Disclaimer:  The characters from Fushigi Yuugi are the creations and property of Yuu Watase and related enterprises. The characters from Inu-Yasha are the creations and property of Rumiko Takahashi and related enterprises. I do not own them and do not make any profit from this fiction except for my own enjoyment in spending time with them.
    On the other hand, the original characters Mom and Dad are my original creations and they belong to me. As do other assorted family members. As for the reviewers and fanfic authors in this fic - they belong to themselves! But I get to “borrow” them for the duration of this fic - a fact that they will regret very, very much in this chapter. (evil, gleeful cackle)

Warning:   Implied sexual situations, implied shounen ai, implied shoujo ai, implied good taste when it’s actually bad...

Musical selection:  “19-2000” by the Gorillaz on their compilation CD "Gorillaz",  copyright 2002 EMI Records, Ltd.


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Chapter 8.   Pride and Plagiarism



Part A.   The Poster Girl for the Anti-Exercise Campaign

 

Roku and her sisters stand transfixed in horror, staring at their onstage doppelgangers. Meanwhile, Tasuki is moving his hands up and down his new body, then tentatively stops at the front of his jeans.

Tasuki:   (in a desolate wail) Ohhhhhhhhhh, noooooooooooo!!

This causes Hotohori to finally lose it, and he bursts into tears. To add injury to insult, The Slipper comes winging out of the darkness and raps Tasuki across his knuckles.

Tasuki:    Ouch! Fuck!! Owwwwwwww!!
Mom:   (shaking a finger at him) You itsa not touch yourself there!! I not raise my daughters to act like that!!
Tasuki:   (pissed) I ain’t your fuckin’ daughter, got it?
Mom:   (shocked, drawing in a long deep breath) Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Roku finally snaps out of her state of shock, recognizing the precursor to the Armageddon Slipper Attack of Utter Annihilation.

Roku:   (screaming into her headset) Kryssa!! Hic!! Drop the curtain, DROP THE CURTAIN!!! HIC!!

The curtain comes sailing down, its bottom edge descending just in time to deflect five Slippers, all ballistically aimed at Tasuki. Roku nearly collapses in relief, knowing that this would have taken out her lead actor for the rest of the play - and possibly the rest of the year.

Kryssa:   (over the radio headset) Damn!! Where did she get five of them??!! I thought slippers only came in pairs!
Roku:   Hic! Trust me, Kris - she has an infinite supply of Slippers. I gave up -hic- on trying to figure out the limitations of her Slipper supply while I was still a kid! Hic! By the way, I owe ya one!
Kryssa:  Yeah, well, just keep that in mind the next time you get the urge to play with my magician!
Roku:   (tapping her headset) Sorry - you’re breaking up, Kris, hic!... I couldn’t quite catch, hic, what you said there...
Kryssa:   (pissed) Wench!! Just you wait!!

Roku grins, then strides onstage, Chichiri’s Girl and the Vampire Princess accompanying her. While Roku joins Mitsukake to exchange ideas (and take a closer look at “herself”), Chichiri’s Girl pushes past her and strides up to her double, grabbing him and giving him a good shake.

Chichiri's Girl:   Thanks one fuckin’ hell of a lot for that one, Fang-Boy!! Now I’m in serious shit with my mother, thanks to you and your fuckin’ Madonna imitations!!
Tasuki:   (pulling out of her grasp) Fuck off! You woulda done the same thing if you just lost your three best friends!
Vampire Princess:   (smug) You know, CG, I’m getting this weird feeling of satisfaction at seeing you get in trouble because of somebody else’s stunts - it always worked the other way around when we were kids.
Chichiri's Girl:   Screw you, wench!

Tasuki gets bored with the sisterly spat and wanders towards the throne to see how Hotohori's doing - and to deliberately avoid Miaka, who has been waiting in the wings with Chiriko for their entrance at the end of the "Apology" scene.

Vampire Princess:   (smirking at the sight of the two seishi together) Hah, wench! Take a look at that! You always used to make fun of my butt, but now look at you - yours is every bit as big as mine!! (chanting) Destiny, Destiny… There's no escaping Destiny!!
Chichiri's Girl:   Fuck you, wench! At least I don't have the rippled version!!
Hotohori:   (looking behind himself in horror) Rippled??!!!
Chichiri's Girl:   Yeah - 'cause you'd see pigs fly before you ever catch her doing any exercise!!
Vampire Princess:   What the fuck are you talking about? You haven't exactly been Miss Health-and-Fitness since you moved down South! All you do is drink sweet tea and lay around the racquet club pool!!
Tasuki:   Hey!! If I'm getting stuck with this body, it's going to be working out big time for sure! And the first thing I'm gonna do is get a better bra!!
Chichiri's Girl:   (glaring at her alter-ego) Fuck you, too!
Tasuki:   In your dreams! I thought you were hot for Chichiri, anyway…
Chichiri's Girl:   Don't flatter yourself, Fang-Boy - I got no interest in you!
Vampire Princess:   Oh, yeah? Then how come all you do at the Racquet club pool is check out the teenage Tasuki-look-alike as he goes off the high dive with his little pack of bandit boys?!
Chichiri's Girl:   (blushing) That's… that's just to help out Roku, in case she wants to re-cast this play!!
Tasuki:   Hey!!! She's got me, she don't need no wussy little baby boy!
Chichiri's Girl:   Well, from what I can tell, he has more balls than you, little girrrrllllll.
Tasuki:   Fuck you, wench! This condition's only temporary, right, Roku??!!

He looks anxiously at the Director, who is holding her hands up to her forehead. Next to her, her look-alike is doing the same thing.

Roku:   Do you think that we could stop the hair-pulling for ONE MINUTE, hic! and give me the space I need to correct this situation??!! HIC!!
Mitsukake:   (sarcastic) Yes, if it wouldn't be too terribly hard on you people, would you SHUT UP and let her think this through??!!

Tasuki:   This is eerie - I never noticed before how much those two really are alike! (looks at his emperor, who is weeping softly on his throne) Hey, Hotohori - don't take it so bad. Roku's gonna fix everything. And if she can't, I'll take ya to this health club, and we'll both get rid of this excess poundage!
Chichiri's Girl and Vampire Princess:   Hey!!!
Chichiri's Girl:   Anyway, that body will keel over dead of shock if you try to get it to walk through the health club doors.

Hotohori bursts into a fresh round of tears.

Hotohori:   I never thought I'd say this, but - (wails) I wish I was still a kitsune!!!

Vampire Princess:   You know, CG, you got no room to talk! Who was the one that Mom bought the house dress for, hmmmm?
Chichiri's Girl:   Shut up! I don't have any control over what she buys for me!
Tasuki:   (incredulous) You mean that your mother still dresses you at your age?!

All three sisters mutter and kick at the floor.

Tasuki:   Well, at least that finally explains Roku's wardrobe…
Roku:   Hey, hic!! I can still kick your ass, Fang-boy -hic! - especially now, since CG can tell you that I kick hers on a regular basis!
Vampire Princess:   That's the truth. But you see, Roku works out at least four times a week.
Chichiri's Girl:   Then how come she has the biggest ass of all of us?!
Roku and Mitsukake:   Hey!!!!
Chichiri's Girl:   Yeah, she could be the poster girl for the Anti-Exercise campaign!! (assumes a deep serious tone) Yes, ladies - you can do martial arts, Nordic Trak, weight lifting, and neighborhood jogging - and still be unable to get rid of an ass the size of Minnesota. So don't bother, ladies - exercise won't help!
Roku:   (enraged) That's it!!!

She jumps at her sister, who runs around behind Tasuki. Roku gets confused, so she jumps both of them, and soon there is a shrieking pile composed of one Roku and two Chichiri's Girls rolling around the stage. As the violence increases, the noise level brings the rest of the seishi running.

Tamahome:   (confused) What the hell is going on here??!!

He looks out from the wings and sees two versions of each sister onstage.

Tamahome:  (turning pale)  Oh my God - they're multiplying!!

