a/n: Hello, again, my wonderful readers/reviewers. Sorry I haven't updated
in so long, especially to Scarlet who was expecting an update soon. Gomen.
But see between getting my wisdom teeth pulled, having family over, and
celebrating my birthday (yay!) I kind of had to put this on hold. Actually
I had the bulk of it done a long time ago, but I froze when it came time to
write the last scene. Anyway, there's a flashback in this chapter that's
basically separated because it's all indented. Just so you know. Alright,
I'll let you read the chapter already. I hope you like it and that it was
worth the wait.
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Flower Gathering
::Wrong Enemy::
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Had she really just done it? Fuuko couldn't believe the energy that coursed through her body. She'd never been so brash before, which was a statement in itself. In fact, she felt more like Recca in that room than herself. Still, she knew more trouble lay ahead as a loathing knot began forming in her stomach. Hadn't she learned anything about respect and honor? She stared at the immobile boy in front of her. He had yet to stir since he was placed in this room. Fuuko studied the sleeping figure awhile, but her mind continued to wander into the recent past, to her meeting with the priests of the temple.
Fuuko kneeled in front of the head priest. Four other priests and miko
sat to the side of her; each set a scrutinizing gaze upon this
disobedient girl. Her annoyance at being studied escaped in a
suppressed growl, checking herself in the repugnant situation she was
already in. The priest began.
"Fuuko-chan, it seems you are more troubled then we thought. No matter
the discipline we have dealt upon you, you still seem to be noncompliant
with the code we live by. When you came to us as a girl of four years
we immediately recognized a similar restlessness in your soul. We
agreed to let you study martial arts in hopes that you would become more
reserved. But after the violence your soul turned to today, I am afraid
we were wrong. I cannot think of a better punishment for this matter
than for you to practice patience and your healing powers by tending to
the poor gentleman you attacked single-handedly. If you ever intend on
becoming a true miko, as you wanted when you entered this establishment,
you need to show us true understanding of all your education and act
according to what you have learned here."
"Yes, sensei." But Fuuko failed to stir. Instead, she glared at her
superior as a barrage of emotions surged throughout her mind. "Keep in
mind though."
Fuuko, what are you doing?
"I was never compelled to become a miko."
You can't say this; not to them.
"If not for my uncle I would never have come up the mountain to this
place."
She suppressed tears as her emotions spilled upon the floor. Finally
she had the strength to say what had burrowed itself in her heart for
twelve years.
"I try so hard to make you happy yet for reasons you would never
understand, things happen. That situation today, I regret not in the
least. If this training stands for anything within myself, it is that I
should do what my heart believes. I will become a miko despite what you
say, but keep in mind that if you ever use the desire that brought me
into training as a ploy to force me into obedience, I'd as soon as quit
than lower myself into a submissive dog."
The room was completely silent as the priests and miko remained shocked
at Fuuko's response where none was desired. A solitary tear escaped
from repression and slid down Fuuko's cheek, landing on the wood planks.
In a nearly inaudible whisper the words "I've done it" danced off
Fuuko's lips. She lifted herself out of the room and slid the door
closed behind her.
Fuuko dreaded her next encounter with the heads of the shrine. In an attempt to disperse her nerves Fuuko once again focused on the sleeping boy in front of her. She'd barely exerted any force on him yet he'd dropped unconscious. It was too unbelievable unless the ninja wasn't as well- trained as he appeared. Still, he didn't look that beat up either, considering she'd connected every punch. Once again Fuuko blamed the boy for her misfortune. How was she supposed to know that someone dressed like a ninja couldn't even fight? As she glared at the unconscious body, she suddenly saw a flicker of movement but that was all. The boy then resumed his death-like slumber.
If anything this false stirring only further enraged the uncharacteristic miko, so much so that she exhaled in a loud whisper, "Are you going to sleep all day?!" Fuuko shut her eyes, deciding to rest before the useless fraud awoke.
To her dismay, though, an energized male voice replied, "Not really. It's just that you stormed in here so quickly that I was waiting for the right time to tell you that I was awake."
As a reflex, Fuuko punched at the ninja again, but he dodged easily. A little too easily.
