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by Kurohi Tatsaki
Chapter Two: Steps to Recovery
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. Please don't sue me.
This is my first fanfic revolving around Yusuke. Please be nice.
Warning: This is a yaoi fanfic. A minor pairing is Hiei & Kurama. Saying the dominant one would be a spoiler, but it will be well-known soon. Not only that, it is one of the most uncommon pairings ever to grace the realm of Yu Yu Hakusho! If you readers dislike Yaoi, but read it anyway, please don't flame. If you don't like reading this, just leave & find something better, okay? Arigato!
Rose Angelz - I guess it would be strange, but I'm not going to focus on her. As far as the thought of what I dreamed, I don't think Keiko's going to come back at all. Like I said, this fanfic is based of an extremely rare pairing, as I've only read one fanfic with this couple.
Also, just know, that I never got through the dream, so the ending is unknown even to me. My brother, Jake, kicked me & woke me up. Hiei & Kurama were also pretty OOC.
Also, the timeline of this fic could be just right after the Dark Tournament. It seems to fit; just think of this as an intermission between missions.
This part takes place after a few months from the first chapter. Yusuke is still upset because of Keiko's death, so Kurama...
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The sun shone through the branches of the tree two lovers sat under. Well, one was sitting, the other was in his lap horizontally, dark head supported by the other's arm. The redhead's hand was tangled within some spiky strands of the dark one. White strands of hair poked out near his forehead in some sort of star shape.
Green eyes blinked in the light and turned down to a closed pair of almond- shaped ones. He did not shift in his place, nor did he utter a word. He silently admired the Jaganshi's beauty, and some of his "best" parts were hidden under a silver blanket spun of silk, but his body was in his lap. That blanket pooled like a lake near the black-haired-one's feet and at his flat stomach.
Finally, Kurama spoke, though he still bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking from this afternoon. The redhaired beauty liked his own ideas of where, when, and how. However, when circumstances allowed, the youko would allow the Jaganshi to be the seme.
And THAT was pretty damn often. After all, his fire youkai WAS the dominant part of their relationship. "Hiei?"
"...Hn?" replied the han-Koorime. His eyes slid open and he snuggled, though hesitantly, further up the kitsune's chest. He tucked his head under Kurama's chin. Some of the spikes tickled the fox's nose.
"You know, how Keiko died and all?"
Hiei nodded slightly. He did not speak.
"...I have a wonderful idea for Yusuke!" beamed Kurama. He grinned.
The ruby-eyed one untucked his head from the being with emerald-colored eyes. "What?" he merely asked. He was curious as hell as to what his fox could come up with. His tricks actually were beneficial to Hiei himself, so, this idea of Kurama's would probably help Yusuke, as Kurama had said.
Kurama leaned down and began to whisper his plan. Hiei nodded every now and then, a demonic grin quickly plastering itself on his face.
The fox finished his plan, giggling softly. Hiei burst out into full- fledged laughter; his fox quickly joined in.
Booooyy, would this be fun!
"Let me call Yusuke. We'll meet at Genkai's temple."
"Hahahaha! Go ahead, baka kitsune! Go for it!"
Kurama frowned. "Ore wa kitsune no baka NAI yo!!" he retorted in irritation.
"You're right. You're not A stupid fox. You're MY baka kitsune!"
"Okay, okay! Let me call up Yusuke!"
~~~~~~
The phone rang in the Urameshi residence. A pair of chocolate eyes lazily opened and a hand slowly reached over and picked up the receiver. "Moshi- moshi?"
{Yusuke!} replied a voice.
"Kurama?" murmured the boy. He blinked and sat up slightly. "What's up?"
{Yusuke, we need to meet at Genkai's.}
Yusuke raised an eyebrow, brown eyes weary with depression. "I'm not in the mood. Tell grandma that I'm not interested."
{It has nothing to do with Genkai,} replied Kurama from his cell phone. On the other line, he and Hiei were creating something of his plants. {Just come on. Just think of this as a fun little get-together. There's also going to be sake and the like.}
The leader of the Reikai Tantei growled. "What are you tryin' ta pull, Kurama?! I thought you DIDN'T support the fact that I smoked and stuff!" [He sounds like... Keiko...] He gulped and sucked in a hitched breath. [Keiko...]
{So, Yusuke, it would be nice if you could come. I even asked Kuwabara if he was willing to fight you if you still wanted to.}
Yusuke's eyes narrowed slightly. "What makes you think all I want to do is kick Kuwabara's ass?" [Wait, that doesn't really sound like me... I'm always rarin' to kick his ass...]
{Nothing makes me think that. I just thought you'd want to drop by for a bit. Anyway, it starts tonight at six.}
"Good thing it's a weekend," mumbled Yusuke. He glanced at his alarm clock. It read 5:00 PM. "I'll think about it, Kurama, okay?"
