All righty then! I am back in action! Sorry for the long delay. My life has
been complicated lately. Not fun, not happy, nothing. Okay, thanks to those
of you that reviewed for me!
On with the show!
Oh, me no own Yu Yu Hakusho (Waaaahh!)
It was late in the evening, and Kurama napped on the couch while Shiori watched him. She wasn't sure about this fox-demon, but heck, she was willing to take chances. She reached for the book she had been reading on and off, and her stomach growled.
"Dinnertime," she told herself, and got up out of the chair. She walked into the kitchen and pulled out one of the T.V. dinners her parents had left her. She took it out of the box, and peeled back the plastic at the corner just enough to where it would cook nicely. She was about to put it in the microwave when Kurama came stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "Hello," Shiori said. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, just fine," Kurama mumbled, falling into a chair. "I'm just a little hungry." Shiori looked at the dinner she held.
"Do you want some of this?" she asked, moving the dinner to where Kurama could see it. He eyed it suspiciously.
"What is it?" he asked, wondering if he should poke it to see if it was alive. Shiori sighed and pointed to one spot on the plate.
"There's some chicken," she said. She moved her hand. "And those are peas," she moved her hand again. "And this is corn." Kurama eyed it again, but decided that he could try it.
"All right," he said. He reached into the open part of the plate and picked up a pea. He put it in his mouth . . . and immdiately spit it out. "Yuck!" Shiori laughed.
"It tastes better if you heat it up first," she told him.
"You already told me I can't light a fire in here," he said bluntly.
"Not over a fire, in the microwave!"
"Mi-cro-wave?" Kurama asked. He had never heard of such a thing. Shiori pointed.
"The black box on the end of the counter," she said, pulling on her coat. "I'm going out. Just read the directions on the back of the box." She left while Kurama eyed the two objects in question. Finally, he got up and went over to the microwave.
"This can't be that hard," Kurama said. He looked at the directions on the back of the box. He couldn't read them. "Or perhaps it could." He looked at the microwave again. It had several . . . what had Shiori called them? Buttons. Yes, that was it, buttons. "She said in the microwave," he told himself. "But how do I open it?"
*Kurama? Can you hear me?*
*Yes, loud and clear, Kuronue,* Kurama said, still trying to figure out how to open the microwave. He was struck by a sudden thought. *Kuronue? Have you ever heard of a 'microwave'?*
*Breifly, while I was in the human realm once,* Kuronue said.
*Do you know how to get one open?*
*There should be a big black thing that sticks out of the thing,* Kuronue began.
*A button,* Kurama said, pleased the he knew something Kuronue didn't.
*Yeah, yeah, well, it's big and black and sticks out from the bottom of the thing, and you press it, and viola! It opens!* Kurama looked at the thing, and quickly located the button Kuronue had been talking about. Putting his head close to the microwave, he poked it with one finger. The door opened and hit him in the head.
"AHHHHHHH!" Kurama yelled, jumping away from it, and hitting his head on the door again. He held out the T.V. dinner with shaky hands, daring the thing to come and snatch it.
*What happened?* Kuronue asked, sensing Kurama's sudden discomfort. Kurama, who was still daring the thing to steal the T.V. dinner from him, didn't answer right away.
*It's attacking me!* Kurama yelled into his friend's mind. *I hit the button, and it attacked me!* There was a sudden moment where Kurama expected his friend to be laughing at him. *What?*
*Nothing, nothing,* Kuronue said, still laughing, and broke the link. Kurama growled angrily at his friend and turned to his more pressing problem. He moved a step closer to the microwave, still holding out the T.V. dinner, in case the microwave decided to attack again. When it didn't move, he moved closer to it. It didn't move. Kurama took another step. Finally, he was right in front of it. He shoved the T.V. dinner in, and moved away from the microwave. It still didn't do anything. He walked back up to it. He pressed several buttons, until the thing beeped. Satisfied that it was cooking, he left the room.
"I knew it couldn't be that hard," he said.
