As you reach the doorway, the ringing of laughter meets your ears again. Now that you're only a few yards away, you can distinguish different voices and tones. There's about three people, you perceive. You hand lifts up to the doorframe, and, while firmly grasping it, you step into the room. At first, you can see nothing, for the contrast between the outside and here are wide. As your eyes become accustom to the lesser light, you remember one of the Japanese etiquette rules: take your shoes off before entering a home. Slowly, you kick off you shoes and set them beside the door as you've seen on various Anime episodes. Now, taking a deep breath and holding it deep within your chest, you turn to face the inhabitants of the room, whose laughter has stopped. Just as you thought.
The three who had been pleasantly chatting and giggling sit around a table that sits low to the ground, poufs setting haphazardly around it. The smell of food meets your nostrils, and you feel a wave of hunger consume you. A young woman sitting at the table is smiling at you, and her smile in a nice one. Her thick, light blue hair is pulled back in a red bow, falling to down her back. Her powder blue kimono has a red sash tied securely around her slim waist, pulled into a large bow at her back. "Oh, you must be _____!" She beckons warmly at you, inviting you to join them at the table. Yukina.
"Hey, what happened to your lip, kid?" The youth that sits beside her asks, though you get the idea he knows exactly what happened, owing to the fact he's desperately trying not to laugh. "Y-You look like you face-planted in the dirt." His black hair in slicked back, and his face is scarlet with the effort to keep from laughing. He had a green uniform on, and you know it's not a school uniform. Nope, this kid wears it for the sake of being rebellious. Yuskue Urameshi.
"I think we have some peroxide. It would be a good idea if we patched that up, I doubt you relish the thought of getting an infection." His long, crimson hair has slight curls here and there, especially at the nape of his neck. His smile makes you instantly at home, his brilliant emerald eyes sparkling. His uniform clashed terribly with his hair; a light pink of sorts. Not that he noticed or cared, he wasn't in to that sort of thing. Kurama.
"Um, hey. I don't think we need to bother with, uh, peroxide." You hastily bow, as you see on television. When you lift your face, you see Yuskue snickering into his napkin. Starting to get irritated, you cross the room to the table, you sock-clad feet making no sound on the wooden floor boards. Kurama pats the cushion beside him, and with a friendly smile, you accept his offer. "So, um… I'm part demon?" You ask as you settle yourself on the impossibly-fluffy pillow.
"As far as Koenma told us, yes, ____." Yukina says with a sociable air and a wave of her hand. She pushes a plate laden down with various foods at you, urging you to eat. "But not a whole lot, mind you. Ten percent at most."
As you begin stuffing your face, Genkai and Hiei (looking quite peeved) take their seats at the table. "I wonder what sort of demon he/she is, Hiei." Kurama says to the short demon beside him, his tone smooth. "She/he's got a bit of a fiery aura, wouldn't you say?"
"Hn. Don't you go pushing him to my species, Kurama. I doubt this kid is demon, let alone a fire one. ____'s fiery aura is simply defiance in his/her spirit." Hiei answers tartly.
"I'd place my bet on an elemental demon," Yukina's gaze comes to rest on your face, a slight glow to her big, pretty blue eyes. "An elemental demon is one of fire, ice, water, or some type like that. They usually look a great deal like humans. Creature demons may also have a humanoid appearance, but with, well, fox ears for example." Yukina sends a smile in Kurama's direction. "Beast demons look nothing like humans, they're like monsters…" She goes on to give grotesque details of beast demons she had seen in demon world.
Your eyes wander from her, and find yourself staring at Hiei. His arms are still folded acrossed his chest, and he's still in a rather bad mood. Kurama's head is tilted ever-so slightly to the side, his long red hair falling down his shoulder. He's speaking to Hiei from the corner of his mouth. Hiei snorts in response, a flash of amusement crossing his face. In the next instant, it's gone, replaced by a frown. You always thought Hiei was cool. So silent and withdrawn. You couldn't possibly go that long without talking, nor could you go without friends. So, in a way, you envy him. Life would be so much quieter without friends to fight with, causing constant hassle in your already complicated life. And you'd have an even quieter life if you talked just half as much as you do. You'd also be able to avoid the bullies at school, and the beating you get every single day. With Hiei's speed and precision, you'd slit their throats before the cold even spot you! Not that you'd actually do it. As much as you hate them, you'd never kill them. You have a deep respect for all living things, though the thought of them begging for mercy at the sight of your katana and jagon eye… Without realizing it, you snigger aloud. This gets you looks of concern, as though they all think you're cracked. Smiling nervously, you focus on your food. You need to learn to control your random outbursts.
"Time for bed!" Kurama cries suddenly, startling you, for you were in the middle of lecturing yourself. With a jerk, you fall off your pillow, and you can literally hear the sickening crack of your head on the floor. Stars erupt in your line of vision, and pain splits your thoughts into confusing lines of words and pictures.
"Oh my! ___, ___, are you okay?! Answer me, ___!" Yukina cries, her voice drowned out by the pain. You're brain is fogging up, your world is going black. You can hear other muffled voices, all spinning together into a blurred sound. This isn't the first time you've done this, as you recall. Once, at a friend's house, you fell off her/his bed and hit your head hard on her/his floor. You blacked out for a full minute before awakening you his/her screams. You suddenly feel safe and warm, and you are vaguely aware of strong arms lifting you from the floor. After a few moments of movement, you feel the soft, downy sensation on your neck, your body relaxes to the contour of a bed, your head sinking into the feather pillow. A blanket is pulled over you, and you let yourself slip into unconsciousness.
