Um... I don't have anything to say, so I'll just answer my reviews... ^^;;
jadewtch: Thank you! My first A+ in like... ever... O_O
kouga__luver: yes, you can have Hiei. Like you didn't already know...
Kittengrl39: Well, I was just trying to make Kurama seem like the helping guy he is in the Ningenkai. I guess I made him overly nice. Heheh. Oh well, I'll just work withy that, then. ^^
Mr. Me: Yep. I couldn't just let a cute couple like this get lost in my recycling bin of no return! ::shutter::
Title: The Dark Side
Chapter: 3 [A New Accquantince]
By: Hiei_mi
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I have almost no money left. I locked myself out of my house. It's raining. My groceries were soggy. Best yet, I was wet. Freezing, starving, and wet. Someone REALLY didn't like me.
A black blur caught the attention of my eyes. I turned to face it, but it was flying by too fast to keep much track of. Was it going to... Kurama's house? Was he holding some kind of satanic ritual or something...? As much as I wish I could, I couldn't imagine that. I laughed inwardly, and raced after the streak of black that was whizzing by. Even after I lost track of it, I knew where Kurama's house was, so I ran forward anyway. When I reached the back of Kurama's house, I saw a black haired youkai in a trenchcoat. He was watching Kurama do his homework through the clear glass window. He was standing on a branch, and he seemed pretty content, like he was used to it, standing there. I think he had been on Kurama's team in the Ankoku Bujuutsukai. From what I recall, his name is Hiei.
His head turned to the side, and his crimson eyes darted down to me. It was intimidating, but I wanted to see what he was doing at Kurama's, so I stood ground. If he was Kurama's ally, he was my enemy.
"What business do you have here?" The youkai pulled out his sword when I didn't answer. I saw Kurama's green eyes peek through the window to see what the ruckus was. He didn't seem the slightest bit surprised to see Hiei there, but as his emerald orbs lingered over to his sword, he jumped up over to the window. He opened it, and grabbed at the back of Hiei's trenchcoat, as he was about to lunge at me. I winced for a second. I sighed and quickly regained my posture.
"Hiei! Don't! He's a friend!" Kurama struggled trying to restrain the little fireball(literally).
"He's from the Ankoku Bujutsukai!" Hiei growled.
"But he also helped me out, remember!" Hiei calmed down a bit, and eyed his friend.
"Ok, I'm going to let you go, and DON'T MOVE, ok?" Kurama carefully put the arms he was holding together down. He seemed releived when Hiei only glared. I had to admit, so was I.
"Hiei, Shishi, why don't you guys come up here?" He added "Use the door." Who wouldn't? I glanced at the grumbling youkai. Him.
"Oh, hello there! You must be Shuichi's friends. I'm Shiori, Shuichi's mother. Please, come in," The middle-aged woman let way for us. I stepped forth, and kicked off my sandals. Hiei trudged up the steps, which I assumed led up to Kurama's room. I bowed to Shiori, and followed him.
Kurama's room was beige, with dark red plush carpeting. Potted plants were aligned on the windowsill. A small, yet durable, desk had been wedged in a corner. A full bed with a gold and burgundy comforter was centered on the left wall. Forest green pillows had been scattered at the top. It suited Kurama well, actually. Over-classy, and way too popular. Seriously, this type of room looked like it would be found in a magazine.
"Shishi? Shishi!?" I snapped out of my daze and stared blankly at Kurama. I looked so stupid. I know it. I didn't want to look stupid in front of him. I would not show my weaknesses.
"What?" I asked in an overly-sweet voice.
"Um... you know Hiei right?" The short koorime looked at me. No he glared at me. That's the only look he had given me since we met(for the second time). Even with his teammates, he didn't act like this. He was always glaring at people, but it was never really full of hate. He cared about his friends, as much as he would like to disagree. Why was I so different? What does he have against me?
"Yes, of course," I glared down at him. If he was going to be mean, then I'd be mean right back! Kurama seemed to notice the tension between us.
"Shishi, why are you here?" He asked politley. I had forgotten completely why I was here until he had brought it up. I didn't want to sound stupid. How to put it...?
"He locked himself out of his house," Hiei smirked at me from behind Kurama. He was sitting in a computer chair that was set in front of the desk. Kurama looked back at him, then turned back to me.
"Why didn't you just break in?" I didn't even think of that... and here I was, in front of my arch nemesis, dripping wet. Why did he always outsmart me? It's not like I was stupid. There were brains behind this pretty face. It was only around him that I acted like this. Around Suzuki I was always witty. So, why was it different around him?
"I just... didn't want to have to pay for my door afterward," Well, that was lame. Hiei scoffed. I couldn't blame him, though. I would too.
"Oh, ok... why don't you just stay here until the rain stops?" Hiei perked up.
