Hey! It's Lily again! This is a funny story! I never thought Mukuro would be a good cook! Heh!
I don't own anything…
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There was a loud bang on his apartment door. This woke Kurama up.
Who the hell?
He walked lazily to the door in his white pajamas. When he opened the door a shadowy figure past him and went straight to the bedroom. He sighed.
Hiei…
He then closed and locked the door. He looked at the clock and groaned. It was 3…
He went to the bedroom where his friend was scampering around.
"Hiei, what are you-"
"You've got to hide me!"
"What?"
"Hide me!" Hiei raised his voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Mukuro's cooked me something…"
Kurama froze. Oh no…
Mukuro, now trying to act more of a lady had cooked Hiei something a few weeks back. From what he heard, it was horrid.
"Why don't you give an excuse?" Kurama reasoned.
Hiei glared at him. "Kurama, this is Mukuro we're talking about. And when it's Mukuro… There are no buts…"
Kurama nodded. "But you're in Human world. She won't come knocking on my-"
There was a soft knock on the door.
"door…" Kurama finished. "Hide!"
Hiei ran under the bed.
"Hiei!" Kurama hissed. "What about me?"
There was another knock.
Kurama gulped. He knew he had to answer it…
He walked slowly to the door. When he opened it, he froze. One of the three kings of demon world (who was actually a queen now…) was standing outside his apartment door.
"Hello Kurama." She looked up at him.
"Oh! Mukuro! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, trying to sound surprised.
"May I come in?" She asked politely. She seemed to be holding something. Something big…
Like a pot…
Kurama gulped and smiled uneasily. "Sure…" There was no saying no…
She walked slowly to the living room, the pot carefully in her hands. She then sat on the sofa and placed the pot on her lap. She waited for Kurama to sit opposite of her on another couch before she proceeded to talk.
"I was hoping you knew where Hiei is?"
"No. Why?" Kurama tried to act casual.
"Well I was cooking him dinner…" She placed her hand on the seemingly warm pot. "But he vanished… So I reckoned he went to your place."
"Who did you get the directions from?" Kurama asked out of plain curiosity.
"I have my ways…" She looked at him closely. "Did he come?"
"No. I haven't seen him for weeks…" Kurama lied.
"Oh. I see…" She looked at her pot sadly. She then looked up at him. "Why don't you try it?"
Oh crap… Kurama tried to smile. He then shook his head. "No thanks!"
"No. I insist." She said firmly.
"I don't want to get the sofa dirty…" Yeah. With my vomit…
"Oh it's just one spoon." She opened the pot. Purple steam floated into the air. Inside the purple soup was a wooden spoon. Mukuro scoped up a blob of the lumpy stew.
Kurama thought he saw it move. "Hehe. No Mukuro! I just ate! Please no!" He was begging now.
There was no negotiating. She popped it into his mouth.
Kurama did not know how to describe it. It tasted like foul egg mixed with rotten flesh of a chicken, zebra, bloated hippo and then topped of with milk that was expired for ten years in a humid rainforest. Next thing he knew, he had blacked out.
Under the bed, Hiei could hear Mukuro trying to wake Kurama up. He had taken one spoon of that horror that Hiei had to face every now and then but since Kurama was human; his body could not take the filthy soup. He laughed silently. Now Kurama had felt what Hiei felt.
"That's for last weekend…" he whispered, smirking.
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That was it! Hope you liked it! Please review! (Starts dancing)