Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, or Hiei *SOB*. Still, I do bless the
creator of YYH for creating such characters like Hiei and Kurama. ^^ Now,
ranting!
Fugen: No mpreg, but there's still kids! Kawaii-ness! Lots of it!
Kurama: What are you saying, Fugen?
Fugen: That's what's gonna be in this fic. And gods! Funny ones! Cute ones! Good-looking ones! Ones you just HAVE to hate!
Hiei: What is she, an advertisement for herself?
Fugen: *screech* Hiei!
Hiei: Oh, damn... -- -- ;
Fugen: Onto chapter one, Council of the Gods!
~God knows where~
"Ryokai! Ryokai, are you listening to me?!"
Languidly Ryokai turned his one-eyed gaze toward his fellow immortal, Taki, goddess of water and self-proclaimed enemy of Ryokai. The white- haired god of fire simply blinked a couple times, then turned his attentions to his hand. Never one to stay still, Ryokai's hand had been fingering the hem of his tunic. The fingertips slid along the white gold leg guard on Ryokai's right leg to the circlets of silver round his left ankle. Like a silent child, Ryokai played quietly with the plain jewelry.
"RYOKAI!"
Lifting his head once again, Ryokai blinked at Taki and inquired, " Yes?" Her face red with fury and doing no justice to her beautiful sea- green eyes, Taki glared fiercely down at Ryokai, who sat calmly in his throne of white gold. Taki fumed, " What are you doing, playing with yourself when you should be tending to that descendant of yours!" "I'm not Hiei's baby-sitter. Besides, he'd hate something like that. He's got pride," added Ryokai in afterthought. He resumed his attentions on his anklets. Taki went on raging.
"You KNOW that we gods are not to interfere in the lives of mortals!"
"Hiei's not a mortal. He's a fire demon. Unless someone rips out his heart, he's immortal."
"That's not the point! Hiei is not a god, and thus you shouldn't be interfering with what goes on in his life!"
"So you would rather have me simply watch one of my own blood be sold as a sex slave, forced to produce a child he'll never love, be deprived of happiness, as is his right?"
"What right does he have? Hiei has killed, plundered, and murdered!"
"Killed and plundered means the same thing, Taki, and he never plundered...not enough, anyway, to call it plundering."
While Ryokai went into deep thought about Hiei's level of plundering, Taki raised a hand to her face, trying to calm herself. Meanwhile Hanketsu, the earth-eyed god of earth, and Kyoku, the volatile goddess of wind, simply watched. A scene like this was not new in the realm of the gods. Despite his element, Ryokai was often cool and calm and childishly simple, so much that it would often set off the ever-changing moods of Taki into a raging flood.
Seeing Taki's attempts to calm down, Ryokai grew a bit serious (note: a bit). "What I intend to do with Hiei will not effect anyone but himself and Kurama. It should not worry you," Ryokai said. Taki shot back, "But no one even knows WHAT you're going to do!" " Inari knows," Ryokai replied absently. Rolling her eyes, Taki snapped, "You mean that lesser god you're always consorting with? Are you not a god, Ryokai? Show some more dignity, more majesty! Not consorting with lesser gods and acting like a child!" " Children know more than one ever realizes. Too bad their knowledge only deteriorates as they grow older and more exposed to reality," Ryokai sighed, shaking his head.
"Enough," Hanketsu said suddenly. He cut off Taki, who was opening her mouth to say somethin else. Dark eyes somber, Hanketsu stood from his bronze throne and spoke in a quiet, sure voice. As the Judge of the Gods, Hanketsu was not lacking in rapt listeners.
"What Ryokai says is true, Taki. Focused on simply one single descendant who has only but one true connection, Ryokai's doings on that particular descendant will have no great effect except for the souls within. Besides, Taki..." Hanketsu fixed his eyes, his dark, earth-brown eyes of wisdom, on Taki. "You would do well to act as Ryokai does, for he is certainly more human than you, from what I see and hear. Might I point out, Taki, that most of your descendants are not happy, while Ryokai's flourishes in joy. Why? Because he cares for them, and still practices the moderation in which we gods dictate when intervening in the lives of the ones below. Do as you will, Ryokai. I trust you."
Ryokai's lips curved into a small smile, a grateful and pleased one. Swinging his long hair over his shoulder, Ryokai stood up from his seat and called, "Inari-chan!"
Almost immediately the great silvery-white fox-god appeared in fox form, nine tails waving languidly in the air behind him. Trotting up to Ryokai's feet, Inari closed his eyes as Ryokai knelt down and planted a greeting kiss between Inari's eyes. In return Inari snuffled the exposed chest Ryokai's tunic presented to him.