"What if the rain lasts all night?"
"That's doubtful, Hiei. Even if it does, he can just stay the night"
"Can I stay too?" What? It's not like I was going to kill him. I still needed my fangirls, and killing the man of their affections, was no way to go about it.
"Of course. I wouldn't expect you to go out in this weather. I'm surprised you'd want to stay, though. You don't usually," He glanced at Hiei, but shrugged whatever he was thinking off. You know what? He was starting to seriously annoy me. Had he ASKED me if I wanted to stay? Wait, no. Everyone had to love the great Kurama. Something was flying at me. I nearly didn't catch it, as I was off-gaurd, but managed to snatch it out of the air. It was a white towel, worn from use. I looked up to see Kurama tossing one to Hiei. He dried off his hair roughly. With all the torture he put his hair through, you would think that it would be messy, but no. His hair was the same as it was before. Oddly enough, his hair seemed to stay the same no matter what. I'd have to ask him what he did to it, someday. I pulled out the hair-band that held my hair together. My hair fell down, rolling halfway down my upper arm. Before taking the old cloth to my hair, I opened my mouth.
"Kurama. I need a brush. I hope you don't expect me to-" my outstretched hand was curled around something cold and metal. I opened my eyes to see Kurama smiling at me.
"Happy?" He laughed a bit and pointed to the metal brush he had put into my hand. I nodded slightly, and began to dry my hair off. I kept the towel on my head, and quickly crouched in fornt of Kurama's big golden mirror. I wasn't exactly the prettiest when my hair was messy, and I didn't like it being made fun of. I heard a chuckle from Kurama's spot on his bed. I hunched up my shoulders. Here we go again. Make fun of Shishi. I knew I would... er, change if he said what I thought he would. And I definitly didn't look pretty then.
"A little self-concious, are we?" Kurama smiled at me. What? That's all? I blinked. Ok, so he didn't make fun of me. I hope he didn't think I owed him anything, now. I glared at him. I had to get my point across.
"Alright. I get it. I'll shut up," Kurama smiled, and went back to fifnishing his homework. I finished with my hair, and stood up. The window was dripping with rain drops. I looked past the clear glass into the street. The rain was gone, leaving only murky puddles behind.
"I'm going home, now. Thank you for your hospitality, Kurama" I would be nice until I found the perfect moment. I began to walk over to the door.
"Wait. How are you going to get in?" Kurama was staring at me questionably. I froze in my mid-step position. How WAS I going to get in?
"We could always ask your landlord?" Kurama asked.
"I don't see why not," I shrugged and kept my cool.
"Ok the, let's go," He got up and walked opened the door, holding it open for me.
"Hiei, are you coming?" His silence had all but made me forget about him. He had been studying me as if I was some sort of bug the whole time I was here.
"I'll wait here for you, Kitsune," Hiei seemed reluctant to help me, but wanted me gone none the less. Kurama shrugged and walked downstairs.
"Kaa-san! I'll be right back!" Kurama called to Shiori as I slipped my sandals back on. He opened the door, and we walked out into the newly created rainbow.
"It's ironic how the bigger the storm, the bigger the rainbow, isn't it?"
"I suppose," I was amazed by the sight of all those colors appearing in the sky. In the makai, there was plently of rain, but no sun to create this spectacular event. It was beautiful. I had never seen a rainbow before, and it seemed foolish to not know what a rainbow looked like.
"I remember my first time. To tell you the truth, I thought it just looked like a child drawing in the sky. Now I can't see what I thought was so boring about it. I love rainbows now. It's weird how youkai can live thousands of years and not notice the simplest things, but when you look at it with new eyes, everything is in another point of perspective." I looked over at him.
"So, what are you saying, exactly? That you have to be human to experience it?"
"No, not at all. I'm saying that everything is 3-dimensional, and you need to take all of the peoples opinions in mind," What was he talking about? Did he mean me? I was thinking about everyone involved. Kurama was doing the same as me. Faking to be my friend. He just wanted to take the last of my fangirls, right? And Hiei... I didn't know what he wanted, but he didn't like me, and that's all that mattered. Why should I care why anything happens? All that matters is to know WHAT happens...!
~~~
Ok, fangirls appear in a few chapters, so I need a Kurama fangirl soon! I don't usually like self-insertion, but I'm a hypocrite, and damn proud of it!
Shishi: Have you ever noticed that someone almost always says 'hypocrite' in one of the chapters of your stories?
I like that word! It sounds like... hippo and um... crit!
Shishi: What's a crit...?
::gets out dictionary::
crit abbr critical; criticism; criticized
Shishi: Hey, that kind of matches the word.
Wait...! So, it's a criticized hippo! Hey, Shishi. You can be the hypocrite now...
