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Everqueen– Lol. I couldn't make her as nieve to believe the only people she trusted in the FY world betrayed her now could I? … OK I could have if I wanted to. Lol

Crimson Firefox – Sorry. I made up for it though. This chapter is six pages long! The last chapter was two pages and usually I make my chapters three to four pages.

yumichan808 – (for chapters one and thirteen) Thank you. Oh, I guess I confused you on that part. The 'all around' is what Keara had been doing, I think you're confusing it with the singles where a person competes for a medal on whatever apparatus they are using. In the Olympic there are three competitions; team, all around, and singles. I can see how it gets mixed up though since in the singles the gymnasts often do all the apparatuses anyway, but that's different that from the 'all around' where the title of 'World's Best Gymnast' is given. I used to be a gymnasts, but when I reached middle school I had to choose between it and ballet… I chose ballet. Lol. Sorry, I really should have made a warning about spoilers.

Chichiri's Wanderer– Lol. That is an interesting idea and I had thought of that, but the yo-yo's of death became problematic since it would be in Suboshi's personality to take them out if she did something like that.

aznchild – Thank you and Sorry for making the updates see so long. I try to update once a week, usually on weekends unless something comes up (the weekend that just past I was stuck cleaning my house for my grad party Sunday, so that's why this is a bit late). No, sorry, I didn't graduate from there.

YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko– Sorry, I wrote it the same day as I graduated so I was really antsy and tired as well since I wrote it at different times. You see that in this chapter:)

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Chapter 14

Keara sat back in her chair, a deep frown on her face, arms and legs crossed, as she studied the tents entrance. There seemed to be no way to get away unnoticed since she knew Suboshi sat just outside it. He was undoubtedly a good fighter, something she was not, and he most likely had not problem with stopping her with any means necessary.

She silently sighed in agitation before picking up her cup of tea. Before she took a sip a thought came to her, causing her to look over at the table to see a tray and Yui's cup.

'This might just work,' she thought to herself as she quickly finished her tea, dumped out Yui's and placed them both back on the tray. With a final glace at the entrance she picked up the tray and quietly walked to it, stepping off to the side so she couldn't be seen should anyone look in.

Carefully, so as not to make any noise, she took the two cups in one hand and placed the tray between her legs. 'Let my aim be good,' she prayed as she took a cup in her good hand. Taking a deep breath she threw the cup at the table and nearly jumped for joy when it shattered upon its surface.

"What are you doing it there?" Suboshi asked from where he sat, but did not move from his spot.

Not feeling discouraged in the least she threw the other cup, shattering it upon the table as well. She smiled at the agitated noise the boy made as he picked himself up off the ground. "Stop breaking lady Yui's st-" he stopped speaking only when he had entered the tent and could not find the mute teen. "Hey, where'd you go?"

Keara pressed herself as close to the tents side as she could without making it move with her weight. When the boy moved forward even more she quickly slipped through the flaps, leaving a very baffled seshi to try and find her.

Mentally the girl cheered as she quickly ran, not wanting to be around when the boy came out to hunt her down. She was glad to finally be out in the moon light and not in a tent where she had no means of seeing the sky without being yelled at. The air was chilling, which was the only fault she found in leaving the warm tent, but it was not something she would go back for.

She felt as if Lady Luck was finally on her side as she saw that there was only one other tent in the clearing, leaving it to be the only place Nakago would have taken the miko at this time of night. Taking a few slow steps she came to a stop at the tents entrance, a bit to the side so she would not be noticeable.

"You knew she was from another world from the beginning didn't you Nakago?" Yui asked in slight agitation.

"I had a high belief of it and nothing more," Nakago told her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Yui asked.

"It did not seem necessary."

Keara rolled her eyes. Her being from another world would strike her as something important in the eyes of anyone else, especially when it came to people such as Miaka and Yui since they could understand each other much more than anyone else in this world could.

"What did you want her for?" Yui asked.

The slight clinking of Nakago's armor was heard as he moved. "She is not a miko, which means she was brought here for another reason."

"She said she was here to help Miaka," the name of the girl came out in a way that could almost be called snide.

"That can be changed easily enough."

There was a moment's pause. "You mean the kodoku?"

'The what?' Keara found her mind asking.

"Yes," was the general's reply. "And this time there is no strong bond to break it as Tamahome had."

"I don't know, she seems keen on the idea that her friends betrayed her," Yui said. "I feel bad about making her believe that though," there was a sigh, "the feeling it brings is so painful."

This shocked the mute teen. 'So they really hadn't deserted me,' she was angry that she had even thought it to be true. 'I should have known better!'

"But it is necessary lady Yui, we don't want her aiding our enemy."

"I know," Yui replied softly, "But still, I know what pain she must feel."

Keara peered in through the entrance flaps. She could see Nakago standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, a stern look plastered on his face. Standing not a few feet away was Yui with one hand to her breast as if feeling a pain in her heart, a saddened look of her face.

She was about to pull away from the entrance when something resting on the table caught her attention. It seemed to be blue with white markings on it. 'Bubbles,' she corrected herself. 'Wait a second!' her mind yelled, 'Chichiri's cape has bubbles!'

'Shoot,' she thought, 'I can't leave until I get that back.' She knew all to well that the cape meant a lot to the monk, something to do with his abilities she guessed.

"Hey!" Suboshi's voice was heard approaching her.

Keara's face faltered, 'What am I going to do now?' Suddenly she remembered the tray in her hands and did her best to hide it as she turned to face him with a look that could be compared to a child's when caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

The boy stopped in front of her with an agitated look and put his hand out, "Hand over whatever you've got."

"Suboshi?" Yui called from inside the tent.

