Okay then. Here's chapter five. Yay! I'm finally getting to the good part!
Much happiness in Nagem's world!! *dances around* Yay! Yay!
Kuronue: Don't you have a disclaimer to say?
Nagem: Hiei's saying it this time.
Hiei: Why me?
Nagem: Because I want you to. And I'll torture you endlessly if you don't.
Hiei: Fine, fine, Nagem does not own Yu Yu Hakusho or anything else.
"Hey! What's all this? I thought you said these demons were under control!"
"I thought they were! I honestly thought they were!"
Kuronue heard this last snippet of conversation as he dashed down the corridor away from the mess hall. (My luck,) he thought as he dashed out into the rock quarry where his handholds were. (That there's an important officer the day I make my escape.) The demon, whoever he had been, had done his part well by starting a very large food fight. After Kuronue had made sure that there was no one watching him, he had slipped out of the mess hall door and began to run. The sack of gold he was planning to leave for the demon slapped against his hip, and he briefly wondered if he should keep the sack for himself. Then he shook his head.
"I promised," he reminded himself. If he was going to turn over a new leaf to avoid being caught again, then he had to start somewhere. But on the same note, he pulled out several, valuable, peices of gold from the sack. Just in case. By this time, he had reached the wall where he had dug out the handholds. He took a quick glance up, gulped, and grabbed the lowest set while starting to pull himself up. He threw the bag with the payment in it to the ground as he climbed higher and higher.
"I thought I saw someone run out here." Kuronue gulped as he caught the sound of several oni officers making their way outside. He scrambled up faster, using his slightly crippled wings to help him up. He heard more shouts, and several beads of sweat made their way down his face. He was almost there, only a few more handholds left . . . when an arrow wedged itself into the space a few inches from his outstretched hand.
"Oh, shit," he mumbled. He grabbed the arrow and used it to pull himself up, ignoring the several arrows that were being fired as he did so. A few heart-pounding moments later he managed to haul his upper body onto the top of the wall. He swung one leg up, and then another, and laid flat on the wall to avoid being a target for more arrows. He looked over the to the other side. It was as smooth as the interior was before Kuronue's handholds, providing no way to get down without certian death, unless one could fly. "No wonder no one hardly ever makes it out of here alive." He spread his wings out, and pushed himself off the wall, hoping they would make some sort of a hangglider effect as he began to fall.
"I think he jumped!"
"Is he mad?"
"That's what I'm wondering," Kuronue said to himself as he continued to fall. Then he caught an updraft and managed to slow himself a little. Then there was another, and another . . . by the time he had fallen all the way down, there had been enough updrafts to keep him from killing himself by landing too hard. He looked around, and he heard doors opening. "And now, the chase."
"Are your friends always this messy?" Jeroun asked Shuichi as the two cleaned up after the party. Somehow, it had turned into an overnighter when Shizuru had gotten drunk and promptly passed out on the couch. Then, one by one, the others had fallen asleep as well, even Hiei, worn out from his sugar high. Jeroun had been amazed, amused, and scared at the same time when things had started to heat up. But Shuichi, being the gentleman his friends knew him for, had stopped everyone before things had really gotten out of hand.
"Yeah." Shuichi replied, picking up one of Shizuru's empty beer cans. It was mid-afternoon by now, they had managed to get everyone out of the house by twelve or so, and then the clean-up for Shiori's return had begun.
"So when is your mother getting home?" Jeroun asked as he knelt down to look for trash under the couch.
"Around noon tomorrow."
"Do you think we can get this done by then?"
"I'm sure we can," Shuichi replied. He was under the glass coffee table, looking for a can Yusuke said he had dropped on accident. Jeroun watched him with interest as he made his way further under the table. He smiled.
"I'm going to go put this stuff in the trash out in the kitchen," Jeroun told Shuichi. Shuichi started to nod, but then thought better of it.
"Go ahead," he said. Jeroun was in the kitchen dumping the stuff into the trash when he felt a shiver go down his spine. (Kuronue!) he thought. (I hope nothing happened to him) Just then another shiver went down his spine. He had to admit later that he had felt like a little kid as he ran out of the kitchen into the sitting room where Shuichi was still under the table.
