The Summoning of Suboshi... and Company
By the Arashi sisters, Yume and Kouri

These characters are the property of Watase Yuu and Fushigi Yuugi. In no way do we claim them as our own. Please don't sue us, we don't have any money anyway.

"So I've had about four cans of Mountain Dew, plus a helluva lot of chocolate, so I'd say we're ready to go," Kouri, Futago no Miko, said. "Can we get going?" she continued, tapping her foot impatiently. "We have all the seishi here."

"Calm down," Kimura told her. "I think you're going on a power trip."

"How come you got to be the Miko?" Chikara whined. "I wanted to be Miko and summon Tamahome!"

"You couldn't choose between Tamahome and Kouji," Kurai reminded her.

"We'll just have to decide for you," Yume said, with a wicked grin.

Chikara glared at her.

"I WANNA GET GOING!!!" Kouri shouted. "I WANT MY SUBOSHI!"

"Oh, shut up," Urusai told her.

"Look who's talking!"

"Guys, don't fight," Anshin said. "Let's just get going."

"Yes, LET'S!" Kouri yelled.

"Kouri, you're yelling a lot," Mumei* said.

Everyone stared at her. "Who're you?"

Mumei shrugged. "Well, Kouri needed a seventh seishi and she really couldn't think of anybody else . . . so here I am."

"Wow, that was handy," Yume said.

Kouri punched her in the arm. "It was your idea, baka!"

Yume smacked her sister on the head.

Kimura grinned. "Co-author power, ne, Kouri?"

Kouri rubbed her head. "If I have the co-author power, and I'm the one sitting at a keyboard, how come I just got smacked?"

Yume cackled evilly. "It's only *co*-author power."

Kouri stuck her tongue out.

"Wait until Suboshi gets here, sister dear," Yume said, then promptly hid behind Anshin.

"Okay, can we get going?" Urusai asked.

"Yeah!" Kouri said, forgetting about her sister.

"So, what's going to happen when we summon Suboshi?" Kurai asked.

Yume snickered at her. "Other than the obvious . . . "

"Shut up, you hentai!" Kouri said, smacking her sister.

"Ano . . . " Anshin said. "Y'know, Kouri, when Suboshi gets here, you might not want to jump him."

Kouri glared. "Who's jumping who?"

"Just don't throw yourself at him, screeching his name," Yume said. "Like we all know you're dying to do."

Kouri pouted.

"I mean, you don't wanna scar the kid for life," Kimura said.

Yume snickered.

Kouri rolled her eyes, thinking about the amazing stupidity of her seishi, and then said, "Fine, fine, fine. Is everyone ready?"

The seishi arranged themselves in a circle. Kouri placed a yo-yo and a flute in the center, on a makeshift altar. "Okay, everyone . . . concentrate on the yo-yo and the flute and think really hard about bringing the twins here."

"Some ceremony," Urusai muttered.

"Man, I wanted to be Miko," Chikara mumbled.

"Yeah, we know. You can be Miko next time, okay? You're still getting Tamahome out of the deal . . . or did you want Kouji?" Anshin asked.

Chikara shrugged. "Well, I got Kouji in the last two stories, so I really think it's time I got Tamahome, but he's always with Miaka . . . "

"You think I'm going to ask for Miaka?" Kouri asked incredulously.

"Cool!" Urusai and Chikara chimed in unison, then glared at each other. "TAMAHOME'S MINE!" they both screeched.

Kouri sweat-dropped. "Ano . . . Chikara, you can still have Kouji, ne? Just . . . don't kill each other. Please? I can't afford to lose two of my seishi. Not right now . . . "

Chikara reluctantly stopped strangling Urusai. "Okay, okay. I still get Kouji, right?"

"Right. Now let's get on with this," Yume said impatiently. "I want my Hotohori!"

"YOUR Hotohori?" Anshin asked in a dangerous tone of voice.

"Yeah, MINE! You got a problem with that?"

"Uh-oh . . . " Kimura said. "How do we work our way out of this one?"

"Well . . . " Yume said. "You could give me Tomo . . . "

"AAAAH! I'm NOT asking for Tomo, you hentai!"

"Well, what would you suggest, then?"

Kouri giggled. "I've got it all figured out. Co-author power, remember?"

"Guys?" Kurai interrupted. "Can I have a line?"

