Authors Note: (gomen!) Hi! Its me again. sry this is taking so long but…
Raebef-chan: Oye... . get to the point nee-chan no baka…
Raeka-chan: wahhh..> ..i ammmm…..
Anyway (z-chan is being so cold .) today I realized that I forgot to tell anyone this, but I wrote this fic a few years ago… I found it in an old journal and I decided to post this story..once I am done with this I will move onto my normal stuff, so gomen!
Raebef-chan: Thank you nee-chan, I knew you could do it…
Raeka-chan: Hai...'
Here we go!
>> Meanwhile in the Seiryu dressing rooms…
"Brother, why are you the fiddler?"
Amiboshi looked up from cleaning his flute to meet the concerned eyes of his twin. He smiled, placing the flute beside him.
"Because, I am the best musician." He said importantly.
"Silence fool!" Thundered Nakago as he appeared in the room. "It is because you are the only musician!" then he disappeared to go get more "energy" from Soi.
After a moment of silence and a few sweat drops, Suboshi sighed, drawing up a chair beside his twin.
"But that is why I ask." He continued. "You play the flute, not the violin! So you would be the flutists on the roof, not the fiddler!" When his older brother said nothing, he became angrier. "It's probably those Suzaku jerks." He growled, jerking his thumb in the direction of the Suzaku dressing rooms.
"I doubt it." Amiboshi said as he stood. Suboshi, disappointed, sat back down and pouted at a lost opportunity to use his meteor balls and inflict his wrath on just about anyone he could reach. Footsteps snapped the depressed Seiryu warrior back as Yui entered, dressed in her costume with her script tucked under her arm. She smiled and the twins both jumped up, simultaneously crying "Y-Yui-sama!"
Turning to Suboshi, she ducked her head shyly.
"Suboshi! I was wondering …would you like to go over lines with me?" she said, blushing slightly. If Yui was blushing it was nothing compared to Suboshi who now resembled a red tomato.
"O-Of course Yui-sama!" he stuttered, leaping forward. At the door, he looked back at his brother who smiled and waved his hand, then went back to cleaning his flute.
>>
Chichiri was meditating happily in his darkened room, wondering if there was ever going to be peace within Suzaku. The next, and last, thing he saw was a fiery, red haired demon hitting him dead on.
"Chichiri! Wake up dammit!" yelled Tasuki, shaking the stunned monk.
"Daaa…" was all he got. Slinging his over his shoulder, he sprinted back towards Chiriko, bumping into Nuriko.
"What did you do to Chichiri?" the purple haired warrior yelled to the retreating form of Tasuki.
"I think I killed Chiriko!" he yelled back.
"Oh." Said Nuriko, thinking about that for a moment before sprinting after the bandit, causing techies to throw themselves out of his way. As they reached the room, the bandit dumped the unconscious monk on the floor and immediately grabbed the trashcan. Nuriko skidded to a halt to find Tasuki bent over the trashcan. Stepping over the prone form of the monk, he cautiously approached his seemingly ailing friend.
"Uh…Tasuki? Are you going to be sick?"
The fanged warrior spun around with the trashcan, pointing inside.
"Chiriko."
Taking a step back, Nuriko gave the trashcan a hard look. Then,
"Chiriko's going to be sick?"
Tasuki swore in exasperation and explained the problem. When he was done, Nuriko
nodded in understanding, gazing inside the trashcan.
"Oh Tassssssukiiiiiiii!" The cross dresser sang out to the bandit who was slumped
against the wall.
"What?" he mumbled.
"I think he's stuck in the trashcan!" he informed him. With a cry of exasperation,
Tasuki jumped up.
"This would be so much easier if Chichiri was awake!" he yelled.
"Daaaa!" said the monk as he popped up, scaring the hell out of the two seishi.
"What did I miss na no da?"
Wordlessly, the two warriors pointed to the barrel, Sizing up the situation, the monk
murmured an incantation under his breath and the trashcan disappeared. Moving
swiftly, Chichiri caught Chiriko in his arms, safely lowering him to the ground.
"What happened here, no da?" he asked seriously, looking straight at Tasuki. Nuriko
edged sideways out of the room as his surrogate brother twitched and fryed under
the oldest Suzaku seishi's glare.
"Did you so this Tasuki…?" he asked softly. Gritting his teeth, the fifth seishi raised
his head, locking gazes with Chichiri.
"Yeah…I did it." He said softly. Chichiri laughed, causing Tasuki's mood to swing from
remorseful to confused to angry in 1.2 seconds. "What th' hell is funny 'Chiri?" he
grumbled.
"Nothing, no da!" said the monk. I was just surprised that Chiriko was still alive if you
had done it, no da!"
At his words, Tasuki felt relief rather then anger.
"So…So he's alright?" he asked, gazing at Chiriko's still form.
"Perfectly fine, no da!" he said. "He just passed out no da!" Tasuki heaved a sigh of
Relief as Chichiri, grabbing his staff. "Now I suggest that you and Nuriko get into
costume." He said. "The play starts in half and hour no da!" With a small pop the
monk vanished, leaving the three Suzaku standing there (or lying there in Chiriko's
case). Turning to Nuriko, Tasuki sighed.
"Who th' hell are you in this play anyway?"
Nuriko grinned. "I play Tzeital, Tevya's oldest daughter! And I marry my darling
Hotohori!"
Tasuki bowed his head sadly at the thought.
"What about you, Tas-chan?" . Nuriko asked. "Who do you play?"
Checking his book, Tasuki read, "Mendel, the Constable an' the fiddler." Nuriko
nodded and turned to leave, calling back, "When Chiriko wakes up, tell me!"
When he was gone Tasuki grumbled and dragged the prone form of Chiriko outside
his door. "Th' hell does he weigh so much!" and shut the door to change.
Raeka-chan: wahhh…. . ..this is the most I can do right now…gomen! GOMEN! I
apologize..I apologize to the world….IM SORRRYYYYYYYYYYY….bawls
Raebef-chan: …
Anyway..once again..im out of time..but please review so I can change this fic so that it is
Better.. even tho I wrote it a long time ago..I would still like to fix it. arigato for
Waiting! . :blush:
>> In the next chapter….The Seiryu (especially Tomo) realize why it is that they do not
belong to Suzaku… until then…ja!