After a while, he heard the thing beep again. He walked into the room, but his dinner was not in the microwave. Sure, the plate was, but the dinner was . . . plastered all over the walls of the microwave, Kurama discovered as he (carefully) pressed the button and opened it. He took the plate out and inspected it, and smiled. He was no longer hungry. He walked around the kitchen, wondering what else might go in the microwave. He opened one drawer and pulled out a something shiny. He suddenly remembered the second meal that Shiori had made him. This thing was called a fork. He frowned. He'd save the fork for later, he decided, sticking it in his tunic. He walked out and found the thing Shiori had once called a "light bulb." He smiled. Grabbing it, he ran back into the kitchen and stuck the thing in the microwave. He pressed several buttons until it beeped again and watched with interest as the light bulb spun around . . . and around . . . and around . . . and blew up. Lights flashed, and Kurama watched it with his eyes sparkling.
"Wow," he whispered. Wondering what else would blow up, he opened another drawer and pulled out a battery. He threw it into the microwave and pressed more buttons. It beeped, and Shiori suddenly walked in the door.
"Kurama," she said. "You can't still be cooking your dinner."
"Oh, this isn't dinner," Kurama said. "This is . . . " He wasn't sure what he was going to call the battery, but at that moment the microwave decided it had had enough, and blew up. Right in Kurama's face. Shiori screamed, and Kurama blinked as the explosion caused his ears to light on fire. "Wow," he said.
"Kurama, why'd you do that?" Shiori demanded, her eyes closed tightly against the smoke. Kurama sniffed the air.
"Is something cooking?" he asked, obviously unaware that his ears were on fire for some reason. "Shiori?" Shiori had taken one look at him and began laughing her head off. Other times, she would have screamed that the person's head was on fire, but because of his ears, it was more like there were two pillars of fire on his head. It was very amusing. Kurama brought his hand up to his head, and yelped when he found the fire there.
"Kurama . . . that looks so . . . funny," Shiori gasped as Kurama stood in shock for a few moments. Then he did what anybody would do.
"I'M ON FIRE!!" he screamed. "PUT IT OUT, PUT IT OUT!!" He ran around the kitchen in circles, screaming for all he was worth. "PUT IT OUT!"
"STOP, DROP, AND ROLL!!" Shiori screamed, to afraid of the wild Youko to go near the fire herself. Kurama stopped, and fell to the ground. He rolled around. The fire did not go out. Shiori, who was not thinking at the time, remembered something in the basement that might help Kurama. She did not realize there was water right there, as most people don't when in emergencies. "Hang on, I'm going to get something to help!" And she vanished down the stairs.
"Stop, drop, and roll," Kurama told himself as he rolled around randomly. He rolled to the top of the stairs. "Stop, drop and roll," he said as he rolled himself off of the top stair. "Back! Elbow! Shoulder!" (A/N: That is from a movie that I do NOT own, thank you.) he said as he bounced down the stairs. "Stop! Drop! Roll!" he said as he continued to bounce. He saw the end of the stairs. "Stop, drop, and . . . " he saw something else. "SHIORI'S FOOT!!" he yelled as he crashed into it at the bottom on the stairs.
"Are you okay?" Shiori asked as she knelt down to check on him.
"No," he said. His ears were no longer on fire, but every inch of him looked bruised, and there were even a few cuts.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Shiori asked as she waved three fingers in front of Kurama's face.
"I am NEVER going near that thing again!" Kurama declared. Nagem: Hmm. That might be a good idea, Kurama.
Hiei: (Laughing at Kurama in an Un-Hiei-Like action) You . . . couldn't . . . even . . . work . . . a . . . microwave. . . .
Kurama: I don't like to talk about it.
Nagem: Makes you wonder how he got to be a good cook.
Hiei: He couldn't work the microwave!
Nagem: You're stuck on that aren't you?
Hiei: HE COULDN'T WORK THE MICROWAVE!!
