A Oneway Ticket to America
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author's notes: hee hee hee, blackmail....
"..." - English speech
/.../ - Japanese speech
~...~ - thoughts
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Chichiri's leg bounced up and down in nervousness. Tamahome seemed rather intersted in the two lesbians getting married at that moment, while Nuriko was just happy for a "vacation" in Vermont. Tasuki looked worried and impaitent at the same time- they were the next ones to get married after all.
/Aiya... Chiri-chaaan... aren't you excited?/ Nuriko asked in Japanese, patting his shoulder happily.
/Why would I be excited?/
/You're getting married...!/
/I WAS getting married even BEFORE all this happened!/ Chichiri snapped.
Nuriko blinked, and faked a choked sob, turning away and making a scene. Tasuki seemed to wake up from where ever he was. He shook his head and stared at the purple haired man. /Nani... Nuriko?/
/Chichiri doesn't want to marr--/
The two men jumped on the smaller one and cried, /Shhhh!/
Chichiri looked at them and blushed a bright shade of red. "Aiya... I mean... na no da... Look, it's our turn, come on now Tasuki no da!" he rambled.
Tamahome's eyes followed the two lesbian's out the door. "Hey... uh guys... can I--?"
"Tama! Be nice!" Nuriko scolded, hitting him in the face.
Tasuki and Chichiri shuffled up to the justice of the peace and stood across from each other, their heads bowed. Chichiri could have sworn he saw a small smile on the firey haired man's lips. The justice started talking, and quickly he found his mind wandering to other things...
~Why... am I doing this?~
~Ah! All my work!~
~I shouldn't be here... I have so many things to do.~
Somewhere in there he said, "I do."
~Oh... Kouran... I miss you...!~
~Hmm... I suppose Tasuki IS kinda...~
"With this ring... I thee wed..." he half heard from the justice of the peace.
Chichiri looked up, obviously confused. "Rin--"
"I got them right here Chichiri," Tasuki said with a smile, holding up two silver bands. He took the older man's smaller hand into his own and slipped on the ring, surprised to find it actually fit. He blinked for a moment, before quickly shaking his head and giving Chichiri the other ring.
The justice looked back and forth between them and continued, "Chichiri, if you will."
He blinked and nearly dropped the ring. "Huh?"
Nuriko smacked his forehead.
/Chichiri... just put the ring on my finger, okay?/ Tasuki said, holding out his hand.
/Uh... Hai.../ He stuttered through the words and pushed the ring onto Tasuki's right ring finger. ~I can't believe I'm going through with this! Am I insane?~ he thought as the justice continued.
"By the state of Vermont, I now pronounce you life partners. You may kiss... and sign the marriage contract," he said, holding up a peice of paper.
Chichiri's mind was in a state of shock. ~Kiss? kiss? Is he crazy?~
"Sir," Tasuki said, trying to take the edge off his accent, "my Chichiri is quite shy when if comes to kissing in public. Is it alright if we don't?"
"I'm sure it's just fine," the justice said, holding out the marriage contract and a pen. They got the picture and quickly left their signatures, Kou Tasuki and Li Chichiri. Nuriko stood up and started clapping his hands. Tasuki grapped Chichiri's hand, and gave him a quick wink. The older one blinked and was suddenly being dragged towards the exit, tripping over his own feet as he tried to maintain a normal pace.
"Well Tama? What are you waiting for?" Nuriko asked, running after the newly married couple.
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Chichiri pulled off the ring. "Well that was embarrassing no da..." he said with a heavy sigh.
"I think it was sweet!"
"Only you would say that,' Tamahome said, counting out his money. "Look... I have more than enough here for us to stay in a hotel for at least three days... but how are you guys going to pay me back?"
"You know I can no da."
"Me too!" Nuriko chirped.
All eyes landed on Tasuki. "I-- uh--"
"It's okay, I'll pay for him too no da," Chichiri spoke up.
"Eh? Will ya?"
He shrugged. "We're... what... 'married' now, aren't we?"
"I guess we are..."
Nuriko grabbed both men into a crushing embrace. "I'm so jealous! I want a husband too!!"
