"Moumoku"
-Blind Eyes
Chapter Two: Trapped
Point of View: Kurama
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Warning: May be some harsh language, violence, and sexual content. YAOI INCLUDED. (Shonen-ai/slash) Flames towards this issue and plagiarism will NOT be tolerated.
This chapter written by- Kawaii Kitsune
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The door to the dark one-bedroom apartment opened and in walked a weary figure. The man threw off his shoes and dropped his book bag in a great heap by the door, ignoring the mess it made. He trudged towards the sofa and promptly collapsed onto the soft cushions. A contented sigh was released into the air.
The ringing of the phone disrupted the comfortable silence.
The figure let out an annoyed grown and sat up to reach for the portable phone. "Moshi-moshi."
"Shuuichi!" A loud, high-pitched scream came from the other end of the phone. "Where have you been?!?! I've been trying to get hold of you for an hour!"
"I'm sorry, Fumiko," answered the redhead, "One of my professors wanted to talk to me about an internship opportunity. It took longer than expected."
"Well, that's a valid reason, I suppose," replied Fumiko, "Anyway, are you dressed for the party yet?"
Kurama rubbed at his temple with his free hand, trying to relieve himself of the oncoming headache. "No, not yet. I just got home."
"You'd better get ready soon. We wouldn't want to be late and embarrass ourselves in front of all your friends, would we? Pick me up in an hour. Bye!" Click.
The redhead let out a long exhausted sigh and placed the phone back onto the receiver. It was the night of Koenma's 25,000th birthday celebration and Kurama was an invited guest. Fumiko, his girlfriend for the past three years, happened to be there on the day he received the invitation, and she insisted on knowing its contents. Kurama had no choice but to tell her, fibbing a bit on Koenma's age. She became excited and demanded that they attend the party together. Kurama couldn't say no; he was trapped.
He walked sluggishly to his room and took off the outermost layer of clothing. An outfit was already laid out on the bed, clean and pressed, indicating that Fumiko made an appearance at the apartment earlier that day. The outfit consisted of a brown full-piece suit, with a stark white shirt and a dark green tie. Kurama shook his head and looked at it with a small degree of disgust. This is so not me.
After placing the already prepared outfit into his closet, Kurama took upon himself to choose his own clothes. He finally settled on a pair of black dress pants, not too tight but not too loose, very formfitting, and a red silk shirt that was a few shades darker than his hair. The new outfit was placed onto the bed and Kurama worked him way over to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
He left his discarded clothing as a pile on the floor, stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. The water cascaded down his perfect figure and soothed him, washing away all his stress and fatigue. The redhead would have stayed in the shower longer but he had a very impatient girlfriend to pick up, so he shut off the water and toweled off. He brushed and blow-dried his long, luscious hair, which he kept even against the preferences of Fumiko. Finally, he dressed and looked himself over in the mirror.
The silk shirt fell gracefully over his chiseled chest, accenting his fine-toned muscles. The color went great with his hair and really brought out the emerald green of his eyes which, due to the passage of time, has become narrower and more mature. The pants fit perfectly on him, hugging his form but not too tightly to be uncomfortable. Kurama added a black leather belt with a tasteful silver fox buckle to the ensemble. Every strand of hair was in its place, perfectly framing the more defined face. In short, he was a sight to die for.
Ugh, do I really have to bring Fumiko? The mentally exhausted kitsune was not looking forward to a night of never-ending questions and nagging. When Shiori introduced the two of them three years ago, Kurama never expected that sweet young girl to be the clingy person that she's become. The two of them hit if off great at first and Kurama actually enjoyed her company, but now she tested his usually unyielding patience to the limit. Inari only knows why he put up her for so long, and why he's still putting up with her. Maybe I can just leave without her. And if she asks about it, I'll just alter her memory with one of my plants. Kurama quickly shook his head. No no, must not think such thoughts. An exasperated sigh. "Well, better get going."
The transport that Koenma provided looked exactly like a regular black stretched limousine, only this particular limo could travel between dimensions. It was already parked by the curb when Kurama walked out of his apartment complex. The fox got into the back seat and gave the driver Fumiko's address, indicating for him to pick her up. They arrived ten minutes later in front of a redbrick house. A figure in a simple yet elegant black dress was standing in front of it. The limo stopped and the figure got in.
"Shuuichi! You're not wearing the outfit I picked out," stated Fumiko, which a hint of anger in her voice, "Why not?"
"It just wasn't me," he answered simply, "Plus, this is a lot more comfortable."
"I see. Well, that's the last time I put effort into preparing your clothes for you," she said with a pout.
Thank goodness. "It's not that I didn't appreciate it, Fumiko. I just prefer to choose my own outfits," Kurama reasoned, "Anyway, would you like to have a drink before we reach the party? There's champagne in the mini-fridge."
"Why yes, Shuu-chan, I'd love a drink."
Kurama make his was over to the fridge and took out the bottle of champagne. He poured to glasses of the bubbly liquid and handed one to his girlfriend. Unknown to Fumiko, Kurama slipped a drug into her glass, meant to knock her out until they reach the Gate of Judgment. She keeled over in the middle of describing her long and ordinary day, two minutes after she finished her champagne.
Ah, sweet silence. Kurama placed her onto one of the back seats and propped himself down on the other one. He finally let his mind wander. How long has it been since we last saw each other? Last time we were all together? A year? Two? I wonder if they've changed…
The limo drove on.
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End of Chapter Two
Took me a while but I finally wrote it. ^_^ Next chapter will be by AoiHyou.
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