Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ In the Hour of Need ❯ Ch. 1 ( Prologue )

In the Hour of Need

It was a practically normal night. Tasuki had his nose in the booze while Chichiri sat quietly off in the corner trying to ignore the vulgar language and inappropriate behavior the bandit was displaying now. Chichiri really didn't like to watch Tasuki get drunk, but he had no other choice. He had to watch over him and make sure that he didn't drink too much and wind up sleeping face first in a mud puddle the next morning.

Chichiri jumped as Tasuki slammed his fist onto the table and ordered another couple of bottles of sake. Chichiri couldn't help but chuckle a little at the dumbfounded expression on Tasuki's face as the waitress brought over the tray containing the sake he ordered.

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Tasuki practically inhaled the alcohol. He loved the feel of the luke warm liquid slip down his throat. He loved the way the drink made him feel. He loved the smell. He loved the way Chichiri was staring at him. He…… Tasuki shook his head. `Where did that come from?' he thought as he sipped some more sake from his cup.

It was not that Tasuki didn't like the monk, in fact he actually loved him, and wanted to tell him how he really felt, but wasn't sure that the obviously innocent monk swung the way he did. Hell, he wasn't even sure if Chichiri felt anything at all for him. He was a loudmouthed, brash, drunken teenager. How could someone so perfect feel that way towards him.

Tasuki stared down at the liquid in his cup. It was very interesting to watch. The waves in the liquid almost had a poetic form to them as they swirled around and neared closer and closer to the edge of the cup. As soon as one disappeared, another was there to take its place. Tasuki was almost hypnotized by the sake. He chuckled at himself for being distracted so easily.

His thoughts drifted back to the monk. Why does he always got the wear that mask. He's so hot without it. He smirked, thinking of the perfections of Chichiri's scared face. The scar was in no way unattractive, it actually gave Chichiri a bad-ass rebel sense to him. He stared at the dreaded mask. Maybe if he thought hard enough at it, the mask would melt off of Chichiri's face. `Why can't I just tell him? I'm such a baka. I want to show him so much. I could teach him all there is to know about love. Gods…. Suzaku…. Why can't he see…. I love him.'

Feeling rather exhausted, Tasuki leaned down and folded his arms on the table, and his head followed soon after. `Arms make good pillows,' he thought, `but a strong chest of a certain monk would be even better.' He smiled, and let himself surrender to sleep.

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Chichiri watched the bandit intently. He wondered why Tasuki had stopped his insane pace of drinking and just stopped and stared at the cup in his hand for a while. `He looks so cute when he's thinking seriously no da… GAH! What am I thinking no da?! Bad Chichiri! No thinking hentai thoughts when people are around no da!'

He sighed. Ever since he had met the young redheaded bandit, he had these feelings. It wasn't like him at all. Had his three years of training, being able to control his emotions, been put to waste? All because of this boy? He wasn't even a man yet. He was still just an unruly teenager. `But why do I feel a tingle in my heart every time he is near me no da?'

The monk realized he had been lost in thought for a while, but he blushed when he saw Tasuki studying him intently. `No, he's just drunk and staring off into space no da. He's not looking at me.' Chichiri tried not to look at the bandit. He looked at anything, the bar keeper, the stools, the random people around the room, just anything to keep his mind off Tasuki.

Chichiri was relieved when Tasuki set his head down and started to doze off. Chichiri took in a sigh of relief. This was his chance to scamper away. He really had to pee, and after watching Tasuki drink all night, it was almost painful. He stood up and walked to the other side of the table where the bandit was napping. "I'll be right back no da…" he whispered and ran his hand through Tasuki's silky orange locks. Tasuki made a noise of recognition and returned back to his slumber.

Chichiri casually walked across the room and found the door that lead to his happy place. The little picture of a man on the sign made him scurry faster to the door as he felt the need to urinate increase in his bladder. The pressure was almost unbearable. After Chichiri slammed through the door, you could hear a very exasperated, "Daaaaaaaaaaa……" and a faint trickle sound.

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~ Yay! I finished the first part of the story. I had this idea running around in my head for a long time. I hope you like it so far, because it gets better…. Oh yeah, and it does have a plot. You'll find that out in the next chapter….. MWAHAHAHA…. Please tell me what you think of the story. Thanks! ^__^