Author's Note: I don't know if anyone reads these, but if so, I just wanna say that this chapter is dedicated to Ryochan8. Thank you for your wonderful review. I really appreciated it. Anyway, here's another chapter—and after only 2 weeks! R.A.
Disclaimer: /Still/ don't own FY.
Review Thanks:
Metajoker: Thank you very much for reviewing. I appreciate your thoughts on the validity of my information; however, I'd like to share my reasoning, too. (Whether you agree with me is another story). First off, Miki's mom wants her back because she's controlling and doesn't want any of her "property" to just walk away—Miki's mom could make a lot of money "selling her off" to some old perve, and she's not about to let that opportunity get away. Second, there will always be some who don't care how "pure" the prize is so long as it's valuable enough. Miki is not a prostitute—her mom just uses rape to keep her "under control". (Basically, her mom is a total wacko....) But hey, it takes all kinds.
Mariah: Well, I'm glad you like it! Hopefully my computer who decide to go on the fritz once I actually get a chance to post
Ryochan8: Whee! You sure know how to make an Authoress feel better!! Sigh Yes, evil cliché chapters....grr....well, I'm glad at least one person thought it was relatively believable (I do try ), unfortunately for Miki, it kinda needed to be disturbing. And thank you for reminding me about reviews....I always conveniently forget that I don't review /every/ story I read (mostly because I read so much....when I don't have homework). And I totally understand about grades. Sadly, teachers don't agree with us that fanfiction is as important as school....I mean, come on; we're expanding our knowledge by reading!! I really appreciate that you take the time read/review my fic—you're tied for most reviews for my fic!! I shall strive for more timely update-age this time!
Chapter 6: On A Somewhat Lighter Note
After leaving Miki resting in her room, Nuriko went back to his room to change. Looking in his closet, he sighed. 'It looks as though at least two other people should live in my room!' There were men's clothes, women's clothes, and clothes that could pass as either.
'I really need to make up my mind, ne?' thought the seishi kind of dispiritedly. Then he grinned, 'But not today!' And grabbed a multi-tonal purple robe that fit in the 'either/or' category, and proceeded to dress himself up.
Once he finished, Nuriko left for the dining room. Nearing the dining room, he heard the sounds of the other seishi. The purple-haired seishi schooled his face to look his normal genki self.
Walking in, everyone turned to greet him and he grinned. "Hiyas! Gomen, ne-- I didn't mean to keep you waiting."
"It's alright, Nuriko," said Hotohori, "but where is Miki?"
"Miki won't be joining us for dinner. He isn't feeling well, so he's going to rest. But I'll bring him up a tray after dinner." With that, Nuriko sat down next to Tasuki.
Hotohori nods, "I hope he feels better. Now, since everyone else is here, let us begin."
Nuriko, who had been watching Tasuki attempt to 'sneakily' start eating his dinner, sweatdropped, "Mou, Tas-chan! You have /no/ manners!"
Tasuki 'glared' at Nuriko (his mouth was stuffed with food, so he looked like a disgruntled chipmunk), "Shuddup! I'm hungry!" He then practically submerged his face in his plate, trying to eat everything as fast as he could.
Even so, Miaka still beat him: not a minute after everyone else had started eating, she leaned back, burping contentedly. "Yummy!"
The entire table went chibi and sweatdropped, staring at Miaka.
Chibi Miaka looked sheepish, "Whaat?! I was hungry, too!"
After dinner, Nuriko went to the kitchens to get some dinner for Miki. Walking out of the kitchen, he didn't even notice Tasuki until he spoke.
"Yo, Nuri. What's up with Miki? Why's he not feeling good?"
Nuriko jumped, but managed not to spill the food. "Yeesh, do you /have/ to scare people like that?"
When he continued walking, Tasuki pushed off the wall and followed. "Hey! Are ya gonna answer me?"
Nuriko sighed. "He hit his head in the tub. He'll be fine, but he doesn't need annoying people like you giving him a hard time."
"Heey! I'm not annoying!"
The purple-haired seishi rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Tasuki."
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, can I go with you?"
Nuriko looked over at him suspiciously, "Why?"
The fiery man glared at Nuriko, "Why not? He's my friend, too. You ain't the only one!"
Nuriko laughed, "Ohohohoho! Tasuki's jealous!"
