Okay, before we begin, I'm just going to say that there WILL BE OOCness, especially involving Hiei, maybe a tiny bit with Kurama. But! Love makes you do crazy things, SO DON'T CHEW ME OUT ABOUT IT! *sigh*
Also, I'm going to do this one a bit oddly. Until I say otherwise, it's going to be switching back and forth between Kurama telling the story to the past, making it realtime. Some of the flashbacks are part of the story Kurama is telling, part is just things that I though should be in the fic.
Confused? Don't worry, I am too.
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Cold as Fire
by Grace Musica
Chapter One
How Hiei and Kurama Met
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"Don't do it again!" Hiei shouted over his shoulder, storming out of the restaurant, either not noticing or not caring about the stares he was recieving. With their first target gone, the group shifted their eyes over to the victims of Hiei's rage, Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Kurama, who had previously been enjoying lunch.
"Is there a problem?" Kurama asked pleasantly, looking around at the staring masses.
"Yeah, take a picture, it'll last longer," Kuwabara said, glaring. Everyone quickly went back to their plates.
"Urameshi, what the hell did you do now?"
Yusuke, now eighteen, sighed and slumped back in his seat in the booth. "Damnit, I was just trying to be nice. He's got such a stick up his ass about SOMETHING that both Kayko and I thought it would do him good to set him up on a date with one of her friends. Son of a bitch."
"Oh," Kurama said under his breath, nodding and taking a sip of his drink.
Kuwabara put his elbows on the table and leaned forward, looking at the former fox-spirit. "What's up?"
Kurama sighed and put his glass down. Looking across the table at his two friends, he put out a question. "Have I ever told you exacally how Hiei and I met?"
"No," Yusuke asked, still cross over Hiei's outburst. "And what does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything."
Kuwabara and Yusuke excanged skeptical looks. Kurama sighed. "You see, we met through a friend of both of ours. Tensi."
"But that's a girl's name."
Kurama nodded.
Both boys raised their eyebrows. Now things were getting interesting. "So, Kurama," Kuwabara asked jokingly, "get any action?"
Kurama scoffed. "I never thought of her that way. Our relationship was more brother-sister. You couldn't help but think of her one of two ways--as your sister or as... something else. I met her when she was fifteen, almost sixteen. She had met Hiei much earlier, when she was about seven."
"Really? How?"
Kurama looked a bit uncomfortable. "I'm not quite sure if Hiei would want me to tell you this story or not..."
"Oh, come on!" Yusuke shouted, banging his fist on the table. A few people were beginning to stare again. "You can't just tell us a bit, then back off!"
"Shh! Okay, okay!" Kurama folded his hands in front of him, leaning forward a bit. "Imagine back about 300 years, back when being a samauri was the goal of every young man in Japan. One of the best sword and Spirit Energy masters was a wizended old man by the name of Master Onizuka. His only son had married a fire demon--"
"Wait, wait, wait," Yusuke interrupted. "He MARRIED a demon?"
"And had children by her. Not all demons are evil, they just have different blood than humans. Anyway, as I was saying, Master Onizuka's only son had married a fire demon, who bore him five boys and one girl--Tensi.
"Now, Tensi--with her half-demon blood--was a born fighter, much like her four older and one younger brothers. And due to the fact that she HAD five brothers, she had to learn how to defend herself, and learn quick. Now, don't get me wrong, her brothers loved her, but their mentality was that she was one of the guys. It didn't matter that she was a girl, they were going to train with her. So, ever since she could run, throw a punch, or swing a stick, she was sparring with her brothers.
"Her grandfather, however, found out about it when she was five..."
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A young boy, about fourteen, with strait black hair pulled back in a ponytail and bright green eyes, is charging at an older man, a wooden practice sword in his hand. A young girl, a dark-haired redhead with the same bright green eyes as her brother, sits watching the two, her knees drawn up around her chest.
As the boy yells and swings his sword, his grandfather's coal black eyes snap open, and his own wooden sword flashing brown just barely in the field of vision. The stick goes flying from the younger's hands and he loses his footing and falls on his back. Before he can spring up, he finds a barrier of wood at his throat.
"Give, boy?"
The lad nods, eyes downcast. His elder sighs, removes the wooden blade from his throat and helps him to his feet. "Aki, you've got to practice. It's not going to fall from the sky and hit you on the head."
"Grandpa, do you want this back?" Tensi walks up, holding out Aki's practice sword. Onizuka shakes his head and ruffles her hair.
"Why don't you try your hand? I'll bet you can do better than your brother..."
Aki's features darken at that, but he holds his togune and sits down in the place his sister had occupied earlier.
In about a minute and a half, Tensi has her grandfather on his back, her brother's too-long sword at his throat, both hands gripping it fiercely. Onizuka laughed and pushed the sword easily away, and sat up. "Well, well, well, you should have told me about this! We'll just have to see what we can do about it."
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"So, she became an expert swordswoman?" Kuwabara asked.
Kurama nodded. "And, for some reason, she inherited more Spirit Energy from her bloodlines than any of her brothers. She could actually transform it into a very powerful kind of fire--it could burn cold as ice, or even underwater."
