Disclaimer: The characters are mine. I will do what I wish with them. *runs from the authorities*
AN Yay! I've actually continued this story reletivly quickly. Please ignore all previous and future spelling mistakes. And don't worry about this making any sense, I've givin up on that a long time ago. Please, enjoy - although this isn't quite as funny as I thought it owuld end up being. *sighs* Oh well. Just review, ne?
*shameless begging* Please read/review my story Her Misfit.
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PART II
Chapter 1
MY BABY! (SMACK)
The bedroom looked normal enough. There was a large desk with textbooks stacked neatly on it. A bookshelf with many novels lining the shelves, most of the books still in perfect condition. A closet was open next to the desk, showing a colorful array of identical pink school uniforms. And of course, a bed.
The bed was currently occupied by two figures. Both were very small, seemingly children. But well, looks can be deceiving. Becase we all know that no ten year old child would be stupid enough to sit next to a random demon that had attacked him in the middle of the street. No, no. These two figures were much older then they looked.
One figure, seemingly the younger of the two, was lying down on the bed. Being unconscious, it was only logical for him to be lying down. A bit of drool was dripping down his chin and a small wet patch on his yellow checked pajamas indicated he had been drooling for quite some time.
The second form was sitting as still as a statue, staring at the first with abnormally large green eyes. A head full of bright red hair blocked the most of his features, and his pink school uniform seemed to be just the right color to match his hair, instead of clashing horribly.
The green eyed, red haired boy began to grow impatient. "Wake up!" He whined, thus revealing his age with a squeeky "I've yet to go through puberty (so don't laugh at me)" ten year old voice.
One eye of the unconscious, drooling demon fluttered - as though trying to dismiss the voice as a dream.
"Shuuichi!"
The green eyed boy tensed, before running to the door of his bedroom and opening it. "Hai, 'Kassa?"
"I'm going to the store, would you like to come with me?"
Shuuichi glanced back at the small body lying on his bed. It twitched.
"No thanks, 'Kassan. I have some more homework to do."
"Alright, be good. I'll be back in two hours."
The voice of this "'Kassan" fadded, muttering things to herself about what sorts of things she needed to get from the store. A moment later the sounds of a door opening and closing were heard. About that time, Shuuichi had returned to staring at the figure on his bed. Two red eyes suddenly snapped open and Shuuichi nearly screamed in joy.
"MY BABY!"
He pounced, the second boy being reduced to a small lump of flattened and flailing limbs.
"GET OFF!"
"You're alive! You're okay! You're safe!" Shuuichi chanted, still clining to the still flailing boy.
"Who the hell are you?"
SMACK!
"You watch your mouth, young man!" Shuuichi scolded. "I did *not* raise you for you to be reduced to some lower class beast! And on that note, what in the world did you do to your head, Hiei? Getting the Jagan! What are you, stupid? I told you I'd find you!"
The boy, having now been revealed as Hiei allowed his red eyes to widened in shock, one hand moving to cradle his red cheek. "I was just-" he started to explain, trying to quell the rage of the ten year old human sitting on his chest.
"And *what* arey ou doing in Ningenkai?" Shuuichi continued, standing up and placing his small hands on his pink-clad hips. "Not that I'm not happy you're safe, but really! I taught you better then to go flaunting around like this!"
The small red headed boy continued ranting to a beweildered Hiei. About this time the demon realized he was wearing clothes that he had most deffinetly not been wearing the day before. He also finally realized that the drool previously dripping down his face had dried into a strangely smelling pasty ...thing. But before he could do anything, Shuuichi had scooped him up and dumpped him into a large basin of water.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"Oh stop your whining!" Shuuichi grumbled, expertly peeling off Hiei's yellow checked pajamas. "You think you would have grown up since you were two years old but noooo... those theives must have really stunted the progress I had made with you. Four hundred years old and still whining about a little bath!"
Hiei's eyes narrowed and his ki level spiked dangerously. "Just who the he-" he faultered for a moment, remembering what had happened the last time he swore. "Who are you?" He finally asked.
