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The return to Eiyou
was bumpy to say the least and the landing was even worse. The inadvertent dog
pile brought already dark feelings towards one another to the surface and
bickering erupted. The fight that ensued had brought Houki running to see what
was going on in the courtyard. Her surprise at seeing her beloved husband moved
her to tears and she began to rush towards him. Unfortunately, the many
ministers and politicians had come out at the same time that she did and rudely
pushed her to the side, almost knocking her over in their rush to get to their
beloved heika first. Tasuki, Tamahome, Nuriko, and Miaka had seen what had
happened while Hotohori was still trying to get his bearings down and listen to
the mundane groveling for his favor with loud praises of his happy
resurrection.
Quick whispers went between the four and
they got into position. With a shout of “Rlekka Shinen” the four managed to
chase away the counselors with various feats of strength (Nuriko), martial arts
(Tamahome), Japanese women pro-wrestling moves (Miaka), and Tasuki just scaring
the shit out of them with his evil grin as he shot flames at their various
asses. Chichiri and Mitsukake moved to Houki and walked her to Hotohori who
jumped up and embraced her tightly. The seiryuu seishi watched uncomfortably
while whispering amongst themselves.
“Are they allowed to
do that?”
“Aren’t they
breaking the rules already?”
Chiriko noticed that
confusion of his ex-nemesis’ and went to explain. “Those councilors are more
trouble and none of them were hurt. But, it was wrong of them to practically
push over the empress in order to start trying again to gain Heika’s favor. We
just use different techniques to get them away from Hotohori when they become
troublesome.”
Yui
giggled, she knew how much Miaka loved those female wrestlers and was amused to
see her actually use them in a way that really didn’t get her hurt or in
trouble. She briefly wondered if this was how it was when she, herself, was
transported out of the book leaving Miaka to fend for herself
until she ‘found’ Tamahome.
Nakago
was watching carefully, seeing the disapproval of some of the nobles that the Suzaku
Shichi seishi had to deal with when staying at the Eiyou palace. He gave
silently faint approved of their methods of chasing them away. Just watching it
made him want to join in – besides the Suzaku no miko had not mentioned
mentally fucking with anyone there. He had found the perfect victims – after all,
it would not do to get rusty. Unfortunately, his mental ramblings were to be
cut short because one of those very same nobles had caught sight of him and had
started screaming bloody murder.
“Bloody
murderer!” Okay, close
enough. That yell was enough to bring the rest of the annoyances back and start
screaming. Then came the guards and for once he was ashamed of those who he
shared a career with – they were so loud and disorganized that he felt the
beginnings of a tension headache coming on. Tensing himself for an attack, he
waited for them to make the first move.
“Stop!” Miaka ran in the path of the soldiers.
“Don’t attack them! They’re not here to take over or destroy anything!” That
stopped the stampede from coming any closer.
“But Miko-sama, they
are the ones responsible for Heika-sama’s death! How can you stand there and defend
the enemy?” There was a roar of agreement from those who had no idea as to what
happened. Miaka, however, was not to be deterred.
“Have you looked
behind me at all?” She glared at them, once again making the soldiers pause.
They looked and saw a most miraculous sight... their Heika was alive! However,
koukouheika (Her Majesty) looked a little bruised...
“Ah! Heika-sama we
are happy to see that you have not died as we had previously thought.
Koukouheika-sama, are you all right? You seem to be rather bruised, what
happened if we may so ask?”
“Ara, those noisy
nobles decided to pick back up where they started with Heika-sama.” Nuriko
glared at the nobles who were once again crowding around Hotohori. The guards’
faces darkened in anger, right before they charged at the unsuspecting nobles,
making said nobles scream like little girls and run off. Thus, the courtyard
was emptied of almost everyone. The Suzaku Shichi seishi were astounded as the
seiryuu Shichi seishi laughed at the scene. Finally, Mitsukake ‘woke up’.
