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A cool, crisp breeze swished through the colorful leaves, blowing diligently through the Friday afternoon. Kurama, however, did not notice it. He was lost in his thoughts. The day was coming to an end, and he was relieved to finally be walking home from school with the weekend approaching. He enjoyed this time alone; the peace and quiet of the deserted sidewalk; the wind that swished his rebellious red hair playfully.
Kurama: *sigh* I wish I could be like the afternoon breeze; blowing past troubles and anxieties deftly, without concern or pity on the terrestrial figures it encompasses.
He smiled at this fantasy, but quickly returned to his former troubled state. It was easy to explain to himself why he couldn't go to the dance, but it proved rather difficult to assure is questioning peers:
After finding Hiei sleeping in a tree, unkempt, starved, and depressingly alone, Kurama had to take action. He and Yukina agreed to try and help Hiei as best they could, with Yukina housing him during the weekdays at Genkai's Temple and Kurama watching him on the weekends at his house. This way, Hiei could at least nourish his body and have a soft, dry bed to sleep in. All the while, Hiei was oblivious to their sympathy. He considered himself protecting his only sister during the weekdays and visiting his partner - in - crime during the weekends.
However, sometimes a wild calling would lead Hiei on one of his solitary escapades, and he would disappear for weeks, even months. That's why Kurama can't go to the dance - it was next Saturday, the only time he had to watch Hiei. If he was to go, then Hiei would surely follow the rebel longings of his heart and vanish on an adventure to Koenma - knows - where. The little fire youkai was like a brother to Kurama, and he couldn't stand the thought of his friend shivering in the night's cold, hungry and exhausted after a battle for his life.
"Kitsune."
Kurama jumped, startled from the interruption of the silence. He turned around swiftly, but his eyes met nothing other than an empty road, with leaves dancing in the wind. He heard a rustling among the trees and looked up. There, sitting on a protruding branch, was the Jaganshi, clad in black and smirking at his friend's surprised expression.
Hiei: (jumping down, landing in front of Kurama) "You are becoming indolent, Kurama. The human world is having its affects on you."
Kurama: (chuckling) "It's nice to see you, too, Hiei!"
Together they started walking, enjoying each others presence.
Hiei: (after a slight pause) "What's that in your hand?"
Kurama: "What? (looks down at the piece of paper he was absentmindedly flipping through his fingers) Oh . . .this? It's an invitation to a dance."
Hiei: (staring blankly) "A what?"
Kurama: (smiling) "I'm invited to attend a dance for only the elite members of my school. There are only a few that are selected, and I have the honor of being one of them."
Hiei: (with a hint of dejection) "Oh."
Kurama: (smiling wider) "Don't worry, I'm not going. Not a lot of people will be there. Besides, it's very elegant, which means it will probably be very boring."
Hiei: "Hn. You humans and your rituals."
Kurama: "Heh heh . . .I'm not completely human!"
Hiei: *snort* "You might as well be. You live in a human world, feel human emotions - "
Kurama: *gasp* "Mother!"
Hiei: " - yes, like your mother."
Kurama: (breaking out into a sprint) "It's my mother! She's hurt!"
Hiei glanced up head. There was a small form lying motionless on the ground. Quickly he dashed ahead and stood over the still frame. He recognized it to be the one Kurama called "Mother". In a few seconds Kurama was there, bustling over her while trying to get her to respond.
Kurama: "Mom! Mom what happened?"
Kur's Mom: "ooooh . . .Shuichi . . ."
Kurama: "Yes, mom, it's me. Shuichi."
Groceries were spilled onto the ground. It was apparent that she was returning home from shopping, for their house was just around the next corner. She had not been there for long . . .maybe 10 or 15 minutes. However, Kurama was enraged. There was only one who was rich and corrupt enough to do this: Akihiro.
Hiei was picking his way among the food, using his skill of tracking to determine which way the attackers went. He scanned the entire scene, which soon led him to the conclusion that the culprits had came and fled the opposite way he and Kurama were walking. 'Just missed them,' he thought. His eyes rested upon one of the most saddest things he had ever seen.
Hiei: "Kurama, this is a disaster. . ."
Kurama: "Yes, Hiei, I know. How could anyone be sadistic enough to harm such a defenseless, peaceful woman."
Hiei: " . . .the sweet snow has melted!" (holds up a carton of sticky, messy ice-cream)
Kurama: "Hiei! Would you please help - "
Hiei: (ignores him; shakes his head in disgust) "Those bastards . . ."
~ Sorry this was so short! It was supposed to be longer, but I ran out of time! Okay, I wanna tell you bout my writing style: it sucks. Please bear with me, I know it's hard to understand. If you have any questions, you can e-mail me at kareyu512@aol.com. Also, I want you to picture Akihiro as a smaller version of Seto Kaiba off of Yu-Gi-Oh. Except Akihiro has a very annoying voice and black hair, but he's still very smart, rich, and evil. More good stuff in the next chapter! Review please!
