Disclaimer:I own only Boko, Akimi, Tien-su, Yukei, and
Homi. KuramasGirl might argue against that, but.......oh well. She owns
Aruma!
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Author's Note:This chapter.....might be kinda short....OH WELL! ___________________________________~*~*~____________________________________ _________
"Akimi, why, exactly, are we going to Yusuke?" Akimi strode down the street, glancing at houses. "I know how to contact Koenma- sama from there." "Oh. How?" She sighed. "You'll see when we get there. Ah!" They entered the Ramen house. "Konichiwa, Yusuke!" Yusuke's brown eyes flicked upward, then glared. "Hi." Akimi bowed. "Gomensai gomensai a million time gomensai! I swear I didn't mean to hurt Yukei! Never in a million years!" Yusuke considered this, along with Akimi's pleading purple eyes, and rubbed her head. "It's alright. Keiko-chan told me what happened." "Arigatou! Um.....I need a favor." "I knew that apology was a little too elaborate. What is it?" Akimi grinned. "I need to contact Koenma." "Oh, no problem! Why?" Akimi took a deep breath and glanced at Hiei. His only response was a look that meant, Hey, you got YOURSELF into this one, neko. She swallowed and said, "So he can help me find my father." From across the room, Keiko dropped a plate. "Kuso.."she mumbled, stooping to clean it up. Yusuke's own brown eyes were huge. "Y-Your father? Kurama?" "Hai," she mumbled, staring at the floor. "Come on," said Yusuke, leading her behind the ramen house to their apartment.
"A compact?" Hiei asked increduosly. "You actually know what a compact is?" retorted Yusuke, miffed. "You know perfectly well why I have this. I used it when we were fighting the Saint Beasts to contact Boton! I hope it still works." Akimi rolled her eyes at the both of them. "Shut up and give me the damn thing!" She snapped, snatching it out of Yusuke's hands. "Hello?" said a way-too-perky voice. "Hi, Boton? It's me, Akimi." The blue-haired woman was surprized. "Akimi? How'd you get hold of this?" Akimi sighed. "Yusuke's letting me use it." "Oh. Yes, he used this while fighting the Spirit Beasts. I'm surprised it still works!" "Boton- chan, I need to talk to Koenma." "Oh. Here he is." The device was passed. "Akimi?" "Konichiwa, Koenma-sama. I need you to do me a favor. Can you still contact Kurama?" "Ne? Kurama? Y-y-your father?" Akimi was growing exasperated. "Yes, my freaking father. Why does everyone around here stutter?" "Gomensai. Yes, I can contact him." "Well, would you please, and tell him that I know, and I want to meet him." Hiei's eyes snapped upward. "Akimi..." She glared at him. "Alright. I will." said Koenma. "Arigatou, Koenma-sama. Domo arigatou." They hung up, thanked Yusuke, and left.
Hiei laid in his bed, staring upward. He was thinking about that morning, when he had gone to the school. The guard almost wouldn't let him past the front door. "There's a....a monster in there!" "I can control her!" He had snapped, trying to push past him. "How?" asked the baka. "I'm her father." was the deamon's reply. Those words repeated themselves, over and over and freakin over. It wasn't the lie that refused to let him sleep. No, he was used to lying. It was how much he wanted it to be true. He had raised the child, from a lavender-eyed baby to a powerful, blackhaired teenager, and not once had he been called "Hiei-papa". Of course, technicly, he wasn't the girl's father, but, as she herself had once said, "A father isn't who gives life, I think. I think a father is someone who teaches one to live." Yes. He had taught her to live. But it was up to the child. When Kurama arrived, who would she choose? Or would she choose? He thought back again, to Akimi's first grade "Career Day." "You know," she had said, laying on the couch. "I dont have a 'papa-san' like the kids in my class. I have a 'Hiei-san'. Is that the same thing, Hiei?" He had frozen, speechless. He had no idea how to answer. "Time for bed, hino rei." was his only reply. Hiei turned over, still uncomfortable. Just this morning, when she had cried. For the first time in 14 years, she had pressed her face into his shoulder and cried. He could still feel it. Unusual for him, but he rather liked it. What was this feeling called? Ah. "Paternal." Kuso. He had never felt this damn confused in all his life!
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Hooble:Hiei has a "soft" side? I feel faint.... Hiei:Baka. Of course I don't have a soft side. Hooble:You do now! I am the author! I can make you do whatever I want! Hiei:Hn.
