I apologize for my long absence. Oh well, here I am! Did ya miss me?
Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yûgi or any of its characters. However, I do own the characters Zolac no Miko and Corpse. Just don't tell Corpse I said that. Also don't tell her I called her Corpse.
Warnings: Really bad joke. Incessant babbling. Also, continued shameless authoress insertion. Sigh. I really do apologize. It's just that Kauai isn't as touristy as Oahu; the best spots are all hidden away. How's the gang supposed to find my favorite spots if I don't show them? I promise I'll let them explore Maui on their own, okay?
CHAPTER 8: IN WHICH TAMAHOME AND TASUKI SHARE A JOKE
Tasuki waited impatiently for the plane to land. The second the seat belt sign went off, he leaped from his seat, grabbed his bag, and hurried down the aisle. Must escape scary women! he thought. As the aisle filled with people trying to leave the plane, the outlaw found himself standing next to Tamahome and Miaka. The bluish-green-haired seishi was frowning darkly.
The redhead blinked. "Gee Tama, what's wrong with yer face?"
"Would you believe? Three babies! Not one, not two, but three! One in the seat in front of me, one behind, and one right next to me. One pooped, another one barfed, and the third one didn't stop crying for the whole trip!" He turned wild eyes on the bandit. "It just wouldn't shut up! It just kept screaming and screaming, and then there was the SMELL, oh Suzaku the SMELL...!"
Miaka patted his arm. "Now now, Tama-chan, it's okay. We're leaving now."
Tasuki's mood improved immediately. "Gee, an' I thought I had th' bad luck!" he exclaimed cheerfully.
The crowd began moving, and the three of them soon found themselves in the waiting area outside the gate. They stood together, looking around for the others. A beautiful girl with a hula skirt, mistaking them for part of her Japanese tour group, gave each of them a lei and a kiss on the cheek.
"Well that was awfully nice of her," said Miaka.
Tasuki's lip twitched. He grinned, elbowing Tamahome. "Hey look Tama, I got 'lei'd'!" he chortled.
Tamahome snickered. "Me too!" The two seishi cackled with glee at their joke.
Miaka tapped Tamahome's arm, eyes wide. "I don't get it, Tamahome. What's so funny?"
The warrior sobered immediately. He scowled at Tasuki, punching him in the arm. "Eh, shut up, copper top! It was a stupid joke anyway."
By this time the rest of the shichiseishi had gotten off the plane. "Hey, no fair, you guys got lei'd!" pouted Nuriko. Tamahome choked. Tasuki giggled.
"Yeah," added Chiriko, "I wanna get lei'd too!"
It was too much. The two burst out laughing.
"Hey Tasuki!" said a female voice.
He froze, going white. Oh gods no!
"What's so funny?" continued Zolac no Miko, walking up. Corpse was right behind her.
"We got lei'd," said Tamahome, grinning. Zolac no Miko laughed. Corpse, looking distracted, didn't react at all.
"So Tasuki, who're your friends?" asked Tamahome.
The bandit sighed, rubbing his temples. "Guys, this is Zolac no Miko and Corpse. Miaka, Tamahome, Hotohori, Chichiri, Nuriko, Chiriko, and Mitsukake."
"Corpse and Zolac no Miko," mused Chiriko, as if committing the names to memory. "Those are very interesting names."
The blonde grinned. "They're not our real names. We can't tell you our real names. These are just nicknames. Wanna know how we got them?"
Tasuki dove at the child seishi, clapping his hand over his mouth. "No! I mean, it'd take too long! Why don't we go get our suitcases?" He headed quickly toward the baggage claim, dragging the child genius with him. "As ya value yer sanity, don't ask th' blonde chick any questions!" he hissed.
At the baggage claim, the same bags went round and round in circles, and no one recognized any of them. While Zolac no Miko chatted up the rest of the Suzaku shichiseishi, Tasuki stood to one side, grumbling to himself. Corpse stood silently, staring at the ground.
"So Chichiri, you guys all staying at some hotel?" asked Zolac no Miko.
"Yeah, but I forget what it's called no da." He began rummaging through his pockets. "I have it written down somewhere na no da."
"Where are you staying?" asked Miaka.