Chichiri comes up beside him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Chichiri:   No, I suspect that this is the work of Shin again. We'd better sort this out. Go out there and break it up, Tamahome.
Tamahome:  Uh-uh, no way. I'm not going out there - you go out there!!
Chichiri:   I'm not going - there are two CGs out there! You go!!!
Tamahome:   No, you!!
Chichiri:   No, you!!
Tamahome:   No, you!!
Chichiri:   No, you!!
Nuriko:   (wearily) Maaaa-taku. I'll go out there, all right, you sissy boys?

He strides out to the brawl and begins pulling the combatants apart, tossing each one to a separate corner of the stage. They get to their feet angrily but back down when he powers up his gauntlets and flexes his arms.

Nuriko:   I can take you all on, all at once if you want! So you can either settle down - or come here to get your ass kicked!

He turns to Mitsukake.

Nuriko:   So, Roku-chan, tell me what happened here.
Mitsukake:   I'm not Roku - I'm Mitsukake.
Nuriko:   (staring at him in shock) Damn! This is one hell of a come-down for you, eh, Mits?!
Mitsukake:   Tell me about it! Now I've got a munchkin's-eye view of the world - and I don't much care for it!
Roku:   (from her corner)  Hey!!!
Mitsukake:   At least I'm a lot less traumatized than Hotohori - just look at him!
Nuriko:   (sucking in his breath) Hotohori-samaaaaaaaa…

He walks over to his lover, who is huddled on his throne, refusing to meet Nuriko's eyes. Nuriko sighs, then moves up and takes Hotohori's hand.

Nuriko:   (very gently) Now, Hotohori-sama, we've been through all this already. You know that it makes no difference to me how you look - so stop being so sad.

Hotohori finally raises his eyes to Nuriko's and gives him a tremulous smile.

Hotohori:   But I've changed sex this time…
Nuriko:   Like I've always said - love shouldn't be restricted by gender roles. And my love for you will never change, no matter how much your appearance may alter…

The rest of the onstage cast and crew:   Awwwwwwwwwwww…

Nuriko and Hotohori flush in embarrassment. Nuriko then takes his lover's arm.

Nuriko:   Let's go somewhere a little more private. (calling out to Roku-chan) Okay if we take five?

Roku:   Yeah, hic. Makes no difference until I -hic- solve this problem. (raising her voice) Everybody take five, okay? But stay within shouting distance, hic!!

Nuriko and Hotohori leave the stage, while the other seishi hang around, chatting quietly with each other. Roku-chan sits down on the floor, disconsolately cradling her chin in her hand while hiccuping softly. Chichiri and Tamahome approach her.

Chichiri:   (softly) Are you all right, Roku?
Roku:   Yeah… hic. (sighing) It's just that I hafta keep bringing the curtain down, and I don't know how much longer the audience is gonna put up with this before they walk out. (hiccups glumly) And then the play will be a flop, and good-bye, life savings… Hic!! (smiles up at the guys) Let's just hope that the fangirls hang in there in hopes of seeing more of their favorite bishies!
Tamahome:   (slamming his fist into his hand) That's it!!

Chichiri and Roku jump.

Tamahome:   Sorry, guys. But I just got the most brilliant idea of how to keep most of the audience members entertained - and raise some serious okane at the same time!

Roku-chan raises her eyebrows at Chichiri, who shakes his head imperceptibly. She sighs again.

Roku:   Thanks, Tama-sweetheart. Hic! But after the popcorn fiasco, I'm not anxious -hic- to put you in harm's way again…
Tamahome:   (still enthusiastic) Don't worry, Roku-chan! This is a "Can't Fail" business venture! (smiles ingratiatingly) But I'll need Chichiri's help…
Roku:   (perking up) Well, as long as Chichiri's with you, you should be able to avoid personal injury, hic…

She turns puppy eyes on the magician, who is looking frankly skeptical. Tamahome does the puppy eyes, too, and finally Chichiri gives in.

Chichiri:   (wearily) Daaaaaaa, no da.
Roku:   So are you gonna -hic- fill me in on the big plan, Boy Blue?
Tamahome:   (smirking happily) Nope! It's a surprise! You'll just have to wait and see! (frowns a moment) Ummmm, I have to take care of some… personal concerns first. But I'll meet up with you in the lobby in a couple of minutes, okay, 'Chiri? (runs off)
Chichiri:   Fine. (turns as he's walking out, and looks back at Roku-chan) If this blows up in my face, you're going to owe me big time!
Roku:   (blowing him a kiss) Just name your price! Hic!!

Chichiri laughs and walks out.


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Part B.   Another case of mistaken identity…


Shortly thereafter, Tasuki walks off into the stage left wings - and comes face-to-face with Miaka. He flushes uncomfortably.

Miaka:   (hesitant) It’s you, right?
Tasuki:   (looking down) Yeah...

He suddenly assumes a cocky grin - but can’t hide the pain in his eyes.

Tasuki:   (with false cheeriness) Hey, I just keep gettin’ better-lookin’ all the time! Don’t know how the girls can resist me!
Miaka:  (softly) I know I can’t...
Tasuki:  (suddenly bitter) Oh yes, you can... I mean, I'm hardly your first choice, am I?
Miaka:   (eyes filling with tears) Tasuki, listen...
Tasuki:   Ya know somethin’? I gotta go to the can. See ya around.

He strides off towards the men’s room, leaving her blinking back her tears. He pushes through the door angrily - and almost runs straight into Tamahome, just rezipping his jeans.

Tamahome:  (shocked) CG!! You’re not supposed to be in here!
Tasuki:  (pushing past him into a stall) I ain’t CG, remember, Rocket Scientist? (sound of jeans unzipping) Goddammit!! How the fuck do girls aim, anyway?
Tamahome:  I don’t think they do. You’ve got to sit down, Tasuki.
Tasuki:   (from behind the door) Oh, all right! Fuck!
Tamahome:  Listen, Tasuki, I’ve got a question to ask you...
Tasuki:   You can fuckin’ forget it! I got no intention of exploring this female anatomy - I’m just takin’ a piss, then gettin’ the fuck outta here, touchin’ as little as possible!!
Tamahome:   No, no, no... it’s not about that.

The toilet flushes, and Tasuki strides past him to the sink. He looks into the mirror while washing his hands - and catches Tamahome frowning at the floor.

Tasuki:  (suddenly realizing that Tamahome is out of sorts) You okay, Obake-chan? You don’t seem like yourself... (frowns) For one thing, you ain’t makin’ fun of me, pissin' me off...
Tamahome:  (sighing) Does Miaka seem... different to you tonight?
Tasuki:   (brown eyes widening) Different?! In what way?!
Tamahome:  I don’t know... distracted, as if she’s not really here. (sighs again)
Tasuki:   (stammering) Welllllll, she’s pretty focused on the play - hell, we all are. Especially with all the shit that Roku’s subconscious keeps throwin’ at us... (indicates his new female form)
Tamahome:   Yeah, that’s probably it. (looks down at Tasuki, who is now about nine inches shorter than him) Come to think of it, you don’t seem like yourself, either...
Tasuki:   (snorting) No shit, Sherlock - give the genius a prize. (finger-combing his dark hair, trying to pull the unruly waves into some kind of order)
Tamahome:   No, I mean that you seem kind of moody, withdrawn… for you, anyway.
Tasuki:   (guiltily) Just got a headache - all this shape-changin' or somethin'…
Tamahome:   (gloomily) Yeah, that's what Miaka said before…
Tasuki:   (perking up) Before?
Tamahome:   Yeah… We went back to my room after your big fight with Inu-Yasha… but she said that she didn’t feel well…
Tasuki:   (surprised and pleased) That's great!

Tamahome fixes him with a shocked stare.

Tamahome:   Great?!!
Tasuki:   (stammering) I mean… now you know what's wrong with her. She feels sick! (trying to achieve a flippant tone) Probably this damn bug that's going around - everybody I know is either sniffling or coughing…
Tamahome:   (visibly relaxing) You're probably right, Tasuki. I think I read too much into stuff. (punching him in the arm affectionately) You're a real pal, you know that? (grins and strolls out of the bathroom)

Tasuki stands dumbfounded for a moment… then turns and stares into the mirror.