"Kanon!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Kanon!"
"What the-?" Shuichi said, startled, and started to bring his head up to look at his friend. Big mistake. There was a crack as head met glass, and Shuichi, feeling rather Youko-ish at the moment, let out a cheerful array of words that made Jeroun stare. "What?" Shuichi demanded, very cranky, as he pulled himself out from under the table.
"I've never heard you curse before," Jeroun said.
"Sorry," Shuichi said. "I was just in a bad mood because I didn't get much sleep last night and when I hit my head. . . . "
"I understand," Jeroun told him. "It's okay."
"What were you yelling about?" Shuichi asked. "Something about Kanon, if I can remember correctly."
"I thought he was in trouble," Jeroun told Shuichi. "There was a chill down my spine, and I just thought, you know. . . . " Jeroun trailed off with a hopeful glance at Shuichi.
"I understand," Shuichi told his friend quickly. "I know what you mean."
"Thanks," Jeroun said. "Saves me a bit of explaining."
"Now, can we get back to cleaning this place up?"
"Right." I bet you all thought I was gonna end here. Nope! There's more!! Hee hee. (That was pointless)
Kuronue was tired. He had spent hours running from the onis and other various things chasing after him when he had escaped from the jail. When he had gotten to a reasonable spot away from the jail, sometime in the late afternoon, he had two arrows in him, and had nearly killed himself opening a portal to the Ningenkai. After that, he had rested for a few hours trying to regain enough energy to shift into a human form like Jeroun claimed he had. Now, even as he walked through a Ningen town without any traces of his demon self, he felt rather nervous. He had to find where this "Shuichi" was. He paused . . . he had no idea how hard this was going to be or whether or not he could even do it.
"I suppose I could just follow Jeroun's energy," he said to himself. He closed his eyes and probed around him with his own energy. He felt something, but it was very faint, almost as if the demon had been here before and had gone back rather quickly. He probed deeper. There, there it was. (About a mile away,) Kuronue thought. Then he looked up at the sky. He was no expert on Ningen time-keeping, but the fact that the sun was setting told him it was going to be dark in about ten, twenty or so minutes. He wondered how long it was going to take him to walk that mile. He walked into a nearby forest.
Kuronue shifted to his demon form as soon as he knew he was out of eyesight and earshot of anyone in the town. Using his wings to fly short distances, he cut the time it took him to "walk" the mile. Still, even allowing a few detours (Jeroun's energy signal wasn't the straightest ever) it was dark when he got to the house where he had felt Jeroun's energy come from. Climbing up the tree he had found, he peered into a window. Inside, he saw a bed with red sheets with a lump in them. He smiled. Jeroun had once described his bed as red, an extra bunch of Shuichi's sheets, he said. Jeroun had also described his human form, as not to confuse him with Shuichi. Brown hair and brown eyes, the other demon had described himself by. Once he had inched himself to the window, Kuronue unlocked it and slipped in.
The room was very plain. There was a bookshelf, a desk with a computer on it, a chest of drawers, and the bed, whose occupant hadn't moved an inch when Kuronue had come in. Kuronue wondered about letting out a burst of ki to wake Jeroun, but if what he had said was true, and Shuichi was really a demon, then he would risk waking Shuichi as well. So, instead, he went over and began to nudge the red blankets on the bed.
"Wake up, Jeroun," Kuronue muttered. "Wake up, I'm here. I told you I'd be here. Hey!" He began to shake the blankets. "Jeroun! Come on! Wake up already. I know, I should have told you I'd be here tonight, but this is stupid. You're playing a trick on me! JEROUN!!" There was a breif moan, and the covers stirred on their own. There was a burst of ki that was NOT Jeroun's, and Kuronue saw a mess of red hair peek out from under the blankets. And two large, emerald-green eyes stared at him.
Hee hee. Looks like Kuro made a mistake. Can you guess who he woke up?
Kuronue: You're evil.
Nagem: Yes, I am.
