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Alright people, this is told from Kurama's point of view. Why, because I feel like it, that's why and if you don't like it, don't read it. (Actual reason: because I'm not as good at writing first person and I'm trying to work on that.)
If no one reviews I will assume that everyone hates it. : (
This is set a few years after the show ends or whatever. Yusuke and Kuwabara are now in high school and Kurama can drive.
Disclaimer: if I owned it then it wouldn't be a FANfic.
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Indestructible
It was raining, at least I think that it was. I could have imagined the rain because of how perfectly it would have fitted the situation. It could have easily been a perfectly cloudless night. I was working on my homework. It was for health class, something to do with what to do in an emergency. Ironic, isn't it? Oh, I forgot, I didn't say what happened yet. Where to start, I cannot start when all of the action started, that would go against the laws of movies and books. There must always be an introduction. I'll start at the beginning of the day.
The first thing that was on my mind when I got out of bed was the math test that I had latter that day. I have straight A's so I wasn't truly worrying like someone who got B's and C's and had to keep their grades up. Nor was I worried about the test its self. I had taken math tests before and they are not all that big of a deal. I thought about what to wear, now as I am sitting here such things seem irrelevant. I eventually chose though now I do not recall what I chose. Whatever it was, I'm sure that it wasn't very different from any other choice.
I brushed my hair slowly, chasing off the last bit of sleepiness from my body. Once dressed and brushed, I ate breakfast and eventually left the house. My mother commented on how glad she was that she didn't need to spur me on. I got in my car and drove to school. My first period was math, the evil class. Math is truly the only thing that I didn't enjoy. I just never seemed to find any point to it. I never found much point in history either but it was at least more interesting.
I handed in the homework that I had done and suffered silently. Math class was, is, and always will be a necessary evil of school. It was a particularly boring lesson that day. Some new way to do something that we already had an easier way to do. As usual, the teacher assigned homework before the end of class and gave us time to work on it. I mostly helped the people around me who struggled to do it the new way. My homework could wait until I got home. I always had plenty of time.
The bell sounded and a wave of students poured out of the classrooms, filling the hallway past it's capacity. I shuffled though it as always, headed to history. Good old history, full of dates and facts that I really did not need to know but knew anyway. I much would have preferred a history of spirit world, having lived though some of it and even half way instigated a war or two. It wasn't too bad, just a stolen artifact or two but someone blamed someone else who then clamed that they were just looking for a way to beat them up and.well, look through a history book or two, there are stupider reasons that people have gone to war for.
But either way, I was doing the history of humans, not demons, apparitions, ogres, etc. I half way slept through it but didn't care, if I read the book then I would understand it all. Again, I handed in homework and took a test that I had forgotten about. The difference was that I had this class with one of my friends, Andrew, a fellow nerd who got straight A's. Andrew sat next to me where I could talk to him easily. He paid attention even though he probably knew more than the teacher. That was the downside. Because he paid attention he couldn't talk to me. Because of that I had made friends with the person who sat on my other side. He was a nice guy named Jim but called Jimbis for unknown reasons. He wasn't one for history. I also had greenhouse with him but I didn't talk to him there because he had other people to talk to. It was more of a friendship because neither of us had anyone else to talk to.
We carried on and on about what leaders would have beat the other one up if they were in the same time period. That way we could pass it off as a history related discussion. Normally I fought for Napoleon, more a tribute to Hiei, a rather short friend of mine who could kill anyone without thinking twice about it, than anything else. I did not actually believe that Napoleon could match other leaders no matter how great he was. About half way through the class it was clear that neither of us were paying attention to what the teacher was saying but the teacher didn't say anything. Instead he fussed at others for talking. No one questioned him. Jimbis had a F in that class so no one really cared that he talked. That and they didn't want to have to deal with his attitude. Later on I would wish that he would talk to me again but he most likely will not.
