Disclaimer: The copyright date on FY is 1993. I was about four years old then. Anyone who thinks a four-year-old could have come up with a story line like that and could draw that well needs his or her head checked...
A/N: I'm back! After almost a year! For all of you who thought you'd finally be rid of me: DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chiriko slammed the door of his room shut behind him. He flopped down on his bed without even taking off his weapons. One wouldn't normally carry so many weapons around in Eiyo, but Tasuki had an annoying habit of checking Chiriko's skills at random. He sighed. That was part of the problem. Most of the available girls in the capital wanted to date him simply because he was a seishi. A good portion of the one's who weren't shallow were un-nerved by his impressive intelligence. Those that remained were scared off by his seishi brothers. Whether it was Tasuki's ambushes, Chichiri's SD transformations, Hotohori's vanity, Nuriko's tendency to make Tasuki-pancakes, or Mitsukake's uncanny silence, the fact remained that the other seishi were a bit to much for normal people to handle.
Chiriko sighed once more before reflecting on today's date. She was definitely pretty, with light brown hair and blue eyes. She wasn't intimidated by his intelligence either. In fact, her only flaw was that she tended to be just a tad pompous and conceited. Well, more than a tad. She was constantly bossing people around and insulting them if they weren't fast enough. He couldn't stand people like that. So, he'd pulled her aside and told her it just wasn't working out. Then she'd proceeded to yell at him about how her father would hear about this, and woe be to those who upset daddy's little angel. He rolled his eyes. Her outburst had only served to make him more anxious to get away. He gave a soft chuckle before falling asleep.
Chiriko woke up to a loud crash as his door flew off of it's hinges. He glanced at it's frame to see Nuriko. "Oops!" the violet-haired seishi exclaimed.
"Nuriko! That's the third time this week!" The younger warrior glared at the man in the doorway.
Nuriko frowned. "All I did was give it a little tap!" he huffed.
Chiriko sighed. Sometimes it was best to let these things go. "Whatever. Did you want something?" he asked.
Nuriko's expression suddenly changed from upset to excited. He started bouncing up and down, squealing like a girl, before saying something utterly unintelligible. The younger seishi sweat-dropped. "What did you just say?"
Nuriko stopped squealing and jumping and leaned over the bed until he was right in Chiriko's face. Chiriko scooted backwards quickly before Nuriko spoke. "Tasuki, Chichiri and I are going to the festival tonight! You wanna come?"
Chiriko considered his options. He could either refuse and suffer Nuriko's wrath or accept and have his limbs remain intact. Hmmm. Tough choice. "I guess I'll go..."
Nuriko squealed once more and threw his arms around Chiriko in a bone-crushing hug. "Uh, Nuriko? Most people require air to survive." Nuriko quickly let go and apologized before flouncing out the doorway, leaving Chiriko attempting to regain his breath.
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...That was really short again...
Next Chapter
The festival! And Chiriko finally meets Sango!
Wo Ai Ni Akugis
#1
Nuriko: pokes door
Nothing happens
Nuriko: punches door
Nothing again
Nuriko: Suzaku dammit! The door's stuck!
#2
Nuriko: sticks his face in Chiriko's Tasuki, Chichiri, and I are going to the festival tonight! You wanna come?
Chiriko: quickly backpedals a little to muchfalls off of bed Oww...
#3
Chiriko: That was the third time this week!
Nuriko: Yeah? You wanna fight about it?
Chiriko: sigh Nevermind...