Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Little Meddlers ❯ Midnight Encounters Gone Wrong ( Chapter 3 )

Warnings: Some lime and Tasuki using horrible grammar.

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Little Meddlers

Chapter 3 - Midnight Encounters Gone Wrong

By: Emerald Star

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Rolling out his bedroll, Chichiri glanced over fleetingly at his tent partner, cheering silently for his luck. The rain had started to come down lightly before the three men could set up more then four of the tents. Nuriko and Tamahome were sharing one, while Mitsukake and Chiriko shared another. With Miaka getting one for herself, that left the last for him and the flame-haired object of his fantasies.

The atmosphere in the tent was a silent, companionable one. Tasuki, having finished with setting up his half of the tent already, was laying back with his head pillowed on his arms and staring at the ceiling, a far off look in his expression. In Chichiri's opinion, he looked very kawaii like that though it was also disturbing since he should have been, according to the pattern from `Tasuki watching', running his mouth off on some inane story.

"Well," Chichiri thought, "since I'm already here, I should try to find out what's been bothering him this week." Smiling slightly, Chichiri couldn't help but approach this in an unorthodox manner.

So it was with a very loud expletive that Tasuki came back down to earth, as Miaka would put it, sitting up in fright. Having a chibi-Chichiri in your face after pouncing onto your chest and saying "DAAAA!" rather loudly would scare anyone, Tasuki imagined.

"What the fuck?! Get off'a me, ya damn monk!"

With a bright smile the chibi-Chichiri, who had fallen into Tasuki's lap, cocked his head to the side hmm-ing loudly as if in thought. Then, with a bright, chirpy, "Nope!" in response, the blue-haired monk jumped up to wrap his arms around Tasuki's neck, giggling all the while as he hung close against the red-head's chest.

Chichiri was very, VERY, tempted to end the spell here and now. He could imagine it very well in his mind. Draped over the fiery haired bandit with only their clothes stopping them from being in skin-to-skin contact. Nuzzling into the younger man's neck as one hand snaked under the other's shirt covertly, stroking the skin teasingly while the other moaned in response. Kissing up that long pale tanned neck to stare into those confused, passion filled amber eyes. It was so well defined, that even blinking his own eyes didn't even change the image. It was as if... it was… real…

"Chichiri? What are ya doin'?"

Oops…

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Damn, what the hell is going on? Well, shit, ya, I know it's kind'a obvious, but when the hell did this happen? I mean, Chichiri's NEVER struck me as being horny. He's too much of a… well, a monk. Now that I think about it though, he's never really been all that religious.

He was close enough that I can see the slight nuances on his mask that point out his real feelings. The slightest tilt to the eyebrows expressing confusion and the lightest shade change to the skin tone, hinting to a hidden blush. That mask of his is a whole big issue to me, it makes me so confused because I love it and yet hate it at the same time. I hate it because he's drop dead gorgeous without it, but I love it because it makes him seem so cute and carefree. Then there's the whole issue of him feeling that he needs it, so then I like the thing because it's there for him, then hate the fact that he thinks he needs it at all… Damn, I'm getting off track again.

For being the person who started this, Chichiri's certainly making a hasty retreat to his own bedroll. That… kind'a hurts. "Chichiri? What was that for?"

He's turning away from me, snuggling down under his blankets. "Go to bed, Tasuki no da. Just forget about it, na no da."

Okay, now I'm hurt and confused. But I think I might understand. All of us guys have been celibate since meeting Miaka, and that was months ago for me, longer for Chichiri, Nuriko, Hotohori, and Tamahome. I think everyone with the exception of Chiriko must be as horny as a rabbit by now. At least, I know I've been having wet dreams for a good three weeks. I'll be damned if I let the one they're about back out now without a fight.

"What if, what if I don' wan'na forget about it?"

Damn, he is still breathing, isn't he? Oh, good, he must be since he's turning over to look at me. Shit, why isn't he saying anything? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Or was I supposed to say something else?