"Aren't you supposed to be injured?" Fuuko's death-glare caught Raiha guilty as he had shot out of bed with ease. Understanding his mistake Raiha bent over, moaning and grabbing his stomach, where Fuuko had forcefully located her fists during the one-way brawl. Unconvinced by his theatrics Fuuko smacked the back of his head.
"It's all your stupid melodramatic ass's fault I'm in this mess. First you get me muddy and late so I have to do every unspeakable chore in this crappy place of a shrine. Then you attack me into beating you up for which I lost my temper and have to tend to your sorry, whimpy carcass. And now you waltz in here trying to take my sword." With every "you" Fuuko's voice rose higher in volume, and she prodded Raiha harder with her forefinger.
In return Raiha wore an uncomfortable grin on his face. He was momentarily pressed against rice paper in his attempts to escape the enraged purple- haired maiden. "I never said I was here for the sword."
"Really?!" Fuuko eyed him skeptically.
Rushing his answer in a cheerful tone, "Yea.I was sent by Sakoshita-sempai to protect you."
She flicked her finger against his forehead. "Good try, but I don't need any protection."
Just then the true miko of the shrine Neon stepped into the room. Taking this opportunity to expose the blue-haired fraud, Fuuko grabbed Neon by the arm, "Neon-san, this guy is just faking injuries. See, he's standing right here." As Fuuko turned around she realized that Raiha, rather than standing behind her, was collapsed in bed groaning and curled into a ball.
"Fuuko-chan," coldly came from Neon's lips. Fuuko faced the miko loathing what came next. "Your behavior as of late has deteriorated significantly. The manner in which you disrespected sensei in the conference room can no longer be tolerated. I'd hoped that after having a week's worth of punishment you'd have lost your bout of childishness that had been unseen in quite some time. And now it seems you're being irresponsible again. The entirety of the shrine witnessed your animalistic explosion on this gentleman and now you attempt to relieve yourself of punishment by claiming he is perfectly fine in spite of his clear demonstration of pain. Be careful or you may remain an apprentice miko forever, a failure to this shrine. Now, if you'll excuse me."
"But." Neon exited as swiftly as she came, glancing a downcast eye at the girl on her way out. Fuuko bit her lip in dismay.
It is so like Neon to look at one side of the story. She always looks
down on others just because they are apprentices when her
nearsightedness on issues certainly pust blemishes of ignorance within
her own flawless complexion.
Fuuko almost sighed as an expression of her defeat when she remembered she had company. Turning to the catalyst of her misery, Fuuko snarled, "You can't play sick forever. When you can't hide under that front I will make sure you never see me again, and you will never get my sword." That said Fuuko stormed out, leaving Raiha alone the rest of the night.
It seems that staying here will be harder than I thought.
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The past day had seemed so quiet. It certainly hadn't equaled the attention and time spent worrying over Fuuko's situation. As Recca sat on the porch of the shop going over some weapons' diagrams, he'd been lost in thoughts rather than focusing on his studies that Sakoshita thrust upon him as the only way he could stay with Yanagi.
Heh.Fuuko's such an idiot. Of course she'll be fine. She's probably
giving that stupid idiot blue-haired guy a beating to restructure his
face. Fuuko is definitely a person to take care of herself. She
wouldn't need me there to protect her. No way. Humph, why should
Sakoshita-sensei be thinking about her all the time? Fuuko's Fuuko.
She'll be fine, I'm sure.
Hell erupted two nights ago as Recca cursed Sakoshita-sensei for not allowing him to guard Fuuko. He didn't care if she, being the obstinate oaf she was, refused his services. What was friendship worth if not to help during times of need? Clearly Fuuko'd been too nonchalant even cheerful about the situation to truly be unmoved.
Recca turned back toward the counter. Sakoshita had stepped into the back to get something. With all the customers coming for repairs and equipment he'd certainly be unnoticed if he left for a while. Deciding on this course of action Recca shuffled away his papers and set off on his own errand.
If anything Sakoshita-sensei would be relieved upon hearing a full
report on Fuuko's well-being. Yes, that's it. I am going to put
sensei's mind at ease since he cannot go himself.
