~Chapter 11 The Waiting Game.
"Perhaps, I have to go speak to the courts about this arrangement thought, and I'm certain they'll
want to throw in their little quips." He slides off his chair and strides towards the door running the entire
list through is mind.
The toddler stands amongst a group of varied apparitions, a great deal of whom have themselves
cloaked in plush dark colored robes. They seemed to be murmuring amongst themselves as if they were
deciding the fate of apparitions they have yet to meet. Perhaps they were. Koenma coughs briefly to
clear his throat. All speech ceases as the great counsel focuses on the one who has disturbed their
deliberations.
Back in the office Kurama who was once sitting close to the ningen Shuuichi has now retreated to
the couch, but does not sit upon it as Yusuke had sought the opportunity to take the spare seat. Hiei
never had moved from his spot upon the wall and was silently observing the room in whole before he
focuses on Botan was chatting with Shizuru. Shuuichi himself was taking a slight nap leaning forward on
the desk, eyes closed and his face buried in his crossed arms. He just wanted all this hell to be over. He
pondered trying to escape again, but with everyone there, not to mention the prospect that he may
actually be able to go home, he decided against it and decided to await his fate.
No one in the room could honestly say how long they were sitting there, but the minutes seemed to
drag on. More than once Kurama had paced the length between the couch and Shuuichi, Hiei had pulled
Shizuru and Botan aside and was speaking in a low tone of voice, and his facial features appeared to be
threatening the both of them for some inexplicable reason. Kuwabara had tried to listen into their
conversation but his observation came to a halt by the swift movement of the three-eyed vertically
challenged youkai drawing his sword from his sheath and lightly tapping the Adam's apple of Kuwabara's
throat. The tall naturally red headed buffoon, slinked back to the chair he had been seated ever more
curious than before, but fully aware of Hiei's bad mood. There was the Bad mood that you messed with
the shrimp, and then there is the bad mood he does not waste anytime in drawing a weapon on you.
This was one of those times.
As the minutes turned into hours, the whole of the room became more restless. Kurama found
himself circling the room several times, each of his sleek four tails fidgeting moving in an unpredictable
manor, though not smooth rigidly as though he were sensing an incoming attack. Shuuichi's eyes were
on the fox, his mind pondering picking up the chair he sat on and throwing it at the fox. The fox's
apprehensive movements were starting to wear on his finely worn nerves. He restrained himself, of
course, but it does not mean the thought was not nestled happily in the recesses of his mind.
Yusuke had gotten up once more and was watching the both of them as though he were willing
something to happen. He was entirely bored, he needed something to do, and breaking up the two of
them seemed perfect. He needed some action not this perpetual silence that was not only devastating
his nerves, but was well into poisoning the last strands of sanity left in everyone else.
Shizuru had begun a chain smoking fit that threatened to demolish the pack she had. She had
refrained from smoking as long as she could as there were no ashtrays anywhere in sight, however the
cravings had gotten to her and she caved into the addiction. She currently had littered one of the potted
plants with three butts of her cancer sticks and did not seem willing to come to a halt anytime soon.
Kazuma Kuwabara, whom normally would be having an argument with Hiei but given Shorty's bad
mood, was currently sitting on the floor biting his nails without notice to his own actions. His inept mind
filled with a plethora of "what ifs" that if he pondered any more, there would be flumes of black smoke
emanating from his ears.
Shorty, himself, did not seem phased by the silence; in fact, he looked completely normal. It was
only Shuuichi and Kurama that could notice that the silence ate away at the walls that shielded him from
his emotions. His eyes appeared slightly narrowed; his left foot slid ever so slightly back. The Jaganshi's
left hand rested on the hilt of his sword. Neither could actually be certain of what exactly was bothering
him outside of the prospect of war between Mukuro and Yusuke. The older, wiser fox however assumed
that the discussion Hiei was having with Shizuru and Botan had something to do with Yukina.
Keiko was the most not worthy of all. Her mood changed every few minutes at one glance her mood
seemed to be happy in the fact that she was included in one of Yusuke's "missions" for once, but on the
next glance, she looked as though she was going to tear the Taiyoukai to shreds. On more than one
occasion, the girl had looked as though she were going to cry.
It seemed to hold George the Ogre in utter fascination as he observed the girl but trembled slightly
to nervous to approach her to ask if she was alright. Though the fact that another member of the room
had slipped into Koenma's chair and started to work on the pile of papers on the desk had caught his eye
as well.
The bubbly ferry girl had taken on a serious look and decided to finish this last bit of paperwork
before Koenma returned. She knew what to look for, and it was not as though he read anything anyway.
She stamps away at the mountains of paper work that merely came here for Koenma's signature after
having been proofread by countless apparitions and appearing into the this particular office for the stamp
that made it all official.
After a few hours had passed, the door to the office opened once more and in strode the toddler
Koenma. In his left hand was a tape. His face looked semi somber, and yet there was a glint to his eyes.
It was a mixed signal he was giving of that even Shuuichi and Kurama were having difficulty deciphering.
