Disclaimer:
Ryouko: (writing on a piece of paper) Maybe I should do this? (scratch) No, that's no good. How about this? …Nah. (sigh) What to do, what to do…
Himizu: Whatcha' doin'? (glances at paper) Oh, I see…Ideas for disclaimers. Tough.
Ryouko: I know…I don't wanna' torture you, I've already done disclaimers involving that. I wanna' mix it up a bit. Although it's always fun…
Himizu: (death glare) What about adding new people to our disclaimers?
Ryouko: I thought about that, and I like it, but now the question becomes, what people? People from YYH? People from YYH and other animes? People from shows we watch? Mix them all together? Ahhh, too many decisions!!!
Himizu: That's why you write the disclaimers…
Ryouko: (death glare) So, anything new and interesting happen while I was sitting here pondering?
Himizu: Not really. Paris Hilton is still as dumb as ever, the hip-hop industry is producing even more bad songs as we speak, and someone forgot to remind some people that dressing like human beings was still in fashion.
Ryouko: (sigh) And people wonder why there's no world peace…(light bulb pops over her head) Wait! That's it!
Himizu: What's it?
Ryouko: We'll abduct people we believe should be taught a lesson, and knock some sense into them, literally! And we'll rant about why we don't wanna' own them, and why no one else should wanna' own them, like YYH and all it's characters!
Himizu: That's a great idea! I've got some people I want to start with…But wait, we do wanna' own YYH and all it's characters…
Ryouko: I know, I know. But it's a disclaimer, flow with me here…We do not own YYH or any other anime/t.v. show/thing that might be mentioned here that has a different ownership than our own…And next disclaimer, we'll bring you other people that we don't own, and don't want to own!
Himizu: Yay! So wait for our next disclaimer!!!
Ryouko: And try to enjoy the actual fic while you're at it…
Chapter 2: Arguments, Temperature Changes and Room Service
Settled in their hotel room, Ryouko, Kitsune, and Himizu unpacked quickly and began to argue over what TV show to watch. Kurama and Hiei sat in chairs as Ryouko made mint tea and Himizu and Kitsune fought over the remote.
"LAW & ORDER!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Himizu.
"FUSHIGI YUGI!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Kitsune.
"DOESN'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Ryouko.
"LAW & ORDER!!!!!!!!!!"
"FUSHIGI YUGI!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"DOESN'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!"
"LAW & ORDER!!!!!!!!!!"
"FUSHIGI YUGI!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"DOESN'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!"
"They're all fools," said Hiei.
"For once, I agree," said Kurama.
"LAW & ORDER!!!!!!!!!!"
"FUSHIGI YUGI!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"DOESN'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!"
"LAW & ORDER!!!!!!!!!!"
"FUSHIGI YUGI!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"DOESN'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kurama sighed. "They're hopeless."
"Roar. Grrr grr grr," the dragon called sleepily from a corner of the room.
"Oh, be quiet and go to sleep," Ryouko called. The dragon growled angrily.
"Why don't you draw straws?" Kurama finally suggested.
"Ok, ok," the girls muttered. They finally decided to watch Fushigi Yugi, with the decision to watch Law & Order the next night. The one thing that Himizu was not willing to compromise was seeing C.S.I. every Thursday. Once they sorted out the T.V. arrangements, Ryouko passed out mint tea and they all sat down. As Ryouko and Kitsune tried to explain the finer points of the show to the Anime-challenged Himizu, they heard a slight clatter. Ryouko growled suddenly.
"All right," she said, glaring around, "which one of you kleptomaniacs stole my saucer of home-brewed mint tea?"
"Have you been reading my pocket dictionary?" wondered Himizu. "That sounds like something I would say." Ryouko glared at her.
"Listen, I'm trying to find my mint tea. The world must stop spinning and everyone should drop what they're doing and search for my mint tea," Ryouko declared.
Himizu sighed, looked to the left, looked to the right and then said casually, "Oh, Rinku has it. Mystery solved."
"RINKU?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" exclaimed Ryouko and Kitsune together.
"Yes, Rinku… RINKU?!?!?!?!!??" squawked Himizu, doing a very classic double take. And indeed, there sat Rinku with Ryouko's cup of mint tea. Standing next to him, leaning casually against the doorframe, stood Zeru. The three girls exchanged looks.
"Two men…" said Himizu.
"That we don't know…" continued Ryouko.
"In our rooms at night…" added Kitsune. Then the girls put their hands on their chests, gasped and slapped the two boys in the faces, yelling,
"PERVERTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (slap, slap) Kurama and Hiei looked at each other. -.-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
"Women…" muttered Hiei. (sigh in annoyance)
Zeru rubbed his cheek. "Just as I thought, this team is not to be taken seriously."
"NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" the three girls cried.
"You're just three simple ningen girls. You don't even have any spirit powers."
"That doesn't mean we can't kick butt!" Himizu exclaimed. Zeru looked exceedingly annoyed and (quote on quote) 'turned up the heat'. Himizu immediately began to perspire. "Grrr, get out of here before I really show you fighting," she hissed, wiping her forehead. Zeru smirked and turned to walk out the door.
"We'll see you ladies tomorrow. If you're lucky, I'll let you live to see us win the tournament." Then he and Rinku walked out.
