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Seiryu...?
Seiryu! Yui turned to this man completely; Chichiri- how did heknowsuch a thing...?
How did he know about Seiryu?
The face; that was the first thing Yui noticed; the odd-shaped face molded into a...a almost mask-like smile. It startled her a bit, as did his mystic clothes and bubble-printed cape, but not enough to make her forget her goal.
"Nice to meet you," Yui said politely, bowing a bit. Her hearts thump-thumps were slowly grinding to a halt; just staring at Chichiris weird face calmed her nerves. "I apologize for my outburst but...Mitsukake!" She turned back to her cousin. "Tell me what's wrong with Tamahome now- please! There isn't time any time to waste! If I knew...what was wrong with him... I might be able to figure out where he's going-!"
"Of course Yui; sit down." Mitsukake gestured to the many chairs in the room.
"...It's okay if you tell me in the waiting room? We don't need to go in the back? "Yui asked slowly, sitting. "What if someone comes in...?"
"They won't; todays actually a day off for everyone," So that's why it was so empty, Yui thought nodding, "but there were some books here, medical ones, that I needed to show Chichiri...and... Tamahome asked to see me here."
There was a moment of silence, as Yui watched her cousin take a seat across from her. Mitsukake gestured for Chichiri to sit down as well, but Chichiri declined, shaking his head and saying, "I'm fine like this, no da."
"All right Yui," Mitsukake began with a heavy sigh. "To be honest with you, I'm not sure you can handle what I'm going to tell you...Concerning Tamahome, his condition is private. If I tell you what's wrong with him-which I should not be doing, you need to promise me you will not tell anyone. That includes Miaka, Takiko, Suzuno-everybody and everyone. Do youunderstand?"
Yui nodded, even though the thought of knowing there was a problem with Tamahome- and not telling Miaka made her heart feel a burst of guilt.
"You're going to have to tell me clearly Yui."
"Yes, I understand- I won't tell anyone. Now..." Yui leaned on the edge of her seat, palms on her skirt. "What's wrong with Tama...?"
"I'm not exactly sure myself to be honest with you. I'm still scurrying around, skimming through books trying to figure it out but...There's a 'serious glitch in his lungs and stomach', so to speak. For you to best understand Yui, it seems he soaked something into his body that's making him violently ill. I'm having a hard time pin-pointing what it could be..." Mitsukake stared at the ground and placed his elbows on his knees. He linked his hands together and perched his chin atop them; eyes hazy in thought. "A very hard time..."
"Then you should keep him here!" Yui cried. "This is going to be a hospital soon- isn't it? It won't just be a buisness where you study medicine anymore, you have to keep patients when their ill and you don't know what's wrong with them at a hospital- don't you? Start now; you can look over Tamahome-"
"I would if I could, youknow that Yui; but Tamahome won't allow it, and because his sickness is coming and going, even if I kept him, it-"
"You have to try!" shouted Yui standing. "Make him stay! Do you even- I'm sorry; look at me screaming like this." Yui flopped back down, a hand on her forehead. "I'm sorry Mitsukake."
"Don't be; you're not saying anything I'm not asking myself." Mitsukake blew out a breath. "I'm worried for our Dollar Head; I'm not comfortable with him ill like this..."
"I wonder if this is like...'charging us bad change' ?"
"Stop it Yui; no jokes."
"Sorry." Yui closed her eyes, then opened them. "I'm just...I don't know what to do. I have the strong urge to tell Miaka; I can'tbegin to tell you how much she's been crying over...Well, I should believe in him more I guess. He won't do anything too hasty; he loves Miaka too much to...to- But, I wish he had said more about that 'buisness' trip to me! He left so suddenly, then didn't write for weeks and I see him like this..."
Mitsukake raised an eyebrow curiously. "Would you rather not know how he was?"
"...No, I'm glad I know, even though now all I'm going to do isworrymore..."
"Life can be tough shit," Mitsukake sighed, leaning back. "However, it's a humans life..."
"Yeah, it really can...and yeah, it really is." Yui leaned back in her seat too.
