Disclaimer: If Yu Yu Hakusho belonged to me, do you think I would be wasting my precious time writing fanfictions? No, I'd be wallowing in the lap of luxury and laughing as people try to figure out if Kurama and Hiei are really a couple.
AN Okay, I just want to let you all know what I'm trying to do with this story. I'm trying to say how certain aspects of Hiei's life came into play. For example, the four belts, his love of the sword, the word "hn", fear of clowns, why he trusts Kurama, the imps, black clothes and such. In my mind (after the angst part of the story is over with) it will also be another reason for the Jagan, him going to the Ningen world and such. Tell me if you can find anything else, ne? It's like a scavanger hunt! Cookies for all! BTW... I read that Hiei was an A class demon at age five... is that true?
Also, if I revieve 150 reviews before chapter 10 is posted, I will write a side story for this fic titled "When Imps Rebel". Just so you you know.
Chapter 9
The Vicious Demon-Eating Imps
If anybody had ever told Kurama that he, the loner Youko who had shunned and been shunned by his own family, would be raising a fire demon - and actually enjoying it, no less - he would have feed the moron to a plant. One that was not carnivorous. But now, after nearly two years of raising Hiei, he decided that the kid wasn't so bad. It was only the first few minutes of stepping into the Youko's territory that made him decide that.
After all, he knew personally just how much of a handful that a young Youko kit could be. He had been one of the worst. Compared to him, Hiei could be considered an angel.
"Youko Kurama," one of many Youko's who had flocked to him gushed. "That little demon of yours is absolutely adorable! Where on earth did you find him? The Dragon realms of the north? Or perhaps that fire pits just to the east?"
Kurama smiled somewhat weakly. Try the stupid ice world, he internally screamed. However, as Hiei was a fire demon it would be a little odd to hear he had been found in the ice world, as far south as possible as it was to go. He glanced around himself a little nervously, clutching Hiei a little tighter, as though he were about to be stolen.
Which he was.
Of course, Youko's weren't thieves by nature, that was just Kurama. Most Youko's lived very quiet and sheltered lives, being a very family based species. A Youko mated for life and spent as much time possible with his or her family. Youko Kurama had quickly left that life style, being ambitious and therefore looked down upon by his kit-mates and elders. He had only been about twenty at that time. Two hundred years later, he found Hiei and learned the meaning of family.
...Sort of.
"I've heard about your child," an elder Youko said slowly, obviously not as sharp in the mind as any of the others around him. "He seems to have a reputation for a burning ambition to be the strongest Youkai ever."
Everyone winced at the horrible pun.
Hiei himself burst out wailing at it. Then, two seconds later, obviously having decided that being admired was boring, he wiggled free of his Mama's death-grip and toddled happily away.
Or, he tried to. Unfortunately for him he didn't take more then two very small steps before he was scooped up in a Hiei-crushing hug.
"Aren't you the most adorable thing in the world!" A female voice tried to coo but came out more as a predatory type of shriek. Almost like fingers on a chalkboard and a screaming microphone mixed into one sound.
"MAAAMAAA!" The hug victim screeched.
One might be surprised at the effect of that particular screech. It's volume alone was enough to make any demon cringe and run away. But the pitch was more enough then what is needed to permanently deafen anyone within hearing range. Sadly enough, all Youko's have extra sensitive hearing. Only Kurama was able to resist its deadly call, for he was used to its sound.
Hiei hit the ground and once again attempted his escape, this time his path being clear, while all the kitsune's doubled over and held their ears in pain. A few howled. Others ran in useless circles and ended up running into each other and falling over. Kurama grabbed his baby and began walking past the gate of the Youko territory. Moments later they appeared in another clearing, this time filled with small fluffy kits and a pack of annoyed looking imps.
"Sign in your brat (the word "brat" had been crossed out and "kit" replaced it) here" a sign read in large messy letters. Kurama smartly and quickly decided that this must be some sort of day-care center. He plainly ignored the sign clearly stating "This is a day-care center" and marched to sign Hiei in.
"You must return in three hours. Any brat not claimed will be eaten." The imp at the sign intoned to the silver kitsune. He sounded as though he had said this a dozen times over and wasn't too pleased with the reaction it caused.
Kurama snorted and rolled his eyes. This was clearly the reaction the imp figured he would get.