Tasuki:   (glaring at his unfamiliar reflection) Fuckin' emotional roller coaster. First I feel like shit… then I feel great… now I feel like shit again… (sighs and leaves the bathroom)

He walks to the stage wings, hoping to find Miaka - or maybe talk with Roku-chan. He's partially in luck - Miaka is nowhere in sight, but Roku-chan is there - two of her, in fact, along with his own double, Chichiri's Girl. There's only one Vampire Princess, though, since her double went back to Nuriko's dressing room to rest and soothe his nerves. Sorceress is also part of the crew… and Kei-chan arrives almost at the same time, grinning cheerily.

Roku:   (happily) Kei-chan!! Hic!! Any news?
Kei-chan:   Sorry, Roku… I'm pretty sure that Tomo told me everything he knows about Shin, but he's really stumped about this situation.
Roku:   Damn! Hic…
Chichiri's Girl:   This is bad!! So why are you grinning, Kei-chan? (suddenly smirking) Didja have fun getting the info outta him?
Kei-chan:   (raising her eyebrows innocently) What do you mean? I didn't hurt him… (grins) …much.
Chichiri's Girl:   Whoo-hoo! (high-fives Kei-chan)
Tasuki:   (shuddering) You two are scarin' me. Not that I don't think that asshole deserves whatever shit ya dish out - but the way you girls are enjoyin' this creeps me out!
Chichiri's Girl:   (sympathetically) Must be rough to have no balls, eh, Tasuki?
Tasuki:   (pissed off) Fuck you!!
Vampire Princess:   Come on, you two. Roku doesn't need another catfight right now.
Mitsukake:   You know, Roku, maybe we're approaching this situation the wrong way. When I have a patient with an unexplained fever and I can't determine the cause, I still go ahead and treat the symptoms…
Roku:   (brightening) You're right, Mits, hic! Why didn't I think of that? I'm supposed to be the -hic- researcher around here!
Tasuki:   What are ya talkin' about?
Sorceress:   I think they mean to try to stop the illusions - by treating the hiccups! (nods as they glance at her) Yes, I know - Go get some water, Sorceress! I'm going already!
Roku:   (guiltily) You know, I do make her do all the -hic- grunt work.

Sorceress returns with the glass of water. Everyone gathers around Roku-chan.

Kei-chan:   I think you're supposed to take one big swallow, then hold your breath till your ears pop.
Chichiri's Girl:   No, I think she's supposed to shove a spoonful of sugar in her mouth, then wash it down with the water.
Sorceress:   Isn't she supposed to take nine small swallows while holding her breath?
Tasuki:   Yeah, but she's supposed to take the sips upside down…
Everyone:   Upside down?
Chichiri's Girl:   How the fuck are we gonna hold the glass upside down without spilling the water?
Tasuki:   No, we turn Roku upside down and make her drink it that way.
Roku:   Now wait a minute, here - hic!
Mitsukake:   (musing) Well, as long as it exerts pressure on her diaphragm, it should work…
Roku:   (pissed) Ain't nobody turning me upside down, hic!, while talking about my diaphragm - Whoop!

She shouts in alarm as Tasuki and Mitsukake grab her and flip her upside down. The Vampire Princess crouches near her with the glass.

Vampire Princess:  Now open up and try to drink.
Roku:   No!! Hic!
Vampire Princess:   Okay, act like a baby, and I'm going to treat you like a baby. (pinches her nose shut)
Roku:   (dropping her mouth open) Gaaahhhhh!!

The Vampire Princess pours the water into her mouth. Roku immediately begins choking.

Vampire Princess:   Now swallow!

Roku tries to swallow while upside down - and nearly succeeds in drowning herself. She gives some gargling chokes, then goes limp. Mitsukake becomes alarmed.

Mitsukake:   Bring her up, Tasuki!

They flip her over - and Roku immediately becomes the Human Fountain, spraying water all over Tasuki and company.

Tasuki:   (brushing disgustedly at his green breeches) Fuck!! I'm all wet! (suddenly notices that he's in his original clothes - and form) Hey!! It worked!!
Roku:   (gasping) Fucking wonderful! Listen, next time, why dontcha just take me out in the alley and shoot me? I bet that'd get rid of the illusions, too!
Chichiri's Girl:   Oh, quit whining and get back to work! It's time we brought the curtain back up!
Tasuki:   (pissed) Well, I'm not goin' out there with wet pants!
Roku:   Tasuki, that's your only pair of green breeches. Tell you what - we'll dry you real quick with a blow dryer. Do you have one?
Tasuki:   Yeah, in my dressing room.
Roku:   Sorcie, could you...? No, CG, you go get it instead!
Chichiri's Girl:   That's right, push around the little sister, as always!
Roku:   Just shut up and go! We're running outta time.

Chichiri's Girl takes off grumbling to the dressing rooms. She successfully retrieves Tasuki's blow dryer and is just leaving his dressing room when she runs into Miaka.

Chichiri's Girl:   (startled) Oh, hi! I was just leaving…
Miaka:   (determined) No, wait a minute. I have to talk to you.

Miaka pushes her back into the room and closes the door.

Chichiri's Girl:   (confused) Well, okay - but make it quick, 'cause they're waitin' for me backstage.
Miaka:   (looks hurt) I guess I deserved that. Fine, then I'll make it quick. I want to explain about me and Tamahome…
Chichiri's Girl:   (jittering) Do we have to talk about this now? Anyway, I don't think it's any of my business what you and Tamahome do…
Miaka:   (flinching) Yes, it is. (puts her hand on CG's arm) I know that I hurt you before and I'm sorry…
Chichiri's Girl:   (completely confused) Look, I don't know what you're talking about...
Miaka:   You don't need to put on this act with me. (swallows) You may think that I don't care, that you're just a convenience to me…
Chichiri's Girl:   (getting nervous) Look, it's getting a little hot in here. Why don't we talk while we walk? (tries to edge towards the door.)
Miaka:   (blocking her way) No, I'm not letting you run away from this. It took all of my courage to face you, and I'm going to say what I came here to say! (getting herself back under control) I'm sorry that I sound so… confused, but the thing is that… well, I'm just as confused as I sound. But the one thing I'm certain of is that I have feelings for you… and I think I've felt this way for a long time. I just didn't want to face it before.
Chichiri's Girl:   (turning pale) Do you mean… romantic feelings?!
Miaka:   (looking down) Of course.
Chichiri's Girl:   (at a loss) Uhhhhhhhhhh… (flustered, but trying to be kind) Look, Miaka, you're a beautiful, kind and wonderful woman - and I'm highly flattered, but… (in a rush) you see, I'm interested in someone else.
Miaka:   (pales) Someone else?
Chichiri's Girl:   Yeah. (gets dreamy-eyed) Someone tall, blue and handsome! With magic to spare!
Miaka:   You can't be serious! I thought that… that those were just stupid rumors people made up about you!
Chichiri's Girl:   No, it's the God's honest truth. I can't get enough of my magic man!
Miaka:   Then everything between you and me was just…?
Chichiri's Girl:   (completely confused) There never was anything between you and me, Miaka. (feeling guilty) Except for friendship - I hope that this doesn't ruin our friendship…

Miaka's eyes fill with tears, and the young woman turns and rushes out of the dressing room - only to run smack into Tasuki. Tasuki catches her by the shoulders and sees that she's been crying.

Tasuki:   (angry) What the fuck??! (glares at Chichiri's Girl in his room) What the fuck did you do to her?!
Miaka:   (staring at him in shock) Tasuki!! You're… you again!!
Tasuki:   Of course, I'm me! I just came back to see what's takin' CG so fuckin' long to get the blow dryer, and…

Miaka and Chichiri's Girl stare at each other as they realize their mistakes… and burst out laughing.

Miaka, Chichiri's Girl:   Bwahahahahahahaha!!!
Tasuki:   What the fuck is so funny?
Miaka:   (gasping in mirth as she remembers their crossed wires) Stupid rumors!!
Chichiri's Girl:   (on the same track) Magic man!!