/Ite... let go Nuriko!/ Tasuki groaned. Tamahome tried very hard not to laugh as their extremely strong friend squeezed all the breath out of the newly married couple. He, however, failed horribly and had doubled over in laughter moments later. Unfortunately for him, he also fell over laughing as Nuriko let go of the two.
"Find us funny, Tama?" Tasuki growled, cracking his knuckles.
"Uhm...." Tamahome stood up and brushed off his shirt. "Yes?"
"Alright that's it!" Tasuki was just about to grab the guy by the shirt but they were apart by the Chichiri and Nuriko.
"Calm down no da!"
"Yeah, do your fighting somewhere private!"
The two men pulled free from the other men and glared at each other. Chichiri sighed and rubbed his forehead in thought. "You know, we can just head home at this rate... what time is it Nuriko?"
"8:00," the purple haired man replied, brushing back a few locks of hair.
"Sounds good to me," Tamahome agreed, "I promised to call Miaka tonight anyway. She wants to drag me to Harvard Square tomorrow."
Nuriko stiffled a laugh, as he wound his arm around Chichiri's. "Let me guess," he said with a grin, "she wants to go shopping, right?"
Tamahome sighed.
"Nuriko, will you let go?" Chichiri asked quietly, staring at his arm. Nuriko obliged and slid out of the crook of his arm.
/You know, if we head home now, we should get back around 11,/ Tasuki noted, staring up at the night sky, however his gaze slid over to his new "husband" and his best friend. Chichiri tossed his keys up in the air casually. "Alright then," he said with a grin, "it's settled. We're heading home no da. I've always been more comfortable in my own bed anyway, na no da."
The small Toyota Camry beeped when the blue haired man pressed the buttons on the control. "Okay, everyone in," he said with a heavy yawn.
Tasuki stayed behind as Tamahome and Nuriko climbed into the car. /Chichiri-san, you okay? You seem kind of tired,/ he said, looking him over.
"I'm alright no da," he said, opening the driver's door. "Nuriko, are you in the back?"
/Haaaaaiii!!/ the purple haired man chirped, waving a hand.
"Tamahome too?"
"Yeah."
"Looks like I got shotgun," Tasuki said, sliding into the front seat. Chichiri sighed and rested his head against the roof of his car. "Great," he said, his voice heavy. The firey haired foreinger caught those words just before Chichiri got into the car. He felt himself grow quiet, and for the first time he decided to be polite and not disturb him.
After about and hour on the road, Nuriko managed to fall asleep, the noisy car gradually growing more silent. Tamahome seemed to doze off shortly after, leaving Tasuki and Chichiri alone to talk, unfortunately the car still remained just as quiet. Finally the blue haired man spoke up in Japanese, /Tasuki-san, perhaps you'd like to explain your plan to me again?/
Tasuki looked up from his cellphone. /Plan?/ he repeated, not realizing how foolish he sounded.
/Yes, plan, how we're going to pass off as married./
/Oh... that... well it's easy. Tomorrow I'll move in with you, unless you want to move into my apartment--/
/No, I think my house is fine./
/Alright. So it's like this, I'll move in with you and apply for a green card and everything... unfortunately the goverment's probably going to be checking up on me.. mostly because marriages like this are fake--/
/This is fake!/
/I know... but... they don't have to know that! Just play along, and after many 6 months or a year, we'll get divorced! I'll find someone else and then it'll be alright!/ Tasuki threw his arms up in mock rejoicing, but he quickly brought them back down after feeling Chichiri's eyes slide towards him. /Anyway,/ he continued, /that's my plan./
/Just a year? At the most?/
/Hopefully./
Chichiri sighed and stopped at the light, already an hour into Boston. He took a few turns in silence before saying quietly, "This is what I get for being too nice no da."
Tasuki grinned. "Yes, I'll admit, ya sure are pretty nice."
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author's notes: WRITER'S BLOCK TO THE SUPREME! What am I supposed to do about this horrible chapter? Anyway... I think blackmail works. Please review or Chapter 4 will not appear on FF.net ever!
BWAHAHAHAAHAH!!! Review! Review! And leave a name if you want to work with Chichiri, Nuriko or Tamahome! ^_^ AS LONG as the name isn't stupid like, "Tamahome's Master's Younger Cousin" or something like that, you know the drill.