"Sure, Kurai," Kouri said. "Now shut up. Would you guys please concentrate on the damned yo-yo and the stupid flute so I CAN HAVE MY SUBOSHI ALREADY?!?!!"

"As long as I get Hotohori," Yume said.

Kouri smirked. "Just wait."

Everyone sweat-dropped. "Ano . . . what's she planning?" Kurai whispered to Yume. "You're the other co-author, you should know . . . "

Yume cackled. "Of course I know, but do *you* want to?"

"Concentrate!" Kouri shrieked.

The seishi, fearing for their lives, began to concentrate on the objects in the center of their circle.

"Sheesh," Kouri muttered. "It took us over two pages just to get this far!" She began the incantation to call the god, or in this case, the twins.

There was a brilliant flash of light, and when it had vanished, the twins were standing in the center of the circle, looking bewildered. Kouri reminded herself not to launch herself at Suboshi. Instead, she walked up to the twins, looked at them carefully, determined which was which, and stuck her hand out to Suboshi. "Hi! I'm Kouri!"

Suboshi backed away a few steps nervously. "Um . . . hi?" He turned to Amiboshi and whispered, "Aniki, where are we?"

Amiboshi looked around uncertainly. "Um . . . I don't know." He turned to Kouri. "How'd we get here?"

Kouri grinned. "I summoned you. I'm Futago no Miko!" There was a brief pause, in which the Japanese-language-uninformed tried to figure out what she was talking about. "Futago means twins," she explained. "You know, priestess for the twins?"

"Our . . . Miko?" Suboshi asked. Suddenly, the light dawned. "Hey, we're GODS? COOL!"

Amiboshi elbowed his brother. "Shun-chan, cut it out!"

Kouri tugged on Kimura's sleeve. "He called him Shun-chan! Kimura, did you hear him? He really calls him Shun-chan!"

"Kouri, will you chill out?" Kimura hissed. "You're gonna scare them even worse!"

Amiboshi turned to the seishi. "Are you guys serious?"

Kouri nodded happily.

"Yup," Yume said.

"Ano . . . " Kouri said to Suboshi. "Can I launch myself at you now?"

Suboshi ducked behind Amiboshi. "Nani?"

"Oh, fine," Kouri said, pouting.

"I told you," Yume said, smirking.

"Oh, shut up."

"Hey, can you get going?" Chikara asked. "I want my Tamahome -- oops, sorry, reflex -- my Kouji!"

Urusai glared.

Kimura rolled her eyes.

"Poor Kouji," Yume said.

"She's right, we should get this straightened out as soon as possible," Anshin said, fearing for her Hotohori.

Yume raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't even think it."

"I've got it all worked out. Would you guys relax?" Kouri asked. "Sheesh, nobody trusts me!"

The group as a whole burst into hysterical laughter, except for the twins, who cringed and tried to hide behind each other.

"Um, what are you talking about?" Suboshi asked.

Kouri blinked. "We get three wishes from each of you. See, that's why I got to be Miko. Because I'm Futago no Miko, I get six wishes instead of the usual three."

"Oh," Suboshi said, then realized he had no idea what she was talking about. "Wait a minute, we're supposed to grant you wishes? How the fuck does that work?"

"Shun-chan, watch your language!" Amiboshi whispered.

Kouri laughed. "Man, wait till you hear me talk! Anyway . . . you have to grant me three wishes apiece."

"Oh, I don't even want to know what kind of wishes you're talking about," Amiboshi said.

"You know, a properly phrased wish can cover a lot of ground," Yume said, nodding knowingly.

Kouri sighed. "We worked all this out over dinner, remember? Can we get going?"

"How do we grant wishes?" Suboshi asked.

"Shut your eyes and pray real hard," Amiboshi told him.

"Pray to who?" Suboshi asked. "We're the gods!"

"Oh. Um . . . just shut your eyes and hope?" Amiboshi guessed.

"Sheesh, you guys don't have any idea what you're doing, do you," Kouri said, shaking her head.

"We've never been summoned before!" Amiboshi protested.

"But we've heard all about it," Suboshi reassured them. "Of course, I don't see any Jello yet . . . so we should be okay for now." (Apologies to the DTFC ^.^)

Kouri frowned. "I am NOT one of those hentai fangirls! Obsessed, yes, hentai, no!" She rolled her eyes and smacked Yume, who was laughing at her.

"Oh, that'll reassure them," Kurai said.

"Just make the damned wish!" Urusai said.

