Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Man! I feel like a woman! ❯ Chapter 6

Please don't hurt me! I know I really should be working harder on these stories! But it is safe to say that I'm not dead! Yay! I do live...sort of...ok, I'm alive but I have no life. Does that work? Yeah...

Well, anywho I have tried to work on this, but the Writers Block demon decided to bite me in the ass, so I have been in a slump. It appears that the Writers Block demon has a brother, the Artists Block demon. And that too had bitten me. Oh joy.

Well, even though I have been infested with this horrible demon, I decided the only cure for writers block was to write. Now, I know it is oxymoron-ish, but bare with me. I will try to write no matter how bad it truly is.

Here is my pathetic attempt at a chapter...

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Man! I feel like a woman!

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"Uh...Chiriko...you see...um..." Miaka tried to find the right words. This was not the first time she ever had this talk, but she figured she would be much older before giving it. It seemed much easier being on the receiving end. "Chiriko...when your reach..."

Mitsukake and him just had to draw straws to see who would explain the birds and the bees to the thirteen year old girl.

"Miaka-chan?" Chiriko stared blankly at her priest(ess)

"When you reach a certain age..." Miaka turned beet red. How did his mom do it? "You go through...changes...and..."

Ok, he was bombing "the talk". Chiriko looked more confused now than she did a moment ago.

Miaka looked around franticly. There had to be a way out of this.

"Uh...Chiriko...what do you know about...stuff..." Where were the Barbie and Ken doll when you needed them? That's what his mom used to show how everything went.

"Miaka, I...I don't understand..."

It caught Miaka's eye. His savior! He scrambled across the room and scooped it up. He then thrust it into Chiriko's arms. "Read chapter fourteen!" He squeaked and turned even more red.

He stood up to leave. "If...if you have any...any questions...ask Mitsukake!" He turned back to see the book open and in Chiriko's lap.

"Sex..." Chiriko read out loud. "When a person reaches the age of around thirteen their body will go through changes...Miaka..?" Chiriko flushed a red hue. "There are pictures in this book..."

"Uh...yeah...study it and I will...um...test you on it..." Miaka ran out of the room in a fit of embarrassment.

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Hotohori paced her quarters at a fast pace. It was plainly obvious to everybody that the empress was not in the best of moods this day.

"Highness?"

"What?" Hotohori glared daggers at her advisor.

"Uh..." The elder man stepped back. "Nothing, sir...er...madam..."

"Then get out. I wish to be alone." Hotohori sat down "NOW! I want to be alone...and send in Nuriko."

"Yes...madam..." The advisors looked at one another and shrugged. They left and sent Nuriko in.

"Hotohori-sama?" Nuriko knocked and entered her empress's room. 'You wanted to see me?"

Hotohori bit her lower lip and looked away from her friend. "Nuriko...I don't know..."

"Know what?" Nuriko smiled and sat in a chair next to the love of her life. She noticed a small droplet on the empresses face. "Hotohori-sama?" She brushed the tear away.

Hotohori's golden eyes locked with Nuriko's lavender ones. "Am I beautiful?"

Nuriko was stunned. Hotohori never questioned her beauty before what could possibly...oh wait...that time of the month..."Of course you are! Why would you think you weren't?"

Hotohori let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know. I just feel... Nuriko? Do I look fat?"

Nuriko shook her head. "Of course you don't look fat! You are just as pretty as you were yesterday and they day before that."

Hotohori smiled. "Thank you."

Nuriko pulled Hotohori into a tight hug. "Do you want some of that candy Miaka calls chocolate?"

Hotohori nodded. "Yeah."

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Tamahome sighed as she walked down the halls. Last week was pure hell and all she wanted was to be a man again. Being a woman was so weird. His though patters were much different. He wondered is all women though about what another woman was wearing this often...

She passed by the emperors harem as she made her way back to the palace when a beautiful young woman caught her eye. 'She was not wearing those shoes with that outfit, is she?' Oh sweet Suzaku! what was happening to her?! She was thinking about how other women were dressing!

Before all she thought about as a man was... What if Miaka was thinking these kind of thoughts about other women...

No! that was preposterous! Miaka was a woman!...By birth... He couldn't be thinking these things...could he..?

"Oi! Wench!" Tamahome heard a familiar voice

She turned around to see who had the nerve to call her 'wench' with flaming eyes and a flaring temper. "Who do you think you--" Tamahome's scowl turned into a sly smirk. "Oh...It's you."

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I'm sorry! I can't think of any fun things to do to the Seiryuu senchi without taking up a whole chapter!! Next time! Next time!

Well... I hope this chapter is decent. It is much better that I first thought it would be. thanks and Review!!!! ^.^ Please review. Melyn feeds off reviews. They give her strength. She needs her strength. review....review....

Disclaimer: It wasn't mine the last chapter and, to the best of my knowledge, it hasn't changed. I still hold no rights to Fushigi Yugi, though I wish I did at times...