Proposition
By: Madoka
Pairings: SAME AS LAST TIME, YOU DICK!!!
Warnings: Self-insertion, shonen ai-esque musings, other happy things. The thing is, the self-insertion part, it's not....I mean, It's not all like, "WHOO! I'ma have sex with Hiei!" It's just a little bit, and I didn't know who else to base the character on. I like being the center of attention. So....it's not one of those things. I hate those. They're fun to make fun of.
Disclaimer: You know what? I'm quitting disclaimers. If I owned YuYu Hakusho it wouldnt be a fanfic, so I really don't think they're nessacary. ::bows:: and that's the end of that chapter.
Dedicaition: For John.
Author's Notes: Hola! I messed up a little on the prologue- I didn't want the song lyrics to run together like that but it's too late and I'm too lazy to fix it. I'm truly, sincerely sorry. oh my god my cat is eating my face. I am not shitting you, she's biting my face.
Wind beneath thy wings...
--Madoka
Proposition
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He couldn't stck around to see if Yurameshi would die. He couldn't stand that. He left on his own, early in the morning, riding the back of the wind his mastery over had brought him so far. He staggered over the craggy cliffs of home and looked for a quiet place to brood in.
Jinn was not happy.
He didn't know if he would ever be again. Yusuke had changed him inexplicably, turned him into something he didn't know. He knew in the back of his head he was blowing a rather small situaition way out of hand and didn't even care. He was depressed and sore and exhausted, and a small buzzing had begun in the back of his head. He could go into town, find a pub somewhere that wouldn't ask stupid questions about his horn, and get good and smashed before he looked for a place to sleep. The idea was tempting. Of all the stupid human inventions, there was one that outshone the rest- alcohol. He was headed torwards Dublin when he thought better of it. He didn't really want to be around anyone else right now, not even the humans that so cheered him. He really just wanted a place to sleep.
He had managed to find a suitable tree and was settled with his back to the trunk. Far off he heard the barking of dogs, the bleating of sheep, and the sharp, high yips of a terrified fox, but he gave them no thought.
Forget Yusuke. It was an easy mantra to remember, almost like the chant of "Kill Yusuke" that had been echoing in the stands their entire match. Pay no mind to your opponent's dark eyes and easy smile, no, just kill Yusuke forget Yusuke forget Yusuke. A small breeze blew across the feild at his beckon. It brushed his face lightly and rustled the leaves making a halo around his head, bringing the sounds of the hunt across louder. Jinn frowned. He could almost see it now, a pack of dogs chasing something so small it was hidden in the tall stands of grass. They were on the hill, running fast enough to trip themselves and double over, rolling down the hill like grey balls. The fox, if it was still alive, was silent, it's terrified cries forgotten.
Funny thing. He was Jinn, the master, the wonderful, hero of the Demon World and everyone in it. Everyone wanted to be as heartless and cold as he--
And yet somehow, the sight of that tiny red fox, flying acorss the feild with the dogs on her heels, moved him near to tears. He stood up just as the leader of the pack leapt and fell onto the vixen and this time she did scream- and Jinn jumped out of his hard-won perch and was next to her, fighting away the dogs, moving the wall of grey fur and black flesh away and dropped next to the inert body with a low cry.
The little vixen, the little rescued one, lay inert on the grass, true- but the little fox had been replaced by a foxgirl, equally still and limp.
"Bugger!" Jinn said, too suprised to say anything else. The dogs had only moved off a little- they were watching him still from a few feet away, waiting to see if he would abandon his prize yet. The kitsune was limp and helpless in the grass. Jinn glanced torwards the black shape of a human on the hill and worked his arms around the inert body without marring it too much. As she sat up, weary, half concious and obeying the way her body was bending without thinking about it, an empty glass bottle of porter rolled away and hit the trunk of his tree.
"Great." Jinn snapped at her. She mumbled incohereantly. Holding her up, her tail waving limply- the only thing about her that was proof she lived at all, Jinn looked her over for any sign of injuries. None, none that he could see, nothing but severe intoxicaition and a massive hangover in the morning, if he knew, and he did. "You," He told her, dragging her to a safe place away from the dogs. "Were not in my plans."
