"YOU'RE DEAD BOY!!!!!!!" Apparently, Uncle Vernon had discovered the hole
in his house. More appropriately, what used to be his house. Only Harry's
bedroom remained in decent shape. The kitchen, however, was in pristine
condition. Yuusuke definitely had his priorities straight.
"..shit." Harry mumbled. "It's been nice knowing you guys." Downstairs, Uncle Vernon rampaged around like a hippo that just realized someone had stolen its Eggo waffles. Yuusuke paled, but shook his head, determined. "It's not over yet. Harry, stick with Kurama. Hiei, get his stuff." Hiei started to argue, but Yuusuke gave him a glare that plainly said: I could crush you, little man. Hiei decided to save his complaints for a time when Yuusuke was looking less homicidal, and zipped off, hurriedly stuffing Harry's things, including Hedwig, into a large wooden trunk.
Dragged along by Kurama, Harry wondered out loud: "Where are we going?" Kurama whispered back "No time." Harry was confused, but as they reached the head of the stairs, he understood why. Uncle Vernon was standing at the foot of the stairs, one of his ancient hunting rifles pointed straight at them. "Rose Whip!" Kurama commanded, drawing a rose form his hair. Harry watched, amazed, as the stem extended and wrapped itself around the barrel of Uncle Vernon's gun, wrenching it from his grasp. It hovered in the air a second, then fell, hitting Uncle Vernon squarely on the head. Uncle Vernon crumpled slowly to the ground, clearly unconscious. "What kind of fertilizer does he use?" Harry wondered, as he slid down the banister. So engrossed in his vision of man eating plants, Harry didn't notice the knob at the end of the banister until it slammed, full force, into his groin. He let out a shriek inaudible to human ears, making Kurama wince and cover his ears. Hiei, passing by with Harry's trunk effortlessly balanced on one palm, slapped Harry upside the head, forcing his torso further into the decorative protuberance. Harry moaned and toppled sideways.
"Hiei!" Kurama scolded. Hiei shrugged. "Sorry. It was so easy. He's too weak." Yuusuke appeared in the doorway, mildly angry. "It appears you guys are having fun. Now come on!" Picking up the still spasming Harry, he turned and walked out. With identical unhappy sighs, Hiei and Kurama followed him out.
Heh. That wasn't very funny. Gomen. Oh well, I'll try to make up for it in the next chapter!
"..shit." Harry mumbled. "It's been nice knowing you guys." Downstairs, Uncle Vernon rampaged around like a hippo that just realized someone had stolen its Eggo waffles. Yuusuke paled, but shook his head, determined. "It's not over yet. Harry, stick with Kurama. Hiei, get his stuff." Hiei started to argue, but Yuusuke gave him a glare that plainly said: I could crush you, little man. Hiei decided to save his complaints for a time when Yuusuke was looking less homicidal, and zipped off, hurriedly stuffing Harry's things, including Hedwig, into a large wooden trunk.
Dragged along by Kurama, Harry wondered out loud: "Where are we going?" Kurama whispered back "No time." Harry was confused, but as they reached the head of the stairs, he understood why. Uncle Vernon was standing at the foot of the stairs, one of his ancient hunting rifles pointed straight at them. "Rose Whip!" Kurama commanded, drawing a rose form his hair. Harry watched, amazed, as the stem extended and wrapped itself around the barrel of Uncle Vernon's gun, wrenching it from his grasp. It hovered in the air a second, then fell, hitting Uncle Vernon squarely on the head. Uncle Vernon crumpled slowly to the ground, clearly unconscious. "What kind of fertilizer does he use?" Harry wondered, as he slid down the banister. So engrossed in his vision of man eating plants, Harry didn't notice the knob at the end of the banister until it slammed, full force, into his groin. He let out a shriek inaudible to human ears, making Kurama wince and cover his ears. Hiei, passing by with Harry's trunk effortlessly balanced on one palm, slapped Harry upside the head, forcing his torso further into the decorative protuberance. Harry moaned and toppled sideways.
"Hiei!" Kurama scolded. Hiei shrugged. "Sorry. It was so easy. He's too weak." Yuusuke appeared in the doorway, mildly angry. "It appears you guys are having fun. Now come on!" Picking up the still spasming Harry, he turned and walked out. With identical unhappy sighs, Hiei and Kurama followed him out.
Heh. That wasn't very funny. Gomen. Oh well, I'll try to make up for it in the next chapter!