AbhorsenSabriel87: Hi again fan fic readers! I've got another fic for you!
Hiei: Before we continue, do you mind using a shorter name for your readers to help identify you, like DMC does?
AbhorsenSabriel87: Hmph. Fine...Lesse...How about...AS87?
Hiei: --sweat drop-- Whatever.
AS87: Well, now that I have Hiei's permission to continue, this is one of my many Yu Yu Hakusho fics that I will be writing. Beware! It's a bit of a drama and has a lot of angst, but you get your usual dosage of fighting, swearing, and humor like you do in the show.
Hiei: Did the authoress forget to mention something? ... (hint hint)
AS87: Hmm...Oh yeah! In all of my fics, Kurama is the definite brains of the group, although Hiei comes very close...
Hiei: With age comes wisdom.
AS87: ...Any-who, also, Yusuke and Kuwabara have at least half a brain that they don't use very often, but hey, it's there...What am I forgetting? ...Oh right! Kurama knows pretty much every language on the planet and in all of the realms and Hiei knows all of the "otherworldly" languages and knows a form of high demonic that even Kurama can't translate.
Kurama: Damn. Why can't I translate it?
Hiei: Because only those who were extremely powerful demon lords know the language. Even a master thief and linguist like you would have to study it for at least a couple decades.
AS87: Exactly. Plus, Kurama and Hiei play instruments, Kurama doesn't really have a fave because he can play any instrument he lays his hands on, and Hiei's is-
Hiei: Let them read the fic and find out! Sheesh! Spoiler alert!
AS87: True. But I will say this: Hiei is our resident chef and always will be in all of my fics.
Hiei: Good enough. Move on.
AS87: Okay, but I need one of you to say the disclaimer.
Hiei: --says mile-a-minute disclaimer--AbhorsenSabriel87doesnotownanyYuYuHakushocharacterssodon'tsueheroryou'llhave metodealwith. --takes deep breath-- Good enough for you, Thatz? (P.S. Thatz is a nickname. I do not own him or Dragon Knights.)
AS87: o-O It was a little fast, but I think they got the idea.
Hiei: Hn. Good.
Kurama: On with the fic! --gets knocked out via me and Hiei with frying pans--
AS87 & Hiei: SHUT UP FOX-BOY!!!
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Silence. A patron saint for all those who fight inner demons in desperate and fearsome battles. A loving but hollow embrace for those with sorrow, anger, hatred, distrust, and loneliness etched and scarred deeply into their heart and soul. Silence.
Author's Quote
A dark shape sat bathed in the moonlight of a waning crescent moon, only a sliver remaining of the silver orb. The moonlight revealed the shape to be that of a young man in his mid-teens with pale skin and black hair tipped with white. His face was calm as he appeared to almost be made of stone, he was so still, but whenever a slight breeze blew, the boy's black cape would swirl behind him lightly and his ebony hair in its straight-up style would sway a little, bangs barely touching the skin below a white bandana on his forehead. He sat straight, his hands resting on his knees, katana lying by his side. His black shirt was loose, as were his gi pants of the same color, but they fit him well, complimenting his small frame, but well defined muscles. His right arm was bandaged from knuckles to shoulder, but there appeared to be no injury on the arm. This boy simply sat and meditated, calming himself and his emotions, letting the waterfall and pond under the ledge he was sitting on, as well as the stream beside him, help him focus his being and developing his center.
As if in sense of danger, the boy's ears twitched lightly and a small smile creeped onto his face, but otherwise, the still figure did not move. A slight noise, like that of a soft step touching softer moss, came from his left, as well as a slight sense of power. Power that could only belong to one person.
"Come to find me again, Kurama?" the boy said, opening his dark eyes, his voice calm, apathetic and soft, but he was heard easily enough. A quiet laugh came from his left and a boy about his same apparent age with soft, but vibrant red hair came into the moonlight. His emerald green eyes reflected the moonlight beautifully and a slight smile played at his lips. His own frame was slim as well, but he instead wore a dark violet kimono- like garb over white gi pants and a long and loose sleeved white shirt. His hands were in his pockets as he stepped forward, not making any sound whatsoever. Well, anyone human wouldn't be able to hear him at least.