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Yanagi strolled through the marketplace. The sounds of bargaining and gossiping mingled together into a warm buzz. For once she found herself alone. Usually Recca bent backwards in order to escort her but since her father had threatened him with his studies Recca could only mope about the shop while she browsed for groceries. Being absorbed in the fresh shipment of fish Yanagi failed to realize she was watched. From above Kurei followed her every movement. Just as the female was going to pay for her selection, Kurei leapt down from the rooftop.
"I'll pay for that, sir. Here." Kurei shoved an assortment of bills more than twice the cost, waving the fish monger away so he could concentrate on the girl beside him.
"May I know the name of this beautiful maiden?"
Yanagi's senses betrayed her as she blushed profusely. "Sakoshita Yanagi. And you are?"
"Just call me.Hiro." Kurei flashed a grin at Yanagi. Certainly there was no need to tell her who he really was just in case that nuisance Raiha visits her father. Yanagi stared at the stranger feeling scared by his zeal.
"So, what is a flower like you doing alone in the marketplace? It must be intimidating being in a crowd full of strangers." With that said Kurei pressed Yanagi's back with his palm, ushering her down the path he made through the marketplace.
As they emerged from the shopping district Yanagi attempted to escape from Kurei's grasp. "Excuse me. I have to go home now."
"What's the rush?" Kurei refused to let her escape. "Let me at least walk you part of the way."
Yanagi suppressed her desire to scream and responded timidly, "Actually.I have a boyfriend already. If he sees you he'll probably attack you."
Kurei played innocent, "Now you having a boyfriend has nothing to do with anything. We're just friends after all." With that Kurei lowered his gaze into hers as he released her from his grip. Locking eyes Yanagi felt herself redden once again with the wonderment that the man might kiss her. Before anything could happen Kurei suddenly leapt away without even a goodbye. Instead, pressed in Yanagi's hand lay a beautiful red tulip.
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Sunlight flooded through the door as Raiha opened up to a new day. Surely things would go better than they had yesterday. Although he'd really not been very hurt by Fuuko's attacks, his body was slightly sore from trying to act helpless and allowing Fuuko's punches to connect, if not just briefly. As he stretched and tore through his long blue hair haphazardly, he heard a loud yawn from the room next door.
Raiha turned for the first time to his right. Was he seeing things correctly? His room had magically shrunk to half its size during the night. Well, he soon realized it wasn't so much magic but a temporary screen placed as a divider in his room.
"Hmm.hm........hm..," a melodious chord floated through the thin divider as Raiha scooted closer. Surely the owner of such a beautiful voice was a lonely miko just waiting for companionship. Raiha neared in curiosity.
"Ack!" A shoe flew toward the ninja, badly aimed at that. Instead of hitting the atrocious spy, ruckus ensued as the shoe knocked over the temporary divider. Missing her target the enraged maiden next launched her body atop the confused ninja. Raiha was sightly taken aback by the voluptuous figure pressed against his until he noticed the volcano red face of none other than his previous assailant, Kirisawa Fuuko.
I can't believe he peeked over the screen. Hentai!
"Can't you just stay on your side of the room? Don't you know any courtesy- I would expect ninjas to have basic knowledge of chivalry. Get out of my side of the room." Despite her angry words Fuuko still lay atop Raiha.
Surveying his surrounding Raiha declared, "Actually, Fuuko-chan, you're on my side of the room."
Further angered by the realization of the smart remark, Fuuko pounced onto her side.
It's hard enough that I have to sleep in the same room as him. Ugh.
He's such a happy idiot with his stupid remarks. Why I'm here I may
never know. I mean he doesn't even need any medical attention.
Meanwhile Raiha stared blankly as the fuming miko muttered indecipherable phrases under her breath.
Surely my job got much easier. If she's in the same room then I'll know
the second Kurei steps into the door. Ara?
A whack landed on Raiha's head. "Stop staring at me! I'm going to breakfast."..."You can come if you want. I don't care." And she left the room head slightly higher than usual.
Raiha rushed after her. As he tried to catch up to her Fuuko walked briskly away ignoring the boy's incessant screams of her name. "Fuuko- chan! Fuuko- chan! Wait for your knight."
As the other mikos emerged from their rooms they witnessed the dashing man passing through the hall. Pink blush filled the shrine and sighs appeared everywhere.
"Fuuko-neesan is so lucky. If only I'd been the one to attack him. Then he'd chase me around instead."
