Chichiri Potter

and the

Sorcerer's Staff

Ch.6 By Cui

A/N: GOMEN NASAI! I am SO sorry this chappie took so long, and it's so short. I promise that the next one will be up VERY soon, so look forward to it, kay? Sorry again.

Tasuki's eyes grew wide, " W-What the hell do you mean you can't come with us!" he yelled at Tamahome, his voice shaking slightly from nervousness of what was going to be the answer.

"I mean, I can't go through those doors," Tamahome stood up and stared at the large marble doors, "only first years are allowed in there, and like I said, you can't go in there if you had help with your memories." Tamahome sighed longingly.

"But, Tamahome-kun no da….you didn't, you didn't have help with your memories..did you, na no da?" Chichiri was looking at him very hopefully.

"Ah, dammitall." Tamahome sighed angrily, "Look, I've said enough already." He looked toward the other seishi, and smiled slightly.

"You guys do realize that you're still in your p.j.'s, don't you?" he asked chuckling.

The four remaining seishi blushed slightly looking at their clothing.

"You guys get back to your rooms and change. Since we came back so late last night, you guys are excused from your classes today, but we expect to see you at dinner in the great hall tonight, kay?" The seishi nodded, and scampered off to their room…except Nuriko; but before he could even say anything…

"Yes Nuriko, you can stay in the girls' room." Nuriko beamed at Tamahome, waved his thanks, then ran off to catch up with the rest of the boys.

Tamahome then turned back to Tasuki and Chichiri.

"Try and wake Miaka. If she awakes with memories, then all of you enter those doors. If she doesn't, tell her to return to the girls' room with the same message I gave about dinner. Oh, and…" Tamahome smiled slightly, "you want me to do something about your clothes?"

Chichiri and Tasuki gasped and blushed a bright red, although Tasuki's face color rivaled his hair.

Tamahome laughed openly (he thought it funny to see two warriors of Suzaku blush so profusely), so loud that Miaka began to stir.

"Wassahappinin?" she slurred.

Now Tamahome was falling over with laughter, "I-I g-guess," he had trouble speaking through his laughs, "I-guess-I –should-do-something-a-bout-your-clothes-t-too." he choked out through chuckles, breathing harshly and red in the face.

Miaka was fully awake now, on her feet, and glaring at him.

Tamahome got himself together, and stood back up. He cleared his throat, paused for a moment, then pulled a shiny, black wand from his inside pocket. He cleared his throat one more time before waving his wand towards the three of them.

"Clomatheus!" and with a quick swish of his wand Chichiri, Tasuki, and Miaka were changed instantly into their very own school uniforms. They even had their items with them.

Tamahome stepped back slightly to admire his work, "Not bad, eh?"

They were each looking at their uniforms with great interest. Chichiri and Tasuki's (the boys' uniforms) were almost completely black, although Chichiri's came with a blue robe, and Tasuki's with an orange one. It was an outfit set with a black button-up shirt and black slacks. The button-up shirt lay underneath a navy blue vest with shiny red buttons to show they were from Suzaku house; and their shoes were a shiny pair of black loafers brimmed on the very bottom with a scarlet stripe, also to show which house they were from.

Miaka's was slightly different, being it was a girl uniform. She also had a black button-up shirt, but was absent of the vest. Instead her shiny ruby buttons shined plainly on the shirt itself. Replacing the black pants of the boys', under her shirt was a scarlet skirt that lengthened right above her knees. Below her knees and down to her feet were a pair of pitch black socks, as for her feet, they were neatly hidden inside the exact same loafers as the boys', brimmed with the scarlet stripe. The very different aspect of her uniform was that it was accompanied by a crimson robe instead of blue or orange like the others.

Tamahome cleared his throat again to get their attention. He quickly got it and he answered the question that had been infesting their minds since the uniforms first appeared on their bodies.

"Yes that was magic," he held a hand up to Chichiri who was about to say he already knew magic, Tamahome shifted his eyes to remind him that Miaka might still not have remembered just yet, " your clothes have dissapperated off of you and have apparated, I assure you, back into your rooms folded nicely on each of your beds. This is a high level of magic that you'll learn about later." He paused a moment to let that information sink in before he began again. "Your robes are all different colors because the colors represent who you are. This is the one and only thing that make your uniforms unique from anyone else's. No one else in this school has the same color robe as you." He smiled slightly as each of them beamed at their own robe, knowing theirs were one of a kind. Then turned to Miaka.

"Miaka," Chichiri noticed that Tamahome's voice shook a bit.

"Miaka, what do you remember," he paused cautiously, "about us?"

Miaka's eyes fluttered a bit, before she finally answered in a soft whisper.

"Everything."