"We really will eat him!" The imp wailed, slamming down one fist on the sign-in book with a wimpy sounding 'ppft'. "We're very barbaric creatures! REALLY!"
Hiei peeped at him with curious looking red eyes and then moved those same eyes to look at another imp singing, in a very horrible scratchy voice, a very young kit to sleep. Another imp was chasing a little kit who had apparently stolen a carrot. Yet another was jumping up and falling back down to try and retrieve yet another kit from a tree. Even Hiei looked skeptical at this point. Kurama shook his head, twitched his ears in suppressed humor and knelt down, placing Hiei on the ground.
"Play nicely with all the other kits alright?" He asked, calmly unlocking Hiei's arms from his hair. He gave the little fire demons nose a gentle poke and smiled reassuringly. "And make sure not to burn any of the kits by accident. Trees are fine, but nothing else, got it?"
Hiei sighed and glanced around the dull looking day-care center. "Burn the imps?" He asked hopefully.
"Alright," Kurama allowed, "but not all of them."
"But Mama..."
Kurama gave him a stern glare. Hiei succumbed and walked slowly away to join the kit who was stealing vegetables. Kurama then turned and glared at the still protesting imp ("I swear we'll eat him! We'll eat him raw and whole!") before flipping his hair arrogantly and walking towards his first of many meetings. The meetings were mainly gossip about who had mated with who, and what the moron king Yama was up to. Someone mentioned that his kid, Kenny (or something like that, maybe it started with 'L'. Lenny maybe?) had recently turned five hundred.
Back in the 'day-care', Hiei was having fun chasing around some of the faster imps. The other's had all either been burned to a critical state or had fallen on the ground to play dead.
"Don't. Hurt. Us!" The imps gasped, some of them jumping into trees and thus avoiding the burning sticks thrown at them. Other's weren't so lucky and fell to the ground, burning. "Please *gasp* Hiei-sama *wheeze* We'll do *pant* anything!"
Hiei's eyes became thoughtful. He stopped running and throwing flaming blunt objects, still considering. First he weighed the pro's and the cons, like his Mama had taught him. It was something like this.
/Imps ugly, scary and mean!/
/Free candy!/
/Mama might be scared!/
/CANDY!/
Finally, Hiei seemed to come to a decision.
"You!" He demanded one imp in his childishly authoritative voice, pointing a chubby finger at one of the imps playing dead. "Get us candy!" And by "us" he meant himself and the napping kits.
The imp nodded frantically and disappeared as fast as it could, whispering a quick: "Yes, Hiei-sama!"
"You!" Hiei pointed at another. "Go find Mama!"
"Yes, Hiei-sama!"
"Protect 'Kina!"
"Right away, Hiei-sama!"
"Do my bidding forever!" Hiei cried gleefully at the remaining imps.
They all bowed fearfully at Hiei's feet, pleading for their lives and vowing their ever lasting loyalty to him. Hiei himself was cackling rather evilly (read: giggling incessantly). After a moment, two of the imps returned, one nearly buried under a mountain of candy. The other looked terrified, shooting looks to its comrades kneeling at an infants feet, and then and the still smoldering ones laying randomly in the grass.
"W-what's 'Kina'?" The empty-handed imp whimpered, hiding behind the mountain of sweets. If it weren't for that protection, he would have been a very crispy imp.
"That's Kina-sama!" Hiei roared, stomping one foot with a pout. "She's my sister!"
"..." The imp moved a little closer and carefully sniffed Hiei, looking for his origins and trying to figure out where his sister might be found. Ice? The imp shrugged and disappeared again.
It was at this point that Kurama appeared, being dragged by his tail by an imp. The kitsune wasn't happy. However, at the site of over a dozen imps - half of them either smoking, nursing burns or running around still on fire, and the other half kneeling down at Hiei's feet - he barely managed to...
"BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
...not laugh *too* hard.
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AN Just a note, because I usually don't write stuff down here... from what I know (which isn't much) A "Youko" is defined as a Fox Spirit, and therefore is a race. The name "Youko Kurama" really just means "Kurama the Fox Spirit", kind of like a title. "Kitsune" is just a Japanese word for fox, I think.
Kurama: so, *that's* how the imps came into play! I always wondered...
Hiei: MWAHAHA!!