Class let out and I marched down the overcrowded hallway to gym class. We played basket ball, not my best sport, for half of the class and then moved on to something else. For some reason, I cannot recall just what we did. Gym class was just a blur because it was there that I remembered that I had homework due tomorrow for heath which I did not have that day because I had gym. The way that this worked was that on one day I would have gym. The next day I would have health, then gym, then health and so on.
Greenhouse was nothing interesting. We each had plants assigned to us and we took care of them as best as we could. Sure most of them died but that was not the point. The point was more or less to have something for those interested in plants to do. I think that everyone was given a grade just on how the teacher felt that day. Some students would do well and others would not. None of my plants ever died (imagine that) so she could never give me anything less than an A.
I didn't drive home after school. Instead I went to visit my friends. We met in the park under a huge tree. I got there first, or so I thought. Hiei was already there but he was in the tree, about a quarter of the way up on a fat branch that was well hidden from view. I never understood just why he enjoyed being in trees so much but I wasn't going to comment on it . I saw Yusuke walking towards the tree from a good distance away. He was wearing a green school uniform. His hair was slicked back with god knows what sort of greasy concoction that held better than most applications of super glue. Next to him was Kuwabara. He was wearing the green version of the school uniform. For some reason those two always fought with each other and refused to have anything in common, including school uniforms. Kuwabara's carrot-orange hair was formed into what I always imagined was a large, long, turd. Kuwabara had always been taller than Yusuke, as well as nearly everyone else, for as long as I had known them, which was only a year. Yusuke was more of the punk, bad ass, don't-like-my-attitude-then-that's- your-problem. Kuwabara tried to be a tough punk but didn't manage as well as Yusuke. He was a sucker for morals. In all of the time that I have known him he has never hurt a girl, picked on an animal, or beat up on the weak. He would be better than Sir Galahad, the perfect knight that was able to see and take the holy grail. He was good looking, I suppose. So was Yusuke but in an entirely different way. Like I said, Kuwabara would make a good knight. He looked like one as well. Tall and strongly built. Yusuke was the best fighter but if you looked at him you wouldn't guess it. He is muscular but, unlike Kuwabara, he really doesn't look it unless he takes his shirt off (which he does at every chance he gets).
They sat down next to me. Truly, Kuwabara sat down and Yusuke laid down in the grass. It seems funny, I can remember the way that they walked up to the tree but I couldn't remember my own name just hours ago. I remember what the park looked like too. It was a nice park, lots of grass and packed dirt trails. Benches were scattered along for people to sit on. Birds nested in the trees and sang songs. It was a surreal world where I could just sit and be lost to time and reality. The peace was seldom disturbed and then only by the occasional jogger.
Time stood still for a moment as the four of us, Yusuke, Hiei, Kuwabara, and I, just sat there. The silence was broken by a loud thud. I looked around to find the Hiei was no longer in his tree by on the ground. From the way that he was laying I knew that he had done it on purpose. "Wow," I remember thinking, "He is indestructible!" Doesn't it figure? I thought that nothing could hurt him, that his body was perfect and could not be harmed. Now I know just how wrong I was. Even then I knew that it was untrue. I have seen him in pain many times, but not like now. Now he cannot even tell me how much it hurts. I had always thought that the way that he hid is pain was rather funny in a way but I always tried to get him to express it. Now I know enough of his pain and I wish that, for my sake, he could pretend not to be hurt anymore. I want to go back to the park and spend more time with him, forget the others. If Yusuke, Kuwabara, and I could really go back in time to that afternoon, Hiei would have to fend us off with a stick because we would all want to spend more time with him.
Kuwabara had made some remark about how it was a much longer fall for Hiei because of how short he was. This was true, Hiei did make Napoleon look somewhat like a giant. Hiei had made some smart comment back but I cannot remember what he said. I can remember every other detail of what the day but I cannot seem to recall anything specific about Hiei. That was the way that they were, always fighting and bickering. That seemed to be the way that they liked it. Yusuke wouldn't say anything to help either of them but would insult Kuwabara in his own time. I think that Kuwabara would take back ever one of those insults now.
