I do not own or claim to own the characters from FY. Chapter 5 Blood and Dreams Miaka slipped quietly into her room, shutting the door soundlessly behind her. She was pleased to see the monk was still sleeping and hadn't been awoken by her and Tasuki's yelling. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles that threatened to burst from her. The monk was sprawled out, reminding his miko of how her bandit seishi often slept. One pillow had already been knocked to the floor, as well as half the blankets. Placing the pillow back on the bed, she pulled the blankets over the monk once again. Another giggling fit threatened her when Chichiri started softly snoring. "Kawaii." She murmured softly, brushing a few stray strands of his bangs from his face. Her eyes widened when she saw the crimson stain on his right shoulder. How could I have forgotten! He got hit. Striding quickly over to her closet, she pulled out the first-aid kit she kept there. In case of emergencies, there was a first-aid kit in every room of her apartment. Setting it down on the table next to the bed, the priestess slipped out of her room and padded silently to the bathroom. Filling a shallow bowl with water and grabbing a washcloth, she returned to the room and set the bowl on the table as well. Sitting next to the monk on the bed, she blushed a bright crimson when the realization hit her that she'd have to take off his shirt. "Miaka you baka. You've seen all your seishi without their shirts on plenty of times. Hell, you've seen some of them without ANYTHING on at all, just like they've seen you with nothing on. Don't know why I should be so nervous." Miaka chastised herself in a whisper. Reaching over, she quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, his kesa having been knocked to the floor by the monk along with the pillow and blankets. Gingerly, she lifted the monk slightly, sliding behind him to keep him in a half-sitting, half-laying postion against her. Miaka winced when the well seishi let out a whimper of pain as she peeled the shirt away from the wound. She was being as gentle as she could be, but blood had dried the cloth to the open wound. A yelp came from the monk and his eye flashed open for a second as the last of the cloth was pulled away from the deep wound, before he sank back into darkness. Folding the shirt and setting it next to her on the bed, Miaka made a note to sew it up and wash it later that day. Reaching over to the table, she picked up the wash cloth and dunked it in the water, wringing it out. Biting her lip, she very carefully, very slowly, washed the blood away from the area. She was relieved to see that the thrown dagger hadn't cut in as deep as she thought it had, but still deep enough to worry her. Dropping the bloody washcloth into the equally bloody water, she pulled the kit towards her, pulling out the bandages, gauze, antiseptic, scissors, and surgical tape out of it. Smearing some of the antiseptic onto the square of gauze, she lightly placed it on the gash. She cut four lengths of the tape, using them to hold the gauze in place over the wound. Now came the part she wasn't looking forward to, wrapping the wound up. And she'd have to wrap it tightly too. Shifting the monk so he was resting higher up on her, she bound the cut as fast as she could, wincing in shared pain and sympathy ever time the monk cried out softly. When she finally finished, her face was pale and her hands trembled slightly. Moving out from under the monk, she laid him back down and put everything away. She would wash out the bowl and the washcloth later. She entered her room again, some color having returned to her. She picked up the fallen kesa and folded it, placing it on top of the mage's white shirt. She could wash that later too. The priestess walked to the closet and pulled out a black t-shirt. It looked like it would fit the monk. He and Tamahome weren't that different in size after all. She placed the shirt on the table and looked at the monk. A corner of his mask was loose and her hand unconsciously rose to remove it. It always surprised the miko to see her seishi's true face. He's so beautiful. Its a shame he covers himself with this thing, just because of his scar. I don't see how people could be uncomfortable around him just because of it. It makes him look...so...I don't even know how to describe him. The monk muttered in his sleep, one hand lifting to grasp her wrist, causing Miaka to gasp in surprise. A sharp tug had her overbalanced and falling on top of the monk, who wrapped his arms around her. Stunned, Miaka remembered how this exact same thing had happened to her once before, when she had gone to go give Tamahome his dinner in his room. She had been laying a blanket over him when her love had grabbed her in his