"Your senses are as sharp as ever, my friend," the red haired boy said calmly as the dark haired boy turned his head to look at the intruder. "I see you came to meditate again," the boy continued. "How is it that you knew exactly where I was?"
"I should ask you the same question," the darker boy said calmly, swiftly standing with his sword in hand. Almost faster than the eye could see, the boy had leapt off his perch and stood naught but five feet away from the red-head, who towered over him by at least a foot. "Why did you seek me out tonight?" he continued, attaching his sword firmly to his belt. "Do you need someone to speak with?"
"No," the other replied. "Not me at least. Koenma wishes to have an audience and sent me out to find him." The shorter boy smirked. "Why come for me then?" he asked, not inquiring, but just to humor himself. "He could easily call for the ningens and leave me at peace for more than one or two nights." The boy called Kurama shook his head.
"He requires all of us as an audience," he said calmly. He gave the other boy a sly look. "Are you trying to get out of your agreement, Hiei?"
The shorter boy glared lightly at his friend. "Hn," he said, "I have always been a man of my word and I do have some honor and dignity. I would never back down on an agreement, no matter how much I detest it."
"So, you're coming?"
"Why not? On your so-called 'bright side', I get to expel my anger at the toddler at some fiend who is trying to wreak havoc." Kurama smiled, as did Hiei. The taller gave a mock bow and Hiei laughed softly.
"Lead the way, kitsune," he said, and the two walked east towards the giant palace they knew lay in wait nearly three and a half miles away.
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AS87: Oooh! I wonder what the job is!!! I'm so excited!!!
Hiei: You're the authoress!!! You should know what the job is, you wrote the damn fic! Sheesh! Are all ningens around here as idiotic as you? -- storms off--
AS87: Okay...What's his deal?
Kurama: I think he just hates what you're going to do to him in this fic.
Yoko Kurama: Either that or he just hates you in general.
--"WHACK!!!" both kitsunes get knocked out via me with a giant rubber mallet--
Hmph. Jerks. Anywho, R&R peoples! I do accept anonymous reviews! I JUST NEED REVIEWS!!!!
Hiei: Before we continue, do you mind using a shorter name for your readers to help identify you, like DMC does?
AbhorsenSabriel87: Hmph. Fine...Lesse...How about...AS87?
Hiei: --sweat drop-- Whatever.
AS87: Well, now that I have Hiei's permission to continue, this is one of my many Yu Yu Hakusho fics that I will be writing. Beware! It's a bit of a drama and has a lot of angst, but you get your usual dosage of fighting, swearing, and humor like you do in the show.
Hiei: Did the authoress forget to mention something? ... (hint hint)
AS87: Hmm...Oh yeah! In all of my fics, Kurama is the definite brains of the group, although Hiei comes very close...
Hiei: With age comes wisdom.
AS87: ...Any-who, also, Yusuke and Kuwabara have at least half a brain that they don't use very often, but hey, it's there...What am I forgetting? ...Oh right! Kurama knows pretty much every language on the planet and in all of the realms and Hiei knows all of the "otherworldly" languages and knows a form of high demonic that even Kurama can't translate.
Kurama: Damn. Why can't I translate it?
Hiei: Because only those who were extremely powerful demon lords know the language. Even a master thief and linguist like you would have to study it for at least a couple decades.
AS87: Exactly. Plus, Kurama and Hiei play instruments, Kurama doesn't really have a fave because he can play any instrument he lays his hands on, and Hiei's is-
Hiei: Let them read the fic and find out! Sheesh! Spoiler alert!
AS87: True. But I will say this: Hiei is our resident chef and always will be in all of my fics.
Hiei: Good enough. Move on.
AS87: Okay, but I need one of you to say the disclaimer.
Hiei: --says mile-a-minute disclaimer--AbhorsenSabriel87doesnotownanyYuYuHakushocharacterssodon'tsueheroryou'llhave metodealwith. --takes deep breath-- Good enough for you, Thatz? (P.S. Thatz is a nickname. I do not own him or Dragon Knights.)
AS87: o-O It was a little fast, but I think they got the idea.
Hiei: Hn. Good.