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author's notes: hee hee hee, blackmail....
"..." - English speech
/.../ - Japanese speech
~...~ - thoughts
~*~
Chichiri's leg bounced up and down in nervousness. Tamahome seemed rather intersted in the two lesbians getting married at that moment, while Nuriko was just happy for a "vacation" in Vermont. Tasuki looked worried and impaitent at the same time- they were the next ones to get married after all.
/Aiya... Chiri-chaaan... aren't you excited?/ Nuriko asked in Japanese, patting his shoulder happily.
/Why would I be excited?/
/You're getting married...!/
/I WAS getting married even BEFORE all this happened!/ Chichiri snapped.
Nuriko blinked, and faked a choked sob, turning away and making a scene. Tasuki seemed to wake up from where ever he was. He shook his head and stared at the purple haired man. /Nani... Nuriko?/
/Chichiri doesn't want to marr--/
The two men jumped on the smaller one and cried, /Shhhh!/
Chichiri looked at them and blushed a bright shade of red. "Aiya... I mean... na no da... Look, it's our turn, come on now Tasuki no da!" he rambled.
Tamahome's eyes followed the two lesbian's out the door. "Hey... uh guys... can I--?"
"Tama! Be nice!" Nuriko scolded, hitting him in the face.
Tasuki and Chichiri shuffled up to the justice of the peace and stood across from each other, their heads bowed. Chichiri could have sworn he saw a small smile on the firey haired man's lips. The justice started talking, and quickly he found his mind wandering to other things...
~Why... am I doing this?~
~Ah! All my work!~
~I shouldn't be here... I have so many things to do.~
Somewhere in there he said, "I do."
~Oh... Kouran... I miss you...!~
~Hmm... I suppose Tasuki IS kinda...~
"With this ring... I thee wed..." he half heard from the justice of the peace.
Chichiri looked up, obviously confused. "Rin--"
"I got them right here Chichiri," Tasuki said with a smile, holding up two silver bands. He took the older man's smaller hand into his own and slipped on the ring, surprised to find it actually fit. He blinked for a moment, before quickly shaking his head and giving Chichiri the other ring.
The justice looked back and forth between them and continued, "Chichiri, if you will."
He blinked and nearly dropped the ring. "Huh?"
Nuriko smacked his forehead.
/Chichiri... just put the ring on my finger, okay?/ Tasuki said, holding out his hand.
/Uh... Hai.../ He stuttered through the words and pushed the ring onto Tasuki's right ring finger. ~I can't believe I'm going through with this! Am I insane?~ he thought as the justice continued.
"By the state of Vermont, I now pronounce you life partners. You may kiss... and sign the marriage contract," he said, holding up a peice of paper.
Chichiri's mind was in a state of shock. ~Kiss? kiss? Is he crazy?~
"Sir," Tasuki said, trying to take the edge off his accent, "my Chichiri is quite shy when if comes to kissing in public. Is it alright if we don't?"
"I'm sure it's just fine," the justice said, holding out the marriage contract and a pen. They got the picture and quickly left their signatures, Kou Tasuki and Li Chichiri. Nuriko stood up and started clapping his hands. Tasuki grapped Chichiri's hand, and gave him a quick wink. The older one blinked and was suddenly being dragged towards the exit, tripping over his own feet as he tried to maintain a normal pace.
"Well Tama? What are you waiting for?" Nuriko asked, running after the newly married couple.
~*~
Chichiri pulled off the ring. "Well that was embarrassing no da..." he said with a heavy sigh.
"I think it was sweet!"
"Only you would say that,' Tamahome said, counting out his money. "Look... I have more than enough here for us to stay in a hotel for at least three days... but how are you guys going to pay me back?"
"You know I can no da."
"Me too!" Nuriko chirped.
All eyes landed on Tasuki. "I-- uh--"
"It's okay, I'll pay for him too no da," Chichiri spoke up.
"Eh? Will ya?"
He shrugged. "We're... what... 'married' now, aren't we?"
"I guess we are..."
Nuriko grabbed both men into a crushing embrace. "I'm so jealous! I want a husband too!!"