"We're staying up at this cabin in Kokee. Kokee is this kind of dry area up in the mountains. Actually where the cabin is it's not that dry. See my uncle and some of his friends have partial shares of the cabin, and they each have a certain part of the year that they can spend time in the cabin, and sometimes my uncle gives his share out to family members. Actually he's not my uncle; he's my mom's uncle. His name is Lorin. Isn't that a weird name for a guy? His mother's name was Lorin, but everyone called her Lor. She wanted a daughter so she could name her after herself, but she only had two sons, so she named one Lorin anyway. Except no one calls him Lorin. Everyone calls him Uncle Kink. See the story is, when he was born, some aunt or other relative looked at him and said, 'Oh, isn't he such a little kink?' or something like that. She must have meant 'king' but she said 'kink' and so everyone called him that." She paused for a second, and looked around with excited eyes. "Hey, I just had a super super duper wonderfully great idea! Why don't you all come and stay in the cabin with me and Corpse?"
This got Tasuki's attention. "Whoa, wait a sec'. Isn't that against yer momma's rules or somethin'?"
The blonde grinned slyly. "No, she only said not to give out our names to strangers. She never said anything about inviting strangers to come stay in our cabin."
Hotohori looked politely concerned. "We wouldn't want to impose on you."
"Impose nothing. It would be fun! Sure, it would be a bit crowded, but I wouldn't mind, and I don't think Corpse would either. Would you Corpse?"
Corpse had been chewing on a fingernail and staring into space. "Huh? Oh. No, I wouldn't mind." She frowned and returned to chewing.
"We could be you personal guides!" exclaimed Zolac no Miko. "Who knows Kauai better than me, huh? Besides, think of all the money you'd save by not staying in a hotel!"
Tamahome perked up. "Money? Huh, what's that? Save money! What a great idea! We could save hundreds of dollars! What do you think... Priestess?" he asked slyly, eyeing Miaka.
"It sounds wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Let's do it!"
Tasuki buried his face in his hands, stifling a groan. Oh gods, I'm doomed, he thought. Days of exposure to these- these- women! It's bad enough I have to deal with Miaka all the time. He sighed. At least the Japanese one seems normal....
Miaka had noticed that Corpse seemed distracted or upset. She frowned, worried. "Hey, Corpse-"
"ANGEL OF DEATH!!!!" shrieked the brunette, pointing a defiant finger to the sky. Everyone promptly fell over.
Scratch normal, thought Tasuki.
Notes: Sorry, it was kind of short. And I apologize for the bad lei jokes. Heh. Bad lei. Snicker. Hmm, not much really happened in that chapter. Oh well. The next one's kind of short, too, but at least there's lots of screaming. Screaming is good, right?
Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yûgi or any of its characters. However, I do own the characters Zolac no Miko and Corpse. Just don't tell Corpse I said that. Also don't tell her I called her Corpse.
Warnings: Really bad joke. Incessant babbling. Also, continued shameless authoress insertion. Sigh. I really do apologize. It's just that Kauai isn't as touristy as Oahu; the best spots are all hidden away. How's the gang supposed to find my favorite spots if I don't show them? I promise I'll let them explore Maui on their own, okay?
CHAPTER 8: IN WHICH TAMAHOME AND TASUKI SHARE A JOKE
Tasuki waited impatiently for the plane to land. The second the seat belt sign went off, he leaped from his seat, grabbed his bag, and hurried down the aisle. Must escape scary women! he thought. As the aisle filled with people trying to leave the plane, the outlaw found himself standing next to Tamahome and Miaka. The bluish-green-haired seishi was frowning darkly.
The redhead blinked. "Gee Tama, what's wrong with yer face?"
"Would you believe? Three babies! Not one, not two, but three! One in the seat in front of me, one behind, and one right next to me. One pooped, another one barfed, and the third one didn't stop crying for the whole trip!" He turned wild eyes on the bandit. "It just wouldn't shut up! It just kept screaming and screaming, and then there was the SMELL, oh Suzaku the SMELL...!"
Miaka patted his arm. "Now now, Tama-chan, it's okay. We're leaving now."
Tasuki's mood improved immediately. "Gee, an' I thought I had th' bad luck!" he exclaimed cheerfully.
The crowd began moving, and the three of them soon found themselves in the waiting area outside the gate. They stood together, looking around for the others. A beautiful girl with a hula skirt, mistaking them for part of her Japanese tour group, gave each of them a lei and a kiss on the cheek.
"Well that was awfully nice of her," said Miaka.
Tasuki's lip twitched. He grinned, elbowing Tamahome. "Hey look Tama, I got 'lei'd'!" he chortled.
Tamahome snickered. "Me too!" The two seishi cackled with glee at their joke.
Miaka tapped Tamahome's arm, eyes wide. "I don't get it, Tamahome. What's so funny?"
The warrior sobered immediately. He scowled at Tasuki, punching him in the arm. "Eh, shut up, copper top! It was a stupid joke anyway."
