DISCLAIMER: I . . . do . . . not . . . own . . . anything. Got that? Good.
BEFORE I begin, I must say that I REALLY like where I'm going with this. And weather you do or not isn't my problem.
And. . . I didn't say anything before but I HAVE to now. It amuses me.
Dark of Sky. . . get a dictionary please. or spell check? It's copyrighted. Copywrighted is not a word.
That said . . . here's chapter two.
~*~*~*~*~*~* The Dragon Chapter Two: insert name of chapter here (so I can't think of one! Sheesh!) ~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yay! Guess what, B.D!" Botan skipped down the hall, making plenty of noise. She had long since given up asking what B.D.'s real name was.
"What-?" B.D sleepily stood and stretched, "what's up, Botan?"
"Guess what today is!" Botan hopped up and down excitedly.
" . . . Tuesday?" B.D. rubbed her eyes sleepily.
"No!! It's- hey. . . B.D.?"
"Huh?"
"Today's Wednesday."
" . . . Oh."
"And its also the day you get let out! KOENMA-SAMA!" Botan yelled to summon her boss.
Koenma marched himself down the narrow hallway, and unceremoniously opened the door. "Congratulations. You're free," he told her.
She stared straight ahead stupidly for a moment, before bolting out the door (of course, she did run into it on the way) shouting, "I'm free! I'M FREE!"
"Yay!" Botan clapped excitedly, "I'm so excited for you!"
"Thanks, Botan. I'll come back and see you sometime, okay?"
"Oh good! I look forward to it!" Botan smiled happily at her new friend.
"Happy hour over. You may leave," Koenma broke up their "happy hour" and went back to his desk.
"Bye!" Botan waved.
"Bye!!" B.D managed to run into the wall beside the door on her way out. Botan winced.
"I'm okay . . . I swear . . ." she got up again and was just leaving when she ran into Yusuke. Literally.
"Hey! You're in the way!" Yusuke said angrily.
"Oh! Hi, Yusuke! Back from your mission?" Botan asked.
"Well duh." Yusuke said.
B.D stood up again, "I'm sorry. My fault . . ." she turned and left, this time managing to not run into things.
"Who was that?" Yusuke asked, only half paying attention.
"It was that prisoner girl." Botan reminded him.
"Oh yea, her. I remember her. So here's the file thingy you wanted," he handed her the "file thingy" and turned to go.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yea, I'm meeting Keiko at the movies," Yusuke informed her, quite proud of himself.
Botan smiled. "Well that's good! Let me know how it goes with her!" she teased.
Yusuke glowered at her, but left quickly anyway. Botan's teasing wouldn't ruin his date.
On his way to the movie theater, he'd been quite excited about it. However two things dampened his spirits (only a little, mind you). One, Keiko had picked the movie. One of her silly foreign arts films again. Two, Kuwabara had come. That was worse.
"Hey! What took ya?" Kuwabara greeted.
"K-Kuwabara?" Yusuke sighed heavily, not wanting to put up with Kuwabara at the moment.
"Yea, I told him I was going and he asked to go," there was a hint of disappointment in Keiko's voice. Yusuke noted this and grinned to himself. At least they'd have the dark theater to escape the idiot. Yusuke began to devise his master plans. And Kuwabara shattered them.
"Yusuke can buy the stuff. We'll get a seat," Kuwabara announced.
Yusuke tried to fix it, he really did, "No, Kuwabara, why don't you?" he glared at Kuwabara, his eyes showing pure hatred.
"Uh, okay . . ." Kuwabara marched off to get some drinks and snacks and whatever else he would buy.
Yusuke shot Keiko a "help me!" look, and at the same time she just looked at him, distress showing in her deep brown eyes. This caused Yusuke to smile.
"C'mon, Keiko. Lets go," he led her into the theater, leaving Kuwabara alone in the concession stand line. Maybe he'd take a hint.
B.D had meanwhile arrived in Makai. Many demons and apparitions would say that Makai was a dirty, nasty, unfit place to live. B.D was not among them. She enjoyed every second of just being there.
"Hey, give me your weapon," a scratchy voice came out of the shadows. She sensed his youkai, showing that he was fairly low-level, but could pose a threat.
She tried to run, but only took two steps before realizing that she was surrounded by four other youkai of the same species.
