Eh, sorry I haven't updated anything recently. Last week I got back from the politics camp of death, which is what I call Girls State, and that wasn't fun, and then I only had four days before I had to go to UM Army, which was way more fun than Girls State. So I haven't had much time to write anything.
On a different note, I almost got a little serious (gasp!) in the middle of the chappie. But then at complete random it gets funny again. And don't ask why I decided to bring Karasu back to life; the plot bunnies attacked. Violent little bunnies too... There is shonen ai in this, so if you don't like it, too bad. No one ever made you read this story, so don't come whining to me, or else you will be publicly humiliated on myspace. I'm just evil that way.
Mirai Trunks yawned as he walked down the corridor to breakfast, fan-girl-free. He sighed happily; it had been awhile since he could go anywhere without some obsessed fan hanging over him. At first it was flattering. There weren't many girls left alive his age in his timeline, and though now he hated to admit it, he enjoyed the attention for awhile. It wasn't until the Petulant Purple Princess installed cameras in his room that Trunks started to get annoyed.
He met up with his younger self and Goten, and together the three made their way to the dining hall. "So, feel any different now that Triple P's gone?" Goten asked the Trunkses.
The present Trunks shrugged. "I dunno. I don't feel constantly watched, anyway."
Goten snorted. "Aw! She likes you, Trunks!" He laughed again at his friends' blushing faces.
Goten stopped when they reached the main stairs and realized that the Trunkses were smiling mischievously at him. This confused him, as he had just been teasing them earlier. "What are you guys smiling about?" The Trunkses smirks deepened, and they reached out and pushed him down the stairs. "Damn it!" Goten yelled as he fell over backwards.
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Kurama walked down the main staircase alongside Hiei in a daze. His long red hair was mussed by more than just sleep, but he really didn't seem to care. Hiei, looking immensely pleased with himself, slipped his hand in Kurama's since the girl was gone. Hiei could care less if everyone else knew, but he did not want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was right. 'She reads way too many fanfictions about us anyway,' Hiei thought.(1)
Kurama was too lovesick to notice anything other than the little koorime beside him, so of course he paid no attention to the demi-Saiyans' actions above him. Vaguely he wondered why Hiei was tugging at his hand, when Goten slammed into his back. Startled, Kurama released Hiei's hand and fell along with Goten.
"Eh, sorry 'bout that," Goten mumbled as he lay sprawled on top of Kurama. "Damn it! I could kill those two!"
"No you couldn't!" Trunks shouted as he slid down the banister. Goten rolled away from Kurama so Mirai and Hiei could help him up, and tackled Trunks.
"We're sorry about that," Mirai Trunks said as Goten and Trunks wrestled, his sky blue eyes twinkling in amusement. "We didn't really check to see if anyone was there when we pushed Goten."
Hiei glared and wrapped his arm possessively around his sore fox. "Hn. It doesn't matter, as long as he's not hurt," he growled, feeling way to good with himself to get in a fight. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again."
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The rest of the morning went by without incident, except for a few squabbles between the teenage boys and Hiei and Vegeta. But as the fun and games continued on the inside, a dark presence lurked on the outside.
"Can you get me in?"
The hentais and Hercule were clustered at a table in their shed, and they seemed to have a visitor. Not much of his face was visible, but dangerous violet eyes glinted with lust in the shadows.
Old Kai, the leader of the group of outcasts, glanced at Roshi, then back at Karasu. "No," he answered. "We may not be in the author's good favor, but we remain loyal to Goku." Yamcha, Hercule, and Oolong huddled closer together in fear when Karasu's ki peaked dangerously. "Your aura has a very evil feel to it, and we will not allow a person so tainted near the innocent."
"You are noble, Kai," Karasu said graciously as he stood. "And for that, you must die." His voice took on a sinister note, and Hercule had just enough time to dive under the table before the shed exploded in a ball of fire. Karasu leaped away from the flames and smiled maliciously behind his mask. "Kurama, my love," he murmured. "You will die."
