Chapter V
They all sat on Kurama's bedroom floor in their pajamas, looking at the alabaster box. All of them except for Hiei, that is, for he was sitting on the windowsill, wearing his customary black cloak. The red haired boy had invited them to stay the night since nothing eventful was happening to either of them that night and they needed to talk about their case.
"Do you have any idea what this is, Kurama?" Yusuke asked his friend, looking at the small white case.
The kitsune shook his head. "No idea."
Kuwabara spoke up. "My sister has something like that. . .she puts her jewelry in it. But it doesn't have a keyhole or anything. Her jewelry's not that expensive."
"So. . .maybe something valuable's in there." Yusuke said, his eyes glittering. "Wonder how much it's worth?" He reached for the box. Kurama quickly grabbed his outstretched arm.
"Yusuke, no! It probably means something to her!"
"So?"
"So that's stealing!" Kuwabara yelled, smacking Yusuke in the head. "That's not very nice!"
Kurama smiled slightly. "Kuwabara, I admire your integrity, I really do, but being nice is really not the point."
"If whatever that box has in it is so important to Taiya, she'll almost certainly come back for it," Hiei said, rolling his eyes. "It's just a little bit predictable."
The door opened and Shiori's smiling face appeared. "Is there anything I can get you boys before I go to bed?"
Her son shook his head. "No, 'Kaasan, we'll be fine."
Kuwabara nodded at her. "Thank you for letting us stay the night."
"Oh, it's no problem. I always tell Shuichi that he needs to invite more friends over. Well, good night, everyone." She shut the door quietly.
Yusuke yawned. "Well, I'm out. 'Night, everyone." He crawled over to his sleeping bag and embedded himself in it. Kuwabara did the same, mumbling goodnight.
Kurama sighed and turned to Hiei. "Going to sleep anytime soon?"
"Hn."
The red haired boy shrugged. "Well, goodnight." He got up, went to his bed, and tried to fall asleep.
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Three hours later, Kurama still tossed and turned restlessly in his bed, wide awake. He couldn't take this anymore. Creeping over to his closet, he withdrew a tee-shirt and jeans and went to the bathroom to change. When he finished, he crept back into the room, put the alabaster box in his pocket, and left the house.
The night air was cool against the kitsune's skin. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the trees above as he started to walk past the different houses. It was so peaceful out. The moon shone white like spilled milk on a black countertop. Stars dotted the sky in countless numbers. Kurama smiled, enjoying the atmosphere.
And then something rock hard hit him in the back.
He fell over, eyes widening in pain. Someone grabbed his collar, yanked him to his feet, and he felt considerable pain when the mysterious someone began punching him in the stomach, hard and fast. Kurama reached for the rose in his hair.
"Rose Whip!" The green spiked weapon lashed out, barely missing his attacker.
A female voice cried out. "Spirit Staff!"
There was a sensation of being hit thousands of times with an aluminum baseball bat just before the kitsune fell to the ground. He tasted blood. Two very familiar voices rang out in the still night air.
"Oh, my God! KURAMA!!"
"SPIRIT GUN!!"
Then he knew no more.
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KURAMA!! NOOOOO!!! NEXT CHAPTER!!!
They all sat on Kurama's bedroom floor in their pajamas, looking at the alabaster box. All of them except for Hiei, that is, for he was sitting on the windowsill, wearing his customary black cloak. The red haired boy had invited them to stay the night since nothing eventful was happening to either of them that night and they needed to talk about their case.
"Do you have any idea what this is, Kurama?" Yusuke asked his friend, looking at the small white case.
The kitsune shook his head. "No idea."
Kuwabara spoke up. "My sister has something like that. . .she puts her jewelry in it. But it doesn't have a keyhole or anything. Her jewelry's not that expensive."
"So. . .maybe something valuable's in there." Yusuke said, his eyes glittering. "Wonder how much it's worth?" He reached for the box. Kurama quickly grabbed his outstretched arm.
"Yusuke, no! It probably means something to her!"
"So?"
"So that's stealing!" Kuwabara yelled, smacking Yusuke in the head. "That's not very nice!"
Kurama smiled slightly. "Kuwabara, I admire your integrity, I really do, but being nice is really not the point."
"If whatever that box has in it is so important to Taiya, she'll almost certainly come back for it," Hiei said, rolling his eyes. "It's just a little bit predictable."
The door opened and Shiori's smiling face appeared. "Is there anything I can get you boys before I go to bed?"
Her son shook his head. "No, 'Kaasan, we'll be fine."
Kuwabara nodded at her. "Thank you for letting us stay the night."
"Oh, it's no problem. I always tell Shuichi that he needs to invite more friends over. Well, good night, everyone." She shut the door quietly.
Yusuke yawned. "Well, I'm out. 'Night, everyone." He crawled over to his sleeping bag and embedded himself in it. Kuwabara did the same, mumbling goodnight.
Kurama sighed and turned to Hiei. "Going to sleep anytime soon?"
"Hn."
The red haired boy shrugged. "Well, goodnight." He got up, went to his bed, and tried to fall asleep.
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Three hours later, Kurama still tossed and turned restlessly in his bed, wide awake. He couldn't take this anymore. Creeping over to his closet, he withdrew a tee-shirt and jeans and went to the bathroom to change. When he finished, he crept back into the room, put the alabaster box in his pocket, and left the house.
The night air was cool against the kitsune's skin. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the trees above as he started to walk past the different houses. It was so peaceful out. The moon shone white like spilled milk on a black countertop. Stars dotted the sky in countless numbers. Kurama smiled, enjoying the atmosphere.
And then something rock hard hit him in the back.
He fell over, eyes widening in pain. Someone grabbed his collar, yanked him to his feet, and he felt considerable pain when the mysterious someone began punching him in the stomach, hard and fast. Kurama reached for the rose in his hair.
"Rose Whip!" The green spiked weapon lashed out, barely missing his attacker.
A female voice cried out. "Spirit Staff!"
There was a sensation of being hit thousands of times with an aluminum baseball bat just before the kitsune fell to the ground. He tasted blood. Two very familiar voices rang out in the still night air.
"Oh, my God! KURAMA!!"
"SPIRIT GUN!!"
Then he knew no more.
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KURAMA!! NOOOOO!!! NEXT CHAPTER!!!