Their large, muscular bodies were green in color, and they had beady black eyes. A horn protruded from each of their foreheads, and they wore brown- colored pants and torn muscle shirts of various colors. Their hair was puffy, and purple. One had yellow streaks. "Festive . . ." she thought. They were, all in all, large, scary opponents.
Okay, so Makai had its downfalls.
Welcome home.
Kurama sat in his bedroom, catching up on his schoolwork that he'd missed while on the mission. It wasn't difficult for him; he did this all the time. He worked quietly, noting the time every thirty minutes or so.
"Midnight . . ." he considered going to sleep, but he wanted to finish his homework.
A soft tapping at his window caused him to snap to attention. His groggy brain took only seconds to comprehend that it was only Hiei, and he got up to open the window.
Hiei stood there, looking quite pitiful. His usually spiky hair was plastered flat to his head, and his cloak and scarf were drenched and sticking to his skin. He looked murderous, his crimson eyes glowing with anger.
"I'm . . . sorry . . . I didn't know it was raining . . ." Kurama tried his best not to laugh.
"Baka kitsune," Hiei snapped.
"Whenever it stops, you know the way out," Kurama turned back to his books, and Hiei went to raid the kitchen. Kurama sighed. "It's a good thing mother's not home, or she'd panic," Kurama noted. His mother, like most, would not cope well when small, soaking wet fire youkai tried to raid the fridge.
He listened with interest as Hiei made noise down in the kitchen, clashing silverware and dishes, and every now and again the refrigerator door would open and close. Hiei came back with a sandwich, and this caused Kurama to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Hiei demanded.
"You, go look at yourself. You look hilarious," Kurama managed. Hiei was indeed an unusual sight. His hair looked strange, the way it stuck to his head from the water. And the sandwich just completed the picture.
"Baka," Hiei said, and proceeded to eat his sandwich.
The fight had lased for a few hours. B.D lay sprawled on the ground; the youkai had left long ago. They had presumed her dead. Her katana was gone and she lie passed out there for several hours. Many youkai had sensed her, but didn't attack. They were afraid of the bloody scene before them, and she had nothing left of value.
She came around and tried to stand. Dark crimson blood poured freely from a gaping wound on her left shoulder, staining the blood soaked ground further. She could see that she'd only managed to kill one of the youkai. She remembered stabbing him through the heart. Blood was still oozing slowly from his wound as well. His green blood mingled with her own in a pool on the ground.
She reached instinctively to her sheath, however both it and her katana had been stolen. Along with her gray shirt, revealing her white undershirt, now completely covered in her blood. Her shoes and necklace had also been stolen, but that wasn't as big a deal as her katana. However bad at fencing she was, it was her only weapon.
She slumped over, breathing heavily. Blood poured from her shoulder, making a larger puddle on the ground. She stood straight up and walked away to the best of her ability. Being caught in a bloody scene like this one could kill any youkai.
Her first thought was to climb into a tree. That wouldn't work, she decided, because she was bleeding too heavily. Second (and last) resort was to go to Ningenkai. However she was reluctant to do this, because she was, again, bleeding very heavily. Humans didn't take this very well, she knew.
She sat on the ground, thinking hard. There was nowhere else to go. She climbed up into a tree, avoiding the world as best she could and falling asleep.
"What a fun first day back . . ." she mused aloud. Being attacked hadn't been in her plan.
"I'll see you later, Keiko . . ." Yusuke hesitated. Keiko stood in her doorway, looking at him expectantly. After a moment of awkward silence, he leaned down to give her a goodnight kiss. "Uh . . . bye . . ." his cheeks flushed and he turned to leave quickly.
Keiko blushed too, watching him go, "bye, Yusuke," she called after him. He walked quickly, trying to avoid her eyes. It didn't work, she saw him blushing and smiled happily.
Kuwabara had lost them in the crowd, so he watched the movie alone. Having arrived home, he was going to feed his cat and go to sleep.
"Here, Eikichi! Here, kitty kitty!" he called, shaking the box of cat food.
"Meow," the cat padded out from its unknown hiding place to eat. Kuwabara smiled.
"Good little kitty," he told her. "Eat all your food for daddy," he said.
"Mew," the cat had no qualms about doing this. She was, after all, a cat.
"It's a good thing none of the guys know about this . . ." Kuwabara told her, petting her gently.
"Mew?"
Hiei gave a small laugh. Kurama looked up to see that Hiei had removed his headband, and his jagan was glowing red.
"Hiei, what are you doing?" Kurama asked him suspiciously.