"Mmmmm." She mumbled, her head knocking against his breastbone. Close up, she was glazed-eyed and stumbling- her hair was bright red, darker then his, the color of a fox pelt in mid-molt.
::How appropriate::
Her paws stumbled a little on the ground, trying to hold up themselves and their body, her tail flicked and waved, and she was holding onto his arms around her waist with a grip that was impressive for someone so smashed. Jinn cursed to himself as he hauled her to a dwelling a fox could appriciate, even if it wasn't truly suited for his type of demon- a small hollow in the shade of a bush, for the most part protected from rain and storms. He put her down against the wall of shrubbery, in a protected place, and glanced out, shaking his head. The weather pinned him inside, and he put his jacket on the ground and stretched out on top of it. The foxgirl, unpeturbed, had apparently fallen asleep.
"Stupid kitsune." Jinn informed her. "If I wanted a steaming heap of trouble I woulda stayed at the tournament and....and I don;t even know what."
If she heard, the kitsune wasn't bothered. Jinn found himself strangely touched. "I suppose you didn't go, eh? It's not over yet. I could have stayed. There was another foxgirl there, you know. Is anyone out there looking for you, bairn? You haven't a foxboy out there somewhere in the world, do you?"
Still nothing.
"You look young enough to still be with your ma." Jinn added after a long moment. "No foxboy yet, eh? Well, it'll come in time. Trust me. You don't look like you were too impaitient for one. Did you drink all that porter by yourself? No wonder you went after the lambs. They must have looked like chickens after all that."
Jinn smiled and leaned against the stalk of the bush, his hair falling acorss the dirt over his shoulders. "I like the way the rain sounds." He told her, craning his neck a bit. "So soft and wet, you know? It was raining when I left the Makai, too. Goddess bless, I wanted to stay so much. But I couldn't. There was this boy, you see......"
Fini.
WOW! And yes, the foxgirl is me. WHEE! Um.....it's 5AM and I'm bone tired, but I'ma try to get the third chapter started 'fore I leave for school. So read this one and smile! It is April 15, 2003! Thrid chapter should be up by Saturday at the latest!
- Madoka
By: Madoka
Pairings: SAME AS LAST TIME, YOU DICK!!!
Warnings: Self-insertion, shonen ai-esque musings, other happy things. The thing is, the self-insertion part, it's not....I mean, It's not all like, "WHOO! I'ma have sex with Hiei!" It's just a little bit, and I didn't know who else to base the character on. I like being the center of attention. So....it's not one of those things. I hate those. They're fun to make fun of.
Disclaimer: You know what? I'm quitting disclaimers. If I owned YuYu Hakusho it wouldnt be a fanfic, so I really don't think they're nessacary. ::bows:: and that's the end of that chapter.
Dedicaition: For John.
Author's Notes: Hola! I messed up a little on the prologue- I didn't want the song lyrics to run together like that but it's too late and I'm too lazy to fix it. I'm truly, sincerely sorry. oh my god my cat is eating my face. I am not shitting you, she's biting my face.
Wind beneath thy wings...
--Madoka
Proposition
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He couldn't stck around to see if Yurameshi would die. He couldn't stand that. He left on his own, early in the morning, riding the back of the wind his mastery over had brought him so far. He staggered over the craggy cliffs of home and looked for a quiet place to brood in.
Jinn was not happy.
He didn't know if he would ever be again. Yusuke had changed him inexplicably, turned him into something he didn't know. He knew in the back of his head he was blowing a rather small situaition way out of hand and didn't even care. He was depressed and sore and exhausted, and a small buzzing had begun in the back of his head. He could go into town, find a pub somewhere that wouldn't ask stupid questions about his horn, and get good and smashed before he looked for a place to sleep. The idea was tempting. Of all the stupid human inventions, there was one that outshone the rest- alcohol. He was headed torwards Dublin when he thought better of it. He didn't really want to be around anyone else right now, not even the humans that so cheered him. He really just wanted a place to sleep.
He had managed to find a suitable tree and was settled with his back to the trunk. Far off he heard the barking of dogs, the bleating of sheep, and the sharp, high yips of a terrified fox, but he gave them no thought.
