in awe at the ship and didn't notice Mitsukake approach Tamahome's father. The healer gave him a smile. "I am glad to see you are feeling better, Sou-san." Tamahome's father smiled and gave his thanks.
Suboshi blinked as he caught sight of a very familiar person. " . . .aniki?" He choked out.
Amiboshi turned, shock written on his face as he caught sight of Suboshi. "Otouto . . ." he whispered.
"Aniki!" Suboshi launched himself into his brother's arms, sobbing quietly, bringing them both down to the ground.
Amiboshi did his best to calm his brother. "Hush, otouto. It's alright."
He could barely make out his twin's broken, muffled words. "I-I was s-s-o sc-cared! I t-thought they h-had huh-hurt you!"
"It's alright." Amiboshi repeated. "I'm here. No one's going to take me away from you, Shun-chan. Not now, not ever." Suboshi's sobs lessened slightly and resigned himself to just being held in his brother's arms. Amiboshi looked up at Kiyone. "Thank you." He said.
Kiyone shrugged. "I think he missed you more than you missed him, Ami-chan." She then left to give the reunited twins a bit of privacy. The flutist watched her go, a soft smile playing on his lips.
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Two hours later found the traveling party on their ship traveling toward Hokkan. Amiboshi had practically been forced to come along by his brother, saying that he 'could relate what the Seiryuu seishi are planning to the Suzaku seishi'.
He didn't mind, of course. He knew that Miaka would summon Suzaku and wish for peace between Konan and Kutou. That was all he ever wanted, for himself and his otouto to live in peace. And another good reason was because Kiyone was on the same ship.
He caught himself blushing lightly as he looked at her. She wasn't standing but fifty feet away, looking out at the sea while chatting with Nuriko, saying something to make the cross-dressing seishi laugh. Tamahome and Miaka had disappeared a while ago, while Ryoko had just recently taken a certain sea-sick bandit to his room. Mitsukake, Chiriko and Chichiri seemed to be in a deep conversation with each other.
It was at that serene moment that a certain demon came flying from the area where everyone's rooms were and grabbed Nuriko on the arm. "What the hell are you thinking, Nuriko?!"
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the upset demon and smirking Nuriko. "Why are you so upset, Ryoko-chan? I thought you'd be happy with it!"
Ryoko snorted. "You love this kind of thing, don't you, you back stabbing little fu-"
"Ryoko!" Kiyone interjected, pointing to Chiriko. Ryoko shut her mouth, but continued to glare at the mischievous Nuriko. Sighing, she rubbed her temples. "Why are you accusing Nuriko of whatever he did?"
Ryoko growled. "He," She glared again at Nuriko, "ended up putting Gen-chan and I in a room together . . ."
"So?"
"There's only one bed!"
Kiyone blinked and smirked at the slight blush on Ryoko's cheeks. "Well, I never thought that you'd be the modest type, Ryoko."
Ryoko blanched and turned an interesting shade of red. Nuriko just laughed, gently tugging his arm from Ryoko's grasp. "I thought you would have enjoyed what I did for you, Ryoko!" Ryoko became redder.
"Can't I share a room with Kiyone or Miaka?" she asked.
Nuriko shook his head. "Nope. Miaka's paired up with Tamahome, and I put Kiyone in Chichiri's room!"
"What?! You put me where?!"
It was now Kiyone's turn to blush red. Nuriko just smirked. "I'm sure you and Chichiri will figure out what to do." Kiyone had a sweatdrop rolling down her skull and was blushing furiously. Ryoko growled and began to chase the annoying seishi with her laser sword.
Chichiri, it seemed, wasn't doing any better than Kiyone. Every place on his head and neck that his mask didn't cover was bright red. He mumbled a highly-pitched 'da' before hastily excusing himself.
Kiyone sighed and sat down beside Amiboshi. "Things just keep getting more and more interesting . . ." She mumbled. "I feel like I'm in some kind of crazy soap opera." She looked over to Amiboshi and blinked, seeing that his fists were clenched and that he seemed to be glaring at Nuriko as he ran to and from on deck. "Amiboshi? Is everything alright?"
Amiboshi relaxed and smiled at Kiyone. "Everything's fine, Kiyone." Kiyone smiled back and Amiboshi turned his head to hide the blush that was threatening to appear.