"So, how did Tensi and Hiei meet?"
"Now, that... That's a long story."
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Also, I'm going to do this one a bit oddly. Until I say otherwise, it's going to be switching back and forth between Kurama telling the story to the past, making it realtime. Some of the flashbacks are part of the story Kurama is telling, part is just things that I though should be in the fic.
Confused? Don't worry, I am too.
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Cold as Fire
by Grace Musica
Chapter One
How Hiei and Kurama Met
* * * * *
"Don't do it again!" Hiei shouted over his shoulder, storming out of the restaurant, either not noticing or not caring about the stares he was recieving. With their first target gone, the group shifted their eyes over to the victims of Hiei's rage, Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Kurama, who had previously been enjoying lunch.
"Is there a problem?" Kurama asked pleasantly, looking around at the staring masses.
"Yeah, take a picture, it'll last longer," Kuwabara said, glaring. Everyone quickly went back to their plates.
"Urameshi, what the hell did you do now?"
Yusuke, now eighteen, sighed and slumped back in his seat in the booth. "Damnit, I was just trying to be nice. He's got such a stick up his ass about SOMETHING that both Kayko and I thought it would do him good to set him up on a date with one of her friends. Son of a bitch."
"Oh," Kurama said under his breath, nodding and taking a sip of his drink.
Kuwabara put his elbows on the table and leaned forward, looking at the former fox-spirit. "What's up?"
Kurama sighed and put his glass down. Looking across the table at his two friends, he put out a question. "Have I ever told you exacally how Hiei and I met?"
"No," Yusuke asked, still cross over Hiei's outburst. "And what does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything."
Kuwabara and Yusuke excanged skeptical looks. Kurama sighed. "You see, we met through a friend of both of ours. Tensi."
"But that's a girl's name."
Kurama nodded.
Both boys raised their eyebrows. Now things were getting interesting. "So, Kurama," Kuwabara asked jokingly, "get any action?"
Kurama scoffed. "I never thought of her that way. Our relationship was more brother-sister. You couldn't help but think of her one of two ways--as your sister or as... something else. I met her when she was fifteen, almost sixteen. She had met Hiei much earlier, when she was about seven."
"Really? How?"
Kurama looked a bit uncomfortable. "I'm not quite sure if Hiei would want me to tell you this story or not..."
"Oh, come on!" Yusuke shouted, banging his fist on the table. A few people were beginning to stare again. "You can't just tell us a bit, then back off!"
"Shh! Okay, okay!" Kurama folded his hands in front of him, leaning forward a bit. "Imagine back about 300 years, back when being a samauri was the goal of every young man in Japan. One of the best sword and Spirit Energy masters was a wizended old man by the name of Master Onizuka. His only son had married a fire demon--"
"Wait, wait, wait," Yusuke interrupted. "He MARRIED a demon?"
"And had children by her. Not all demons are evil, they just have different blood than humans. Anyway, as I was saying, Master Onizuka's only son had married a fire demon, who bore him five boys and one girl--Tensi.
"Now, Tensi--with her half-demon blood--was a born fighter, much like her four older and one younger brothers. And due to the fact that she HAD five brothers, she had to learn how to defend herself, and learn quick. Now, don't get me wrong, her brothers loved her, but their mentality was that she was one of the guys. It didn't matter that she was a girl, they were going to train with her. So, ever since she could run, throw a punch, or swing a stick, she was sparring with her brothers.
"Her grandfather, however, found out about it when she was five..."
* * * * *
A young boy, about fourteen, with strait black hair pulled back in a ponytail and bright green eyes, is charging at an older man, a wooden practice sword in his hand. A young girl, a dark-haired redhead with the same bright green eyes as her brother, sits watching the two, her knees drawn up around her chest.
As the boy yells and swings his sword, his grandfather's coal black eyes snap open, and his own wooden sword flashing brown just barely in the field of vision. The stick goes flying from the younger's hands and he loses his footing and falls on his back. Before he can spring up, he finds a barrier of wood at his throat.
"Give, boy?"
The lad nods, eyes downcast. His elder sighs, removes the wooden blade from his throat and helps him to his feet. "Aki, you've got to practice. It's not going to fall from the sky and hit you on the head."
"Grandpa, do you want this back?" Tensi walks up, holding out Aki's practice sword. Onizuka shakes his head and ruffles her hair.
"Why don't you try your hand? I'll bet you can do better than your brother..."
Aki's features darken at that, but he holds his togune and sits down in the place his sister had occupied earlier.
In about a minute and a half, Tensi has her grandfather on his back, her brother's too-long sword at his throat, both hands gripping it fiercely. Onizuka laughed and pushed the sword easily away, and sat up. "Well, well, well, you should have told me about this! We'll just have to see what we can do about it."
* * * * *
"So, she became an expert swordswoman?" Kuwabara asked.
Kurama nodded. "And, for some reason, she inherited more Spirit Energy from her bloodlines than any of her brothers. She could actually transform it into a very powerful kind of fire--it could burn cold as ice, or even underwater."
"So, how did Tensi and Hiei meet?"
"Now, that... That's a long story."
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