"I know. Ooh, he is too cute."
Giggles ensued as every girl confessed her desire to switch places with Fuuko. Upon hearing these statements Fuuko only grew angrier.
Idiot girls. Mikos are supposed to swear off men anyway. What kind of
training have they endured if they love the first boy who stays in
the.Ack!
A sharp tug of her robe launched Fuuko's head into Raiha's chest. As she looked up at him from this skewed view he said, "I told you to wait for me. What kind of attendant are you if you don't patiently care for your attendee?"
"Grr." Fuuko snarled at the boy. Just as she roughly pulled herself up, freeing her robe from Raiha's hands, she heard a "FUU-KO!"
None other than spiky-haired Recca came bouncing into the place. Pushing Raiha aside he said, "Hey! Sakoshita-sensei wanted me to check on how you were doing."
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"Muahahahaha."
A confused pair of ninjas stared as the purple-haired maiden who once again betrayed her demure clothing and radiant looks to pitch back her head and cackle violently. Before they could drain the awe from their faces, Fuuko yanked the front of Raiha's robe whispering, "Now you will be revealed" then louder, "Come on Recca!"
The three: one walking triumphantly and two stumbling behind, approached the dining room. Fuuko threw aside the doors, launched Raiha forward, and declared, "Neon-sama this idiot is not a safe person to have in the shrine. He plans on killing me and looting my possessions. My family has sent Hanabishi Recca to clear up this problem."
A bewildered crowd turned to a more bewildered Recca as Fuuko, basking in triumph, held tighter to Raiha, rattling his robe in victory. Silence.
Confidence slightly faltered within Fuuko's deep cyan orbs. "Tell them Recca."
"Uh.actually, Fuuko, Sakoshita-sensei wanted Raiha-kun to come here as your bodyguard."
Well, that's it. If you have the time please tell me your thoughts. They really do matter. Oh, and to Scarlet, who had a question about the title of the last chapter. Well, if you ever saw the Japanese version of Sailor Moon Usagi always called Mamoru Mamo-chan. That's basically where I learned it's meaning. It means "my little protector" or something of the sort. So chapter three's title was "Battery of her Little Protector." I'm sure you understand the meaning now. Also, as you found out this chapter, the only reason that Fuuko could beat up Raiha is because he was faking it. Muahahaha.Raiha is such a schemer. Don't hesitate to ask me any other questions if the story confuses anybody. I'll try to update real soon.
Flower Gathering
::Wrong Enemy::
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Had she really just done it? Fuuko couldn't believe the energy that coursed through her body. She'd never been so brash before, which was a statement in itself. In fact, she felt more like Recca in that room than herself. Still, she knew more trouble lay ahead as a loathing knot began forming in her stomach. Hadn't she learned anything about respect and honor? She stared at the immobile boy in front of her. He had yet to stir since he was placed in this room. Fuuko studied the sleeping figure awhile, but her mind continued to wander into the recent past, to her meeting with the priests of the temple.
Fuuko kneeled in front of the head priest. Four other priests and miko
sat to the side of her; each set a scrutinizing gaze upon this
disobedient girl. Her annoyance at being studied escaped in a
suppressed growl, checking herself in the repugnant situation she was
already in. The priest began.
"Fuuko-chan, it seems you are more troubled then we thought. No matter
the discipline we have dealt upon you, you still seem to be noncompliant
with the code we live by. When you came to us as a girl of four years
we immediately recognized a similar restlessness in your soul. We
agreed to let you study martial arts in hopes that you would become more
reserved. But after the violence your soul turned to today, I am afraid
we were wrong. I cannot think of a better punishment for this matter
than for you to practice patience and your healing powers by tending to
the poor gentleman you attacked single-handedly. If you ever intend on
becoming a true miko, as you wanted when you entered this establishment,
you need to show us true understanding of all your education and act
according to what you have learned here."
"Yes, sensei." But Fuuko failed to stir. Instead, she glared at her
superior as a barrage of emotions surged throughout her mind. "Keep in
mind though."
Fuuko, what are you doing?
"I was never compelled to become a miko."
You can't say this; not to them.
"If not for my uncle I would never have come up the mountain to this
place."
She suppressed tears as her emotions spilled upon the floor. Finally
she had the strength to say what had burrowed itself in her heart for
twelve years.