They wail until they're both nearly crying, holding onto each other.

Tasuki:   (pissed) Women! I'll never understand 'em!!


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Part C.   How to appease Chichiri fangirls…


Meanwhile, in the lobby, a long line of women winds throughout the open area, circling around the grotesque statues, going past the men's room… and also, surprisingly, bypassing the ladies' room. The women in line murmur excitedly as they approach their destination. A familiar voice rings out.

Tamahome:   Now, ladies, have your money ready - the quicker you pay me, the quicker you get to him! Ten dollars, please - and no pushing!!

He is sitting beneath a hastily scrawled sign that advertises "Chichiri Kissing Booth - Kiss the Monk! Only $10 per Buss!!" Next to him is seated the magician for sale, glumly applying chapstick between each customer.

Tamahome:   All right, next in line, please! (looks up at Chibigreen Tanuki) Hmmmmmm, you seem a little young for kissing. How about a glomp instead?
Chibigreen Tanuki:   Done!! But do I have to pay full price, then?
Tamahome:   (kindly) No, five dollars will do. But we take only silver or gold… no phony paper money!

She gives him five dimes. He stashes it away happily, then pushes her towards Chichiri.

Chichiri:   (frowning) Errrr, Tamahome…
Tamahome:   Yeah, another underage one. Glomp only, 'Chiri.
Chichiri:   I know that! What I meant to tell you was… (gets cut off in midsentence as Chibigreen glomps him hard, forcing the air out of him in a big whoosh)
Chibigreen:   (starry-eyed) Wow! (heads back to the end of the line again)

Chichiri gasps for breath as Tamahome takes another customer. This one is also underage - and pays him five quarters. But when she faces Chichiri, she hangs back shyly.

Shadow Priestess:   Ummmmmm, errrrrrrrrrr…

Chichiri takes pity on her and smiles at her. He takes her hand gently, then leans forward and kisses her on the cheek.

Shadow Priestess:   (swirly eyes) Eeeeeeeeeekkkkk! (runs off shrieking happily)

More women step up, grabbing the monk, kissing him hard or soft according to their preference until he can barely breathe. Finally, he signals a time-out to Tamahome, who is happily counting quarters, nickels and dimes.

Tamahome:   Okay, ladies, there will be a one-minute recess before we resume.

The women groan in protest as Chichiri drags Tamahome to the side.

Tamahome:   Heyyyyyy, check out all the okane, 'Chiri!
Chichiri:   (angry) Listen up, Tamahome. If you're going to pimp me out, then for Suzaku's sake, do it right!! This money is worth almost nothing! From now on, you're taking paper money, got it??!!
Tamahome:   But 'Chiri…
Chichiri;   (roaring) Just DO IT!!
Tamahome:   (grumbling) Fine, fine, have it your way. (under his breath) Yeah, make somebody into a star, and the next thing you know, they go all prima donna on you…

The murmuring of the women has grown louder, so they move back to their designated positions. To their shock, Nakago now stands at the head of the line.

Chichiri:   (turning pale) This is a joke, right?

The shogun smirks evilly and tosses a one-hundred dollar bill in front of Tamahome. Tamahome picks it up, staring at it in disbelief.

Tamahome:   (awestruck) Does this say one hundred dollars??!!
Chichiri:   Now, wait just one minute here, Tamahome. There's no way…!!
Tamahome:   (eyes all sparkly) Do it for Roku, Chichiri. Just close your eyes and think of Konan…

He demonstrates by closing his own eyes. Seizing his opening, Nakago grabs Tamahome and plants a big one on him, thrusting his tongue down Tamahome's throat. The midnight-haired seishi flails his arms to no avail. After several seconds pass, Nakago releases Tamahome, shoving him back into his seat hard.

Nakago:   (evil smirk) Keep the change. (moves off)
Tamahome:    (wiping his mouth with his sleeve) Gack!! Aaacck!! Yucckkkk!! (gasping) Why didn't you help me, Chichiri??!!
Chichiri:   (dryly) I figured that you deserved that one. So did you think of Konan?

The two seishi glare at each other. The murmuring of the women grows louder, so they break off their staring contest and return to work. A few minutes later, Kryssa wanders into the lobby on the way to the bathroom. She stares at the line… and the sign.

Kryssa:   Now wait just one minute here!

She pushes her way to the front of the line - and goes pale.

Kryssa:   So it's true!! (grabs Chichiri by his kesa) First Roku-chan… and now this!! Well, there's only one thing I have to say about that!!

She rises up on her toes, then gently catches Chichiri's mouth with hers. She moves her lips softly against his, coaxing him until he responds, opening his mouth slightly. They gently touch tongues… and then they're lost in their own universe. Chichiri wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer, as Kryssa cups his face in her hands, then runs her fingers through his bangs.
Tamahome taps his foot impatiently.

Tamahome:   Ahem. Hey, you two - there are other customers here, you know… Paying customers!!

Without breaking the kiss, Kryssa reaches her hand into her pocket and shoves her credit card at Tamahome.

Tamahome:   What am I supposed to do with this stupid picture card??!! (gets mad) All right, that's enough now! I'm trying to run a business here!

He steps in and pulls the two apart. Kryssa staggers back swirly-eyed, while Chichiri drops into his seat in a daze. Tamahome has to support Kryssa by gripping her shoulders. Thankfully, he spots Kaze-chan entering the lobby.

Tamahome:   (shoving Kryssa at Kaze-chan) Here! Take your partner back to the booth! She's disrupting my business! (indicates the equally dazed Chichiri) And when she wakes up, tell her that she owes me ten dollars! (thinks a moment) Paper money!! (grins proudly)

Kaze-chan just shakes her head and leads her fellow tech back to the booth.

The line of women continues, but Chichiri is still nonresponsive, staring off into space. Tamahome is irritated by the dissatisfaction of his customers.

Tamahome:   Dammit! See, Chichiri, the line is almost gone. When are you going to wake up?!

He looks up to see the last woman in line. Chichiri's Girl grins back at him, having left the dressing room area just minutes before. She is clutching her tantric sex manual under her arm.

Chichiri's Girl:   Don't worry, Tama - I'll wake him up! (shoves a wad of bills at him) Now be a good boy and go away.

She leaps on Chichiri, and they fall under the table. The monk indeed wakes up, uttering muffled cries. Tamahome peeks around the table at them, then winces.

Tamahome:   Oooh! Owww! Ugh! That looks like… ouch!!

Chichiri's Girl laughs wildly. The monk's muffled protests suddenly turn into moans. Tamahome peeks one more time - then hastily averts his eyes.

Tamahome:   (backing away) Tell you what, Chichiri - I'll meet you later in the greenroom, okay? Okay?!

Grabbing the money, he hastily runs out of the lobby. He fails to notice a small figure in the shadows quietly videotaping the under-the-table action.

Chiriko:   (in a hushed, reverent tone) So that's what tantric sex looks like…


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Part D.    …while taking a little side trip into the Land of Plagiarism…


Roku-chan glances out at the audience filtering back into their seats. They seem content, which makes her very happy - since she's unaware of the price being paid by her magician friend.

Roku:   Wow - whatever Tama's plan was, it seems to have worked! (claps her hands together) Well, let's get the rest of the "Apology" scene underway, so that we can move on to "Flight."

She looks up as Chiriko skids into the backstage area, just in time to make his onstage entrance with Miaka.

Roku:   (smiling fondly) Little Chiri-chan! Always so busy with his "secret projects!"

As the actors repeat the last part of the scene, Roku stretches in contentment.

Roku:   I think that things may actually start going right for once.
Sorceress:  Yes, we’re back on track. And to your credit, your weird little digressions seem to be holding the crowd’s attention. But here’s the thing - we’re not even halfway through the play yet, and we keep falling farther behind! The real question is whether or not the audience will still be as attentive two hours from now!! That’s another story!!
Roku:   (getting tense again) Yeah, it’s another story, all right...

Suddenly she is seized by a violent fit of hiccups, coming so hard and fast that she can hardly catch her breath. Roku-chan turns her eyes to Sorceress in panic as she struggles for breath.

