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" From fear and tragedy heroes and saviors are born."
Colonel James E. Wilkins
A final pair of living Suzaku-seishis were sitting at the lakey-river-type-thingy fishing, more of Chichiri was fishing and Tasuki was talking about sake, money, and raids while a fish ran away with his fishing pole.
" Tasuki, No Da. Your fishing pole is swimming away from you, No Da.", Said Chichiri as a sweat drop ran across the back of his.
" Wha, Ahhh!" yelled the flame-headed seishi as he dove dramatically into the frigid water. He was doing a great job at swimming after the pole until Chichiri made a remark.
" Tasuki, I thought you couldn't swim and were deathly afraid of water. No Da." Soon after this remark Tasuki started sinking while desperately trying to stay afloat by wildly waving his arms and kicking his legs. Chichiri quickly removed his kesa and dove into the water to save his drowning friend from a cold wet death. As soon as Tasuki and Chichiri reached shore Tasuki began expressing his gratitude by thanking him over and over again.
Not long after this little experience heard a scream coming from the sky. they looked up to see a girl falling from the clouds and into the lake. Before they had time to react she had fallen into they water with a loud splash.
A head covered with long black with toxic looking purple tips appeared above the water seconds after the girl's submersion.
" Are you alright miss, No Da?" asked Chichiri worriedly.
" Yeah, I'm fine" came a female's voice that was not of this world. The voice was low like the wind or the soft cords of a harp yet you could hear every word it said. What they had thought was a young girl came ashore revealing that she was clearly a woman or maybe a fallen goddess. Chichiri's breath caught in his throat, even Tasuki had nothing to say as this heavenly figure of beauty came to shore. Her curves were something only Sazaku himself could have created and her hair had a shine like the Moon's even though it was soaked as it hung around her thin waist. Her complexion was pale and flawless and her eyes shone like little silvery gray stars. Her lips were like a little pink rose bud and her eyelashes were long and dipped into the magical pools that were her eyes. She wore a silky black and strange pants made of a dark blue material, that Miaka had once called a blouse and jeans, with a silver chain for a belt. Her bracelets were made of similar chains and she had a pentacle on a thin black leather cord around her neck that hung over a spot just above her cleavage.
" Could either of you gentlemen tell me where and when I am?"