Disclaimer: Nope, no Fushigi Yuugi in my ownership's manual... okay, yeah,
that was pretty lame.
IMPORTANT – This is NOT exactly the same as the one-shot I posted, as a
Christmas Special. There ARE slight differences, mainly dealing with the date
this occurs. If you've read the one shot, I'm sorry for givin' you something
you've already read a part of. (SS:ACS portion begins later in the
Chapter Nine: Suzaku Shichisei! PARTY!
She fought a yawn as she danced with a perfectly nice, perfectly groomed,
perfectly drunk accountant. And accountants who were drunk were perfectly
"So I was sitting there, trying to work out all these tax deductibles, and
three more clients came in—"
Boring. Boring. Boring. And it was all Nuriko's fault, pushing her into his
arms. She glanced around, hunting down that familiar head of purple. Where
So intent was she on finding her friend, that Miaka accepted a sudden change
of partner with an absent smile. The accountant faded into the crowd as two hard
arms pulled her close, and warm breath feathered over her ear. "I think I'm a
li'l tipsy, Mia."
She gasped and turned her head, blinking into warm amber eyes. Her lips
curved into an extremely amused smile at the sight of Angel firmly ensconced on
his shoulder. She was surprised the kitten hadn't fallen off, though...
Her eyes narrowed as she moved closer, sniffing at the cat. "Why does she
smell like beer?" she asked accusingly. Tasuki blinked and turned his head
slowly to ponder the mystery. Then the lightbulb hit.
"Ohhhhh. She drank some, of course," he explained reasonably. As though it
were a perfectly normal thing for a cat to drink alcohol.
She nearly choked, certainly stumbled, at the words. "Oops. Gotta be
careful," he muttered, pulling her closer. Her hands were squished between their
chests as she was nearly plastered against him.
Who has to be careful... me, or him? she thought wryly, shaking her
head slightly in amusement. Although she should probably yell at him for getting
her poor baby drunk, she decided not to. After all, he probably wouldn't really
remember it in the morning.
Sighing, content, she rested her head against his chest and wrapped her arms
slowly around his waist. He dropped his chin to rest against her hair, loose and
flowing. That's what he liked about her—she didn't put on a bunch of gunk to
look pretty. She certainly didn't need it.
"Thanks for saving me from the accountant," she mumbled against his chest.
"No prob. Guy's too perfect for ya anyway. Probably plans every second
o'sex, too." He snorted. "Spontan-eeity's better fer ya."
She rolled her eyes, but had to admit to his assessment of the man. He'd
been wearing a suit and tie at a casual party, after all. And she thought she'd
felt the outline of a toothbrush in his jacket, though she wasn't certain. He
probably brushed and flossed after every meal. Maybe even every drink.
Now, Tasuki wouldn't do such things. He was wonderfully spontaneous. And
he wouldn't make sex a planned event. In fact, he would probably be the
type of guy to pin her up against the counter while she was making dinner. Even
if they'd made love for hours not twenty minutes before...
Miaka! You're not supposed to think of him that way...
A second voice in her head murmured thoughtfully, Why am I
thinking of him this way? ... I loved Taka with heart and soul. I don't think
I'll ever love anyone the same way again. I've never even looked at another
A third voice argued, Taka's been dead for three years. He wouldn't
begrudge you time spent with another man, or even you falling in love with
someone else. And he knows and respects Tasuki, despite their differences.
The first came back with a vengeance. STOP thinking like that, Sukunami
Miaka! No more drinks for you!
"Right," she sighed into his chest, snuggling closer. Nice, warm, hard
chest. Wonderful embrace. Wonderful everything, really. She smiled. It would be
okay to just grab this one dance, after all. They were best friends, and cared
for each other. What was one dance?
Especially as she was only thinking those thoughts because she hadn't been
with a man since Taka. She conveniently ignored the fact that she'd never wanted
to before, either.
"Ouch." She blinked as he stepped on her toes.
"Sorry, Mia-chan," he apologized, loosening his hold slightly. She tightened
"That's fine. Don't let me go, please," she requested. Yes, she would have
this one dance.
