(peeks in to the room) Um… uh… :X Hi! I'm… back… from my unannounced hiatus:X For anybody who wants to know, I was working on my final project at home as well as at school and it drained me out of using the computer for much else besides adding stuff to my DeviantArt site. Which, by the way, is sawatari. incase you didn't know. :) You can also see some of what I'm working on in final project. Three down, two more to go. X.x
Is anybody here from North Carolina? Personally, I was born in New York. The state, not the city. My parents recently moved to North Carolina. Well, anyways, there is a convention at the end of May in Durham. I should graduate by the beginning of May, so I will get to go! It should be fun. The creator of Fushigi Yuugi and Ayashi no Ceres is going to be there. I have a Fushigi Yuugi costume, although I didn't really care for the show. The characters were well made, but the show itself was… I dunno… Maybe Miaka just annoyed me into thinking I didn't like the show?
Anybody been to conventions? My first was Otakon 2003. I was Vash on Friday, Sohma Ritsu on Saturday, and Amiboshi on Sunday. My sister was Suboshi on Sunday. Our first picture was taken in the dealer's room by somebody who wanted a shounen-ai shot. X.x Something about my sister hugging me was… creepy.
There is going to be a lot of Yami no Matsuei costumes at Animazement this year. (That's the con in Durham.) I didn't understand why, until I remember that the manga was licensed. XD
Well, on the off chance that anybody is going, I'll be Lulu! I'm hoping on going into the costume contest. :X Wish me luck. X.x''
Anyways… I just turned this two page chapter into a three pager. XD I didn't mean to. X.x I got an idea on a way to have Hisoka save Tsuzuki for once. Watch for it in a coming chapter! I'm sorry if this chapter is short. I'm still getting back in my writing groove, so if this isn't up to your expectations of me… well… in the words of Sohma Ritsu… GOMEN NASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI!
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Yami Yami Omake Nana!
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"Muraki!" Hisoka ran up to the men. He pushed himself between Tsuzuki and Muraki. "What the hell are you doing here…?" The priest stepped back, bewildered.
"Well, well…" Muraki smirked. "You do, in fact, make a beautiful bride." Muraki moved his hand forward and stopped it under Hisoka's chin.
"D… Don't touch him!" Tsuzuki snapped. He pulled Muraki's hand away and pushed Hisoka behind him. "I don't care if the priest brought you. Get the hell out of here."
"Tsuzuki-san!" The priest stood in front of Muraki. "I must say, I do not appreciate your behavior around my friend."
"Friend? You call him your friend?" Hisoka scoffed. "Then you, priest, are friends with the devil."
"Bite your tongue, boy!" The priest snapped.
"I really must be on my way anyways." Muraki smiled.
"Doctor, please." The priest turned to Muraki.
"Perhaps I shall see you later, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki smirked and continued to walk away.
"I'm sorry…" Tsuzuki turned to the priest.
The priest waved his hand. "Think nothing of it. Everybody has their own personal preferences on people. I am not one to judge you for it. However, I must be going myself."
"Thank you for doing this. I know it was difficult for you." Tsuzuki smiled.
"Why difficult?" The priest smiled and turned to Hisoka. "After all, you have a beautiful bride. A very normal wedding."
"Well," Tsuzuki turned to Hisoka. "You're right about that."
"Eh… uh… I'm…" Hisoka spun around and rushed back to the table his friends were at.
"I can understand why you fell into temptations." The priest smiled at Tsuzuki. "If I wasn't a man of God, I would have been the same way, I'm sure."
"Sir?" Tsuzuki blinked.
"He seems to radiate an almost demonic air. It is intoxicating. Not to mention he is rather cute." The priest scratched his head. "I mean she."
"Demonic?" Tsuzuki tilted his head to the side and looked in the direction Hisoka had run.
"Do not get devoured, Tsuzuki-san." The priest smiled and walked away.
"Devoured…?" Tsuzuki frowned.
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"It was wonderful to have you here." Hana smiled and bowed. "We are hoping on vacationing in Kyoto in the fall. Perhaps we can stop by."
Tsuzuki set the last suitcase in the trunk of his Porche and closed the trunk. "We'd really like that. Thank you for putting up with so much while we were here."
Hisoka slowly stumbled out of the house, Haruko sitting on his shoulders. "Hisoka-niichan! Are you really leaving?"
"Yes. Sorry." Hisoka pulled the reluctant Haruko off and set her down. "I'm not strong like Kei-san… I can't carry you like that for long."
"But I'm not heavy at all!" Haruko huffed. She smiled and ran up to Tsuzuki. "Asato-niisan is strong though!"
Tsuzuki smirked and pulled the girl onto his shoulders. "I'm also taller than Kei-san."
Hana turned to Hisoka. "I'm sorry Kei couldn't see you off. He had to work early."
"It's fine. It was our fault for not getting up earlier." Hisoka yawned.
"It still amazes me… seeing you so different than the first day we brought you home." Hana smiled.
"Huh?" Hisoka turned to her.
"When we first met you, you were so cold and distrusting. You didn't smile and you even scared Kei." Hana wrapped her arms around Hisoka and sighed. "I am jealous that we weren't the ones to melt away the coldness in your heart…"
"Hana-san…" Hisoka frowned. "You did help me. More than I can ever say…"
"Hisoka! It's time to go!" Tsuzuki waved.
"Coming…" As Tsuzuki got in the car, Hisoka turned and smiled at Hana and Haruko. "I promise I'll write and call as much as I can." He continued into the car and waved.
"We look forward to it. Goodbye, Hisoka-kun." Hana smiled and waved.
"Bye Hisoka-niichan!
Asato-niisan!" Haruko jumped up and down and waved as the car
pulled out of the driveway and began down the road.
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"I can't wait to show Marie pictures of our wedding! My adorable little bride!" Tsuzuki glomped Hisoka as they walked into the house.
"H… hey! Nobody needs to see pictures of that…" Hisoka blushed and tried to peel Tsuzuki away.
"I'm going to put our wedding photo on the TV!" Tsuzuki jumped off Hisoka and torn open one of his suitcases. After a few moments of flinging clothes and assorted items around the room, he arrived at an elegantly framed picture of he and Hisoka; he in his tuxedo and Hisoka in his dress.
"Why me…" Hisoka sighed, still on the floor after the glomp. As he watched Tsuzuki proudly set the picture on top of the TV, he smiled.