"C'mon, we're trying to drag this out as long as possible," Kimura said. "That way, we can torture Anshin longer." She grinned at Anshin, who sweat-dropped.

"I do get Hotohori, right?" she asked nervously. "You promised that if I was a Futago Seishi, I would get Hotohori."

Kouri frowned. "Yeah, but see, I promised Yume the same thing, so she would be a seishi . . . "

Yume cackled. Anshin looked almost as nervous as the twin gods in the center of the circle.

"First wish!" Kouri said. "I think it's time we got around to it, okay?"

"Who's doing this?" Amiboshi asked.

"You can, Aniki," Suboshi told him.

"No, I think you should have the honor," Amiboshi said.

"You're older!"

"But she obviously likes you better!"

Suboshi looked at Kouri, who nodded vehemently. "You're awesome, Shun-chan."

Suboshi hid behind his brother. "Anikiiiii . . . "

"Fine, I'll grant the wish," Amiboshi said.

"Great," Kouri said cheerfully. "Doesn't really matter, as long as the wish gets granted. Soooo . . . bring all the Suzaku Seishi here, plus Nakago, Keisuke, Tetsuya, and Kouji. Oh, wait! Forgot the minor specification. We want two Hotohoris -- one that's eighteen and one that's twenty-one."

Anshin clapped her hands gleefully. "All right!"

Yume giggled. "My idea," she told everyone.

"And while you're at it," Kouri continued, "make Nakago eighteen, so Kurai doesn't end up being jail bait. For very long anyway."

"Who's jail bait?" Kurai asked. "You're the one drooling over a pair of fifteen year olds!"

"Jail bait?" Suboshi asked uneasily.

"Never mind. Just make yourselves seventeen, okay?"

"If you say so," Suboshi said, shaking his head.

"As long as I get Tamahome . . . " Urusai muttered.

Kimura tried to contain her ecstasy. "I get Tasuki, I get Tasuki!"

Chikara shifted from foot to foot. "Kouji better like me . . . "

Kouri snickered. "I'll take care of that, too . . . "

Suboshi cringed.

"Will Nakago still be a bad-ass?" Kurai asked.

Mumei, being unimportant, said nothing.

"Here goes," Amiboshi said, and closed his eyes.

For thirty seconds, nothing happened.

*Aniki, this better work,* Suboshi thought. *I really don't want to get these people annoyed with us . . .*

There were several loud popping sounds. With each one, a person appeared.

Chaos broke loose from it's not-so-tightly-held rein.

"TASUKI!" Kimura screeched.

Kouri grabbed her waist. "If I can't jump Suboshi, you can't jump Tasuki!"

Chikara looked at Kouji. "K-K-K-K-Kouji . . . "

Kurai looked at Nakago. "Wow, he's lots better looking in real life . . . but is he still a bad-ass?"

Urusai stared dreamily at Tamahome.

"Ano," Kouri said, poking her in the shoulder. "There's drool dripping down your chin, Uru-chan."

Urusai nodded.

"Oi, she's far gone," Kouri said, and went back to drooling over her own bishonen.

"Who's far gone?" Kimura asked.

The two Hotohoris were looking at each other, while Anshin and Yume stared at them.

"I'm more beautiful than you," Hotohori 1 said.

"But you're three years younger!" Hotohori 2 said. "I'm more mature!"

"Damn straight," Yume said, smiling up at him.

Anshin's eyes glazed over.

Suboshi goggled. "Wow! You did it, Aniki!"

Amiboshi stared around, wide-eyed. "I'll be damned . . . "

Suboshi laughed. "You're swearing, Aniki! I'm finally having a positive influence on you!"

Kouri giggled. "Second wish!"

"My turn!" Suboshi said.

"Oooookaaay . . . if you want it," Kouri said, smirking, because she knew what the second wish was. "This is a long one, okay? Think you're up for it?"

Suboshi nodded eagerly. "If Aniki can do it, so can I!"

Kouri exchanged an evil glance with Yume and said, "All right then! To begin with, all the people you just summoned here have homes and families -- preferably rich ones -- and a general place in this world, and they have to be real in this world, none of that complicated shit about being reborn and memory globes or being only characters from a book, okay? Oh, and they're all madly in love with the first person who touches them after the wish is granted. This goes for you two, too. Okay?"

Suboshi sweat-dropped.

"You hafta grant it," Kimura said, eyeing Tasuki, who backed away.