Kurama: *slowly backs away*
Next time: An attempt to leave early ends up hair raising!
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AN Okay, I just want to let you all know what I'm trying to do with this story. I'm trying to say how certain aspects of Hiei's life came into play. For example, the four belts, his love of the sword, the word "hn", fear of clowns, why he trusts Kurama, the imps, black clothes and such. In my mind (after the angst part of the story is over with) it will also be another reason for the Jagan, him going to the Ningen world and such. Tell me if you can find anything else, ne? It's like a scavanger hunt! Cookies for all! BTW... I read that Hiei was an A class demon at age five... is that true?
Also, if I revieve 150 reviews before chapter 10 is posted, I will write a side story for this fic titled "When Imps Rebel". Just so you you know.
Chapter 9
The Vicious Demon-Eating Imps
If anybody had ever told Kurama that he, the loner Youko who had shunned and been shunned by his own family, would be raising a fire demon - and actually enjoying it, no less - he would have feed the moron to a plant. One that was not carnivorous. But now, after nearly two years of raising Hiei, he decided that the kid wasn't so bad. It was only the first few minutes of stepping into the Youko's territory that made him decide that.
After all, he knew personally just how much of a handful that a young Youko kit could be. He had been one of the worst. Compared to him, Hiei could be considered an angel.
"Youko Kurama," one of many Youko's who had flocked to him gushed. "That little demon of yours is absolutely adorable! Where on earth did you find him? The Dragon realms of the north? Or perhaps that fire pits just to the east?"
Kurama smiled somewhat weakly. Try the stupid ice world, he internally screamed. However, as Hiei was a fire demon it would be a little odd to hear he had been found in the ice world, as far south as possible as it was to go. He glanced around himself a little nervously, clutching Hiei a little tighter, as though he were about to be stolen.
Which he was.
Of course, Youko's weren't thieves by nature, that was just Kurama. Most Youko's lived very quiet and sheltered lives, being a very family based species. A Youko mated for life and spent as much time possible with his or her family. Youko Kurama had quickly left that life style, being ambitious and therefore looked down upon by his kit-mates and elders. He had only been about twenty at that time. Two hundred years later, he found Hiei and learned the meaning of family.
...Sort of.
"I've heard about your child," an elder Youko said slowly, obviously not as sharp in the mind as any of the others around him. "He seems to have a reputation for a burning ambition to be the strongest Youkai ever."
Everyone winced at the horrible pun.
Hiei himself burst out wailing at it. Then, two seconds later, obviously having decided that being admired was boring, he wiggled free of his Mama's death-grip and toddled happily away.
Or, he tried to. Unfortunately for him he didn't take more then two very small steps before he was scooped up in a Hiei-crushing hug.
"Aren't you the most adorable thing in the world!" A female voice tried to coo but came out more as a predatory type of shriek. Almost like fingers on a chalkboard and a screaming microphone mixed into one sound.
"MAAAMAAA!" The hug victim screeched.
One might be surprised at the effect of that particular screech. It's volume alone was enough to make any demon cringe and run away. But the pitch was more enough then what is needed to permanently deafen anyone within hearing range. Sadly enough, all Youko's have extra sensitive hearing. Only Kurama was able to resist its deadly call, for he was used to its sound.
Hiei hit the ground and once again attempted his escape, this time his path being clear, while all the kitsune's doubled over and held their ears in pain. A few howled. Others ran in useless circles and ended up running into each other and falling over. Kurama grabbed his baby and began walking past the gate of the Youko territory. Moments later they appeared in another clearing, this time filled with small fluffy kits and a pack of annoyed looking imps.
"Sign in your brat (the word "brat" had been crossed out and "kit" replaced it) here" a sign read in large messy letters. Kurama smartly and quickly decided that this must be some sort of day-care center. He plainly ignored the sign clearly stating "This is a day-care center" and marched to sign Hiei in.
"You must return in three hours. Any brat not claimed will be eaten." The imp at the sign intoned to the silver kitsune. He sounded as though he had said this a dozen times over and wasn't too pleased with the reaction it caused.
Kurama snorted and rolled his eyes. This was clearly the reaction the imp figured he would get.
"We really will eat him!" The imp wailed, slamming down one fist on the sign-in book with a wimpy sounding 'ppft'. "We're very barbaric creatures! REALLY!"
