Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yûgi. I do not own The Matrix. Erm...
yeah. The other stuff's mine. Deal with it.
Warnings: Let's see... randomness and insanity. But you were expecting that. Uh, mild Miaka bashing? I mean, I love her and all, but come on! She's such an easy target!
CHAPTER 3: IN WHICH MIAKA ACTS STRANGELY
Without further incident, the van pulled up in front of the Ala Moana Hotel. As the eight of them crowded into the elevator, chattering excitedly about being in Hawaii, Miaka stood in the corner silently, an odd look on her face. Oh wait, that look is called "thoughtful." She doesn't often have that look....
("Get on with it!" rage the readers.)
Ding! went the elevator cheerfully. BUWHOOSH!!!! went the bomb, flinging the door against the bullet-eaten marble walls of the lobby. No wait, that was "The Matrix."
("GET ON WITH IT!!!!!")
Ding! went the elevator. The Suzaku poured out and were soon assembled in front of the two adjoining rooms. Chichiri held up the key- cards. "If you think about it, there are only four beds, so we're all going to have to share no da." Tamahome slanted a look at Miaka. Nuriko slanted a look at Hotohori.
"Since Miaka is the only girl among us," Chichiri continued, "considerations need to be made for her privacy na no da. Nuriko practically is a woman, so he should share with Miaka. Since Chiriko is the youngest and I am the oldest and most mature, we will sleep in the other bed. You four may feel free to work it out amongst yourselves no da." He handed the key cards out and opened the door.
In the other room, Mitsukake headed straight to the bed on the window side of the room. Hotohori cast an alarmed glance at his other two room mates before hastily joining him. "We will sleep in this bed also," he said, "near the window where more people may admire us."
Tasuki blinked several times. "Eh? No way am I sharing a bed with Tamahome!"
"Well, sleep on the floor then!" he replied, sulking.
"No way! You sleep on th' floor!"
"You should sleep in the bathroom you snore so loud!"
"Well at least I don't have stinky breath!"
"You flail!"
"You drool!"
"You wet the bed!"
With a roar, Tasuki launched himself at Tamahome. "You watch what ya say! I'll wipe th' floor with yer face!!"
The two hot-heads wrestled on the floor, rolling about and knocking things over amidst foul curses.
Hotohori rubbed his temples, a pained expression on his face. "Mitsukake, if you would be so kind as to help us? We think we are getting a headache."
Some time later, Tamahome ventured through the doorway connecting the two rooms. Miaka and Nuriko were sitting on their bed, brushing their hair.
"Miaka," said Tamahome, "I'm watching 'The Lord of the Rings' in the other room and I was wondering if you might like to join-"
"Nuriko," said Miaka, ignoring him, "do you realize the Ala Moana Hotel is right across the street from the Ala Moana Shopping Center?"
Nuriko's eyes sparkled. "And we know what that means...."
Miaka smiled back. "SHOPPING!!!!" they shrieked in unison.
"Shopping?" said a disappointed Tamahome. "Oh. Well. How about a goodbye-"
Nuriko and Miaka were out the door and out of sight with a fwoosh!
"-hug?" Tamahome stood confused for a moment; then his face reddened with indignation. "Now what the hell was that all about!?" he exclaimed.
Several hours later the two mall crawlers returned, laden with packages. Chichiri was sitting at the foot of his bed, staring at the television, and Chiriko was snoozing behind him. As Miaka struggled through the door, Tamahome looked in from the other room.
"Hey Miaka, did you have fun? Here, let me help you with-"
"Chichiri!" exclaimed Miaka loudly, a note of desperation in her voice. "What are you watching?" She quickly dropped her bags on her bed and went to sit next to him. "The... Fishing Channel. Riiight." She looked at him slantwise.
Chichiri, oblivious, was completely wrapped up in watching an old man with a beer belly sleep in a beach chair while he waited for a bite.
"Only Chichiri," sighed Nuriko from behind a mountain of packages. "So, Tama-baby, what did you do today?"
"My name is Tamahome," he corrected absentmindedly, stewing over Miaka's strange actions.
"Whatever, Tama-baby," said Nuriko, carelessly dumping his packages on the bed behind Chichiri. On top of Chiriko.
"AAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" shrieked the young boy from beneath a ton of shoe boxes. "HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT OF HERE!! GETMEOUTGETMEOUTGETMEOUTGETME-"
Nuriko quickly swept the packages off the bed, accidentally pummeling Tamahome with some of them. Chiriko sat up, eyes wild, face pale, and hyperventilating like mad. He leaped up and grabbed Nuriko by the collar.
"ARE YOU MAD!?" he yelled in his face. "I could have been crushed! Suffocated under a ton of plastic bags! Were you trying to give me a heart attack?" He started shaking Nuriko, who was beginning to look very unamused. "NEVER, I say NEVER, do something like that AGAIN! I'M CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!!"
"And I'M wearing SILK!" yelled a pissed Nuriko, detaching the child from his collar and dropping him on his head.
"Ah!" exclaimed Chichiri. Everyone looked at him. He was staring at the TV. "He's got a bite no da!"
Mucho sweat drops.
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Notes: Well, so what did you think of that? Another transition chapter, so it's short and not much going on. Oh well. The next chapter will be mucho fun, I promise!