He obediently returned her embrace, nuzzling against her hair. Melons?
Well, she likes food. Mmm, and she's warm. Don't make any moves, though. Don't
scare her off. Gotta work on her li'l by li'l. She'll warm up to me soon
enough... she's already starting to, and doesn't even know it yet.
They didn't notice as the slow, moving music switched to a fast techno pace.
They were in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by couples who followed
the tune. Lost in their own little world, they didn't see Yui and Chichiri, or
Shannon and Hotohori, dancing slowly near them.
Nuriko, however, did. She smiled in very real amusement as the faintest idea
came to her mind. Slipping through the crowd, she tapped on Shannon's shoulder.
"Hey, girl, get outta your dream world for a minute!"
The American jerked, and pulled sharply from Andy's embrace, her cheeks red
as she finally noticed the huge difference in songs. "Oh—hi, Nuriko," she
muttered, trying to hide her embarrassment with a glare in her partner's
direction. The man simply smiled at her, gently and warmly.
She flushed hotter and made a vague excuse of thirst before escaping her
humiliation. Nuriko smiled in satisfaction as she grabbed her friend's arm and
pulled him away from the strangers, and the two couples dancing close by. "Hey,
look. I was planning on going over to Miaka's tonight, you know, so she could
get to know me a little better. But I was thinking... I don't think I want to go
alone. The three of them know each other and all, but none of them know me, and
it might get a little... awkward. So I was wondering if you could get Tasuki and
Chichiri to maybe come with you and we could make it into a little party of our
own..." She let the words trail off. As Nuriko was often the first one to
suggest attending or hosting a party, the idea didn't strike him strangely in
"Good idea," he agreed amiably. Of course, the two beers he'd downed earlier
might also be his reason for easily accepting it. "I'll go ask Shan—"
"Hmm, no, maybe I should do that," she interrupted quickly. If he asked her,
there was a high chance of her saying 'no'—vociferously and at the top of her
lungs. His eyes gleamed.
"Don't worry. She won't say no if it's a bet," he pointed out smoothly.
Perhaps he wasn't as affected as she thought.
"A bet?" she echoed, feeling suddenly worried. Sometimes these bets could
get out of hand...
"Yep. Whoever loses buys Christmas dinner. That way we'll all be together
for Christmas." His brows rose wickedly. "You won't be the only girl at the
"Oh, stop that," Nuriko snapped, though she wasn't nearly as annoyed as she
played out to be. It was a very good idea—though she wasn't so certain she could
afford to feed everyone for Christmas.
Before she could voice her misgivings, he'd sauntered off.
And what kind of bet was it going to be, anyway? She felt suddenly nervous.
Knowing him, it would be girls against guys. And he could come up with some of
the oddest terms. As long as it wasn't dancing naked in this room, with all
these strangers, though...
She grimaced, remembering a dare that had been made once, very similar to
this one. She'd refused adamantly. It was surprising that someone as innately
courteous as Hotohori could have such an odd quirk.
Shaking her head at herself, she glanced over at the two couples. They were
still dancing obliviously, though that was about to be broken, considering
Shannon rushing over to them with an angry glint in her eye. And her stride was
That man certainly moved fast. She grinned and made her entrance as the
three girls began to talk fervently. Chichiri and Tasuki were being dragged to
the side by Andy and Mitsukake.
"I think I prefer the all-night with pajamas," Miaka was saying quickly.
"I'm definitely not playing strip poker or walking into a busy store with only
lingerie. It's less embarrassing."
"I agree!" Yui said anxiously. "I just couldn't do the others... oh,
Shannon, why did you have to put us in this position anyway?"
"It's all his fault!" the accused protested quickly. "Besides, if we win,
they get to buy us Christmas dinner."
"I think I like the all-night/pajamas choice, too," Nuriko offered, stepping
in to complete the semicircle. She smiled brightly at Shannon. "You can't leave
me out of this!"
"Of course not," Miaka laughed, pulling on a long violet braid. "We'd never
hear the end of it!"