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If you like it, you better review! Please, please, please, please! Also, tell me if you're anything like the character. It'd be nice to know. I have to go write some more for Not a Girl, so this is it for now! By the way, you're a total idiot! Falling over just 'cause Kurama said 'bedtime'? What, are you afraid of the dark or something?! Hahaha. Ha. Um, yeah. Please review!!!!
The three who had been pleasantly chatting and giggling sit around a table that sits low to the ground, poufs setting haphazardly around it. The smell of food meets your nostrils, and you feel a wave of hunger consume you. A young woman sitting at the table is smiling at you, and her smile in a nice one. Her thick, light blue hair is pulled back in a red bow, falling to down her back. Her powder blue kimono has a red sash tied securely around her slim waist, pulled into a large bow at her back. "Oh, you must be _____!" She beckons warmly at you, inviting you to join them at the table. Yukina.
"Hey, what happened to your lip, kid?" The youth that sits beside her asks, though you get the idea he knows exactly what happened, owing to the fact he's desperately trying not to laugh. "Y-You look like you face-planted in the dirt." His black hair in slicked back, and his face is scarlet with the effort to keep from laughing. He had a green uniform on, and you know it's not a school uniform. Nope, this kid wears it for the sake of being rebellious. Yuskue Urameshi.
"I think we have some peroxide. It would be a good idea if we patched that up, I doubt you relish the thought of getting an infection." His long, crimson hair has slight curls here and there, especially at the nape of his neck. His smile makes you instantly at home, his brilliant emerald eyes sparkling. His uniform clashed terribly with his hair; a light pink of sorts. Not that he noticed or cared, he wasn't in to that sort of thing. Kurama.
"Um, hey. I don't think we need to bother with, uh, peroxide." You hastily bow, as you see on television. When you lift your face, you see Yuskue snickering into his napkin. Starting to get irritated, you cross the room to the table, you sock-clad feet making no sound on the wooden floor boards. Kurama pats the cushion beside him, and with a friendly smile, you accept his offer. "So, um… I'm part demon?" You ask as you settle yourself on the impossibly-fluffy pillow.
"As far as Koenma told us, yes, ____." Yukina says with a sociable air and a wave of her hand. She pushes a plate laden down with various foods at you, urging you to eat. "But not a whole lot, mind you. Ten percent at most."
As you begin stuffing your face, Genkai and Hiei (looking quite peeved) take their seats at the table. "I wonder what sort of demon he/she is, Hiei." Kurama says to the short demon beside him, his tone smooth. "She/he's got a bit of a fiery aura, wouldn't you say?"
"Hn. Don't you go pushing him to my species, Kurama. I doubt this kid is demon, let alone a fire one. ____'s fiery aura is simply defiance in his/her spirit." Hiei answers tartly.
"I'd place my bet on an elemental demon," Yukina's gaze comes to rest on your face, a slight glow to her big, pretty blue eyes. "An elemental demon is one of fire, ice, water, or some type like that. They usually look a great deal like humans. Creature demons may also have a humanoid appearance, but with, well, fox ears for example." Yukina sends a smile in Kurama's direction. "Beast demons look nothing like humans, they're like monsters…" She goes on to give grotesque details of beast demons she had seen in demon world.
Your eyes wander from her, and find yourself staring at Hiei. His arms are still folded acrossed his chest, and he's still in a rather bad mood. Kurama's head is tilted ever-so slightly to the side, his long red hair falling down his shoulder. He's speaking to Hiei from the corner of his mouth. Hiei snorts in response, a flash of amusement crossing his face. In the next instant, it's gone, replaced by a frown. You always thought Hiei was cool. So silent and withdrawn. You couldn't possibly go that long without talking, nor could you go without friends. So, in a way, you envy him. Life would be so much quieter without friends to fight with, causing constant hassle in your already complicated life. And you'd have an even quieter life if you talked just half as much as you do. You'd also be able to avoid the bullies at school, and the beating you get every single day. With Hiei's speed and precision, you'd slit their throats before the cold even spot you! Not that you'd actually do it. As much as you hate them, you'd never kill them. You have a deep respect for all living things, though the thought of them begging for mercy at the sight of your katana and jagon eye… Without realizing it, you snigger aloud. This gets you looks of concern, as though they all think you're cracked. Smiling nervously, you focus on your food. You need to learn to control your random outbursts.
"Time for bed!" Kurama cries suddenly, startling you, for you were in the middle of lecturing yourself. With a jerk, you fall off your pillow, and you can literally hear the sickening crack of your head on the floor. Stars erupt in your line of vision, and pain splits your thoughts into confusing lines of words and pictures.
"Oh my! ___, ___, are you okay?! Answer me, ___!" Yukina cries, her voice drowned out by the pain. You're brain is fogging up, your world is going black. You can hear other muffled voices, all spinning together into a blurred sound. This isn't the first time you've done this, as you recall. Once, at a friend's house, you fell off her/his bed and hit your head hard on her/his floor. You blacked out for a full minute before awakening you his/her screams. You suddenly feel safe and warm, and you are vaguely aware of strong arms lifting you from the floor. After a few moments of movement, you feel the soft, downy sensation on your neck, your body relaxes to the contour of a bed, your head sinking into the feather pillow. A blanket is pulled over you, and you let yourself slip into unconsciousness.
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If you like it, you better review! Please, please, please, please! Also, tell me if you're anything like the character. It'd be nice to know. I have to go write some more for Not a Girl, so this is it for now! By the way, you're a total idiot! Falling over just 'cause Kurama said 'bedtime'? What, are you afraid of the dark or something?! Hahaha. Ha. Um, yeah. Please review!!!!