“Well, that’s
something you don’t see everyday. Glad I’m not a noble.” He snickered. Chichiri
grinned and nodded, his mask looking almost gleeful.
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Tokaki and Subaru
moved around Touran freely, each listening for rumors of their quick rescue of
the young genbu seishi. There was none as far as they could find. They both
knew that they needed to leave soon, but their charges were still too heavily
injured to be moved. But they may not have a choice if they were to be found
out.
Hatsui and Urumiya did not trust them
completely - no that they could be blamed. Any time Shifan, Subaru, or he would
enter the room one or both of them would attempt to sit up, failing in that
they would just watch them closely. Introductions still had not been made since
the young ones were on painkillers and most likely were not cognizant. As these
thoughts passed through Tokaki’s head, a clatter resounded through the market
area behind him.
“Look Lee! That’s the
one who stole our sacrifice.”
“Hey, you’re right!
Let’s get them!”
Tokaki glanced
behind himself and saw two of the men he had knocked down as he had entered
that gods-forsaken village.
“Subaru split up -
meet at the yellow inn.”
She nodded once and ran
to the south of the road I was going to take. Our pursuers lost us in the crowd;
hopping onto a roof, I noticed Subaru three to four houses ahead of me. Man,
her backside still made my mouth water.
Shaking off my momentary lapse, I jumped
down off the roof I walked into the front room and paid our tab before I went
and got the cart and horses ready. As I was guiding the cart out, I was greeted
with Subaru and Shifan both carrying one child and half of our belongings. I
ran up to our room and grabbed the rest of our things. I hopped onto the cart,
snapped the reins and we took off at a fast clip. I heard angry shouts behind
us, but kept the pace and did not look behind me. Soon enough we made it out of
the city gates and we moved west. I was hoping that the climate in Sairou would
help the children heal a little faster, but for them to be completely healed
physically he would have to take them to the Suzaku healer Mitsukake.
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A few days had passed
with little to no incident for the group in Eiyou. Unless the number of times
Nakago actually made the nobles cry was an incident, then they few days interim
was just chock full of them. However, that did not include today. It would seem
that information that the Seiryuu Shichi seishi were staying at the palace
causing riots to break out in Eiyou. They were just this side of violent, but
just a small push - nothing really at all could push the rioters over the
proverbial edge. And that was just what happened.
Miaka, Tamahome, Yui, Tasuki, and Nuriko
were going for a walk in the market place. They hadn’t heard anything from the
rioters that morning, so they were hoping to temporarily escape the confines of
the palace. The morning was sunny and warm and they just wanted to get the hell
out. The trip itself was uneventful and they were able to relax and have fun.
Nuriko dragged them all into different clothing shops making all of them try on
the dresses there, much to the annoyance of Tasuki and Tamahome. Miaka figured
that some things just weren’t ever going to change when considering the
cross-dresser. It wasn’t until they were heading back that disaster struck.
Tasuki and Tamahome were teasing Nuriko
about not being able to change his ways, pissing Nuriko off. He ‘tapped’ them,
sending them flying into the palace walls, much to the amusement for the two
miko. Nuriko grinned self-consciously at the two women as shouts were heard
from nearby. It seemed that there had been an ambush waiting for them. The crowd
closed in tightly towards the group of five. The three Suzaku Shichi seishi
were ready to fight, but Miaka was not going to let them. She turned to the
guards.
“Take everyone else
inside and don’t let anyone out until this is over. This is because of my wish,
so I’m the one who needs to fix it.” Her order was answered with catcalls from
the crowd and the protests of her seishi and best friend. She was not going to listen the protests and moved to the side as the guards did
as she said. Once the gates closed behind her, she heard the semi-muted shouts
of Tasuki trying to get the guards out of his way. Silently apologizing to
everyone, she walked into the crowd.
