Disclaimer: I do not own Tasuki, or any other character associated with
Fushigi Yuugi. Period.
A/N: Okay, flame me on the other stories, but no flaming this one, please! I know it's very flame-prone, but have mercy on this one! And I may be wrong on where each of their rooms is since I haven't watched Fushigi Yuugi for a long time.
Akire's ship (well, she said it's for making the "ruse" more "realistic") just docked and out she went, and stood in front of the welcome committee assembled for her. "Nice people", she remarked as she went through soldiers in salute. At the end of them all was Hotohori, Miaka, Tamahome and the rest of them. Nuriko, well, had just let go of Tasuki. Apparently, he had to be dragged there, kicking and screaming as the saying goes.
Bowing low, Akire said, "It is an honor to meet you all." Hotohori did likewise, while the others said, "Same here," "Nice to meet you too," "Pleasure's ours." Tasuki just settled for the, erm, blunt, "Whatever." Akire's eyes narrowed as their stares met. Mental note: watch out for this guy, next thing I know I have a knife sticking out of my back. He may even be one of Ikegai's spies. Her thoughts were diverted when Nuriko cheerfully announced, "Do you mind, Ms. Akire, if I showed you around? I'm sure you'll like it here!" Akire smiled back. "It's nice to know I'll be getting along with people here!"
"Now, Hotohori told me you're allowed to chose any room you want to stay in," Nuriko said after she showed Akire around the palace. "An ordinary room would be enough for me," the latter replied, relieved that she won't be forced into a flamboyant room. Anyone would get fed up when you live in royalty everyday. Nuriko shrugged, and led her to her room. "Hey, if you need anything, holler. Don't you adhere to any formal whatever here, we don't care, either," Nuriko said, raising her voice slightly above normal to make sure Hotohori's in earshot. Oh, I would definitely have a good time here, Akire thought, letting down her bag with a thud. The moment Nuriko left the room, she removed her boots and jumped back onto the bed.
There's a knock on her door. One, loud, rude one, which Akire knew Tasuki was most definitely behind it. She opened the door to the folded arms, scowl on face red head fangboy. "Just would like you to know I don't really like this arrangement," he said, pointing to his room, which Akire sadly noticed, was just across hers. "I'll be watching you. No funny stuff, or I'll roast you alive," he continued, patting his iron fan. She scowled, which wasn't the first time that happened ever since she first saw him. "Hey, when you get back to your room and close the door, don't let it hit your smug, little - ah forget it," she said, deciding that she wasn't going to let this lowlife get to her nerves. Both turned their backs to each other with their teeth bared. She isn't happy with this arrangement, either.
That night, Tasuki decided that, to get rid of this little pest-of-a-woman, he has to make her life miserable here. So, after much thinking, he finally hit on a plan. He sneaked into her room, carrying a "love letter" he made to Hotohori, which he made to look as if Akire wrote it. "She'll be so embarrassed she won't be able to look anyone straight in the face anymore!" he snickered, quietly sneaking around her bed and onto the table. You see this's where he's certain someone's going to put Akire's breakfast, so someone's bound to notice the letter and will most definitely report to Hotohori. Yeah, I know, some people are just silly (in Tasuki's case, it's cute).
When he was about to sneak back out, he felt the point of something long and sharp pricking the back of his head. "Do you think I became the Pal - the Chief of the Guard because I let people sneak past me into my very room? You make me laugh!" Akire's voice said. He slowly turned around to see her sword and its owner glaring back at him. He breathed a sigh of relief (though he'll never admit it) when she sheathed it and showed him the door. "This ain't the last from me, you hear?" he said with complete defiance, before he almost broke his nose when she slammed the door at his face. She pulled at her hair, saying, "This is gonna be a very, very long stay."
A/N: Okay, flame me on the other stories, but no flaming this one, please! I know it's very flame-prone, but have mercy on this one! And I may be wrong on where each of their rooms is since I haven't watched Fushigi Yuugi for a long time.
Akire's ship (well, she said it's for making the "ruse" more "realistic") just docked and out she went, and stood in front of the welcome committee assembled for her. "Nice people", she remarked as she went through soldiers in salute. At the end of them all was Hotohori, Miaka, Tamahome and the rest of them. Nuriko, well, had just let go of Tasuki. Apparently, he had to be dragged there, kicking and screaming as the saying goes.
Bowing low, Akire said, "It is an honor to meet you all." Hotohori did likewise, while the others said, "Same here," "Nice to meet you too," "Pleasure's ours." Tasuki just settled for the, erm, blunt, "Whatever." Akire's eyes narrowed as their stares met. Mental note: watch out for this guy, next thing I know I have a knife sticking out of my back. He may even be one of Ikegai's spies. Her thoughts were diverted when Nuriko cheerfully announced, "Do you mind, Ms. Akire, if I showed you around? I'm sure you'll like it here!" Akire smiled back. "It's nice to know I'll be getting along with people here!"
"Now, Hotohori told me you're allowed to chose any room you want to stay in," Nuriko said after she showed Akire around the palace. "An ordinary room would be enough for me," the latter replied, relieved that she won't be forced into a flamboyant room. Anyone would get fed up when you live in royalty everyday. Nuriko shrugged, and led her to her room. "Hey, if you need anything, holler. Don't you adhere to any formal whatever here, we don't care, either," Nuriko said, raising her voice slightly above normal to make sure Hotohori's in earshot. Oh, I would definitely have a good time here, Akire thought, letting down her bag with a thud. The moment Nuriko left the room, she removed her boots and jumped back onto the bed.
There's a knock on her door. One, loud, rude one, which Akire knew Tasuki was most definitely behind it. She opened the door to the folded arms, scowl on face red head fangboy. "Just would like you to know I don't really like this arrangement," he said, pointing to his room, which Akire sadly noticed, was just across hers. "I'll be watching you. No funny stuff, or I'll roast you alive," he continued, patting his iron fan. She scowled, which wasn't the first time that happened ever since she first saw him. "Hey, when you get back to your room and close the door, don't let it hit your smug, little - ah forget it," she said, deciding that she wasn't going to let this lowlife get to her nerves. Both turned their backs to each other with their teeth bared. She isn't happy with this arrangement, either.
That night, Tasuki decided that, to get rid of this little pest-of-a-woman, he has to make her life miserable here. So, after much thinking, he finally hit on a plan. He sneaked into her room, carrying a "love letter" he made to Hotohori, which he made to look as if Akire wrote it. "She'll be so embarrassed she won't be able to look anyone straight in the face anymore!" he snickered, quietly sneaking around her bed and onto the table. You see this's where he's certain someone's going to put Akire's breakfast, so someone's bound to notice the letter and will most definitely report to Hotohori. Yeah, I know, some people are just silly (in Tasuki's case, it's cute).
When he was about to sneak back out, he felt the point of something long and sharp pricking the back of his head. "Do you think I became the Pal - the Chief of the Guard because I let people sneak past me into my very room? You make me laugh!" Akire's voice said. He slowly turned around to see her sword and its owner glaring back at him. He breathed a sigh of relief (though he'll never admit it) when she sheathed it and showed him the door. "This ain't the last from me, you hear?" he said with complete defiance, before he almost broke his nose when she slammed the door at his face. She pulled at her hair, saying, "This is gonna be a very, very long stay."