"Amusing myself," Hiei informed him.
"Can I ask how?"
"I'm watching the idiot," Hiei said, grinning to himself.
"That's impolite, you know."
Hiei only laughed.
Kurama sighed, "You're impossible."
Hiei laughed again.
"Do you amuse yourself like this all the time?" Kurama wanted to know.
"Only when I'm at your house, and it's raining, and I'm bored," Hiei said.
"Uh-huh."
"It's amusing. You should see," Hiei smiled, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"You're impossible," Kurama repeated.
"Botan!! Come in here!" Koenma yelled. By this time it was early morning, and Botan had been sleeping.
"Yes sir?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Koenma was taken aback by her unusual attire. She wore a pink and blue nightgown, her blue hair up in rollers. "Yes, sir?" she repeated.
"Oh, right. Look!" he pointed to the large T.V.-like object in his office. George, his faithful blue oni, had located B.D on the screen. The sight was far from pretty.
"Oh dear, that's not good," Botan chewed her nails nervously, looking at Koenma with a "and, what do you want ME to do about it?" look.
"Should we do anything, sir?" George piped up.
"I don't know, ogre." Koenma said.
"I'll go," Botan volunteered.
"Not to Makai, you won't." Koenma said.
"But Koenma, sir!" Botan started.
"No."
"Well then why'd you TELL me?!" she cried.
"I don't know."
Botan fell down, anime-style.
"It's all right, Botan. She looks okay," George tried to cheer her up.
"Thanks, George. Keep me posted, sir," and with that, Botan went back to bed.
B.D had fallen into a restless sleep in her tree, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she dreamt of being slaughtered by demons. She made a frightened sound, like "eep," and fell out of the tree.
" . . . Ouch." She said simply.
The blood had ceased to flow from her wound, so she decided to walk to the portal and seek help in Ningenkai. She stood and walked away, her blood dripping from her arm.
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
She placed a hand over her wound to stop the accursed dripping.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
End Chapter
Yes, I realize I didn't disclose the information I wanted to give about B.D (such as her name, or where she comes into play in this story, or whatever) but its okay. Its coming, I swear. And this chapter was quite amusing, I think.
Review me, onegai!
Flames and Torches ~Black Dragon~
BEFORE I begin, I must say that I REALLY like where I'm going with this. And weather you do or not isn't my problem.
And. . . I didn't say anything before but I HAVE to now. It amuses me.
Dark of Sky. . . get a dictionary please. or spell check? It's copyrighted. Copywrighted is not a word.
That said . . . here's chapter two.
~*~*~*~*~*~* The Dragon Chapter Two: insert name of chapter here (so I can't think of one! Sheesh!) ~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yay! Guess what, B.D!" Botan skipped down the hall, making plenty of noise. She had long since given up asking what B.D.'s real name was.
"What-?" B.D sleepily stood and stretched, "what's up, Botan?"
"Guess what today is!" Botan hopped up and down excitedly.
" . . . Tuesday?" B.D. rubbed her eyes sleepily.
"No!! It's- hey. . . B.D.?"
"Huh?"
"Today's Wednesday."
" . . . Oh."
"And its also the day you get let out! KOENMA-SAMA!" Botan yelled to summon her boss.
Koenma marched himself down the narrow hallway, and unceremoniously opened the door. "Congratulations. You're free," he told her.
She stared straight ahead stupidly for a moment, before bolting out the door (of course, she did run into it on the way) shouting, "I'm free! I'M FREE!"
"Yay!" Botan clapped excitedly, "I'm so excited for you!"
"Thanks, Botan. I'll come back and see you sometime, okay?"
"Oh good! I look forward to it!" Botan smiled happily at her new friend.
"Happy hour over. You may leave," Koenma broke up their "happy hour" and went back to his desk.
"Bye!" Botan waved.
"Bye!!" B.D managed to run into the wall beside the door on her way out. Botan winced.
"I'm okay . . . I swear . . ." she got up again and was just leaving when she ran into Yusuke. Literally.
"Hey! You're in the way!" Yusuke said angrily.
"Oh! Hi, Yusuke! Back from your mission?" Botan asked.
"Well duh." Yusuke said.
B.D stood up again, "I'm sorry. My fault . . ." she turned and left, this time managing to not run into things.
"Who was that?" Yusuke asked, only half paying attention.
"It was that prisoner girl." Botan reminded him.