/Ite... let go Nuriko!/ Tasuki groaned. Tamahome tried very hard not to laugh as their extremely strong friend squeezed all the breath out of the newly married couple. He, however, failed horribly and had doubled over in laughter moments later. Unfortunately for him, he also fell over laughing as Nuriko let go of the two.
"Find us funny, Tama?" Tasuki growled, cracking his knuckles.
"Uhm...." Tamahome stood up and brushed off his shirt. "Yes?"
"Alright that's it!" Tasuki was just about to grab the guy by the shirt but they were apart by the Chichiri and Nuriko.
"Calm down no da!"
"Yeah, do your fighting somewhere private!"
The two men pulled free from the other men and glared at each other. Chichiri sighed and rubbed his forehead in thought. "You know, we can just head home at this rate... what time is it Nuriko?"
"8:00," the purple haired man replied, brushing back a few locks of hair.
"Sounds good to me," Tamahome agreed, "I promised to call Miaka tonight anyway. She wants to drag me to Harvard Square tomorrow."
Nuriko stiffled a laugh, as he wound his arm around Chichiri's. "Let me guess," he said with a grin, "she wants to go shopping, right?"
Tamahome sighed.
"Nuriko, will you let go?" Chichiri asked quietly, staring at his arm. Nuriko obliged and slid out of the crook of his arm.
/You know, if we head home now, we should get back around 11,/ Tasuki noted, staring up at the night sky, however his gaze slid over to his new "husband" and his best friend. Chichiri tossed his keys up in the air casually. "Alright then," he said with a grin, "it's settled. We're heading home no da. I've always been more comfortable in my own bed anyway, na no da."
The small Toyota Camry beeped when the blue haired man pressed the buttons on the control. "Okay, everyone in," he said with a heavy yawn.
Tasuki stayed behind as Tamahome and Nuriko climbed into the car. /Chichiri-san, you okay? You seem kind of tired,/ he said, looking him over.
"I'm alright no da," he said, opening the driver's door. "Nuriko, are you in the back?"
/Haaaaaiii!!/ the purple haired man chirped, waving a hand.
"Tamahome too?"
"Yeah."
"Looks like I got shotgun," Tasuki said, sliding into the front seat. Chichiri sighed and rested his head against the roof of his car. "Great," he said, his voice heavy. The firey haired foreinger caught those words just before Chichiri got into the car. He felt himself grow quiet, and for the first time he decided to be polite and not disturb him.
After about and hour on the road, Nuriko managed to fall asleep, the noisy car gradually growing more silent. Tamahome seemed to doze off shortly after, leaving Tasuki and Chichiri alone to talk, unfortunately the car still remained just as quiet. Finally the blue haired man spoke up in Japanese, /Tasuki-san, perhaps you'd like to explain your plan to me again?/
Tasuki looked up from his cellphone. /Plan?/ he repeated, not realizing how foolish he sounded.
/Yes, plan, how we're going to pass off as married./
/Oh... that... well it's easy. Tomorrow I'll move in with you, unless you want to move into my apartment--/
/No, I think my house is fine./
/Alright. So it's like this, I'll move in with you and apply for a green card and everything... unfortunately the goverment's probably going to be checking up on me.. mostly because marriages like this are fake--/
/This is fake!/
/I know... but... they don't have to know that! Just play along, and after many 6 months or a year, we'll get divorced! I'll find someone else and then it'll be alright!/ Tasuki threw his arms up in mock rejoicing, but he quickly brought them back down after feeling Chichiri's eyes slide towards him. /Anyway,/ he continued, /that's my plan./
/Just a year? At the most?/
/Hopefully./
Chichiri sighed and stopped at the light, already an hour into Boston. He took a few turns in silence before saying quietly, "This is what I get for being too nice no da."
Tasuki grinned. "Yes, I'll admit, ya sure are pretty nice."
***
author's notes: WRITER'S BLOCK TO THE SUPREME! What am I supposed to do about this horrible chapter? Anyway... I think blackmail works. Please review or Chapter 4 will not appear on FF.net ever!
BWAHAHAHAAHAH!!! Review! Review! And leave a name if you want to work with Chichiri, Nuriko or Tamahome! ^_^ AS LONG as the name isn't stupid like, "Tamahome's Master's Younger Cousin" or something like that, you know the drill.