Birthday Crashers

Tomo blinked a bit. Miboshi was still wailing on and on about melting. "Miboshi, you fool! It's just.. foamy.. pasty... minty... slippery... slimy... gook! You're not melting, though I wish you would if you aren't going to cease crying like that!" Tomo snapped, slapping Miboshi on the head with the toothpaste tube.

Miboshi licked some of the toothpaste off his chin. "Mm... You're right.. It IS minty.. I liiiike mint..." he said.

"Um..okay then..What were we doing again?" Tomo asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Searching for our beloved Nakago!" Miboshi smiled. He chucked the toothbrush aside and walked out of the bathroom, "And Nakago OBVIOUSLY isn't in THERE."

Tomo sighed and followed Miboshi. "Why ARE we looking for Nakago, anyway?"

Miboshi turned around sharply and stared at Tomo. Tomo stared back, wincing a bit at Miboshi's glare.

"Wha'd'ya mean WHY?" Miboshi finally asked with a gasp. Tomo sweatdropped.

"All Nakago ever does is yell at us, force us to torment people, whine to us and brag about his 'invulnerable' strength! He's an irritating joe blow."

Miboshi didn't answer at first. He shrugged and turned around, continuing his search of what appeared to be the Suzaku no Miko's quarters. Tomo began to wonder if his baldheaded Chiriko-killing friend had heard him. *ahems*

"Tomo.. Don't you think it's a bit odd? The way everyone suddenly disappeared?" Miboshi suddenly asked, while peeking in Miaka's sock drawer.

Tomo shrugged, "I guess.. Let's go look downstairs, baldy."

Miboshi glared at Tomo at first. But he nodded and they walked out of the room. They started down the stairs.

"Oh.. and Tomo?" Miboshi gazed up at his comrade as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Tomo looked over at Miboshi with a 'What now?'.

"I MAY BE BALD BUT YOU HAVE TOO MUCH HAIR!" Miboshi slammed his fist upwards into Tomo's chin.

Crack. Crickle. Sheek. Boom. A few of Tomo's teeth were chipped into horrid looking pieces. Tomo shrieked like a six year old and began to sob; however, he did not sob out of pain. He sobbed out of pure horror at the sight he saw when he pulled out his mini-cosmetic mirror from his pocket and gaped in horror at his mouth's reflection. Miboshi smiled deviously and set off for the kitchen. As he was walking, he was suddenly pulled into a dark corridor by a strange force. He tried to call out Tomo's name, but nothing came out of his stupid wide irritating Chiriko-killing mouth. *ahems again*

Meeeeeaaaaaaanwhile-

I'm going to just sum some things up, to get them out of the way. Yui and Amiboshi were also kidnapped by the birthday party terrorist and were now hanging out in the net with all the other seishi and Miaka. Mitsukake and Suboshi, however, still remained in the living room and Tomo was alone by the stairwell.

Mitsukake glanced over at Suboshi who was chomping on a bag of potato chips. Literally. The bag. The bag, not the chips. Mwahah.

"Could you stop that?" Mitsukake grunted.

Suboshi stopped chewing and took the potato chip bag away from his mouth. "I'm nervous," he whimpered.

Mitsukake sweatdropped, "I'm not a bad person you know.. Just because I may look bulky, doesn't mean I'm going to eat you."

Suboshi snickered and whacked Mitsukake on the arm, "Not from THAT! Lady Yui is hanging out with my brother..all alone..supposedly looking for my fellow seishi and her friend the Suzaku no Miko. What if they...do something?"

Mitsukake laughed lightly. He teased, "What if they...do?" Suboshi whimpered again and began to chomp on the potato chip bag.

"Dang.. is she even your girlfriend?" Mitsukake raised an eyebrow.

"Well...Well..." Suboshi started, blushing a bit.

"Well?"

"Well no.. but.. I just think of her highly. And.. she loves me, she just doesn't want me to know," Suboshi nodded, mostly to assure himself rather than Mitsukake. Mitsukake laughed again.

"What's so funny about that?" Suboshi asked, pulling the chip bag away, once again. By now, the poor bag was all slobbery with Suboshi's saliva. Mitsukake glanced at it and tried not to gag.

"Um..nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing!" Mitsukake gave his most reassuring smile.

"Are you suuure?" Suboshi pouted.

"Yes."

"Completely sure?"

"Um.. well okay.. not really. I just think Yui-chan might be more interested in a guy like..."

"A guy like who exactly...?"

"Um..."

"Um...?"

"Your twin, Amiboshi?"

"BUT WHY?!"

Suboshi started slapping Mitsukake viciously with the slobbery potato chip. Mitsukake winced and jumped and howled in pain and disgust.

Suboshi stopped abruptly as he saw movement from the corner of his eye. Mitsukake tried wiping his arms and face on the couch cushions. "Mitsukake... WHAT THE HELL IS-" BANG! Suboshi was thwacked violently on the side of the head by a frying pan and he fell forwards onto Mitsukake's lap. Mitskake gawked for a moment, wondering two things at once...:

1.) What happened to Suboshi?

2.) GET HIS FACE OFF MY LAP! AAAAAAAAH!

~~~~~~~~To..be..continued...:)~~~~~~~~~~