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Finally, evening came and everyone retired to their rooms. Miaka and Tamahome shared one, Nuriko and Amiboshi, Chiriko and Mitsukake, Tasuki and Ryoko, and finally Kiyone and Chichiri.
Kiyone's initial plan to avoid any embarrassing or compromising situations was by changing into her sleep wear before Chichiri showed up. Of course, Nuriko had 'persuaded' her to try a Nuriko Special. One sip made her never want to look at alcohol again. Naturally, by the time she had gotten to Chichiri's and her room, he was already there. Sighing to herself, she resigned to changing behind the screen curtain in the room. Bringing her bag over, she dug though it and couldn't find her sleeping shirt anywhere. /Where?/ Then it hit her. /K'so! It's in Ryoko's bag!/ Not really feeling like walking in on a possible make-out session, she sighed and decided to take the only other available option. She walked out from behind the curtain. "Ano . . . Chichiri?"
"Hai, no da?" Chichiri said as he removed his kesa and placed it on the small table next to his kasa.
"I don't mean to be a burden, but I think my sleeping shirt is in Ryoko's bag . . ."
Kiyone blinked as something suddenly obscured her view. It was pulled off to be revealed as Chichiri's shirt, as the said monk stood in front of her, shirtless and smiling. "You can use this, no da. I'll manage with the blanket I brought."
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to-"
"You're not a burden, no da!" Kiyone blinked. "I don't mind at all, na no da." Kiyone blushed lightly and smiled before walking back behind the screen curtain. A few minutes later, Kiyone reemerged, this time, wearing Chichiri's shirt, and blushing slightly. Chichiri was sitting on the floor, meditating, or so Kiyone thought . . . until his face turned bright red.
"Is something wrong, Chichiri?" Kiyone asked, feeling a bit self conscious.
"No, it's just . . . I've never seen a girl wear my shirt before and . . . well . . . it looks very flattering on you, no da." Chichiri said quietly.
"Thank you." Kiyone said, not knowing what else she could say. A few moments of awkward silence, Kiyone sighed and said, "I'm going to bed."
Chichiri looked up as she laid down on the floor. "What are you doing, no da?"
"Going to sleep." Was the obvious reply.
Chichiri shook his head. "You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor no da."
"No, you take the bed. I'm fine here." Kiyone mumbled into her pillow.
"Fine no da." Kiyone blinked as he also laid down on the floor. He gave her a smile. "If you're sleeping on the floor, I will too." He turned so his back faced her. "Oyasumi nasai, no da."
Kiyone looked slightly surprised but smiled and said, "Oyasumi nasai, Chichiri."
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Tra la la, done!
SessyRyo-chan: And we enter the most common theme in FY: The love triangle/square/pentagon/infini-gon!
Animechick8: Hi again Kit-chan! Glad you liked this chapter, and big thanks to you and Monkeyball-chan for editing this chapter.
Brittany67: Won't you be surprised. *insert evil grin*
Burnedshadow: *sweatdrop at cackle* Oh God, another Tomo! *shutter* Kowaii . . . *shakes it off* I know, I tried watching ep. 17 again and was sorely disappointed to see that Ryoko-san wasn't in it. *sigh* Thanks, I thought I did a horrible job on the Star-Gazing festival . . . except for the Tas/Ryo scene in it.
Disclaimer: Okay, let's play pretend and say that I do own both wonderful series. If just for one day . . . *wistful sigh* If only in a dream . . .
Tsumi: Again, I'm so very sorry for how long this took; but there are good reasons for it! One: I had to actually find out what happens after Tamahome and Miaka leave for Tamahome's village (I've only seen half the TV series and a little bit more of the manga . . .). Two: The evil called school gave me projects that were due in two weeks, and I hadn't started them yet! (That and 'Age of Innocence' is damn confusing.) Stupid English assignments and stupid World History research paper. Good part 'bout the research paper though is that we were allowed to pick any topic we wanted. I chose the Meiji Restoration! ^-^ Three: Life's a bitch and mine had puppies. But I won't bother my faithful readers with my personal problems; my author's notes are too long as it is. Go read my Xanga page if you want details.
Onto the fic!
