THAT'S RIGHT! We FINALLY finished it! (And on Tomo's birthday too, wai
wai!) So here it is. And give us feedback please! Warnings--um... you really vehement Nakago fans might not wanna read this. (Not that you
shouldn't know that already, having read our fics before.) But that's it!
As you'll recall, Soi took Tomo to bed after the divine makeup wore off. It was there that she
received a stick of incense from a "Messenger of Seiryuu," who was actually a servant of Suzaku's, the (conveniently) Blue Bird of
Happiness.
Love Letters - Chapter 8 (conclusion)
The sunlight streamed in through the window, falling over Tomo’s eyes, which
caused him to open them against his will.
“Eeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…. Nngh, my head…Soi?” Tomo scrubbed his fists against
his eyes in a vain attempt to clear them and noticed a certain redheaded Seiryuu Seishi hanging over the back of the chair next to his bed.
He poked her. “Soi?”
Soi didn’t move.
“Soi? Wake up, Soi, come on….” Tomo was beginning to have serious doubts about what he’d done since
yesterday and having a passed-out Soi next to his bed wasn’t helping.
She still didn’t move.
Tomo began to panic. “Soi, wake up, dammit… This isn’t funny, I’m not playing
around here, wake up and tell me why you’re in my room and why it smells funky in here.”
Soi was as unresponsive as ever.
Tomo decided to forget trying to wake Soi up and try figuring out what he had done in the last three days that might have resulted in Soi sleeping in a
chair in his bedroom while he was wearing boxers, and tank top, and the sun-yellow bunny slippers no one was supposed to know he had.
And Soi woke up.
"Okay, there was that snake. And then... And then... Dammit, I don't know what then. It's all a blank. I know! I'll ask Naka--no, wait...
Eeeeeeehhhhhhh..."
"Tomo?"
Tomo jerked around, surprise scrawled over his face. "GAH!"
Scowling, Soi rubbed one hand over her eye, brushing back her hair with the other. "Nice to see you, too, jerk." Then, she stopped and looked at
Tomo. Really looked at him. And he looked back.
The air exploded with shiawase bubbles, rose and cherry blossom petals, and rays of pastel-colored light.
Nakago felt a chill. Being that Nakago isn't an idiot, he knew the chill probably meant something, as such things always do in anime. He walked
outside, resolved to find out what the strange feeling might portend.
It was raining. Hard. The weather in the Kutou palace always seemed, in some freak coincidence, to coincide with the state of his affairs--if
something was going wrong, it rained; if everyone was acting appropriately cowed and
subservient and manipulated like they should be, it poured down sunshine. This was a Bad
Thing.
Frowning in expertly masked alarm, Nakago went to find Miboshi. Because Miboshi's a sick little fuck and I don't trust him farther than I can throw
him--even though that's really far.
He found the Stupid Little Damn Floating Midget Monk Bastard in the same place he'd been for three days now--hiding in a closet until Tomo went away.
Hearing Nakago's footsteps, Miboshi peeked down from the shelf he was curled up on. "Is he gone?" he whimpered.
Whatever the source of the problem was, it obviously wasn't Miboshi. Nakago
turned around and headed for the twins' room. He thought he'd gotten all the copies of those pictures, but, as he'd never found the negatives, he couldn't
be sure. And soldiers couldn't be kept in line without the proper respect.
On his way there, Nakago noticed an oddity.
The ground outside Tomo's room was perfectly dry. It wasn't even raining right there. There appeared to be a few birds peched on the sill. And some
very odd-looking pink and yellow bubbles leaking out of the barely open window.
Nakago stalked over. The strange bubbles suddenly got much thicker, as if trying to warn him away. But since nobody listens to strange pink and yellow
bubbles anyway, he shoved on through them. Reaching the window, he stood on his tip-toes and pulled it slightly more open, peeking inside.
And felt the shock freeze him numb.
In Heaven:
Seiryuu blinked, realized what the incense was for, and bellowed, "EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!! EW! EW EW EW EW EW EW NO NO NO WRONG WRONG WRONG!
SUZAKU, YOU SICK LITTLE MONKEY! THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!"
Suzaku looked smug.
Genbu looked intrigued. "Wow. I never even THOUGHT of that. I was so intent on hooking Tomo up with Nakago that I never even considered Soi! Kudos and
Pocky Points to you."
Author Interlude:
Aeanagwen raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do the gods know what Pocky Points are?"
Celleri 'eaaahh'ed. "They're gods, they know. It's one of the job requirements."