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Author's Note:This chapter.....might be kinda short....OH WELL! ___________________________________~*~*~____________________________________ _________
"Akimi, why, exactly, are we going to Yusuke?" Akimi strode down the street, glancing at houses. "I know how to contact Koenma- sama from there." "Oh. How?" She sighed. "You'll see when we get there. Ah!" They entered the Ramen house. "Konichiwa, Yusuke!" Yusuke's brown eyes flicked upward, then glared. "Hi." Akimi bowed. "Gomensai gomensai a million time gomensai! I swear I didn't mean to hurt Yukei! Never in a million years!" Yusuke considered this, along with Akimi's pleading purple eyes, and rubbed her head. "It's alright. Keiko-chan told me what happened." "Arigatou! Um.....I need a favor." "I knew that apology was a little too elaborate. What is it?" Akimi grinned. "I need to contact Koenma." "Oh, no problem! Why?" Akimi took a deep breath and glanced at Hiei. His only response was a look that meant, Hey, you got YOURSELF into this one, neko. She swallowed and said, "So he can help me find my father." From across the room, Keiko dropped a plate. "Kuso.."she mumbled, stooping to clean it up. Yusuke's own brown eyes were huge. "Y-Your father? Kurama?" "Hai," she mumbled, staring at the floor. "Come on," said Yusuke, leading her behind the ramen house to their apartment.
"A compact?" Hiei asked increduosly. "You actually know what a compact is?" retorted Yusuke, miffed. "You know perfectly well why I have this. I used it when we were fighting the Saint Beasts to contact Boton! I hope it still works." Akimi rolled her eyes at the both of them. "Shut up and give me the damn thing!" She snapped, snatching it out of Yusuke's hands. "Hello?" said a way-too-perky voice. "Hi, Boton? It's me, Akimi." The blue-haired woman was surprized. "Akimi? How'd you get hold of this?" Akimi sighed. "Yusuke's letting me use it." "Oh. Yes, he used this while fighting the Spirit Beasts. I'm surprised it still works!" "Boton- chan, I need to talk to Koenma." "Oh. Here he is." The device was passed. "Akimi?" "Konichiwa, Koenma-sama. I need you to do me a favor. Can you still contact Kurama?" "Ne? Kurama? Y-y-your father?" Akimi was growing exasperated. "Yes, my freaking father. Why does everyone around here stutter?" "Gomensai. Yes, I can contact him." "Well, would you please, and tell him that I know, and I want to meet him." Hiei's eyes snapped upward. "Akimi..." She glared at him. "Alright. I will." said Koenma. "Arigatou, Koenma-sama. Domo arigatou." They hung up, thanked Yusuke, and left.
Hiei laid in his bed, staring upward. He was thinking about that morning, when he had gone to the school. The guard almost wouldn't let him past the front door. "There's a....a monster in there!" "I can control her!" He had snapped, trying to push past him. "How?" asked the baka. "I'm her father." was the deamon's reply. Those words repeated themselves, over and over and freakin over. It wasn't the lie that refused to let him sleep. No, he was used to lying. It was how much he wanted it to be true. He had raised the child, from a lavender-eyed baby to a powerful, blackhaired teenager, and not once had he been called "Hiei-papa". Of course, technicly, he wasn't the girl's father, but, as she herself had once said, "A father isn't who gives life, I think. I think a father is someone who teaches one to live." Yes. He had taught her to live. But it was up to the child. When Kurama arrived, who would she choose? Or would she choose? He thought back again, to Akimi's first grade "Career Day." "You know," she had said, laying on the couch. "I dont have a 'papa-san' like the kids in my class. I have a 'Hiei-san'. Is that the same thing, Hiei?" He had frozen, speechless. He had no idea how to answer. "Time for bed, hino rei." was his only reply. Hiei turned over, still uncomfortable. Just this morning, when she had cried. For the first time in 14 years, she had pressed her face into his shoulder and cried. He could still feel it. Unusual for him, but he rather liked it. What was this feeling called? Ah. "Paternal." Kuso. He had never felt this damn confused in all his life!
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Hooble:Hiei has a "soft" side? I feel faint.... Hiei:Baka. Of course I don't have a soft side. Hooble:You do now! I am the author! I can make you do whatever I want! Hiei:Hn.