"Oh yea, her. I remember her. So here's the file thingy you wanted," he handed her the "file thingy" and turned to go.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yea, I'm meeting Keiko at the movies," Yusuke informed her, quite proud of himself.
Botan smiled. "Well that's good! Let me know how it goes with her!" she teased.
Yusuke glowered at her, but left quickly anyway. Botan's teasing wouldn't ruin his date.
On his way to the movie theater, he'd been quite excited about it. However two things dampened his spirits (only a little, mind you). One, Keiko had picked the movie. One of her silly foreign arts films again. Two, Kuwabara had come. That was worse.
"Hey! What took ya?" Kuwabara greeted.
"K-Kuwabara?" Yusuke sighed heavily, not wanting to put up with Kuwabara at the moment.
"Yea, I told him I was going and he asked to go," there was a hint of disappointment in Keiko's voice. Yusuke noted this and grinned to himself. At least they'd have the dark theater to escape the idiot. Yusuke began to devise his master plans. And Kuwabara shattered them.
"Yusuke can buy the stuff. We'll get a seat," Kuwabara announced.
Yusuke tried to fix it, he really did, "No, Kuwabara, why don't you?" he glared at Kuwabara, his eyes showing pure hatred.
"Uh, okay . . ." Kuwabara marched off to get some drinks and snacks and whatever else he would buy.
Yusuke shot Keiko a "help me!" look, and at the same time she just looked at him, distress showing in her deep brown eyes. This caused Yusuke to smile.
"C'mon, Keiko. Lets go," he led her into the theater, leaving Kuwabara alone in the concession stand line. Maybe he'd take a hint.
B.D had meanwhile arrived in Makai. Many demons and apparitions would say that Makai was a dirty, nasty, unfit place to live. B.D was not among them. She enjoyed every second of just being there.
"Hey, give me your weapon," a scratchy voice came out of the shadows. She sensed his youkai, showing that he was fairly low-level, but could pose a threat.
She tried to run, but only took two steps before realizing that she was surrounded by four other youkai of the same species.
Their large, muscular bodies were green in color, and they had beady black eyes. A horn protruded from each of their foreheads, and they wore brown- colored pants and torn muscle shirts of various colors. Their hair was puffy, and purple. One had yellow streaks. "Festive . . ." she thought. They were, all in all, large, scary opponents.
Okay, so Makai had its downfalls.
Welcome home.
Kurama sat in his bedroom, catching up on his schoolwork that he'd missed while on the mission. It wasn't difficult for him; he did this all the time. He worked quietly, noting the time every thirty minutes or so.
"Midnight . . ." he considered going to sleep, but he wanted to finish his homework.
A soft tapping at his window caused him to snap to attention. His groggy brain took only seconds to comprehend that it was only Hiei, and he got up to open the window.
Hiei stood there, looking quite pitiful. His usually spiky hair was plastered flat to his head, and his cloak and scarf were drenched and sticking to his skin. He looked murderous, his crimson eyes glowing with anger.
"I'm . . . sorry . . . I didn't know it was raining . . ." Kurama tried his best not to laugh.
"Baka kitsune," Hiei snapped.
"Whenever it stops, you know the way out," Kurama turned back to his books, and Hiei went to raid the kitchen. Kurama sighed. "It's a good thing mother's not home, or she'd panic," Kurama noted. His mother, like most, would not cope well when small, soaking wet fire youkai tried to raid the fridge.
He listened with interest as Hiei made noise down in the kitchen, clashing silverware and dishes, and every now and again the refrigerator door would open and close. Hiei came back with a sandwich, and this caused Kurama to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Hiei demanded.
"You, go look at yourself. You look hilarious," Kurama managed. Hiei was indeed an unusual sight. His hair looked strange, the way it stuck to his head from the water. And the sandwich just completed the picture.
"Baka," Hiei said, and proceeded to eat his sandwich.
The fight had lased for a few hours. B.D lay sprawled on the ground; the youkai had left long ago. They had presumed her dead. Her katana was gone and she lie passed out there for several hours. Many youkai had sensed her, but didn't attack. They were afraid of the bloody scene before them, and she had nothing left of value.
She came around and tried to stand. Dark crimson blood poured freely from a gaping wound on her left shoulder, staining the blood soaked ground further. She could see that she'd only managed to kill one of the youkai. She remembered stabbing him through the heart. Blood was still oozing slowly from his wound as well. His green blood mingled with her own in a pool on the ground.