"I try so hard to make you happy yet for reasons you would never
understand, things happen. That situation today, I regret not in the
least. If this training stands for anything within myself, it is that I
should do what my heart believes. I will become a miko despite what you
say, but keep in mind that if you ever use the desire that brought me
into training as a ploy to force me into obedience, I'd as soon as quit
than lower myself into a submissive dog."
The room was completely silent as the priests and miko remained shocked
at Fuuko's response where none was desired. A solitary tear escaped
from repression and slid down Fuuko's cheek, landing on the wood planks.
In a nearly inaudible whisper the words "I've done it" danced off
Fuuko's lips. She lifted herself out of the room and slid the door
closed behind her.
Fuuko dreaded her next encounter with the heads of the shrine. In an attempt to disperse her nerves Fuuko once again focused on the sleeping boy in front of her. She'd barely exerted any force on him yet he'd dropped unconscious. It was too unbelievable unless the ninja wasn't as well- trained as he appeared. Still, he didn't look that beat up either, considering she'd connected every punch. Once again Fuuko blamed the boy for her misfortune. How was she supposed to know that someone dressed like a ninja couldn't even fight? As she glared at the unconscious body, she suddenly saw a flicker of movement but that was all. The boy then resumed his death-like slumber.
If anything this false stirring only further enraged the uncharacteristic miko, so much so that she exhaled in a loud whisper, "Are you going to sleep all day?!" Fuuko shut her eyes, deciding to rest before the useless fraud awoke.
To her dismay, though, an energized male voice replied, "Not really. It's just that you stormed in here so quickly that I was waiting for the right time to tell you that I was awake."
As a reflex, Fuuko punched at the ninja again, but he dodged easily. A little too easily.
"Aren't you supposed to be injured?" Fuuko's death-glare caught Raiha guilty as he had shot out of bed with ease. Understanding his mistake Raiha bent over, moaning and grabbing his stomach, where Fuuko had forcefully located her fists during the one-way brawl. Unconvinced by his theatrics Fuuko smacked the back of his head.
"It's all your stupid melodramatic ass's fault I'm in this mess. First you get me muddy and late so I have to do every unspeakable chore in this crappy place of a shrine. Then you attack me into beating you up for which I lost my temper and have to tend to your sorry, whimpy carcass. And now you waltz in here trying to take my sword." With every "you" Fuuko's voice rose higher in volume, and she prodded Raiha harder with her forefinger.
In return Raiha wore an uncomfortable grin on his face. He was momentarily pressed against rice paper in his attempts to escape the enraged purple- haired maiden. "I never said I was here for the sword."
"Really?!" Fuuko eyed him skeptically.
Rushing his answer in a cheerful tone, "Yea.I was sent by Sakoshita-sempai to protect you."
She flicked her finger against his forehead. "Good try, but I don't need any protection."
Just then the true miko of the shrine Neon stepped into the room. Taking this opportunity to expose the blue-haired fraud, Fuuko grabbed Neon by the arm, "Neon-san, this guy is just faking injuries. See, he's standing right here." As Fuuko turned around she realized that Raiha, rather than standing behind her, was collapsed in bed groaning and curled into a ball.
"Fuuko-chan," coldly came from Neon's lips. Fuuko faced the miko loathing what came next. "Your behavior as of late has deteriorated significantly. The manner in which you disrespected sensei in the conference room can no longer be tolerated. I'd hoped that after having a week's worth of punishment you'd have lost your bout of childishness that had been unseen in quite some time. And now it seems you're being irresponsible again. The entirety of the shrine witnessed your animalistic explosion on this gentleman and now you attempt to relieve yourself of punishment by claiming he is perfectly fine in spite of his clear demonstration of pain. Be careful or you may remain an apprentice miko forever, a failure to this shrine. Now, if you'll excuse me."
"But." Neon exited as swiftly as she came, glancing a downcast eye at the girl on her way out. Fuuko bit her lip in dismay.
It is so like Neon to look at one side of the story. She always looks
down on others just because they are apprentices when her
nearsightedness on issues certainly pust blemishes of ignorance within
her own flawless complexion.