Chapter Eleven: Revenge, Reunions and Modesty
It took some time to pry Tamahome away from the merchant tables. He wanted to buy gifts for his siblings for not visiting them in so long. After Nuriko scared the daylights out of them at one, Tamahome thought it would be best to follow Kiyone's advice: bring his siblings along and have them pick out what they wanted.
As the four entered Tamahome's village, they could hear the faint sounds of children's cries and a humming sound. Tamahome stopped cold. "It couldn't be . . ." He said, taking off in a dead run toward his house, Miaka, Kiyone and Nuriko not far behind.
The closer they got to his home, the louder the wails and humming became. Finally reaching the small farm, they stopped and gaped for a moment.
"Amiboshi?!" Everyone but Kiyone exclaimed. Kiyone frowned thoughtfully for a second as 'Amiboshi' turned around.
He muttered a curse before smirking at Tamahome. "Suzaku Shichiseishi. It's an honor to meet you."
"Amiboshi, how could you?!" Miaka yelled.
"Simple, it's revenge." He said.
Kiyone pushed her way to the front and yelled. "Suboshi! What are you doing?!"
Suboshi was stunned for a few seconds. "Kiyone-san? . . ." His bewilderment soon dissolved into anger. "So you're on their side, huh? After everything I did to help you!"
"Suboshi, what are you talking about?" Kiyone said, clearly confused.
"After everything!" He continued. "You still allowed them," He pointed to Tamahome and Nuriko. "To hurt my aniki!"
"Suboshi, it's not like that . . ." Kiyone tried.
"Don't tell me lies! They hurt my aniki, so I'm going to kill those kids!" Nuriko grabbed Tamahome's arm before he could launch himself at Suboshi.
Kiyone still looked puzzled before realization hit her. "What has Nakago been telling you?"
Suboshi blinked in mild surprise before glaring at Kiyone again. "He said that you betrayed me, and were helping those Suzaku bastards to torture my aniki!"
Kiyone sighed. /God, Suboshi is gullible . . ./ "And you actually believed him?" Suboshi blinked again. "Suboshi, if anything happened to Amiboshi, wouldn't you have been able to feel it through your bond?" She didn't let Suboshi answer. "And why would you believe Nakago anyway? I mean, look at what he did to me!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "If you want to confirm it for yourself, write a message to your brother."
Suboshi was at a loss for words. The anger died from his eyes and his ryuuseisui dropped lifelessly to the ground. With a bewildered expression, he undid the wrappings on his arm and wrote, 'Aniki? Are you OK?'
A few moments later, a familiar sharp tingle shot up his arm with Amiboshi's reply. Suboshi looked at the writing for a few moments in complete surprise, before he bit his lip and sank down to his knees. "Gomen . . ." He whispered. "Gomen nasai . . ."
Kiyone kneeled down beside him. "Daijoubu, Suboshi . . . " She said, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. She gave a glance over to where the others stood. Tamahome was still being restrained by Nuriko, his character shining brightly, while Nuriko and Miaka looked scared that he was going to explode any minute.
Kiyone ignored him and gave Suboshi a smile. "If you want, we can take you to see him." Suboshi looked at Kiyone with astonishment and a bit of wonder. He nodded and stood up, smiling. She smiled back and turned to Tamahome. "Let's get your siblings, Tamahome."
Though Suboshi seemingly forgot about what he was going to do, Tamahome hadn't. If it wasn't for Nuriko's grip, he would have surely beat Suboshi black and blue by now. "Why the hell should we trust him?! Damnit Nuriko, let me GO! He was going to take away the lives of innocent children!"
Kiyone sighed yet again. "Tamahome, if you thought your family was being tortured, wouldn't you do the exact same thing?" She asked calmly. Tamahome blinked, and finally calmed down, the character 'Oni' fading.
Heading into the house, he was tackled by four very frightened children. Murmurs of "Niichan!" came from each of the children at one point or another, along with sobs and hiccups.
"Kishuku!" Tamahome's father looked at his son, then to Suboshi, then to Tamahome again.
"It's OK. There was just a . . . misunderstanding." Tamahome said. His father gave him a doubtful glance but decided not to follow that subject.
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"Kiyone-neechan, are we going to meet the emperor?" Yurien questioned.
