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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Shuu-chan,
dinner is ready!” said Shiori knocking at Kurama’s door. “Em, hai
kaasan. Kite yo!” replied Kurama, buttoning up his shirt. Everyone was
on the table, ready to eat. “Ano
Shuuichi, I got free tickets to go to Hawaii. Do you wanna come?” he
asked the red head who was just stuffing his first mouthful of rice. “Em?”
he widened his eyes. “Hawaii?” Shiori
smiled and nodded. Kurama frowned then smile, he wanted his mother and
his step father to have a good time there, alone. Maybe a honey moon or
what so ever. “Never mind, you guys go and have fun. I won’t want to
spoil your vacation,” replied Kurama. Shiori sighed. “Shuu-chan,
you won’t spoil our vacation. It would be nice to have you around,”
said Shiori. Kurama
closed his eyes and smiled. “Kaasan, you go and have fun. I
need to study harder. Besides, I will be having my exams right after
this holiday,” Kurama reasoned :… and the Reikai Tantei job needs
me, and Hiei …: he continued in his head. Shiori
smiled. “Sou ka? Okay then,” said Shiori resuming to eat her share
of dinner. “Anyway,
when are you going?” asked Kurama, pausing to take a sip of water.
“Tomorrow, it’s going to be for two weeks,” said Mr. Hatanaka. :…
TWO WEEKS? I can’t leave here for two weeks! Thank Inari I’m not
going …: Kurama noted mentally. “Ahh…
have fun then,” he told his parents. “So, can you send us to the
air-port tomorrow, Shuu-chan?” asked Shiori. “Mochiron,” said
Kurama. Suddenly
the phone rang. “Sumimasen,” Kurama excused himself. “Moshi-moshi,”
he answered the phone. “Ano,
Kurama ka?” asked the familiar voice in the phone. “Hai,
Kuwabara-kun. Dooshite?” “Ano,
Yuusuke told me to ask you if you want to come to Yuusuke’s so called
party tomorrow?” “When
is it?” “Morning,” “Ah,
Gomen nasai. I have to send my parents to the air-port. Anyway
what party is that?,” reasoned Kurama. “I
don’t know. Oh, so it means you and Hiei won’t come,” sighed
Kuwabara. “No,
only I am sending my parents. Hiei would probably be somewhere around.
What about trying to ask him?” suggested Kurama. “Haha!
Asking that shrimp to come to a social party? I think he’d rather kiss
me instead,” then a steady stream of tears come down from Kuwabara’s
eyes, trying to contain his laugh. Imagine Hiei coming to a party
without Kurama. “Ano,
who knows?” said Kurama. “Haha,
I won’t waste time. Well, if you ever see him before tomorrow then you
tell him, Bye,” with that Kuwabara hung up. “Matte!”
exclaimed Kurama, but Kuwabara was already off-line. “Donata
desu ka?” asked Shiori. Kurama smiled. “Kuwabara-kun, kaasan. He was
asking me about some home-works,” lied Kurama. Soon,
Kurama excused himself after helping Shiori clean up the table. He
changed into his pyjamas and walked over to the window. Opening
it, he breathed in the fresh cool night air. Leaving it open, he settled
down to start on his homework.
Kurama
looked up from his homework as he heard something. He went to his opened
window to inspect it. :… Can’t be Hiei. I can’t feel his youki
…: Kurama
scanned the ground near his side. Looking downwards, he saw a figure.
Something had rammed his rosebush and practically lying uncomfortably on
it. :… Ouch, who would have the slightest idea of sleeping on my
thorny rose bush? …: he thought and leaped out the window to the
figure. The
tiny figure was moaning in pain. Kurama sighed and carried it up to his
room using the window again. Placing the injured creature on his futon,
he went over to his closet to take the first-aid kit. It was a girl and
the rose bush was causing more damage than it was originally. Kurama
cleaned off the wounds and tried to give some youki to help the wounds
heal. After
treating the wounds, he saw the tiny figure shiver. :… Ah, samui ne?
… he went over to the window and closed it, forgotten that Hiei might
be coming. After that, he went to resume on his homework.
:… She needs rest. When she wakes up, I’ll ask her what
happen …: Hiei
flitted from tree to tree. He stopped at the tree near Kurama’s room.