{Okay, Yusuke. Bye.}
"Bye..." He hung up and brought his knees to his chest. He rested his chin atop them and lowered his eyes halfway. He stared at nothing, yet his gaze seemed to be upon the far wall of his bedroom.
"Yusuke?"
He slowly looked up.
"You're not going to be moping around all day, are you?" asked his mother, Atsuko. For once, she wasn't smoking. "You have been for just as long as Keiko died, and I know it's hard, but maybe you should go somewhere."
"Were you listening in?" he growled.
"Kin~~~da~~," she chimed. "The phone's loud, so I heard the whole conversation," she said with a small grin. "Anyway, you *should* go. The past is the past, and I know it's hard, but you should try to let go." Her grin fell. "Besides, Keiko would want your happiness, Yusuke."
Yusuke looked away at the mentioning of Keiko. "Fine, fine, I'll go."
***
Yusuke slowly walked up the steps that led to Genkai's Temple. Man, this place brought back a few memories. He remembered his training with the old hag. He remembered how hard all those tests had been...
...which brought back memories of the Dark Tournament...
...which brought forth memories of Keiko in the crowds, yelling at him and cheering him on.
His eyes watered, but he hastily wiped them with the sleeve of his long- sleeved blue shirt. He slid open the door to the main room and entered. Several sets of eyes looked up, each belonging to his friends. One pair was green, another was red, and two were dark brown.
[Well, the gang's all here... Nice of them...] "Hi guys..." he murmured, seating himself in between Kurama and Kuwabara. "So, what're we gonna do?"
"Oh, Botan and Koenma are getting the sake ready," answered Kuwabara, completely fixing his gaze on his rival. Yusuke's dead eyes stared right back at him, and it unnerved the taller one. [Damn, he's really broken up... He doesn't have any fight in his eyes anymore...! I doubt he'll wanna fight me at all!] "...so we can drink ourselves into the floor, watch movies and maybe beat the shit outta each other. Just the usual."
Kurama sipped his tea, his eyes twinkling. He turned his gaze to their leader. "Yusuke, you might want to drink your tea before it gets cold," he advised.
Without a second thought, Yusuke drank some of it. He forcibly swallowed it, for the taste was bitter and strange, and demanded, for an instant, in his usual way, "KURAMA! What the f*ck's IN this stuff?!"
Kurama chuckled at his tone. THAT was the Yusuke they all knew and loved. "I thought you LIKED that kind of tea?"
He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I don't know what the hell it is! All I know is that it tastes like shit and back!--" [And I feel really weird... my head's startin' to pound like hell...] "--I'm going outside to get the taste out! Later!" He slammed open the door and walked to a nearby stream. As he was rinsing out his mouth, Kurama sighed.
"I was almost certain he was going to spit it out," murmured Kurama to Hiei, giggling softly.
Hiei held back some laughs of his own. He merely nodded. "Yes, he does have the kind of attitude to reject things he doesn't like without sweetening the blows. I was almost surprised."
"Uh, guys, what're you two talkin' about?" asked Kuwabara, eyeing them skeptically.
The redhead waved him off. "Nothing!"
"Nothing you could understand, Kuwa-baka," said Hiei.
"Nani?!!" demanded Kuwabara. "It's Kuwabara, baka! Not Kuwa-baka!"
"Ore wa baka nai, ningen no baka," retorted the Jaganshi. "I know. Shouldn't you?"
"Kisama! I'm gonna wring your neck, chibi!!" He stood up and started stomping over.
~*WHAM!!*~
Kuwabara went flying and landed on the ground a few feet away.
Yusuke rotated his arm with a grin. "Man, that felt good! Kuwabara, you should know to shut up sometimes," said the delinquent.
[Good. The potion's taking affect. Now, there's only one more thing to watch out for...] thought Kurama, sipping his own tea as he watched the two men bicker.
"Urameshi! You up for a fight?!"
He grinned and grabbed the oaf by the arm. He started to drag him out of the temple. "Aren't I always?! Let's take it outside so that *GRANDMA* doesn't have my head on a platter!"
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In the dream, this chapter began in the next day. Yusuke never got a phone call from Kurama. It wasn't tea that Yusuke drank, but some sort of mixture that had the color of a Yeerk Pool from Animorphs. Not only that, in the dream, it was balanced on Genkai's head for some reason... weird. Oh, and not only that, Yusuke had been aware of the fact that the potion was meant to get rid of his depression, and had muttered, taking it off Genkai's head, "I hope this works!"
However, what's the potion's other effect that has Kurama so sinister-like? Bad kitsune!
Started: 9/5/03, 3:30PM
Finished: 9/14/03, 12:54PM
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Chapter Two: Steps to Recovery
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. Please don't sue me.