The Town Idiot,
Ki
jadewtch: Thank you! My first A+ in like... ever... O_O
kouga__luver: yes, you can have Hiei. Like you didn't already know...
Kittengrl39: Well, I was just trying to make Kurama seem like the helping guy he is in the Ningenkai. I guess I made him overly nice. Heheh. Oh well, I'll just work withy that, then. ^^
Mr. Me: Yep. I couldn't just let a cute couple like this get lost in my recycling bin of no return! ::shutter::
Title: The Dark Side
Chapter: 3 [A New Accquantince]
By: Hiei_mi
~~~
I have almost no money left. I locked myself out of my house. It's raining. My groceries were soggy. Best yet, I was wet. Freezing, starving, and wet. Someone REALLY didn't like me.
A black blur caught the attention of my eyes. I turned to face it, but it was flying by too fast to keep much track of. Was it going to... Kurama's house? Was he holding some kind of satanic ritual or something...? As much as I wish I could, I couldn't imagine that. I laughed inwardly, and raced after the streak of black that was whizzing by. Even after I lost track of it, I knew where Kurama's house was, so I ran forward anyway. When I reached the back of Kurama's house, I saw a black haired youkai in a trenchcoat. He was watching Kurama do his homework through the clear glass window. He was standing on a branch, and he seemed pretty content, like he was used to it, standing there. I think he had been on Kurama's team in the Ankoku Bujuutsukai. From what I recall, his name is Hiei.
His head turned to the side, and his crimson eyes darted down to me. It was intimidating, but I wanted to see what he was doing at Kurama's, so I stood ground. If he was Kurama's ally, he was my enemy.
"What business do you have here?" The youkai pulled out his sword when I didn't answer. I saw Kurama's green eyes peek through the window to see what the ruckus was. He didn't seem the slightest bit surprised to see Hiei there, but as his emerald orbs lingered over to his sword, he jumped up over to the window. He opened it, and grabbed at the back of Hiei's trenchcoat, as he was about to lunge at me. I winced for a second. I sighed and quickly regained my posture.
"Hiei! Don't! He's a friend!" Kurama struggled trying to restrain the little fireball(literally).
"He's from the Ankoku Bujutsukai!" Hiei growled.
"But he also helped me out, remember!" Hiei calmed down a bit, and eyed his friend.
"Ok, I'm going to let you go, and DON'T MOVE, ok?" Kurama carefully put the arms he was holding together down. He seemed releived when Hiei only glared. I had to admit, so was I.
"Hiei, Shishi, why don't you guys come up here?" He added "Use the door." Who wouldn't? I glanced at the grumbling youkai. Him.
"Oh, hello there! You must be Shuichi's friends. I'm Shiori, Shuichi's mother. Please, come in," The middle-aged woman let way for us. I stepped forth, and kicked off my sandals. Hiei trudged up the steps, which I assumed led up to Kurama's room. I bowed to Shiori, and followed him.
Kurama's room was beige, with dark red plush carpeting. Potted plants were aligned on the windowsill. A small, yet durable, desk had been wedged in a corner. A full bed with a gold and burgundy comforter was centered on the left wall. Forest green pillows had been scattered at the top. It suited Kurama well, actually. Over-classy, and way too popular. Seriously, this type of room looked like it would be found in a magazine.
"Shishi? Shishi!?" I snapped out of my daze and stared blankly at Kurama. I looked so stupid. I know it. I didn't want to look stupid in front of him. I would not show my weaknesses.
"What?" I asked in an overly-sweet voice.
"Um... you know Hiei right?" The short koorime looked at me. No he glared at me. That's the only look he had given me since we met(for the second time). Even with his teammates, he didn't act like this. He was always glaring at people, but it was never really full of hate. He cared about his friends, as much as he would like to disagree. Why was I so different? What does he have against me?
"Yes, of course," I glared down at him. If he was going to be mean, then I'd be mean right back! Kurama seemed to notice the tension between us.
"Shishi, why are you here?" He asked politley. I had forgotten completely why I was here until he had brought it up. I didn't want to sound stupid. How to put it...?
"He locked himself out of his house," Hiei smirked at me from behind Kurama. He was sitting in a computer chair that was set in front of the desk. Kurama looked back at him, then turned back to me.
"Why didn't you just break in?" I didn't even think of that... and here I was, in front of my arch nemesis, dripping wet. Why did he always outsmart me? It's not like I was stupid. There were brains behind this pretty face. It was only around him that I acted like this. Around Suzuki I was always witty. So, why was it different around him?
"I just... didn't want to have to pay for my door afterward," Well, that was lame. Hiei scoffed. I couldn't blame him, though. I would too.
"Oh, ok... why don't you just stay here until the rain stops?" Hiei perked up.
