The Other Seishi (Part 1)

The seven Seishi stood in the doorway peeking into the room, assorted looks of shock, dismay and outright disgust reflected on each face as they looked across the room at what had been their Miko, who was at that moment laying on the bed, wrapped around the rather well built made example of masculinity.

"Damn, we're screwed" a short spikey haired Seishi muttered.

"Actually, she is," came from a tall Seishi whose entire form was covered in head to toe by a flowing black cloak.

"That's MY boyfriend!" a third Seishi dressed in a elaborate Japanese Kimono seemed ready to jump across the room and attack the oblivious pair, who were still sleeping.

"You mean he was your boyfriend." The tall Seishi seemed to take a great deal of pleasure saying that. The other woman attacked, intent on scratching her eyes out, but the other Seishi merely held her off by bracing a hand on her forehead.

"Rachael, Delilah, enough, we need to figure out what to do." The spikey haired Seishi rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, her staff jingling merrily in contrast to the lost looks on the others faces.

"Isn't it obvious? We don't have a Miko anymore, that means we aren't Seishi and so we don't have to try to summon whoever the heck we were supposed to summon. You guys can do whatever you want to, I'm going home." The small, delicate looking Seishi clad in a pale pink sweater and designer jeans shoved her shiny blond hair out of her face and started to head down the hall way and out of the inn, only to be stopped by the tall Seishi's sword.

"Who says we need that particular Miko to be Seishi? I say we dump the bimbo and find another Miko, and this time we get to choose."

The blond reluctantly allowed herself to be shoved back with the others, making one last remark before slouching against the wall and lapsing into silence. "Oh yeah, I see it now, all of us walking down the street jumping on innocent people yelling 'hey are you a virgin, wanna be our Miko, our last one got laid last night.' "

"Umm... actually Rach, I hate to say this, but Elizabeth kinda has a point, I don't think we can just go out and pick someone off the streets and make them our Miko." The spikey haired Seishi raised an eyebrow and watched with interest as Rachael shoved the hood of her cloak off her head and made a 'I'm dealing with moron's face. "Really? We can't? Well, damn, I was really hoping one would just come waltzing in and save us.... Of course we aren't just gonna go out and get one you nitwit! We're gonna have to do a little searching and hope that whoever we're trying to summon is gonna ship her to us!" With that said, she pulled up her hood and headed out the door, not waiting to see if the others followed. Which of course they did, some more reluctantly than others, but since they were being pulled along by the other Seishi, they didn't have much of a choice.

All seven women headed out of the inn, leaving their ex-Miko behind. As they saddled up their horses, one of the Seishi, brown haired shy little mouse, quietly walked up to the spikey haired Seishi and tugged on the sleeve of her oversized baggy white shirt. "Kelly, how are we going to find a new Miko, I thought we were only supposed to have one?"

Kelly finished strapping her packs onto the horse and smiled, "Have you lost your mark yet?"

"Well, no but-"

"Then we're still Seishi, all we need is to wait until someone else from the other universe gets sent here, and grab 'em." The brown haired Seishi nodded, her grey eyes solemn and serious, then went to finish her own packing.

When all the horses were saddled and everyone had mounted Rachael took the lead with a "Come on all you slowpokes, last one to the city is a Seiryuu Seishi!"