"I hate women!"

"We'll fix that later, okay, Kimura-chan?" Kouri said, catching her friend's distressed look.

"This goes for . . . us?" Amiboshi asked nervously.

Kouri nodded. "Hai! The thing about being madly in love doesn't go for the following people, 'cause we don't have matches for them . . . and we don't want them falling in love with the first random person who bumps into them in the street . . . Tetsuya, Mitsukake, Chiriko -- " she shuddered -- "DEFINITELY not Chiriko, and Chichiri. That's it."

Those named sighed in relief.

Kurai opened the door. "Hey, guys? Get in here so you can grab your man!"

"MEN?!" there was a collective shriek.

"They're really here?" Kiri asked, coming in. "Amiboshi . . . "

"Wow . . . " Hikaru whispered, staring starry-eyed at Keisuke.

"NURI-CHAN!!" Sakura said, grabbing Nuriko around the waist.

"Ano, Sakura, that's what we weren't supposed to do," Kouri said.

Nuriko looked frightened. Well, maybe petrified would be a better word . . .

"We haven't even granted the damned wish yet!" Suboshi said.

"But you're going to," Kouri said, sliding a few steps closer to him. "Right?"

Suboshi whimpered.

"You have to," Yume said, grinning at Hotohori 2.

Chikara stepped closer to Kouji, glaring around the room to make sure no one else was near him.

Kurai kept her distance from Nakago. She'd wait until someone answered her question about him being a bad-ass.

Tamahome looked uneasily at the drool dripping down Urusai's chin.

"Okay, are we done with the reactions yet?" Kouri asked.

"We don't have the guys' reactions," Yume said.

"That's because it's the same for all of them! They're all terrified! Can we get going?"

"Good point," Yume answered. She nodded at Suboshi. "Okay, go ahead."

"Fire away, Spazz Boy," Chikara said.

Suboshi reluctantly closed his eyes, trying to ignore the impending sense of doom he had.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and said, "Did it work?"

Yume hesitantly put a hand on Hotohori 2's arm. He blinked a couple of times, then turned to face her.

"It worked," Yume said, cackling at the love-struck look in Hotohori 2's eyes.

"SHUUUUUN-CHAAAAAAN!" Kouri shrieked.

Suboshi had just enough time to squeak, "ANIKI!" before Kouri flung herself at him, knocking him over backwards onto the ground. Kouri didn't mind. She just lay on top of him, resting her head on his chest.

"Weird," Suboshi said. "I have the strangest feeling . . . "

Kouri snickered. "Co-author power . . . "

Meanwhile, Kimura had grabbed Tasuki's wrist. "Tasuki Tasuki Tasuki Tasuki!!!!" She turned to Yume, who was holding Hotohori 2's arm possessively. "I TOUCHED TASUKI!!!"

Tasuki was staring at her dreamily. "How can I be in love? Damn it, I hate women!"

Yume cackled. She was doing that a lot . . . KOURI!

Kouri continued to snicker. "Next victim," she said into Suboshi's shirt.

Amiboshi contemplated his brother's fate in panic and backpedaled as Kiri approached him. "Ano . . . "

"No you don't!" Kiri said, leaping forward and grabbing him by the waist.

"Oh, man . . . " Amiboshi said, feeling his heart drop into his shoes.

Chikara looked at Kouji, then poked his arm timidly, then withdrew her arm quickly. "Um . . . hi?"

Kouji looked at her with wide blue eyes. "I think it worked . . . "

Chikara squealed in delight and flung herself into his arms.

"Ummm . . . ummm . . . " Tamahome's voice started to rise octaves as Urusai started walking towards him, quite sedately, considering the situation.

"Too late!" Urusai said, gleefully glomping onto him.

Glomp?

"Yeah, glomp," Yume said. "That's what it's called when you attach yourself bodily to someone."

Kouri shrugged. "Her word, not mine."

"Are you okay, Nakago-sama?" Kurai asked nervously, tapping Nakago on the shoulder.

Nakago stared at her. "I'm not sure . . . "

"He's not," Kouri said. "But he'll be fine."

Yume nodded. "Don't worry about it."

Kurai smiled. "This is a good fic."

Kouri giggled.

"Why, thank you," Yume said. "We like it too."

"Keisuke-san?" Hikaru asked, sliding her hand into his. "So . . . umm, my name's Hikaru . . . are you falling in love with me yet?"