Forget Yusuke. It was an easy mantra to remember, almost like the chant of "Kill Yusuke" that had been echoing in the stands their entire match. Pay no mind to your opponent's dark eyes and easy smile, no, just kill Yusuke forget Yusuke forget Yusuke. A small breeze blew across the feild at his beckon. It brushed his face lightly and rustled the leaves making a halo around his head, bringing the sounds of the hunt across louder. Jinn frowned. He could almost see it now, a pack of dogs chasing something so small it was hidden in the tall stands of grass. They were on the hill, running fast enough to trip themselves and double over, rolling down the hill like grey balls. The fox, if it was still alive, was silent, it's terrified cries forgotten.
Funny thing. He was Jinn, the master, the wonderful, hero of the Demon World and everyone in it. Everyone wanted to be as heartless and cold as he--
And yet somehow, the sight of that tiny red fox, flying acorss the feild with the dogs on her heels, moved him near to tears. He stood up just as the leader of the pack leapt and fell onto the vixen and this time she did scream- and Jinn jumped out of his hard-won perch and was next to her, fighting away the dogs, moving the wall of grey fur and black flesh away and dropped next to the inert body with a low cry.
The little vixen, the little rescued one, lay inert on the grass, true- but the little fox had been replaced by a foxgirl, equally still and limp.
"Bugger!" Jinn said, too suprised to say anything else. The dogs had only moved off a little- they were watching him still from a few feet away, waiting to see if he would abandon his prize yet. The kitsune was limp and helpless in the grass. Jinn glanced torwards the black shape of a human on the hill and worked his arms around the inert body without marring it too much. As she sat up, weary, half concious and obeying the way her body was bending without thinking about it, an empty glass bottle of porter rolled away and hit the trunk of his tree.
"Great." Jinn snapped at her. She mumbled incohereantly. Holding her up, her tail waving limply- the only thing about her that was proof she lived at all, Jinn looked her over for any sign of injuries. None, none that he could see, nothing but severe intoxicaition and a massive hangover in the morning, if he knew, and he did. "You," He told her, dragging her to a safe place away from the dogs. "Were not in my plans."
"Mmmmm." She mumbled, her head knocking against his breastbone. Close up, she was glazed-eyed and stumbling- her hair was bright red, darker then his, the color of a fox pelt in mid-molt.
::How appropriate::
Her paws stumbled a little on the ground, trying to hold up themselves and their body, her tail flicked and waved, and she was holding onto his arms around her waist with a grip that was impressive for someone so smashed. Jinn cursed to himself as he hauled her to a dwelling a fox could appriciate, even if it wasn't truly suited for his type of demon- a small hollow in the shade of a bush, for the most part protected from rain and storms. He put her down against the wall of shrubbery, in a protected place, and glanced out, shaking his head. The weather pinned him inside, and he put his jacket on the ground and stretched out on top of it. The foxgirl, unpeturbed, had apparently fallen asleep.
"Stupid kitsune." Jinn informed her. "If I wanted a steaming heap of trouble I woulda stayed at the tournament and....and I don;t even know what."
If she heard, the kitsune wasn't bothered. Jinn found himself strangely touched. "I suppose you didn't go, eh? It's not over yet. I could have stayed. There was another foxgirl there, you know. Is anyone out there looking for you, bairn? You haven't a foxboy out there somewhere in the world, do you?"
Still nothing.
"You look young enough to still be with your ma." Jinn added after a long moment. "No foxboy yet, eh? Well, it'll come in time. Trust me. You don't look like you were too impaitient for one. Did you drink all that porter by yourself? No wonder you went after the lambs. They must have looked like chickens after all that."
Jinn smiled and leaned against the stalk of the bush, his hair falling acorss the dirt over his shoulders. "I like the way the rain sounds." He told her, craning his neck a bit. "So soft and wet, you know? It was raining when I left the Makai, too. Goddess bless, I wanted to stay so much. But I couldn't. There was this boy, you see......"
Fini.
WOW! And yes, the foxgirl is me. WHEE! Um.....it's 5AM and I'm bone tired, but I'ma try to get the third chapter started 'fore I leave for school. So read this one and smile! It is April 15, 2003! Thrid chapter should be up by Saturday at the latest!
- Madoka