I wrote this up on paper two days ago, I figure I'll type it now. ^_^
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply. I don't own Jim the Hobo either! I love Jim the Hobo, guys.
Chapter Two
Much applause. For fallen comrade Captain Pretty lives again!
"Risen like a phoenix from the ashes, once more to bring forth plague and terror upon the innocence that is youth . . ." Hiei trailed off poetically. Everyone stared at him in unison.
"Um. . . Hiei?" Yusuke ventured.
"Yes?"
". . . . . . . . . . . . never mind. . ."
"DO NOT QUESTION THE HERBALLY ESSENCE LORD!"
"Okie dokie." Yusuke agreed simply. Kurama was growing bored of the idiocy engulfing his friends. Captain Pretty had an idea.
"General Ugly!" he snapped.
"Yeff Caffin!" Kuwabara gurgled through a mouthful of dirt. Gods know where that came from.
"I wish for you to fetch me Lord Jim, General." Kurama spoke softly and slowly, because his friend was stupid. He already had a mouthful of dirt. Mustn't push it.
General Ugly spit out a seemingly endless amount of dirt, directly onto our spiky-haired little friend who was conveniently located right next to him. "But Captain!" Kuwabara protested, "That's suicide!"
Hiei breathed a long, slow, drawn-out sigh. "That, General, is a chance we must take."
Kurama nodded.
"Furthermore, there is an earthworm on my face."
Kurama nodded again.
"If you want your life. . ." he paused. "take the suicide mission!"
"RUN AWAAAAAAAAAY!" Kurama shrieked, diving into Hiei's large pile of herbal essence. A few minutes passed by, all of them staring at each other. Then, slowly, Kurama poked his head out from the depths of his hiding place.
"Are we quite finished, Captain?" Hiei asked calmly. Kuwabara nodded, for no reason in particular.
"Yes. Sorry. Old fox habits returning . . ." Kurama explained, a bit embarrassed. Yusuke suddenly stood up, and looked at his wrist.
"I'M LATE!" he announced, and dove out the window. No one really noticed that he wasn't wearing a watch. The rest of his idiot friends just stood there. Kurama turned slowly, deliberately, to glare at Hiei. Hiei glared back.
Kurama cringed. "YOU!" he bellowed, louder than even he had expected, scaring the hell out of Hiei, who had been daydreaming anyway. "You! Youkai! How knowest we that you areth of the Bambooie Squirrels . . . ith?"
Hiei blinked. "Kurama . . . what the hell are you talking about?"
"LIIIIIIIIIIES!" Kurama shrieked, causing a girlish scream to escape Kuwabara.
"To the Sun God?" Kurama suggested, as he always had enjoyed using the Sun God as an interrogation method.
"To the pies!" Kuwabara agreed whole-heartedly.
"To the Sun God!" Kurama marched happily over to the light switch.
Meanwhile . . .
Yusuke slid on a pair of sunglasses that do nothing for his appearance whatsoever. Looking back and forth shiftily, he slipped into a Makai portal.
"I'm free!" he proclaimed. A rogue pack of demons threw peanuts at him until he ran. Walking up a lonely Makai path, surrounded by thick twisted trees and dense foliage, he arrived at a hotdog stand. Slipping off his glasses in a secretive manner, he nonchalantly flipped the little 'closed' sign to 'open.' With a grin, he opened a secret-y compartment-y type deal, obviously designed to hold hotdogs. From it he pulled out a planting pot . . . in it a disturbingly familiar looking plant . . .
Back to the other ones . . .
Flipping the fan switch on and off, on and off . . . laughing hysterically . . . was our very own Captain Pretty. Spinning in uncontrollable circles was Hiei, and much of Kurama's furniture was charred and/or burning. Kuwabara was running around striking noble poses, and putting out the furniture. A few more minutes of this passes by, and Hiei is far too disoriented to continue burning things. So this leaves Kuwabara to think about whatever he pleases, as there's no more work for him. Kurama was having a blast.