Oh, he's getting up! He's getting up and… grabbing his shakujo? What the hell?

"There are people approaching the camp, no da. We need to wake the others, Tasuki-kun."

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Dear Suzaku, I can't believe I did that. I honestly thought I had more control.

The problem is- I don't regret kissing and touching him. Sure, I feel guilty about it, guilty for taking advantage of him, but I don't regret what I did.

When Tasuki said what he did, about not wanting to forget, it shocked me. In truth, I had expected him to grab his tessen and, as Miaka would say, barbeque me to the point where Mitsukake wouldn't be able to heal me. But when I heard his voice, husky and whisper thin, I was going to jump him again, guilt or no guilt, for good or bad. Think about the consequences later and live in the moment.

So when I felt those unfamiliar chi auras, I was half disappointed about the missed opportunity, half glad that I hadn't been so reckless. Perhaps thirty meters out from camp they were, so close I was surprised I hadn't noticed them beforehand. Twenty to twenty-five strong, and all sparking with the restlessness of anticipation.

"Aw, crap. Guess I should'a warned ya guys after all."

I'm already at the tent flap before Tasuki's meaning sinks in. Turning around in semi-disbelief, I ask him, "You knew this was going to happen?"

He's standing up, pulling his boots on and grabbing his coat and belts. Glancing over at my words, he replies, "Well, yeah, I knew this was a possibility after seeing the lookout posts in the trees, but since I hadn' really seen anyone, I thought there was a higher chance that they weren' active, ya know? Figured I wouldn' worry anyone unnecessarily."

What the… Did Tasuki just say `unnecessarily'? When did he develop a sense of delicacy?! I'm about to turn right around and get to the bottom of this situation when a sharp whistle from outside alerts us to what I've forgotten about during our little conversation.

Tasuki's head is tilted to the side, listening with a sour expression. "'Ch, greenhorns. Using day birds for a signal at night." With a precise movement of his hands he's fastened the last of his belts, the gold one that doubles as a sling for his tessen, across his chest. He shoots me one of his devil-may-care grins as he gestures towards the flap. "Shall we? There's probably reinforcements on the way and we should take the first gang out before they get here."

Tasuki's shifted back so seamlessly into his usual personality that I'm almost convinced that the whole episode from before had never happened. But as he passes me on his way out, he pauses to bend over and brush his lips against mine briefly. As he pulls away, we're both blushing, though his skin color hides it better then mine. Without a word he bolts through the barrier to the outside and as I slowly follow, fingers rising to my lips, I can only seem to think about the certain things I want to do to him when things are over.

After all, why waste the perfect opportunity of having a tent to ourselves?

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ES: Gomen, minna-san! Chichiri just got so embarrassed about the first scene that he went and hid for a couple of weeks… Little prude. Anyway, looking at my outline this may or may not end up being a chapter longer then I had predicted. We'll see, ne? Also, gomen for the lack of chibi's this chapter, but do not fret! They'll be back next chapter! So review for me, onegai?

To Reviewers:

DreamFeathers: Arigatou! *pats you on your head*

Akennea: That I have.

polynesia: Well, it's nice to know this works for more then the yaoi worshipers. Quite frankly, I pretty sure my parents don't realize I write this stuff, they're less observant than you'd think.

Kitsuna Ri: ^_^ Is that a request I hear? I think I could have that happen, though you'll have to wait for it… Hopefully Tasuki was more to your liking this chapter.

Moonraven: Aren't they just? *snickers* Oh, believe me, they're working very hard on setting them up, now if Chichiri would just stop getting interrupted…

tronella: Wai, aren't they just adorable? Think Anna picked up the sarcasm?

Xellas: Isn't he just? ^_^ Actually, I really don't think I have a format… Unless it's a `give a third person POV then some first person POV'.

Unofficial Schwarz: Glad you think so! ^_^

shinigami_priestess: Thanks! It's nice that some one actually likes my mellowed out Tasuki.