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disclaimer applies. As you already know, these characters except Tasuki
and Bulma are created by our wonderful Yoshihiro Togashi-sama. Actually,
Tasuki is from Fushigi Yuugi and Bulma is from Dragonball, which in this
fic is both the creators of ‘Occult Worshippers’ fic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Comments ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yaoi? Umm… guess… okay, you win. It is yaoi. Mild Yaoi. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The
teacher smiled. “Minamino, you can be the prince,” she announced.
Noises were heard. “I wanna be the princess,” said a girl named Yuri.
The teacher smiled. “Chotto matte,” she said, scanning the names in
the file. Minamino
had to attend the drama practice. Someone had written down his name and
the teacher was so happy that he decided to join in. Telling
the teacher that he wasn’t interested was only going to break her heart. So
he sighed, trying desperately not to find that idiot who signed up his
name and give him to his Makai, flesh eating plants. And because of this,
he had to stay back after school. “Tasuki,
you become the Emperor and Bulma, you can be the Empress,” said the
teacher. They nodded. Kurama glanced over at the two characters. Tasuki
and Bulma. Both were the seniors of Meiow High School and seemed to be
popular among them. Of course Kurama was popular too, but not many of the
seniors know him well as he was only in form 2. Both
faces were serene, almost serious. Smiled softly if were spoken to and
gave very good response on everything. Looks like a couple of responsible
students, just like Kurama himself. But looks can be deceiving. These two
are the seniors’ most cunning occult disciple Meiow High could produce.
They have no bad intentions though. But
no one knows… Tasuki
and Bulma walked over to the table and looked at the script. They took it
and handed it to everyone. “Tasuki-san,
Bulma-san, I want to go to the toilet. Can you take care of them first?”
requested the teacher after she finished giving everyone their characters.
Tasuki
nodded. Bulma took the script and flipped through the pages. “I am going
to divide you guys into different groups. “Group 1, Palace inhabitants.
Group 2, normal citizens and group 3, the bandits. You
know which group you are in, and get into it now,” she said. All
of them nodded. Kurama looked at his character. Must be in the ‘Palace
Inhabitants’ group. He smiled, thinking of the way she represented it.
She’s weird. He decided. The
Palace Inhabitants group consists of the Emperor, Empress, Bishop, Royal
Guards, Prince, and a few other characters more. Tasuki
smiled at Kurama. “Nice to have you here, Minamino-kun,” he told
Kurama. Kurama nodded. “Let’s start by reading our lines. Follow who
you are, don’t mess up,” said Tasuki. Bulma
was first to speak, but then she paused. She looked out the window and
frowned. Tasuki narrowed his eyes at her. “Daijobu, empress?” he
asked, slightly smiling. Bulma turned back her attention to Tasuki.
“Em… nothing. Can I talk to you later?” she asked. Tasuki nodded.
“Yeah, sure…,” he said. Kurama
bit his lower lip. Did Bulma actually feel Hiei? Kurama knew he was out
there. And what did he want? The
teacher came back shortly afterwards and guided them. Kurama was new in
this stuff and was having quite a hard time trying to impersonate the
character’s expressions and voice control. He
finally turned to Bulma for her help since Tasuki was too busy with
repeating a line for another cast member. “To
make your voice snotty…,” she said, coming up with a jar of peanut
butter and a spoon. She scooped a spoonful out. “Put this inside your
mouth and stick it on your palate,” she said, pointing at the roof
inside of her mouth. Kurama
put the peanut butter and placed it on his palate. He tried hard not to
swallow it. Bulma looked at him. “Now, try saying… Hello,” she
suggested. Kurama
swallowed and opened his mouth. “Hyelrow…,” he said. Bulma smiled.
