Disclaimer:Never will own Fushigi Yuugi. Because Yuu Watase does. Therefore I cannot. It's not brain surgery. Or rocket science. Or anything complicated really.

Oh yeah, and this is rated pg13 because Tasuki and Nuriko are in it which makes it just too damn hot to be pg. No, actually it's cuz of Tasuki's language. Sorry if the character's are a little ooc, I tried to make them as in character as I could. Takes place in between the series and OVA.

------------------Meet The Parents. Tasuki's Parents.

It was a bright, sunny, peacful, and quiet morning in the country of Konan. So of course-

"GODDAMNIT!" Guess who it was.

"What the hell?" A very sleepy Tamahome asked the orange-haired fang-boy, but at a safe distance, of course. After all, Tasuki was scary when he was woken up early. "I bet you just woke up everybody in Konan. What's your problem?"

"What's my problem? I'll tell ya what my problem is! 'Chiri's goddamn cat just up an' jumped on my face while I was sleepin'!"

Out of nowhere, Chichiri appeared right in front of Tasuki, a forced yet playfully mean look in his eyes. Well- the mask's eyes.

"Shit! Don't do that! How many times do I gotta tell ya not ta pop up in people's faces out o' nowhere!" Tasuki again.

"Well, I don't know no da. I guess it depends on how many times I have to tell you that Tama is not my cat, he's Mitsukake's cat no da." Duh!

"Oh, well that changes everythin'," Tasuki rolled his eyes as he said that last word. "MITSUKAKE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"

A second later, Mitsukake walked into the room, and he, too, stayed a safe distance away from Tasuki. Chichiri and Nuriko were the only ones who weren't scared of Tasuki in the morning. Well, them and Tama, anyway.

"What tha hell do ya think yer doin, lettin that retarted cat of your's roam 'roun tha palace this early?"

Putting a chair in between himself and the bandit, Mitsukake replied quietly,"I'm so sorry Tasuki. I just figured he wouldn't do anything to harm anyone, let alone wake you up at-" Mitsukake thought for a second, then said, "Well, waking you up this early, anyway."

Tasuki smiled a sympathetic/ playful smile. "It's ok as long as ya KEEP THAT DAMN CAT OUT OF MY ROOM!"

With this, Mitsukake picked up Tama, nodded his head, and left.

"Kinda hard on him, don't you think no da?" Chichiri inquired.

"Nani? He knows I was jest playin 'roun. I really wasn't tryin ta be mean or nothin."

Tamahome, still in the room, rolled his eyes. "Riiiight. And I just donated all of my money to charity."

Tasuki gulped, cuz we all know Tamahome would NEVER donate money. "Aww shit. Mitsukake? Wait up! I wasn't serious bud..." With that Tasuki ran after his giant friend.

Yawning, Nuriko, followed by the rest of the gang, walked into the room.

"What's going on in here? What is Tasuki screaming about now? I swear, that boy is like a wake-up call for this whole world," Nuriko said, mainly to himself. "Hey, where's Mitsukake? He must have been waken up by Fang-boy, I bet everyone in Konan was."

"Hey, that's what I said!" Tamahome stared at Nuriko.

"REKKA-SHINEN!" They heard the lound voice booming down the hall. "NEVER CALL ME FANG-BOY!" Everybody stared at Nuriko, who jumped out of the way, just as flames devoured the spot where he had been standing less than one second ago. He laughed nevously, "I take it he found his tessen? I knew we should've hid it better."

------------Later that day

"Where's my lunch?" Tasuki grumbled, having just woken up from a much needed nap. "Well?"

"Eh, Tasuki no da?"

"Hmm?"

Chichiri knew the bandit would not answer his question unless he was at full attention. "Your foot's on fire no da."

"SHIT!" Tasuki yelled as he jumped about three feet in the air, then he noticed Chichiri had been lying. "Ok, ya got my attention, now waddaya want?"

"Just a simple question no da. You're usually in a good mood after you wake up in the morning no da. And I know you were waken up early, but then you had a nap and made up for that sleep no da. So you should be in a good mood no da. So is something troubling you no da?"

Tasuki stared at Chichiri in disbelief. "Ta be honest- today is my twentieth birthday and-"

He was cut off by Chichiri. "Well happy birthday no da! Why didn't you tell anyone this no da? We could've thrown a big party no da. Oh! And we need presents no da! What is your favorite color no da? And-"

This time it was his turn to be cut off. "I don't want a party."

"NANI? No party no da? Are you ok no da? Mitsukake come here- I think Tasuki-kun is sick! Bring a wet rag and- Wait, why don't you want a party no da?" He asked, getting serious all of a sudden, therefore making Tasuki fall on the ground.

"Don't get so serious all of a sudden!"

"Gomen, Tasuki-kun. But why don't you want a party no da?"

"It's like this- In my village, the one that I was born and raised in, we have a big celebration every time a man turns twenty. Because it makes him a man. And mine would've been today. But my family still thinks that I was kidnapped by, well, bandits, when I was 14. Which, I guess in a weird way, I was. Just on my own free will," He chuckled at this. Chichiri was staring at the bandit now, wondering why he had dropped the accent. Tasuki quickly realized this and then continued with his story. "But anyway, they probably think I'm dead. So even if I go back, they won't believe me. So I guess I'm just a little homesick."

"I see no da. Well, why don't you just show them your Seishi mark? After all, only you have one there no da."

Tasuki snorted. "I already thought of that. Then I remembered that they never even knew 'bout it." He had his accent back. "Some parents they were, I don't even think my sisters knew about it, after all, I hid it on purpose. I always wore dark, long shirts, so they wouldn't see it even when it started glowin'."

"Well let's go have a visit then, just to test that theory no da?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt. But I bet ya they won't recognize me. If they do, I won't drink any sake for, let's say, 2 months."

"Three no da."

"Fine, but if I win, which I will, you need to -hmm- leave your mask off for four months."

"No!"

"Fine then, three. Three months for three months."

Chichiri pondered this for a second, then turned back to Tasuki. "Fine."

"But no hinting that it's me."

"Fine."

"No da."

"Yeah, no da. I guess I forgot, " Chichiri shook his head. I can't believe I made this bet. Oh yeah, almost forgot again-no da. "We leave tomorrow no da."

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Authors notes:

I made Tasuki drop the accent when he was talking about his past for a reason, kinda the same as Chichiri does when he talks about his past.