Don't own it!
AN Hey, chapter three! Tell me what you think of the chapter titles, alright? (strange requests for the strange at heart...) Anyway, I'm still searching for idea's on how to torture Kurama. Let me know!
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Chapter 3
Clown Flambe
"Kra'ma." Hiei sulked from the confines of the Youko's arms. Rather, the underside of one of his arms as the fox spirit needed one hand to reach for seeds in case of the need for a fight or quick get away.
"Hey Youko," one green demon said as the two passed. "Are you stealing babies now?" That demon, and a group of similarly colored ones began laughing uproariously at the clever joke that had been spoken nearly fifty times in the last ten minutes.
Golden eyes flashed in the direction of the voice, but the Youko said nothing except for making a small noise in the back of his throat. It sounded suspiciously like a growl, though articulated it was more of a "hn."
"HN!" Hiei shouted, waving franticly at the demons.
A moment or so later that very group noticed the air around them had gotten very warm. And that they were engulfed in smoke. And that black flames were slowly devouring their flesh.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Good boy, Hiei!" Kurama said absently, stopping to stare at a large collection of very expensive swords, vases and other items. Thief senses already in gear, he walked calmly into the shop. Hiei in one arm, the other trailing over items of higher value.
"Kra'ma!" Hiei laughed, pointing at an extremely sharp and lethal looking little sword. Though Hiei himself was small, the sword seemed to be the perfect size for him. "Hn!" He wiggled out of the Youko's grasp and started toddling forwards. After a moment he lost his balance, crashed on his rear and began crawling.
"The boy has good taste," a voice suddenly said from behind them, most likely the shop owner. "Though he's wasting his time just looking at it. That sword is rumored to be enchanted to slice through anything as though it were water. However nobody has been able to wield it, for it's power is so great that only the oldest and strongest can invoke the..." He continued babbling as the kitsune quickly lost interest.
Instead said kitsune turned to look at a collection of vases that looked as though they would crumble at the slightest wind. He quickly lowered their value to dirt. A sudden crash behind the Youko and store owner caused them to whirl around in complete surprise.
And there sat Hiei, clutching the sword in one fist and staring in complete awe at the perfectly sliced, and now flaming, pedestal in front of him.
"Hiei!" Kurama cried rushing forwards, scooping up the child and hugging him tightly. "Are you alright? Did you hurt your self? What did you do?"
The shop owner, on the other hand, was staring blankly at the small portion of the strangely blue faced infant that was visible (wasn't his face white before?). "But, how... only the oldest and strongest... I don't..." He sat down hard in complete confusion and Kurama decided that he should probably leave. Unbeknownst to him, Hiei was still clutching his little sword.
"S'wish," Hiei burbled happily, laughing as they continued down the street. He used his free hand to latch onto the silver hair and pulled, wanting the kitsune's attention. "S'wish!" He held up the sword for all to see.
"You little demon!" Kurama laughed, taking a hold of the sword and gently pulling it from the fire demons grasp. He studied it carefully, noticing its value was much higher then he originally put it. He patted Hiei's head and quickly placed the sword in his personal space, a sort of air pocket into which he placed all his thieved items.
Hiei whimpered as it disappeared.
"You'll get it back later," Kurama promised as he started walking again. "If I didn't put it away, you wouldn't be able to keep it."
"Hn." The reply was cute and childlike, but Hiei was definitely starting to pout.
In a bad attempt to get the fire demon's mind off of his new 'toy', Kurama pointed at a group of demons on the side of the street. "Look Hiei, clowns!"
Indeed, the brightly dressed group were decked out completely as clowns. One was twisting balloon animals, another was cracking jokes, two more were performing acrobatic's with ease of preforming many times in the past.
Hiei took one look at the strangely garbed and painted group, screamed in absolute terror, and set them all on fire with his spirit energy. The clowns screamed in terror that rivaled the one they originally frightened and quickly disintegrated into ashes.
"HN!" Hiei shouted loudly before hiding his face in Kurama's chest and starting to cry.
Kurama rolled his eyes and walked into another shop, this time a clothing based one. He quickly grabbed a number of tiny, not to mention adorable, outfits for Hiei, a large (*large*) number of extremely flammable diapers (for quick disposal!), and other baby supplise he should have bought months ago. Tossing a couple counterfeit coins at the girl in charge and smiling winningly at her so she wouldn't notice, Kurama waltzed out of the store without paying anything worth more then well shaped wood.
He was a plant manipulator, after all.
Quickly storing the clothes, diapers and general baby related things in his personal space, he made his way to the rowdier part of town. He had to meet with an ice demon about an ice plant.
That Kurama secretly bet didn't exist anymore. Stupid ice.
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Kurama: ...the... *clowns*!
Hiei: they're scary alright?!
Kurama: ...
