If you look in the reviews section of this story, you will see a review from Ryuuka Tamura to me. I didn't write it: A friend of mine came over and forgot to log on to her own account. --

So the review is actually from Mizuko Aoki.

Aw man! I wish superscript and subscript worked on Oh well. T.T

Yippee! It's Senzoka again! And from now on I'll refer to Nuriko as she!

I don't own Fushigi Yuugi…at least not the original. ;

Hotohori

Senzoka sat in one of Nuriko's chairs and watched her sink into her bed.

"What am I gonna do?" He was asking. "I can't walk around this place like this! I mean, I'm a guy! Even though your emperor never comes in here it's gonna get into his ears sometime!" Senzoka looked at Nuriko again. She was studying him intently. He hoped she wasn't thinking—

"If we can get you in some women's clothes—"

"No way."

"Hey hey hey listen!" Nuriko said impatiently. "You might not be stunning in men's garb, but I'm sure you will strike up some competition in—"

"That's what I don't want." Senzoka cut her off, a strange accent in his voice. It wasn't loud, but Nuriko could tell he was serious.

"So what brilliant plan do you have in mind?"

"None."

Nuriko facefaults. "Fine then you can just stay in my room all day long."

"Fine fine fine! I'll go you this time. But please note that this is gonna be against my will." Poor Senzoka was suddenly stuffed into pink female-styled robes. Even his hair was done, even though it wasn't very long. Probably some kind of wig.

Senzoka was then dragged in front of a mirror where his eyes suddenly became sparkly. "Is that me or is that some hot babe standing on the other side of a window?"

"Probably you."

Senzoka's face dimmed. "Oh."

Nuriko watched with amusement as Senzoka started drooling over a few harem girls walking by her door. "You know that they think you're a girl right now, right?"

"Oops."

Nuriko started laughing at the expression on Senzoka's face. His oversized eyes were extended even bigger in sad puppy eyes, complete with the little bubbles and everything.

"Hey it's not that funny! You don't know what it's like! I mean, you're g—"

Nuriko clamped a hand over his mouth and said through the corner of her mouth, "Zhu zuei!" Which means "shut up" in Chinese. She grinned one of her signature goofy grins at passersby. Senzoka was having the strange expression on his face where it looks like he was trying very hard to breathe. Finally, he used one of Ryuuka's signature moves: a sharp jab anywhere reachable with the elbow.

"OW!" Nuriko let go. Senzoka's face was a weird mixture of red and blue, from the suffocation and Nuriko's slap on the lower half of his face.

"Th-thanks a lot…" Senzoka gasped in his only slightly manly voice. "I-I'll just g-go out for some fresh air…"

Nuriko held her side, a pained look in her eyes. "Ow…" Nuriko hoped that the only reason he jabbed her in her side was because he was being suffocated. Man was she glad he didn't go any farther…

Nuriko opened her window. Senzoka was only just recovering, just like her. Houki walked up to him from behind. Nuriko grinned. This was going to be fun.

"Hello there."

Senzoka visibly jumped. He turned. "What was that for?"

"Huh? Are you new? I don't remember seeing you before." Houki looked confused.

"Is this revenge for me poking you in the side? You deserved it! Next time think before going around choking people." Senzoka didn't even bother using a female voice because, he decided, he didn't need to because Nuriko was the one who forced him into the pink dress thing.

"What are you talking about?" Houki started looking a little angry. "I don't even know you! Are you another one of those gay cross dressers?"

Senzoka looked taken aback. 'Well duh, you—' He took a closer look. The…person in front of him had no mole. His expression turned funny, with the black outlined white eyes and dangling square mouth. "I-uh-you—you look exactly like Kang-Lin!" He started sweating a lot. Even his voice started dragging itself up out of fear.

"Yes…I…do…" Houki said slowly and cautiously. 'What's up with this girl? (cough cough) She acts so weird…is she even a girl at all? Her voice keeps changing.'

'Oh man I totally screwed up this one,' Senzoka thought frantically. 'Come on! Where did your cool and collected side go?'

Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head. It sounded…distinctly female….

'Eek! What is this!' It was yelling. 'What does Kouji think of me now? I'm a freakin' cat!'

Senzoka was confused, but the voice suddenly disappeared like the person on the other end of a telephone suddenly hung up. He was probably just going crazy, he thought hopelessly. Though the voice sounded familiar…what was it? When did he hear it before? But Senzoka let the thought go to sleep as he tried to solve the problem that was suddenly thrust into his face.