“Try harder, practice makes perfect,” she said and went over to the
others. It
ended at nearly 5 o’clock. Kurama rushed home to do his homework. “Tadaima,
kaasan!” he called out. “Aa… Shuu-chan, why are you late?” asked
Shiori. “Gomen kaasan, I was having a play practice in school,” he
said. Shiori smiled. “Have
you eaten lunch?” she asked. Kurama nodded even though he hadn’t eaten
anything. He just had enough of peanut butter. Tasuki
and Bulma were responsible for locking the hall after their use for the
play. Bulma was clearing the tables when she saw a script book under a few
other papers. She took it and looked at it. :…
Shuuichi Minamino …: she read. :… Silly, you’ll need this to
practice. He must be in a hurry or something …: she said and took it
together with his other papers. Tasuki
and Bulma walked out of the school together. “Ano, what is it that you
wanted to talk about?” asked Tasuki. “I felt an unusual qi just now.
Not a reiki, but a youki,” she told Tasuki. “Really?
What’s it doing in the hall?” he asked. “No, it’s not inside…
but outside. Seems like it’s looking over someone,” she said. “Nah,
don’t worry. Maybe it’s just another of those small devils,” he
smiled. Bulma nodded and shrugged. “But I think it has to do with
Minamino Shuuichi,” she added. Tasuki blinked. Tasuki
widened his eyes. “Honto ka?” he asked. Bulma shrugged. “It’s
just a maybe… I’m not too sure. But the worried looks on Minamino’s
face were… Nah, just forget it,” she shrugged the subject off. Tasuki
shrugged and touched Bulma’s hand. “Care
to come to my house later this evening? I found a new spell in the
basement,” he told her, slightly smiling. Bulma returned the smile and
nodded. “Yeah sure… but I wanted to find out more about this Minamino-kun.
I think there’s something more to it than a mere top junior student,”
she said in her normal suspicious tone. Tasuki
laughed. “Yeah, and tell me weather if he’s a youkai or a living
dead,” he joked and turned to the left to his house. “Ja na,” he
waved goodbye at his partner. Bulma nodded and walked to the park. :…
Now what excuse can I come up with to see Minamino? …: she asked
herself. Then her eyes gleamed excitedly. “Yeah, I’ll just give him
back his script book and dig some information from him,” she said to
herself, slightly giggling evilly. If
this Minamino guy is a youkai or something associated to that, it’ll be
fun to ask him to join them. Kurama
had even wrote his address on the script book. So that was a no problem in
finding his house. “Ano
Shuu-chan, kaasan would be… ah! Konnichiwa Hiei!” greeted Shiori as
she went into the kitchen. She wanted to tell her son that she wanted to
go and do some grocery shopping. Hiei gave her a small nod. “Kaasan
is going to get some groceries. Take care, cook your own dinner would you?
I think I would be late,” she said, winking at her son. Kurama
nodded and smiled back. “Have a good time with Hatanaka-san!” he
hollered from the kitchen. Shiori blushed and closed the door behind her. “What’s
with all that?” asked Hiei. “Kaasan is going out on a date,” he told
the koorime. “Date? Hn… ningens…,” he muttered, walking over to
the fridge. Kurama turned and put the tea on the table. “Now, eating
that would spoil your appetite, botchan,” he joked. “Shut up. I eat
what I want,” snorted Hiei and opened the carton of ice-cream. “Sweet
snow…,” he uttered almost amazingly like every time he opened the
ice-cream carton. Kurama tossed him a spoon. “You love that so much, you
can take it to bed with you,” said Kurama sarcastically, sipping his
tea. “Good
idea,” said Hiei sarcastically back. “I would love to cuddle up with
sweet snow instead of a warm perverted fox whose always craving for
sex,” snapped the koorime. Kurama frowned. “That’s not completely
polite to say, Hiei,” said Kurama. Hiei
looked at Kurama from the corner of his eyes. “I could tell you more
‘polite’ stuff if you want. Just keep annoying me while I eat this,”
he gritted his teeth. Kurama smiled. “You snotty little darling,”
sighed Kurama, sipping more of the tea.