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Yusuke's fist froze inches from Kuwabara's face when the shock wave reached the palace. The Saiyans present snarled and rushed to the nearest window to get a look at the new foe they were sensing. Mirai Trunks smirked devilishly as he fingered the sword he had just finished polishing. "Well, it seems that Karasu's arrived, just like PPP predicted." He sheathed his sword and strapped it to his back, turning to look at his fellow fighters. "Shall we?"
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Kurama felt Karasu's ki sooner than the Saiyans did. How could he not? He would never forget the way his skin crawled whenever the man was near. Kurama shuddered. 'It seems as if somehow he's gotten stronger… I may need some help with this, even as Youko.'
Kurama gave the flower he was attending to a little pat and got up to sound the alarm. Seconds later he felt Hercule's ki, along with the group of men PPP called the "hentais" (which of course was grammatically incorrect in Japanese, but that's PPP for you) kis drop dangerously low. 'Oh no!' Kurama panicked. 'Someone has already gotten hurt! I'd better get Yukina and Dende.'
Somehow, Kurama found Yukina and Dende and got them out to the shed just as the Saiyans and the other fighters made it out for the fight. Videl gasped when she caught sight of the bonfire that was formerly the shed. "Dad!" she screamed, and bolted towards the burning building.
"Videl, no!" Yukina and Gohan cried. It was too late. An explosion knocked Videl into the snow, her face covered in blood. Gohan let out a feral cry and took out after Karasu, who still remained hidden. "Damn you! Where are you?!"
As Gohan searched in vain for the elusive raven-like demon, Yukina and Dende rushed out to help Videl. "She'll live," Dende assessed as Yukina worked feverishly to heal the girl. "Karasu missed the vital points, but she'll be out for awhile."
"The people in the shed, they're still alive," Kurama mumbled, distracted because he was trying to help Gohan pinpoint Karasu. His ki seemed to be coming from everywhere!
"Someone's coming out!" Yukina gasped. Sure enough, a somewhat-muscular figure emerged from the flames, somehow dragging three other people and a pig behind him.
"Well, what do you know, Hercule's good for something after all!" Goku joked. "It looks like his hair's on fire!"
Turns out that Hercule's hair was in fact on fire, and it didn't take long for him to notice. Hercule shrieked like a five-year-old girl and ran around in circles, stupidly clutching at his flaming head and thus receiving third degree burns on his hands. Finally, the idiot thought to plunge his head into the snow. Steam rose from Hercule's submerged head as the spectators laughed. Even Kurama took a break from his search for Karasu to giggle at Hercule's lack of intelligence.
Still giggling a little, Kurama closed his eyes and reached out for Karasu.
Hiei: WHAT!!!!
Kurama: Not that way! She means I was trying to sense Karasu's ki!(2)
Ahem! Anyway, Kurama did eventually find Karasu, but was even more uncomfortable than when he couldn't find him, because he was standing right behind him. Surprisingly, none of the other fighters noticed this. Kurama whirled around, fists flying.
Karasu easily caught the punches aimed at what little of his face was uncovered by the mask he customarily wore, but missed the knee to the groin. He glared at the angry kitsune, who had just cracked his Rose Whip, attracting the attention of the other fighters.
Kurama grinned nastily when Hiei appeared instantly at his side. No one could ever say that Hiei didn't care; he just showed it in different ways than most. "Get away from my fox," he growled, low and dangerous.
"Your fox?" Karasu said softly. "When did this happen?"
"A little after the Dark Tournament, when I killed you. Wait a minute, I killed you!" Kurama took a step back, his sparkling green eyes wide with shock. "How did you come back to life!?"
Karasu's eyes shifted nervously. "Err, well, it's—" But before he could get anything intelligent out, Karasu disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"That was anticlimactic."
(1) What can I say, they're my all-time favorite pairing!
(2) Man that was lame... I must be losing my touch...