Yoko's Day With Mother

The battle had been long and hard. But they had won. It was a few mid-C-class level demons that had broken though the barrier looking for a good time. What they had found was the Spirit team waiting for them. The battle had been more like a spar, but none of them had taken it seriously. They had only received a few scrapes and several cuts nothing, serious, except for Kurama. The fox had decided to let Yoko out for a little fun during the fight, but had been hit with a strange attack knocking him unconscious.

For this reason Hiei was climbing up the tree outside Kurama's window, silver blocking half his view. Pulling himself and, the still unconscious, silver fox though the window, Hiei then tossed Yoko on the bed and a blanket on top for him. Then scribbling a quick note in the common Miakia language, then disappearing from sight back out the window.

As the sun shone through the still open window, Yoko cracked open an eye before rolling on his stomach and standing on all fours and stretching like a cat. After popped his back in several places, Yoko sat back on his heels blinking a few times taking in the room around him.

'Wait...Room?'

Looking around the room again, Yoko took in the small setting that was Kuramas room. He had never been in the Kits room before, only looked through his eyes. Taking notice of a slip of paper sitting on the bedside table, in the organized room, Yoko picked it up and read:

Yoko

we do not know why but you are stuck that way until it wears off or we find a way to change you. Just stay in the room and DO NOT leave.

Hiei

"I get to be in charge...for...who nows how long! Screw staying here!" Yoko yelled, climbing out of Kuramas bed and heading for his dresser. Pulling a nicer shirt from the draw, Yoko removed his upper tunic replacing it with the shirt. Pulling open another draw, this one holding pants, he pulled out a pair trying to put them on. Then they don't fit right he pulled them back off and throwing them across the room, then continued to search the draws.

Finally settling for a pair of sweat pants, Yoko left the bedroom in search of more exceptionable pair of pants. He was a youko, that meant appearance means everything when trying to get lyed. Casing future plans to the back of his mind for a later time, Yoko opened the door to a bedroom, spotting a pile of clothes sitting on a bed. Grabbing a pair of jeans off the bottom of the pile, knocking the rest of the clothes to the floor, he nearly ripped the sweat pants on and replacing them with the baggy jeans.

'Not as tight as I would like,but it'll have to do.' Yoko thought, pulling the loose space of the jeans back and wrapped the extra slightly around to get a tight view of them before releasing them and turning. 'Oh...shit...'

There in the doorway stood Shiori, Kurama's mother.

"Who...Who are you?"

"...I know your son..."

"Which one? The older or younger?"

'Shit...again...Was the Kit older or younger?' Going with a shot in the dark Yoko answered, "Older..."

I know it's short, but I had this whole chapter written before I even finished my last story. Only it got deleted and I lost the hand written copy. I only receantly got over it enough to try and rewrite it.