Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Little Meddlers ❯ The Devils ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Wai, wai! My first Fushigi Yuugi fic! I was doodling in Mythology class last week and I did this cute little demon Tasuki and, being the hentai that I am, I gave him a few lines in speech bubbles and went, "You know, that wouldn't be too bad of a fic idea..." so here's the first part!

Disclaimer: Yu Watase owns Fushigi Yuugi and all of the character's there in. I don't even own their character images, so in truth I guess I don't own Ri-chan, Jun-chan, Gen-chan, and Rou-chan.

Warnings: Definite Shounen-ai.

Little Meddlers

Chapter 1 - The Devils

By: Emerald Star

Sitting on individual tree branches, invisible to the plane of existence they were watching, two little figures with bat-like wings, horns, and forked tails were watching the resting camp below them.

"Gods, this is boring. That monk of yours is down right annoying! It took me three hours to get Tasuki to the point he was going to flame Tamahome but noo~! One little touch of your monk's hand on his shoulder, and he's as calm as can be!" Kicking

his legs, the red headed little demon shot a nasty glance to the side at his sulking companion.

"At least you're lucky enough to be heard by your charge, Gen-chan. Chichiri's almost totally blocked me out by now. Sheesh, one little mistake and suddenly he's into the whole 'I'm-not-worthy-of-forgiveness' crap."

Disbelief etched the red headed demons face. Raising his hand he ticked off points. "Dude, you made him feel betrayed by his fiancée and best friend..." The powder blue haired demon sunk lower into his depression the more the red head went on. "...and in the end not only did he lose everyone, he lost his eye as well! I think that's a bit more than just a little mistake."

Tears burst out on the little blue haired demons' face as he curled into himself. "I know! You don't have to be so mean about it!"

Feeling bad now, Gen-chan beat his wings and flew over to sit down beside Chichiri's little demon look alike and gathered him into his arm's. Running a soothing hand in circles along the demon's back he made little soothing sounds while hugging the crying demon in his arms. "Hey, it's alright now Ri-chan... Come on, surely if we work together we could make him pay attention to ya..."

Sniffing and rubbing the last of his tears away, Ri-chan looked up into the concerned amber eyes. "Really? You'd help me?"

Giving a fanged grin, Gen-chan puffed out his chest a bit. "Why not? 's not like I got much else to do, what with Tasuki being so considerate lately." Tilting his head, Gen-chan got down to business. "So, what can ya still affect?"

Frowning slightly Ri-chan just shook his head. "Not much, but what would you expect? Chichiri's been meditating for enlightenment for years now... Desire's pretty much the only thing I could push."

"Damn, that just sucks. So, who's he got the hots for?"

Ri-chan closed his eyes, his brow wrinkling slightly in concentration, making his flushed from crying face look all the cuter in Gen-chan's opinion. After a moment his mahogany eye opened wide in surprise. "Tasuki!"

Blinking, Gen-chan looked down at the slumbering form of his human charge. "Is that so?" Cocking his head and doing a small search of his own on Tasuki's feelings for a short time, a mischievous smile graced his lips. Leaning back, laughing, he made a snapping motion with his right hand. "Hot damn! Getting freaky with the monk! I didn't even think about that option!"

Ri-chan paused. "You mean, Tasuki likes Chichiri as well?"

"Either that or Tasuki is just having momentary hentai dreams."

"... He always said he didn't like girls..."

Gen-chan snorted. "That's 'cause he always gets physically abused by or because of them."

"So, think we could become cupids for a bit?"

Another fanged grin was flashed towards his friend. "Cupids? Are ya nuts? That's something Rou-chan and Jun-chan would be. Nah, we're gonna be meddlers!"

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It had been one really weird week. Weird, in the fact that something was missing.

Miaka was being Miaka, no change there. Tamahome was on edge, waiting for something, though he wasn't really sure what. Nuriko at first had been taking it as a sort of `don't-look-a-gift-horse-in-the-mouth' situation, but at this point he was getting pretty worried. Chichiri had been avoiding everyone, though that was usually normal. Mitsukake was often seen conversing with Chiriko, surprisingly being the only person other then Hotohori who understood every other sentence that came out of the child's mouth. Tasuki, on the other hand...

Tasuki had been pretty mellow for the whole week. The only time he'd made a move towards his tessen during the whole trip other then the first day had been to start the fire when they set up camp. Even when Tamahome had teased him about how girlish his earrings had been, Tasuki had only shrugged it off with a little smile and the short come back of, "I know."

All in all, very weird. This was all due to a shift in the balance of the yin/yang principle from behind the scenes.

*---*---(Chichiri's POV)---*---*

Sitting by the river side, fishing line cast, I have ample time to contemplate the world around me. Especially since it is not the season to fish.

The events of the last week weigh heavily on my mind. My usual stints at what I've fondly come to term `Tasuki watching' have taken on a few changes, mostly being that it's become a bit of an obsession lately. Just the other day I zoned out watching the sway of those hips and the sun dancing through his red/orange hair, imagining those firm looking lips that were smiling in total abandon at the world to be against mine. It had taken Chiriko three times of repeating the same question until I snapped out of daydreams even more erotic than that.

I had especially liked that one that involved him sans clothes in the hot spring with a waterfall…

"Daaa…" I said with a blush, shaking my head. This wasn't the best time for this. We had to get the Shinzahou that was in Hokkan. I really shouldn't desire pleasure of the flesh at this point in time.

Try as I might, though, I can't seem to get these images out of my head. It's bad enough I've been having dreams about him all week, but this is really getting ridiculous.

In seconds I'm waving chibi arms about, `Daa'-ing and running around in circles, much like the thoughts that chase themselves around in my mind, fishing pole forgotten.

After a good ten minutes of these antics, even in chibi mode I have gotten tired. Falling backwards, with a pop of displaced air I'm normal size again by the time I hit the grass.

Even as tired as I am, closing my eyes only allows the images to play across my eyelids. Kissing those firm looking lips while running my hands through that gorgeous looking hair, getting more excited as he hesitantly returns my advances…

Moaning, I smack my forehead. I was trying NOT to think about these things!

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ES: ^^; Yeah, I'm starting another fic. However, I don't see this as being longer then four chapters at most, so I should have it done in two months time. *gives puppy dog eyes* Review for me?