My second Yu Yu Hakusho fanfic! This one was done a while back, while the plot is two years old! I've improved the plot and filled in the plot holes too! Hope you like it :D
How do you get addicted to ice cream when you're a cold blooded killer?
Now really... exactly how? Well, first you have to be addicted the ice cream, second you need to be
able to nickname ice cream 'sweet snow' while keeping you dignity, and third, you need to be short
and highly tempered. This may not make any sense, (probably doesn't right now), but it will once you read the summary. Or will it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. All pictures, quotes, descriptions, and/or content do not belong to me. It belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi. I do own the plot of this story, and ideas however. So do not take this idea without emailing me or asking me before hand. If you want a quick response, email me at: .
Summary: A certain fire demon has stubbornly said that he hates ice cream, even though he has a "slight" craving for it one hour before dawn. Hints of shonen ai. Contents inappropriate language.
'oOo' means it has changed to another person's point-of-view.
A scoop of sweet snow sat innocently in a plain, white, bowl. It slid gently as it melted in the summer heat. I sniffed it. No smell. Still, it could be a demon in a type of armor. "NO," I said bluntly to the tall red head. "Hiei, it's just ice cream," said the sly fox demon. "Yes. That's what you said about the green vines in your room. Oh by the way it's sweet snow," I said, bluntly. The kitsune blushed at the mention of that incident, but hid his face in his scarlet bangs. I growled gently, and closed my eyes, determined to ignore the fox demon.
oOo
Swiftly, deciding to risk getting my throat slit by the demon's sword, he shoved a spoonful of vinilla ice cream down the fire demon's throat. I stared at him, seeing nothing but a blank expression. "Hiei? You ok," I asked, nervously. No reply. "Hiei?" I asked, grabbing his arms. "You ok?" Then, the small body, clothed in black, fell limp towards the cold ground, a look of sheer pleasure on his innocent face.
oOo
"It's so cold," was my first thought. "And that taste, it felt like the thrill you get from slashing an innocent demon's neck, breaking each individual bone." I pondered silently, hoping Kurama would not notice my facial expressions, but a feeling of rising and falling jarred my concentration. "Damn it, this motion is pissing me off," I thought. "And this sound, of breathing in my ear, it's also pissing me off." Yet it continued, as though no one listened to me. "Fine. Let them become shredded remains from my blade," I smirked. Sliding the sheath off my sword silently, I swung it towards where I estimated the person's head would be. Then, to my surprise, I felt the blade suddenly stop. The force that stopped my blade made my arm tingle slightly. I opened my eyes finally to meet with an unexplained sight.
What does Hiei see that's so unexplained? You'll never know... Until the next chapter that is :D
