Title: One Thing Led To Another (2/5)

Author: Lady Shinimegami

Pairings: Well let's see if I can list them all off. Tasuki/Nuriko (but that's only from the drunken frenzy), Tasuki/Kouji, Chichiri/Tasuki, Nuriko/Hotohori and I suppose it could go without mentioning, but Tamahome/Miaka (although I try to avoid them and their fish love…)

Warnings: Foul language (but of course, this is me after all), violence, TWT, I only hint at lemon.

Disclaimers: Sigh Ok, I admit it; I don't technically own Tasuki… or the rest of these people.

Summary: The quest to be rid himself of his hangover goes awry… And Nuriko takes the news bad.

Simple Cures And False Accusations

After Successfully getting back to his room and finding a shirt and pants (he also found his jacket safe and sound) he decided to go see Mitsukake. He had a hangover. He wanted it gone.

His mind started wandering around, what was going on in his life? Things were getting confusing and out of hand. Waking up in Nuriko's bed was a prime example of this. Why was he drinking last night anyway? The reason seemed to be as lost like his clothing was.

As he walked down the hall of Hotohori's palace, he caught sight of a maid with blond hair. How odd. Oh well, no need to pay attention to her, he had bigger things on his mind, like Chichiri.

Wait, where'd that come from? Sure, Chichiri saw them… well… yeah… Anyway, but what did that matter? It's not like he would go around telling everyone. But something was really bugging him about Chichiri.

Before he could think the matter through some more, he knocked at Mitsukake's door; the big man came to the door and slowly opened it to see Tasuki standing there with his infamous fanged grin.

"Hey there Mitsukake," he said, not wanting to speak too loudly, but trying to sounds enthusiastic anyways.

He looked him over once or twice, then sighed knowing something stupid would come out of this meeting. Tasuki barely took anything seriously…

"What is it?" He asked as his little cat, Tama, came up and started rubbing his leg purring.

"Well, I was out drinkin' last night and-" Before Tasuki could finish Mitsukake slammed the door on his face as politely as possible. It caused a large banging sound.

Tasuki had come to his door many a time in the morning with a hangover, and clearly it seemed like he was slightly tired with using his skill to get rid of Tasuki's headache.

Tasuki covered his ears in pain and glared at the door, "Fine, be that way you cruel sonofabitch," he muttered.

"I heard that!" Came the yell from inside, Tasuki cringed at the noise and the fact that his cursing hadn't been subtle enough. Damn him and his inability to be quiet.

Coming to the conclusion that pestering the doctor any further would be a waste of time, he decided to cure his hangover the old fashioned way.

DRINK MORE!

Tasuki's plan was going great until something very odd happened. Chichiri's face suddenly popped into his head, but not the masked face, his real face. And then Tasuki was beyond reach to the outside world.

Nuriko sat by the lake looking out at the water. He was rather angry but mostly he was just confused. His was angry at himself for sleeping with Tasuki. Sure, before he was trying to make light of it. But then…

"What was that Nuriko-Kun, no da?"

"I'm not too sure…" Nuriko answered not knowing weather to laugh or just looked confused.

"What happened?" Chichiri asked taking on a bit of a concerned voice.

"I think we both had way too much to drink," he mumbled and finally the whole force of what he had just done hit him. "Shit…"

He crawled out of bed; not caring that he was naked or that Chichiri had come in and closed the door behind him. Nuriko grabbed a shirt of his and put it on, and then he sat at his table and slouched over holding his head in his hands.

"Shit, shit, shit," he repeated aloud.

"Nuriko-Kun?"

"Huh?" Nuriko looked up and saw Chichiri sitting at the table too; he had somehow forgotten the monk's presence. "Oh, Chichiri-Kun. What?"

"Are you all right?" He asked politely.

Nuriko let his head fall onto the table.

"Nothing's all right…." He mumbled, not knowing what to do. How could he have slept with Tasuki? They weren't supposed to sleep together. He felt like a whore, he always went on about being in love with Hotohori and then…

"Did Tas'ki do something wrong?" Chichiri asked crossing his eyes a bit, Tasuki doing something wrong seemed to be the only logical thing all of the sudden.

Nuriko shook his head; it was still resting on the table.

"If anybody did something wrong, it was me," he lifted his head and looked into Chichiri's face. "Tas'ki-Kun was beyond drunk, he could barely fucking stand… I was… really tipsy."

"Tipsy enough to sleep with Tas'ki…" Chichiri mumbled under his breath feeling a bit of resentment all of the sudden.

"What?"

"Nothing. So why did you sleep with him?" Chichiri asked, trying to act like the concerned friend. He was a concerned friend.

"I… I don't know," and then Nuriko. "But I think this might have ruined our friendship."

"You don't know that, no da," Chichiri put his hand on Nuriko's shoulder in comfort.

"Look, if you don't mind, I think I need some time to think."

Chichiri nodded and left. After he was dressed, Nuriko left his room as well.

He needed to be alone, so there he was by the lake, looking at the water, still confused and still not feeling much better.

He was even angrier with himself for what he had said, was he still feeling the effects of the alcohol?

He'd figure things out. He had too.

"Ne…Kouji?"

"Yeah?"

"Do ya love me?"

"Yeah… I love ya Tas'ki."

"I love ya too."

"Tas'ki!" Tamahome yelled once again into Tasuki's ear, only this time his eyes shot open and he looked up at Tamahome glaring. "Ah, you are alive."

"Don't sound too happy. Ne? Where the hell am I?" He asked, sitting up.

"Where you passed out," he replied in his little smug way.

"No shit," Tasuki mumbled out now in a sitting position, a new hangover took over. "Fuck it all…"

Tasuki recognized the hallway of the palace. How'd he get there? He looked around; around one of the corners he could see that blond haired maid watching him. She quickly disappeared after making eye contact with him, he paid no more attention and turned back to look at Tamahome.

"How long have I been here?" He asked, holding out his hand.

Tamahome got the picture and took his hand helping him up.

"I've been trying to wake you up for ten minutes, and it's noon, you do the math," he said, holding onto his shoulders helping him stand.

"Today is not a good day…"

(The story's angst is beginning to come into play. Of course, now I have one more unanswered question. Who the hell is the maid? Dun, dun duh! It's all so mysterious. But anyway, I decided to write this tonight… and I posted the first chapter an hour ago or something. I just needed to write more of it to get my grounding back, now my mind's beginning to remember what I wanted to do with the story. I don't know how long this will be, but I assure you, if it's long, it won't be too damn boring. Ok, well any way. Have fun, long reviews are the best hint, hint. Oh, and drinking is the only way to get rid of a hangover, that is a proven fact. Sayonara.)

Edit: It's strange looking over this chapter, this whole story really. It feels so old, and I'm so different from when I first wrote it that I can't connect with it very well, so I'm changing as little as possible (mostly I'm just changing the gravely terribly grammar errors). Ya know, I really don't believe in the same pairings in FY, anymore. Oh well, I still love FY (and the new Genbu series. Have you guys been reading that? If possible, it's better than the original). On another note, I do angst much better nowadays. My old angst is like water, and my current angst like vodka.