"Hey, Captain Pretty?"
"What?!" Kurama snapped, flicking the switch 'on' and leaving it there.
"Aren't we supposed to, you know, ask him stuff?"
"Interrogate him?"
"Gazuhntite."
With a sigh, Kurama mouthed "o-kaaay" and turned off the fan. Hiei blinked away his swirly eyes and swore drunkenly at Kurama, though no one was really listening.
"All right, then," Kurama regained his composure. "Where were you on the night of yesterday?!" he demanded.
"I'll bleeping cut off your bleeping tongue if you don't stop with the bleeping questions!" Hiei shouted, staring at Kuwabara.
Kuwabara was shocked. "Why do you insult Captain Pretty? PAY!" he shouted, lunging at Hiei with his spirit sword flailing about the room recklessly.
Hiei closed his eyes and waited for pain, and to his surprise he plopped to the floor.
"Yay! I'm free!" he announced.
"Aww," Kuwabara mumbled sadly, upon realizing that he'd completely missed his target and instead cut him loose. An argument ensued. Kurama argued that Hiei was officially a captured soldier of war. Hiei insisted that he was only a rabid dog, and that he couldn't even understand what Kurama was saying. Of course, Kuwabara didn't want to be left out of this heated discussion, so he argued that he should get a do-over.
After awhile Kurama revoked Hiei's herbal essences privileges, and Hiei was forced to hop back into his ceiling fan prison. And after much whining . . . Kuwabara got his do-over.
"You'll never take me!" Hiei shouted, puffing out his chest proudly and waiting to die. Of course Kuwabara missed again, and cut him loose.
"Yay! I mean, um, woof!" Hiei announced, "I'm a dog!"
~*~*~*~*
Uhhhm. . . don't throw things at me! I was going to make this chapter longer, but you know, I found it saved and I wanted to add some and my inspiration was like "meeh?" And so that's what you get. It's tough living up to PH1! SO THERE!
~Ryuu~
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply. I don't own Jim the Hobo either! I love Jim the Hobo, guys.
Chapter Two
Much applause. For fallen comrade Captain Pretty lives again!
"Risen like a phoenix from the ashes, once more to bring forth plague and terror upon the innocence that is youth . . ." Hiei trailed off poetically. Everyone stared at him in unison.
"Um. . . Hiei?" Yusuke ventured.
"Yes?"
". . . . . . . . . . . . never mind. . ."
"DO NOT QUESTION THE HERBALLY ESSENCE LORD!"
"Okie dokie." Yusuke agreed simply. Kurama was growing bored of the idiocy engulfing his friends. Captain Pretty had an idea.
"General Ugly!" he snapped.
"Yeff Caffin!" Kuwabara gurgled through a mouthful of dirt. Gods know where that came from.
"I wish for you to fetch me Lord Jim, General." Kurama spoke softly and slowly, because his friend was stupid. He already had a mouthful of dirt. Mustn't push it.
General Ugly spit out a seemingly endless amount of dirt, directly onto our spiky-haired little friend who was conveniently located right next to him. "But Captain!" Kuwabara protested, "That's suicide!"
Hiei breathed a long, slow, drawn-out sigh. "That, General, is a chance we must take."
Kurama nodded.
"Furthermore, there is an earthworm on my face."
Kurama nodded again.
"If you want your life. . ." he paused. "take the suicide mission!"
"RUN AWAAAAAAAAAY!" Kurama shrieked, diving into Hiei's large pile of herbal essence. A few minutes passed by, all of them staring at each other. Then, slowly, Kurama poked his head out from the depths of his hiding place.
"Are we quite finished, Captain?" Hiei asked calmly. Kuwabara nodded, for no reason in particular.
"Yes. Sorry. Old fox habits returning . . ." Kurama explained, a bit embarrassed. Yusuke suddenly stood up, and looked at his wrist.
