Valentine's Day
(Please note: Fushigi Yuugi and characters are the property of
Watase
Yuu, Flower Comics, etc. That's my disclaimer. Don't bother
suing me,
I don't even own my own computer.)
(I know, it's not Valentine's day, but oh well. I'm early this
year.
Minor spoilers here, but I am writing this as if everyone is all
alive
and kicking in modern day Tokyo, ok? As usual, there's a tiny bit
o'
yaoi stuff here too. BTW - I don't know where Miaka's apartment
is
located, so that's why the story is happening in Tokyo, okay?)
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Bishonen no Miko© presents:
Fushigi Yuugi Episode 53! (the lost episode)
Valentine's Day in Fuugi Yuugi Land!
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It was February 14th and all was not well. Tamahome wandered
aimlessly
around the streets of Tokyo, peering into shop windows and sighing
at
his own stupidity. His mind wandered back in time...
"Happy Valentine's Day Tamahome!" Miaka had said as she handed him
a
little box of chocolates tied up with red velvet ribbon.
"Ano... Valentine's Day??" he asked stupidly. Miaka's face fell.
"You forgot?"
*Oh no, Keisuke had warned me about this! Damn!* Tamahome turned
very
red and sheepishly tried to apologize, but Miaka inexplicably
burst
into tears and ran off, shrieking something about her hunger and
the
lack of tasty chocolates.
*And so now I have to find her some chocolates?* thought Tamahome
as
he wandered past more shops. But they all seemed to be sold out.
He
finally saw a very busy little store that seemed to have some
candies
left, so he ran in and yelled, "Excuse me? Do you have
any...????"
His voice trailed off as he ran into a tall, familiar figure.
"NAKAGO?!" He looked around nervously. "What are you doing
here?"
Nakago smirked and pushed back his blonde hair. "Tamahome, it's
Valentine's Day."
Suddenly a wicked grin split Tamahome's face. "Ah, you forgot
too!!"
Nakago turned SD and dramatically put his hand to his forehead.
"Soi
kicked me out! Waahhhh!" He grabbed Tamahome and put his head on
his
shoulder. Tamahome sweattled.
"Well aren't you going to comfort me?" Nakago asked, turning his
head
to look at Tamahome.
"Er, no."
"Hmph. But you know, Tama-chan, you have really beautiful
skin..."
Nakago took Tamahome's hand and pressed something in his palm,
closing
his fingers around it.
"For you," he said with a quick wink, then he swept out of the
store.
Tamahome slowly opened his hand and stared at the little Hershey's
Kiss Nakago had put there.
*Sigh. Now both Miaka and Nakago have given me chocolates.
What'll I
do?*
Then someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Tamahome."
"Hmm? Amiboshi?"
The young man smiled at him. "Would you and Miaka be interested
in a
little dinner get together tonight?"
"I dunno. She's kinda... mad," he whispered.
Amiboshi frowned. "Tell her Yui is going too, then she'll go! I
have
to get going now, see you tonight!"
*** *** ***
The rest of the Suzaku Seishi (minus Hotohori) were gathered in
Miaka's
apartment. But Keisuke had to play host, since Miaka had locked
herself in her room and refused to come out. A mysterious package
had
just arrived, with nothing marking it other than a tiny card and
the
name "Nuriko" scrawled on it.
"From... Ashitare?" Nuriko said in surprise as he read the little
card
attached to the box. "Wonder what's in here?"
"Probably a flare," guessed Tasuki, gesturing at the little pink
box
in Nuriko's hands.
Keisuke eyed him. "Better not be. My mom's not going to be happy
if
you blow up our apartment," he said, gesturing around at his home.
"Maybe he's trying to apologize for killing you, no da," said
Chichiri.
"Nuriko, be careful..." piped in Chiriko as Nuriko began to unwrap
the
package. Slowly, he pulled off the lid and pushed aside the dark
red
tissue paper.
"Let's see... UWWAAHHHH!!!" he screamed, throwing the box down and
scrambling back behind Mitsukake.
"What is it, Nuriko?" asked Tasuki.
"Hea... hear... heart," Nuriko panted.
Tasuki, Chiriko and Chichiri all popped off the sofa to look into
the
box. In the middle of the all the frilly wrappings lay a human
heart.
"Ewww... gross!" said Tasuki. "What a freak."
"Ne, I think it's actually a good thing." Everyone turned to look
at
Chiriko.
"Chiriko..."
The boy smiled. "It's Ashitare, remember? Would you expect any
less
from him? The thought was there, but he kinda missed the mark."