I forgot to say anything about Hiei! Hiei is, well short. If you just looked at him without anyone next to him then he really doesn't look all that short. His black hair has a small amount of white in it even though he is no older than I am. He was born that way, or so he says. It swoops back and upwards some, probably to make him look taller. His eyes are a dark crimson. They are constantly looking around for something that could do him harm. That is because of how he grew up. He grew up with thieves that would kill him without a second thought. You see, Hiei is the forbidden child his father was a fire demon but his mother was an ice maiden. I maidens are supposed to clone and not have any children any other way. His mother apparently fell for the fire demon and thus Hiei was born. He was said to be the downfall of the ice maiden's world and was thrown off of a cliff. Not a very good first week of life. Hiei wears all black apart from two things, his bandana and his bandage on his right arm. His bandana covers up his Jagan eye, a third eye implanted so that he could keep watch over his sister. His right arm is kept bandaged because it is constantly in pain from summoning the black dragon.
The day quickly went form sunny and bright to cloudy and threatening rain. That might have been why we left. It also could have been because someone had something to do. I do not remember which. The memory of it raining when this was happening would lend its self to the idea of it becoming cloudy but I am more concerned with what happened later than what the weather was.
Either way, Kuwabara and Yusuke went off somewhere. Hiei followed me. I was taking more time telling, no, demanding that he tell Yukina that he was her brother. For some reason he did not want her to know. I always figured that he was embarrassed. Yukina is one of the people that you meet once in your life. Hiei was one of the people that you wished that you had never met. Convicted criminal, felon, murderer, assassin, thief, etc. He thought nothing of killing anyone but Yukina, Yukina would sacrifice everything to save a bird from a broken wing. I remember telling him that she would forgive everything that he had done but he still refused.
I was doing my homework, finishing math and heading onto health when it happened.
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Alright people, this is told from Kurama's point of view. Why, because I feel like it, that's why and if you don't like it, don't read it. (Actual reason: because I'm not as good at writing first person and I'm trying to work on that.)
If no one reviews I will assume that everyone hates it. : (
This is set a few years after the show ends or whatever. Yusuke and Kuwabara are now in high school and Kurama can drive.
Disclaimer: if I owned it then it wouldn't be a FANfic.
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Indestructible
It was raining, at least I think that it was. I could have imagined the rain because of how perfectly it would have fitted the situation. It could have easily been a perfectly cloudless night. I was working on my homework. It was for health class, something to do with what to do in an emergency. Ironic, isn't it? Oh, I forgot, I didn't say what happened yet. Where to start, I cannot start when all of the action started, that would go against the laws of movies and books. There must always be an introduction. I'll start at the beginning of the day.
The first thing that was on my mind when I got out of bed was the math test that I had latter that day. I have straight A's so I wasn't truly worrying like someone who got B's and C's and had to keep their grades up. Nor was I worried about the test its self. I had taken math tests before and they are not all that big of a deal. I thought about what to wear, now as I am sitting here such things seem irrelevant. I eventually chose though now I do not recall what I chose. Whatever it was, I'm sure that it wasn't very different from any other choice.
I brushed my hair slowly, chasing off the last bit of sleepiness from my body. Once dressed and brushed, I ate breakfast and eventually left the house. My mother commented on how glad she was that she didn't need to spur me on. I got in my car and drove to school. My first period was math, the evil class. Math is truly the only thing that I didn't enjoy. I just never seemed to find any point to it. I never found much point in history either but it was at least more interesting.
I handed in the homework that I had done and suffered silently. Math class was, is, and always will be a necessary evil of school. It was a particularly boring lesson that day. Some new way to do something that we already had an easier way to do. As usual, the teacher assigned homework before the end of class and gave us time to work on it. I mostly helped the people around me who struggled to do it the new way. My homework could wait until I got home. I always had plenty of time.