Kurama: On with the fic! --gets knocked out via me and Hiei with frying pans--
AS87 & Hiei: SHUT UP FOX-BOY!!!
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Silence. A patron saint for all those who fight inner demons in desperate and fearsome battles. A loving but hollow embrace for those with sorrow, anger, hatred, distrust, and loneliness etched and scarred deeply into their heart and soul. Silence.
Author's Quote
A dark shape sat bathed in the moonlight of a waning crescent moon, only a sliver remaining of the silver orb. The moonlight revealed the shape to be that of a young man in his mid-teens with pale skin and black hair tipped with white. His face was calm as he appeared to almost be made of stone, he was so still, but whenever a slight breeze blew, the boy's black cape would swirl behind him lightly and his ebony hair in its straight-up style would sway a little, bangs barely touching the skin below a white bandana on his forehead. He sat straight, his hands resting on his knees, katana lying by his side. His black shirt was loose, as were his gi pants of the same color, but they fit him well, complimenting his small frame, but well defined muscles. His right arm was bandaged from knuckles to shoulder, but there appeared to be no injury on the arm. This boy simply sat and meditated, calming himself and his emotions, letting the waterfall and pond under the ledge he was sitting on, as well as the stream beside him, help him focus his being and developing his center.
As if in sense of danger, the boy's ears twitched lightly and a small smile creeped onto his face, but otherwise, the still figure did not move. A slight noise, like that of a soft step touching softer moss, came from his left, as well as a slight sense of power. Power that could only belong to one person.
"Come to find me again, Kurama?" the boy said, opening his dark eyes, his voice calm, apathetic and soft, but he was heard easily enough. A quiet laugh came from his left and a boy about his same apparent age with soft, but vibrant red hair came into the moonlight. His emerald green eyes reflected the moonlight beautifully and a slight smile played at his lips. His own frame was slim as well, but he instead wore a dark violet kimono- like garb over white gi pants and a long and loose sleeved white shirt. His hands were in his pockets as he stepped forward, not making any sound whatsoever. Well, anyone human wouldn't be able to hear him at least.
"Your senses are as sharp as ever, my friend," the red haired boy said calmly as the dark haired boy turned his head to look at the intruder. "I see you came to meditate again," the boy continued. "How is it that you knew exactly where I was?"
"I should ask you the same question," the darker boy said calmly, swiftly standing with his sword in hand. Almost faster than the eye could see, the boy had leapt off his perch and stood naught but five feet away from the red-head, who towered over him by at least a foot. "Why did you seek me out tonight?" he continued, attaching his sword firmly to his belt. "Do you need someone to speak with?"
"No," the other replied. "Not me at least. Koenma wishes to have an audience and sent me out to find him." The shorter boy smirked. "Why come for me then?" he asked, not inquiring, but just to humor himself. "He could easily call for the ningens and leave me at peace for more than one or two nights." The boy called Kurama shook his head.
"He requires all of us as an audience," he said calmly. He gave the other boy a sly look. "Are you trying to get out of your agreement, Hiei?"
The shorter boy glared lightly at his friend. "Hn," he said, "I have always been a man of my word and I do have some honor and dignity. I would never back down on an agreement, no matter how much I detest it."
"So, you're coming?"
"Why not? On your so-called 'bright side', I get to expel my anger at the toddler at some fiend who is trying to wreak havoc." Kurama smiled, as did Hiei. The taller gave a mock bow and Hiei laughed softly.
"Lead the way, kitsune," he said, and the two walked east towards the giant palace they knew lay in wait nearly three and a half miles away.
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AS87: Oooh! I wonder what the job is!!! I'm so excited!!!
Hiei: You're the authoress!!! You should know what the job is, you wrote the damn fic! Sheesh! Are all ningens around here as idiotic as you? -- storms off--
AS87: Okay...What's his deal?
Kurama: I think he just hates what you're going to do to him in this fic.
Yoko Kurama: Either that or he just hates you in general.
--"WHACK!!!" both kitsunes get knocked out via me with a giant rubber mallet--
Hmph. Jerks. Anywho, R&R peoples! I do accept anonymous reviews! I JUST NEED REVIEWS!!!!