"Hikaru . . . what a pretty name . . . " Keisuke said.

"Bing!" Yume said, snickering. "Another one bites the dust!"

Anshin spotted Nuriko starting towards Hotohori 1. "Oh, no, you don't!" She overcame her hesitation and grabbed Hotohori 1's arm. "He's MINE!"

"Damn it," Nuriko said in frustration. "Man, my one chance!"

"Don't worry, Nuri-chan!" Sakura said, skipping up to stand beside him. "I'm much more fun than silly old Hotohori."

"HEY!" Yume and Anshin cried in unison.

Hotohori 1 was ignoring everyone else, staring down at Anshin in awe.

Nuriko backed away from Sakura. "Ano . . . um, guys . . . someone help me here . . . "

"Why should we help you?" Tasuki asked, trying to glare at Kimura but failing. "WE all got nailed."

Nuriko continued to back away, looking around at the various couples. Well, they all looked fairly content . . . He looked back at Sakura, then turned around and broke into a run.

Sakura grabbed him by the braid and tugged him backwards, throwing her arms around his neck. "NURI-CHAAAAAAAN!!"

Nuriko toppled over backwards. Sakura crowed in delight and hugged him enthusiastically.

Mitsukake, Chichiri, Chiriko, and Tetsuya sweat-dropped and offered silent thanks that they hadn't been chosen.

A five-minute silence followed while the various couples snuggled, or came as close as possible (example . . . Nakago and Kurai, who were still looking at each other warily).

"Third wish time!" Kouri finally said, sitting up and letting Suboshi sit up dazedly beside her. "Amiboshi, it's your turn, so . . . you'll like this one." She giggled at the panicked look on his face. "No, it's a good one. And come on, you guys . . . did that last one really come out that bad?"

"I liked it," Hotohori 1 said. "It got Nuriko off my back . . . "

Nuriko tried to protest, but just didn't quite have the heart . . . anyway, he was occupied with . . . other things.

"Kouri, you hentai," Yume said, snuggling closer to Hotohori 2.

Kouri stuck her tongue out. "It was your idea to say it."

Yume looked innocent, or came as close as she could, which, in all honesty, wasn't very close.

"Ouch!" Kouri cried, rubbing her shoulder. "What was that for?"

Kiri let go of Amiboshi so he could make the third wish. "Can we get on with things?" she asked, obviously wanting to get it over with so she could tackle him again.

"Okay, this is an easy one," Yume said. "We figured we should make at least one wish for the greater good, and Amiboshi likes this idea anyway, so our third wish is for world peace."

"Hey!" Kouri said. "Who's the Miko here?" She turned to Amiboshi. "Our third wish is for world peace."

"Baka, I just said that!"

Amiboshi's eyes glazed over. "I can bring about world peace? Man, I should've become a deity years ago . . . " He closed his eyes, and world peace became a reality.

"Neato!" Kouri said. "Okay, now for our fourth wish . . . " she began to giggle. "Time for the list. You get to cure all your worst flaws."

Suboshi blinked. "Okay, I guess. Um . . . can you be a little more specific?"

"To begin with . . . Nuriko is no longer okama." Kouri ducked behind Suboshi, hiding from Nuriko and Sakura's death glares. "Tamahome is no longer obsessed with money. Or anything, for that matter, except Urusai." She poked her head out cautiously. "That okay with you, Uru-chan?"

"I have a question," Urusai declared.

"Nani?"

"What does urusai mean?"

Kouri and Yume sweat-dropped. "Um, never mind," Kouri said.

"Aw, man," Tasuki moaned. Kimura grinned up at him. "Well, maybe it won't be soooo bad . . . "

"Fix Nakago's . . . well, his everything."

"Kouri, you're going to die," Kurai said cheerfully.

"You can't kill me," Kouri said. "I'm your Miko, you're supposed to protect me."

"I wasn't talking about me," Kurai said, and pointed at Nakago, whose kokoro was shining a brilliant blue. "I meant him."

Kouri eeped and hid behind Suboshi, who wasn't looking too pleased about the situation either.

"Just make him not be a bad-ass. Okay, Kurai?" Kouri said, wondering if it was safe to come out. "Moving on . . . let's see, Amiboshi doesn't have any flaws . . . at least not any big ones . . . "

Amiboshi grinned at his twin. "What's Suboshi's flaw?"

