Otakgrimage Chapter 2

Author's Note: Well, here's chapter 2. Actually, I like Oyama a lot, but his character isn't really developed until later. Although Aoi-kun is so great too. He's actually my dream man. . I always imagine myself as Mitsuki, the lucky girl. So, there's a bright light? What happened to Mitsuki and the others? And why did she call out for Aoi-kun? Was Kana right?

Chapter 2 – The Priestess of Suzaku

Mitsui slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred. She let out a small groan as a sharp pain shot through her head. She could faintly hear footsteps rushing towards her and the small voices of what sounded like men. She finally gathered enough energy to sit up and her vision cleared, showing her the handsome men before her. And she recognized them to be none other than the Seven Seishi. Before she could say anything, she felt strong arms hug her tightly.

"Oh Miaka-chan, I'm so glad you're alright!" She blinked and a blush adorned Mitsui's face as she recognized the voice of Tamahome. She decided to play along for now, thinking that she was in some sort of role-playing game at Otakon.

"Oh Tamahome-kun, thank goodness!" She let out a sigh and gripped her arms around him tightly. She looked around and saw that she was in the palace of Konan.

'Wow, they did a really good job on this set! It's exactly like it is in the anime!' She was released by Tamahome and looked around and saw Aoi. She smiled and waved him over, shocking the other Seishi.

"Hello Hotohori-kun." She made an obvious wink and he sighed, shaking his head with annoyance on his face. He glared at the other Seishi and took that time to talk.

"I wish for everyone else to leave. I wish to talk to Miaka-chan alone." The Seishis looked nervously between Tamahome and Aoi before slowly filtering out of the room. When Tamahome did not move, Aoi glared at him.

"Tamahome-kun, I meant for EVERYONE to leave. Including you. I will not do anything indecent to Miaka-chan, I assure you." Tamahome looked over at him nervously before giving Mitsui a kiss.

"I'll talk to you later Miaka-chan." Mitsui blushed a deep red as Tamahome exited from the room, closing the door behind him. Mitsui turned and looked at Aoi.

"So HOTOHORI-KUN, what do you wish to speak to me about?"

"Cut the crap Mitsui. We're not role-playing. This is REAL. I looked around the palace while you were sleeping. And it doesn't look too good."

Mitsui blinked innocently and thought for a few seconds.

"Wait a minute… This is the real palace of Konan?"

"Yes."

"And that was the real Tamahome?"

"Yes."

"And-"

"MITSUI, IT'S REAL! JEEZ!"

Mitsui shut her mouth and looked up at him. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Realizing they still had their costumes on, Mitsui raised another question.

"Where are the real Miaka and Hotohori then?"

"Well, I don't know actually. But I do have a theory."

"And that would be?"

"That perhaps we are taking their place until we can figure out how to get home. Because so far, I have not seen either of them here."

Mitsui took a second to run this through her brain and nodded. "That does make sense… Wow Aoi-kun, I'm surprised!"

"About what?"

"That you were able to think of something smart like that!"

Mitsui received a blow to the head and rubbed her bump with a sigh.

"What should we do in the meantime?"

Aoi shrugged. "I think we should just keep this charade up. Perhaps they won't notice the difference."

Mitsui smiled. "Yeah, maybe."

Aoi gave her what looked like a grin, and flipped his ponytail over his shoulder. "Now, to go be an emperor…" He opened the door and walked out into the hallway, leaving Mitsui in her bed. As he walked to the throne room, he bumped into Tamahome, who looked positively furious.

"Well, now that YOU'VE spent time with her, maybe I'll get a chance to spend time with Miaka-chan." As Tamahome walked towards Mitsui's room, Aoi had this strong urge to kick Tamahome. However, he resisted.

Mitsui played with the edge of the blanket, fingering the intricate patterns on the silky coverlet. She let out a small squeak as the door opened and Tamahome slowly walked in.

"Miaka-chan…" He quickly crossed the room and embraced Mitsui again. Mitsui could feel the blush on her cheeks deepen. He drew away from her slowly and proceeded to kiss her gently on the neck. She started to panic a little, but realized she had to act like Miaka if she didn't want to get caught. However, when his hands started to run down her body and caress her breasts, she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Tamahome, I'm really hungry! How about we go get something to eat!"

Tamahome sighed and reluctantly got up. "Alright, sure. Let me help you up." He held out his hand and Mitsui took one gently. He led her to the dining table and ordered for some food. She swallowed the food quickly and left the table quickly.

"Ok guys, I feel like walking around for a bit, if no one else minds?"

Chichiri stood up and walked next to Mitsui. "Actually, Miaka-chan, I would like to talk to you for a few minutes. Is that alright?"

Mitsui nodded with a smile on her face. "Sure Chichiri! That'd be fine!" She turned to the other Seishi. "We'll be back in a few minutes' guys!" She followed Chichiri out into the garden, and both Tamahome and Aoi watched her retreating figure carefully.

Chichiri sat down on a large rock before patting an empty area next to him, motioning for Mitsui to sit down. She quickly agreed, having been a rather big Chichiri fan. She smiled and decided to start the conversation.

"So, what do you need to talk to me about?"

Chichiri took off his mask and turned to her slowly.

"Who are you?"

Mitsui looked at him nervously before letting out a laugh.

"What do you mean Chichiri? I'm Miaka of course!"

Noticing that the "nice act" wasn't working, he glared at her.

"I will ask you one more time. Who are you?"

Mitsui could tell when the game was up, and she decided to tell him the truth.

"Chichiri, my name is Mitsui. I am not from this world either, just like Miaka. In fact, in my world, none of you exist. This is just a show, a form of entertainment. Like the theater."

Chichiri looked at Mitsui for a second before nodding. "Is it the same with this false Hotohori?"

Mitsui nodded, suddenly feeling extremely guilty. Chichiri looked up at her sad eyes and patted her on the crown of her head gently.

"Do not feel bad. I doubt this is your fault. But, what if we were to go visit Tai-Itskun?"

Mitsui nodded vigorously. "I'm sure that would work! Maybe she could get me and Aoi home! Oh, Chichiri, will you tell the others?"

Chichiri pondered for a minute before grinning. "I don't think I will. Perhaps it would be more entertaining if they DIDN'T know."

Mitsui held out her hand to him and he took it, firmly shaking it.

"Pleasure to meet you Mitsui-chan."