sleep. She felt Chichiri shift underneath her. Slowly, Miaka rose up off the monk. Chichiri muttered something again in his sleep and tightened his hold on his miko, drawing her back down against him. "Jasmine...cherry blossoms..." Chichiri murmured. Miaka froze where she was. What was she supposed to do? She wanted to change into more decent clothes and it would be awkward if Chichiri woke right now or someone walked in, but a large part of Miaka didn't want to move. She was comfortable where she was and she...liked it?! No! I merely don't want to wake him up is all! Right? Right! Miaka said to herself, but even as she firmly stuck to her reasons, there was still a lot of doubt in her heart that her words rang completely true. Cautiously, Miaka reached back and tryed to loosen the monk's hold on her, with little success. I really hate to do this, but...it'll be worse if Tasuki or Yui sees us like this. Tentatively, she shook the mage gently by his good shoulder. "Chiri. Wake up for a second. You gotta let me go. Chiri!" She whispered, still contemplating whether she wanted him to let go or not. No response came from the comatose monk, except a soft sigh as he sank deeper into sleep. Miaka felt her resolve to wake the monk weaken, then vanish completely. He just looked so damn kawaii! A jaw-cracking yawn forced its way from the miko and she shifted to bring her legs up onto the bed. A short nap won't hurt. She thought drowsily, laying her head on the monk's good shoulder and wrapping an arm wround him. He's too cute to wake up right now. I'll just stay here for a bit then wake him up. Plan firmly in mind, the miko closed her eyes sleepily and joined her seishi in sleep. *********************** "She sure is taking her time, isn't she?" Yui commented, dealing out five cards to her and Tasuki. "Girls always take ferev'r t'git changed. Three." Tasuki said, laying down three of his cards and taking the three Yui handed him. "I don't think its that." Yui said mischeviously. "Then what d'ya think is takin' her so long?" The Wing seishi asked, interested. "Call. I think she's jumping his bones." Yui said casually. The bandit choked and stammered. "N-N-NANI!?! Mi-chan wouldn't do that! Would she?" "Only one way to find out!" Winking she layed out her cards, revealing a straight flush and got up. She giggled and dashed down the hall to her friend's room. "An' Mi-chan said WE had turned inta hentais." Tasuki muttered, shaking his head. Curious now himself, he silently followed after the priestess, who had her ear against the door. "I don't hear anything...." She looked up at the bandit, who sighed. Grabbing the handle to the door, he threw it open, causing Yui to stumble into the room. She started to apologize, when her eyes fell on the bed. "Awwwwwww! How kawaii!" Tasuki rolled his eyes. Women! Always gotta make everything into an exclamation of cuteness. Though...he did have to admit they did make a cute scene cuddled up to one another like that. His eyes were drawn to the monk's shoulder, which had been wrapped in bandages. He felt like flaming himself for forgetting about the shoulder wound. But in the walk up the stairs and Miaka's questioning, it had just slipped his mind. Well, at least Mi-chan's already taken care of it. Hmmmm....Yui was right. They are kawaii together. He smirked. Imagine his friend, a monk, had been able to snare such a hot chick. Maybe I'll turn into a monk m'self. He snickered at that thought. He, Genrou, feared leader of the Reikaku mountain gang, a monk! Wouldn't Kouji have a heart-attack if he turned up, claiming to be celibate for the rest of his life and had turned to the ways of the monks. "We should let them sleep. But I gotta get a picture of this! Its just so cute!" Yui whispered, pulling out the camera from her back pants pocket. She quickly snapped the picture, holding her breath as Miaka shifted. She resisted the urge to repeat her earlier comment as her friend just moved closer to the monk. "Well...guess 'Chiri ain't gonna celibate anymore pretty soon with th' way they're actin'." Tasuki commented absently. "2000 yen says they don't last the week we got here before they're going at it." Yui challenged. "2000 gold pieces says they'll wait till we git back in th' book." Tasuki countered. "Deal. Well...looks like Matchmaker Yui has some work she's gotta do." Yui smirked. "Uh-uh! No outside influences allowed." Tasuki quickly interjected. "What!? No fair!" Yui shot back hotly. "Mmmmm...Chiri..." Miaka mumbled in her sleep. The two froze, watching the Miko no Suzaku mumble something incomprehensible before sinking deeper into sleep. They both let out a sigh of relief and quietly tiptoed out the door, shutting it softly after them. They walked back to the livingroom, Tasuki asking several questions