This is my first fanfic revolving around Yusuke. Please be nice.
Warning: This is a yaoi fanfic. A minor pairing is Hiei & Kurama. Saying the dominant one would be a spoiler, but it will be well-known soon. Not only that, it is one of the most uncommon pairings ever to grace the realm of Yu Yu Hakusho! If you readers dislike Yaoi, but read it anyway, please don't flame. If you don't like reading this, just leave & find something better, okay? Arigato!
Rose Angelz - I guess it would be strange, but I'm not going to focus on her. As far as the thought of what I dreamed, I don't think Keiko's going to come back at all. Like I said, this fanfic is based of an extremely rare pairing, as I've only read one fanfic with this couple.
Also, just know, that I never got through the dream, so the ending is unknown even to me. My brother, Jake, kicked me & woke me up. Hiei & Kurama were also pretty OOC.
Also, the timeline of this fic could be just right after the Dark Tournament. It seems to fit; just think of this as an intermission between missions.
This part takes place after a few months from the first chapter. Yusuke is still upset because of Keiko's death, so Kurama...
-----------------------------
The sun shone through the branches of the tree two lovers sat under. Well, one was sitting, the other was in his lap horizontally, dark head supported by the other's arm. The redhead's hand was tangled within some spiky strands of the dark one. White strands of hair poked out near his forehead in some sort of star shape.
Green eyes blinked in the light and turned down to a closed pair of almond- shaped ones. He did not shift in his place, nor did he utter a word. He silently admired the Jaganshi's beauty, and some of his "best" parts were hidden under a silver blanket spun of silk, but his body was in his lap. That blanket pooled like a lake near the black-haired-one's feet and at his flat stomach.
Finally, Kurama spoke, though he still bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking from this afternoon. The redhaired beauty liked his own ideas of where, when, and how. However, when circumstances allowed, the youko would allow the Jaganshi to be the seme.
And THAT was pretty damn often. After all, his fire youkai WAS the dominant part of their relationship. "Hiei?"
"...Hn?" replied the han-Koorime. His eyes slid open and he snuggled, though hesitantly, further up the kitsune's chest. He tucked his head under Kurama's chin. Some of the spikes tickled the fox's nose.
"You know, how Keiko died and all?"
Hiei nodded slightly. He did not speak.
"...I have a wonderful idea for Yusuke!" beamed Kurama. He grinned.
The ruby-eyed one untucked his head from the being with emerald-colored eyes. "What?" he merely asked. He was curious as hell as to what his fox could come up with. His tricks actually were beneficial to Hiei himself, so, this idea of Kurama's would probably help Yusuke, as Kurama had said.
Kurama leaned down and began to whisper his plan. Hiei nodded every now and then, a demonic grin quickly plastering itself on his face.
The fox finished his plan, giggling softly. Hiei burst out into full- fledged laughter; his fox quickly joined in.
Booooyy, would this be fun!
"Let me call Yusuke. We'll meet at Genkai's temple."
"Hahahaha! Go ahead, baka kitsune! Go for it!"
Kurama frowned. "Ore wa kitsune no baka NAI yo!!" he retorted in irritation.
"You're right. You're not A stupid fox. You're MY baka kitsune!"
"Okay, okay! Let me call up Yusuke!"
~~~~~~
The phone rang in the Urameshi residence. A pair of chocolate eyes lazily opened and a hand slowly reached over and picked up the receiver. "Moshi- moshi?"
{Yusuke!} replied a voice.
"Kurama?" murmured the boy. He blinked and sat up slightly. "What's up?"
{Yusuke, we need to meet at Genkai's.}
Yusuke raised an eyebrow, brown eyes weary with depression. "I'm not in the mood. Tell grandma that I'm not interested."
{It has nothing to do with Genkai,} replied Kurama from his cell phone. On the other line, he and Hiei were creating something of his plants. {Just come on. Just think of this as a fun little get-together. There's also going to be sake and the like.}
The leader of the Reikai Tantei growled. "What are you tryin' ta pull, Kurama?! I thought you DIDN'T support the fact that I smoked and stuff!" [He sounds like... Keiko...] He gulped and sucked in a hitched breath. [Keiko...]
{So, Yusuke, it would be nice if you could come. I even asked Kuwabara if he was willing to fight you if you still wanted to.}
Yusuke's eyes narrowed slightly. "What makes you think all I want to do is kick Kuwabara's ass?" [Wait, that doesn't really sound like me... I'm always rarin' to kick his ass...]
{Nothing makes me think that. I just thought you'd want to drop by for a bit. Anyway, it starts tonight at six.}
"Good thing it's a weekend," mumbled Yusuke. He glanced at his alarm clock. It read 5:00 PM. "I'll think about it, Kurama, okay?"
