Guess Who's Back?
By: Tomo Kakashi
Disclaimer: I am not Yu Watase, meaning simply that I do not own FY. Have a nice day.
Genrou grouchily made his way to his room, the room he used to stay in before Miaka left. He didn't know why Nuriko insisted on dragging him here, and he sure didn't like it. Why did Hotohori need to see him so badly?
Genrou slammed open his bedroom door. Nuriko HAD been able to drag them to the Palace before morning, through bushes and trees and swamps...He flopped onto his bed tiredly and allowed his drooping, amber eyes to close...
Chapter Two: Miaka's back
As Genrou opened his eyes, he noticed an angry, puple haired woman was slapping him!
"N-Nuriko! What the Hell?!" he demanded, shaking the now-transformed woman off of him. "What did you think you were DOING?!"
"The Emporer wanted me to wake you! You sleep so damned late! It's already AFTERNOON! The meeting's about to start!" Nuriko veined angrily, storming off, leaving Genrou's head full of unanswered questions.
'Why does Hotohori wanna meet me?' he thought to himself, staring at the spot Nuriko was just in, as the door quietly shut behind the beautiful woman.
Genrou got dressed, ready to meet the Emporer, and made his way down the hallway after Nuriko. The halls were so huge, they were wide and long, red and gold carpeting adorned the stone floors. Genrou always liked how this place never looked shabby, like his own place, but somehow he liked it better in a dump...
Or in the woods, camping with Chichiri.
Chichiri....How Genrou missed him...They were such good friends, always together....
As Genrou entered the meeting lounge, he noticed Tamahome smirking at him. Genrou growled.
"WHAT?! It's YOU!" and the two soon began quarrelling.
"AHEM!" Hotohori grabbed their attention. The two stopped and Genrou sat. He looked around again. Tamahome, Chiriko, Nuriko, Mitsukake, Hotohori...But...Where was the other of the Suzaku Seven? Where was Chichiri....?
Genrou quickly turned to the Emporer. "What's going on?! Where's Chichiri?!" Hotohori and the others looked saddened.
"About that...Chichiri....We haven't been able to find him...We thought he'd just be wandering around, but we checked in with Taitsukun and she said he hasn't visited or even tried communicating with her...In months..." Hotohori broke the news to Genrou.
Genrou just stared at the wall in front of him. Chichiri was never so irresponsible! Chichiri may have been a little wacky, but he always checked in with his old teacher....
Genrou quickly turned his head to speak with the Emporer. "What do you mean?! He's been MISSING for MONTHS?! And no one told me, or even LOOKED?!" Genrou was angry. Genrou was easily angrered, but when it came to something being wrong with Chichiri....
He was closer to Chichiri than he was to any of the other of the Suzaku Seven, he was closer to Chichiri than he was ANYONE! When he realized that no one was going to answer his demands, he got up from his red velvet chair and ran out of the room.
"Where're you going?!" Nuriko asked the flame-haired man. Genrou turned around.
"To find Houjin Ri." he simply said, using Chichiri's given name. The others stared, Nuriko and Tamahome jumping up to chase after him. Hotohori was the only one who remained calm.
"We knew this was how he'd react. We all know how he is...." he sighed. How could anyone expect Genrou to act any different when finding out about this? "This reminds me...." Hotohori said wistfully, "Miaka is coming back today. Miaka and Yui."
Tamahome smiled. "Yeah! I nearly forgot! With all this bad news and whatnot!"
Hotohori's grim face remained. Normally, he would have been happy that Miaka was coming back, too, but things had changed. Over the past month since Miaka's last visit, his feelings changed for her. He now thought of her as a friend, or a younger sister, perhaps. He knew not where is heart belonged...Miaka never would have truely loved him, anyway, not with Tamahome there with her, always...
Nuriko noticed that Hotohori wasn't being his usual chipper self about Miaka. "What is it, Emporer?" she asked the hunched over man, a slight blush on her face. She rarely got to talk to him anymore, even though she had become a woman!
"Nuriko...I was thinking.....Now that you're a woman...Why not re-join my herum (SP?)?" Hotohori blushed a bit, and Nuriko's eyes became bright pink hearts and her face became crimson.
"Emporer! Surely you don't mean it!" she said, hands clasped to her heart, praying it was not a dream.
"I do," Hotohori smiled at her, "And please, call me "Hotohori"..."
Nuriko fainted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Damn it!" complained the orange-headed bandit, kicking a stone along the path. "Where the Hell am I going, anyway?!" he had been walking in the same manner for about two hours, and he still had no clue where he was headed....The path he was following just reminded him, somehow, of the blue-haired monk....The monk he had grown so fond of, the monk he had grown to love.
Genrou stopped complaining to think about Chichiri...."Houjin Ri..." thought the bandit to himself, "Where are you? Don't you know how much I've missed you, ever since Miaka went into that damned book again...? That was the last time we met together....I have so longed to see you....To see your face without the mask, see your hidden emotions...I wonder...." wistfully he thought, "If you feel the same...about me?"
~*~*~*~~*~*
"Miaka! You're back!" Nuriko smiled widely. Miaka backed away.
"N-Nuriko...Why are you being....So friendly?" the brunette asked suspiciously.
"Follow me and I'll tell you ALL about it!" grined the purple haired woman.
TBC
--Mrs. K.