about what some of the stuff in the apartment was. "An' was that thin'?" "That's a TV." "Wha's it do?" "Shows...moving pictures." "Oh." "Hey. Will you be alright by yourself if I run to mine and Tetsuya's apartment? I gotta tell him what's going on." Yui siad. "Ch'! I ain't a little kid! Course I kin take care of m'self." Tasuki huffed, glaring at her fussily. "I mean, you won't destroy this place again if I leave you alone for more than two minutes?" "Feh! What are ya, m'mother?" Tasuki growled, then shuddered as memories of being smothered by his mother surfaced. Shaking her head, Yui sighed. "This is probably a mistake, but I'll be back shortly. Try to stay out of trouble. And stay in the house! No leaving!" She fixed a stern glare on him, daring him to disobey her. "Whatev'r. Jus' leave already." The bandit waved a dismissing hand at her as he prowled around the apartment, looking at this or that. Rolling her eyes, the Miko no Seirryu quickly left, intending to return as fast as she could. Watching her leave, the Wing seishi grinned wolfishly as the door shut behind her. Quick footsteps brought him to the kitchen. Take a deep breath, he pulled open the door to the fridge and grabbed the sake, trying not to look at the milk. He closed the fridge again, remembering Yui's outrage at finding it open, with a relieved sigh. Amber eyes gazed hungrily at the sake bottle he had grabbed and he pulled the cork out of it with his teeth. One long drink had the bottle half empty. Holy shit! This stuff is good! Better than any sake I've ever had! He thought to himself, staring at the sake bottle in surprise. Miaka's world never ceased to amaze him. Yawning, the bandit made his way to the livingroom once more. There, he flopped down onto the couch, taking another swig of the sake. Eyelids drooped lazily as another yawn threatened to crack his jaw. Never one to waste good sake, Tasuki quickly drained what was left before letting the empty bottle slide from tired fingers to the floor. Stretching, the bandit emitted one last yawn before slipping into sleep. Yui returned to find him sprawled out over the couch, half-on half-off, and a line of drool coming from the corner of his mouth. She silently left, knowing Miaka was in good hands. ************************** Chichiri slowly recovered to himself, his one eye opening sleepily. He closed it against the harsh light of day that filtered through the window in the room. It must be the afternoon. I should get up. But, he didn't want to get up. He was sleeping on the softest mattress he'd ever felt and a comfortable and warm weight was laying slightly on top of and beside him. His eye snapped wide open when that weight shifted. The arm around his waist tightened and a soft murmur sounded from the person. Breathing shallowly, the monk raised himself just enough to confirm that it was his miko who was sleeping with him. What happened? He asked himself numbly, one hand absently going to stroke through Miaka's hair. He noted how soft and silky it was, letting it trail slowly between his fingers. A twinge in his shoulder brought the memories of what happened yesterday back and he smiled ruefully at himself. I overstepped my limits agian, didn't I? Hmm, wonder how long I've been asleep. His maroon eye regarded the sleeping miko thoughtfully, as a stray smile formed on his lips. Has she been with me this entire time? He looked back up and stared out the window, gaze blank and glazed. Slowly surfacing from sleep, Miaka moved closer to the monk, unwilling to wake up just yet. She had been having a nice dream. All her seishi were back and lived in her time with her. No one had died, there was no struggle to summon Suzaku before Seirryu. There was just peace and happiness. Emerald eyes opened when she felt Chichiri running his hand through her hair. She looked up at the distracted monk curiously. It was nice to see him awake at last. She had woken up a couple hours after she had fallen asleep and had crept out of the room to discover Tasuki fast asleep on her couch. After covering him with a blanket, she had prepared a light dinner for herself and begun packing several outfits into a large backpack. Odd. I don't remember even going to sleep. Too much caffiene probably. Yui's right, I need to cut back on my coffee intake. "Chiri? Are you alright now?" She asked tenatively to break the silence. The monk looked down at her and smiled, a small blush appearing on his cheeks as his hand quickly stopped stroking her hair. "Hai, noda." He said cheerfully. "I was just tired, noda. How long have I been asleep?" Yawning, she sat up, pulling away from the monk to check the clock. "It's 10:35 am. You've almost been asleep for seventeen hours." He gave her a confused look and she elaborated. "In this world, we tell time