"The only problem with the all-nighter is that our dates are buying the
pajamas we're going to wear," Shannon pointed out with a sigh. "I guess you're
right though. It's definitely the least embarrassing..."
"Nuuuriiiiiiikooooooooooooooooooo," Miaka groaned. "I am not wearing this
"Oh, come on—it looks adorable. And it's in your favorite color, though I
just don't see how a redhead should be able to pull it off. Though it is a
little lame, wearing red during Christmas season." The purple-haired seishi
tilted her head thoughtful as she looked said girl over. "Really, Mia-chan, have
you been eating a little much? Is that just a bit of pudge—right there?" A
slender finger reached out to poke her in the hip. For her efforts, she received
a Death Glare.
Short, sweet, and to the point, Nuriko mused. "I know Tasuki would love to
see you in it." Slyly.
"For the fifteenth time today, we are not like that!" Miaka yelled.
"I don't get where you're getting these ideas, for crying out loud! Yui, stop
laughing and tell her to go out and buy me something less... less..."
"I think the word you mean is more," the blonde giggled. "Certainly you
don't want to wear less than what you are right now. Though I admit, the color
is blinding—maybe a little bit less of that."
"The color is the only thing I like about it!" her friend groused,
crossing her arms over her chest and pouting.
"Oh please—Nuriko and I show more than you do," Shannon scoffed. "At least
your legs are covered, though those hideous toes... what on Earth made you wear
orange polish?" The raven-clad girl sauntered over, arching a brow inquiringly
at her friend. Miaka bared her teeth.
"I like the color," she retorted with mock irritation. She took another
glance in the mirror and sighed. "Why on Earth did we take that bet, Yui?"
"Because they were smart enough to make Andy Wong put it to Shannon," came
the cheerful answer. Despite its complete validity—no, certainly because of
it—she, too, received a Death Glare, though from a different person than Nuriko
had. "Oh, come on, you know it's true. If Hotohori dares you to do anything, you
snap it right up—"
"So that I can show him what an insignificant ass he is!" The dark-haired
girl sniffed and tossed her hair, miffed. "Really, he has such a huge ego,
and... and..." her fingers twitched.
"And he's in love with Miaka?" Yui slipped in quickly.
"That too—hey!" The American looked around, an embarrassed flush coloring
her cheeks. "I mean..."
"Don't worry." The redhead smiled kindly, reaching out to hug her shoulders.
"It's good that he's paying attention to you. I could never be for him what he
wants me to be."
"I know." She sighed and lowered her head slightly, shoulders slumping. "And
I'm never going to be what you are for him—not that it matters," she added
hastily, suddenly straightening. Three pairs of knowing looks locked on her.
"Really! It doesn't. I've only known him a couple days, for crying out loud!"
"Methinks she protesteth too much...eth." Miaka frowned. "Oh, shoot, I
always mess up Old English."
"Methinks she doth protest too much," Yui grinned. Her best friend rolled
"Sure, sure, one-up the redhead... You've got to be the only smart blonde in
America, Hongo Yui!"
"Now, now. Chiriko is pretty intelligent too," Nuriko pointed out, plaiting
her hair into its usual braid. "Too bad he isn't here tonight, or we could have
fun playing Cranium."
"What's Cranium? Oh, wait, it's that one... uh, with the four categories
with questions and stuff, right?" Shannon tilted her head slightly. "I used to
play that in high school with my English teacher! It was fun, but it takes
hours to win."
"I'm at a disadvantage in America," Yui replied primly. All three women
rolled their eyes this time.
"Modesty doesn't become you, Hongo Yui!"
"Neither does it become you, Yuuki Miaka!" the blonde mocked. "So just wear
it, will you?" She pointed to the crimson pajamas with a pointed look.
"You only feel safe saying that because you are comfortably covered."
She pouted. It wasn't fair that Yui had been bought pajamas with a button-up,
overly-long-sleeved shirt in addition to the loose pants. And they were blue
velvet—she would be warm. Miaka, on the other hand...