Kurama: SHUT UP!! *Starts to run after Nagem and Hiei*
Nagem: *Running away from Kurama* Please review!
On with the show!
Oh, me no own Yu Yu Hakusho (Waaaahh!)
It was late in the evening, and Kurama napped on the couch while Shiori watched him. She wasn't sure about this fox-demon, but heck, she was willing to take chances. She reached for the book she had been reading on and off, and her stomach growled.
"Dinnertime," she told herself, and got up out of the chair. She walked into the kitchen and pulled out one of the T.V. dinners her parents had left her. She took it out of the box, and peeled back the plastic at the corner just enough to where it would cook nicely. She was about to put it in the microwave when Kurama came stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "Hello," Shiori said. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, just fine," Kurama mumbled, falling into a chair. "I'm just a little hungry." Shiori looked at the dinner she held.
"Do you want some of this?" she asked, moving the dinner to where Kurama could see it. He eyed it suspiciously.
"What is it?" he asked, wondering if he should poke it to see if it was alive. Shiori sighed and pointed to one spot on the plate.
"There's some chicken," she said. She moved her hand. "And those are peas," she moved her hand again. "And this is corn." Kurama eyed it again, but decided that he could try it.
"All right," he said. He reached into the open part of the plate and picked up a pea. He put it in his mouth . . . and immdiately spit it out. "Yuck!" Shiori laughed.
"It tastes better if you heat it up first," she told him.
"You already told me I can't light a fire in here," he said bluntly.
"Not over a fire, in the microwave!"
"Mi-cro-wave?" Kurama asked. He had never heard of such a thing. Shiori pointed.
"The black box on the end of the counter," she said, pulling on her coat. "I'm going out. Just read the directions on the back of the box." She left while Kurama eyed the two objects in question. Finally, he got up and went over to the microwave.
"This can't be that hard," Kurama said. He looked at the directions on the back of the box. He couldn't read them. "Or perhaps it could." He looked at the microwave again. It had several . . . what had Shiori called them? Buttons. Yes, that was it, buttons. "She said in the microwave," he told himself. "But how do I open it?"
*Kurama? Can you hear me?*
*Yes, loud and clear, Kuronue,* Kurama said, still trying to figure out how to open the microwave. He was struck by a sudden thought. *Kuronue? Have you ever heard of a 'microwave'?*
*Breifly, while I was in the human realm once,* Kuronue said.
*Do you know how to get one open?*
*There should be a big black thing that sticks out of the thing,* Kuronue began.
*A button,* Kurama said, pleased the he knew something Kuronue didn't.
*Yeah, yeah, well, it's big and black and sticks out from the bottom of the thing, and you press it, and viola! It opens!* Kurama looked at the thing, and quickly located the button Kuronue had been talking about. Putting his head close to the microwave, he poked it with one finger. The door opened and hit him in the head.
"AHHHHHHH!" Kurama yelled, jumping away from it, and hitting his head on the door again. He held out the T.V. dinner with shaky hands, daring the thing to come and snatch it.
*What happened?* Kuronue asked, sensing Kurama's sudden discomfort. Kurama, who was still daring the thing to steal the T.V. dinner from him, didn't answer right away.
*It's attacking me!* Kurama yelled into his friend's mind. *I hit the button, and it attacked me!* There was a sudden moment where Kurama expected his friend to be laughing at him. *What?*
*Nothing, nothing,* Kuronue said, still laughing, and broke the link. Kurama growled angrily at his friend and turned to his more pressing problem. He moved a step closer to the microwave, still holding out the T.V. dinner, in case the microwave decided to attack again. When it didn't move, he moved closer to it. It didn't move. Kurama took another step. Finally, he was right in front of it. He shoved the T.V. dinner in, and moved away from the microwave. It still didn't do anything. He walked back up to it. He pressed several buttons, until the thing beeped. Satisfied that it was cooking, he left the room.
"I knew it couldn't be that hard," he said.