By this time the rest of the shichiseishi had gotten off the plane. "Hey, no fair, you guys got lei'd!" pouted Nuriko. Tamahome choked. Tasuki giggled.
"Yeah," added Chiriko, "I wanna get lei'd too!"
It was too much. The two burst out laughing.
"Hey Tasuki!" said a female voice.
He froze, going white. Oh gods no!
"What's so funny?" continued Zolac no Miko, walking up. Corpse was right behind her.
"We got lei'd," said Tamahome, grinning. Zolac no Miko laughed. Corpse, looking distracted, didn't react at all.
"So Tasuki, who're your friends?" asked Tamahome.
The bandit sighed, rubbing his temples. "Guys, this is Zolac no Miko and Corpse. Miaka, Tamahome, Hotohori, Chichiri, Nuriko, Chiriko, and Mitsukake."
"Corpse and Zolac no Miko," mused Chiriko, as if committing the names to memory. "Those are very interesting names."
The blonde grinned. "They're not our real names. We can't tell you our real names. These are just nicknames. Wanna know how we got them?"
Tasuki dove at the child seishi, clapping his hand over his mouth. "No! I mean, it'd take too long! Why don't we go get our suitcases?" He headed quickly toward the baggage claim, dragging the child genius with him. "As ya value yer sanity, don't ask th' blonde chick any questions!" he hissed.
At the baggage claim, the same bags went round and round in circles, and no one recognized any of them. While Zolac no Miko chatted up the rest of the Suzaku shichiseishi, Tasuki stood to one side, grumbling to himself. Corpse stood silently, staring at the ground.
"So Chichiri, you guys all staying at some hotel?" asked Zolac no Miko.
"Yeah, but I forget what it's called no da." He began rummaging through his pockets. "I have it written down somewhere na no da."
"Where are you staying?" asked Miaka.
"We're staying up at this cabin in Kokee. Kokee is this kind of dry area up in the mountains. Actually where the cabin is it's not that dry. See my uncle and some of his friends have partial shares of the cabin, and they each have a certain part of the year that they can spend time in the cabin, and sometimes my uncle gives his share out to family members. Actually he's not my uncle; he's my mom's uncle. His name is Lorin. Isn't that a weird name for a guy? His mother's name was Lorin, but everyone called her Lor. She wanted a daughter so she could name her after herself, but she only had two sons, so she named one Lorin anyway. Except no one calls him Lorin. Everyone calls him Uncle Kink. See the story is, when he was born, some aunt or other relative looked at him and said, 'Oh, isn't he such a little kink?' or something like that. She must have meant 'king' but she said 'kink' and so everyone called him that." She paused for a second, and looked around with excited eyes. "Hey, I just had a super super duper wonderfully great idea! Why don't you all come and stay in the cabin with me and Corpse?"
This got Tasuki's attention. "Whoa, wait a sec'. Isn't that against yer momma's rules or somethin'?"
The blonde grinned slyly. "No, she only said not to give out our names to strangers. She never said anything about inviting strangers to come stay in our cabin."
Hotohori looked politely concerned. "We wouldn't want to impose on you."
"Impose nothing. It would be fun! Sure, it would be a bit crowded, but I wouldn't mind, and I don't think Corpse would either. Would you Corpse?"
Corpse had been chewing on a fingernail and staring into space. "Huh? Oh. No, I wouldn't mind." She frowned and returned to chewing.
"We could be you personal guides!" exclaimed Zolac no Miko. "Who knows Kauai better than me, huh? Besides, think of all the money you'd save by not staying in a hotel!"
Tamahome perked up. "Money? Huh, what's that? Save money! What a great idea! We could save hundreds of dollars! What do you think... Priestess?" he asked slyly, eyeing Miaka.
"It sounds wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Let's do it!"
Tasuki buried his face in his hands, stifling a groan. Oh gods, I'm doomed, he thought. Days of exposure to these- these- women! It's bad enough I have to deal with Miaka all the time. He sighed. At least the Japanese one seems normal....
Miaka had noticed that Corpse seemed distracted or upset. She frowned, worried. "Hey, Corpse-"
"ANGEL OF DEATH!!!!" shrieked the brunette, pointing a defiant finger to the sky. Everyone promptly fell over.
Scratch normal, thought Tasuki.
Notes: Sorry, it was kind of short. And I apologize for the bad lei jokes. Heh. Bad lei. Snicker. Hmm, not much really happened in that chapter. Oh well. The next one's kind of short, too, but at least there's lots of screaming. Screaming is good, right?