"Please," Nuriko sniffed. "You've shown more with regular clothes than you
are with those."
That was true. Really, the outfit was quite similar to her favorite pair of
red cotton pajamas... but these were silk, and just a tad skimpier. She looked
down dubiously to poke her belly button. "I've never shown my stomach to public
before," she half-whined, knowing that she would wear this out there,
whether she liked it or not. Tasuki had bought it for her, and rules were that
they wore what their dates bought them.
Shannon, of course, had the worst end of the deal, being paired with
Hotohori. And Mitsukake, it seemed, had been shopping with Andy, if Nuriko's
outfit was any judge. They both were clad in lingerie that had to be taken
straight off the Victoria's Secret cover, and only barely covered the
essentials. How they managed to have the courage to walk out there, she would
And how the men had been able to buy pajamas, in their exact sizes, at ten
at night was a mystery as well.
Thinking about it, though... Nuriko was hardly shy, and none of the men were
ones she had romantic interest in. Though sometimes she would glance at Andy in
a certain way reminiscent of Nuriko from the book. Either way, she would saunter
out there with courage and flair, as in everything else she did.
Shannon... Miaka's eyes narrowed as she studied the American. She would walk
out there defiant. That was it. The lingerie was nothing more than
another dare, and she went through every dare without flinching. (In the space
of seven days, there had been at least ten dares; she'd never expected the
emperor to be capable of such a thing... but perhaps Shannon had that effect on
him. Certainly he wasn't different with anyone else! Except maybe Nuriko,
judging by her complete acceptance of the entire thing.)
Me, on the other hand... I'm going to turn as red as my pajamas as soon
as Tasuki looks at me. Sure, it's one thing to sleep on your best friend in
them, but this? Oh Lord, I'm going to die of humiliation. She shook her head
slightly. "So we have to get through this entire night until noon tomorrow
without sleeping, right? That's all the dare is?"
"Pretty simple, compared to the others," Yui noted thoughtfully. Shannon
"Not as simple as you'd think. He knows I had no sleep last night." Dark
eyes hardened. "I'm still going to win, though. He gets sleepy after drinking."
"Hey! I thought I said there wasn't going to be any alcohol tonight!"
Miaka yelped. "I don't want this place smelling like cheap beer!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure he only bought the best," Nuriko smirked. She
received her second Death Glare of the night and only blinked, completely
"I'm going to kill them," her priestess growled.
"Don' think thaz right," Miaka slurred, falling slowly to her side. She
bumped up against Mitsukake's shoulder, apologized, straightened, and started
falling to her other side. When she bumped up against Tasuki, he simply dragged
her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and thanked him prettily.
"What isn't right?" Shannon queried, swirling her glass idly. She had to be
the only sober person in the room, but—the ex-bandit's eyes narrowed
slightly—there was some glaze in her eyes. Perhaps she wasn't as sober as she
managed to seem.
"Strip poker... aren't y..y..yooooouuu," she concentrated on her words,
"s'posed to strip before play?" She paused, and added slowly, "ing pow-ker."
Then she hiccupped. Tasuki winced as the top of her head bumped against his
"No, no, after playing poker..." The American's brow knitted.
"Like her idea," Andy piped up—unsurprisingly. Shannon glared at him.
"We're not playing strip poker." Yui managed to sound as cool and collected
as usual, though she swayed slightly.
"I d—" Andy began, only to have a hand slapped over his mouth. Nuriko glared
"No more dares." Her stern words were belied by the sudden giggle
erupting from her. "Did 'nuff damage... wif dares."
Everyone had been forced to down two cans of beer because of Andy daring
Shannon—who wouldn't do it alone. Now at least twenty cans were spilled all over
"Dares don' cause injuries," Mitsukake mumbled, taking her words a little
too literally. He was sprawled against the couch, a can of beer resting on his
belly. The picture of her quiet, strong, responsible healer in that position
caused Miaka to fall off Tasuki's lap, laughing hysterically.