"So now I have to repay him? No way! And what would YOU do if
Miboshi decided to 'think' about you?" Chiriko shuddered.
Tasuki grinned, showing his fangs. "So now what do we do with
it?" he
asked, gesturing at the box.
No one answered. The silence was overwhelming. Crickets were
chirp... urk! You get the picture.
"So, um, Nuriko, what happened to Hotohori?" Keisuke asked
nervously,
glad that he didn't have to explain all of this to his mother.
Nuriko suddenly grinned. "Aheheheh. You'll see." Nuriko's mad
laughter was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. Keisuke
opened it to see Amiboshi standing there.
"Ah, Amiboshi. Come on in."
He shook his head. "Thank you, but I don't have time. You're all
invited to a Valentine's Day dinner tonight," he said.
"Is Ashitare going to be there?" Nuriko asked suspiciously.
"Maybe. See you later!" said Amiboshi, and he left.
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Meanwhile in another subplot...
Yui and Suboshi were walking hand in hand through a park. He had
already heaped boxes upon boxes of candies on her, dozens of
flowers,
cards, even a necklace and a little stuffed dragon. But then
again,
he had to beat out Tetsuya's midnight seranade effort WITHOUT
resorting to tearing the guy's vocal cords out - what else could
he do
but woo her with all the commercialism that surrounded Valentine's
Day?
She seemed happy enough, humming her theme song to herself.
Suboshi
sweattled and wrung his hands nervously as he tried to decide what
he
should say to her next. "Yui-sama... are you tired? Please, sit
down," he said, gesturing at a park bench.
"Um, okay." She sat down and Suboshi sat down too, but on the
opposite end of the bench. A few minutes ticked by slowly, and
Suboshi
began to inch over on the seat.
*A little closer, a little closer...* he kept saying to himself.
His
hand began to crawl towards Yui's shoulder on it's own accord.
"Suboshi!"
"Yarrgghhh!" Suboshi jumped up, his cheeks flushed. "Aniki, what
are
you doing here?" Yui looked up at Amiboshi too.
"Gomen, niichan. Would the two of you please attend my
Valentine's
Day dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," Suboshi said quickly, then he gave his brother the
LOOK.
Amiboshi blinked, then smiled and said, "I'll see you tonight
then."
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Elsewhere, a crowd of screaming girls ran through an alleyway.
"He came this way; I saw him!" one girl yelled.
Another nodded in agreement. "He couldn't have gotten far!" They
looked around, then motioned to the others.
"He's probably over there," said the first girl, and the little
herd
ran off.
Hotohori cautiously peered around the corner of the trash can he
was
hiding behind. *Whew, they're gone. Well, I do have that effect
on
women. But how undignified of me... having to hide behind trash,
away
from the adoration of so many ladies! Sigh...*
"When I find out who told them about my trip to the beauty salon,
I'll...! Nu...RIKO!!" He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist
as
it dawned on him, a little SD vision of Nuriko prancing through
his
mind.
He froze as he heard a few female voices saying, "Excuse me?
Young
man, did you see a really stunning guy come through here? He had
long
brown hair and he sparkled...?"
"Sorry, but no."
The girls sighed and moved on. Hotohori peeked over the trash can
to
see Amiboshi walking towards him, a half smile touching his lips.
"Hotohori-sama, would you come to the Valentine's Day dinner I'm
hosting tonight."
Hotohori tossed his hair over his shoulder. "I am grateful for
what
you did. Certainly, you can expect me to grace your dinner party
with
my presence."
"Er, yeah. Thank you, Hotohori-sama."
*** *** ***
Back at Yui's home, the Seiryuu Seishi (minus our little cupid -
Amiboshi, Mr. Romeo - Suboshi, and Soi, who's locked herself away
in
her room) sat around, bored. Miboshi finally got frustrated and
decided to take Ashitare out for a walk (can you see the headlines
in
the tabloids? Little Demon Brat walks pet Wolfman!), leaving Tomo
and
Nakago... alone.
Tomo looked back at the door to Soi's room, then, satisfied that
she
wasn't going to come out, pulled out his little clam and turned
the
room into an imaginary "love hotel."
Nakago just sat there, arms folded, as Tomo dimmed the lights and
leaned closer to him.
"Nakago, forget about her. It is I, Tomo, who has always loved
you."
He put his hand on Nakago's knee and cackled.
"Tomo. I hate your laugh. It has annoyed me through the entire
series. And only one man can satisfy me...; and it is not you."