I have to go to the University early tomorrow to make-up an exam, Yui thought quietly. I'm never going to pass that with...with all this on my mind...but the schools library is filled to the brim with books. I might, just might, be able to find something about Tamahomes condition; if there are any other cases like his; making you throw up blood and...something to do with 'Mikage'?
Ah. Yui felt her nerves shriek with exhaustion already. I'm going to be pulling an all-nighter, trying to find out about Tamahome; and I have to do it on the sly too! It's times like this where I wish I didn't have Miaka as my roommate. She's definetly going to ask what I'm doing, searching for all this material in order too... Ah, what would be a good, solid excuse to give her...?
"Yui-san seems to be unwell too, no da."
"EEKS!"
Chichiris face suddenly popped up before Yui! He put a hand to her forehead and hmm-ed.
"Mitsukake-kun," Chichiri said finally, turning to him. "Yui of Seiryus a bit feverish; I'll get her some water, no da."
"W-wait. That; Seiryu- Chi...chiri-kun," Yui spoke a bit timidly, "how do you know about that..?"
"Eh? It's on your forehead no da!" Chichiri pointed at his own flesh above his eyes. "In blue; it's appeared in a flash a couple of times just now no da. I wasn't sure what it was, but since you didn't seem alarmed, Yui-san, I decided it was best I didn't say anything-"
"O-oh..." Yui sunk her head down- mind reeling once more. Seiryu had been glowing on her forehead again? What was with this...strange new...new- whatever it could be! It was toounusual to have it coming into view whenever it liked-!
"I wasn't exactly sure what to say about it either Yui," Mitsukake chuckled. "I thought it was a fad you were using somehow-"
"And what fad would this be!" Yui demanded jokingly. "'Tatto of the Seiryu Guess Who'? I have no idea what it is! Do you know what a...'Seiryu' is, Mitsukake? Chichiri-kun?"
"Maybe it's a sweet bean bun!" Chichiri guessed. When Yui blinked her eyes nearly buldged out of her head-! Chichiri had grown a good deal smaller, and much, much cuter! "Ah, no da, it could be something delicious!"
"It sounds likes a dragon of some sort...swelling the pride of ice," Mitsukake drummed his fingers against his knee, "calling...calling...calling thebluedragon!"
"We have sweet bean buns!" Chichiri cooed. He looked so adorable as he sang, "Buns, buns- sweet dragon loves buns!' that Yui had to laugh and smile. It made her feel bad that she wasn't able to strike up a conversation with Chichiri, at this time, that could be so much more pleasent; he seemed like such a wonderful man to be around...and Yui wasn't sure, but his sudden humor might be because he was trying to make her feel better.
Ah, what am I thinking? Yui thought, laughing as Mitsukake and Chichiri mixed their voices together to sing, 'What's Sweet Bean Buns Got To Do With It No Da?' until a dark-haired girls picture blew up in her head and she screamed:
"Miaka! Oh my gosh! I need to hurry home!" Yui clampered to her feet and bowed. "Chichiri-kun, Mitsukake-kun, thank you so much- but I completely forgot-"
"What's the rush Yui?" Mitsukake asked startled.
"Miaka! She's on this new thing since Tamahome left; she's been making me dinner each time I come home to make herself feel better-"
"And you're rushing home for that?" laughed Mitsukake. "You know how Miaka's cooking is..." He jokingly gagged.
"You're right!" Yui bowed again. "But it makes her feel better...I'd rather see food than tears- Sorry to leave so abrubtly Mitsukake."
"No, no; you know you're always welcomed to come and leave when you must around me imooto-san."
"Hai, arigato Mitsukake-kun! Chichiri-kun, it was so nice to meet you. I hope I can speak with you again?"
Chichiri nodded. "Of course- no da!"
"Thank you!" Yui swiveled around behind her, about to open the door when Chichiri called, "Yui-san?"
"Hai?" Yui turned back around.
"Please be careful about Seiryu, on your forehead. It's actually something to do with water, but that's all I really know about it."
"Th...thank you."
Yui quietly left the room, but not before hearing Mitsukake ask, "Is it that really all you know, Chichiri, or only what you'll tell...?"
Yui felt a little ping of sandess when the door had shut; she hadn't heard the answer.