Back in Konan Country, Nuriko is accompanying Hotohori on a
business trip. They are lodging at an inn. They are sitting side by side, with
their own vanity set. Simultaneously, both are brushing the same part of their
hair. They both gaze longingly and admiringly at the mirror, and say, “Shoot
me, I’m a god.” The vanity sets suddenly fade from their room. Suddenly,
they both start to cry.
“Where’d my mirrors go?!?” Nuriko gasped.
“I can’t live this long without looking into my own beauty,” Hotohori
moaned, tears coming to his eyes.
“What are we going to do without them!?!?” Nuriko asked. They both
fell to the ground crying in despair. Hotohori stopped, and remembered
about the spare mirror he kept in his special pocket that he always carries in
case of emergencies.
“Hey, where did you get that?!” Nuriko demanded, very very
SCARILY. Nuriko desperately lunged at Hotohori, who is holding the
mirror. “Give it to me! MINE!!” Nuriko yelled with a battled cry, powering
up his power bracelets.
“Over my dead yet strikingly beautiful body!” Hotohori yelled back.
They both fought in a big cloud of battle dust, when there is a sudden sound
of glass shattering. As they both looked to the ground in dread, fearing the
inevitable, they stared at the horrid murder of their beloved mirror. They turn
to the shards.
“Look, I can see my slim figured nose through this piece,” Hotohori
exclaimed.
“I can see my beauty mark underneath my eye. It’s *so* seductive
looking, no wonder I get all the chicks,” Nuriko stated as a matter of fact.
Hotohori turned to Nuriko to analyze it.
“You know, now that I stare at it long enough, it *is* quite sexy,”
Hotohori said. They begin to fade, just like Miaka and Tamahome.
I like! Feed me!!