by hours, minutes, and seconds. There's 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes to an hour, and 60 seconds to a minutes. You'll get the hang of it soon. Its not all that difficult. Like noon for you, is 12:00 pm for me." Chichiri nodded. "So its like the sundials at the palace. What's 'pm' though, noda?" "Exactly like sundials. Instead of counting the time up to 24, we count up to 12 here. A.m. is for the mornings or first set of twelve hours. P.m. is for the second set of hours." She said, hoping that explained it enough. "I understand! So, you're saying it would be late morning then right now, correct, noda?" "Hmm...yeah. That's pretty close. I know what will help you understand all this!" Miaka slipped off the bed and over to her drawers. Several minutes passed with her rummaging through them, before she found what she was looking for. "Here. This is called a watch. People here wear them as a portable clock so they can tell what time it is whenever they wish to check. The short hand, this one, tells what hour it is and the long hand tells the minute. The hand that is constantly moving, that one tells the seconds." The monk nodded, turning the watch over and looking at the back. How is it able to move like that? I'll ask later. "Thank you Miaka, noda. But...how does one wear it?" "Here, let me show you." Miaka offered, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer to her. She took the watch from him and quickly fastened it around his wrist. "Is that to tight?" "Iie." The monk looked at the watch, feeling odd wearing it. He wasn't used to having something on his wrist like that, having never been one into wearing bracelets and other such things. "It looks good on you." Miaka commented, then jumped as the phone rang. Loud cursing could be heard from the livingroom followed by a crash. The sound of a metal fan snapping open sounded as the phone again. "Oh shit! He better not!" Miaka dashed from the bedroom, skidding down the hallway to the livingroom where Tasuki had his tessan swung back, the incantation on his lips. "TASUKI!!! NO!!" The priestess slammed into him, throwing him off-balance. "KUSO!!! Mi-chan?!" He asked, grabbing her to keep her from falling. He snarled as the phone rang again, thrusting Miaka behind him. "Wha' the fuck is that thin'!?" Reaching around the protective seishi, Miaka snagged the cordless and answered it breathlessly. "Moshi moshi. Sukanami Miaka speaking." "Sukanami? I thought yer name was Yuuki Miaka?" Tasuki said, confused. He slipped his tessan back into its holder and sat down as Miaka shushed him. "Miaka? Why so breathless? Having a little fun with your monk?" A teasing voice asked. "YUI!!! It wasn't like that!!" "Suuuuure it wasn't. So...how was it?" "You hentai!!" Chichiri walked into the livingroom to find his miko bright red and Tasuki smirking. The bandit had gotten a pretty good idea what was being said when Miaka had said the Miko no Seirryu's name. So THAT'S what a phone is. Kinda hard to believe a person can hear you just by speaking into it. Mi-chan's world sure is strange. He glanced over at his friend and his smirk grew even wider. "Oi! 'Chiri, where's yer shirt?" He asked the monk in a voice loud enough for the priestess to hear. "What was that!? Miaka, you naughty girl!" Yui giggled. "Tasuki. I'm going to hurt you." Miaka hissed at the bandit. "What do you want Yui?" "I'm just checking up on you. I didn't get to say goodbye last night since you decided to snuggle up with Chichiri and fall asleep." Miaka choked and blushed. "Anywho, I've told Tetsuya everything. Needless to say, he isn't pleased, but he still supports our decision." "That's good. I can hear him in the background. What's he saying?" Miaka asked curiously. "He wants to see if Tasuki's as bad-ass as we all said he was. Can we come over? Or would you like to come over here?" Yui asked, yelling at Tetsuya to shut up. "If you come over here, I can show Tasuki and Chichiri all the cute pictures I have of you!" Tasuki, bored, got up and started wandering around the house, poking at this and that. He entered the kitchen and stopped as something that looked like the thing Miaka had pressed against her ear, only this one was attatched by a cord to its holder, caught his eye. Lifting it up, he held it against his ear and nearly dropped in it in astonishment as he heard Yui speaking. A large grin appeared and he motioned Chichiri over. Warily, the monk came towards him. He had dashed back into Miaka's room and now was wearing his kesa and shirt, though one sleeve of the shirt was badly torn. "What, noda?" "Listen t'this thin'." Tasuki said, holding the phone out to the monk. Chichiri took it from him, handling it as if though it were glass. He mimicked Tasuki's movements and listened into the phone. "YOU WOULDN'T!!" Miaka's voice blasted from the phone and he dropped it in shock. "Miaka? What was that noise?" Yui asked. "Dunno. Sounds like..." Trailing off, the Priestess of Suzaku stormed into the kitchen. "What are you two doing?" She demanded. The two looked at each other, guilty at being caught eavesdropping. "Uhhh...nothing." Tasuki said charmingly, flashing Miaka a toothy grin. "Tasuki? What are you doing on the line?" Yui asked, giggling. "Were you eavesdropping?" "Wasn't jus' me! 