Roku:   Hic!! Hic!! Hic!! Hic!! Hic!! Hic!! Hic!!

Sorceress runs to the stage to get Mitsukake to help Roku-chan - but he and the rest of the cast have vanished into thin air. Sorceress looks around in panic and suddenly hears the roar of a motor. To her considerable shock, a full-sized mauve van skids out onto the stage. The Gorillaz tune 19-2000 is blaring from the van speakers. The audience is riveted by this newest anachronistic development.
Roku-chan has fallen to her knees - but mercifully, the hiccups have backed down to normal levels and she can breathe again. She looks up, blinking back tears of panic, and focuses on the van onstage.

Roku:   Oh, dear God - It’s Another Story!!!

Meanwhile, out in the audience, Ryuen and Purple Mouse have their jaws hanging open in shock. Ryuen is the first to regain control, shutting her mouth with an audible click.

Ryuen:   Errrrrrrr, Mouse-chan... does something about this seem, uh, Iunno, a little familiar to you?
Purple Mouse:   Ehehehehehehe. Ummmmm, maybe just a leeetle bit... Ehehe.
Ryuen:  (confused) Did Roku-chan tell you that she was going to incorporate parts of your fic into “White Stones?”
Purple Mouse:   Not that I remember. (kindly) Of course, I may have missed that e-mail...
Ryuen:   (shaking her head) Doesn’t seem right, somehow. (pales) Not that I mean that Roku plagiarized you or anything!! I just meant that this doesn’t seem to fit into the “White Stones” timeline!
Purple Mouse:   No! No, of course you didn’t mean that! She would never do anything like that... (turns a worried glance towards Ryuen) ...would she?
Ryuen:   (frowning) There’s got to be some logical explanation for this. (sighs) I guess we just have to wait and see, huh?

The two young women turn their eyes to the stage. Not much is happening at the moment - but suddenly, the van engine is turned off, and there is an audible click as the doors unlock.

Miaka and six of her seven seishi pile out, all dressed in modern day "college casual" - Tasuki's version invoking images of Pigpen from "Charlie Brown." They mill around confused for a moment - especially Tamahome, who had been counting money in his dressing room and trying not to think of what was happening to Chichiri.

Tamahome:   What? Where are we?
Miaka:   Did the play change?
Mitsukake:   (bemused) It's getting harder and harder to keep track of my lines - since either the cast or the play keeps changing!
Nuriko:   (looking down at his gray sweatshirt and baggy pants) Hey, I know this!! (grins and links his arm through Hotohori's) This is "Another Story!"
Chiriko:   (now appearing to be around sixteen years old) "Another Story?"
Nuriko:   (giggling happily) Yes! By Mouse-chan - one of my girls!! (grins and waves at Purple Mouse in the audience)

Purple Mouse waves back enthusiastically.

Purple Mouse, Nuriko:    Ehehehehehehehehehe!!!

Tasuki has been pulling disgustedly at his torn, dirty jeans and filthy t-shirt, but looks up at Nuriko's happy shriek. He stomps up to the downstage apron and glares at Purple Mouse and Ryuen, waving a hand angrily at his clothes.

Tasuki:   Just look at this shit!! What the fuck ever made you think that I would choose to wear crap like this? Was I such a scumball in the ShiJinTenChiSho that you think I would dress like this as a college student in the new millennium?!
Purple Mouse:   Ehehehehehe. Errrrrrr...
Tasuki:   Give me a fuckin’ break! Ain’t nobody dressed better than me in the fuckin’ book, not even His Highness, the Prince of Fuckin’ Ducky Shoes!!
Hotohori:   (frowning) Now listen...
Tasuki:   No, you listen!! I don’t see you wearin’ curly-toed ducky shoes around campus. Oh, noooooooooo - you’re in cool designer suits, bein’ all fuckin’ styyyyy-lish! But me - I’m lucky if Mouse lets me attend to basic personal hygiene!!
Tamahome:   (smirking at Mouse-chan) I think you offended his “thenth of fath-ion!”
Tasuki:   (really pissed off) Fuck you, Obake-chan!
Purple Mouse:  (trying to be diplomatic) Well, you see, I kinda see you as being a rebel, Tasuki. So Genrou defies the system by wearing, ya know... grungy clothes.
Tasuki:   (crossing his arms) I got news for you, Mouse... Grunge is OUT! So not only am I filthy - I’m unfashionably filthy!! And speaking of filth - how come I’m the only one who never gets to take a shower?! (does a passable imitation of Inu-Yasha’s “bitchy” tone) Ohhhhhh, we put Ryuuen in the shower for fuckin’ hours... and then it’s Sai’s turn to condition his hair... and we even give fuckin’ Nakago a full hour to clean himself up!! But do I get even a five-minute rendevous with soap and water? - Noooooooooo! Lemme tell ya somethin’ - if I were really that unhygienic, I wouldn’t be allowed in the fuckin’ VAN, brother seishi or not!! They’d be hauling my ass in a damn U-haul behind the van!!
Tamahome:   (enjoying this hugely) Tell you what, Tasuki - I’ll talk Mouse into letting you into the shower with Nakago. That way, you’ll get a full-hour shower, too! Just make sure that you don’t drop the soap!!
Tasuki:   (enraged) Fuck YOU!!!
Tamahome:   (grinning) Well, actually...

Roku jumps in, seeing the night’s biggest brawl about to commence.

Roku:   Tasuki, hic!, you did get to brush your teeth with Miaka just recently in “Yet Another Story.” Hic! (smiles) I love that scene - the seishi and miko brushing teeth together... hic! It’s so cute!

Tasuki is not mollified.

Tasuki:   (still pissed) That’s the one thing I don’t need to clean - my TEETH - since I never use ‘em!! I just swallow all my food fuckin’ WHOLE!!
Purple Mouse:   (sinking down in her seat) Um, err... ehehehehe.
Tasuki:    Yeah, like a fuckin’ pig! Or a snake! Maybe a pig-snake!! (continuing to rant) And it’s no wonder that I don’t wanna taste the stuff, since it’s the worst cheap-shit junk food in the world!  And filled with so many preservatives that I’m gonna live to be fuckin’ FIVE HUNDRED years old - if I don’t choke to death first!!

Seeing Purple Mouse sink even lower in her seat, Ryuen (with one “u”) jumps in to defend her friend.

Ryuen:   Now reeeeeaaally, Tasuki - be fair to Mouse-chan. She does give you most of the best lines in both her stories... (nods twice)

She has succeeded in diverting Tasuki’s attention to herself.

Tasuki:   (suddenly dangerously quiet) Oh, and you, Ryuen... All those wunnnnnn-erful stories about Nuriko and Hotohori, being all heroic and dramatic and sympathetic, and now, even a Chichiri-centered story... Well, you finally decided to turn your talents to a story that’s centered on me. (gets quieter) But I’m not even gonna talk about (suddenly shouting) WHAT’S HAPPENED TO ME IN THAT STORY!!! (panting, trying to get himself back under control) No, I can’t even bring myself to say it - except to say that I’m so goddam flattered that you devoted an entire chapter to describing my close encounter with a CHAMBER POT!!

Ryuen:   (joining Purple Mouse in sinking down in her seat) Eheheheheh.

Tasuki whirls around at the sound of a muffled giggle behind him. Roku tries unsuccessfully to look innocent.

Roku:   cough* Hic! cough* (gasping) Sorry, Tasuki , hic! - it’s just my hiccups, hic! acting up... cough*

Tasuki narrows his eyes at her suspiciously - and Roku loses it.

Roku:    Bwahahahahaha-HIC!! (wailing) I can’t help it - I just love that story, hic!! It’s a scream!!!

Tasuki:   (glaring at her) Traitor!!

