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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I have no idea why... but Dancing Hamsters give me sudden inspiration... Don't ask... o.O FUN place. Music's on the side of annoyance, but DEAL!! WAHAHAHAHAHA!!
~Fira Flame
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Chapter 9
Melissa blinked.
(baby?)
The nurse blinked back.
(what baby...?)
"You... didn't know you were pregnant?" The nurse asked. "You've been for at least a month and a half. Haven't you had 'morning sickness'?"
(so thats what it was...)
"Yeah..." Melissa replied. "I guess I did... it didn't seem like morning sickness... more like early morning hangover's..."
(oh shit)
"You've been drinking?"
(oh shit oh shit oh shit)
"I told you! I didn't know!"
"All right, all right." The nurse sighed. "How much did you drink?"
Melissa scratched the back of her head. She drank herself drunk at least twice a week. And tried to drink herself to sleep every once in a while. Melissa'd been trying to build up a record of how many drinks she can have without passing out. She was up to eighty-six.
"Well..."
"A lot, hmmm?" She sighed again. "I'll take that this was on accident?"
"Yeah... we didn't plan on it..."
(damn it we were so caught up in the passion we forgot protection)
A sudden thought struck the healer.
"What about my bike?"
"Bike?"
"Y-yeah! Y'know, orange and black, two wheels, goes 'vinn-vinn!!' "
"Oh, you're Motorcycle... it's trashed."
(WHAT did you say?)
".....trashed?" Melissa squeaked.
"Mmm-hmm.. I guess you're not going to be riding like that any more are you? Apparently to the truck driver who hit you, you were going at top speeds and ran through a stop sign"
(im beginning to dislike you)
Melissa let out a sound that was similar to a spoiled child whining for the chocolate cookie. That was her favorite bike. It's been in all her accidents, only once did she consider a new one, but chose against it. She'd had it ever since she turned 19, it was a birthday present from her grandfather, the last one she had gotten from him. She cherished it. Melissa frowned, and punched at the sheets. If things could get any worse, she'd most likely shoot herself in the head with her own ki.
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Melissa shut the door behind her, dropping her keys into her purse. The house was dark, too dark for her. The dull silence gave her an erie feeling, it wasn't common for this house to be so quiet... had they gone out for dinner? Doubt it, they wouldn't leave without Melissa, they'd receive too much of a thrashing when they got home. Melissa pulled her hair out of her bun and began to walk towards the stairs. The pain killers and Anti-biotics were almost done wearing off, so her arm was pretty much healed, her head still hurt like hell though. Her tail whipped around the hair with reckless freedom, it had been wrapped around her waist for far too long while she was going over the final 'checkup' to see if she was able enough to go home. She wanted to strangle the doctors.
"Good Evening, Meno"
Melissa eep'd and twisted around, facing the couch. There sat Keeren, looking up at her with an irritated expression. In her lap sat a length of black fabric, along with a red one. She was (trying) to sew.
"Yeah yeah, good fucking evening t' you too."
"Where were you? You had us worried."
"You're not my ka-san, or my tou-san, so don't be fucking worrying about me." Melissa snapped, turning to leave.
"Whether I'm your parent or not, I'm still your friend." Keeren stood from the couch, her tone dripping in annoyance. "You had me worried, with everything we've experienced in the last year, who knows what could have happened..."
Melissa rolled her eyes, and looked over her shoulder to her friend. "Oh - fucking - well. Stop worrying, it'll give ya' wrinkles..."
With that, Melissa walked off towards the stairs, her tail lashing angrily behind her. Keeren frowned and sat once more. She picked her needle back up and began to stitch the two fabrics together. The faint smell of vanilla caught her attention. Since when did they use Vanilla air freshener?
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Melissa sighed as she pulled herself into bed. Tasuki slept on the opposite side, curled in a fetal position. He looked so peaceful... But the healer knew that once he heard the news, he would be peaceful no longer. Would he be happy? That he was a father of his own now... or would he be furious, blaming her for the entire thing... Now that she thought about it, she was the one who started it. She was the one who dragged Tasuki into the lake and started the 'make-out session'. Would Tasuki blame it on her? He was just was much into it as she was. She grinned as she watched the flame haired seishi sleep on, his bare back to her. His skin dark and tanned. She could make out the imprint of a scar, she assumed it came from either the battle with Tamahome in manga Vol. 6 or the battle with Kotou near the end of the series. The ex-bandit stirred. Melissa smiled and moved closer to him.
"Genrou." She whispered, placing her hand on his shoulder. Tasuki turned, but he was not awake. He quickly pulled himself closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, like a child with a teddy bear. The healer smiled and leaned in closer, pressing a kiss against his cheek. Maybe he wouldn't be mad. Maybe he be overjoyed. Yes, that was what she hoped, what she wanted. They would both be happy, have a family, live on forever. It could happen, and she'd try anything to make it happen. She laid her head on his chest, his soft breathing making her drowsy. Maybe she could just let this moment go on forever...
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To Be Continued....
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!