"I'm sorry, Houki," He said with a nervous grin. It was hard getting Houki angry, but when she is, bad things might happen. "I kinda mistook you for Kang-Lin. Sorry 'bout that."

Houki's face immediately softened. "H-she's a bit rash at times, of course. I'm okay with that."

From her window, Nuriko looked down at the two with a disappointed look. She had expected a lot more. Bored and tired, she closed her window and went back to her chair. She took one of the fruit things the maid put there everyday. She never knew what the heck they were, but, as long as they tasted good, she didn't care.

Nuriko bit into the orange thing. And immediately spat whatever was already in her mouth out. Ick, what was this stuff? It was bitter…ah well who cares. She didn't want to eat it anyway. Nuriko tossed the thing over her shoulder a little too hard, right through the window and down. Down onto somebody's head. Namely, Senzoka's. The thing exploded on his head and sprayed purple juice everywhere. Houki shrieked uncharacteristically and hid behind a cherry tree. Ironically, everything the purple stuff stained was pink, including Senzoka's dress (AN: Brrr…feels weird just writing that…) and some of the flower petals.

"Aw man I hope this doesn't leave a mark," Senzoka said, irritated, to himself. 'I really hope Nuriko doesn't mind…she's really scary when she's mad. Especially with that strength of hers.'

Houki looked at Senzoka worriedly. His once beautiful robes are now splotched purple, and his hair was messed up. The soaked cross-dresser (Senzoka: Hey I did that against my will! I hate women's clothing!) grinned nervously and said, "Maaaaayyyyybe I'll just go and clean up." And bolted, leaving Houki to stare out behind him, confused.

Senzoka crept into Nuriko's room. She was about to throw a pillow at his face, when she realized that the intruder was Senzoka.

"So, what is it this time?"

"Purple juice."

"Huh?" Nuriko took a closer look. Sure enough, there were large purple stains on her dress. "And what exactly did you do?"

Senzoka started sweating again. "Something hit me in the head and exploded?"

"What was it?"

"I think it was orange before it popped."

Nuriko froze with a strange expression on her face. "Aw man! Not again!"

Realization dawned on Senzoka's face. "You mean you threw the thing?"

"Sadly, yes. And sadly, I'm gonna have to make the poor poor maid wash that again. Sighs…"

"What am I gonna do about the stickiness?" Senzoka was panicking again. Gee, after coming to this world, Senzoka had been panicking more than he had in his life. At least the part of his life that he could remember.

"You could take a—" Nuriko suddenly realized that Senzoka was in a similar situation as herself. "I dunno, do whatever you can think of. By the way, where did you come from, anyway? I usually don't see random males I don't know freaking out in the middle of the Inner Seraglio."

"Eh-heh…" Senzoka started sweating again. "I'll…just go walk around a bit…" And disappeared in a puff of dust.

Nuriko stared after Senzoka, only to get very sore eyes from all the dust stirred up in his wake. Suddenly, the blue-black haired boy crashed into something. A beautiful girl came over from nowhere, and asked Senzoka if he was okay.

Senzoka sat up, rubbing his sore forehead, which bonked into a giant red pillar (pretty familiar, eh?). "Ow…" Senzoka moaned in a guy's voice.

"Excuse me?" The girl that came over had a similar guy-ish girl-ish voice. Senzoka turned to face the person, only to freeze in shock.

Yes. The "girl" that was wearing a cloak that hid "her" gender was Hotohori. Though that wasn't what surprised Senzoka, for the eighteen-year-old emperor of Konan looked nothing like he did in the manga or anime. Instead, he had a much more feminine face shape, with slightly more masculine features. Senzoka was surprised because the emperor looked just like someone he once knew. He tried hard to remember who he or she was, but failed. It was like the part of his mind was locked behind a mostly invisible wall that distorts what's behind it. Senzoka didn't think it was important, and threw the thought that the emperor resembled someone into the back of his head, vanishing forever behind the distorting wall, only to be reawakened when he saw her again…

I think that chapter was shorter than the previous one. Anyway please review! Whenever you read one of my fanfics review. I won't be able to tell how many people actually read it, and you're all welcome to give any suggestions of any kind. Just no flames please. I don't need a flame to know I suck at writing. Just tell me how I can improve if you didn't like it.