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Poker Night
By "Kiku"

 

Poker Night


Nakago regarded his opponents coolly. They surrounded him completely, but they posed no great threat; he would enjoy picking them off one by one. The Suzaku seishi were so weak-even his Seiryuu seishi were weak when compared with him. They would be pathetically easy to defeat.

Nakago permitted himself one smug grin before determining each one's fa-

"Oi! Are you going to sit there all day! Just tell me if you want in or out!"

Nakago glared at the loud-mouthed Suzaku seishi. "I'm in," he said in the most evil manner he could.

"I'm in." Kourin chuckled evilly, and very out of character. Let's see you jerks beat a straight flush. That'll teach you for restraining me when I was just trying to protect my poor Oniisan.

"Me too." Priya crossed her fingers and toes, praying to all four gods that she got the card she needed.

After everyone had bet or folded, Tamahome dealt the cards.

"Oi, Tasuki, want a card?"

Tasuki nodded, his face a mask of intense concentration. "Hit me," he said.

Nuriko's arm twitched involuntarily. Fortunately for Tasuki, the NFC was currently attached to his various body parts, which prevented him from acting on instinct.

He picked up his card and his face sank.

"I fold," Nuriko declared.

"Who else is out?" Tamahome asked.

Mitsukake looked at his hand. It wasn't a bad hand. He decided to go for it. Maybe he could win something back. He looked at Tama-neko. The two nodded at each other.

"I'm in."

Suboshi stared at his hand and shivered slightly. If he could just win a couple of pieces of clothing back-even his shirt would be fine. He'd only joined this game because he might get to see Yui nude. Unfortunately, Yui was winning and was currently in possession of at least two sets of clothing. She just had to go and ask Kichiri to teach her and Miaka to play, he thought miserably.

"Oi! Yo-yo boy! You in or out?"

Suboshi shot a death glare at Tamahome. "I'm in." He wondered briefly if he separated the strands in his headband they would be considered separate articles of clothing.

Amiboshi glanced over at his twin. He had considered offering to give some clothes to Shunkaku, but he wasn't doing so well himself. Thankfully, Sailo people dressed in several layers of clothing so he still had a lot to bargain with.

Not only that, but he had the makings of a very nice straight flush. "I'm in," he announced.

Chiriko joined in, as well as Kristi and Priya, who were too busy drooling over Tasuki and Kouji to feel cold. Kouji folded and went over to talk to his Miko and give her some more poker tips.

Yui and Miaka were doing surprisingly well for their first poker game and both took another card from Tamahome. Yui had to shush Miaka as her friend picked up her card.

"I'm in," Suzaku no Miko squealed. Yui rolled her eyes at her friend's inability to keep a poker face and nodded to indicate that she was as well.

"I will remain in the game as well." Hotohori had no shortage of clothes as his fan club kept his supply well stocked. Suzaku forbid that he get cold.

Chichiri had dropped out long ago and now watched with amusement (and also with some of his clothes) as the players fretted and planned. It was kind of nice to watch the fangirls-they didn't seem nearly as comfortable removing their own clothes as they did undressing the seishi. For his part, Chichiri had folded after winning Miome's shirt. Sometimes revenge was best served cold, especially after he soaked her shirt in water and froze it solid.

Soi and Tomo both took two cards each and then smirked evilly at each other.

"I'm in," they said in eerie unison.

"I'm in too." Ms. Miko tried not to wriggle around in her seat in excitement. Hotohori was slowly depleting his supply of clothes and if she played her cards right, literally, they'd all be in for a major drooling session. She sighed dreamily. She would have to warm the Emperor with her own body heat to prevent him from getting cold.

Tasuki watched Ms. Miko's eyes glaze over. He shuddered at the Hentai-rays that were emanating from her. He was almost naked already, and it didn't help that Ms. Miko was pouring more H-rays into a room already filled with hormones.

He sighed and crinkled his brow as he considered his hand. This was it. If he lost this one, he lost everything, and Tamahome wouldn't sell his stuff back for cheap. #$(*@#$! How the heck did Miaka and Yui get so good at this! He had purposely spiked Kichiri's drink so that she wouldn't be able to think as well, and wouldn't cream him this time. And speaking of creaming, he'd also arranged for an unforeseen theft of all the whipped cream, and related foodstuffs from the neighbourhood.

He took a deep breath. "I'm in," Tasuki said.

Kichiri rubbed her forehead, her poker face slipping for a moment. Someone had put something in her drink, and she didn't need a degree to figure out who. She scrunched her forehead and then forced herself to relax. She still had quite a bit to lose before she was completely indecent.

"I'm in no da."

Everyone put in their bets. "All right minna. Show me what you've got."

The cards went down and everyone's jaw dropped. They stared dumbfounded at the cards on the table.

"A royal straight flush," breathed Tamahome. "How the *%)$* did he get a royal straight flush?"

A little laugh escaped Tasuki's mouth, then another, and another. Soon he was laughing wildly.

"I won! I won! Bwahahahahahaha!" He nearly fell from his chair in mirth but stopped himself just in time as the underwear he was wearing was a touch worn.

Yui's jaw dropped. "That's incredible."

"I can't believe he won," Mitsukake agreed. Tama-neko meowed in agreement.

"The chances of that were highly improbable," Chiriko commented as he tossed another layer of his clothing onto the table.

Suboshi began to unravel his headband.

The bets were gathered on the table and Tasuki reigned in his laughter for a moment. He got up and walked over to Kichiri. He stood in front of the priestess and held out his hand, his glee barely contained.

"It's a good thing you don't get cold easily," he grinned.

Kichiri glared at him and took off the jacket Tomite had given her when she'd lost her own. She handed it over and Tasuki snatched it. He grinned even wider, if possible. He'd finally won.

Tasuki looked over at the still astonished dealer.

"So Tama, deal us in."

Owari no da ^_-

Back to no da.

Back to the no da.

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These fanfics are ?1998, Kichiri, the Temple of the Blue Dragon. Please do not use them without her express permission or she'll be forced to use her razor fans on you, or something even worse (Miaka sings, you know...) no da.
All characters from the various series are the property of their various legal owners and no infringement on said right is intended by the fanfiction presented above. Please don't sue me; I'm only a priestess no da. ^_^;;

Kichiri, when she appears as a character rather than a representation of the author, is the creation of Kiku/Kichiri and is not to be used, slashed, or written into some scary fanfic without the express permission of the Temple of the Blue Dragon. That, and it'll really tick her off. ^_^

 

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