"BS," muttered Himizu under her breath. She stalked to the air conditioner and began cranking it as high as it would go. Frost began to form on the windows and the mint tea began to freeze. Himizu twisted the handle. "Darn it, it won't get any colder. Hey, could somebody give me a hand here? Guys?" She turned around and saw that all of her companions were frozen in blocks of ice. "… Is it too cold for you guys?" Himizu finally asked. No answer. "All right, all right, I'll make it warmer. But don't ask me to turn on the heater." She fiddled with the handle for a moment before settling it at a temperature that was actually above freezing. Ryouko was the first to begin moving. Shuffling stiffly, robot/zombie-fashion, she staggered over to the air conditioner and cranked it back to the temperature it was at before Himizu had begun to mess with it. Then she massaged her freezing limbs and asked Kurama to build an electrical barricade around the air conditioner so Himizu couldn't mess with it. Kurama happily obliged and after several moments, the room returned to normal temperature. Kitsune and Hiei took a while to start moving and the dragon gave them several minutes of fear, especially when Ryouko touched one of the short flames on his body, only to have it break off in her hand. But soon, even he was shuffling around the room trying to get warm. Himizu sulked on a corner of the couch while Ryouko hopped around to get warm. Then a light bulb went on over her head and she ran to the heater and began to crank it up. It didn't take long for Himizu's features to be blurred by sweat. In fact, she almost seemed to be melting. She ran to the heater and cranked it back to its normal position. Then she looked at Kurama, a look that said 'Now put up a barrier before I mangle you.' Kurama did.
"Hopefully," said Kitsune, sounding annoyed, "everyone is satisfied with the temperature because it sure as heck ain't moving."
"If this happens every night, I'm getting a different room, even if I have to kill everyone in this hotel," muttered Hiei under his breath.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just kill them?" asked Kurama, inclining his head meaningfully. Kitsune looked outraged.
"KKUURRRAAAMMMMAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she yelled at him.
"It was a rhetorical question, geeze, calm down," muttered Kurama.
"Oh, okay." And Kitsune smiled happily. Then she and Ryouko and Himizu began arguing over their team name.
"We should call ourselves Kitkozu!" yelled Kitsune.
"No, Rysunzu!" yelled Ryouko.
"No, Himyoune!" yelled Himizu.
"You haven't even picked a team name yet!?!?!?!?!?!" gasped Hiei.
"NO!!!!!" the girls all yelled together before continuing the argument.
"No, Kityouzu!" yelled Kitsune.
"No, Ryimne!" yelled Ryouko.
"No, Himsuko!" yelled Himizu. Hiei covered his ears and Kurama turned on the radio. A song by the band 'The Monkees' came on. Ryouko jumped up and began to dance.
"That's it!" she exclaimed. "Let's call ourselves the Monkees!"
"YEAH!!!" yelled Himizu and Kitsune together, jumping up and dancing too, accompanied by singing in loud off-key voices.
"Ho boy," muttered Kurama, turning off the radio and covering his ears. Before long, Ryouko and Himizu were arguing again.
"There are only two beds, two of us girls will have to share," Himizu said.
"No, somebody can kip on the floor. No one ever died from sleeping on a hard surface," Ryouko replied.
"Oh, and we can safely assume that you're volunteering yourself, since you suggested it?" Himizu questioned.
"Well, I demand my own bed," Kitsune said quickly. "You two both drive me crazy."
"Yeah, well same to you, bloody fox," Ryouko snapped irritably. Kurama buried his head in his hands in despair.
"Do you three ever stop arguing?" asked Hiei.
There was silence for several moments as the girls looked at each other, thinking this over. Finally they all looked at Hiei and shook their heads. "NOPE!" they all exclaimed. Then they went back to squabbling over the beds. Finally Kurama seized the hotel phone and shook it under their noses.
"Have any of you ever heard of using the phone to call for an extra bed?!?!?!?!?!?!" he demanded. There was silence for a moment. Then the girls grinned.
"Room service! Ice cream!" they all cried happily. Kurama sighed in despondency. And when Kitsune discovered a foldaway bed under one of the beds, Kurama looked positively suicidal.
"Remind me again why we agreed to come and help them?" he asked Hiei. Hiei glared at him.
"Don't look at me, baka fox. This was your idea, remember. If you hadn't told them about the transportation device in the first place, we wouldn't have had to do anything!!!" he snapped. Kurama looked very depressed.
But if he was depressed, the girls were at the opposite end of the globe. They had ordered ice cream from room service and they watched TV until the small hours of the morning, causing Himizu and Ryouko to reminisce about their trip to Washington D.C. with several other eighth graders when they had shared a hotel room and watched Law & Order until midnight every night for three nights. After talking for hours, eating ice cream, and becoming so hyper that they barely knew their own names, the girls finally retired to their room at a very sleepy Kurama's insistence (he had been woken up at least thirty times, maybe more since Kitsune liked to glomp him when she got extra-excited.). It was close to five in the morning, Hiei was giving them death glares now that they had woken him up for the twentieth time, and, as Kurama politely pointed out, their first match was early the next morning at about ten o' clock.
"What would we do without sensible, level-headed, and wise Kurama to guide us?" wondered Kitsune.
"Stay up all night, party until we were senseless, and either totally miss our first match or blow it because we were too tired to stand on our own two feet. Darn it, why did he have to come?" wondered Himizu, her blue eyes sparkling teasingly.
"I wonder," muttered Ryouko sarcastically, but she too was grinning. They finally did go to bed, eager for the next day and their first match to come.