Kuronue: What kind of idea is this???
Nagem: Please review!!
Kuronue: Don't you have a disclaimer to say?
Nagem: Hiei's saying it this time.
Hiei: Why me?
Nagem: Because I want you to. And I'll torture you endlessly if you don't.
Hiei: Fine, fine, Nagem does not own Yu Yu Hakusho or anything else.
"Hey! What's all this? I thought you said these demons were under control!"
"I thought they were! I honestly thought they were!"
Kuronue heard this last snippet of conversation as he dashed down the corridor away from the mess hall. (My luck,) he thought as he dashed out into the rock quarry where his handholds were. (That there's an important officer the day I make my escape.) The demon, whoever he had been, had done his part well by starting a very large food fight. After Kuronue had made sure that there was no one watching him, he had slipped out of the mess hall door and began to run. The sack of gold he was planning to leave for the demon slapped against his hip, and he briefly wondered if he should keep the sack for himself. Then he shook his head.
"I promised," he reminded himself. If he was going to turn over a new leaf to avoid being caught again, then he had to start somewhere. But on the same note, he pulled out several, valuable, peices of gold from the sack. Just in case. By this time, he had reached the wall where he had dug out the handholds. He took a quick glance up, gulped, and grabbed the lowest set while starting to pull himself up. He threw the bag with the payment in it to the ground as he climbed higher and higher.
"I thought I saw someone run out here." Kuronue gulped as he caught the sound of several oni officers making their way outside. He scrambled up faster, using his slightly crippled wings to help him up. He heard more shouts, and several beads of sweat made their way down his face. He was almost there, only a few more handholds left . . . when an arrow wedged itself into the space a few inches from his outstretched hand.
"Oh, shit," he mumbled. He grabbed the arrow and used it to pull himself up, ignoring the several arrows that were being fired as he did so. A few heart-pounding moments later he managed to haul his upper body onto the top of the wall. He swung one leg up, and then another, and laid flat on the wall to avoid being a target for more arrows. He looked over the to the other side. It was as smooth as the interior was before Kuronue's handholds, providing no way to get down without certian death, unless one could fly. "No wonder no one hardly ever makes it out of here alive." He spread his wings out, and pushed himself off the wall, hoping they would make some sort of a hangglider effect as he began to fall.
"I think he jumped!"
"Is he mad?"
"That's what I'm wondering," Kuronue said to himself as he continued to fall. Then he caught an updraft and managed to slow himself a little. Then there was another, and another . . . by the time he had fallen all the way down, there had been enough updrafts to keep him from killing himself by landing too hard. He looked around, and he heard doors opening. "And now, the chase."
"Are your friends always this messy?" Jeroun asked Shuichi as the two cleaned up after the party. Somehow, it had turned into an overnighter when Shizuru had gotten drunk and promptly passed out on the couch. Then, one by one, the others had fallen asleep as well, even Hiei, worn out from his sugar high. Jeroun had been amazed, amused, and scared at the same time when things had started to heat up. But Shuichi, being the gentleman his friends knew him for, had stopped everyone before things had really gotten out of hand.
"Yeah." Shuichi replied, picking up one of Shizuru's empty beer cans. It was mid-afternoon by now, they had managed to get everyone out of the house by twelve or so, and then the clean-up for Shiori's return had begun.
"So when is your mother getting home?" Jeroun asked as he knelt down to look for trash under the couch.
"Around noon tomorrow."
"Do you think we can get this done by then?"
"I'm sure we can," Shuichi replied. He was under the glass coffee table, looking for a can Yusuke said he had dropped on accident. Jeroun watched him with interest as he made his way further under the table. He smiled.
"I'm going to go put this stuff in the trash out in the kitchen," Jeroun told Shuichi. Shuichi started to nod, but then thought better of it.
"Go ahead," he said. Jeroun was in the kitchen dumping the stuff into the trash when he felt a shiver go down his spine. (Kuronue!) he thought. (I hope nothing happened to him) Just then another shiver went down his spine. He had to admit later that he had felt like a little kid as he ran out of the kitchen into the sitting room where Shuichi was still under the table.