"Hand it over," Suboshi commanded again. When Keara shook her head he made to grab her, but was stopped by a blow to the side of his head. While it had not been enough to knock the seshi out it was enough to make a rather large dent in the metal tray and cause him to lie on the ground clutching his head in pain.

Nakago was quick to appear and Keara attempted to hit him with the damaged tray, but the general easily caught it, not that she had really expected to hit him. What she had expected was for it to distract him, which it did for a split second, more than enough for her to dart into the tent and grab the cape, shocking the Seiryuu no miko.

Now the problem was getting back out. 'Hadn't thought about that,' she confessed to herself as she saw Nakago quickly approaching her. 'Exit stage left!'

She darted to the left, running into the tent wall with enough force to knock the spikes on the opposite side out of the ground and cause the tent to collapse on itself. Struggling under the tarp Keara looked for an end so she could make her get away, finding one moments later she crawled out just before Nakago grabbed her ankle.

Dodging a lightning bolt from Soi she ran into the forest faster than she thought possible of herself. She nearly fell over branches and roots several times, but somehow found her bearings quick enough to prevent an unwanted face plant.

She ran through the trees, zigzagging as she went, hoping to loose the Seiryuu seshi's who were undoubtedly following her. As she rounded another tree, dodging a large rock, she felt herself collide with something very solid, knocking it over with her on top of it.

"Itai no da," the solid object complained.

'No da!' she knew those simple words better than anything. Sitting up she beamed happily at the monk as he too sat himself up. 'Chichiri!' her mind screamed in joy as she wrapped the helpless monk in a tight hug.

"Keara, are you alright no da?"

The girl nodded, but did not pull away, all to glad to be back with someone that didn't want to use her or tell her nasty lies. Suddenly she remembered the cape, which made her pull away and look around for it.

"What's wrong no da?"

Keara sighed as she found it, mentally scolding herself for not seeing it in her lap to begin with. She picked it up and smiled at him.

He smiled back, "Lets get out of here no da." He stood and held out a hand, which the mute teen gladly took. He motioned for her to follow before he turned and stated to walk away.

Call it his body movement if you wish, but Keara knew something was very wrong. His words might have been dead on, but the way he moved was very- dare she think- un Chichiri like.

She looked down at the cape in her hands and frowned, 'He hadn't even noticed it.'

"Something the matter no da?" Chichiri asked.

Without even looking up she darted away, running perpendicular to the imposter's location. She heard a sharp curse, proving her thought correct as the monk she knew did not strike her as someone to use fowl language.

A black vine with thrones skinned her arm as she ran. Looking back in surprise she found someone she had never seen before, but knew he was a Seiryuu seshi. From her quick glance all she could tell was that he had a painted face and a ridiculous hair style.

'Someone help me!' Her mind screamed as she brought her gaze back forward. The cape came undone from the hasty folding job she had done, leaving about half of it to flap behind her as she ran.

She heard a cry of, "Rekka shien!" but paid it no heed as she kept running, afraid of being caught again.

To her dismay and sheer surprise she felt a sharp tug on the piece of the cape trailing behind her. The tug was hard enough to stop her dead in her track and make her fall backwards. She never hit the ground however as someone caught her, so instead she landed on them.

Turning in a panic she expected to find the face painted seshi, only this time she found Chichiri yet again beneath her. He smiled up at her, "Konbanwa no da."

She wasn't sure if this was a trick or not so she allowed him to sit up before she made her move. Instead of hugging him like last time she grabbed his face and attempted to make his lips pucker like a child would do to look like a fish, but instead she found that she pulled his face off.

Now completely freaked out she threw the mask to the side and crawled backwards in horror. Chichiri sat there nervously, "That was my mask no da." He attempted to hold the jovial voice Keara knew, but found it harder now that his mask was no longer in place.

"Keara," Chiriko ran to her side. "Are you alright?"

"Are you injured?" Mitsukake asked as he too came to rest at her side. Having not grabbed her attention he gently took her chin his hands and turned her gaze to him, "Are you hurt?"

Keara shook her head. She wasn't sure if what she was seeing was real. Surly if the face painted seshi could change his own appearance he could do the same to others.

"The damn Seiryuu got away," Tasuki growled as he walked into view, fan in hand. One look at the mute girl made him concerned, "You alright Keara?"

"She's had quite a fright," Chichiri told him as he picked up his mask from where it had been thrown. "Tomo must have taken the appearance of one of us, so she doesn't know if we're for real or not." Silently he knew it must have been himself since she had grabbed at his face and not hugged him. 'Bad way to find out I wear a mask,' he thought with a groan.

"Oi, those damn Seiryuu!" the bandit yelled. "I'll make 'em all pay!"

"Tasuki calm down," Mitsukake said calmly. "We are no match for the Seiryuu when their together."

"Especially without Tamahome who can fight Nakago," Chiriko pointed out. The bandit growled and put away his fan.

Chichiri put on his mask before walking up to the frightened girl where he knelt down in a typical Japanese style. "It's alright Keara no da. We're for real." He looked down at the cape still in the girls arms and smiled, "Thank you for brining back my kesa no da."

Tears welled up in the girls eyes. "What'd I say no da?" his voice was filled with worry.

Keara stared to spell out something with her hands, but remembered they couldn't understand it. So instead, as her tears fell down her cheeks, she wrapped her arms around the real monk's neck and hugged him tightly.

"It'll be alright Keara," Chichiri said soothingly, letting his jovial act fall despite his mask being in place as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It'll be alright," he repeated quietly.

Poor Keara. She's had one hell of a day! At least she'd back in safe arms. And poor Suboshi! He was wailed with a metal tray O.o

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