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Shi Min walked down
the path from Hokkan, deep in his thoughts. The babble of the other merchants
buzzed around him as they stopped at one of the rare rivers found within
Sairou. He had been able to get the precious herb and he was hoping to get it
back to Kutou as soon as possible. From there he would seek one of Seiryuu no
doushi (monks of Seiryuu), the dreams plaguing him were confusing at best.
Though it wasn’t just the dreams, what looked like kanji had been written on
his foot and it made him nervous to be by his wife with such a thing since he
had no recollection of going to a tattoo artist while in Hokkan.
Looking into the water, he brushed back his
long brown hair. What he saw looking back at him was a tired man with a thin
face, brown eyes, medium sized slightly crooked nose, and semi-full lips. His
clothing was dirty, but that was to be expected with the way the weather was
going - windy that was that. Turning from the river, he allowed his horse to
drink and walked towards his beautiful wife of three years. Her black hair fell
in waves, framing a face that must have come as a gift from Seiryuu. Bright
blue eyes, a small pert nose, and seductively full lips were wonderfully
displayed on her heart-shaped face. She smiled at him and moved towards one of
the carts.
As she passed he noticed a cloud of dust
being kicked up on the horizon. Calling out orders to move out of the way, he
waited until the cart came to a stop. There on the cart was an old man who was
looking over his shoulder in search of something. The two large golden earrings
clipped on the old man’s ears glinted in the sunlight.
“Whoa
there stranger. Where are
you headed to in such a hurry?” The man looked at me as if I was crazy, but
then again maybe I was. Something told me that I would need to stick around
this old man to get the information I might need. He cocked his head as he
looked me over, my foot tingled and I could have sworn that his eyes widened
just a bit.
“What the hell is a
Seiryuu Shichi seishi doin’ here?” He all but growled at me, but what the
hell?!
“I’m not a seiryuu Shichi
seishi. I think you’re mistaking me for someone else.”
“I remember the feel
of a Seiryuu Shichi Seishi. And you’re one of them or as Byakko as my witness
I’m not Tokaki!”
“Dear, kindly shut
up.” A female’s voice came from behind the strange man who claimed to be one of
the Byakko Shichi Seishi. Which was completely absurd, they should be dead by
now. Just as I was about to walk away, an old woman popped her head over the
side of the cart and looked at me with some sympathy.
“Don’t mind him
dear. He’s just a bit crabby. But he is correct, you
are a Seiryuu Shichi Seishi. You’re ki gives you away.” I looked at her in
horror and shook my head, quietly edging away from them.
“It can’t be helped
if you don’t believe me. I just have one question to ask and you don’t have to
answer me. Do you have any strange characters on your body, like a kanji
perhaps?” My eyes widened and I turned to run only to find my wife looking at
me with those eyes that said I was in deep doo-doo if she thought that I was
going to do I was going to do. I smiled at her and chuckled.
“Hello dear. What
brings you to this side of the train?”
“Well, do you?” Ah
shit, that tone meant I would be sleeping with the horses again if I wasn’t
careful.
“Ah…. A ha ha ha.” I smiled and tried to laugh my way out of it.
Instead all I got was a sore ear and then a sore head. I heard a snicker from
the old man - Tokaki - and glared up at him just in time for me to see his wife
bop him one too. At least I wasn’t the only one.
“I’m still waiting.”
Damn she was going to start tapping her foot any moment now, I just knew it. I
sighed and gave in.
“Yes, on my foot. It
showed up a few days ago.”
“Let’s see it.”
“Yes dear.” Did I
mention my wife had a temper that shouldn’t be played with?
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Miaka walked calmly
into the brewing storm of people. They were angry. But it was an anger that
came from not understanding. If she was able to she would explain what was
going on, if not then this was just something that needed to be done whether or
not she lost her life. She had learned a painful lesson during her time as
Suzaku no miko. There was more to the world than what revolved around herself. There were precious people who could get very hurt
and die if someone was careless in one form or another. She had lost many of
those precious people, granted she had gotten them back but the journey to that
end had been painful and very much eye-opening. She couldn’t go back to who she
was. She didn’t want to.