Hiei peeped at him with curious looking red eyes and then moved those same eyes to look at another imp singing, in a very horrible scratchy voice, a very young kit to sleep. Another imp was chasing a little kit who had apparently stolen a carrot. Yet another was jumping up and falling back down to try and retrieve yet another kit from a tree. Even Hiei looked skeptical at this point. Kurama shook his head, twitched his ears in suppressed humor and knelt down, placing Hiei on the ground.
"Play nicely with all the other kits alright?" He asked, calmly unlocking Hiei's arms from his hair. He gave the little fire demons nose a gentle poke and smiled reassuringly. "And make sure not to burn any of the kits by accident. Trees are fine, but nothing else, got it?"
Hiei sighed and glanced around the dull looking day-care center. "Burn the imps?" He asked hopefully.
"Alright," Kurama allowed, "but not all of them."
"But Mama..."
Kurama gave him a stern glare. Hiei succumbed and walked slowly away to join the kit who was stealing vegetables. Kurama then turned and glared at the still protesting imp ("I swear we'll eat him! We'll eat him raw and whole!") before flipping his hair arrogantly and walking towards his first of many meetings. The meetings were mainly gossip about who had mated with who, and what the moron king Yama was up to. Someone mentioned that his kid, Kenny (or something like that, maybe it started with 'L'. Lenny maybe?) had recently turned five hundred.
Back in the 'day-care', Hiei was having fun chasing around some of the faster imps. The other's had all either been burned to a critical state or had fallen on the ground to play dead.
"Don't. Hurt. Us!" The imps gasped, some of them jumping into trees and thus avoiding the burning sticks thrown at them. Other's weren't so lucky and fell to the ground, burning. "Please *gasp* Hiei-sama *wheeze* We'll do *pant* anything!"
Hiei's eyes became thoughtful. He stopped running and throwing flaming blunt objects, still considering. First he weighed the pro's and the cons, like his Mama had taught him. It was something like this.
/Imps ugly, scary and mean!/
/Free candy!/
/Mama might be scared!/
/CANDY!/
Finally, Hiei seemed to come to a decision.
"You!" He demanded one imp in his childishly authoritative voice, pointing a chubby finger at one of the imps playing dead. "Get us candy!" And by "us" he meant himself and the napping kits.
The imp nodded frantically and disappeared as fast as it could, whispering a quick: "Yes, Hiei-sama!"
"You!" Hiei pointed at another. "Go find Mama!"
"Yes, Hiei-sama!"
"Protect 'Kina!"
"Right away, Hiei-sama!"
"Do my bidding forever!" Hiei cried gleefully at the remaining imps.
They all bowed fearfully at Hiei's feet, pleading for their lives and vowing their ever lasting loyalty to him. Hiei himself was cackling rather evilly (read: giggling incessantly). After a moment, two of the imps returned, one nearly buried under a mountain of candy. The other looked terrified, shooting looks to its comrades kneeling at an infants feet, and then and the still smoldering ones laying randomly in the grass.
"W-what's 'Kina'?" The empty-handed imp whimpered, hiding behind the mountain of sweets. If it weren't for that protection, he would have been a very crispy imp.
"That's Kina-sama!" Hiei roared, stomping one foot with a pout. "She's my sister!"
"..." The imp moved a little closer and carefully sniffed Hiei, looking for his origins and trying to figure out where his sister might be found. Ice? The imp shrugged and disappeared again.
It was at this point that Kurama appeared, being dragged by his tail by an imp. The kitsune wasn't happy. However, at the site of over a dozen imps - half of them either smoking, nursing burns or running around still on fire, and the other half kneeling down at Hiei's feet - he barely managed to...
"BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
...not laugh *too* hard.
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AN Just a note, because I usually don't write stuff down here... from what I know (which isn't much) A "Youko" is defined as a Fox Spirit, and therefore is a race. The name "Youko Kurama" really just means "Kurama the Fox Spirit", kind of like a title. "Kitsune" is just a Japanese word for fox, I think.
Kurama: so, *that's* how the imps came into play! I always wondered...
Hiei: MWAHAHA!!
Kurama: *slowly backs away*
Next time: An attempt to leave early ends up hair raising!
Feed an author, leave a review!
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