Nuriko crawled toward her and tripped as her knee caught on her hair. She
swore half-heartedly and tried again, finally managing to rest her head on the
redhead's leg. "Tired... sleepy," she mumbled.
"No sleep!" Yui said suddenly, panicked. "Can't sleep... lose bet." Her wide
blue eyes blinked slowly. "Too bright," she mumbled suddenly, obviously having
lost her train of thought. She brightened suddenly and stood slowly, tottering
to the light switch. She flicked it off.
Being after midnight, the room was dark. The only illumination came from the
four-foot fake tree in one corner of the room, multicolored lights radiant and
in a state of constant change.
All eight people in the room fell to awed silence as they stared at the
tree, a vision much more amazing in their drunken states. Chichiri was the first
to speak, though he'd been silent most of the afternoon. "Hot'hori... she's on
my other side," he mumbled.
The former pop star mumbled a garbled thanks, just moments before Shannon
shrieked. "Ohmigodthattickles... who the hell is touching my thigh?" A pause,
then a bewildered, "My arm's too heavy to move..."
A grunt, though Miaka couldn't tell who it came from. Then, "Sorry—was
laying on it." She squinted, able to see shapes now that her eyes had adjusted.
That deep voice was probably Mitsukake's.
She squeaked as someone's hand flailed against her, grabbing onto a very
female portion of her anatomy. "Oops—Mia, s'rry," Nuriko muttered, though her
grip tightened as she tried to sit up. Tears came to the redhead's eyes.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" she half-shouted, smacking her friend's hand
away. Then two more hands were moving over her back.
"Where's it hurt, honey? I'll help—"
When those hands began to move to her front, she slapped whoever it was
behind her. The voice had been nearly unrecognizable, as soft and slurred as it
was. But a growled, "Andy, get your hands off my friend," told her all she
needed to know.
"HOTOHORI NO HENTAI!" she screamed, and bolted forward, tripping over
Nuriko's still-prone form. She squeaked and closed her eyes tightly, waiting to
feel the floor hit her nose any moment.
It didn't happen. She pried her eyes open slowly, realizing then that
someone had lifted her up. And now she was being pulled into a nice, warm
embrace... she snuggled close with a little purr. Very nice. Very warm.
Why was the world shaking?
Oh, of course. She was being rocked like a baby. Miaka nuzzled against a
shoulder, wrapping her arms around the unknown person's waist. Very comfortable.
The squeaks going around the room didn't register through her happy haze.
"Ohmigod stop doin' what you're doin', Andy!"
"Ahh! Whose hand is that on my—Chiri? Why is your head here?"
"Fell—too tired to move. But I'm moving... umm. What are you doing?"
"I'm not doing—OW! Who pulled my hair?"
"Sorry Yui—ow, Andy, get your hands off my breasts or I will hurt you!"
"Oh, is that what these are... sorry, Sharon..."
"Shannon, damm—gah! Mitsukake?! Pervert!"
"Sorry—huh. What's this..."
"Mitsukake, you're a great date, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna fall into bed
with you." Miaka stirred as Nuriko's voice, different from the others, woke her.
She'd spoken smoothly, calmly, without the urgency/annoyance/fury of the others.
"Oops, sorry Riko."
"Umm... Andy? You can get off me now."
"...Shan, can you get Chichiri off?"
Miaka blinked as the words finally registered. What the hell—she shifted and
shook her head. Really, they could at least get their own rooms to do what they
were doing. Just wrong to do it in public.
The lights suddenly blinked on, causing more than one groan of pain. Very
slowly, she raised her head to look around the room.
There was an odd tangle on the floor just two feet away from her couch. It
looked like Andy was sprawled on Shannon—sleeping? Definitely sleeping. His eyes
Then again, the American's were too. And her hands were very gently stroking
And Chichiri was—good Lord.
"Wow, didn't know you were kinky, Chiri!"
Tasuki's cheerful voice boomed in her ear, and she winced slightly as she
stared in fascination. Yui was sprawled on her stomach, and Chichiri was laying
on top of her. That had to be what was called a 'compromising position', even if
they DID have their clothes on.
