Tachiagair Jakunen Written by: Fira Flame

I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.

This is a re-written version of the original copy of Tachiagair Jakunen, which I had written in the fall of 2002. It sucked, really bad, so here I am, re-writing it...

Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

The room was spinning. Her head felt like a hammer was driving into it with every heartbeat and her stomach was doing back flips. Melissa strained her eyes to focus as she sat up, holding her head. Either she had drunk a little too much the previous evening or something serious was up. After eyeing the empty bottle of Vodka and Orange Juice on her night stand, she went with the drinking theory. God damn hangovers, she had important things to do today! She elbowed Tasuki in the ribs and pulled herself into a sitting position. The change of elevation caused her stomach to lurch, she suddenly felt last night's pork roast racing the vodka and orange juice to her mouth. Bathroom. Toilet. NOW.

Without wasting a nano-second, Melissa leapt out of bed, which she'd later curse herself for, and charged out of the room, and into the bathroom. In all the events, she failed to notice she was running around in only underwear and a loose tank-top.

Later, she'd compare the incident to the time she road the Power Tower at Cedar Point five times without drinks in between. She sat on her knees with her head resting on the seat of the toilet. Not at all did she mind how many asses had been on that seat, just that she was going to puke until her stomach was inside out. Reaching to the bathroom table, she found GT's watch, and found it was just barely 7 AM, which was unnatural for the healer to be up that early. God her mouth tasted like shit...

Pulling herself up, she flushed the toilet and treaded over to the sink. She washed her face and reached into the medicine cabinet for her toothbrush. The taste was getting horrible. A thought stuck her, why was she sick now? Wouldn't the sleeping make it go away? Possibly, but she could have sworn the orange juice bottle on the night stand wasn't even close to how empty the vodka bottle was. Melissa let out a groan as her head began to throb, her hangover was just starting to get nasty. She pushed herself away from the sink and began to wobble back to her bedroom. She didn't feel good one bit. Her mouth tasted like the trash cans behind Chuckie-Cheeses, and her head felt like it was going to split in two any second now. Just her lucky day...

Possibly two or three hours later, Melissa finally dragged herself out of bed. She found that Tasuki was already up. Hr head still hurt, but the nausea was nearly gone. There was probably no event in her life she could have related that experience too. Not even the violent influenza she got when she was 19. THAT was a pair of weeks to remember. She wobbled down the stairs and dragged her feet as she went into the kitchen. It was empty.

She plopped herself down in a chair and held her head. Pain killers felt like a distant miracle for her. NOTHING could kill this pain, not even an entire bottle.

(Too much Vodka?)

(Possible.)

(Hangovers never last long for a Saiya-jin)

(And.....?)

(I'm a healer, meaning I shouldn't even GET hangovers!!)

(You've got a hangover, get over it, you've had TONS of hangovers)

(It CAN'T be a hangover...)

(Pshaw)

Melissa's mental argument ceased when she felt the ki of another step into the room. It was Legolas, his hair still wet from a shower.

"Good Morning, lady Missy."

" mornin'..."

The prince gave the healer a quizzical look as he pulled bread out.

"Are you feeling well?"

"Does it look like it?" Melissa glared. Legolas frowned and turned to the toaster, leaving the conversation was it was.

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"Water?"

"Blah."

"Milk?"

"Blah."

"Orange Juice?"

"Blah."

"Apple Juice?"

"Blah again."

"Soda?"

"Depends."

"Orange Soda...?"

"Different Orange."

" 'Mountain Dew: Live Wire'?"

"There you go."

Tasuki frowned, knowing that Live Wire was not good for a person such as Melissa. He rolled his eyes and stuck his head into the fridge, looking for the orange colored liquid. Once finding, he pulled it out of the ice box and began pouring the healer a glass. He set it in front of her and watched her suspiciously. He knew that within ten, possibly five minutes of drinking the carbonated beverage, she'd be chasing him down like a horny goat. It had happened before, but lucky that was before she'd become a Saiya-jin, so the ex-bandit easily slipped off into a hidden corridor in the Konan palace. He had to hide there for at least an hour so the woman could calm down, or unleash her 'hyper-ness' on Nuriko or Chichiri. Luckily for all of them, Hotohori was not in that day, or else the Healer would currently be locked in a very cold, very damp dungeon. He snickered at the thought of a hyperactive Melissa driving a guard so far up the wall she got a katana through her ears.

"More." Melissa said eagerly, pushing the now empty glass towards the seishi. She seemed to be wired already. Tasuki bit his lip and poured another glass. Melissa snatched the glass away before it was even full and swigged it down faster than a cowboy with scotch. Because of her Saiya-jin speed, the still pouring Live Wire never struck the counter before Melissa put her glass back under. This repeated for nearly a minute before it finally seemed Melissa had had enough and she was going to begin her wired rants.

"Y'know-Genrou-you're-really-hot. And-that's-not-just-a-compliment, I-mean- it." She grinned. "You're-SO-hot, I-just-wanna-tackle-you-through-that-wall- and-shag-ya. Yeah- that's-what-I-wanna-do. You-know-what-I'm-gonna-do? I'm- gonna-get-myself-a-1967-Cadillac-Eldorado-Convertable, hot-pink-with-whale- skin-hub-caps-and-all-leather-cow-interior-and-big-brown-baby-seal-eyes-for -headlights. Yeah! And-I'm-gonna-drive-around-in-that-baby-at-115-miles-per- hour-getting-one-mile-per-gallon, sucking-down-Quarter-Pounder-cheese- burgers-from-McDonalds-in-the..."

Tasuki shook his head, knowing from how much she had drunk this could go on for hours. So, he filled up that glass once more with Live Wire, and took a swig.

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"Hey Teri."

"What Missy?"

"Teri."

"What?"

"Teeerrrriiii"

"Good gravy, how much Live Wire did you drink?"

"Just a glass.... or ten..."

"I hate you."

"I love you too Onee-san."

"Keeren"

"Go away."

"Keeren."

"I'm going to kick you."

"Keeeeereeeeennnnn."

::SMASH!::

"ITAI!!"

"That's what you get"

"Bitch!"

"Skank!"

"Hoe!"

"Go bother Nuriko or something."

"Okay!"

"Nurikooooo"

"Did YOU give Tasuki Live Wire?"

"Maybe...."

"Go get the Tessen AWAY from him, I think he's going to try to use the couch as target practic."

"And I should care why....?"

"Because YOU gave him the drink!!"

"Okay! I love you buh-bye!"

"Baka no Miko...."

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A/N: It could have been worse... And yes, Missy DOES act like this if you give her enough Dew. It scared the shit out of me when she gets all weird acting on me.... moo...

'The Asshole Song' By Dennis Leary is © Dennis Leary and whomever he works with. God I love that song.

To Be Continued...

Am I the only one hating myself for that last page....?