The bell sounded and a wave of students poured out of the classrooms, filling the hallway past it's capacity. I shuffled though it as always, headed to history. Good old history, full of dates and facts that I really did not need to know but knew anyway. I much would have preferred a history of spirit world, having lived though some of it and even half way instigated a war or two. It wasn't too bad, just a stolen artifact or two but someone blamed someone else who then clamed that they were just looking for a way to beat them up and.well, look through a history book or two, there are stupider reasons that people have gone to war for.
But either way, I was doing the history of humans, not demons, apparitions, ogres, etc. I half way slept through it but didn't care, if I read the book then I would understand it all. Again, I handed in homework and took a test that I had forgotten about. The difference was that I had this class with one of my friends, Andrew, a fellow nerd who got straight A's. Andrew sat next to me where I could talk to him easily. He paid attention even though he probably knew more than the teacher. That was the downside. Because he paid attention he couldn't talk to me. Because of that I had made friends with the person who sat on my other side. He was a nice guy named Jim but called Jimbis for unknown reasons. He wasn't one for history. I also had greenhouse with him but I didn't talk to him there because he had other people to talk to. It was more of a friendship because neither of us had anyone else to talk to.
We carried on and on about what leaders would have beat the other one up if they were in the same time period. That way we could pass it off as a history related discussion. Normally I fought for Napoleon, more a tribute to Hiei, a rather short friend of mine who could kill anyone without thinking twice about it, than anything else. I did not actually believe that Napoleon could match other leaders no matter how great he was. About half way through the class it was clear that neither of us were paying attention to what the teacher was saying but the teacher didn't say anything. Instead he fussed at others for talking. No one questioned him. Jimbis had a F in that class so no one really cared that he talked. That and they didn't want to have to deal with his attitude. Later on I would wish that he would talk to me again but he most likely will not.
Class let out and I marched down the overcrowded hallway to gym class. We played basket ball, not my best sport, for half of the class and then moved on to something else. For some reason, I cannot recall just what we did. Gym class was just a blur because it was there that I remembered that I had homework due tomorrow for heath which I did not have that day because I had gym. The way that this worked was that on one day I would have gym. The next day I would have health, then gym, then health and so on.
Greenhouse was nothing interesting. We each had plants assigned to us and we took care of them as best as we could. Sure most of them died but that was not the point. The point was more or less to have something for those interested in plants to do. I think that everyone was given a grade just on how the teacher felt that day. Some students would do well and others would not. None of my plants ever died (imagine that) so she could never give me anything less than an A.
I didn't drive home after school. Instead I went to visit my friends. We met in the park under a huge tree. I got there first, or so I thought. Hiei was already there but he was in the tree, about a quarter of the way up on a fat branch that was well hidden from view. I never understood just why he enjoyed being in trees so much but I wasn't going to comment on it . I saw Yusuke walking towards the tree from a good distance away. He was wearing a green school uniform. His hair was slicked back with god knows what sort of greasy concoction that held better than most applications of super glue. Next to him was Kuwabara. He was wearing the green version of the school uniform. For some reason those two always fought with each other and refused to have anything in common, including school uniforms. Kuwabara's carrot-orange hair was formed into what I always imagined was a large, long, turd. Kuwabara had always been taller than Yusuke, as well as nearly everyone else, for as long as I had known them, which was only a year. Yusuke was more of the punk, bad ass, don't-like-my-attitude-then-that's- your-problem. Kuwabara tried to be a tough punk but didn't manage as well as Yusuke. He was a sucker for morals. In all of the time that I have known him he has never hurt a girl, picked on an animal, or beat up on the weak. He would be better than Sir Galahad, the perfect knight that was able to see and take the holy grail. He was good looking, I suppose. So was Yusuke but in an entirely different way. Like I said, Kuwabara would make a good knight. He looked like one as well. Tall and strongly built. Yusuke was the best fighter but if you looked at him you wouldn't guess it. He is muscular but, unlike Kuwabara, he really doesn't look it unless he takes his shirt off (which he does at every chance he gets).
