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Chapter 1: I Hate Pop Music!
Hiei lay in his tree, thinking. It was about two or three in the morning, and Hiei hadn't slept a wink.
"Damned humans and their parties." He growled. "I swear, they exist just to be annoying." Said partiers could be heard several blocks away from their house, in the suburbs.
"If they keep partying like this, I swear, I'll go to Kurama's house."
*fifteen minutes later*
Kurama slept peacefully curled up in his bed. That is, until a certain fire demon came tapping on his window.
Kurama sat up, yawning. "Hello, Hiei. What brings you here at this ungodly hour of the morning?" he said groggily, opening his bedroom window.
Hiei flitted in, then rested on the windowsill. "Human partiers. They won't shut up, and they are blasting their fucking irritating pop music everywhere."
Kurama chuckled. "Language, Hiei. You may sleep here tonight, though remember, my mother might come in in the morning."
"Hn." Hiei settled down on the windowsill. He lay there, slowly drifting off to sleep.
"Good night, Hiei." Kurama whispered, before climbing into his own bed and falling asleep too.
*The Next Day*
Shiori knocked on her son's door, waking Hiei up. "Shuichi, time to get up. I have breakfast ready."
Kurama had been sitting at the end of his bed, brushing his hair carefully. A pile of various seeds lay next to him. "Yes, mother. I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?"
"Okay, I'll be waiting, so don't take too long."
Kurama pulled the brush through his hair a few more times. As he finished, he began putting his seeds back into his hair. "Hiei, would you stay here until I come back? I have an idea."
*End Of Chapter 1*
And so Kurama leaves us here wondering what his idea is.
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