"I'm Kurama!"
"..."
"I raised you!"
"...?"
Shuuichi, no, Kurama sighed and began throwing buckets of water over Hiei's hair, a weak attempt to flatten the still spiky locks. "You called me 'Mama'." He explained. "I found you the very day you had been thrown off the Koorime island. You were the strangest little demon, but very powerful. Youkai would come from all over Makai to challange you. You also had many dreams about peanuts and enjoyed burning things, especially imps..." He paused. "How are those imps anyway? Still working for you?"
Hiei's eyes narrowed. "Mama died!" He declared stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest stubbornly as Kurama hauled him from the tub and began expertly drying and redressing him. "Stupid told me so! Besides, Mama is old! Lots older then you!"
SMACK! "OW!!"
"I am *not* old! Six hundred and forty-seven is not old!"
"..."
SMACK!
"Don't you give me that look!" Kurama frowned at the little demon that was nearly the same size as him. He tossed the little boy back onto the bed, this time wearing white pajamas decorated with rainbows and unicorms. "Now, get some sleep." The red head paused a moment to reach out into comeplete nothing. A moment later a small stuffed rabbit that looked like it had seen many better days appeared in his hand. He handed the rabbit to Hiei and tucked the dmon into the bed so he could have no chance to escape.
"You kept Mr. Fuzzy-Tail?" Hiei asked, completely shaken. It was clear he wasn't thinking straight. because if he was, the red haired 'human' sitting next to him would be a small pile of bloody body parts. Instead, Hiei simply cradled the threadabre creature to his chest and fell into a deep sleep.
He woke up with his sences back in place and quickly fled out the open window later that night.
It would be six years of staring at that stuffed rabbit before his curosity got the better of him. Six... long... years...
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Kurama: *squeels in joy* MY BABY!
Hiei: *petting Mr. Fuzzy-Tail* I'm not insane, I'm not insane... this story isn't really continuing, I'm not insane...
Kurama: *huggs*
NEXT TIME: Hiei learns just how Mama-like Kurama can be.
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AN Yay! I've actually continued this story reletivly quickly. Please ignore all previous and future spelling mistakes. And don't worry about this making any sense, I've givin up on that a long time ago. Please, enjoy - although this isn't quite as funny as I thought it owuld end up being. *sighs* Oh well. Just review, ne?
*shameless begging* Please read/review my story Her Misfit.
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PART II
Chapter 1
MY BABY! (SMACK)
The bedroom looked normal enough. There was a large desk with textbooks stacked neatly on it. A bookshelf with many novels lining the shelves, most of the books still in perfect condition. A closet was open next to the desk, showing a colorful array of identical pink school uniforms. And of course, a bed.
The bed was currently occupied by two figures. Both were very small, seemingly children. But well, looks can be deceiving. Becase we all know that no ten year old child would be stupid enough to sit next to a random demon that had attacked him in the middle of the street. No, no. These two figures were much older then they looked.
One figure, seemingly the younger of the two, was lying down on the bed. Being unconscious, it was only logical for him to be lying down. A bit of drool was dripping down his chin and a small wet patch on his yellow checked pajamas indicated he had been drooling for quite some time.
The second form was sitting as still as a statue, staring at the first with abnormally large green eyes. A head full of bright red hair blocked the most of his features, and his pink school uniform seemed to be just the right color to match his hair, instead of clashing horribly.
The green eyed, red haired boy began to grow impatient. "Wake up!" He whined, thus revealing his age with a squeeky "I've yet to go through puberty (so don't laugh at me)" ten year old voice.
One eye of the unconscious, drooling demon fluttered - as though trying to dismiss the voice as a dream.
"Shuuichi!"
The green eyed boy tensed, before running to the door of his bedroom and opening it. "Hai, 'Kassa?"
"I'm going to the store, would you like to come with me?"
Shuuichi glanced back at the small body lying on his bed. It twitched.
"No thanks, 'Kassan. I have some more homework to do."
"Alright, be good. I'll be back in two hours."