Tasuki went chibi, his eyes bugging out, "NANI?!?!"
The shorter man nodded sagely, "I knew it. Don't worry, Tas-chan, I'm not gonna make a move on Miki. You can have him."
Tasuki blushed crimson, with a look on his face like he had just been hit by a 2X4, "WH-what're ya talkin' about....I ain't gay, ya know...I jest wanted ta make sure he was alright...nuthin' else...."
"I know Tas-chan....I'm only joking," He giggled, pinching Tasuki's cheek, "It's soooo much fun!"
"NO IT'S NOT!! AND STOP THAT!!!!"
Just then they got to Miki's door, and Nuriko shushed him.
"Quiet, he's probably sleeping. You can come in if you promise not to annoy him. It's not good for him to move his head too much."
"I know, I know...I'm not a kid."
"Coulda fooled me," muttered Nuriko.
"Whaddja say?" demanded Tasuki, a vein popping in his temple.
Nuriko looked innocent, "Nuthin', Tas-chan!"
"Grrr."
"Shh." Nuriko tapped quietly on the door, "Hey, I've got some food for you, and Tasuki came to see how you're doing."
They heard Miki answer kinda quietly from inside, "Come in."
Nuriko opened the door and walked over to Miki, inwardly sighing with relief when he saw that she was dressed and had bound her chest. He waited till she sat up and set the tray on her lap, then he and Tasuki brought chairs over to the bed to sit on.
"How ya doin', squirt? I hear you were being a klutz," Tasuki teased.
"I'm ok, but my head hurts like a b---h."
Nuriko nodded, "We won't stay long—you need to rest. You should probably be ok by tomorrow afternoon, though."
"Ok."
Nuriko grinned, "Cheer up! I'll come to see you, ne?"
"Alright," murmured Miki sleepily.
As she dozed off, Nuriko grabbed the tray of untouched food. "'Night, Miki."
"Yeah, sleep tight, man."
A/N: Just so you know, this chapter really was written purely for my own amusement (at least the dinner scene). Also, after I wrote that last part in Miki's room, I wondered how Tasuki came off. However, I decided that, because of the direction this fic is going in, it would be ok. /We/ all know he's not gay (at least in /this/ story ) Hope it doesn't see /too/ OOC. R.A.
Disclaimer: /Still/ don't own FY.
Review Thanks:
Metajoker: Thank you very much for reviewing. I appreciate your thoughts on the validity of my information; however, I'd like to share my reasoning, too. (Whether you agree with me is another story). First off, Miki's mom wants her back because she's controlling and doesn't want any of her "property" to just walk away—Miki's mom could make a lot of money "selling her off" to some old perve, and she's not about to let that opportunity get away. Second, there will always be some who don't care how "pure" the prize is so long as it's valuable enough. Miki is not a prostitute—her mom just uses rape to keep her "under control". (Basically, her mom is a total wacko....) But hey, it takes all kinds.
Mariah: Well, I'm glad you like it! Hopefully my computer who decide to go on the fritz once I actually get a chance to post
Ryochan8: Whee! You sure know how to make an Authoress feel better!! Sigh Yes, evil cliché chapters....grr....well, I'm glad at least one person thought it was relatively believable (I do try ), unfortunately for Miki, it kinda needed to be disturbing. And thank you for reminding me about reviews....I always conveniently forget that I don't review /every/ story I read (mostly because I read so much....when I don't have homework). And I totally understand about grades. Sadly, teachers don't agree with us that fanfiction is as important as school....I mean, come on; we're expanding our knowledge by reading!! I really appreciate that you take the time read/review my fic—you're tied for most reviews for my fic!! I shall strive for more timely update-age this time!
Chapter 6: On A Somewhat Lighter Note
After leaving Miki resting in her room, Nuriko went back to his room to change. Looking in his closet, he sighed. 'It looks as though at least two other people should live in my room!' There were men's clothes, women's clothes, and clothes that could pass as either.
'I really need to make up my mind, ne?' thought the seishi kind of dispiritedly. Then he grinned, 'But not today!' And grabbed a multi-tonal purple robe that fit in the 'either/or' category, and proceeded to dress himself up.
Once he finished, Nuriko left for the dining room. Nearing the dining room, he heard the sounds of the other seishi. The purple-haired seishi schooled his face to look his normal genki self.