Roku:   (defensively) Well, at least I dress you in nice clean guy clothes -hic- in my stories… oops! (grins guiltily and apologetically at Mouse and Ryuen, upon whom Tasuki's wrath is redirected)

Tasuki:   (snarling) Yeah, that's right! If you two don't have me wallowing in filth - ya got me flouncing around in goddamned BALL GOWNS!! What the FUCK??!! I ain't no fuckin' Cinderella here - I don't have to dress in either rags or sequined gowns!!! There's a whole spectrum of nice, clean, MALE clothes that I could be wearin' in your stories - but you two don't seem ta get the fact that I ain't the okama here!!! Why don't you put Nuriko in those fuckin' dresses - he'd enjoy it!!

Purple Mouse:   Ehehehehe. Ummmm, that's the point, Tasuki. You HATE being in drag - that's what makes it so funny. (wilts under his glare) Funny, like in comedy, you know?… eheheheheh.

Tasuki:  (glaring) Comedy?! (pulls out the tessen) How funny would it be if I let out a humorous stream of fire in your direction, eh?!

At this point, Nuriko intervenes, striding up and plucking the tessen from Tasuki’s grip with a quick twist of his wrist.

Tasuki:   Ouch! Fuck!
Nuriko:   Now, you know I’m not going to allow you to do anything to my girls, Gen-chan, so you may as well lighten up!
Tasuki:  Easy for you to say, sissy boy! They ain’t humiliating you in their stories!
Nuriko:   Ahhhh, you’re just being over-sensitive. And you’ve got to admit - Mouse-chan did give you the best singing voice out of us all.
Tasuki:   (finally appeased) Yeah, there is that, I guess...

They are startled by a roar of yet another engine. A dune buggy skids onto the stage, pulling up next to the van. Four two-dimensional figures slouch out of the buggy towards the downstage apron - then suddenly leap off the stage and disappear. Moments later, the orchestra pit floor rises up into view, along with the animated musical act of Murdoc, Noodle, 2D and Russel. They begin driving out the funky/whimsical beat of 19-2000. A hand mike suddenly appears in Tasuki’s fist. Taking his cue, he begins singing the lyrics, with Tamahome, Mitsukake, and Hotohori providing the back-up "Dayyyyy doo-doo-doo bop!”

Tasuki:    The world is spinnin' too fast
                I'm buyin' lead Nike shoes
                To keep myself tethered
                To the days I try to lose

Tamahome, Mitsukake, Hotohori:  (in the background) Dayyyyyy doo-doo-doo Bop!!

Tasuki:    My mama said to slow down
               You must make your own shoes
               Start dancin' to the music
               Of Gorillaz in a happy mood

Tamahome, Mitsukake, Hotohori:   (grooving) Dayyyyyy doo-doo-doo Bop!!

Nuriko, Miaka and Chiriko chime in on the chorus.   

Miaka:                                   There you go!

Nuriko, Miaka, Chiriko:        Get the cool!
                                              Get the cool shoeshine!
                                              Get the cool!
                                              Get the cool shoeshine!....

As the seishi and miko continue singing, the Director stares at the scene, her eyes wide.

Roku:  (completely bemused) Hic. Hic.

Kryssa'a voice comes over the radio headset. She is back to consciousness - and thoroughly pleased with herself after the earlier Chichiri kiss.

Kryssa:   You’ve got some weeeeeiird subconscious issues here, girl!
Roku:   (defensively) Not my idea, hic! - you can blame Mouse-chan for this one! (grimaces in embarrassment) Of course, that’s because -hic- I’m ripping her off.... eheheheHIC!!

Meanwhile, the surprisingly adaptable audience is grooving along to the music - including the “ripped-off” author and her spiritual sister.

Ryuen:   See, Mouse-chan? It isGet the cool shoeshine,’ not ‘Got the cool shoeshine!’
Purple Mouse:  (bopping in her seat) Yeah, I guess... eheheheheheheh.

Back a few rows, Sagara Sanosuke is waving a bottle of sake in time to the music.
Sano:   Yeah, I always wanted to see this scene live!! (frowns foggily) But what’s the name of this play again? - More Stones in the Story? Another Story in the Moonlight? (takes another swig) Ahhhhhh, as long as the music’s good, who cares?

Tasuki has pushed through the “back-up” singers and started the second verse.

Tasuki:       There's a monkey in the jungle
                  Watchin' a vapour trail
                  Caught up in the conflict
                  Between his brain and his tail

Tamahome, Mitsukake, Hotohori:   Oh, yeah! Dayyyyyy doo-doo-doo Bop!!

Tasuki:        And if time's elimination
                   Then we got nothin' to lose
                   Please repeat the message
                   It's the music that we choose

Roku:   (starry-eyed) I just love his singing voice, hic! - that slightly raspy edge is just sooooooo -hic- sexy!
Kryssa:   (over the radio headset) Oh, just admit it, Roku! You’d find him sexy if he was standing on his head reciting the Gettysburg address!
Roku:   (eyes widening in panic) No! No, don’t put any images like that in my head right now, hic! He’ll kiiiilllllllll me!! Hic!

Nuriko comes back in with Miaka and Chiriko.

Nuriko:    Okayyy, break it down, y'all! We comin' back out!

Nuriko, Miaka, Chiriko:        Get the cool!
                                              Get the cool shoeshine!
                                              Get the cool!
                                              Get the cool shoeshine!....


Kryssa:  (evilly) Oh, ho, ho! So the All-Powerful Director is susceptible to suggestion now, is she? Lemme see, what would be the best revenge on you for playing with my Chichiri?
Roku:   (panic-stricken, pulling at her headset which is tangled in her hair) La la la, hic!... I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you...
Kryssa:   (loudly) Now what would be my heart’s desire...?
Roku: (squeezing her eyes shut) Heart’s desire - no! Hic!! No, not Heart’s Desire!!

At that moment, Aikido-chan walks into view, checking out the onstage pandemonium. She taps on the Director’s shoulder.

Aikido:  What’s all this about Heart’s Desire?

The Director stares at her blankly - then feels the hiccups intensifying.

Roku:   Hic!! No!! Hic!! Oh, God!! Hic!!

There is suddenly a roar of outrage onstage from a deep masculine voice. There are screams from the audience - many of delight as well as shock. At the same time, there is a scream in Roku’s headphones.

Kaze-chan:  No!! I can’t look!! What have you done to my Nii-chan, you wench?!

At that moment, a very tall, totally unclothed man rushes offstage in a panic. He runs straight into Aikido-chan, knocking her down and falling on top of her.

Aikido:  (dazed, looking up into Mitsukake’s face) This is a dream, right?
Mitsukake: (red with embarrassment, but unable to stop being a doctor) I’m sorry!! Did I hurt you?!

He starts to move off her, anxious to make sure she’s okay.

Aikido:   (gasping) Wait! Don’t move!!
Mitsukake:   (freezing in place) Oh, no! You are injured, aren’t you?
Aikido:   No! (smiles loopily) I just decided that this IS a dream, so it’s okay to do this! (glomps him)
Roku:   Oh, God, hic! Aikido-chan’s Heart’s Desire! A naked -hic- Mitsukake!

She runs to the backstage screen and finds someone’s discarded robe, then runs back and throws it over Mitsukake. He carefully detaches himself from Aikido-chan’s grip and pulls on the robe - which is, of course, somewhat too small for him. Aikido-chan is still staring at the ceiling in a dazed, bemused fashion.

Mitsukake:  I’m afraid that she may have hit her head on the floor. A slight concussion would explain her (blushes) strange behavior. I’m going to take her back to my room and examine her to make sure she’s all right.
Roku:   (under her breath) Heart’s desire, indeed... hic! (helps him to pull Aikido-chan to her feet)

Mitsukake pulls Aikido-chan’s arm across his shoulder, supporting her. He frowns at Roku-chan.

Mitsukake:   I’m afraid that you and I will have to have a talk later, Roku-chan, about exactly what role I play in your subconscious... and why you see me unclothed. I truly hope to avert what may be the beginning of an unhealthy obsession with a man who is already in a committed relationship...
Roku:   (flushing)  No, hic! You’ve got it wrong! I have no desire -hic- to see you naked. (suddenly realizes that her words may be taken as an insult) I mean, no more than I want to see any of you seishi naked! (musing) Which is all of you guys, of course - except for Chiriko! I ain't -hic- into that! But, no, I'm not interested in your body in particular… (reconsiders her words and realizes that she is digging herself into a deep hole) Ummmm, I mean - not that there’s anything wrong with the way you look naked, hic! In fact, you look very fine - very, um, hot!