By: Tomo Kakashi
Disclaimer: I am not Yu Watase, meaning simply that I do not own FY. Have a nice day.
Genrou grouchily made his way to his room, the room he used to stay in before Miaka left. He didn't know why Nuriko insisted on dragging him here, and he sure didn't like it. Why did Hotohori need to see him so badly?
Genrou slammed open his bedroom door. Nuriko HAD been able to drag them to the Palace before morning, through bushes and trees and swamps...He flopped onto his bed tiredly and allowed his drooping, amber eyes to close...
Chapter Two: Miaka's back
As Genrou opened his eyes, he noticed an angry, puple haired woman was slapping him!
"N-Nuriko! What the Hell?!" he demanded, shaking the now-transformed woman off of him. "What did you think you were DOING?!"
"The Emporer wanted me to wake you! You sleep so damned late! It's already AFTERNOON! The meeting's about to start!" Nuriko veined angrily, storming off, leaving Genrou's head full of unanswered questions.
'Why does Hotohori wanna meet me?' he thought to himself, staring at the spot Nuriko was just in, as the door quietly shut behind the beautiful woman.
Genrou got dressed, ready to meet the Emporer, and made his way down the hallway after Nuriko. The halls were so huge, they were wide and long, red and gold carpeting adorned the stone floors. Genrou always liked how this place never looked shabby, like his own place, but somehow he liked it better in a dump...
Or in the woods, camping with Chichiri.
Chichiri....How Genrou missed him...They were such good friends, always together....
As Genrou entered the meeting lounge, he noticed Tamahome smirking at him. Genrou growled.
"WHAT?! It's YOU!" and the two soon began quarrelling.
"AHEM!" Hotohori grabbed their attention. The two stopped and Genrou sat. He looked around again. Tamahome, Chiriko, Nuriko, Mitsukake, Hotohori...But...Where was the other of the Suzaku Seven? Where was Chichiri....?
Genrou quickly turned to the Emporer. "What's going on?! Where's Chichiri?!" Hotohori and the others looked saddened.
"About that...Chichiri....We haven't been able to find him...We thought he'd just be wandering around, but we checked in with Taitsukun and she said he hasn't visited or even tried communicating with her...In months..." Hotohori broke the news to Genrou.
Genrou just stared at the wall in front of him. Chichiri was never so irresponsible! Chichiri may have been a little wacky, but he always checked in with his old teacher....
Genrou quickly turned his head to speak with the Emporer. "What do you mean?! He's been MISSING for MONTHS?! And no one told me, or even LOOKED?!" Genrou was angry. Genrou was easily angrered, but when it came to something being wrong with Chichiri....
He was closer to Chichiri than he was to any of the other of the Suzaku Seven, he was closer to Chichiri than he was ANYONE! When he realized that no one was going to answer his demands, he got up from his red velvet chair and ran out of the room.
"Where're you going?!" Nuriko asked the flame-haired man. Genrou turned around.
"To find Houjin Ri." he simply said, using Chichiri's given name. The others stared, Nuriko and Tamahome jumping up to chase after him. Hotohori was the only one who remained calm.
"We knew this was how he'd react. We all know how he is...." he sighed. How could anyone expect Genrou to act any different when finding out about this? "This reminds me...." Hotohori said wistfully, "Miaka is coming back today. Miaka and Yui."
Tamahome smiled. "Yeah! I nearly forgot! With all this bad news and whatnot!"
Hotohori's grim face remained. Normally, he would have been happy that Miaka was coming back, too, but things had changed. Over the past month since Miaka's last visit, his feelings changed for her. He now thought of her as a friend, or a younger sister, perhaps. He knew not where is heart belonged...Miaka never would have truely loved him, anyway, not with Tamahome there with her, always...
Nuriko noticed that Hotohori wasn't being his usual chipper self about Miaka. "What is it, Emporer?" she asked the hunched over man, a slight blush on her face. She rarely got to talk to him anymore, even though she had become a woman!
"Nuriko...I was thinking.....Now that you're a woman...Why not re-join my herum (SP?)?" Hotohori blushed a bit, and Nuriko's eyes became bright pink hearts and her face became crimson.
"Emporer! Surely you don't mean it!" she said, hands clasped to her heart, praying it was not a dream.
"I do," Hotohori smiled at her, "And please, call me "Hotohori"..."
Nuriko fainted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Damn it!" complained the orange-headed bandit, kicking a stone along the path. "Where the Hell am I going, anyway?!" he had been walking in the same manner for about two hours, and he still had no clue where he was headed....The path he was following just reminded him, somehow, of the blue-haired monk....The monk he had grown so fond of, the monk he had grown to love.
Genrou stopped complaining to think about Chichiri...."Houjin Ri..." thought the bandit to himself, "Where are you? Don't you know how much I've missed you, ever since Miaka went into that damned book again...? That was the last time we met together....I have so longed to see you....To see your face without the mask, see your hidden emotions...I wonder...." wistfully he thought, "If you feel the same...about me?"
~*~*~*~~*~*
"Miaka! You're back!" Nuriko smiled widely. Miaka backed away.
"N-Nuriko...Why are you being....So friendly?" the brunette asked suspiciously.
"Follow me and I'll tell you ALL about it!" grined the purple haired woman.
TBC
--Mrs. K.