The Abandoned Kit
Chapter 6 and I have gotten some great reviews!
Chapter summary: We leave Yusuke, and Keiko momentarily....to take a look at
where, and what has befallen our Kurama..
WARNING: NCS-ungraphic- ANGST!!! And torture! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Chapter 6: New..
Dank and dark.
*Cold*
Black and silent.
*Tired*
Wet and dripping.
*Pain*
Red and thick.
*Blood*
Silky and smooth.
*Hair*
Knotted and tight.
*Muscles*
Alone and scared.
*Hurt*
Open and green.
*Eyes*
Wet and painful.
*Tears*
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^who???^
Look at the little bird. The trapped creature with clipped wings. Lying bound
in chain, which pinches pale, tender flesh, creating red welts.
I could cry, for the site amuses me so! Few things truly make me laugh
these days. But to see that beautiful bird tied and bleeding, half upon the
wet stone. You must be freezing.
"Keekeekeekee." hearing me, you squirm only the slightest. "Beautiful
bird," I say as I walk closer from the doorway. "you must be so /sore/ so
tired. How do you feel? It has been a few days since I have left and
returned."
I walked to the bird's side, and I felt the birds green gaze upon my
face. Dull, but scared. Though the emotion is dulled due to time, 'tis no
matter.
"I hope you missed me, because I sure have missed /you/." Dulled emeralds
close, and I smirk. The distance between us is closed. I draw the pale face
towards me.
"Scream, my bird."
*()*()*()*()*()
Two birds take flight suddenly, cawing their disapproval and fright of the
universe, shaking the branches of trees they were previously nested in.
Yusuke's head raised immediately, the feeling the black creatures had
given of in form sprit energy signature. Hiei's head raises momentarily,
before he huffs it off.
"So what do plan to do now, Yusuke? You have school tomorrow. As does the
moron and Keiko. Where is the child going to be?" the Koorime is perched on a
railing, half sitting, half laying down on the five inch wide rail. His back
is propped against the vertical beam behind him. His trusty a katana is
dormant in his hands.
Said boy, and said kit, are currently trying to keep the other from
pulling the others hair, or tickling them. Yusuke stops, looking up slightly
thoughtful. Kurama meanwhile, mews and narrows his bright big eyes, and bats
his small hands at Yusuke's face. Yusuke grabs the child's wrists, and
restrains the child, who mewls and whimpers in frustration and child-like
anger.
"I don't know. I guess he'll stay here with Yukina and Genkai. Why do you
ask?" The fire demon snorts. He speaks, his voice slightly defensive.
"It's not like I care, ningen. But that kit may be our only way of finding my
fox." "Hmm..." was Yusuke's response.
Kurama, bored, detaches from Yusuke's slack grasp, and scampers-on all
fours-down the stairs, stumbling slightly, and into the garden where he
precedes to yell at butterflies while chasing them. Of course, he could be
calling the butterflies 'sweet, wonderful creatures who let me have fun
chasing them', but it comes out more like "(in youko) stupid little fluttery
things! Why can't you hold still!?!?!"
Both dark haired teens watched the kit with different emotions. Yusuke looked
on fondly, as the child (now wearing only one of Hiei's forked over black
shirts) leapt about.
"Ne, Hiei, I hadn't thought about it before. Do you, speak Youko? I know
our old Kurama did, but-HIEI?!" Kurama froze, Yusuke froze. The shining,
impending blade edge of the short demons katana.
"Hiei?!" a dark, red glare fixed on Yusuke's own dark eyes. "'Our old 'Kurama'
is not for one thing, old. And for another, he is not a past-tense!! Do not
forget, Kurama WILL come back! He will never be our "OLD" Kurama! This.this
/child/ you have adopted will never EVER take his place, and don't YOU forget
it!!" The loud shout caused a slight ripple effect, for it wasn't that
dramatic of a change. The only real effects, of Hiei's outburst was a big
sweatdrop from Yusuke, and a nervous giggle, and for little Kurama to stare at
them, confused.
The child whimpers, and mewls at Hiei, who, barely sparing a glance, whines
something back at the kit. The response is instant. Kurama stands up on all
fours, from where he hand been using his haunches, and slowly pads by, up the
wooden stairs, and into the temple.
"I knew it! Hiei! You CAN speak youko! Please, we need your help! Yukina is
at her wits end. She has tried so many times to get him to understand.
Please? While she teaches him Japanese, will you help translate, and maybe
teach us a little youko?" Hiei relinquishes his death grip, and his glare,
only calms slightly.
"Yukina." He whispers. "I will, for her." Yusuke smiles. "Thanks, Hiei."