Though the pair were indeed the fist to notice the tape, both had enough tact not to mention it right off
the bat.
"Hey toddler, what's with the tape?" The voice that emanated near the floor had uttered the
words for them. The tactless one had spoken and his name was Kazuma Kuwabara.
"Thank You Botan." What The toddler crossed the room to sit upon his office chair once more. He
shoes Botan away his eyes glancing at the minimal paperwork that needs to be stamped.
"What's this? The results from the counsel, however Shiori is to be brought here prior to viewing
this. It was their direct order. Botan. You, Yusuke, and Shuuichi go and bring Shiori here. If the rest of
his family desires to come they may. I doubt Shiori has left the house." He looked fatigued he places the
tape on the desk, and after sitting, he once more begins stamping paper work once more. It was a
tedious task but someone had to do it. He was a couple hours behind anyway. Damn, he needed a day
where no one died or was born.
Shuuichi immediately perks up as the fox has a look of both distain at he fact that he's not allowed
to go, but then again he fully understands why. He lightens his mood up a little bit, but can't help but be
nervous at the prospect of Shiori meeting him in this form. He figured that, if he was lucky, she would
see him as a cute cuddly pet as opposed to a murderous thief that tried to possess her son. One could
always hope. Either way he was highly curious as to what was on that tape and was eager for them to
return.
"Well go one you three." The fox spoke for the first time in several hours startling everyone in it.
Shuuichi nods his head just happy to see his mother again; Yusuke shrugs and begins to walk to Botan
his hands behind his head looking pleased that he gets to do something other than stand around. Botan
summons her oar and holds it parallel to the floor mounting it and awaiting her passengers. She silently
hopes that only Shiori that is coming. There was not much room left for anyone maybe two passengers
more.
As the trio takes off for the Ningenkai, Kurama pads himself towards their exit route and sits down,
his tails serenely laying upon the office floor unmoving and at rest. He does not move once just stairs his
mind falling into thought. He was not quite certain what he had gotten himself into. If all things did work
out the way he planned, he still could not see going back to his old ways. What had the council decided,
and should he bother Koenma for the details so soon. He knew that without a little creative persuation
Koenma would divuge anything. Sighs and surrenders to the fact that he would have to wait, just like
everyone else.
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~Yes been a while since I updated, so I am using the standard excuse all authors use. Classic Writers block, but I feel it lifting so I am looking to update more frequently.
Aikousha no Gingitsune. Devoted Fan of the Silver Fox.
Konada Mikari
"Perhaps, I have to go speak to the courts about this arrangement thought, and I'm certain they'll
want to throw in their little quips." He slides off his chair and strides towards the door running the entire
list through is mind.
The toddler stands amongst a group of varied apparitions, a great deal of whom have themselves
cloaked in plush dark colored robes. They seemed to be murmuring amongst themselves as if they were
deciding the fate of apparitions they have yet to meet. Perhaps they were. Koenma coughs briefly to
clear his throat. All speech ceases as the great counsel focuses on the one who has disturbed their
deliberations.
Back in the office Kurama who was once sitting close to the ningen Shuuichi has now retreated to
the couch, but does not sit upon it as Yusuke had sought the opportunity to take the spare seat. Hiei
never had moved from his spot upon the wall and was silently observing the room in whole before he
focuses on Botan was chatting with Shizuru. Shuuichi himself was taking a slight nap leaning forward on
the desk, eyes closed and his face buried in his crossed arms. He just wanted all this hell to be over. He
pondered trying to escape again, but with everyone there, not to mention the prospect that he may
actually be able to go home, he decided against it and decided to await his fate.
No one in the room could honestly say how long they were sitting there, but the minutes seemed to
drag on. More than once Kurama had paced the length between the couch and Shuuichi, Hiei had pulled
Shizuru and Botan aside and was speaking in a low tone of voice, and his facial features appeared to be
threatening the both of them for some inexplicable reason. Kuwabara had tried to listen into their
conversation but his observation came to a halt by the swift movement of the three-eyed vertically
challenged youkai drawing his sword from his sheath and lightly tapping the Adam's apple of Kuwabara's
throat. The tall naturally red headed buffoon, slinked back to the chair he had been seated ever more
curious than before, but fully aware of Hiei's bad mood. There was the Bad mood that you messed with
the shrimp, and then there is the bad mood he does not waste anytime in drawing a weapon on you.
This was one of those times.
As the minutes turned into hours, the whole of the room became more restless. Kurama found
himself circling the room several times, each of his sleek four tails fidgeting moving in an unpredictable
manor, though not smooth rigidly as though he were sensing an incoming attack. Shuuichi's eyes were
on the fox, his mind pondering picking up the chair he sat on and throwing it at the fox. The fox's
apprehensive movements were starting to wear on his finely worn nerves. He restrained himself, of
course, but it does not mean the thought was not nestled happily in the recesses of his mind.