Kiyone smiled. "Yes, Yurien. You also get to live in the palace. Won't that be fun?" Kiyone watched amused as Yurien's smile increased and she nodded enthusiastically. They had passed through the marketplace, and Tamahome, true to his word, had bought each of his siblings something. Yurien was quite happy with the new ball she got, and just being around Tamahome. Actually, thinking over the last statement, all of Tamahome's siblings loved to be around their 'Niichan'.
Speaking of older brothers . . .
Kiyone looked at the thoughtful Suboshi who walked beside her. /They may look alike, but Suboshi seems to be a bit more reckless then his brother./
Suboshi snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Kiyone. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked.
Kiyone smiled and shook her head. "I was just thinking about how much you and your brother differ in personality."
Suboshi blinked and looked back down at the ground. "Are you sure nothing's happened to him?" He asked quietly.
Kiyone blinked at the sudden uncertainty in the young Seriyuu Shichiseishi's voice. She gave him her most assuring smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm positive, Suboshi. No one's hurt your aniki."
Suboshi still looked slightly suspicious, but believed her, more or less. Kiyone sighed quietly and looked up to see that they had arrived at their destination.
The children looked in awe at the ship and didn't notice Mitsukake approach Tamahome's father. The healer gave him a smile. "I am glad to see you are feeling better, Sou-san." Tamahome's father smiled and gave his thanks.
Suboshi blinked as he caught sight of a very familiar person. " . . .aniki?" He choked out.
Amiboshi turned, shock written on his face as he caught sight of Suboshi. "Otouto . . ." he whispered.
"Aniki!" Suboshi launched himself into his brother's arms, sobbing quietly, bringing them both down to the ground.
Amiboshi did his best to calm his brother. "Hush, otouto. It's alright."
He could barely make out his twin's broken, muffled words. "I-I was s-s-o sc-cared! I t-thought they h-had huh-hurt you!"
"It's alright." Amiboshi repeated. "I'm here. No one's going to take me away from you, Shun-chan. Not now, not ever." Suboshi's sobs lessened slightly and resigned himself to just being held in his brother's arms. Amiboshi looked up at Kiyone. "Thank you." He said.
Kiyone shrugged. "I think he missed you more than you missed him, Ami-chan." She then left to give the reunited twins a bit of privacy. The flutist watched her go, a soft smile playing on his lips.
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Two hours later found the traveling party on their ship traveling toward Hokkan. Amiboshi had practically been forced to come along by his brother, saying that he 'could relate what the Seiryuu seishi are planning to the Suzaku seishi'.
He didn't mind, of course. He knew that Miaka would summon Suzaku and wish for peace between Konan and Kutou. That was all he ever wanted, for himself and his otouto to live in peace. And another good reason was because Kiyone was on the same ship.
He caught himself blushing lightly as he looked at her. She wasn't standing but fifty feet away, looking out at the sea while chatting with Nuriko, saying something to make the cross-dressing seishi laugh. Tamahome and Miaka had disappeared a while ago, while Ryoko had just recently taken a certain sea-sick bandit to his room. Mitsukake, Chiriko and Chichiri seemed to be in a deep conversation with each other.
It was at that serene moment that a certain demon came flying from the area where everyone's rooms were and grabbed Nuriko on the arm. "What the hell are you thinking, Nuriko?!"
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the upset demon and smirking Nuriko. "Why are you so upset, Ryoko-chan? I thought you'd be happy with it!"
Ryoko snorted. "You love this kind of thing, don't you, you back stabbing little fu-"
"Ryoko!" Kiyone interjected, pointing to Chiriko. Ryoko shut her mouth, but continued to glare at the mischievous Nuriko. Sighing, she rubbed her temples. "Why are you accusing Nuriko of whatever he did?"
Ryoko growled. "He," She glared again at Nuriko, "ended up putting Gen-chan and I in a room together . . ."
"So?"
"There's only one bed!"
Kiyone blinked and smirked at the slight blush on Ryoko's cheeks. "Well, I never thought that you'd be the modest type, Ryoko."
Ryoko blanched and turned an interesting shade of red. Nuriko just laughed, gently tugging his arm from Ryoko's grasp. "I thought you would have enjoyed what I did for you, Ryoko!" Ryoko became redder.
"Can't I share a room with Kiyone or Miaka?" she asked.
Nuriko shook his head. "Nope. Miaka's paired up with Tamahome, and I put Kiyone in Chichiri's room!"