"Hn."
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(Hiei's POV)
While those stupid ningen went off to their school, I was left with Yukina,
the old woman, and the Kit. The golden child has done nothing but talk to me.
Telling me how relieving it is to be able to talk to something other than
plants that actually understands him. He tells me in short, simple worded
sentences about the flowers, calling them by childish names such as "one
with many petals", "one with many colors", and "one with faces scary that
look at me".
Also, he has demanded to know what "papa" and "sweet sister" and "grumpy
lady with bagging skin" and I, "dark boy almost my height", mean when they
talk about him not being there. He does not realize he is not the Kurama they
are talking about. I have told him such, and yet the child does not seem to
understand.
(an: .. is in youko)
dark boy almost my height, sweet sister is talking I no understand! Dark boy
help?
"Hn." He tilts his gold covered head and I sigh. She's asking if you're
hungry-want to eat. the youko child's eyes light up, and for an instant, a
split second, I imagine my heart warming to the boy.
yes! Tell sweet sister meat! Meat that is sweet!
"Yukina, K.Kurama wants 'sweet meat'." She nods, smiles, pats the boy's
head and walks away.
You need to learn names. 'Papa', is Yusuke. Yu-su-ke. 'Sweet sister' is
Yukina. Yu-ki-na. ' and 'grumpy lady with bagging skin' is Genkai. Gen- kai.
And I am not 'dark boy almost my height. My name is Hiei. Hi-ei. 'Great, I
think that breaks the record of how much I've talked in a year.' I think to
myself.
H.iei? Hiei. Hiei. he plays with my name, then the others' names. Hiei!
I like your name, Hiei! I am?
I know who you are! the kit deflates and his fluffy tail, which had been
just hanging in a puff, wilts, and slips between his legs. The large, pointed
fox ears droop, and he pouts.
Good. Because I don't know I think. Am I this "Kurama"? I shut my eyes, and count to ten.
No, you are not 'Kurama'. Yusuke is calling you that, because the ningen is
stupid.
Um-- Yukina enters the room, before the pesky child can speak further.
"Hi, Hiei-san, mind if I steal Kurama? I'm gonna start teaching him
Japanese!" she sounded so happy. I nod. She beams at me, and takes the
child by the hand, out of the room.
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END ch. 6
There ya go! Was it liked?
Chapter 6 and I have gotten some great reviews!
Chapter summary: We leave Yusuke, and Keiko momentarily....to take a look at
where, and what has befallen our Kurama..
WARNING: NCS-ungraphic- ANGST!!! And torture! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Chapter 6: New..
Dank and dark.
*Cold*
Black and silent.
*Tired*
Wet and dripping.
*Pain*
Red and thick.
*Blood*
Silky and smooth.
*Hair*
Knotted and tight.
*Muscles*
Alone and scared.
*Hurt*
Open and green.
*Eyes*
Wet and painful.
*Tears*
---------------------------------------------
^who???^
Look at the little bird. The trapped creature with clipped wings. Lying bound
in chain, which pinches pale, tender flesh, creating red welts.
I could cry, for the site amuses me so! Few things truly make me laugh
these days. But to see that beautiful bird tied and bleeding, half upon the
wet stone. You must be freezing.
"Keekeekeekee." hearing me, you squirm only the slightest. "Beautiful
bird," I say as I walk closer from the doorway. "you must be so /sore/ so
tired. How do you feel? It has been a few days since I have left and
returned."
I walked to the bird's side, and I felt the birds green gaze upon my
face. Dull, but scared. Though the emotion is dulled due to time, 'tis no
matter.
"I hope you missed me, because I sure have missed /you/." Dulled emeralds
close, and I smirk. The distance between us is closed. I draw the pale face
towards me.
"Scream, my bird."
*()*()*()*()*()
Two birds take flight suddenly, cawing their disapproval and fright of the
universe, shaking the branches of trees they were previously nested in.
Yusuke's head raised immediately, the feeling the black creatures had
given of in form sprit energy signature. Hiei's head raises momentarily,
before he huffs it off.
"So what do plan to do now, Yusuke? You have school tomorrow. As does the
moron and Keiko. Where is the child going to be?" the Koorime is perched on a
railing, half sitting, half laying down on the five inch wide rail. His back
is propped against the vertical beam behind him. His trusty a katana is
dormant in his hands.
Said boy, and said kit, are currently trying to keep the other from
pulling the others hair, or tickling them. Yusuke stops, looking up slightly
thoughtful. Kurama meanwhile, mews and narrows his bright big eyes, and bats
his small hands at Yusuke's face. Yusuke grabs the child's wrists, and
restrains the child, who mewls and whimpers in frustration and child-like
anger.