Walking in, everyone turned to greet him and he grinned. "Hiyas! Gomen, ne-- I didn't mean to keep you waiting."
"It's alright, Nuriko," said Hotohori, "but where is Miki?"
"Miki won't be joining us for dinner. He isn't feeling well, so he's going to rest. But I'll bring him up a tray after dinner." With that, Nuriko sat down next to Tasuki.
Hotohori nods, "I hope he feels better. Now, since everyone else is here, let us begin."
Nuriko, who had been watching Tasuki attempt to 'sneakily' start eating his dinner, sweatdropped, "Mou, Tas-chan! You have /no/ manners!"
Tasuki 'glared' at Nuriko (his mouth was stuffed with food, so he looked like a disgruntled chipmunk), "Shuddup! I'm hungry!" He then practically submerged his face in his plate, trying to eat everything as fast as he could.
Even so, Miaka still beat him: not a minute after everyone else had started eating, she leaned back, burping contentedly. "Yummy!"
The entire table went chibi and sweatdropped, staring at Miaka.
Chibi Miaka looked sheepish, "Whaat?! I was hungry, too!"
After dinner, Nuriko went to the kitchens to get some dinner for Miki. Walking out of the kitchen, he didn't even notice Tasuki until he spoke.
"Yo, Nuri. What's up with Miki? Why's he not feeling good?"
Nuriko jumped, but managed not to spill the food. "Yeesh, do you /have/ to scare people like that?"
When he continued walking, Tasuki pushed off the wall and followed. "Hey! Are ya gonna answer me?"
Nuriko sighed. "He hit his head in the tub. He'll be fine, but he doesn't need annoying people like you giving him a hard time."
"Heey! I'm not annoying!"
The purple-haired seishi rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Tasuki."
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, can I go with you?"
Nuriko looked over at him suspiciously, "Why?"
The fiery man glared at Nuriko, "Why not? He's my friend, too. You ain't the only one!"
Nuriko laughed, "Ohohohoho! Tasuki's jealous!"
Tasuki went chibi, his eyes bugging out, "NANI?!?!"
The shorter man nodded sagely, "I knew it. Don't worry, Tas-chan, I'm not gonna make a move on Miki. You can have him."
Tasuki blushed crimson, with a look on his face like he had just been hit by a 2X4, "WH-what're ya talkin' about....I ain't gay, ya know...I jest wanted ta make sure he was alright...nuthin' else...."
"I know Tas-chan....I'm only joking," He giggled, pinching Tasuki's cheek, "It's soooo much fun!"
"NO IT'S NOT!! AND STOP THAT!!!!"
Just then they got to Miki's door, and Nuriko shushed him.
"Quiet, he's probably sleeping. You can come in if you promise not to annoy him. It's not good for him to move his head too much."
"I know, I know...I'm not a kid."
"Coulda fooled me," muttered Nuriko.
"Whaddja say?" demanded Tasuki, a vein popping in his temple.
Nuriko looked innocent, "Nuthin', Tas-chan!"
"Grrr."
"Shh." Nuriko tapped quietly on the door, "Hey, I've got some food for you, and Tasuki came to see how you're doing."
They heard Miki answer kinda quietly from inside, "Come in."
Nuriko opened the door and walked over to Miki, inwardly sighing with relief when he saw that she was dressed and had bound her chest. He waited till she sat up and set the tray on her lap, then he and Tasuki brought chairs over to the bed to sit on.
"How ya doin', squirt? I hear you were being a klutz," Tasuki teased.
"I'm ok, but my head hurts like a b---h."
Nuriko nodded, "We won't stay long—you need to rest. You should probably be ok by tomorrow afternoon, though."
"Ok."
Nuriko grinned, "Cheer up! I'll come to see you, ne?"
"Alright," murmured Miki sleepily.
As she dozed off, Nuriko grabbed the tray of untouched food. "'Night, Miki."
"Yeah, sleep tight, man."
A/N: Just so you know, this chapter really was written purely for my own amusement (at least the dinner scene). Also, after I wrote that last part in Miki's room, I wondered how Tasuki came off. However, I decided that, because of the direction this fic is going in, it would be ok. /We/ all know he's not gay (at least in /this/ story ) Hope it doesn't see /too/ OOC. R.A.