Bulma
pushed the doorbell and waited for a moment. “Looks like we have company
Hiei,” said Kurama, standing up heading for the door. He managed to
brush his slender fingers between Hiei’s hair as he passed the koorime
who’s busy eating ice-cream. Kurama
opened the door and was met with solemn crystal blue eyes. “Ah, Bulma-san…
ohairi,” he invited her in, stepping aside to give her room. Bulma
nodded and walked in. Kurama closed the door and smiled. “Is
there anything I could help you?” he asked. Bulma
paused as she sensed the exactly same youki. This time it was clearer and
it was definitely in this very house. “I came to return your stuff you
left in the hall,” she uttered in a smooth liquid tone. “Ano…
doumo arigatou, Bulma-san. I was in a hurry just now,” said Kurama,
taking back his script book and papers. “Why don’t you come and have
tea with me in the kitchen,” he offered. Bulma looked at her watch and
shrugged. “Mochiroa, I still have time,” she said. Bulma
followed Kurama into the kitchen. There! that source of youki. That figure
sitting over there… eating ice-cream?! What’s wrong here? A devil
eating ice-cream? Is Minamino raising youkais? Bulma
eyed the little red eyed boy who seems to be eyeing her too. “Please,
have a seat,” said Kurama while making tea. She got a place across Hiei
and narrowed her eyes at him. Hiei paused at shoving ice-creams and
thought that this was a staring competition, deciding that he would
participate in it. Kurama
came back and sighed. “Why Hiei… don’t glare at people like that,
would you?” he said. The angry youkai broke the stare and returned to
his ice-cream. Kurama placed the tea in front of Bulma and she took it,
sipping carefully. “Actually,
I have another reason to come by,” she said, still looking at the
koorime from time to time. Kurama widened his eyes. He was sure there was
something unusual with this girl and he’s going to dig it. “I
know this guy was around before,” she told Kurama. Hiei stop eating. He
was finished and held the hilt of his katana that he placed on the chair
next to him. “He’s
that youkai just now, wasn’t he?” asked Bulma. Kurama narrowed his
eyes. “How did you know?” asked Kurama. Bulma smirked. “I’m an
occult disciple. I could sense youkis and devastating reikis,” she
explained. “My
partner Tasuki is a powerful occult apostle. He had somehow managed to get
powers as powerful as a higher B-class youkai,” she told them.
“B-class?” echoed Hiei. Bulma was surprised with the low tones that
Hiei produced, despite his small lithe body. She
nodded. “That’s why I suspected that you’re somehow connected to the
youki outside just now and decided to check you out. Are
you raising devils?” asked Bulma. He
stood. “He doesn’t raise me! I…” but Hiei was silenced by Kurama
who put a finger on his mouth. Bulma bit her lower lips. She could sense a
very powerful youki rise just now from within Hiei’s body. “He’s
dangerous,” noted Bulma. “Okay, since we’re in the same line… I
might as well tell you. But don’t get this spread all over school
okay?” Kurama made a deal. Bulma smirked. “Does anyone in school knows
I’m an occult disciple?” she asked Kurama. Kurama smiled. He
told Bulma about who they really are and Bulma told Kurama and Hiei about
Tasuki, who got challenged by a powerful Makai creature.
“I
and Tasuki alone can’t possibly win the challenge,” said Bulma.
“What’s this challenge about?” asked Kurama. “Well, this woman
named Mukuro had found me and Tasuki in her territory and captured us. We
told her that we’re just practicing occult humans and we’re trying to
understand devils. Tasuki told her that he’s as powerful as a B-class
youkai and she challenged him,” Bulma told Kurama and Hiei. Hiei
stood up in mentioning Mukuro’s name. “You know Mukuro?” asked Bulma,
gesturing Hiei. Hiei smirked. “Well, you’ll definitely loose,” he
said casually. “Why? We haven’t tried yet,” argued Bulma. “She’s
an S-class. You’re just B-class. It takes all the B-class youkais to
defeat even an A-class. A B-class dreaming of defeating an S-class youkai?”
reasoned Hiei. Bulma
bit her lips. “Well, when we agreed to the challenge we didn’t know
that she was an S-class demon! Oh great! What am I going to do now?!
