Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho is not mine. I wish I owned Yusuke and Kurama and
Hiei and Kuwabara and Genkai
and Koenma but I don't. If I did, the world would be a better place because
all those angsty
Kurama/Hiei fans would be so much happier. I know I would. ^^' Yeah.
+coughs+
Hiring the Cast
Directing a movie is not the simplest thing in the world. Not at all. My first act was picking the cast. I was sifting through the phonebook, a.k.a my magna wish list, when I came across one of my favorite anime at the bottom of the list.
Yu Yu Hakusho.
And this was where it all started. I flew to Japan at top speed, using my wonderful super powers of rabid fangirlishness. I landed outside of Genkai's place, panting out my small little lungs, and clutching portraits of my three darlings. And a few copies of Kuwabara's poetry. It wasn't the first time I had flown to Japan in search of these guys. Not to mention I had stolen Kurama's hair brush comb, and Yusuke's current bottle of hair gel, and the poetry book from Kuwabara. Hiei, he ended up catching me, and stealing Kurama's brush! Life sucked at that present time, but I began to wonder why Hiei stole it.
Anyway, I brushed away my semi-brown semi-blonde hair from my eyes, straightened my glasses, and started walking. It wasn't long before I got to the warehouse at the harbor, Hiei's present hide away. I drew my sword of rabidness and entered. There was Hiei, with his back to me, staring at a picture of Kurama. I blinked and coughed loudly. He turned around and tossed the picture aside, the glass frame crashing into the wall.
Hiei: Shimatta. What're you doing in here? +growls and unsheathes his katana+
Karissa (Me): Settle down boy. I came with a request. +grins+
Hiei: Request? Hn. What kind of request?
Me: I need you to star in my latest movie.
Hiei: No. Star, in your movie? +scoffs+ I doubt I would ever do anything of the like.
Me: Oh, yes you will. Otherwise I'll tell Kurama about your slight, obsession? +gestures to the smashed torn picture+
Hiei: You do and I will slit your throat.
Me: I'll sic my rabid in a jar on you.
Hiei: Rabid in a jar? Hn. I'll rip her to shreds as well, give you a demonstration and a preview of the things to come.
Me: As long as you take off your shirt, I'm fine with anything! +broad grin+
Hiei: +death glare+ I would never do anything of the sort for you!
Me: You will for Kurama, won't you?
Hiei: Pansuke! How dare you...? +sullen glare+
Me: Never call me a pansuke! +takes a small jar from her pocket and threatens to open the lid+
Hiei: +growls and flashes behind me, grabbing me by the wrist and twisting my arm+ Hn. Thought you could beat me?
Me: +throws the jar and breaks it open on the concrete+
An ugly girl of about thirteen, wearing a Hiei t-shirt and Kurama boxers jumps out of the jar. She has red hair dyed to fit Kurama's, and has a jagan tattooed on her forehead. She has a Kurama+Hiei button pinned to her chest, and she is squealing in sheer delight, her color contacted red eyes sparkling dramatically.
Rabid Fan Girl: HIEI! +screams and clings to him from behind+
Hiei: +for fear of letting me go, he kicks her on the knee+
Rabid Fan Girl: +is unfazed+ Hiei! I've been kicked by Hiei! +screams+ Marry me!
After an extreme fight in which I was very close to Hiei (and glad), Hiei ended up on his knees, still clinging to me and attempting to cover his ears as well. He was stripped down to his red boxers, and his katana was missing. The rabid fan girl had them, as she worshipping them as they were placed upon the crate Hiei had been sitting on earlier.
Rabid Fan Girl: Oh great Master of the Otaku, I, the great Jeynika Danimiya, sacrifice these articles of attire to the Gods in order to meet more bishounen of wonder in the future!
Me: +gags and clutches Hiei+
Hiei: +throws me down and sheathes his katana+
Me: +snaps fingers, and Rabid Fan Girl returns to her now whole jar+
Hiei: +blinks and puts on his clothes+
Me: +whimpers+ So, will you join me?
Hiei: +nods+ Yes, only on one condition.
Me: That I will love you forever?
Hiei: As if. +smirks+ Just keep that idiotic girl away from me. And do not tell Kurama about any of this.
Me: All right! +moves to hug him+
Hiei: +growls+ Touch me and suffer.
Me: Deal. +backs away+ I'll get you later.
I successfully had Hiei working for me. As we walked out of the warehouse, I began skipping. Now it was on to Yusuke. He wouldn't be that difficult, seeing that I had Hiei with him, he would be immediately agreeable. I grinned and pulled out Yusuke's hair gel from my pack and sniffed the opening. It smelled exactly of Yusuke, or, at least of Yusuke's apartment. Hiei gave me an odd stare, as if I were an major otaku, but I regarded it with a placid sniff.