'Chiri talked m'into it!" Whack! "I did not, noda!" "We'll be over in half an hour." Miaka said wearily, hanging up the two phones. "I can't believe I'm letting you two go over there." She said, more to herself as her two seishi were fighting each other. "I'm gonna snap that twig of a staff of yers!" "I'll melt your tessan then, noda." "Y'wouldn't!" "Would you like to try me and find out, noda." "Bring it on monk!" Whack! "Tha' was a cheap shot!" "You should have been prepared for it, noda." "Will you two quit acting like little children?" The two didn't hear her, too busy argueing. "Ya can' even fight fair!" The sound of someone being hit with a staff three time in rapid succesion. "DAMMIT!! Gimme that damn thin'!" "OH MY GOD!! IT'S NAKAGO AND SUBOSHI!!" "WHERE!?" Grinning triumphantly, Miaka planted her hands on her hips. "Now that I've finally got your attention, maybe we can finally get going?" Sh esuggested. "Gomen, Mi-chan." "Gomen, Miaka." "Forget it. First off though, we have to get you two different clothes. You can't go walking around outside in those ones. Come with me. But first...just to keep you two from fighting." She quickly snagged the staff from Chichiri's hands and yanked Tasuki's tessan out of its holder. "Mi-chan!! Gimme back m'tessan!" "Miaka! I need my staff, noda!" "You don't need your weapons in this world, so I'll be keeping these till you two can behave or until we leave. Hmmm...just to be on the safe side...Chiri. I need your kesa and kasa. I can't have you using them to retrieve your staff." She held out her hand, waiting for the monk to give her the items. "Bu-but Miaka-chan, noda!!" "No buts! Hand them over. Now!" Reluctantly, the Well seishi handed over the items in question, pulling the kasa out of his kesa. He shivered as he pulled the kesa off himself and watched glumly as she folded the kesa over one arm and strung the kasa around her neck. "Good boy. Now come on you two. You're pretty close in size to Taka, so I should have something that will fit each of you. And if not, I can always take your measurements and go buy something." Miaka led the two sullen seishi down the hall to the spare bedroom, throwing their weapons and stuff into her room as they passed. As an extra security, she locked the room, stringing the key to her room on a string and tying it around her neck. "If you want your weapons back, you can try and get the key." She had stated smugly, knowing they wouldn't even think about trying to do just that. "Alright. Tasuki, we'll get you your clothes first. Hmm...let's see." She rummaged through the large closet in the room as the two sat on the bed, still sulking over the loss of their weapons. "These might fit. Try them on along with this shirt." She shoved a pair of dark blue-jeans and a black T- shirt at him. Grumbling, he took them and stripped off his shirt obligingly. "Ecchi!!" Miaka squeaked, whirling around to face the wall. "Ya said try them on!" "I thought you'd go in another room!" "Why would I do that? This room's jus' as good as the others!" "And you said me and him act like children, noda." "Y'kin turn around now." Turning slowly lest the Wing seishi was lying, Miaka's breath caught in her throat when she saw him. The shirt fit him snugly, showing off the toned planes of his chest and stomach. The black brought out the color in his eyes and hair in sharp detail. He still wore the jewelry, but oddly enough, it looked good on him still. Her eyes traveled downward, finishing their inspection. The jeans made him appear taller. Not to mention they look sexy on him. Damn he's got a nice ass. What the hell am I thinking!? And can't be thinking thoughts like that! Though...I suppose it is true. Though not as nice as Taka's. A line of drool appeared at the corner of her mouth as her mind plummetted into the gutter. "Uh, Mi-chan? Why d'ya look like yer gonna pounce on me?" Tasuki asked nervously, inching away from the his miko's hungry stare. "You look...hot!" She said without thinking. "Nani!?" Tasuki blushed, staring at the ground. "Uhhhh....dontcha gotta git 'Chiri somethin' t'wear too?" "Suuuure. Just use me as a scapegoat, noda." Chichiri grumbled, slightly miffed at the attention the bandit was getting. Shaking her head, she smiled at the monk and turned back to the closet. "Hmmm...I