Disclaimer: Dragonheart looks around furtively before whispering, "It's not mine! I swear I'll put them all back where I got them when I'm finished! By my honor!

Dust-chan: What honor?

Mote-kun: Yeah, that's what I'd like to know to!

Dragonheart: Urusai! My honor is my life!

Dust-chan: So...you're dead?

Dragonheart preens her wings "Maybe."

Mote-kun: I wondered what the smell was!

Dragonheart: That's not me, that would be Dante...eggs don't last long without refrigeration...

Dust-chan: Ewww!

Mote-kun grins

Dragonheart: Anyways, I don't own anything in the fic, dead, alive, or decaying.

Dust-chan glances timidly at Dante "Shouldn't we give him an honorable burial?"

Dragonheart: Be my guest.

Dust-chan: Anou...

Mote-kun: Would you write the story already?

Dragonheart: What story?

Mote-kun stares evilly into her eyes with mini-tic marks on his face popping up "Bishies and Duels. Remember? The one you promised you would finish if it killed you?"

Dragonheart: Oh, that one!

Mote-kun facepalms then grabs Dragonheart's hands and places them on the keyboard "Write!"

Dragonheart: Now?

Dust-chan: YES! Ima!

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Risika and Anastasia did not have an eventful departure from Waterslide City, nor was their journey to Fushigi Yuugi territory eventful. However, once they arrived at their destination, the action started to pick up.

After sending her bishies into their balls as Risika had already done, Anastasia began cleaning up the mess from breakfast with her fellow traveler. It was a fine, fresh morning and the girls worked quietly in peace. While cleaning up the leftovers from breakfast, Anastasia heard rustling in the bushes surround the camp caused by a mysterious personage. Anastasia put a finger to her lips to warn Risika to be silent. Pulling out one of her bishie balls furtively, the young trainer swiftly pitched it at the source of the slight noise.

"Kyaaa!" came the shout of a young girl before a flash of white light cut off the sound from the newly captured bishie. Victoriously retrieving her bishie ball, Anastasia commanded, "Bishie, whoever you are, come out!"

With another flash of white light, a young girl with brown hair styled into meatball buns on the sides of her head appeared on the ground in a sitting position. Blinking up at her mistress, Miaka smiled and managed a small smile. "Kon'nichi wa!" she squeaked out cheerfully.

Anastasia's face went white with fear. "Oh my pickles and mustard! What'd I ever do to deserve this!" she exclaimed in despair.

"Pickles and mustard?" Risika said in a disgusted voice, "That's so nasty!"

Anastasia didn't have the energy to summon even a half-hearted glare at her friend. "It's Miaka. Miaka! One of the most feared bishoujos of this world!"

"What's so bad about a Miaka?" Risika asked tilting her head to the side like a curious puppy.

"Miakas are obssessed with their Seishi, you can never tell which one she will fall for, they eat ALOT!, they are also known to send their trainers into madness, and they can't fight worth a darn!" Anastasia shouted in a panicked voice. "I am NOT keeping this bishie, that's for sure!"

"Give her to me then," Anastasia ordered. "I've always liked Miaka, she's courageous, kind, and loving. I admire her alot."

Anastasia looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "Ok, but we have to ask Miaka to stick around in between the freeing process and the capturing process, or she'll run away."

Risika squatted down beside Miaka who had tears in her eyes from her feelings being injured by Anastasia's harsh words about her fellow Miakas. "Hey, Miaka, would you mind if I was your trainer instead of Anastasia here?"

Miaka nodded her head dumbly.

Anastasia sighed, then broke the bishie ball that she had used to capture Miaka.

Miaka stayed where she was until she was tapped on her shoulder by Risika's bishie ball. She disappeared for the second time that day into the silver and black ball.

After a moment, Risika commanded, "Miaka, come out!"

Miaka appeared from the ball. She smiled slightly, then bowed to her new trainer. "Kon'nichi wa again. I'm Miaka and I'm a san, almost a sama!"

"Almost a sama?!" Anastasia blurted out. "I've never EVER seen a Miaka- sama!"

"That's because by the time most of us reach that stage, our trainers have tired of us and freed us," Miaka responded. "When we reach our sama stage, we become quite powerful. Full miko powerage and all that jazz."

Risika grinned. "Cool! Does that mean you'll be like the Miaka in Eikoden?"

Miaka nodded proudly.

"Wow! That's amazing! I didn't like much in that series, but Miaka was the perfect model of how I thought she would be when she was married and all grown up!" Risika exclaimed with an even bigger grin.

Miaka's eyes started shining with minature stars at Risika's praise. "Really?" she asked with those shining eyes.

"Really, really," Risika responded.

Anastasia sighed. "Well, I really wish you good luck, Risika. Miakas are a handful- don't look at me like that Miaka! It's true! Y'all do go a little nuts with your loves!- but if you do manage to make it to her becoming a sama, it just might be worthwhile the trouble. At any rate, it'll be easy to catch a Tamahome, Nuriko, Amiboshi, or Hotohori with her around."

"Nuriko," Miaka murrmered the name of the popular purple-haired Suzaku Shichiseishi.

"You like Nuriko?" Risika asked with a smile.

"I love him," Miaka declared.

"Cool," was all Risika said while Anastasia facepalmed. This would be interesting.

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Author's Corner

Dragonheart: So...What'd ya think? I sorta am begining to like Miaka a bit... I think she's immature and indescisive, but that is common in girls her age in this century, so I forgive her. If she was born in the Universe of the Four Gods, she would have grown up faster, but she was shoved into that world from ours with absolutely no preperation whatsoever. It must have been hard for her. We live in a world of highly advanced technology are all that stuff, so in all likelyhood, if she wasn't a Miko with all those dudes protecting her, she'd of probably died (Even with them protecting her she nearly died several times...). So, anyways, I thought I would introduce her into the fic. Who knows how long I'll keep her around? I don't know. It depends on you, the readers', reactions to her and whether I'm up to fitting her in with all the rest of the peeps. I do have a slight problem, though, and that is: I don't like giving any of the characters I have now Bishoujos for obvious reasons. To fix my problem, I'm going to begin adding boy trainers into this fic. It's gonna be hard, after all, I don't know how guys think and which bishoujos guys like and all that stuff... Anyways, thank you, all my reviewers, for your kind words of encouragement. The praise from your lips (fingers... ) keeps my enthusiasm and inspiration flowing (along with a good dosage of Dragonlance and manga...)

Next chapter: Cherry, Angela, and Aya are bishie hunting in earnest in Gundam Wing territory. Will they catch any bishies? Or will their luck, which has been on the scale level of Irish, fall down to 0? Find out next in the next chapter of Bishies and Duels! Please review on your way out!

Dragonheart the Terrible

P.S. For all who were wondering about Dust-chan, Mote-kun, and Dante...well, Dante was an egg I boiled that I named after my favorite author: Dante. I made him my muse. But, as time passes on, so did my egg. Didn't smell quite as bad as a broken Ukrainian egg, but it got pretty close there. Anyways, I had to find new muses, so a bit of dust dust and a mote that fly around my room kindly voluntered for the job- quite brave of them, actually.

Dust-chan

Female

Chocholate brown eyes (think Hershey bars, the dark chocholate kind)

1 mm

Mote-kun

Male

Golden eyes

1900 nanometers

Dragonheart: Ha! Dust-chan is taller!

Mote-kun: But I'm more assertive.

Dragonheart bangs her head on her desk

Dust-chan hurriedly clicks the post button before anything else makes it's way into what is supposed to be a fic about bishies....