"He's... heavy," Yui puffed.
Miaka looked around for the other two. Mitsukake was safely ensconced on the
armchair, looking around with vague amusement. And Nuriko was—at that damned
light switch. Evil woman.
"My eyes are throbbing," she grumbled. The purple-haired seishi snickered.
Oh, if they were all accounted for then—it was Tasuki's lap she was in. Very
slowly, she raised her head to blink into cloudy eyes. "'Ello," she offered
"Just friends, eh, Mia?" Nuriko was... smirking?
"Huh?" Miaka responded cleverly.
"Well, let's see... one hand on your butt, other between—"
"TASUKI NO HENTAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tasuki winced slightly as Miaka's voice aggravated his god-forsaken
"Feeling bad, are we?" she inquired with deadly sweetness. He pulled a
pillow over his ear.
Laughing unkindly, she sat on the edge of her bed, watching the man
occupying it with the faintest of smiles on her face. She was still drunk, the
women having stayed up a little later than the men. "You owe me dinner," she
pointed out gleefully. He threw out his arm, searching for another pillow to put
over his ear. Giggling, Miaka collapsed on the bed behind him, snuggling up to
his back warmly. "We're all gonna go to the China Star."
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmf." He turned onto his back with a sigh, wincing at the
pain throbbing behind his right eye. Damn, who was it that had given him the
She rested her head on his shoulder and inched closer, yawning. "I'm tired,"
she admitted. His eyebrow twitched; it took too much energy to lift it entirely.
"'M gonna sleep with you. Riko an' Shan an' Yui crowded th'other bed."
Why were they—oh. The other men had taken over Yui's bed. Tasuki had his own
thanks to him being the last man to sleep. "Umm," he finally said.
"Sorry for hitting you. Know you didn't mean to put your hand there," she
yawned. "Wasn't s'bad anyway." He grunted. "Sleepy... 'sit cold?"
She pulled away briefly to burrow under the covers, then threw her arm over
his chest and snuggled closely once again. "Ni' Tasu-chan."
Carefully, he placed his arm around her, pulling her close. "Night, love,"
he whispered. Only her even breathing answered; she'd fallen asleep.
CJ's Blurb: Hewwo ^_^ The offer from the standalone stands here as
well; the first person to guess correctly *who* says *what* during the
'lights-out' scene will be given a cameo! -grin- Anyway, I'm sorry for the long
wait. This chapter is slightly longer to make up for it, even though most of it
was already posted in the standalone. :p This chapter was a little hard to write
because, well, I've already written it .;; but ah well. Hope you all
enjoyed. Told you the Christmas special would be out by the end of the week.
It's only 2:11am!
KittyLynne: I was waiting for your review of
the standalone to figure out if it would fit well enough in FW! Hehe, glad you
thought it did though, because I REALLY wanted to put it in. It was the most fun
chapter to actually write! ;) Anyway, YAY FOR REVIEW! I love getting your
reviews. I hope you read chapter seven, too, since you didn't mention it in your
review o.o;; not sure if you missed it or not. Anyway! I hope this chapter meets
with your approval. *grins* Miaka's slowly coming out of her oblivious state,
and Yui and Chichiri have a nice vague little moment in here! :P Of course
Nuriko's the one to start all the trouble *rolls her eyes at everyone's favorite
crossdressing seishi* Silly woman!
You're welcome for the shout-out and credit. You so deserve it. -nods
firmly!- And thank you for noticing the typo *winces* I hate making typos. I
normally realize when I do it, too. *sighs* Getting me worried about what other
typos I've missed. I don't check over my own chapters. I just post after I
write, because I miss everything when I look them over anyway. =P I hope your
holiday has been wonderful! It sounds like it has, since you've been so busy. Or
it could mean the opposite, but hey, I'm an optimist! -grins-
*much huggles for KL for letting her into Banditscribe, too!* ^_^ *bounces
around her in kitten form, batting at her hair*
Please read and review,
everyone! ^_^ Tell me what you think.