She reached instinctively to her sheath, however both it and her katana had been stolen. Along with her gray shirt, revealing her white undershirt, now completely covered in her blood. Her shoes and necklace had also been stolen, but that wasn't as big a deal as her katana. However bad at fencing she was, it was her only weapon.
She slumped over, breathing heavily. Blood poured from her shoulder, making a larger puddle on the ground. She stood straight up and walked away to the best of her ability. Being caught in a bloody scene like this one could kill any youkai.
Her first thought was to climb into a tree. That wouldn't work, she decided, because she was bleeding too heavily. Second (and last) resort was to go to Ningenkai. However she was reluctant to do this, because she was, again, bleeding very heavily. Humans didn't take this very well, she knew.
She sat on the ground, thinking hard. There was nowhere else to go. She climbed up into a tree, avoiding the world as best she could and falling asleep.
"What a fun first day back . . ." she mused aloud. Being attacked hadn't been in her plan.
"I'll see you later, Keiko . . ." Yusuke hesitated. Keiko stood in her doorway, looking at him expectantly. After a moment of awkward silence, he leaned down to give her a goodnight kiss. "Uh . . . bye . . ." his cheeks flushed and he turned to leave quickly.
Keiko blushed too, watching him go, "bye, Yusuke," she called after him. He walked quickly, trying to avoid her eyes. It didn't work, she saw him blushing and smiled happily.
Kuwabara had lost them in the crowd, so he watched the movie alone. Having arrived home, he was going to feed his cat and go to sleep.
"Here, Eikichi! Here, kitty kitty!" he called, shaking the box of cat food.
"Meow," the cat padded out from its unknown hiding place to eat. Kuwabara smiled.
"Good little kitty," he told her. "Eat all your food for daddy," he said.
"Mew," the cat had no qualms about doing this. She was, after all, a cat.
"It's a good thing none of the guys know about this . . ." Kuwabara told her, petting her gently.
"Mew?"
Hiei gave a small laugh. Kurama looked up to see that Hiei had removed his headband, and his jagan was glowing red.
"Hiei, what are you doing?" Kurama asked him suspiciously.
"Amusing myself," Hiei informed him.
"Can I ask how?"
"I'm watching the idiot," Hiei said, grinning to himself.
"That's impolite, you know."
Hiei only laughed.
Kurama sighed, "You're impossible."
Hiei laughed again.
"Do you amuse yourself like this all the time?" Kurama wanted to know.
"Only when I'm at your house, and it's raining, and I'm bored," Hiei said.
"Uh-huh."
"It's amusing. You should see," Hiei smiled, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"You're impossible," Kurama repeated.
"Botan!! Come in here!" Koenma yelled. By this time it was early morning, and Botan had been sleeping.
"Yes sir?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Koenma was taken aback by her unusual attire. She wore a pink and blue nightgown, her blue hair up in rollers. "Yes, sir?" she repeated.
"Oh, right. Look!" he pointed to the large T.V.-like object in his office. George, his faithful blue oni, had located B.D on the screen. The sight was far from pretty.
"Oh dear, that's not good," Botan chewed her nails nervously, looking at Koenma with a "and, what do you want ME to do about it?" look.
"Should we do anything, sir?" George piped up.
"I don't know, ogre." Koenma said.
"I'll go," Botan volunteered.
"Not to Makai, you won't." Koenma said.
"But Koenma, sir!" Botan started.
"No."
"Well then why'd you TELL me?!" she cried.
"I don't know."
Botan fell down, anime-style.
"It's all right, Botan. She looks okay," George tried to cheer her up.
"Thanks, George. Keep me posted, sir," and with that, Botan went back to bed.
B.D had fallen into a restless sleep in her tree, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she dreamt of being slaughtered by demons. She made a frightened sound, like "eep," and fell out of the tree.
" . . . Ouch." She said simply.
The blood had ceased to flow from her wound, so she decided to walk to the portal and seek help in Ningenkai. She stood and walked away, her blood dripping from her arm.
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
She placed a hand over her wound to stop the accursed dripping.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
End Chapter
Yes, I realize I didn't disclose the information I wanted to give about B.D (such as her name, or where she comes into play in this story, or whatever) but its okay. Its coming, I swear. And this chapter was quite amusing, I think.
Review me, onegai!
Flames and Torches ~Black Dragon~