Tasuki will be fried for sure!” Kurama took a glance at the koorime but
Hiei’s face remained expressionless, as if he didn’t have any care in
the world. “Maybe we can help you,” Kurama hinted, still looking at
Hiei, who’s stubbornly remaining silent. Bulma frowned then stood up.
“I have to tell Tasuki about this! Can I use your phone?” Kurama
nodded and pointed the phone out to her. Grabbing the receiver she dialed
Tasuki’s number. “Moshi-moshi?” “Hello
Tasuki! This is Bulma. We are in very big trouble!” “Huh?
Why?” “Mukuro’s
an S-class demon!” “Nani?!
Y-you’re not serious?!” “Well
I got it from a reliable source that...” All
the while Bulma was on the phone with Tasuki, Kurama and Hiei meanwhile
were having a whispered argument of their own. “Well,
why didn’t you say anything? This is Mukuro they are talking about! You
know very well they don’t stand a chance against her!” Hiei
shrugged. “Well, what do you want me to say? It’s not like I could do
anything about it!” Kurama frowned at him. “You could talk to Mukuro.
You know she’d listen to anything that you would have to say.” Hiei
answered him with a small “Hn” and continued sulking in silence at the
table. Kurama
was about to say more when Bulma-san appeared at the doorway, a sad
expression on her face. “Tasuki told me not to worry; that he would
train hard to beat Mukuro but we all know that’s near to impossible!”
She slumped down on the chair, shaking her head, “I just wish there was
some way to help him!” Kurama bit his lip; he felt sorry for Bulma and a
little bit irritated at Hiei’s insensitivity. Hiei
meanwhile just sat in his chair like a lump, the ice cream dripping on the
tabletop unnoticed by now. Bulma
then looked up, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Even S-class
demons have their weaknesses right? I mean, there must be something that
can stun her at least just a bit, right?” Kurama raised an eyebrow at
her. “What
I mean to say is,” Bulma said, trying to explain herself, “That if
there are any visible weaknesses you know about Mukuro I would be forever
grateful if you could tell me! It would help Tasuki a lot, you know...”
Kurama took another glance at Hiei and when he didn’t respond, Kurama
turned back to Bulma and asked politely, “Would you like to stay for
dinner? Maybe then we can figure out a way for you both to get out of
this.” Bulma nodded her thanks and Kurama went about setting the table
up. Trying
to be a good host, Kurama served the food first before letting his guest
get back to the problem. When they were both finished eating Kurama leaned
back against his chair and Bulma looked at him worriedly. Kurama shrugged,
catching sight of the expression on her face. “Well, I don’t know
Mukuro much so I am not really the right person to ask,” he admitted
with regret. Bulma leaned forward, “Even any small piece of information
I can use, I’d be very glad,” she prodded. Kurama
scratched his head. “Well, I know she’s a Makai warlord and one of the
three main rulers of the place.” Bulma’s eyes widened and she slumped
back. “Oh, that’s certainly going to help!” she said exasperated,
“Now I really feel doomed!” “Hey,
it’s okay!” Kurama said soothingly, patting her back, “Don’t
worry. I told you we’ll try to find a way out of it for you guys. Just
head home and take a rest, Bulma-san. You look like you really need it!”
Bulma
stood up, a sad expression on her face. She waved goodbye to her two
hosts. Kurama walked her out to the door, trying hard to cheer her up.