"I don't know. I guess he'll stay here with Yukina and Genkai. Why do you
ask?" The fire demon snorts. He speaks, his voice slightly defensive.
"It's not like I care, ningen. But that kit may be our only way of finding my
fox." "Hmm..." was Yusuke's response.
Kurama, bored, detaches from Yusuke's slack grasp, and scampers-on all
fours-down the stairs, stumbling slightly, and into the garden where he
precedes to yell at butterflies while chasing them. Of course, he could be
calling the butterflies 'sweet, wonderful creatures who let me have fun
chasing them', but it comes out more like "(in youko) stupid little fluttery
things! Why can't you hold still!?!?!"
Both dark haired teens watched the kit with different emotions. Yusuke looked
on fondly, as the child (now wearing only one of Hiei's forked over black
shirts) leapt about.
"Ne, Hiei, I hadn't thought about it before. Do you, speak Youko? I know
our old Kurama did, but-HIEI?!" Kurama froze, Yusuke froze. The shining,
impending blade edge of the short demons katana.
"Hiei?!" a dark, red glare fixed on Yusuke's own dark eyes. "'Our old 'Kurama'
is not for one thing, old. And for another, he is not a past-tense!! Do not
forget, Kurama WILL come back! He will never be our "OLD" Kurama! This.this
/child/ you have adopted will never EVER take his place, and don't YOU forget
it!!" The loud shout caused a slight ripple effect, for it wasn't that
dramatic of a change. The only real effects, of Hiei's outburst was a big
sweatdrop from Yusuke, and a nervous giggle, and for little Kurama to stare at
them, confused.
The child whimpers, and mewls at Hiei, who, barely sparing a glance, whines
something back at the kit. The response is instant. Kurama stands up on all
fours, from where he hand been using his haunches, and slowly pads by, up the
wooden stairs, and into the temple.
"I knew it! Hiei! You CAN speak youko! Please, we need your help! Yukina is
at her wits end. She has tried so many times to get him to understand.
Please? While she teaches him Japanese, will you help translate, and maybe
teach us a little youko?" Hiei relinquishes his death grip, and his glare,
only calms slightly.
"Yukina." He whispers. "I will, for her." Yusuke smiles. "Thanks, Hiei."
"Hn."
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(Hiei's POV)
While those stupid ningen went off to their school, I was left with Yukina,
the old woman, and the Kit. The golden child has done nothing but talk to me.
Telling me how relieving it is to be able to talk to something other than
plants that actually understands him. He tells me in short, simple worded
sentences about the flowers, calling them by childish names such as "one
with many petals", "one with many colors", and "one with faces scary that
look at me".
Also, he has demanded to know what "papa" and "sweet sister" and "grumpy
lady with bagging skin" and I, "dark boy almost my height", mean when they
talk about him not being there. He does not realize he is not the Kurama they
are talking about. I have told him such, and yet the child does not seem to
understand.
(an: .. is in youko)
dark boy almost my height, sweet sister is talking I no understand! Dark boy
help?
"Hn." He tilts his gold covered head and I sigh. She's asking if you're
hungry-want to eat. the youko child's eyes light up, and for an instant, a
split second, I imagine my heart warming to the boy.
yes! Tell sweet sister meat! Meat that is sweet!
"Yukina, K.Kurama wants 'sweet meat'." She nods, smiles, pats the boy's
head and walks away.
You need to learn names. 'Papa', is Yusuke. Yu-su-ke. 'Sweet sister' is
Yukina. Yu-ki-na. ' and 'grumpy lady with bagging skin' is Genkai. Gen- kai.
And I am not 'dark boy almost my height. My name is Hiei. Hi-ei. 'Great, I
think that breaks the record of how much I've talked in a year.' I think to
myself.
H.iei? Hiei. Hiei. he plays with my name, then the others' names. Hiei!
I like your name, Hiei! I am?
I know who you are! the kit deflates and his fluffy tail, which had been
just hanging in a puff, wilts, and slips between his legs. The large, pointed
fox ears droop, and he pouts.
Good. Because I don't know I think. Am I this "Kurama"? I shut my eyes, and count to ten.
No, you are not 'Kurama'. Yusuke is calling you that, because the ningen is
stupid.
Um-- Yukina enters the room, before the pesky child can speak further.
"Hi, Hiei-san, mind if I steal Kurama? I'm gonna start teaching him
Japanese!" she sounded so happy. I nod. She beams at me, and takes the
child by the hand, out of the room.
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END ch. 6
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