A cool, crisp breeze swished through the colorful leaves, blowing diligently through the Friday afternoon. Kurama, however, did not notice it. He was lost in his thoughts. The day was coming to an end, and he was relieved to finally be walking home from school with the weekend approaching. He enjoyed this time alone; the peace and quiet of the deserted sidewalk; the wind that swished his rebellious red hair playfully.
Kurama: *sigh* I wish I could be like the afternoon breeze; blowing past troubles and anxieties deftly, without concern or pity on the terrestrial figures it encompasses.
He smiled at this fantasy, but quickly returned to his former troubled state. It was easy to explain to himself why he couldn't go to the dance, but it proved rather difficult to assure is questioning peers:
After finding Hiei sleeping in a tree, unkempt, starved, and depressingly alone, Kurama had to take action. He and Yukina agreed to try and help Hiei as best they could, with Yukina housing him during the weekdays at Genkai's Temple and Kurama watching him on the weekends at his house. This way, Hiei could at least nourish his body and have a soft, dry bed to sleep in. All the while, Hiei was oblivious to their sympathy. He considered himself protecting his only sister during the weekdays and visiting his partner - in - crime during the weekends.
However, sometimes a wild calling would lead Hiei on one of his solitary escapades, and he would disappear for weeks, even months. That's why Kurama can't go to the dance - it was next Saturday, the only time he had to watch Hiei. If he was to go, then Hiei would surely follow the rebel longings of his heart and vanish on an adventure to Koenma - knows - where. The little fire youkai was like a brother to Kurama, and he couldn't stand the thought of his friend shivering in the night's cold, hungry and exhausted after a battle for his life.
"Kitsune."
Kurama jumped, startled from the interruption of the silence. He turned around swiftly, but his eyes met nothing other than an empty road, with leaves dancing in the wind. He heard a rustling among the trees and looked up. There, sitting on a protruding branch, was the Jaganshi, clad in black and smirking at his friend's surprised expression.
Hiei: (jumping down, landing in front of Kurama) "You are becoming indolent, Kurama. The human world is having its affects on you."
Kurama: (chuckling) "It's nice to see you, too, Hiei!"
Together they started walking, enjoying each others presence.
Hiei: (after a slight pause) "What's that in your hand?"
Kurama: "What? (looks down at the piece of paper he was absentmindedly flipping through his fingers) Oh . . .this? It's an invitation to a dance."
Hiei: (staring blankly) "A what?"
Kurama: (smiling) "I'm invited to attend a dance for only the elite members of my school. There are only a few that are selected, and I have the honor of being one of them."
Hiei: (with a hint of dejection) "Oh."
Kurama: (smiling wider) "Don't worry, I'm not going. Not a lot of people will be there. Besides, it's very elegant, which means it will probably be very boring."
Hiei: "Hn. You humans and your rituals."
Kurama: "Heh heh . . .I'm not completely human!"
Hiei: *snort* "You might as well be. You live in a human world, feel human emotions - "
Kurama: *gasp* "Mother!"
Hiei: " - yes, like your mother."
Kurama: (breaking out into a sprint) "It's my mother! She's hurt!"
Hiei glanced up head. There was a small form lying motionless on the ground. Quickly he dashed ahead and stood over the still frame. He recognized it to be the one Kurama called "Mother". In a few seconds Kurama was there, bustling over her while trying to get her to respond.
Kurama: "Mom! Mom what happened?"
Kur's Mom: "ooooh . . .Shuichi . . ."
Kurama: "Yes, mom, it's me. Shuichi."
Groceries were spilled onto the ground. It was apparent that she was returning home from shopping, for their house was just around the next corner. She had not been there for long . . .maybe 10 or 15 minutes. However, Kurama was enraged. There was only one who was rich and corrupt enough to do this: Akihiro.
Hiei was picking his way among the food, using his skill of tracking to determine which way the attackers went. He scanned the entire scene, which soon led him to the conclusion that the culprits had came and fled the opposite way he and Kurama were walking. 'Just missed them,' he thought. His eyes rested upon one of the most saddest things he had ever seen.
Hiei: "Kurama, this is a disaster. . ."
Kurama: "Yes, Hiei, I know. How could anyone be sadistic enough to harm such a defenseless, peaceful woman."
Hiei: " . . .the sweet snow has melted!" (holds up a carton of sticky, messy ice-cream)
Kurama: "Hiei! Would you please help - "
Hiei: (ignores him; shakes his head in disgust) "Those bastards . . ."
~ Sorry this was so short! It was supposed to be longer, but I ran out of time! Okay, I wanna tell you bout my writing style: it sucks. Please bear with me, I know it's hard to understand. If you have any questions, you can e-mail me at kareyu512@aol.com. Also, I want you to picture Akihiro as a smaller version of Seto Kaiba off of Yu-Gi-Oh. Except Akihiro has a very annoying voice and black hair, but he's still very smart, rich, and evil. More good stuff in the next chapter! Review please!