Suboshi stuck his tongue out. "If you're perfect, so'm I. We're twins, right?" He looked at Kouri. "Right?"

"Ummm . . . " Kouri said, looking at the floor. "You just cure your violent recklessness and then you'll be perfect."

Amiboshi laughed as Suboshi turned scarlet. "Whaddya mean, violent?" He glared at the group as his Ryuuseisui started spinning.

Kouri decided that this would be a good time to step away. "Exactly. Um . . . is that it? Oh, yeah . . . Hotohori's narcissism. Both of them." She looked around. "Did I forget anything?"

"I don't think so," Kimura said cautiously.

"Okay, wish away," Kouri said to Suboshi.

Suboshi closed his eyes. This was getting easier as he got practice at it . . . "Okay, all done."

Kouri started dancing around happily. "I've got my Shun-chan, I've got my Shun-chan, I've got my Shun-chan . . . "

"Yeah, the question is, just what do you have in mind for the poor kid?" Yume asked.

"Like you're not planning to get Hotohori stark ass naked by the end of the day -- "

"Shut the fuck up, you hentai!" Yume said, turning scarlet and launching herself at her sister.

"Ha ha!" Kouri had time to say before Yume crashed into her and they both fell to the ground and the brawl began.

Hotohori 2 raised an eyebrow. "Stark . . . ass . . . naked?" He paused, then suddenly grinned. "I could live with that . . . "

"Hotohori!" Nuriko cried.

Hotohori 1 raised an eyebrow. "Wow, he *is* more mature."

"You know, as mad as she is, you don't hear her denying it . . . " Kurai said, snickering.

"Ummm . . . " Suboshi said, looking over at his brother for help. "Should I be scared?"

"Definitely," Kimura said, from her place in Tasuki's arms. "But I wouldn't worry about it. You're madly in love with her, right?"

"Oh, yeah . . . "

"Besides, worrying won't save your ass an ounce," Tasuki snickered.

"Appropriate choice of words, Tasuki," Nakago remarked.

"Isn't that a little bit hentai for this story?" Kurai asked hesitantly. However, neither of the co-authors were listening, being too busy beating each other up.

"Girls in this world are strange, no da," Chichiri said.

"They go at it just like Tasuki and Tama do," Nuriko said, rolling his eyes.

"HEY!" Tasuki and Tamahome shouted. For once, they opted to gang up on Nuriko instead of pounding each other.

"Tasuki!" Kimura reprimanded. "No fighting!"

Tasuki immediately untangled himself from the mess on the floor. "Okay, Kimura," he sighed. "Whatever you say."

Kimura grinned. She liked this fic.

"Ha ha!" Tamahome said, also getting up. "Gen-chan is whipped, Gen- chan is whipped . . . "

Tasuki looked at Kimura pleadingly. She sighed. "Well, just this once . . . he earned it."

Tasuki cackled and took out his tessen. "One fried Obake-chan . . . coming right up!"

"Hey!" Urusai said, a moment too late. She glared at Kouri and Yume through the smoke. They were laughing hysterically, even in the midst of their brawl. "I'll get you two for that later!"

"This is some world peace you got us, Aniki," Suboshi observed.

"It's not my fault!" Amiboshi protested, rolling his eyes. "It just figures that your Miko would be as spazzy as you."

"Hey!" Suboshi said. "She's our Miko, not just mine!"

Kouri finally quit scuffling with her sister and stood up, latching herself onto Suboshi's arm. "Have we had enough insanity in this yet, Yume- chan?" she asked her sister.

Yume got off the floor and wrapped her arms around Hotohori 2's waist. "Well, I got my bishonen, I'm happy."

"Ano," Chikara said. "We still have two wishes left."

"We'll save 'em for a rainy day," Kouri said. "You never know when shit'll happen."

Nuriko elbowed Tasuki. "Hey, her mouth is as bad as yours. And she's a girl!"

Tasuki glared at him, but Kimura's death grip on his arm kept him from replying further.

"Actually, we just ran out of ideas," Yume said. "How many wishes can you make in one fic?"

"We could always write a sequel . . . " Kouri suggested.

The group as a whole sweat-dropped.

"So what happens now?" Anshin asked, leaning against Hotohori 1.

"We live happily ever after," Yume informed her.

"What else would we do?" Kouri asked.

So they did.

* Author's note: Mumei is Japanese for "anonymous or unknown" This is what happens when you're short a seishi

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