Well, here I am, on a Sunday night, (close to midnight at that,) and subitting a story in the pitch black darkness in my room. It's freezing cold you know xD;
Anyhow, here's the second chapter. Hope you like it, for I am so dead tired after studying for a test in Gym on Flag Football Dx
How do you get addicted to ice cream when you're a cold blooded killer?
Now really... how do you get addicted with a personality like that? 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?
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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.
Vines with their juices were wrapped around my sword, stopped it in its tracks. Juice ran from the sides of the vines, spitting me with pale green. "Why the hell are these plants- wait. Plants?" Curious, I followed the vines down their lengths, to find them pulsing out of the fiery red head's mane of hair. "Kurama. You baka. Your head could've met a-" "Shuuu..." snored the fox demon. "Are you taunting me!?" I raised my voice. "Shuuu..." was his only response. "Hiei, he is only part demon. You do realize this, ne?" I turned my head to look upon a familiar teenager with raven black hair, and lively brown eyes. "Your point?" I questioned, aggressively. "He needs rest too, after a certain demon faints like a delicate flower after tasting ice cream, causing him to lung forward, and wait until you become conscious." "Y-y-you saw all that!?" I asked, alarmed. "We saw the whole thing shrimp. The whole thing," Kuwabara taunted innocently. "Kuwabara," Yusuke warned. "Don't-"
oOo
It was too late however. I saw the fiery gleam in the fire demon's eyes, and knew Kuwabara would be out of it for a few hours. A small fist curved through the air, and slammed into Kuwabara's lower jaw, sending him sprawling into the wall. A dull thud was his response. "He asked for it," Hiei said, irritated. "Eheheh..." I nervously laughed. His sharp reflexes pointed the blade at me, causing me to sweat. He was serious. "Listen," he warned, his voice filled his venom. "If you speak a word to Kurama, I may have to draw blood. Understand?" he finished, threateningly. I slid down to my knees, feeling quite pale. "Y-y-yes Hiei," I said, obediently. "Hn," then he disappeared into the night's blackness, leaving me to carry a unconscious, dead weight, teenager, and to somehow coax Kurama's plants back into their seeds. "Thanks Hiei, thanks," I mumbled. "Anytime," he said, telepathically. Then, the connection was severed, and I was left alone once again.
oOo
"Baka," I scolded myself. "And it was sooo... good," I whined. "Wait. Maybe I could sneak into the house again, grab a carton of the sweet snow from that, ummm, freezer, and bolt, with my pride intact." I thought, pleased. "Yes. It was a full proof plan. Just gotta wait for Yusuke to clean up, drag both those two into bed, somehow get ride of the plants, and wait for them to fall asleep... oh crap." I cursed. "This may take awhile."
Deciding if I should help Yusuke, I balanced without effort on the point of a street light while thinking. "It's not like I'm being helpful, I'm just doing it for my enjoyment." Even when I said this, I still did not believe myself. "Hn, guess I'll help with the plant part." Cautiously, I took off in the direction of the house, my cloak billowing behind me.
oOo
"Damn, at least he could've helped," I groaned. I was still unsuccessful with the plant problem. Each plant had embedded its roots into the tiled floor of the kitchen, causing huge cracks to appear. Until I tamed the plants, Kurama would have to wait on the floor. "Geez," I said. "Why does everything happen on the weekends?" I groaned, kneeling down on the floor beside Kurama. "I mean, I never get to sleep in," I mumbled drowsily. Then, everything went black.
oOo
"When that fool is tired, he sure lets his guard down easily," I commented. "I mean, it only took a light tap on the head to knock him out." "Sure Hiei. Sure," said a small voice. A low growl issued from my throat. "Also," the voice continued, un-perturbed. "You let your guard down too when you sleep," the voice snickered. "Shut up," I hissed. I hated having the Jagan for many reasons. But, this was the worst. Sometimes, it'd remind me of things I didn't want to remember. Usually embarrassing things.
"Back to the problem," I thought. Walking over to the vines, I watched them shove deeper into the ceramic tiles. Kurama's brow was knotted with stress and fear. He involuntary twitched in his sleep, and shivered a little. "Kurama," I whispered. "It's all right, nothing will hurt you." I rubbed against Kurama's forehead, coated with sweat. He tensed from the contact, but then loosened up, and slumped against me, content. The vines wound their way from the tiled floor and back into Kurama's hair. Satisfied, I carried the fox demon on my back to the couch, and covered him with a knitted blanket. He snuggled deeper into the wall of the couch, and let out a relaxed "Shuuu..."
"Now to deal with the two delinquents," I smirked. Grabbed each by the necks of their sweaters, I pulled them down the hall and dumped them in their rooms, hoping they wouldn't wake up from the others movements during sleep. "Time for the real reason I came back," I finished.
Walking along the wall, I watched Kurama warily. "Shuuu..." he snored softly. Glad to here his soft snore, I crept towards the freezer and opened the white door. A blast of freezing air hit the skin over my collar bone, making me feel home, back in the Ice World. Putting that aside from my mind, I grabbed a freezing cold carton of the sweet snow Kurama had brought out earlier. A spoon sat on the counter, gleaming from the freezer's light bulb. Snatching it, I flicked the lid off the carton of ice cream, took a hefty scoop, and shoved it in my mouth. "God..." I said, in sheer pleasure. "It's better than the first time."
Wasting no time, I scooped another, and another from the vanilla ice cream carton. I scooped another, only to find myself looking at an empty, card board, carton. I didn't want to waste any of the heavenly taste, so I licked all the sides, only to get the taste of card board all over my tongue. "Crap," I frowned. "Where do they keep the stash!?" I yelled in the direction where Kurama was. I saw Kurama stir slightly, then saw him lift his head. "Oh damn."
I guess sugar gets rid of Hiei's ability to think, yes?
Err.. I mean no! Of corse not... eheheh.. (is being held at sword point).
Sword point... what the fuck.