think you'd do better in lighter colors. Not so dark. Maybe...here we go! I think I found something for you!" She straightened up and tossed a pair of washed-out jeans to the monk that were slightly shorter than the ones she had given Tasuki. "Now for a shirt. No, not red. Red would clash with your hair too much. How about this?" She asked, holding up a white, sleeveless shirt for his inspection. "Sure, noda." He reached out and took the shirt from her. He tugged off his torn shirt and pulled the shirt Miaka had given him over his head. He looked down at it and smoothed it out. "Looks good on you." Miaka commented, nodding her approval. "Alright. Here's some socks and a pair of sneakers for each of you. I'm gonna go get changed so you two can finish getting dressed. I'll be right back." The door closed softly behind her, leaving the two bewildered seishi by themselves. "What're sneakers?" Tasuki asked. "Don't know, noda. They look like shoes though." Chichiri said, pulling the jeans on. He looked at the zipper curiously. "Hmm...what's this?" "You pull it up." Tasuki said, looking the sneakers over. "These thin's can' be that hard t'figure out." "Tasuki-kun. Is this right, noda?" "Yup. But you gotta button them too." "How did you know how to put these on?" Chichiri asked. "Taka showed m'how t'work th' damn thin's last time he came t'our world." "Ohhhh. So how do you put these on then, noda?" Chichiri too looked over the sneakers, trying to get used to the stiff and tight denim material. "Dunno. We'll have t'ask Mi-chan." Tasuki said, cursing as one of his fingers got caught in the complex knot he had made of the shoestrings. "You two are...pitiable." Miaka said, watching as the bandit got himself even more tangled up in the shoestrings and Chichiri played with the zipper on the front of his jeans, fastenated by the sound it made. "Tasuki, quit struggling. Chiri, whatever you do, don't play with the zipper in public." She knelt down next to the fire seishi and started tugging the knot he had made apart, freeing his hand. "Stupid thin'." The bandit grumbled. "Well, let's see how you look Chiri." Miaka tugged the monk to his feet, gawking at him much in the same way she had Tasuki. "Damn, you two could be movie stars." She whistled in appreciation, looking each one over one last time. "The girls are gonna be flocking around you two. Hmm...hey Chiri." "Hai, noda?" A very red monk asked. "Do you think...you could keep your mask off all day? I know you don't like not wearing it in public, but it would seem rather odd to see a blank-faced monk here." Miaka said tentatively, staring at her clasped hands. Chichiri shifted nervously, his thoughts and emotions conflicting. He had never gone a full day without wearing his mask in...how many years had it been now? It was as much a part of him as his own skin was. But, she really didn't want him to wear it, didn't she? "Hai, Miaka. I will...attempt to not wear it while in this world, noda." "Arigatou!! Domo arigatou Chichiri!" She said, flinging her arms around the monk happily. "I understand if you want to bring it with you." "If ya two are through, I suggest we git goin' already." Tasuki drawled absently. "Hmph! I WAS gonna hug you too, but I've changed my mind now." Miaka said huffily, swatting the bandit. "Ch'. Whatever. So where are we goin'?" "Yui's and Tetsuya's apartment. They live too far away to walk, so we'll drive in my car. Come on." Miaka skipped out the door, grabbing her car keys as she passed through the living room. The two males looked at each other and asked the same question. "What's a car?" ************************************************************************** A.N. Hey y'all! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this written and posted, but I hit a major writer's block about half-way through it. But its gone now! Yay! Anywho, I have gotten some requests for fanfics and I hate to say I can't do Chichiri/Kouran ones just yet. I promise to write one though as soon as I get the OAV's. Which will be as soon as I get a new job since I've been layed off my old one. I'm pretty sure I've been layed off at least. Oh well. However, I CAN do R-rated Tasuki/Miaka ones though! So I think that'll be me next fanfic. If there's any more suggestions for fanfics, just lemme know. I write anything and everything except shojo ai. I do write shonen ai though, as I am a HUGE fan of it. Also, I don't just write Fushigi Yugi stuff too. Keep an eye out for my Fruits Basket fanfic that should be out pretty soon. Anywho, I think that's enough talk about me. Hope y'all R&R and I hope y'all liked this chapter. I know it wasn't as funny as the last one was, but I was trying to go for a semi-serious mood in this one. So, until the end of next chapter, farewell! Ciao! ~L.G. Lena