Fuuko almost sighed as an expression of her defeat when she remembered she had company. Turning to the catalyst of her misery, Fuuko snarled, "You can't play sick forever. When you can't hide under that front I will make sure you never see me again, and you will never get my sword." That said Fuuko stormed out, leaving Raiha alone the rest of the night.
It seems that staying here will be harder than I thought.
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The past day had seemed so quiet. It certainly hadn't equaled the attention and time spent worrying over Fuuko's situation. As Recca sat on the porch of the shop going over some weapons' diagrams, he'd been lost in thoughts rather than focusing on his studies that Sakoshita thrust upon him as the only way he could stay with Yanagi.
Heh.Fuuko's such an idiot. Of course she'll be fine. She's probably
giving that stupid idiot blue-haired guy a beating to restructure his
face. Fuuko is definitely a person to take care of herself. She
wouldn't need me there to protect her. No way. Humph, why should
Sakoshita-sensei be thinking about her all the time? Fuuko's Fuuko.
She'll be fine, I'm sure.
Hell erupted two nights ago as Recca cursed Sakoshita-sensei for not allowing him to guard Fuuko. He didn't care if she, being the obstinate oaf she was, refused his services. What was friendship worth if not to help during times of need? Clearly Fuuko'd been too nonchalant even cheerful about the situation to truly be unmoved.
Recca turned back toward the counter. Sakoshita had stepped into the back to get something. With all the customers coming for repairs and equipment he'd certainly be unnoticed if he left for a while. Deciding on this course of action Recca shuffled away his papers and set off on his own errand.
If anything Sakoshita-sensei would be relieved upon hearing a full
report on Fuuko's well-being. Yes, that's it. I am going to put
sensei's mind at ease since he cannot go himself.
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Yanagi strolled through the marketplace. The sounds of bargaining and gossiping mingled together into a warm buzz. For once she found herself alone. Usually Recca bent backwards in order to escort her but since her father had threatened him with his studies Recca could only mope about the shop while she browsed for groceries. Being absorbed in the fresh shipment of fish Yanagi failed to realize she was watched. From above Kurei followed her every movement. Just as the female was going to pay for her selection, Kurei leapt down from the rooftop.
"I'll pay for that, sir. Here." Kurei shoved an assortment of bills more than twice the cost, waving the fish monger away so he could concentrate on the girl beside him.
"May I know the name of this beautiful maiden?"
Yanagi's senses betrayed her as she blushed profusely. "Sakoshita Yanagi. And you are?"
"Just call me.Hiro." Kurei flashed a grin at Yanagi. Certainly there was no need to tell her who he really was just in case that nuisance Raiha visits her father. Yanagi stared at the stranger feeling scared by his zeal.
"So, what is a flower like you doing alone in the marketplace? It must be intimidating being in a crowd full of strangers." With that said Kurei pressed Yanagi's back with his palm, ushering her down the path he made through the marketplace.
As they emerged from the shopping district Yanagi attempted to escape from Kurei's grasp. "Excuse me. I have to go home now."
"What's the rush?" Kurei refused to let her escape. "Let me at least walk you part of the way."
Yanagi suppressed her desire to scream and responded timidly, "Actually.I have a boyfriend already. If he sees you he'll probably attack you."
Kurei played innocent, "Now you having a boyfriend has nothing to do with anything. We're just friends after all." With that Kurei lowered his gaze into hers as he released her from his grip. Locking eyes Yanagi felt herself redden once again with the wonderment that the man might kiss her. Before anything could happen Kurei suddenly leapt away without even a goodbye. Instead, pressed in Yanagi's hand lay a beautiful red tulip.
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Sunlight flooded through the door as Raiha opened up to a new day. Surely things would go better than they had yesterday. Although he'd really not been very hurt by Fuuko's attacks, his body was slightly sore from trying to act helpless and allowing Fuuko's punches to connect, if not just briefly. As he stretched and tore through his long blue hair haphazardly, he heard a loud yawn from the room next door.
Raiha turned for the first time to his right. Was he seeing things correctly? His room had magically shrunk to half its size during the night. Well, he soon realized it wasn't so much magic but a temporary screen placed as a divider in his room.
"Hmm.hm........hm..," a melodious chord floated through the thin divider as Raiha scooted closer. Surely the owner of such a beautiful voice was a lonely miko just waiting for companionship. Raiha neared in curiosity.
