OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: Fushigi Yuugi is copyright Watase Yuu, Flower Comics, Pioneer Entertainment, uhh... probably some other people, can't remember now. I wrote this madness, so at least ask if you want to use my ideas. This was definately a spur-of-the- moment kinda thing, so I'm not all that attached to it. E-mail me comments? Please? Scary Mental Picture ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <> (Scene: All the Seishi are eating... breakfast or something, and only Nuriko and Tasuki aren't there. ^-^ Suddenly, a purple blur comes barging in, squeeling and gigling and knocking the door down in the process.) Nuriko: (Dashes around to the opposite side of the table, away from the ruined door. His cheeks are flushed, and he holds a hand to his heaving chest dramatically, looking about to swoon.) Oh, somebody save me! He's coming for me! The dread bandit Genrou is coming to ravage me! (Despite all the talk, he doesn't look all to sad at the prospect. What a naughty boy ;) (Everyone stares at the flustered seishi, except for Miaka, who continues eating. Duh. Now that he's holding still, they can see he's in his Lady Kourin getup, which has been pretty messed up in some places. His hair is mostly pulled free from the twin buns he had been wearing, and his lipstick is all but rubbed off. In fact, he looks more post-ravishment that pre.) Chichiri: (Of course he's the fastest to recover, he's a big boy) ...Who's coming? (As if in answer, Tasuki steps over the remains of the door, grinning ferally. He points a saucy finger at a wildly blushing Nuriko, than curls the finger up to beckon towards him. Nuriko keeps up the virtuous maiden appearance for a moment, flushing and trembling, than abrubtly changes his tactics. With a mischievious glint in his eyes, he shoots the flame-haired bandit a Come Hither look, and pulls down the neckline of his dress just enough to reveal a creamy-colored shoulder, then mirrors Tasuki's earlier gesture. His message is clear: "If you want it, you come and get it!") Nuriko: What's the matter, Gen-chan? Don't think you can catch me? (Tasuki, never being one to run from a challenge, gives an evil laugh and rushes forward, right over the table and Miaka's head. Miaka doesn't notice, being too focused on stealing Tamahome's food to be bothered.) Tasuki: That's it, woman! I need to teach you a lesson! Tama: (instant reaction) He's a man! (Tama's comment is ignored as Nuriko once again becomes the virtuous princess of the realm, narrowly evading Genrou's lunge for his waist and giggling like a schoolgirl. The okama leads Tasuki around the long table a couple times, squeeking every time the bandit's questing hands get a little too close. Chiriko, Tamahome, and Chichiri are blushing their heads off. Hotohori is casting his eyes skyward, praying to Suzaku for patience and wondering why all the Seishi had to be such sickos. Mitsukake, having resigned himself to the fact that most people besides him were insane, turns his attention back to breakfast. Or he would have, if it weren't missing. On instinct, he looks over at Miaka, who is just starting on Chiriko's meal. He should have known it. Oh well, at least the other two seishi's little display gave him fond memories of that one time he and Shouka had-- << Ack! I don't think anyone wants to hear that...>> --or that time with the lychee preserves and some helpful monkeys-- <> --and, his most fond memory, of going to that circus and talking them into letting him borrow the elephant and some cattle prods for a couple hours--) <> Nuriko: (On one side of Hotohori's chair at the end of the table, with Tasuki on the other side of the Emperor) Please, oh mighty villain, spare my maidenhood! Why, I tremble at the meer thought of such a BIG, MIGHTY, POWERFUL man like you (gives every word a little whimper ^^) THRUSTING into me like a raging animal, stealing my virtue and my honor! Ho-ri-sama: (Starting to feel a wee bit uncomfortable with Nuriko's heaving bosom on one side and Tasuki fangy smile and hurgry glare on the other.) Ano... Tasuki: (Snorts) Like you had any virtue to begin with! (With that, he shoots out a hand and grabs Nuri by the wrist. The purple-haired, uh, BOY makes a pathetically fake attempt to get away, than swoons into the red-head's arms dramatically. Grinning and triumphant, the dread bandit Genrou carries his prize from the hushed room.) Chichiri: ...I don't even want to know, no da. (Down the hall, an impatiant-sounding Nuriko can be heard saying, "Well, now that you've got me, how exactly were you planning on ravishing me?" followed by an abrupt silence, which I'll leave to you to explain H.H) Hotohori: (looking a little hot and bothered) I, uhhh.... have to go the the bathroom. (He gets up rather stiffly and heads toward the john, thanking Suzaku for the loosness of the men's robes that were in style these days. Silence once again reigns in the dining room.) Miaka: Ne, Chichiri, are you going to finish that? --OWARI-- Woo, this was fun! It's just like... a meaningless little scene that didn't have to be written well or in paragraph format, because it's not attached to any big story. Fun without commitment! Of course, I AM the reigning champion of commitment-phobia in women, so it figures... ^^;;; More of these little snippets are probably coming, since my ego was boosted so much by actually FINISHING something. This was thought up while brainstorming for ideas for a Nuri/Gen-chan fic. Since I think they make such a cute couple, and because I am frustrated to no end by the lack of Nuriko fics (and the ones that DO exist are 90% death fics ;_;), that fic will definately be coming. The big thing I have to decide is if there will be an actual plot, or if I should just do a total, pull-out-all-the-stops shoujo mini-romance novel. Ahhhh, sap! Be afraid..... be afraid.... -Jean "Oniko" Robertson 7/11/99 zellas_metallium@yahoo.com http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Highrise/4239/index.html