Yusuke had gotten up once more and was watching the both of them as though he were willing
something to happen. He was entirely bored, he needed something to do, and breaking up the two of
them seemed perfect. He needed some action not this perpetual silence that was not only devastating
his nerves, but was well into poisoning the last strands of sanity left in everyone else.
Shizuru had begun a chain smoking fit that threatened to demolish the pack she had. She had
refrained from smoking as long as she could as there were no ashtrays anywhere in sight, however the
cravings had gotten to her and she caved into the addiction. She currently had littered one of the potted
plants with three butts of her cancer sticks and did not seem willing to come to a halt anytime soon.
Kazuma Kuwabara, whom normally would be having an argument with Hiei but given Shorty's bad
mood, was currently sitting on the floor biting his nails without notice to his own actions. His inept mind
filled with a plethora of "what ifs" that if he pondered any more, there would be flumes of black smoke
emanating from his ears.
Shorty, himself, did not seem phased by the silence; in fact, he looked completely normal. It was
only Shuuichi and Kurama that could notice that the silence ate away at the walls that shielded him from
his emotions. His eyes appeared slightly narrowed; his left foot slid ever so slightly back. The Jaganshi's
left hand rested on the hilt of his sword. Neither could actually be certain of what exactly was bothering
him outside of the prospect of war between Mukuro and Yusuke. The older, wiser fox however assumed
that the discussion Hiei was having with Shizuru and Botan had something to do with Yukina.
Keiko was the most not worthy of all. Her mood changed every few minutes at one glance her mood
seemed to be happy in the fact that she was included in one of Yusuke's "missions" for once, but on the
next glance, she looked as though she was going to tear the Taiyoukai to shreds. On more than one
occasion, the girl had looked as though she were going to cry.
It seemed to hold George the Ogre in utter fascination as he observed the girl but trembled slightly
to nervous to approach her to ask if she was alright. Though the fact that another member of the room
had slipped into Koenma's chair and started to work on the pile of papers on the desk had caught his eye
as well.
The bubbly ferry girl had taken on a serious look and decided to finish this last bit of paperwork
before Koenma returned. She knew what to look for, and it was not as though he read anything anyway.
She stamps away at the mountains of paper work that merely came here for Koenma's signature after
having been proofread by countless apparitions and appearing into the this particular office for the stamp
that made it all official.
After a few hours had passed, the door to the office opened once more and in strode the toddler
Koenma. In his left hand was a tape. His face looked semi somber, and yet there was a glint to his eyes.
It was a mixed signal he was giving of that even Shuuichi and Kurama were having difficulty deciphering.
Though the pair were indeed the fist to notice the tape, both had enough tact not to mention it right off
the bat.
"Hey toddler, what's with the tape?" The voice that emanated near the floor had uttered the
words for them. The tactless one had spoken and his name was Kazuma Kuwabara.
"Thank You Botan." What The toddler crossed the room to sit upon his office chair once more. He
shoes Botan away his eyes glancing at the minimal paperwork that needs to be stamped.
"What's this? The results from the counsel, however Shiori is to be brought here prior to viewing
this. It was their direct order. Botan. You, Yusuke, and Shuuichi go and bring Shiori here. If the rest of
his family desires to come they may. I doubt Shiori has left the house." He looked fatigued he places the
tape on the desk, and after sitting, he once more begins stamping paper work once more. It was a
tedious task but someone had to do it. He was a couple hours behind anyway. Damn, he needed a day
where no one died or was born.
Shuuichi immediately perks up as the fox has a look of both distain at he fact that he's not allowed
to go, but then again he fully understands why. He lightens his mood up a little bit, but can't help but be
nervous at the prospect of Shiori meeting him in this form. He figured that, if he was lucky, she would
see him as a cute cuddly pet as opposed to a murderous thief that tried to possess her son. One could
always hope. Either way he was highly curious as to what was on that tape and was eager for them to
return.
"Well go one you three." The fox spoke for the first time in several hours startling everyone in it.
Shuuichi nods his head just happy to see his mother again; Yusuke shrugs and begins to walk to Botan
his hands behind his head looking pleased that he gets to do something other than stand around. Botan
summons her oar and holds it parallel to the floor mounting it and awaiting her passengers. She silently
hopes that only Shiori that is coming. There was not much room left for anyone maybe two passengers
more.
As the trio takes off for the Ningenkai, Kurama pads himself towards their exit route and sits down,
his tails serenely laying upon the office floor unmoving and at rest. He does not move once just stairs his
mind falling into thought. He was not quite certain what he had gotten himself into. If all things did work
out the way he planned, he still could not see going back to his old ways. What had the council decided,
and should he bother Koenma for the details so soon. He knew that without a little creative persuation
Koenma would divuge anything. Sighs and surrenders to the fact that he would have to wait, just like
everyone else.
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~Yes been a while since I updated, so I am using the standard excuse all authors use. Classic Writers block, but I feel it lifting so I am looking to update more frequently.
Aikousha no Gingitsune. Devoted Fan of the Silver Fox.
Konada Mikari