There’s a faint qi. It’s not Kurama’s. :… Who would visit his
fox in the middle of the night like this? …: he wondered. Then
he realised the closed window. :… Kh, the fox closed the window …: he
snorted. Hiei
opened the window quietly and sat on the sill with his usual pose. One
knee up to his chest and the other dangling over the window. Kurama
was too busy to find out the formula that he didn’t realise that the
koorime had slipped in his room. feeling suddenly cold, he frowned. :…
I thought that I had closed the window …: he stood and turned. “Hiei!”
he exclaimed softly. “Hn,” was the only answer. Kurama
went excitedly to Hiei, he held his shoulders. “Ano Hiei, my parents
will be going to Hawaii tomorrow! Can you stay here with me for two
weeks?” asked Kurama, a cheerful bright expression was all over his
face. Hiei
looked away. Kurama arched his brow in confusion. “Why ask me? Three
is a crowd,” was the only answer from the fire demon. “Hiei,” then
Kurama remembered the girl on his futon. Hiei was going to go away when
Kurama grabbed his wrist tight enough to not let him to. “Hiei, she is
injured in my backyard. I took her to treat her wounds. I don’t even
know her. She’ll be gone by tomorrow,” Kurama told Hiei. Hiei looked
at his best friend. He wriggled his hand off Kurama’s grip and flitted
away. “Hiei,
matte!” exclaimed Kurama, but he couldn’t even see Hiei’s shadow.
It was blended too well in the darkness. Suddenly
a moan was heard. The girl woke up, probably because of Kurama shouting
just now. Kurama
turned at her. “Ah, you’re awake,” he tried his best to give the
girl his best bright smile. “Emm… where am I?” she asked, looking
at her treated wounds. “You’re in my room. You landed in my rose
bush from nowhere,” Kurama told her, pouring a glass of water for her.
“Em,
doumo,” she took the glass of water. “Who were you calling just
now?” she asked. Kurama blushed, was he that loud. :… I’m sure I
sound pathetic …: a voice told him. Then he blinked. :… With Hiei,
nothing is pathetic …: another voice protested. Kurama agreed with the
second one. “Em, my friend,” he told her. The girl nodded. “You
can stay in my room. Tomorrow, I have to send my parents to the
air-port. Make it like your own home,” said Kurama, putting a futon on
his floor and switched off the lights. “Oyasuminasai,” he uttered
and slept. The girl frowned at the odd cute boy who is now sleeping. She
shrugged and slept out of tiredness. The
next day after sending his parents to the air-port, Kurama thought
that the girl would probably be gone. But… “Ah,
Shuuichi-kun! Okaeri,” she greeted Kurama. She was sitting on his desk
munching on a sandwich. “Em? Hai, doumo,” he uttered, putting his
school bag somewhere near his desk. “How you know my name?” asked
Kurama. “It’s all written on your books, Minamino-kun,” she
answered. Kurama smiled. Suddenly
Hiei dropped by at the sill. “Kh,” he snorted and turned to leave.
Kurama nearly didn’t caught him if he wasn’t fast enough. “Matte
Hiei,” Kurama exclaimed. “You lied fox. You said she’ll be gone
today, let me go,” Hiei said, barely audible. “No, Hiei,” with
that Kurama pulled him in. He shut the window behind him. “Now,
let’s settle this up,” noted Kurama. “Ok girl, what’s your name?
I don’t even know it,” asked Kurama. “Em? Atashi wa Yukiko,”
said the girl. “Ok, Yukiko, this is Hiei. My best friend, or maybe
more than friend. Ok satisfied, Hiei?” asked Kurama. Hiei turned his
back on them. “Your speech stinks, Kurama,” he complained. Kurama
rolled his eyes. “Obviously he doesn’t like me,” said Yukiko.
“Good thing your brain is still working,” said Hiei. “Hiei,”
sighed Kurama. Yukiko raised her brows. “Kurama, your friend stinks! I
mean, really stinks! His
attitude especially. And he…,” Kurama put a finger on his lips, cold
sweat was all over his face. A silent plea to Yukiko, asking her to shut
up. Hiei
looked at her. “And who do you think you are? I bet you’re just a
stupid bitch who goes around every guy’s house and fuck the hell out
of them,” a definitely rude statement thrown to Yukiko by Hiei. “Hiei!”
Kurama slapped Hiei hard. “She’s my guest! And if you keep acting
like this… I’ll… I’ll…,” Kurama paused. He hadn’t realised
that he’d just slapped Hiei, quite hard. Hiei
snarled. He turned around and smashed the closed window, making his way
through. A few deep lines managed to form as the window’s broken glass
cut his fine smooth skin. :… How dare she! How dare Kurama! She was
practically humiliating me and what did he do? He slapped me! Kurama no
baka! …: Hiei uttered bitterly in his mind. He
rushed towards the window to call Hiei back, but obviously that won’t
work. “Inari… what have I done,” sighed Kurama. “Ano, gomen
Kurama. I didn’t knew… I’m sorry,” apologised Yukiko. “No,
it’s not your fault. It’s me,” Kurama told her, sitting on his
bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wahaha!
Another fic from a YYH otaku! Critics and corrections and death threats
please! Doumo Arigatou Gozaimasu for reading! Special
thanks to Siew Lee for her inspiration!* Bulma Briefs bulma_v_briefs@hotmail.com |