Mitsukake raises his eyebrows and begins backing away from her slowly.

Mitsukake:  (in a very reasonable, “clinical” tone) Like I said... we’ll talk later. Right now, I have to look after Aikido-chan. (turns around, gently leading Aikido-chan away)

Roku:    (grasping her head in frustration)  Gaaahhhhhhhhh!!!

She looks up and sees Aikido-chan’s eyes suddenly clear as she is “carried off.” She meets Roku’s gaze - and gives her a wink.

Roku:   (grumbling) At least somebody’s happy here! Hic!
Kryssa:  (over the radio headset, gleefully) Re-re-re-re-venge!!! Oh, it’s just as sweet as they say!! Unhealthy obsession with Mits! Hah!!
Roku:   (darkly) Just remember, wench - two can play at -hic- revenge!! Hic!!

She is interrupted by the sound of applause. 19-2000 has just ended, and the Gorillaz have gotten back into their dune buggy.

Murdoc:  Fuckin’ freak gig...
Noodle:  Noodle!!

They roar off upstage - then disappear into thin air. The seishi and miko pile back into the mauve van, roar off towards the wings - and also disappear. At this point, Chichiri suddenly runs onstage, having finally escaped from Chichiri's Girl. He is clad in modern clothes - including, shockingly, a bright purple shirt that clashes badly with his silvery blue hair.

Chichiri:   (slamming his shakujou on the stage in frustration) Damn!! This is the third time I missed the road trip in the van!!

He catches sight of his strange wardrobe at last. He startles, then strides downstage.

Chichiri:   (glaring at Mouse-chan) Purple??!!
Purple Mouse:   (sinking down in her seat again) Ehehehehe...


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Part E.   … but then go right back to infuriating them again…


The Director calls in to the tech booth.

Roku:  Kris, hic. May as well lower the curtain until I find out where my cast -hic- disappeared to. We’ve got to set up for “Flight,” anyway.
 
There is a sudden sharp explosion next to her ear, and she jumps, letting out a shriek. She whirls around - and encounters the smirking countenance of her little sister.

Chichiri’s Girl:  (triumphantly brandishing a paper bag blown out at the seams) No need to thank me - just send money!
Roku:   (grabbing her by the throat) Thank you for what?! Giving me a goddam heart-attack?!!
Chichiri’s Girl:  Nope! For getting rid of your hiccups. Age-old remedy, ya know.
Roku:  (eyes widening) Hey, I think it worked! The hiccups are gone! (sighs) For the moment, anyway... (frowns at her chipper little sister) What are you so happy about, anyway?
Chichiri’s Girl:  (grinning) Oh, let’s just say that this is turning out to be a very satisfying evening!

Tasuki and company re-enter the backstage area in their original White Stones outfits, shaking their heads and yawning to get their ears to pop. Nuriko is still humming the tune of 19-2000 happily.

Nuriko:   (still in his exuberant Another Story persona) Hey, that was major fun, guys! Especially with the Gorillaz playing back-up for us!
Tasuki:   (in a low voice to Nuriko) Still, ya gotta wonder about Roku-chan and the shit that goes on in her mind. I mean, think about it - a grown woman who fills her subconscious with two-dimensional cartoon characters. Kinda pathetic in a way…
Nuriko:   (shuddering) I didn't think about it that way! You know, it is kinda weird…
Roku:   (standing right behind them, glaring) Well, if you good friends are thinking about sending me for some serious psychiatric intervention, you're gonna have to wait in line behind Mitsukake. In fact, I think he's dialing up an appointment for me even as we speak.
Tasuki:   That's right! I forgot about what you did to him! (in a concerned voice) You know, Roku, it's not healthy to be obsessed with a man who's in a committed relationship…
Roku:    (aggravated) Oh, shut up!! (stomps off)

Sorceress catches up to her.

Sorceress:  Why don’t you take five, Roku? You already checked the wires for “Flight” earlier - I’ll just recheck them and get the cast ready, then let you know when it’s time to go.
Roku:   (grateful) Thanks, girlfriend - you’re a godsend!

She walks over to the greenroom couch and flings herself down for a nice self-indulgent pout session. An equally sullen figure flings himself down next to her. She peeks sideways at her partner-in-sulk.

Roku:   (softly) Hey, ‘Chiri... how did everything go?
Chichiri:  (glum) Don’t ask!

Roku-chan leans forward and touches his swollen lips lightly.

Roku:   (concerned) Looks like you got hurt in Tama’s scheme. Poor baby - tell me all about it.
Chichiri:  (still pouting) Don’t want to. (glancing back at her) Remember what I said about you owing me?

Roku nods.

Chichiri:   (sighing) Well, whatever you’ve got, it’s not enough. Nothing is enough for what I went through!
Roku:   (suddenly grinning) Don’t underestimate me, sweetheart. I think I may have exactly what you need!
Chichiri:   (interested in spite of himself) Oh, yes? What are you talking about?
Roku:   (humming) Oh, just a little TLC - a little sugar, a little spice... LOTS of everything nice!
Chichiri:   (sitting up and straightening his kesa) All right, I’m game. Time to pay up, Madam Director.
Roku:   Okay, I’ll meet you behind Tasuki’s screen in two minutes. But I need you to bring some stuff. (whispers in his ear)

His eyebrows go up and his eye widens.

Chichiri:   (hesitantly) Yes, I think I could conjure that up. But what...?
Roku:   (interrupting) Just be there with bells on, and you’ll soon find out!

She ducks behind Tasuki’s screen, grinning to herself. True to his word, Chichiri follows her two minutes later, bearing a brown paper bag. From behind the screen, their voices can be heard.

Roku:   Oh, good, you brought all the stuff! (takes a deep breath) And is this for me?!
Chichiri:  Yes, ma’am. Only for you.
Roku:   (gleeful) It’s perfect! (sighs happily) It’s hard. I love it hard!
Chichiri:   (dryly) What a surprise...
Roku:   Oh, you are a wicked, wicked man!!

There is the sound of the bag crackling, a few muttered apologies as they jostle for elbow room behind the screen - and then, a short period of silence.

Roku:   Okay - we’re ready, I think. Now just relax, close your eyes... and try this!

A moment of silence, then a gasp from Chichiri.

Chichiri:  It’s... wonderful!! I can’t believe it!!
Roku:   (purring) Told you I would make it all better.
Chichiri:   (groaning softly) They said you were the best....
Roku:   And they were right!!

At this point, Kryssa storms backstage in a rage.

Kryssa:  Where is that wench?!! Obviously, she forgot to remove her headphones!! I’m gonna kiiiiillllllll her!!!

Chichiri’s Girl wanders up to her side.

Chichiri’s Girl:  What’s up, Kris?
Kryssa:   (fumimg) That wench of a sister of yours is playing with our magician again!! (points at Tasuki’s screen) Back there!!
Chichiri’s Girl:   (also pissed) Why didn’t you go back there and put a stop to it?!
Kryssa:  (blushing) I couldn’t...!! I’m afraid to see...!!
Chichiri’s Girl:  Well, I’m not!!

She stomps up to the screen and pulls it aside. Chichiri and Roku look up startled from the floor - where they are seated cross-legged, a large dish of ice cream between them. Various toppings and a banana peel lay beside them.

Roku:   (frowning) What’s the matter? Is it time to start the next scene already?
Chichiri’s Girl:  Just what exactly are the two of you doing back here?!
Chichiri:  (confused) Sharing a banana split. (smiles at Roku) I heard that your sister was the best at making them...
Kryssa:  (stammering) So what was all that talk about... (stops and blushes) ummm, “it” being... ummm, (whispers) hard?
Roku:  (eyes widening at she stares at Kris) My, that’s some mind you’ve got there, young lady!! (indicates the banana peel) We were talking about the banana - I like them a little underripe instead of soft and mushy...

