The Sky is Blue and so are You?

Tasuki rolled over slightly in his sleep. "Damn women," he murmured into his pillow.

Miaka was drooling all over her pillow and saying things like, "Iie, ramen, come back," or, "Really, all this for free?"

Everyone was sleeping peacefully, except for the blue-haired figure perched upon the roof like a cat.

"What is this place, no da?" he asked, smiling despite the fact that he was helplessly lost in a strange place he had never seen before, where no one could help him.

A small, white cat poked its head out from one of the folds of the pony-tailed man's strange cloths, "Nya!" he (the cat) said, rubbing his head against the man's fingers.

"Tama-neko, what should we do?" The cat mimed jumping into the large hat the man was wearing. "Ah," he said as he slipped into his hat, muttering a few words, and then he vanished.

"Morning, morning everyone!" sang a cheerful voice, "It's time to get up." Mie stomped over to where her no longer asleep friends were.

"Five more minutes, please," begged Shinju.

"Not on my grave, you won't. Anyway, for you, five more minutes means until three in the afternoon!" Shinju grumbled as she sat up, blinking sleep from her eyes. She then realized that the only other person in the room was a certain orange-haired bandit.

"Shun'u-kun- hey, I know a girl named Shun'u," she said, getting totally lost and forgetting what she had been planning (Mie Note: It's true, every time Shinju-chan says "Shun'u" she gets all weird and her eyes glaze over as she says, "Hey, I know a girl named Shun'u.")

"Huh...?" Tasuki obviously hadn't been listening. "What did ya say?"

Shinju didn't answer, she had snapped her out of her weird Shun'u thingy (Shinju Note: "Shun'u thingy?!?") and she returned to automatic "glomp mode."

"Ack! Get offa me!" He tried in vain to pry off the chibi-eyed fan-girl- only Mie can do that.

Several minutes later, everyone was seated at the table eating cereal (Tasuki's and Shinju's without milk), when a loud crack sounded and something blue landed on top of Mie. That something blue was heavy... and... ALIVE!!!

"Mhhph, geph pha mph!" (translation: Hey, get off of me!") Mie tried to say, though it must have been very hard to speak through a solid object as heavy as a human.

"Gomen, no da. My landings still need training, no da." Everyone stared at the blue haired man who was just getting off of the now-squished Mie ("Heheheh, little stars round' and round'. What pretty colors I see.")

"Oof, you're a lot heavier than you look, Chichiri," said Mie, dusting off her cloths.

He blinked, "How did you know my name, no da?"

Everyone sweatdropped at the memory of how the "terrible two" had told them that "Oh, we know everything. Except dancing, we don't dance."

"It's a long story," said Keisuke.

"Iie, it's not," said Shinju.

"Well, we'll leave it for later then..." Everyone filed into the kitchen in alphabetical order. (Shinju Note: WHAT?!?) (Mie Note: I couldn't resist insane giggling)

After everything had been explained, they started to create theories as of why Tasuki didn't remember Miaka.

"Maybe it's amnesia, no da," said Chichiri. "I once knew a person who had amnesia, nice person, but forgot everything five seconds after it happened, no da."

"That's short term memory loss," said Miaka.

"Or senility," said Mie.

"I'm not senile, I'm only nineteen!" Tasuki said, looking angrily down at Mie.

"I never said you were; it's just a possibility."

"Okay, putting that aside. Tasuki, tell us what you can remember, starting with the most recent events," said Keisuke.

"Well there was this weird red light light, before that I was at Mt. Reikaku, before that it was th' whole thing with Anzu an' 'Chiri..." everyone stared at him.

"You remember Chichiri and you don't remember me?!?" Miaka was practically in tears.

"Go on, no da," said Chichiri.

"Well, before that was th' ol' boss dien', an' before that was th' thing with Reirei an' th' tessen..." everyone stared at him again, "What?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"You don't remember summoning Suzaku, no da?!?"

"Iie," he said, "Wait, we summoned Suzaku already?!?"

"Hai, no da! Whay can't you remember no da?!?"

"Tasuki-kun has amnesia," said Shinju. Everyone blinked.

"How do you know?" asked Reirei.

"Like I said: 'We know everything'."

"Then why didn't ya tell us?!?" asked a very P.O.'d bandit.

"Well, you never asked," said Mie, coming to her friend's rescue.

"That's right, anyway, now that you know; figure out how to get his memory back!"

"I thought you knew everything, no da," said an irritated monk.

"It probably has somethin' ta do with dancin'," said Kouji.

"Well, at least one of you has brains," said Mie, "Of course it has to do with dancing, otherwise we'd know!"

"So, Tasuki-kun, may I have the first dance?" Shinju glared at Reirei who was fluttering her eyelashes innocently at the orange haired bandit. Kouji made gagging sounds behind her back.

"What's wrong, Kouji-san," an almost concerned Mie said.

"Nothin', jus' th' obvious flirtation an' jealousy tha's goin' on here."

"You mean like your crush on Reirei-chan?" Now, if this was a manga with beautifully drawn pictures by Watase-sensei, there would be a frame fully devoted to depicting Kouji with one of those "bull's-eye" arrows going straight through his heart. "Ara, I guess I hit a soft spot, huh."

Several hours later, Tasuki had very sore feet.

"Teme, Shinju, if yer gonna help me, don't step on my feet! Gods, I'd be better off dancin' with an onii," Shinju whapped him on the head with her fist.

"Well, it's true, you're a horrible dancer," Mie said matter-of-factly.

"Urusai yo!!!" She growled menacingly at Mie, but was unsuccessful. (Mie Note: Shinju-chan isn't scary.)

"Okay, so, this is what we have so far, no da," said Chichiri as he pulled out a long piece of paper, "Waltz, no da?"

"Iie," said Tasuki.

"Flamenco, no da?"

"Iie."

"Ballet, no da?"

"Iie."

"Jazz, na no da?"

"Iie."

"Tango, no da?"

"Iie."

"Rap, na no da?"

"Iie."

"Pop, no da?"

"Iie."

"Matte, those are types of music, not dances," said Miaka.

"Well, you dance to them don't you, no da?" She nodded. "So they can be dances, too, no da."

"Salsa? Two Step? Swing? Zydeco? Country Western? Polka? Slam?"

"Iie, iie, iie, iie, iie, iie, iie."

"Well, we're out of options then, I guess... hmm..."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Everyone looked up at the sound of a very loud and girlish scream.

"Not again!" Mie wailed. The there was a lound "umph" and as the dust cleared, a girl with very ruffled black hair in Chinese cloths laid sprawled out on top of Mie.

"Anzu! What th' hell 're you doin' here?!?"

Mie: Heheh, what a terrible cliffhanger! I hope you don't DIE!!!! Muahaha!! Heh, join me for the next chapter, IF YOU DARE!!! Everyday Defects: "You're Not Taking the Seriousness Seriously, are You?!?"