The voice of this "'Kassan" fadded, muttering things to herself about what sorts of things she needed to get from the store. A moment later the sounds of a door opening and closing were heard. About that time, Shuuichi had returned to staring at the figure on his bed. Two red eyes suddenly snapped open and Shuuichi nearly screamed in joy.
"MY BABY!"
He pounced, the second boy being reduced to a small lump of flattened and flailing limbs.
"GET OFF!"
"You're alive! You're okay! You're safe!" Shuuichi chanted, still clining to the still flailing boy.
"Who the hell are you?"
SMACK!
"You watch your mouth, young man!" Shuuichi scolded. "I did *not* raise you for you to be reduced to some lower class beast! And on that note, what in the world did you do to your head, Hiei? Getting the Jagan! What are you, stupid? I told you I'd find you!"
The boy, having now been revealed as Hiei allowed his red eyes to widened in shock, one hand moving to cradle his red cheek. "I was just-" he started to explain, trying to quell the rage of the ten year old human sitting on his chest.
"And *what* arey ou doing in Ningenkai?" Shuuichi continued, standing up and placing his small hands on his pink-clad hips. "Not that I'm not happy you're safe, but really! I taught you better then to go flaunting around like this!"
The small red headed boy continued ranting to a beweildered Hiei. About this time the demon realized he was wearing clothes that he had most deffinetly not been wearing the day before. He also finally realized that the drool previously dripping down his face had dried into a strangely smelling pasty ...thing. But before he could do anything, Shuuichi had scooped him up and dumpped him into a large basin of water.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"Oh stop your whining!" Shuuichi grumbled, expertly peeling off Hiei's yellow checked pajamas. "You think you would have grown up since you were two years old but noooo... those theives must have really stunted the progress I had made with you. Four hundred years old and still whining about a little bath!"
Hiei's eyes narrowed and his ki level spiked dangerously. "Just who the he-" he faultered for a moment, remembering what had happened the last time he swore. "Who are you?" He finally asked.
"I'm Kurama!"
"..."
"I raised you!"
"...?"
Shuuichi, no, Kurama sighed and began throwing buckets of water over Hiei's hair, a weak attempt to flatten the still spiky locks. "You called me 'Mama'." He explained. "I found you the very day you had been thrown off the Koorime island. You were the strangest little demon, but very powerful. Youkai would come from all over Makai to challange you. You also had many dreams about peanuts and enjoyed burning things, especially imps..." He paused. "How are those imps anyway? Still working for you?"
Hiei's eyes narrowed. "Mama died!" He declared stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest stubbornly as Kurama hauled him from the tub and began expertly drying and redressing him. "Stupid told me so! Besides, Mama is old! Lots older then you!"
SMACK! "OW!!"
"I am *not* old! Six hundred and forty-seven is not old!"
"..."
SMACK!
"Don't you give me that look!" Kurama frowned at the little demon that was nearly the same size as him. He tossed the little boy back onto the bed, this time wearing white pajamas decorated with rainbows and unicorms. "Now, get some sleep." The red head paused a moment to reach out into comeplete nothing. A moment later a small stuffed rabbit that looked like it had seen many better days appeared in his hand. He handed the rabbit to Hiei and tucked the dmon into the bed so he could have no chance to escape.
"You kept Mr. Fuzzy-Tail?" Hiei asked, completely shaken. It was clear he wasn't thinking straight. because if he was, the red haired 'human' sitting next to him would be a small pile of bloody body parts. Instead, Hiei simply cradled the threadabre creature to his chest and fell into a deep sleep.
He woke up with his sences back in place and quickly fled out the open window later that night.
It would be six years of staring at that stuffed rabbit before his curosity got the better of him. Six... long... years...
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Kurama: *squeels in joy* MY BABY!
Hiei: *petting Mr. Fuzzy-Tail* I'm not insane, I'm not insane... this story isn't really continuing, I'm not insane...
Kurama: *huggs*
NEXT TIME: Hiei learns just how Mama-like Kurama can be.
.