When he had seen her off down the road he returned to the kitchen to find
Hiei’s place empty and Hiei himself gone. Sighing, Kurama picked the
dishes up and started to rinse them out. When he had finally rinsed out
the last dish, Kurama headed upstairs for a small nap. He
had just changed into a fresh new pair of clothes when he heard the
doorbell ring from downstairs. Wondering who would be ringing the doorbell
at this time, Kurama trudged downstairs to open the door, only to find a
very worried looking Bulma standing outside. “Gomen
nasai,” she told Kurama before he had the chance to say anything, “But
I passed by Tasuki’s house just a few minutes ago and he wasn’t home.
H-he… he left me a note instead…” Kurama cocked his head to one
side. “Well, what did it say?” “He’s
gone to finish up Mukuro!” Bulma screeched, almost on the bridge of
hysterics, “Right after I called he left and he didn’t tell me
anything about it because he didn’t want me to get hurt. He knew that if
he had dragged me along both of us would have had to suffer, but instead
he just left himself so I would be kept safe. Kurama, we have to do
something! Tasuki’s gonna die if we leave him in the hands of Mukuro!”
Kurama
nodded. “Stay calm,” he told her, “We’ll help him don’t worry…
just stay calm, okay?” Bulma nodded. “So how long ago did he leave?”
Kurama asked. Bulma frowned. “He’s been gone for hours already and I
took so many detours on the way home that I didn’t get to Tasuki’s
house that fast. I wasn’t even planning to go but something just told me
to check on him. Imagine if I didn’t, he’d be Tasuki-toast by now!” “Who
said he wasn’t already?” Kurama told her. “Kurama!” she belted out
as he laughed. “I’m just kidding,” he told her, “Just let me lock
the doors and we’re out of here!” Tasuki
panted as he tried to support himself from the ground. He was covered with
lacerations and had a billion head wounds slashed across his face. Well,
it felt like a billion anyway as his head started throbbing like mad.
Mukuro meanwhile stood her ground a few feet away from him, a triumphant
smile on her lips. “It’s not everyday I get a sparring partner as
determined as you,” she told him smiling wryly, “But I always get my
way in the end anyway so it’s time to say your last good-byes, twerp,
before I finish you off.” Tasuki
pushed himself back up to his feet, his balance just a bit rocky. “I
told you, I’m not giving up!” he gasped out. Mukuro gave an evil laugh
and shrugged,” Suit yourself. It’s not my funeral!” Mukuro put her
hands together, forming a very strong qi-ball to hurl at him while Tasuki
tried to stand his ground. So busy were they both to win or stay alive
that they didn’t notice a rustle in the bush. One look at Tasuki and
Bulma let out a high pitched scream. Before Mukuro could react, Bulma
stood squarely in front of Tasuki to protect him and
raised her hands forward. “Cha ah no su ma!” she chanted and
hurled a gigantic qi-blast that looked like a spiral electric wave at
Mukuro. Taken
by surprise, Mukuro’s qi-ball exploded right in her face, sending her
slamming into a tree. When she didn’t get up, Bulma shivered and dropped
limply to her knees. Tasuki crawled over to Bulma and put his arm around
her while she continued shivering. “What are you doing here?!” he
hissed. Bulma
shrugged. “Well, it’s not as if I didn’t save your life you know. If
I didn’t come when I was supposed to do, you think you’d still be
alive right now?” she shot back. Tasuki
smiled at her softly. “So go already. I can manage. Thanks a lot, okay?
Now go!” Bulma
pulled away from him. “Well, thanks a lot! Is that how you repay an act
of kindness?! You know, you’re to stubborn for your own good Tasuki.
Can’t you get it in your thick skull that you can’t beat her alone!”
she told him angrily. Tasuki frowned. “It’s not that, Bulma,” he
told her seriously and shaking, he stood up, moving in front of her. “Mukuro
isn’t dead yet or even hurt in the least bit, I think. Something
fishy is going on here and I’m telling you...I don’t really like the
smell of things.” Bulma looked around. She saw Mukuro move a little
but… that was it! She
was about to give Tasuki another reprimand when something, or
‘someone’ zipped past her.
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