"I'M LATE!" he announced, and dove out the window. No one really noticed that he wasn't wearing a watch. The rest of his idiot friends just stood there. Kurama turned slowly, deliberately, to glare at Hiei. Hiei glared back.
Kurama cringed. "YOU!" he bellowed, louder than even he had expected, scaring the hell out of Hiei, who had been daydreaming anyway. "You! Youkai! How knowest we that you areth of the Bambooie Squirrels . . . ith?"
Hiei blinked. "Kurama . . . what the hell are you talking about?"
"LIIIIIIIIIIES!" Kurama shrieked, causing a girlish scream to escape Kuwabara.
"To the Sun God?" Kurama suggested, as he always had enjoyed using the Sun God as an interrogation method.
"To the pies!" Kuwabara agreed whole-heartedly.
"To the Sun God!" Kurama marched happily over to the light switch.
Meanwhile . . .
Yusuke slid on a pair of sunglasses that do nothing for his appearance whatsoever. Looking back and forth shiftily, he slipped into a Makai portal.
"I'm free!" he proclaimed. A rogue pack of demons threw peanuts at him until he ran. Walking up a lonely Makai path, surrounded by thick twisted trees and dense foliage, he arrived at a hotdog stand. Slipping off his glasses in a secretive manner, he nonchalantly flipped the little 'closed' sign to 'open.' With a grin, he opened a secret-y compartment-y type deal, obviously designed to hold hotdogs. From it he pulled out a planting pot . . . in it a disturbingly familiar looking plant . . .
Back to the other ones . . .
Flipping the fan switch on and off, on and off . . . laughing hysterically . . . was our very own Captain Pretty. Spinning in uncontrollable circles was Hiei, and much of Kurama's furniture was charred and/or burning. Kuwabara was running around striking noble poses, and putting out the furniture. A few more minutes of this passes by, and Hiei is far too disoriented to continue burning things. So this leaves Kuwabara to think about whatever he pleases, as there's no more work for him. Kurama was having a blast.
"Hey, Captain Pretty?"
"What?!" Kurama snapped, flicking the switch 'on' and leaving it there.
"Aren't we supposed to, you know, ask him stuff?"
"Interrogate him?"
"Gazuhntite."
With a sigh, Kurama mouthed "o-kaaay" and turned off the fan. Hiei blinked away his swirly eyes and swore drunkenly at Kurama, though no one was really listening.
"All right, then," Kurama regained his composure. "Where were you on the night of yesterday?!" he demanded.
"I'll bleeping cut off your bleeping tongue if you don't stop with the bleeping questions!" Hiei shouted, staring at Kuwabara.
Kuwabara was shocked. "Why do you insult Captain Pretty? PAY!" he shouted, lunging at Hiei with his spirit sword flailing about the room recklessly.
Hiei closed his eyes and waited for pain, and to his surprise he plopped to the floor.
"Yay! I'm free!" he announced.
"Aww," Kuwabara mumbled sadly, upon realizing that he'd completely missed his target and instead cut him loose. An argument ensued. Kurama argued that Hiei was officially a captured soldier of war. Hiei insisted that he was only a rabid dog, and that he couldn't even understand what Kurama was saying. Of course, Kuwabara didn't want to be left out of this heated discussion, so he argued that he should get a do-over.
After awhile Kurama revoked Hiei's herbal essences privileges, and Hiei was forced to hop back into his ceiling fan prison. And after much whining . . . Kuwabara got his do-over.
"You'll never take me!" Hiei shouted, puffing out his chest proudly and waiting to die. Of course Kuwabara missed again, and cut him loose.
"Yay! I mean, um, woof!" Hiei announced, "I'm a dog!"
~*~*~*~*
Uhhhm. . . don't throw things at me! I was going to make this chapter longer, but you know, I found it saved and I wanted to add some and my inspiration was like "meeh?" And so that's what you get. It's tough living up to PH1! SO THERE!
~Ryuu~