Disgusted, Taki opened her mouth to begin a fresh assault, but Kyoku stopped her. "As Hanketsu does, I trust Ryokai," Kyoku began, "because he sees what should be seen, while all else fails to see it." "I fail to see what you mean," Taki replied sharply. Kyoku nodded her head at Ryokai, who was rubbing a itchy spot behind Inari's ear, earning a amorous growl from the fox-god.
"Ryokai understands, Taki. He understands that feelings should not be restricted by gender, immortality, status, language, etc. He knows that feelings should have no limitations, and thus he has no fear, no shame, in consorting with Inari. You should do the same, Taki."
"What? Consort with a fox-god? Unlikely!"
Kyoku gazed steadily at Taki with her golden, seemingly blank eyes. " No, Taki. I only meant that you should not set up such walls of what should be done because they are proper or otherwise. Do as Ryokai does. Know no boundaries. Feel as humans do, for all you think their weaknesses to be, their strengths are."
//Well? What now today?// Inari wanted to know. Bored with growling, Inari snuffled again at Ryokai's smooth-skinned chest, which smelt very faintly of ashes and more like apple blossoms. Ears perked, Inari licked Ryokai's chest, and tasted not the apple taste he expected but a very sweet, but not too sweet, taste that he just wanted to lick off until it was all gone.
But Ryokai held Inari back, saying, "I need that chest, Inari-chan. As for what to do today, what else? Pay Hiei a secret visit." //When are we going to REALLY do something? I hate these 'secret visits' of yours. We've done that one time too many!// Inari protested. Ryokai smiled, " I just want to check on the fire gem he gave Kurama." //Why?// Inari wanted to know. //You still haven't told me about it, you know.//
"Patience, Inari-chan. You'll know very soon, should all go well."
//Not even a stupid little hint?//
"Oh, very well. Here's the hint: a near literal product of love."
Inari's ears drooped. //What kind of hint is that?//
Ryokai laughed, causing Inari to perk up his ears again to hear it.
"The best kind, koi. The best kind."
Fugen: Wha ha ha ha ha ha! Exactly what IS Ryokai talking about? Don't worry, 'cause you'll find out in the next chappie!
Kurama: How soon will it come up?
Fugen: Dunno. Got work to do, you know.
Kurama: Work as in...?
Fugen: Glomping Hiei, of course! Oh, Hiei....
Fugen: No mpreg, but there's still kids! Kawaii-ness! Lots of it!
Kurama: What are you saying, Fugen?
Fugen: That's what's gonna be in this fic. And gods! Funny ones! Cute ones! Good-looking ones! Ones you just HAVE to hate!
Hiei: What is she, an advertisement for herself?
Fugen: *screech* Hiei!
Hiei: Oh, damn... -- -- ;
Fugen: Onto chapter one, Council of the Gods!
~God knows where~
"Ryokai! Ryokai, are you listening to me?!"
Languidly Ryokai turned his one-eyed gaze toward his fellow immortal, Taki, goddess of water and self-proclaimed enemy of Ryokai. The white- haired god of fire simply blinked a couple times, then turned his attentions to his hand. Never one to stay still, Ryokai's hand had been fingering the hem of his tunic. The fingertips slid along the white gold leg guard on Ryokai's right leg to the circlets of silver round his left ankle. Like a silent child, Ryokai played quietly with the plain jewelry.
"RYOKAI!"
Lifting his head once again, Ryokai blinked at Taki and inquired, " Yes?" Her face red with fury and doing no justice to her beautiful sea- green eyes, Taki glared fiercely down at Ryokai, who sat calmly in his throne of white gold. Taki fumed, " What are you doing, playing with yourself when you should be tending to that descendant of yours!" "I'm not Hiei's baby-sitter. Besides, he'd hate something like that. He's got pride," added Ryokai in afterthought. He resumed his attentions on his anklets. Taki went on raging.
"You KNOW that we gods are not to interfere in the lives of mortals!"
"Hiei's not a mortal. He's a fire demon. Unless someone rips out his heart, he's immortal."
"That's not the point! Hiei is not a god, and thus you shouldn't be interfering with what goes on in his life!"
"So you would rather have me simply watch one of my own blood be sold as a sex slave, forced to produce a child he'll never love, be deprived of happiness, as is his right?"
"What right does he have? Hiei has killed, plundered, and murdered!"
"Killed and plundered means the same thing, Taki, and he never plundered...not enough, anyway, to call it plundering."