"Eh?" SD Tomo could only choke on his words of love. "Who?" he
managed to croak.
"Tamahome."
By the time Amiboshi got back, Tomo was lying twitching on the
ground,
Nakago and Soi had patched things up and were amusing themselves
by
whipping Ashitare, and Miboshi was doing interviews for the
National
Enquirer.
"So, how did it go?" asked Soi from her perch on Nakago's lap.
His eyes lit up. "I think everyone will be going tonight."
*** *** ***
So the highly anticipated night finally fell, and the various
seishi, mikos,
and relatives-of-mikos assembled themselves at the location
Amiboshi had
chosen.
"Hey, this isn't a restaurant," said Miaka. "It's a karaoke
bar!!" Her
stomach growled. "I'm hungry," she whimpered.
Then Amiboshi stuck his head out the door and grinned. "Hey,
everyone came!
Come on in!"
"Where's the food?!" Miaka asked, her twisted face inches away
from
Amiboshi's. The young musician recoiled in fear.
"Miaka-san, you're... scary." Amiboshi sighed and said, "I did
get some food
though, so don't worry."
Miaka relaxed and her face went back to normal. The seishi
stuffed themselves
through the door ("Hey, watch it fang boy!" "Na... Nakago... why
are you
touching me?" "Please don't eat me Ashitare, I'm just a little
kid!"
"Nakago, how can you put your hands all over Tamahome when I'm
right here?!
Wahhhh!!!!" "Yui-sama... I love..." "Tomo, you pervert - Nakago
is mine!")
After much arguing, they made their way into a private room,
decorated with
golden birds and dragons.
"Food, food..."
Amiboshi smiled and motioned to the table at the side. Drooling,
Miaka ran
over and began shoving everything in her mouth.
"Argh! She'll eat everything!" Tamahome, Hotohori, Nuriko, and
all the other
Suzakus ran forth, trying to tear the ravenous Miaka off the food.
But their
efforts were not enough, and in the end they resigned themselves
to starving
for the evening. At least Tomo brought some chocolates (shaped
like little
clam shells) and shared them with the Seiryuus, but the Suzakus
were forced
to drooling over the empty plates left by Hurricane Miaka. Empty
stomachs
plus a lot of sake got everyone up to sing the Fushigi Yuugi
opening song,
badly off key. Nuriko made a pass at Hotohori (both of them so
drunk they
thought the other was a girl), Tamahome was ignored by Miaka (she
ate the
entire evening), Yui beat up Suboshi (just to do it), Tomo and Soi
fought over
Nakago (who was looking at Tamahome with misty eyes)... a
wonderful time was
had by all. And so one by one, the highly intoxicated seishi
passed out,
falling asleep on top of each other. Nuriko was asleep on
Hotohori's lap,
Keisuke was passed out on Tamahome, who was drooling on Nakago's
chest; Soi
and Tomo had passed out next to each other after arguing the
entire time.
The entire room was unconscious, all except Miaka, who was still
eating, and
Amiboshi, who was playing the flute.
After she polished off the last plate of food (without gaining a
pound,
bleah!), she poked Tamahome in the shoulder until he woke up, then
said,"Ne,
Tamahome. Where's my chocolates?"
Tamahome looked at her with bleary eyes. "Uh?"
"Ta... Tamahome no baka!" she yelled, and sent him into orbit with
an
uppercut.
"Aiya!!!! Gomen nasai!!!" he yelped as he was sent flying.
"Miaka-san, here." A box was suddenly dropped into Miaka's lap.
She looked
up to see Amiboshi.
"Nani?"
"Happy Valentine's Day!" he said, and left the room.
She unwrapped the box and opened it to find a pound of chocolate.
The card
inside said, "Ai shiteru, Miaka - from Tamahome." She was so
happy that she
didn't notice the card was in Amiboshi's writing.
Miaka's eyes sparkled. She thought, "Tamahome DID remember..."
"Tamahome, I
love you!" she yelled to the room.
*** *** ***
On top of the roof, Amiboshi watched as Tamahome orbited the moon.
He
raised his flute to his lips, paused, smiled, and said to himself,
"Well, it
was the least I could do..."
*** *** ***
THE END!!
Author's notes: This was just a silly story making fun of all the
relationships in the story. Please don't send me hate mail about
Nakago's sexual preferences - I love the guy, remember?
HEY! (Blatent plug) If you have a webpage showing anyone evil
(any Seiryuu
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Bishonen no Miko, August 4, 1997