"What if the rain lasts all night?"
"That's doubtful, Hiei. Even if it does, he can just stay the night"
"Can I stay too?" What? It's not like I was going to kill him. I still needed my fangirls, and killing the man of their affections, was no way to go about it.
"Of course. I wouldn't expect you to go out in this weather. I'm surprised you'd want to stay, though. You don't usually," He glanced at Hiei, but shrugged whatever he was thinking off. You know what? He was starting to seriously annoy me. Had he ASKED me if I wanted to stay? Wait, no. Everyone had to love the great Kurama. Something was flying at me. I nearly didn't catch it, as I was off-gaurd, but managed to snatch it out of the air. It was a white towel, worn from use. I looked up to see Kurama tossing one to Hiei. He dried off his hair roughly. With all the torture he put his hair through, you would think that it would be messy, but no. His hair was the same as it was before. Oddly enough, his hair seemed to stay the same no matter what. I'd have to ask him what he did to it, someday. I pulled out the hair-band that held my hair together. My hair fell down, rolling halfway down my upper arm. Before taking the old cloth to my hair, I opened my mouth.
"Kurama. I need a brush. I hope you don't expect me to-" my outstretched hand was curled around something cold and metal. I opened my eyes to see Kurama smiling at me.
"Happy?" He laughed a bit and pointed to the metal brush he had put into my hand. I nodded slightly, and began to dry my hair off. I kept the towel on my head, and quickly crouched in fornt of Kurama's big golden mirror. I wasn't exactly the prettiest when my hair was messy, and I didn't like it being made fun of. I heard a chuckle from Kurama's spot on his bed. I hunched up my shoulders. Here we go again. Make fun of Shishi. I knew I would... er, change if he said what I thought he would. And I definitly didn't look pretty then.
"A little self-concious, are we?" Kurama smiled at me. What? That's all? I blinked. Ok, so he didn't make fun of me. I hope he didn't think I owed him anything, now. I glared at him. I had to get my point across.
"Alright. I get it. I'll shut up," Kurama smiled, and went back to fifnishing his homework. I finished with my hair, and stood up. The window was dripping with rain drops. I looked past the clear glass into the street. The rain was gone, leaving only murky puddles behind.
"I'm going home, now. Thank you for your hospitality, Kurama" I would be nice until I found the perfect moment. I began to walk over to the door.
"Wait. How are you going to get in?" Kurama was staring at me questionably. I froze in my mid-step position. How WAS I going to get in?
"We could always ask your landlord?" Kurama asked.
"I don't see why not," I shrugged and kept my cool.
"Ok the, let's go," He got up and walked opened the door, holding it open for me.
"Hiei, are you coming?" His silence had all but made me forget about him. He had been studying me as if I was some sort of bug the whole time I was here.
"I'll wait here for you, Kitsune," Hiei seemed reluctant to help me, but wanted me gone none the less. Kurama shrugged and walked downstairs.
"Kaa-san! I'll be right back!" Kurama called to Shiori as I slipped my sandals back on. He opened the door, and we walked out into the newly created rainbow.
"It's ironic how the bigger the storm, the bigger the rainbow, isn't it?"
"I suppose," I was amazed by the sight of all those colors appearing in the sky. In the makai, there was plently of rain, but no sun to create this spectacular event. It was beautiful. I had never seen a rainbow before, and it seemed foolish to not know what a rainbow looked like.
"I remember my first time. To tell you the truth, I thought it just looked like a child drawing in the sky. Now I can't see what I thought was so boring about it. I love rainbows now. It's weird how youkai can live thousands of years and not notice the simplest things, but when you look at it with new eyes, everything is in another point of perspective." I looked over at him.
"So, what are you saying, exactly? That you have to be human to experience it?"
"No, not at all. I'm saying that everything is 3-dimensional, and you need to take all of the peoples opinions in mind," What was he talking about? Did he mean me? I was thinking about everyone involved. Kurama was doing the same as me. Faking to be my friend. He just wanted to take the last of my fangirls, right? And Hiei... I didn't know what he wanted, but he didn't like me, and that's all that mattered. Why should I care why anything happens? All that matters is to know WHAT happens...!
~~~
Ok, fangirls appear in a few chapters, so I need a Kurama fangirl soon! I don't usually like self-insertion, but I'm a hypocrite, and damn proud of it!
Shishi: Have you ever noticed that someone almost always says 'hypocrite' in one of the chapters of your stories?
I like that word! It sounds like... hippo and um... crit!
Shishi: What's a crit...?
::gets out dictionary::
crit abbr critical; criticism; criticized
Shishi: Hey, that kind of matches the word.
Wait...! So, it's a criticized hippo! Hey, Shishi. You can be the hypocrite now...
The Town Idiot,
Ki