"What?! You put me where?!"
It was now Kiyone's turn to blush red. Nuriko just smirked. "I'm sure you and Chichiri will figure out what to do." Kiyone had a sweatdrop rolling down her skull and was blushing furiously. Ryoko growled and began to chase the annoying seishi with her laser sword.
Chichiri, it seemed, wasn't doing any better than Kiyone. Every place on his head and neck that his mask didn't cover was bright red. He mumbled a highly-pitched 'da' before hastily excusing himself.
Kiyone sighed and sat down beside Amiboshi. "Things just keep getting more and more interesting . . ." She mumbled. "I feel like I'm in some kind of crazy soap opera." She looked over to Amiboshi and blinked, seeing that his fists were clenched and that he seemed to be glaring at Nuriko as he ran to and from on deck. "Amiboshi? Is everything alright?"
Amiboshi relaxed and smiled at Kiyone. "Everything's fine, Kiyone." Kiyone smiled back and Amiboshi turned his head to hide the blush that was threatening to appear.
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Finally, evening came and everyone retired to their rooms. Miaka and Tamahome shared one, Nuriko and Amiboshi, Chiriko and Mitsukake, Tasuki and Ryoko, and finally Kiyone and Chichiri.
Kiyone's initial plan to avoid any embarrassing or compromising situations was by changing into her sleep wear before Chichiri showed up. Of course, Nuriko had 'persuaded' her to try a Nuriko Special. One sip made her never want to look at alcohol again. Naturally, by the time she had gotten to Chichiri's and her room, he was already there. Sighing to herself, she resigned to changing behind the screen curtain in the room. Bringing her bag over, she dug though it and couldn't find her sleeping shirt anywhere. /Where?/ Then it hit her. /K'so! It's in Ryoko's bag!/ Not really feeling like walking in on a possible make-out session, she sighed and decided to take the only other available option. She walked out from behind the curtain. "Ano . . . Chichiri?"
"Hai, no da?" Chichiri said as he removed his kesa and placed it on the small table next to his kasa.
"I don't mean to be a burden, but I think my sleeping shirt is in Ryoko's bag . . ."
Kiyone blinked as something suddenly obscured her view. It was pulled off to be revealed as Chichiri's shirt, as the said monk stood in front of her, shirtless and smiling. "You can use this, no da. I'll manage with the blanket I brought."
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to-"
"You're not a burden, no da!" Kiyone blinked. "I don't mind at all, na no da." Kiyone blushed lightly and smiled before walking back behind the screen curtain. A few minutes later, Kiyone reemerged, this time, wearing Chichiri's shirt, and blushing slightly. Chichiri was sitting on the floor, meditating, or so Kiyone thought . . . until his face turned bright red.
"Is something wrong, Chichiri?" Kiyone asked, feeling a bit self conscious.
"No, it's just . . . I've never seen a girl wear my shirt before and . . . well . . . it looks very flattering on you, no da." Chichiri said quietly.
"Thank you." Kiyone said, not knowing what else she could say. A few moments of awkward silence, Kiyone sighed and said, "I'm going to bed."
Chichiri looked up as she laid down on the floor. "What are you doing, no da?"
"Going to sleep." Was the obvious reply.
Chichiri shook his head. "You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor no da."
"No, you take the bed. I'm fine here." Kiyone mumbled into her pillow.
"Fine no da." Kiyone blinked as he also laid down on the floor. He gave her a smile. "If you're sleeping on the floor, I will too." He turned so his back faced her. "Oyasumi nasai, no da."
Kiyone looked slightly surprised but smiled and said, "Oyasumi nasai, Chichiri."
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Tra la la, done!
SessyRyo-chan: And we enter the most common theme in FY: The love triangle/square/pentagon/infini-gon!
Animechick8: Hi again Kit-chan! Glad you liked this chapter, and big thanks to you and Monkeyball-chan for editing this chapter.
Brittany67: Won't you be surprised. *insert evil grin*
Burnedshadow: *sweatdrop at cackle* Oh God, another Tomo! *shutter* Kowaii . . . *shakes it off* I know, I tried watching ep. 17 again and was sorely disappointed to see that Ryoko-san wasn't in it. *sigh* Thanks, I thought I did a horrible job on the Star-Gazing festival . . . except for the Tas/Ryo scene in it.
