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Note: This chapter was written mostly by my sister. There are a few comments in here that those under 13 might be offended by, if you are bothered by such things, do not read this chapter. Arigato! Read, enjoy, review!

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Heads turned as the three men swaggered into the bar. Even in this world of Bishies, they stood out. Perhaps it was their confidence, even arrogance, but more likely the unusual company.

Tokaki surveyed the female population with a grin, "Look pretty good, eh guys?" Tomo said, "Indeed." Miroku chided his fellow bishies, "Look what you've done. Our Lady is embarrassed to enter with us."

The others turned to see Isolde slip into the bar as quietly and quickly as possible. She claimed a table in a dark corner and when a waiter approached said, "Something fruity, please. Maybe a virgin daquiri?"

Tokaki appeared at her side, "Why so tight, sugar? They don't worry about age here." "Look hon, if this visit goes like all the others, we'll need all my wits functioning. And get your hand off my thigh!, said Isolde indignantly. Tokaki grinned.

The patrons of the bar turned at the sound of a loud slap. You could just see them think, "Oh, a Tokaki." as they went back to what they were doing. Tokaki picked himself up off the floor and said, "Well, I'm gonna rejoin the guys. Later, babe."

Isolde's drink arrived, and she slowly sipped it. As she neared the halfway mark, she became more agitated. "Any second now.", she muttered. Less than a minute later it started.

"........!.......!......!!!!" and the sounds of a scuffle arose. "Shit.", Isolde said as she rose. Tomo had his hand's in a placeting manner. "Now, now;" was all he got out before an angry Tamahome swung at him. "Hey!", Tokaki said, "What do you think you're doing?"

"He, um, He, um,", Tamahome chocked out. "What?", Miroku asked. "He kissed me man!", Tamahome said angrily. Tokaki and Miroku both raised an eyebrow. Tokaki turned to Tomo, "Look, we've told you before..." He was interrupted by a foot coming out of nowhere to nearly hit him in the face.

"Hey, what's you're problem?!", he asked. Tomo gagged Tamahome with his illusionary vines. Unfortunately, Tamahome was not alone. Nuriko and a Ashitaka stepped up. Takaki and Tomo had their hands full. Tokaki teleport ability was all that saved them from the three attackers. In the mean while, Miroku had his share of trouble.

"You're with this guy?", asked the three attackers. "Well, yes, sorta. Maybe not in the way you mean.", replied the monk. Soon the three of the defenders formed a triangle with an angry crowd surrounding them. Isolde could just barely catch a glimpse of them by standing on her chair and stretching. Two flashes of red caught her eye. She made her way to the door.

"Isolde! What is going on? Tasuki and I caught the commotion from down the street and decided to check it out. Are you ok?", asked Cherry. "Yeah, s'all ok. A few of my bishies are starting a bar fight.", replied Isolde. "Shouldn't we stop it?", asked Cherry worriedly. "Hell, yeah!", Tasuki said. He then leapt into the fray with as much eagerness as he did chasing after sake.

"Now there's a bishie after my own heart.", Isolde said approvingly, "Shall we go sit down?" "What about stopping it?", Cherry asked. "Oh, if it gets too bad, Tokaki will teleport to me and ask me to release Tyreal- sama.", said Isolde. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen your Tyreal- sama out of his ball. Is he shy?", Cherry asked as they made their way to the table.

"Well, he kinda cramps my style. Also, he spends alot of time in meditation. So, it works out best if he stays in his ball, unless he is needed for a fight.", replied Isolde.

"Is he really strong enough to beat them all?"

"This crowd? No sweat. It's all sans here, and a Tyreal-san can defeat most samas. A Tyreal-sama is well nigh unbeatable. All he has to do is show up and all these people will suddenly be good friends. Yo! Waiter! Bottle of rum, please!"

"Why?"

"He has an unpleasant trick of taking miscreatents by their shoulders and knocking their heads together."

"Oh, I want to see it!"

"Really? Just a sec. Tokaki! Over here!", Isolde called to her bishie.

"What's up?", said bishies said teleporting to her side.

"Cherry here want's some real action. So guess who is gonna show?"

"Thanks for the head's up."

Tokaki teleported to his friends and quietly got them out of the various fights that had developed and got them near their trainer. The fight raged on, the original quarrels forgotten. "3, 2, 1.", Isolde counted then released the Archangel from his ball. "Wow.", Cherry breathed into the sudden silence, "He's so cool!" Surprised by the lack of agreement, she turned to Isolde.

Isolde was gazing at the armour clad form of her bishies. Stars twinkled in the depths of her eyes as she sang, "Isn't he lovely? Just look at his wings!" The said wings gently furled and unfurled as the Archangel knelt before his trainer. "What task do you have for me, my Lady?", the Archangel asked gently.

"Well, sweetie, these ruffians were being a nuiscence.", Isolde replied. Tyreal turned to face the crowd.

"Us, sir? No, nevah!, was the general reply of the crowd to Isolde's accusation.

"Who are those two?", Isolde asked pointing to a Tamahome grappling with a Sanosuke. The two were fighting, unawares of the massive figure standing behind the crowd.

Their fight was abruptly ended when Tyreal wrapped a finger's width ribbon of light around each of their waist's and brought their heads crashing together. The two fell stunned to the floor, as the rest of the patron's reassured the Archangel they were incredibly peaceful, no one there knew those two, they would be very good to all present and, yes, they would be very good to his Lady and all her friends.

Tyreal turned to his star-struck trainer and said, "Is there anything further you require of me, my Lady?"

"Oh, Tyreal!", Isolde cried and flung herself at her bishie. Cherry was amazed and jealous of the speed and strength of the glomp. "Could I at least stroke his wing?", she asked wistfully.

Tasuki whistled at the sight of the mighty Archangel standing there with his trainer clinging like a limpet. "Man, this happens every time she let's him out of his ball. She won't speak a coherent sentence for days!", Tokaki complained. Miroku and Tomo sighed.

"How'd she catch him anyway?", asked Tasuki curiously. "He tripped over her and fell.", replied Tokaki. "Well, we might as well join the rest. Let's go, Tyreal.", said Miroku.

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Did ya like it? I love it to death! It's my favorite chapter! Trillium rocks I tell ya! Even if she did make it a little hentai. Ja ne!