Review!
AN Hey, chapter three! Tell me what you think of the chapter titles, alright? (strange requests for the strange at heart...) Anyway, I'm still searching for idea's on how to torture Kurama. Let me know!
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Chapter 3
Clown Flambe
"Kra'ma." Hiei sulked from the confines of the Youko's arms. Rather, the underside of one of his arms as the fox spirit needed one hand to reach for seeds in case of the need for a fight or quick get away.
"Hey Youko," one green demon said as the two passed. "Are you stealing babies now?" That demon, and a group of similarly colored ones began laughing uproariously at the clever joke that had been spoken nearly fifty times in the last ten minutes.
Golden eyes flashed in the direction of the voice, but the Youko said nothing except for making a small noise in the back of his throat. It sounded suspiciously like a growl, though articulated it was more of a "hn."
"HN!" Hiei shouted, waving franticly at the demons.
A moment or so later that very group noticed the air around them had gotten very warm. And that they were engulfed in smoke. And that black flames were slowly devouring their flesh.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Good boy, Hiei!" Kurama said absently, stopping to stare at a large collection of very expensive swords, vases and other items. Thief senses already in gear, he walked calmly into the shop. Hiei in one arm, the other trailing over items of higher value.
"Kra'ma!" Hiei laughed, pointing at an extremely sharp and lethal looking little sword. Though Hiei himself was small, the sword seemed to be the perfect size for him. "Hn!" He wiggled out of the Youko's grasp and started toddling forwards. After a moment he lost his balance, crashed on his rear and began crawling.
"The boy has good taste," a voice suddenly said from behind them, most likely the shop owner. "Though he's wasting his time just looking at it. That sword is rumored to be enchanted to slice through anything as though it were water. However nobody has been able to wield it, for it's power is so great that only the oldest and strongest can invoke the..." He continued babbling as the kitsune quickly lost interest.
Instead said kitsune turned to look at a collection of vases that looked as though they would crumble at the slightest wind. He quickly lowered their value to dirt. A sudden crash behind the Youko and store owner caused them to whirl around in complete surprise.
And there sat Hiei, clutching the sword in one fist and staring in complete awe at the perfectly sliced, and now flaming, pedestal in front of him.
"Hiei!" Kurama cried rushing forwards, scooping up the child and hugging him tightly. "Are you alright? Did you hurt your self? What did you do?"
The shop owner, on the other hand, was staring blankly at the small portion of the strangely blue faced infant that was visible (wasn't his face white before?). "But, how... only the oldest and strongest... I don't..." He sat down hard in complete confusion and Kurama decided that he should probably leave. Unbeknownst to him, Hiei was still clutching his little sword.
"S'wish," Hiei burbled happily, laughing as they continued down the street. He used his free hand to latch onto the silver hair and pulled, wanting the kitsune's attention. "S'wish!" He held up the sword for all to see.
"You little demon!" Kurama laughed, taking a hold of the sword and gently pulling it from the fire demons grasp. He studied it carefully, noticing its value was much higher then he originally put it. He patted Hiei's head and quickly placed the sword in his personal space, a sort of air pocket into which he placed all his thieved items.
Hiei whimpered as it disappeared.
"You'll get it back later," Kurama promised as he started walking again. "If I didn't put it away, you wouldn't be able to keep it."
"Hn." The reply was cute and childlike, but Hiei was definitely starting to pout.
In a bad attempt to get the fire demon's mind off of his new 'toy', Kurama pointed at a group of demons on the side of the street. "Look Hiei, clowns!"
Indeed, the brightly dressed group were decked out completely as clowns. One was twisting balloon animals, another was cracking jokes, two more were performing acrobatic's with ease of preforming many times in the past.
Hiei took one look at the strangely garbed and painted group, screamed in absolute terror, and set them all on fire with his spirit energy. The clowns screamed in terror that rivaled the one they originally frightened and quickly disintegrated into ashes.
"HN!" Hiei shouted loudly before hiding his face in Kurama's chest and starting to cry.
Kurama rolled his eyes and walked into another shop, this time a clothing based one. He quickly grabbed a number of tiny, not to mention adorable, outfits for Hiei, a large (*large*) number of extremely flammable diapers (for quick disposal!), and other baby supplise he should have bought months ago. Tossing a couple counterfeit coins at the girl in charge and smiling winningly at her so she wouldn't notice, Kurama waltzed out of the store without paying anything worth more then well shaped wood.
He was a plant manipulator, after all.
Quickly storing the clothes, diapers and general baby related things in his personal space, he made his way to the rowdier part of town. He had to meet with an ice demon about an ice plant.
That Kurama secretly bet didn't exist anymore. Stupid ice.
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Kurama: ...the... *clowns*!
Hiei: they're scary alright?!
Kurama: ...
Review!