"Kanon!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Kanon!"
"What the-?" Shuichi said, startled, and started to bring his head up to look at his friend. Big mistake. There was a crack as head met glass, and Shuichi, feeling rather Youko-ish at the moment, let out a cheerful array of words that made Jeroun stare. "What?" Shuichi demanded, very cranky, as he pulled himself out from under the table.
"I've never heard you curse before," Jeroun said.
"Sorry," Shuichi said. "I was just in a bad mood because I didn't get much sleep last night and when I hit my head. . . . "
"I understand," Jeroun told him. "It's okay."
"What were you yelling about?" Shuichi asked. "Something about Kanon, if I can remember correctly."
"I thought he was in trouble," Jeroun told Shuichi. "There was a chill down my spine, and I just thought, you know. . . . " Jeroun trailed off with a hopeful glance at Shuichi.
"I understand," Shuichi told his friend quickly. "I know what you mean."
"Thanks," Jeroun said. "Saves me a bit of explaining."
"Now, can we get back to cleaning this place up?"
"Right." I bet you all thought I was gonna end here. Nope! There's more!! Hee hee. (That was pointless)
Kuronue was tired. He had spent hours running from the onis and other various things chasing after him when he had escaped from the jail. When he had gotten to a reasonable spot away from the jail, sometime in the late afternoon, he had two arrows in him, and had nearly killed himself opening a portal to the Ningenkai. After that, he had rested for a few hours trying to regain enough energy to shift into a human form like Jeroun claimed he had. Now, even as he walked through a Ningen town without any traces of his demon self, he felt rather nervous. He had to find where this "Shuichi" was. He paused . . . he had no idea how hard this was going to be or whether or not he could even do it.
"I suppose I could just follow Jeroun's energy," he said to himself. He closed his eyes and probed around him with his own energy. He felt something, but it was very faint, almost as if the demon had been here before and had gone back rather quickly. He probed deeper. There, there it was. (About a mile away,) Kuronue thought. Then he looked up at the sky. He was no expert on Ningen time-keeping, but the fact that the sun was setting told him it was going to be dark in about ten, twenty or so minutes. He wondered how long it was going to take him to walk that mile. He walked into a nearby forest.
Kuronue shifted to his demon form as soon as he knew he was out of eyesight and earshot of anyone in the town. Using his wings to fly short distances, he cut the time it took him to "walk" the mile. Still, even allowing a few detours (Jeroun's energy signal wasn't the straightest ever) it was dark when he got to the house where he had felt Jeroun's energy come from. Climbing up the tree he had found, he peered into a window. Inside, he saw a bed with red sheets with a lump in them. He smiled. Jeroun had once described his bed as red, an extra bunch of Shuichi's sheets, he said. Jeroun had also described his human form, as not to confuse him with Shuichi. Brown hair and brown eyes, the other demon had described himself by. Once he had inched himself to the window, Kuronue unlocked it and slipped in.
The room was very plain. There was a bookshelf, a desk with a computer on it, a chest of drawers, and the bed, whose occupant hadn't moved an inch when Kuronue had come in. Kuronue wondered about letting out a burst of ki to wake Jeroun, but if what he had said was true, and Shuichi was really a demon, then he would risk waking Shuichi as well. So, instead, he went over and began to nudge the red blankets on the bed.
"Wake up, Jeroun," Kuronue muttered. "Wake up, I'm here. I told you I'd be here. Hey!" He began to shake the blankets. "Jeroun! Come on! Wake up already. I know, I should have told you I'd be here tonight, but this is stupid. You're playing a trick on me! JEROUN!!" There was a breif moan, and the covers stirred on their own. There was a burst of ki that was NOT Jeroun's, and Kuronue saw a mess of red hair peek out from under the blankets. And two large, emerald-green eyes stared at him.
Hee hee. Looks like Kuro made a mistake. Can you guess who he woke up?
Kuronue: You're evil.
Nagem: Yes, I am.
Kuronue: What kind of idea is this???
Nagem: Please review!!