Warnings: Let's see... randomness and insanity. But you were expecting that. Uh, mild Miaka bashing? I mean, I love her and all, but come on! She's such an easy target!
CHAPTER 3: IN WHICH MIAKA ACTS STRANGELY
Without further incident, the van pulled up in front of the Ala Moana Hotel. As the eight of them crowded into the elevator, chattering excitedly about being in Hawaii, Miaka stood in the corner silently, an odd look on her face. Oh wait, that look is called "thoughtful." She doesn't often have that look....
("Get on with it!" rage the readers.)
Ding! went the elevator cheerfully. BUWHOOSH!!!! went the bomb, flinging the door against the bullet-eaten marble walls of the lobby. No wait, that was "The Matrix."
("GET ON WITH IT!!!!!")
Ding! went the elevator. The Suzaku poured out and were soon assembled in front of the two adjoining rooms. Chichiri held up the key- cards. "If you think about it, there are only four beds, so we're all going to have to share no da." Tamahome slanted a look at Miaka. Nuriko slanted a look at Hotohori.
"Since Miaka is the only girl among us," Chichiri continued, "considerations need to be made for her privacy na no da. Nuriko practically is a woman, so he should share with Miaka. Since Chiriko is the youngest and I am the oldest and most mature, we will sleep in the other bed. You four may feel free to work it out amongst yourselves no da." He handed the key cards out and opened the door.
In the other room, Mitsukake headed straight to the bed on the window side of the room. Hotohori cast an alarmed glance at his other two room mates before hastily joining him. "We will sleep in this bed also," he said, "near the window where more people may admire us."
Tasuki blinked several times. "Eh? No way am I sharing a bed with Tamahome!"
"Well, sleep on the floor then!" he replied, sulking.
"No way! You sleep on th' floor!"
"You should sleep in the bathroom you snore so loud!"
"Well at least I don't have stinky breath!"
"You flail!"
"You drool!"
"You wet the bed!"
With a roar, Tasuki launched himself at Tamahome. "You watch what ya say! I'll wipe th' floor with yer face!!"
The two hot-heads wrestled on the floor, rolling about and knocking things over amidst foul curses.
Hotohori rubbed his temples, a pained expression on his face. "Mitsukake, if you would be so kind as to help us? We think we are getting a headache."
Some time later, Tamahome ventured through the doorway connecting the two rooms. Miaka and Nuriko were sitting on their bed, brushing their hair.
"Miaka," said Tamahome, "I'm watching 'The Lord of the Rings' in the other room and I was wondering if you might like to join-"
"Nuriko," said Miaka, ignoring him, "do you realize the Ala Moana Hotel is right across the street from the Ala Moana Shopping Center?"
Nuriko's eyes sparkled. "And we know what that means...."
Miaka smiled back. "SHOPPING!!!!" they shrieked in unison.
"Shopping?" said a disappointed Tamahome. "Oh. Well. How about a goodbye-"
Nuriko and Miaka were out the door and out of sight with a fwoosh!
"-hug?" Tamahome stood confused for a moment; then his face reddened with indignation. "Now what the hell was that all about!?" he exclaimed.
Several hours later the two mall crawlers returned, laden with packages. Chichiri was sitting at the foot of his bed, staring at the television, and Chiriko was snoozing behind him. As Miaka struggled through the door, Tamahome looked in from the other room.
"Hey Miaka, did you have fun? Here, let me help you with-"
"Chichiri!" exclaimed Miaka loudly, a note of desperation in her voice. "What are you watching?" She quickly dropped her bags on her bed and went to sit next to him. "The... Fishing Channel. Riiight." She looked at him slantwise.
Chichiri, oblivious, was completely wrapped up in watching an old man with a beer belly sleep in a beach chair while he waited for a bite.
"Only Chichiri," sighed Nuriko from behind a mountain of packages. "So, Tama-baby, what did you do today?"
"My name is Tamahome," he corrected absentmindedly, stewing over Miaka's strange actions.
"Whatever, Tama-baby," said Nuriko, carelessly dumping his packages on the bed behind Chichiri. On top of Chiriko.
"AAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" shrieked the young boy from beneath a ton of shoe boxes. "HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT OF HERE!! GETMEOUTGETMEOUTGETMEOUTGETME-"
Nuriko quickly swept the packages off the bed, accidentally pummeling Tamahome with some of them. Chiriko sat up, eyes wild, face pale, and hyperventilating like mad. He leaped up and grabbed Nuriko by the collar.
"ARE YOU MAD!?" he yelled in his face. "I could have been crushed! Suffocated under a ton of plastic bags! Were you trying to give me a heart attack?" He started shaking Nuriko, who was beginning to look very unamused. "NEVER, I say NEVER, do something like that AGAIN! I'M CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!!"
"And I'M wearing SILK!" yelled a pissed Nuriko, detaching the child from his collar and dropping him on his head.
"Ah!" exclaimed Chichiri. Everyone looked at him. He was staring at the TV. "He's got a bite no da!"
Mucho sweat drops.
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Notes: Well, so what did you think of that? Another transition chapter, so it's short and not much going on. Oh well. The next chapter will be mucho fun, I promise!