As she walked the crowd finally converged
upon her. It was painful, but that was to be expected. They hit her and kicked
at her, cursing her for the misfortunes her coming to Kounan had placed upon
them. She wept and could do nothing more than that because in one form or
another they were right. She had brought about a lot of pain and suffering
through her inability to summon Suzaku the first time. She waited as patiently
as she could for the men surrounding her to stop and they did, but it was not
of their own volition.
“What a show of
strength and manhood. It takes twenty men to keep a mere girl down. How very brave and heroic.” The soft, dry voice cracked like
a whip over the men holding her down. She looked up and saw a beautiful man
gently smiling down at her. Miaka stood up, staring at the man no placing him
within the many people she had met during her travels. No names came for the
man. She bowed deeply, set to introduce herself and thank him.
“Kouji, is this the
woman who Genrou followed, went to protect? From the sounds of it he isn’t too
pleased about what just happened.” Said bandit’s voice could still be heard
over the wall, swearing taking up the majority being spilled forth. Kouji
snickered.
“Yeah this is the
girl, Hakurou. As fer Genrou, I’d say he’s about to bust a vein with th’way
he’s goin’ on.” The name froze Miaka. Hakurou was dead, she had prayed over him
in his tomb when Tasuki did just before she went to Mitsukake’s old village.
“Hajimemashite,
atashi wa Miaka desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu (I am
Miaka. Pleased to meet you.). Ano (Um), I am sorry if I seem rude, but how is
it that you are Hakurou? The Hakurou I knew of was dead.”
He laughed at her
politeness as Kouji grinned down at her. Sending a wink at her, he put his arm
around the once-deceased Reikyaku-san bandit leader. Hakurou, for his part,
just laughed and placed his hand on her head. She was comforted by his
gentleness.
“I am that Hakurou.
I do not know why I was brought back, but I felt a great need to come to Eiyou
and seek you out once I heard what had happened from Kouji and the others.”
Suddenly she was
struck with a sense of shyness. She had two things that she needed to do and
right away. She turned to the crowd, having decided to at least attempt to lay
their fears to rest.
“I need you all to
understand that none of you are in danger from any of those of the Seiryuu
Shichi Seishi. I can’t tell you much more than that, but they are needed to fix
things in this realm both in and out of their country.” Grumbles were heard,
but no one made any threatening moves towards neither herself nor the gates to
the palace. “Any other questions will be answered on open court day. Assents
were heard, though many of them seemed more like the answers of a man to a
nagging wife. She turned towards Hakurou and Kouji.
“Please come this
way, I’m sure that everyone will be happy to see you.” Hakurou raised his
eyebrow at that, but nodded his head. At that moment, a loud scream was heard
followed by something thumping into the wall. Miaka cringed, damn Nuriko for doing that right now.
Kouji and Hakurou seemed curious as to what that sound was and Miaka hoped that
Tasuki had peeled himself off the wall by the time the gates were opened.
She walked to the gates and knocked on
them, letting the guards know that it was okay to open them. As they did so,
Nuriko and Tasuki ran out. Nuriko kept running, but Tasuki stopped dead at the
sight of who was standing with Miaka. Tears came to his eyes at the sight of
his beloved boss. Hakurou looked just as he did before he got so sick.
“Boss.”
“Hey
there Genrou. I hear that
you’ve been busy.” Tasuki blushed at the sign of praise from his boss. He
scuffed his boots on the path before launching himself at Hakurou, hugging him
tightly as if he were to let go Hakurou would disappear forever. The how’s and whys didn’t matter to him, even if he did want to
know – he was just glad that his boss was back.
Nuriko, Kouji, and Miaka stepped out of the
way, just basking in the sight of Tasuki so happy. Though, Miaka did give
Nuriko a glare because of the ‘tap’ Nuriko gave Tasuki right into the wall.