After a while, he heard the thing beep again. He walked into the room, but his dinner was not in the microwave. Sure, the plate was, but the dinner was . . . plastered all over the walls of the microwave, Kurama discovered as he (carefully) pressed the button and opened it. He took the plate out and inspected it, and smiled. He was no longer hungry. He walked around the kitchen, wondering what else might go in the microwave. He opened one drawer and pulled out a something shiny. He suddenly remembered the second meal that Shiori had made him. This thing was called a fork. He frowned. He'd save the fork for later, he decided, sticking it in his tunic. He walked out and found the thing Shiori had once called a "light bulb." He smiled. Grabbing it, he ran back into the kitchen and stuck the thing in the microwave. He pressed several buttons until it beeped again and watched with interest as the light bulb spun around . . . and around . . . and around . . . and blew up. Lights flashed, and Kurama watched it with his eyes sparkling.
"Wow," he whispered. Wondering what else would blow up, he opened another drawer and pulled out a battery. He threw it into the microwave and pressed more buttons. It beeped, and Shiori suddenly walked in the door.
"Kurama," she said. "You can't still be cooking your dinner."
"Oh, this isn't dinner," Kurama said. "This is . . . " He wasn't sure what he was going to call the battery, but at that moment the microwave decided it had had enough, and blew up. Right in Kurama's face. Shiori screamed, and Kurama blinked as the explosion caused his ears to light on fire. "Wow," he said.
"Kurama, why'd you do that?" Shiori demanded, her eyes closed tightly against the smoke. Kurama sniffed the air.
"Is something cooking?" he asked, obviously unaware that his ears were on fire for some reason. "Shiori?" Shiori had taken one look at him and began laughing her head off. Other times, she would have screamed that the person's head was on fire, but because of his ears, it was more like there were two pillars of fire on his head. It was very amusing. Kurama brought his hand up to his head, and yelped when he found the fire there.
"Kurama . . . that looks so . . . funny," Shiori gasped as Kurama stood in shock for a few moments. Then he did what anybody would do.
"I'M ON FIRE!!" he screamed. "PUT IT OUT, PUT IT OUT!!" He ran around the kitchen in circles, screaming for all he was worth. "PUT IT OUT!"
"STOP, DROP, AND ROLL!!" Shiori screamed, to afraid of the wild Youko to go near the fire herself. Kurama stopped, and fell to the ground. He rolled around. The fire did not go out. Shiori, who was not thinking at the time, remembered something in the basement that might help Kurama. She did not realize there was water right there, as most people don't when in emergencies. "Hang on, I'm going to get something to help!" And she vanished down the stairs.
"Stop, drop, and roll," Kurama told himself as he rolled around randomly. He rolled to the top of the stairs. "Stop, drop and roll," he said as he rolled himself off of the top stair. "Back! Elbow! Shoulder!" (A/N: That is from a movie that I do NOT own, thank you.) he said as he bounced down the stairs. "Stop! Drop! Roll!" he said as he continued to bounce. He saw the end of the stairs. "Stop, drop, and . . . " he saw something else. "SHIORI'S FOOT!!" he yelled as he crashed into it at the bottom on the stairs.
"Are you okay?" Shiori asked as she knelt down to check on him.
"No," he said. His ears were no longer on fire, but every inch of him looked bruised, and there were even a few cuts.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Shiori asked as she waved three fingers in front of Kurama's face.
"I am NEVER going near that thing again!" Kurama declared. Nagem: Hmm. That might be a good idea, Kurama.
Hiei: (Laughing at Kurama in an Un-Hiei-Like action) You . . . couldn't . . . even . . . work . . . a . . . microwave. . . .
Kurama: I don't like to talk about it.
Nagem: Makes you wonder how he got to be a good cook.
Hiei: He couldn't work the microwave!
Nagem: You're stuck on that aren't you?
Hiei: HE COULDN'T WORK THE MICROWAVE!!
Kurama: SHUT UP!! *Starts to run after Nagem and Hiei*
Nagem: *Running away from Kurama* Please review!