Authors note:

Raeka-chan: T.T o god..gomen asai! Im hoping….im hoping that this will be it….thank you for waiting! -blush-

Raebef-chan: Hn… (leaves blow in the background)

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

"Oh look at all the people that have come to admire us!" Exclaimed Hotohori as he peeped out at the audience. "They love us, they truly do!" There were stars in his eyes.

"But…" he frowned, screwing up his face as he thought. "…we are confused as to why we must wear such clothing?"

Miboshi sighed, straightening his clothing.

"Because," he said tiredly, "this is what they wore back then, baka." Tomo sniggered and Hotohori turned to him in haughty disgust.

"I wouldn't be laughing, Yussel the hatter." He scoffed; his imperial nose in the air as he gazed back out at the audience.

Tomo, bored, wandered into the darker folds of the curtained area, almost walking in on a love scene between, you guessed it, Tamahome and Miaka.

"Tamahome."

"Miaka."

"Tamahome."

"Miaka."

"Tamahome."

Gagging, Tomo did his best to stop from throwing up backstage. Miboshi turned, and; seeing the reaction of his fellow warrior; laughed. As Tomo staggered off, Minoshi muttered, "And that is why we are celestial warriors of Seiryu and not Suzaku."

In Tasuki's dressing room, the lights were turned off. Silently, a figure carried something out of the room. As the door opened the light from the hallway caught the figure, illuminating a young man with something tucked under his arm. Then the door closed and he was gone.

25 minutes before curtain call.

As Amiboshi walked by the main board, he saw that a crowd had gathered around it, talking in excited voices. In the crowd he saw Seiryu and Suzaku warriors jostling for positions as they read a sheet that had been posted. Cries of outrage and amusement rang out as the cast members read.

In a corner, Soi was grumbling to Tomo who nodded gleefully.

"His wife?" she was shrieking as he listened. "Why would I ever marry the f#ed up, perverted little monk!" She howled in outrage. Tomo, grinning manically, sniggered.

"Yeah, what would Nakago say about it?" He sniggered, eyes closed happily.

If the Seiryu warrior thought that Soi couldn't get any angrier, he was wrong. Amiboshi sighed and turned away, wincing as the sounds of lightning striking repeatedly filled the air. Peals of laughter made him turn his attention back to the remaining warriors.

Amiboshi sweat dropped as he saw Nuriko hanging on the arm of the Emperor Hotohori who was struggling in vain as the seishi gripped him in a vise-like hug. In good spirits, he had returned the hug but now, he flailed desperately in Nuriko's embrace. Lost in his own happy, obsessed world, he was oblivious to his love's struggles.

"Nuri….can't…………lungs….." death/darkness/dying…

Smiling, Nuriko looked up, batting his startlingly large violet eyes.

"Where you saying something, Hoti-baby?" He crooned.

Hotohori gave a death rattle and Nuriko immediately released him. Collapsing to his hands and knees, the emperor gasped for breath as Nuriko grinned sheepishly.

"Whoops! Sorry Hoti-baby!"

The emperor blinked, trying to clear his visions of the red dots, recalling the white light he had just seen.

"Nuriko…try to remember how string you are! Our whole lives just flashed before our eyes!"

"Amiboshi!"

The Seiryu warrior turned at his name, tearing his eyes from the scene before him. Miboshi floated in front of him, grinning at his dazed expression.

"Have you seen the program yet?" he asked, floating towards the board. Interested, Amiboshi followed him. "What program?" he asked.

"The plays program." Miboshi replied, pointing at the thing everyone had been reading.

As Amiboshi read, he smirked in amusement at Soi's part, rolled his eyes at the Suzaku, laughed at Nakago's part- "Suits him well." Miboshi said. – then…

"I…I don't understand!" The quieter twin spluttered in indignation.

Surprised, Miboshi turned and read over the enraged Seiryu warriors shoulder.

"Fiddler Amiboshi/….Tasuki?" he finished in surprise. "Why is-"

"I HAVE NO IDEA!" Amiboshi yelled angrily. "BUT BY SEIRYU I INTEND TO FIND OUT!" he thundered off, leaving a shocked and surprised Miboshi staring after him.

"Ee-ya. Someone has a flute stuck up his-"

Thankfully Miboshi's tasteful comment was interrupted by the arrival of Nakago.

As the warrior read the program, Miboshi sweated, inching his way out of the room. As he read his part, Nakago's eyes glinted dangerously and his blue life force blazed.

"A….butcher…" he said softly. "This will have to be…taken care of."

Authors note:

Raeka-chan: Bwahhhhhh… ….-sniff-

Rabef-chan: … Translation: im sorry i did not finish this chapter, there is more, please be patient and I will finish as soon as I possibly can, and thank you for reviewing! This chapter is in 2 parts, so it will hopefully be continued by tomorrow….thank for waiting!

Raeka-chan: …..-sniff-

Raebef-chan: there there… -hands Rae-chan a tissue-