Nuriko blushed, rubbing the back of his head as he laughed nervously. Kouji
cocked his head and looked between the two and just shrugged it off as Miko/Seishi
behavior.
A little while later
found most of them in the throne room with Hotohori. Miaka was being healed by
Mitsukake in one of the rooms. Tension was running high between some of the
groups and Tamahome shifted as he felt more than one disapproving stare fall on
his form and not just from his seishi brothers, but those of the bandits and of
the Seiryu Shichi Seishi – they didn’t even like Miaka all that much either.
Instead
of bang at the door and guards with Tasuki and Nuriko he had just walked away.
He was ten kinds of stupid, though in his defense he had gone and brought
Mitsukake back with him once the gates opened once again. He had been relieved
that Miaka had not been too seriously hurt, but had still worried over the fact
that she was heavily bruised and slightly bleeding from some superficial
wounds.
A
bang was heard as Tasuki jumped to his feet, the tension getting to him in ways
that reminded him of his five older sisters
displeasure with him. He walked up to Tamahome and grabbed a hold of his shirt.
Chichiri had followed and was trying to get him to let go. Like hell he would.
“The hell were you thinking just walking away?!” And with that it
the gauntlet was thrown.
“What’s it to you?”
Tamahome glared back at Tasuki. Oh no he didn’t. All
of five seconds passed before Tasuki jumped Tamahome bringing down the all-out
brawl they all knew would happen at some point. Nakago began to laugh at the
sight, the rest of his group joined in. As a result the remaining, non-fighting
with the exception of Mitsukake, seishi jumped in. The brawl expanded when
Kouji’s foot was stepped on. After that it was just this short of all out war,
luckily no one died.
At hearing the loud noise coming from the
throne room, Mitsukake and Miaka ran there. Throwing open the doors they saw
the room in complete disarray. Everyone was fighting. As it was, Nakago was
gleefully bouncing up and down on a fallen Tasuki and Tamahome, who were still
trying to hit each other. Miaka looked into the crowd and yelled, “What the hell
is going on here?!”
“Training
session!”
“Oh is that what
they’re calling it now?” Her sarcastic reply was cutting, and Mitsukake placed
a hand on her shoulder.
“Awww, look at the
healer man hold the little girl back. He just saved us from getting swatted
at.” Snickers arose from the combatants and Miaka began to get angrier.
“It’s not worth it
Miaka.”
“Yeah,
Miaka. It’s not worth it,
so just stand over there with your silent giant and watch how adults handle
things.” Mitsukake glared at the blonde shogun, not making any moves.
“OH, look he’s
glaring at me. The big, quiet man over there is giving me a dirty look. Please,
like you can do anything to me.” At those words, Mitsukake went into action.
Throwing an apologetic look over his shoulder, he picked Nakago up by the waist
and threw him over his head. Nakago did a roll in mid-air, ass over head, and
landed face down on the floor. Chiriko, after kicking Suboshi on the shin, ran
and sat on the shogun effectively pinning him to the floor. Both he and Miaka
watched in fascination as Mitsukake went about ripping people apart and
throwing the overly eager ones over his shoulder. Nuriko took his chance and
moved over to the rising Tasuki and Tamahome and lightly tapped both of them
into the throne room’s walls. Breathing hard Mitsukake glared at the now
separated fighters.
“I hereby decree
this ‘training session’ over.” And with that he stalked out of the room.
Miaka, Soi, Yui, and
Houki had just parted company with Nuriko a few minutes before and were walking
around the pond quietly laughing amongst themselves.
Female time had never been this fun before, but then again being around a large
grouping of males all day long did get on ones nerves after a while. Especially when the testosterone was thick enough to choke on.
None of them noticed when three figures began to follow - two to one side and
the third on the other.
“I can’t believe
they actually got that healer of yours to join in their little cock fight.” Soi
laughed in remembrance of seeing the reticent healer lift three of the men up
and just toss them onto the grass.