Kryssa retreats, thoroughly embarrassed - but Chichiri’s Girl is not as easily cowed.

Chichiri’s Girl: So if all you two were doing was eating ice cream, why did you need to go behind Tasuki’s screen?!
Roku:   Because we didn’t have enough for everybody. You know what Mom taught us, CG - it’s not nice to eat in front of everybody if you don’t have enough to go around...
Chichiri’s Girl:  (finally blushing) Oh!!
Roku:   (kindly) But here - you two can have my portion if you want it. (mumbling to herself) It’s not like I need the calories...
Chichiri:  No, they can take mine. I insist!
Kryssa:   (completely scarlet) No - no thanks. We’ll just leave now. (grabs CG’s arm and begins walking away rapidly)
Roku:   (calling after them) Are you suuuuure that you don’t want any?
Kryssa, Chichiri’s Girl:   (in the distance) Quite sure, quite sure...

Roku turns to Chichiri - then breaks into a grin.

Roku:   Good - I’m glad they left!! (smirks) ‘Cause I don’t feel like sharing!! (smiles at Chichiri - then winks)


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Dialogue credits:
“Destiny, Destiny! There’s no escaping Destiny!”   From the movie “Young Frankenstein,” 1974,  screenwriter: Gene Wilder
Oh, and the lyrics for 19-2000 - I obtained most of them from the Gorillaz.com website - but I also listened closely to the tune (about twenty times) and did some adjustments according to what I heard. See - Roku, the research nut. No matter how trivial the subject, I am compulsively driven to get it right!! So if you disagree with any of the lyrics to 19-2000, blame me, not Gorillaz.com!

 
Author’s notes:  (11-6-02))  (grooving) Get the cool... get the cool shoeshine! Get the cool... get the cool shoeshine!! Yeah, baby, whoo! Thanks to Mouse-chan, who turned on this somewhat, ahem, over-college-aged person to the wonder of the Gorillaz!! And so, to pay her back - I rewarded her with a bout of rampant plagiarism - all the fault of Shin, of course!! I am completely innocent in all this, I swear it!! Of course, I had to abuse Ryuen, too - and then have some fun with the Chichiri fangirls! See - I do have a death wish!!

Has it really been two months since I last updated “Casting Stones”?!! Gahhhhhhh, time flies!! Hopefully, I’m back on track, with new chapters of “Bridge” and “CS” on alternating weeks. But listen - I’m approaching the time when I must begin posting chapters of “Hidden Paths on a Cloud-Cast Night,”  the “White Stones” sequel. Since this is a more serious story, and “Bridge” is very serious, “Casting Stones” will also become more serious by association. So no more giddy fun....



Psych!!!



You couldn’t possibly have believed that!! Yes, if you can picture it, things are just going to go further down the road of insanity, skating dangerously close to “We must have this author locked away and treated with therapeutic electrotherapy!”  After all, I need to blow off steam somewhere!! 

I have just one warning for you - beware of dangerous akugis ahead!!


Ja ne!!

Roku-chan


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Okay, the author's notes are done. I have now included an akugi - but I am setting up a warning to Chichiri fangirls, Tasuki fangirls, and Anyone Who Values Good Taste - DO NOT GO HERE!!!









Okay, I'm still warnin' ya - you're not gonna like this one bit!! SCROLL NO FURTHER!!!









Last Chance to Bail Out Now!!! Exceedingly Bad Taste Scenario Ahead!!!









I give up!!! Just remember - I warned ya!!!







Part F. …and finish by provoking them into a murderous frenzy!!


Akugi:   Set in no particular time point in the staging of "Casting Stones"… since this is an akugi, it doesn't really happen, right?  Here we go…

 Roku and Chichiri watch the figures of Kryssa and Chichiri's Girl retreat into the distance, Roku still holding the rapidly melting banana split.

Roku:   Are they gone? - I mean, totally out of here?
Chichiri:   (squinting as he sends out his ki to check) Yes, they've really left.
Roku:   (exuberant) Great!!! (smirking) That thick-headed wench of a sister of mine forgot that I don't like ice cream!! (laughs triumphantly as Chichiri pulls her behind the screen again.)
Chichiri:   (behind the screen) Here, let me get rid of that for you.
Roku:   (behind the screen) Mmmmmmmm, wait - don't toss out the whipped cream. I think we can use that…
Chichiri:   You are a very naughty girl, no da!
Roku:   (laughing again) You know you love it!

Suddenly, there is the sound of someone whistling, and Tasuki strolls into view. Roku pops her head out from behind the screen.

Tasuki:   (startled) What the hell are you doin' back there?
Roku:   (grinning) Wouldn't you like to know?! (turns back to the screen) 'Chiri, sweetheart, would you mind if Tasuki joined us?
Chichiri:   (behind the screen) I guess not - after all, he's a brother seishi, isn't he?
Tasuki:   (skips over to the screen) Great! I owe ya one, buddy! (disappears behind the screen)

There is a hiss of aerosol accompanied by a wet, “foamy” sound, and Roku giggles again.

Roku:   Here, guys, try this - it's chocolate!
Tasuki:   (suspicious) Chocolate whipped cream?
Roku:   Come onnn - it's good. Not too sweet…
Chichiri:   Here, I'll try some - after all, faint heart ne'er won fair maiden…
Roku:   Oooh, keep it up with the compliments, and you're gonna win a hell of a lot more than just 'fair maiden'!
Tasuki:   All right then, I'll try it, too!
Roku:   Hey, watch the fingers! Those fangs are sharp!!

Silence for a moment.

Tasuki:   Wow, that's really good!
Chichiri:   Daaaa, no da!
Roku:   (purring) Have I ever told you that I find men who like chocolate to be almost unbearably sexy?
Guys:   More chocolate, more chocolate!!

At this point, Aikido-chan stomps into view and starts shouting at the screen.

Aikido:   For the record, I'd like you to know that this whole thing strains credulity and the bounds of good taste!!

Three heads pop out from behind the screen.

Aikido:   I mean, occasionally kissing Chichiri is okay - but getting it on with Tasuki is just too much! This is a completely cheesy Mary-Sue scenario!! (stomps off)

Roku:   (bursting into tears) I did it again! I exceeded the bounds of good taste again!!
Tasuki:   (angrily shouting after Aikido-chan) Maybe you'd be happier if you removed that yardstick once in a while!!… Ouch!
Chichiri:   (waving his shakujou) Hush! Behave, Tasuki!
Tasuki:   (scowling) Well, she made Roku cry! (in an undertone) Not to mention, totally destroyed the mood…
Roku:   (sniffling) No, it's all right, guys. It's just that…(wailing) I intended this to be believable! And I always strive to be in good taste!!!
Tasuki:   (still fuming) Why is getting it on with Chichiri okay, but with me, it's bad taste?!
Roku:   No, no, no, she didn't mean it that way. It's that with Chichiri, it's a funny joke, but when I'm serious with you, it's bad taste.
Tasuki:   (even more pissed) So seriously getting it on with me is in even worse taste?!
Roku:   Yeah, that's it, sorta… (bursts into tears again) But my life's ambition has always been to exhibit Good Taste, to wear Cool Clothes, and to project a Sense of Dignity!!!
Chichiri: (trying to be kind) Ummm, errrrr, Roku-chan, perhaps you should think about setting your sights a bit lower in this lifetime - perhaps to something a little more attainable, no da…
Tasuki:   Yeah, like being an All-Star Player in the NBA!!
Roku:   Waaahhhhhhhhhh!!!
Chichiri:   Tasuki, you're not helping here, no da! (to Roku, gently) Anyway, I don't remember you saying that your life's ambition was to be Cool and Dignified. I thought your life philosophy was that Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!
Roku:   (perking up) You're right, 'Chiri!! That is my philosophy!! (smirking again) Okay, where were we? Who's got the whipped cream?!

The three disappear behind the screen again. There is another hiss of aerosol accompanied by a wet, foamy sound.

Tasuki:   (whoops in alarm) Watch it there!! That stuff packs a punch!!
Chichiri:   Daaaa, no da!!
Roku:   Whooooooo-hoooooooooo!!!

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