"Ack!" A shoe flew toward the ninja, badly aimed at that. Instead of hitting the atrocious spy, ruckus ensued as the shoe knocked over the temporary divider. Missing her target the enraged maiden next launched her body atop the confused ninja. Raiha was sightly taken aback by the voluptuous figure pressed against his until he noticed the volcano red face of none other than his previous assailant, Kirisawa Fuuko.
I can't believe he peeked over the screen. Hentai!
"Can't you just stay on your side of the room? Don't you know any courtesy- I would expect ninjas to have basic knowledge of chivalry. Get out of my side of the room." Despite her angry words Fuuko still lay atop Raiha.
Surveying his surrounding Raiha declared, "Actually, Fuuko-chan, you're on my side of the room."
Further angered by the realization of the smart remark, Fuuko pounced onto her side.
It's hard enough that I have to sleep in the same room as him. Ugh.
He's such a happy idiot with his stupid remarks. Why I'm here I may
never know. I mean he doesn't even need any medical attention.
Meanwhile Raiha stared blankly as the fuming miko muttered indecipherable phrases under her breath.
Surely my job got much easier. If she's in the same room then I'll know
the second Kurei steps into the door. Ara?
A whack landed on Raiha's head. "Stop staring at me! I'm going to breakfast."..."You can come if you want. I don't care." And she left the room head slightly higher than usual.
Raiha rushed after her. As he tried to catch up to her Fuuko walked briskly away ignoring the boy's incessant screams of her name. "Fuuko- chan! Fuuko- chan! Wait for your knight."
As the other mikos emerged from their rooms they witnessed the dashing man passing through the hall. Pink blush filled the shrine and sighs appeared everywhere.
"Fuuko-neesan is so lucky. If only I'd been the one to attack him. Then he'd chase me around instead."
"I know. Ooh, he is too cute."
Giggles ensued as every girl confessed her desire to switch places with Fuuko. Upon hearing these statements Fuuko only grew angrier.
Idiot girls. Mikos are supposed to swear off men anyway. What kind of
training have they endured if they love the first boy who stays in
the.Ack!
A sharp tug of her robe launched Fuuko's head into Raiha's chest. As she looked up at him from this skewed view he said, "I told you to wait for me. What kind of attendant are you if you don't patiently care for your attendee?"
"Grr." Fuuko snarled at the boy. Just as she roughly pulled herself up, freeing her robe from Raiha's hands, she heard a "FUU-KO!"
None other than spiky-haired Recca came bouncing into the place. Pushing Raiha aside he said, "Hey! Sakoshita-sensei wanted me to check on how you were doing."
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"Muahahahaha."
A confused pair of ninjas stared as the purple-haired maiden who once again betrayed her demure clothing and radiant looks to pitch back her head and cackle violently. Before they could drain the awe from their faces, Fuuko yanked the front of Raiha's robe whispering, "Now you will be revealed" then louder, "Come on Recca!"
The three: one walking triumphantly and two stumbling behind, approached the dining room. Fuuko threw aside the doors, launched Raiha forward, and declared, "Neon-sama this idiot is not a safe person to have in the shrine. He plans on killing me and looting my possessions. My family has sent Hanabishi Recca to clear up this problem."
A bewildered crowd turned to a more bewildered Recca as Fuuko, basking in triumph, held tighter to Raiha, rattling his robe in victory. Silence.
Confidence slightly faltered within Fuuko's deep cyan orbs. "Tell them Recca."
"Uh.actually, Fuuko, Sakoshita-sensei wanted Raiha-kun to come here as your bodyguard."
Well, that's it. If you have the time please tell me your thoughts. They really do matter. Oh, and to Scarlet, who had a question about the title of the last chapter. Well, if you ever saw the Japanese version of Sailor Moon Usagi always called Mamoru Mamo-chan. That's basically where I learned it's meaning. It means "my little protector" or something of the sort. So chapter three's title was "Battery of her Little Protector." I'm sure you understand the meaning now. Also, as you found out this chapter, the only reason that Fuuko could beat up Raiha is because he was faking it. Muahahaha.Raiha is such a schemer. Don't hesitate to ask me any other questions if the story confuses anybody. I'll try to update real soon.