*********************
I have no idea why... but Dancing Hamsters give me sudden inspiration... Don't ask... o.O FUN place. Music's on the side of annoyance, but DEAL!! WAHAHAHAHAHA!!
~Fira Flame
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Chapter 9
Melissa blinked.
(baby?)
The nurse blinked back.
(what baby...?)
"You... didn't know you were pregnant?" The nurse asked. "You've been for at least a month and a half. Haven't you had 'morning sickness'?"
(so thats what it was...)
"Yeah..." Melissa replied. "I guess I did... it didn't seem like morning sickness... more like early morning hangover's..."
(oh shit)
"You've been drinking?"
(oh shit oh shit oh shit)
"I told you! I didn't know!"
"All right, all right." The nurse sighed. "How much did you drink?"
Melissa scratched the back of her head. She drank herself drunk at least twice a week. And tried to drink herself to sleep every once in a while. Melissa'd been trying to build up a record of how many drinks she can have without passing out. She was up to eighty-six.
"Well..."
"A lot, hmmm?" She sighed again. "I'll take that this was on accident?"
"Yeah... we didn't plan on it..."
(damn it we were so caught up in the passion we forgot protection)
A sudden thought struck the healer.
"What about my bike?"
"Bike?"
"Y-yeah! Y'know, orange and black, two wheels, goes 'vinn-vinn!!' "
"Oh, you're Motorcycle... it's trashed."
(WHAT did you say?)
".....trashed?" Melissa squeaked.
"Mmm-hmm.. I guess you're not going to be riding like that any more are you? Apparently to the truck driver who hit you, you were going at top speeds and ran through a stop sign"
(im beginning to dislike you)
Melissa let out a sound that was similar to a spoiled child whining for the chocolate cookie. That was her favorite bike. It's been in all her accidents, only once did she consider a new one, but chose against it. She'd had it ever since she turned 19, it was a birthday present from her grandfather, the last one she had gotten from him. She cherished it. Melissa frowned, and punched at the sheets. If things could get any worse, she'd most likely shoot herself in the head with her own ki.
*********************
Melissa shut the door behind her, dropping her keys into her purse. The house was dark, too dark for her. The dull silence gave her an erie feeling, it wasn't common for this house to be so quiet... had they gone out for dinner? Doubt it, they wouldn't leave without Melissa, they'd receive too much of a thrashing when they got home. Melissa pulled her hair out of her bun and began to walk towards the stairs. The pain killers and Anti-biotics were almost done wearing off, so her arm was pretty much healed, her head still hurt like hell though. Her tail whipped around the hair with reckless freedom, it had been wrapped around her waist for far too long while she was going over the final 'checkup' to see if she was able enough to go home. She wanted to strangle the doctors.
"Good Evening, Meno"
Melissa eep'd and twisted around, facing the couch. There sat Keeren, looking up at her with an irritated expression. In her lap sat a length of black fabric, along with a red one. She was (trying) to sew.
"Yeah yeah, good fucking evening t' you too."
"Where were you? You had us worried."
"You're not my ka-san, or my tou-san, so don't be fucking worrying about me." Melissa snapped, turning to leave.
"Whether I'm your parent or not, I'm still your friend." Keeren stood from the couch, her tone dripping in annoyance. "You had me worried, with everything we've experienced in the last year, who knows what could have happened..."
Melissa rolled her eyes, and looked over her shoulder to her friend. "Oh - fucking - well. Stop worrying, it'll give ya' wrinkles..."
With that, Melissa walked off towards the stairs, her tail lashing angrily behind her. Keeren frowned and sat once more. She picked her needle back up and began to stitch the two fabrics together. The faint smell of vanilla caught her attention. Since when did they use Vanilla air freshener?
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Melissa sighed as she pulled herself into bed. Tasuki slept on the opposite side, curled in a fetal position. He looked so peaceful... But the healer knew that once he heard the news, he would be peaceful no longer. Would he be happy? That he was a father of his own now... or would he be furious, blaming her for the entire thing... Now that she thought about it, she was the one who started it. She was the one who dragged Tasuki into the lake and started the 'make-out session'. Would Tasuki blame it on her? He was just was much into it as she was. She grinned as she watched the flame haired seishi sleep on, his bare back to her. His skin dark and tanned. She could make out the imprint of a scar, she assumed it came from either the battle with Tamahome in manga Vol. 6 or the battle with Kotou near the end of the series. The ex-bandit stirred. Melissa smiled and moved closer to him.
"Genrou." She whispered, placing her hand on his shoulder. Tasuki turned, but he was not awake. He quickly pulled himself closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, like a child with a teddy bear. The healer smiled and leaned in closer, pressing a kiss against his cheek. Maybe he wouldn't be mad. Maybe he be overjoyed. Yes, that was what she hoped, what she wanted. They would both be happy, have a family, live on forever. It could happen, and she'd try anything to make it happen. She laid her head on his chest, his soft breathing making her drowsy. Maybe she could just let this moment go on forever...
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To Be Continued....