Yusuke would be mine almost instantly.
Hiring the Cast
Directing a movie is not the simplest thing in the world. Not at all. My first act was picking the cast. I was sifting through the phonebook, a.k.a my magna wish list, when I came across one of my favorite anime at the bottom of the list.
Yu Yu Hakusho.
And this was where it all started. I flew to Japan at top speed, using my wonderful super powers of rabid fangirlishness. I landed outside of Genkai's place, panting out my small little lungs, and clutching portraits of my three darlings. And a few copies of Kuwabara's poetry. It wasn't the first time I had flown to Japan in search of these guys. Not to mention I had stolen Kurama's hair brush comb, and Yusuke's current bottle of hair gel, and the poetry book from Kuwabara. Hiei, he ended up catching me, and stealing Kurama's brush! Life sucked at that present time, but I began to wonder why Hiei stole it.
Anyway, I brushed away my semi-brown semi-blonde hair from my eyes, straightened my glasses, and started walking. It wasn't long before I got to the warehouse at the harbor, Hiei's present hide away. I drew my sword of rabidness and entered. There was Hiei, with his back to me, staring at a picture of Kurama. I blinked and coughed loudly. He turned around and tossed the picture aside, the glass frame crashing into the wall.
Hiei: Shimatta. What're you doing in here? +growls and unsheathes his katana+
Karissa (Me): Settle down boy. I came with a request. +grins+
Hiei: Request? Hn. What kind of request?
Me: I need you to star in my latest movie.
Hiei: No. Star, in your movie? +scoffs+ I doubt I would ever do anything of the like.
Me: Oh, yes you will. Otherwise I'll tell Kurama about your slight, obsession? +gestures to the smashed torn picture+
Hiei: You do and I will slit your throat.
Me: I'll sic my rabid in a jar on you.
Hiei: Rabid in a jar? Hn. I'll rip her to shreds as well, give you a demonstration and a preview of the things to come.
Me: As long as you take off your shirt, I'm fine with anything! +broad grin+
Hiei: +death glare+ I would never do anything of the sort for you!
Me: You will for Kurama, won't you?
Hiei: Pansuke! How dare you...? +sullen glare+
Me: Never call me a pansuke! +takes a small jar from her pocket and threatens to open the lid+
Hiei: +growls and flashes behind me, grabbing me by the wrist and twisting my arm+ Hn. Thought you could beat me?
Me: +throws the jar and breaks it open on the concrete+
An ugly girl of about thirteen, wearing a Hiei t-shirt and Kurama boxers jumps out of the jar. She has red hair dyed to fit Kurama's, and has a jagan tattooed on her forehead. She has a Kurama+Hiei button pinned to her chest, and she is squealing in sheer delight, her color contacted red eyes sparkling dramatically.
Rabid Fan Girl: HIEI! +screams and clings to him from behind+
Hiei: +for fear of letting me go, he kicks her on the knee+
Rabid Fan Girl: +is unfazed+ Hiei! I've been kicked by Hiei! +screams+ Marry me!
After an extreme fight in which I was very close to Hiei (and glad), Hiei ended up on his knees, still clinging to me and attempting to cover his ears as well. He was stripped down to his red boxers, and his katana was missing. The rabid fan girl had them, as she worshipping them as they were placed upon the crate Hiei had been sitting on earlier.
Rabid Fan Girl: Oh great Master of the Otaku, I, the great Jeynika Danimiya, sacrifice these articles of attire to the Gods in order to meet more bishounen of wonder in the future!
Me: +gags and clutches Hiei+
Hiei: +throws me down and sheathes his katana+
Me: +snaps fingers, and Rabid Fan Girl returns to her now whole jar+
Hiei: +blinks and puts on his clothes+
Me: +whimpers+ So, will you join me?
Hiei: +nods+ Yes, only on one condition.
Me: That I will love you forever?
Hiei: As if. +smirks+ Just keep that idiotic girl away from me. And do not tell Kurama about any of this.
Me: All right! +moves to hug him+
Hiei: +growls+ Touch me and suffer.
Me: Deal. +backs away+ I'll get you later.
I successfully had Hiei working for me. As we walked out of the warehouse, I began skipping. Now it was on to Yusuke. He wouldn't be that difficult, seeing that I had Hiei with him, he would be immediately agreeable. I grinned and pulled out Yusuke's hair gel from my pack and sniffed the opening. It smelled exactly of Yusuke, or, at least of Yusuke's apartment. Hiei gave me an odd stare, as if I were an major otaku, but I regarded it with a placid sniff.
Yusuke would be mine almost instantly.