The next day, at the palace, a friend of Hotohori came to visit him to help with the problem he faced. In Hotohori's room, Hotohori explained the dilemma. The young man, foul mouthed and with a hot temper, fell to the floor laughing, tears coming to his eyes.

"A mirror?! That's what you've been crying about? By the Gods, you could have all the mirrors in the entire kingdom if you wanted! I can't believe this!" He continued to laugh at the top of his lungs and more tears left his eyes and fall down his cheeks. Hotohori just sighed.

"Listen Tasuki, that mirror was very important to me. It had sentimental value and I want to find it." He looked at Tasuki calmly. "Miaka gave me that mirror…" His eyes began to fill with such sadness and grief that it made the tough, red head man stop his laughing. "Hey…" Tasuki looked up at Hotohori. "You'll find it, even though it is just a stupid mirror…" After that last sentence, Hotohori took a pillow off the couch he was sitting on and threw it at Tasuki's head.

"Just help me find it, okay?" Hotohori stood up and walked over to the dresser near his wardrobe and sat in the soft cushioned seat. He took one of the many combs he kept on top of the dresser and began to pull the comb through his silky brown hair. It was almost to his waist, so he could bring it over his shoulder and comb it while it rested on his chest. Tasuki grumbled.

"There goes the emperor grooming himself again…" He chuckled lightly at his last words. Hotohori just smiled.

"You're just jealous that you don't have this wonderful silky hair that I so happen to possess." Hotohori continued to smile, combing his hair at the same time.

"Ha, like I'm jealous of a man that looks like a girl!"

Tasuki spoke bravely at Hotohori. Hotohori looked at him, his eyes narrowing.

"I would be careful about what you say Tasuki. Remember, you're not only talking to a friend, but an emperor." Tasuki rolled his eyes, the typical sign that he gave when he understood something.

"I was only kidding, take a joke Your Majesty…" Tasuki stressed on his last words and turned around, walking out that door and closing it.

After Tasuki left, Hotohori sighed. He stopped combing his hair for a moment and set the comb on the dresser. He looked out to the open doors to his balcony and he could hear birds chirp from the gardens. He breathed in deeply and looked away from the open doors. He picked up his comb and started to comb his hair once again.