They sat down next to me. Truly, Kuwabara sat down and Yusuke laid down in the grass. It seems funny, I can remember the way that they walked up to the tree but I couldn't remember my own name just hours ago. I remember what the park looked like too. It was a nice park, lots of grass and packed dirt trails. Benches were scattered along for people to sit on. Birds nested in the trees and sang songs. It was a surreal world where I could just sit and be lost to time and reality. The peace was seldom disturbed and then only by the occasional jogger.
Time stood still for a moment as the four of us, Yusuke, Hiei, Kuwabara, and I, just sat there. The silence was broken by a loud thud. I looked around to find the Hiei was no longer in his tree by on the ground. From the way that he was laying I knew that he had done it on purpose. "Wow," I remember thinking, "He is indestructible!" Doesn't it figure? I thought that nothing could hurt him, that his body was perfect and could not be harmed. Now I know just how wrong I was. Even then I knew that it was untrue. I have seen him in pain many times, but not like now. Now he cannot even tell me how much it hurts. I had always thought that the way that he hid is pain was rather funny in a way but I always tried to get him to express it. Now I know enough of his pain and I wish that, for my sake, he could pretend not to be hurt anymore. I want to go back to the park and spend more time with him, forget the others. If Yusuke, Kuwabara, and I could really go back in time to that afternoon, Hiei would have to fend us off with a stick because we would all want to spend more time with him.
Kuwabara had made some remark about how it was a much longer fall for Hiei because of how short he was. This was true, Hiei did make Napoleon look somewhat like a giant. Hiei had made some smart comment back but I cannot remember what he said. I can remember every other detail of what the day but I cannot seem to recall anything specific about Hiei. That was the way that they were, always fighting and bickering. That seemed to be the way that they liked it. Yusuke wouldn't say anything to help either of them but would insult Kuwabara in his own time. I think that Kuwabara would take back ever one of those insults now.
I forgot to say anything about Hiei! Hiei is, well short. If you just looked at him without anyone next to him then he really doesn't look all that short. His black hair has a small amount of white in it even though he is no older than I am. He was born that way, or so he says. It swoops back and upwards some, probably to make him look taller. His eyes are a dark crimson. They are constantly looking around for something that could do him harm. That is because of how he grew up. He grew up with thieves that would kill him without a second thought. You see, Hiei is the forbidden child his father was a fire demon but his mother was an ice maiden. I maidens are supposed to clone and not have any children any other way. His mother apparently fell for the fire demon and thus Hiei was born. He was said to be the downfall of the ice maiden's world and was thrown off of a cliff. Not a very good first week of life. Hiei wears all black apart from two things, his bandana and his bandage on his right arm. His bandana covers up his Jagan eye, a third eye implanted so that he could keep watch over his sister. His right arm is kept bandaged because it is constantly in pain from summoning the black dragon.
The day quickly went form sunny and bright to cloudy and threatening rain. That might have been why we left. It also could have been because someone had something to do. I do not remember which. The memory of it raining when this was happening would lend its self to the idea of it becoming cloudy but I am more concerned with what happened later than what the weather was.
Either way, Kuwabara and Yusuke went off somewhere. Hiei followed me. I was taking more time telling, no, demanding that he tell Yukina that he was her brother. For some reason he did not want her to know. I always figured that he was embarrassed. Yukina is one of the people that you meet once in your life. Hiei was one of the people that you wished that you had never met. Convicted criminal, felon, murderer, assassin, thief, etc. He thought nothing of killing anyone but Yukina, Yukina would sacrifice everything to save a bird from a broken wing. I remember telling him that she would forgive everything that he had done but he still refused.
I was doing my homework, finishing math and heading onto health when it happened.
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