“I always knew that
he held back.” Miaka grinned at Yui. “Too bad Nakago was taken down by one of
the gentlest people I know.”
Yui had to laugh at
that. “Baka, even you should know that just because someone is gentle doesn’t
mean that they’ll be like that all the time.”
The women laughed
again, this time picturing the mighty Shougun tossed ass over head onto the
ground and then sat upon by the smallest of the group. Chiriko had held the
Shougun down, keeping the blonde menace in check for the rest of the “training
session”. Her time to think was over once a throat was cleared. Houki was the
first to recognize the shadow in the night.
“Konbanwa Chiriko.”
Houki’s soft voice pushed the other women from their musings.
“Konbanwa. Would you all like to see something really
interesting?”
Chiriko was
grinning, no one would suspect.
“Of
course Chiriko! What is
it?” This time it was the Seiryuu priestess speaking to him.
“A
surprise.” Was all he
said as he beckoned the women to follow him. They
followed, curious as to what he wanted to show them. The lone figure kept
close, still hidden in the shadows of the trees. A few minutes later they
walked into a clearing that was being gently lit by the moon. This time another
figure rose out of the shadows.
“Konbanwa
ladies.”
“Tasuki, is that
you?” Miaka squinted her eyes to see into the shadows.
“Sorry chibi, we’ve
already seen him. I’m not interested,” Soi said, looking at Chiriko.
But Chiriko wasn’t
going to give up. “Ah, but ladies there is something of interest here.”
And with that Tasuki
whipped around just as Chiriko turned on one of Miaka’s flashlights lighting up
Tasuki’s bare ass.
“Buwahahahahahaha!” Tasuki could only think of Nuriko’s face as
he did this. He didn’t realize the danger he had inadvertently placed himself
in. Soi raised her hand and called forth her lightning just as Hotohori jumped
out of the shadows, sword unsheathed - both aiming for the unfortunate bandit’s
ass.
“ITEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Tasuki screamed,
his cry resounding throughout the palace as both attacks met their marks.
Miaka, Yui, and Houki were laughing uncontrollably as the bandit was sent off
through the trees, yelling as he went in search of Mitsukake. Chiriko, on the
other hand, started trembling as he faced the laughing women and the glaring
Hotohori. That was when he realized that both his and Tasuki’s calculations
were off.
“Where’s Nuriko?”
“He went to hang out
in the seraglio. I’m guessing that ‘attack’ was for him, ne?” Miaka grinned
down at the young seishi. Chiriko nodded vigorously as he hoped that neither
Hotohori nor Soi would fry him like they had Tasuki. Deciding that he would
rather not find out, Chiriko took off after Tasuki, yelling as he went.
Laughing, Miaka and
Houki managed to calm Hotohori down as they walked back into the main area of
the palace. There the five of them parted ways, each going where they felt they
needed to.
Miaka walked down
the hall following the groans of someone in a great deal of pain. Stepping
through the door, she managed to catch the tail-end of the lecture that
Mitsukake was giving Tasuki and Chiriko.
“How about the next
time you two get the foolish idea to moon someone, make sure you have the right
one else I doubt that you’ll get off as easy as you did this time. I’m
surprised you survived this much damage Tasuki. Maybe getting knocked through
walls is toughening you up.”
“Yeah,
yeah.” Tasuki pouted
before gritting his teeth as Mitsukake dabbed on some kind of disinfectant onto
his abused behind. Miaka giggled, unable to hold it back any longer. The three
looked up at her in surprise, making her giggle harder.
“Just
wanted to check up on Tasuki and Chiriko. Hotohori isn’t mad anymore.” She grinned at the blushing
seishi. “By the way, Tasuki; nice ass!” And with a
laugh, she ducked out of the room, running towards her own.
A few minutes of
shocked silence passed and then Mitsukake laughed as well.
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