{Okay, Yusuke. Bye.}
"Bye..." He hung up and brought his knees to his chest. He rested his chin atop them and lowered his eyes halfway. He stared at nothing, yet his gaze seemed to be upon the far wall of his bedroom.
"Yusuke?"
He slowly looked up.
"You're not going to be moping around all day, are you?" asked his mother, Atsuko. For once, she wasn't smoking. "You have been for just as long as Keiko died, and I know it's hard, but maybe you should go somewhere."
"Were you listening in?" he growled.
"Kin~~~da~~," she chimed. "The phone's loud, so I heard the whole conversation," she said with a small grin. "Anyway, you *should* go. The past is the past, and I know it's hard, but you should try to let go." Her grin fell. "Besides, Keiko would want your happiness, Yusuke."
Yusuke looked away at the mentioning of Keiko. "Fine, fine, I'll go."
***
Yusuke slowly walked up the steps that led to Genkai's Temple. Man, this place brought back a few memories. He remembered his training with the old hag. He remembered how hard all those tests had been...
...which brought back memories of the Dark Tournament...
...which brought forth memories of Keiko in the crowds, yelling at him and cheering him on.
His eyes watered, but he hastily wiped them with the sleeve of his long- sleeved blue shirt. He slid open the door to the main room and entered. Several sets of eyes looked up, each belonging to his friends. One pair was green, another was red, and two were dark brown.
[Well, the gang's all here... Nice of them...] "Hi guys..." he murmured, seating himself in between Kurama and Kuwabara. "So, what're we gonna do?"
"Oh, Botan and Koenma are getting the sake ready," answered Kuwabara, completely fixing his gaze on his rival. Yusuke's dead eyes stared right back at him, and it unnerved the taller one. [Damn, he's really broken up... He doesn't have any fight in his eyes anymore...! I doubt he'll wanna fight me at all!] "...so we can drink ourselves into the floor, watch movies and maybe beat the shit outta each other. Just the usual."
Kurama sipped his tea, his eyes twinkling. He turned his gaze to their leader. "Yusuke, you might want to drink your tea before it gets cold," he advised.
Without a second thought, Yusuke drank some of it. He forcibly swallowed it, for the taste was bitter and strange, and demanded, for an instant, in his usual way, "KURAMA! What the f*ck's IN this stuff?!"
Kurama chuckled at his tone. THAT was the Yusuke they all knew and loved. "I thought you LIKED that kind of tea?"
He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I don't know what the hell it is! All I know is that it tastes like shit and back!--" [And I feel really weird... my head's startin' to pound like hell...] "--I'm going outside to get the taste out! Later!" He slammed open the door and walked to a nearby stream. As he was rinsing out his mouth, Kurama sighed.
"I was almost certain he was going to spit it out," murmured Kurama to Hiei, giggling softly.
Hiei held back some laughs of his own. He merely nodded. "Yes, he does have the kind of attitude to reject things he doesn't like without sweetening the blows. I was almost surprised."
"Uh, guys, what're you two talkin' about?" asked Kuwabara, eyeing them skeptically.
The redhead waved him off. "Nothing!"
"Nothing you could understand, Kuwa-baka," said Hiei.
"Nani?!!" demanded Kuwabara. "It's Kuwabara, baka! Not Kuwa-baka!"
"Ore wa baka nai, ningen no baka," retorted the Jaganshi. "I know. Shouldn't you?"
"Kisama! I'm gonna wring your neck, chibi!!" He stood up and started stomping over.
~*WHAM!!*~
Kuwabara went flying and landed on the ground a few feet away.
Yusuke rotated his arm with a grin. "Man, that felt good! Kuwabara, you should know to shut up sometimes," said the delinquent.
[Good. The potion's taking affect. Now, there's only one more thing to watch out for...] thought Kurama, sipping his own tea as he watched the two men bicker.
"Urameshi! You up for a fight?!"
He grinned and grabbed the oaf by the arm. He started to drag him out of the temple. "Aren't I always?! Let's take it outside so that *GRANDMA* doesn't have my head on a platter!"
-----------------------------
In the dream, this chapter began in the next day. Yusuke never got a phone call from Kurama. It wasn't tea that Yusuke drank, but some sort of mixture that had the color of a Yeerk Pool from Animorphs. Not only that, in the dream, it was balanced on Genkai's head for some reason... weird. Oh, and not only that, Yusuke had been aware of the fact that the potion was meant to get rid of his depression, and had muttered, taking it off Genkai's head, "I hope this works!"
However, what's the potion's other effect that has Kurama so sinister-like? Bad kitsune!
Started: 9/5/03, 3:30PM
Finished: 9/14/03, 12:54PM