While Ryokai went into deep thought about Hiei's level of plundering, Taki raised a hand to her face, trying to calm herself. Meanwhile Hanketsu, the earth-eyed god of earth, and Kyoku, the volatile goddess of wind, simply watched. A scene like this was not new in the realm of the gods. Despite his element, Ryokai was often cool and calm and childishly simple, so much that it would often set off the ever-changing moods of Taki into a raging flood.
Seeing Taki's attempts to calm down, Ryokai grew a bit serious (note: a bit). "What I intend to do with Hiei will not effect anyone but himself and Kurama. It should not worry you," Ryokai said. Taki shot back, "But no one even knows WHAT you're going to do!" " Inari knows," Ryokai replied absently. Rolling her eyes, Taki snapped, "You mean that lesser god you're always consorting with? Are you not a god, Ryokai? Show some more dignity, more majesty! Not consorting with lesser gods and acting like a child!" " Children know more than one ever realizes. Too bad their knowledge only deteriorates as they grow older and more exposed to reality," Ryokai sighed, shaking his head.
"Enough," Hanketsu said suddenly. He cut off Taki, who was opening her mouth to say somethin else. Dark eyes somber, Hanketsu stood from his bronze throne and spoke in a quiet, sure voice. As the Judge of the Gods, Hanketsu was not lacking in rapt listeners.
"What Ryokai says is true, Taki. Focused on simply one single descendant who has only but one true connection, Ryokai's doings on that particular descendant will have no great effect except for the souls within. Besides, Taki..." Hanketsu fixed his eyes, his dark, earth-brown eyes of wisdom, on Taki. "You would do well to act as Ryokai does, for he is certainly more human than you, from what I see and hear. Might I point out, Taki, that most of your descendants are not happy, while Ryokai's flourishes in joy. Why? Because he cares for them, and still practices the moderation in which we gods dictate when intervening in the lives of the ones below. Do as you will, Ryokai. I trust you."
Ryokai's lips curved into a small smile, a grateful and pleased one. Swinging his long hair over his shoulder, Ryokai stood up from his seat and called, "Inari-chan!"
Almost immediately the great silvery-white fox-god appeared in fox form, nine tails waving languidly in the air behind him. Trotting up to Ryokai's feet, Inari closed his eyes as Ryokai knelt down and planted a greeting kiss between Inari's eyes. In return Inari snuffled the exposed chest Ryokai's tunic presented to him.
Disgusted, Taki opened her mouth to begin a fresh assault, but Kyoku stopped her. "As Hanketsu does, I trust Ryokai," Kyoku began, "because he sees what should be seen, while all else fails to see it." "I fail to see what you mean," Taki replied sharply. Kyoku nodded her head at Ryokai, who was rubbing a itchy spot behind Inari's ear, earning a amorous growl from the fox-god.
"Ryokai understands, Taki. He understands that feelings should not be restricted by gender, immortality, status, language, etc. He knows that feelings should have no limitations, and thus he has no fear, no shame, in consorting with Inari. You should do the same, Taki."
"What? Consort with a fox-god? Unlikely!"
Kyoku gazed steadily at Taki with her golden, seemingly blank eyes. " No, Taki. I only meant that you should not set up such walls of what should be done because they are proper or otherwise. Do as Ryokai does. Know no boundaries. Feel as humans do, for all you think their weaknesses to be, their strengths are."
//Well? What now today?// Inari wanted to know. Bored with growling, Inari snuffled again at Ryokai's smooth-skinned chest, which smelt very faintly of ashes and more like apple blossoms. Ears perked, Inari licked Ryokai's chest, and tasted not the apple taste he expected but a very sweet, but not too sweet, taste that he just wanted to lick off until it was all gone.
But Ryokai held Inari back, saying, "I need that chest, Inari-chan. As for what to do today, what else? Pay Hiei a secret visit." //When are we going to REALLY do something? I hate these 'secret visits' of yours. We've done that one time too many!// Inari protested. Ryokai smiled, " I just want to check on the fire gem he gave Kurama." //Why?// Inari wanted to know. //You still haven't told me about it, you know.//
"Patience, Inari-chan. You'll know very soon, should all go well."
//Not even a stupid little hint?//
"Oh, very well. Here's the hint: a near literal product of love."
Inari's ears drooped. //What kind of hint is that?//
Ryokai laughed, causing Inari to perk up his ears again to hear it.
"The best kind, koi. The best kind."
Fugen: Wha ha ha ha ha ha! Exactly what IS Ryokai talking about? Don't worry, 'cause you'll find out in the next chappie!
Kurama: How soon will it come up?
Fugen: Dunno. Got work to do, you know.
Kurama: Work as in...?
Fugen: Glomping Hiei, of course! Oh, Hiei....