Back In Kutou:
Nakago's blue eyes got bigger and bigger as he put two and two together and got five. Or in this case, two. People. In a bed. Together. Who should not,
under any circumstances, extenuating or not, have been in a bed. Together.
Had Nakago been prone to nausea, he would have been blowing chunks all over the grass. Luckily for the grass, he wasn't, and so didn't toss his cookies
everywhere. He was, however, very confused.
"But... But... I thought they loved me..." Nakago whimpered.
Author Interlude:
"HAHAHA!! HAHAHAHA! HA HA!" laughed the authors ala Mandark.
"GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!" Aeanagwen yelled triumphantly. "NOW YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE!"
Celleri sneered, "That's what you get for bein' a dick, ya dick, go around all high and mighty like you're God and you treat the people who love you
like shit and finally when they go about gettin them some for a change you got the nerve to get all 'I thought they loved ME' you prick, go find your
neglected inner child and play Candy Land and give him a candy bar and a trip to Disney Land and start doin somethin to help your screwed up--"
"Going around singing Blue Eyes Blue, 'I don't know how to love because I've never been loved'
bull-shit..." Aeanagwen grumbled bitterly.
Celleri blinked.
Back In Kutou:
Nakago shook the disappointment and sadness out of himself and decided to vent his anger on the two blissfully oblivious Seishi who were getting
horizontal in Tomo's room. He threw the window open, stuck his head inside, and started pounding on the wall, demanding that they stop that foolishness and get dressed.
Suboshi, hearing "Stop that foolishness and get dressed," and never being one to miss anything that might score a few bucks, grabbed his camera and headed
off in the direction of the frustrated Nakago.
Nakago, who was using his chi to float high enough off the ground to lean into the window, glared at the two
now-not-so-oblivious seishi and tried to
keep what dignity he could, being that he was stuck.
"Would you go away?" Soi requested, frustrated impatience leaking into her voice. Understandably so, considering what she had been interrupted from.
Nakago stared at her in shocked disbelief. "Y-you're defying me!"
Tomo rolled his eyes, raked back his long, uinbound hair, and turned to the stuck Shogun in his window. "No shit, Sherlock. Now kindly get your blond
ass out of my bedroom so I can continue with my affairs here."
Nakago swallowed. "But- but--"
"Get out of here, Nakago. Nobody wants you, nobody loves you, nobody even remotely likes you. Go hang out with Miboshi and Ashitare and the rest of the
losers no one cares about," Soi scoffed, planting a little kiss on Tomo's nose.
Author Interlude:
"I certainly hope that we've weeded out all the die-hard Nakago fans before this," Aeanagwen said, a hint of nervousness in her tone.
Celleri took a deep breath and said firmly, "Well, if, at some point, I get into my car and pick you up, and we both die a horrible, flaming, charbroiled
death due to a car bomb that someone has planted in my trunk, and we get splattered on the road in a thousand greasy bloody bite sized chunks, tastefully arranged in the shape of Nakago's Seishi symbol, we'll know who
did it. We'll be dead, oh so very dead, but we'll know who to haunt."
In Kutou:
Nakago's eyes got big and innocent and tear-filled. "Me? Hang out with... them?!"
Tomo stood up (the authors drooled) and placed his hand on Nakago's head--"You heard the lady. Get lost"-- and deftly shoved him back out with a
loud "Pop!". Once the blond bastard was outside the room and he and Soi had their privacy, he proceeded to rock the casbah.
Nakago landed with a thump on the grass on which, although he had not thrown up before, he desperately wanted to upchuck now. And he burst into tears.
Big, loud, wet, bawling, snot-bubble-coming-out-his-nose tears.
Author Interlude:
A look of pity flashed in Aeanagwen's eyes for a moment. Then, she steeled herself, clenching her fists. "No. Mercy," she said firmly to herself.
"Tears, and snot, and crying out his eyes!! And chop him up into BITE SIZE CHUNKS!" Celleri sang.
Aeanagwen quirked an eyebrow. "What does 'bite size chunks' have to do with anything?"
"....I couldn't think of anything to replace it with."
In Kutou:
Suboshi raised his camera. Not only were Tomo and Soi involved in something that NOBODY really wants to have them doing, but Nakago was sitting outside
Tomo's window and blubbering like a five year old.
Amiboshi was minding his own business, playing his flute and otherwise being his usual goody-two-shoes self, when his eyes suddenly turned into dollar
signs and went KA-CHING! for no apparent reason. He blinked. "I hope no one saw that. It's a
good thing Suboshi's-- oh, God...."
And the rain came pouring down. Except outside Tomo's room.