T.T! LAST CHAPTER EVERYBODY! But don't worry, if you'd like more amnesia goodness, soon, I'll have the first chapter of "Or Else" out. It's not a sequel, but it does have amnesia... It's like Don't Ask Me, only HIEI loses HIS memories instead. X.X;; (Is this getting old? LOL)
Anyway, I liked the ending to this one... X.X even if you don't... BUT! If you're curious about something, I'm accepting questions. So just ask in a review and leave an e-mail address, or e-mail me directly or whatever... I know often times I'm confusing... x.x; so I don't want that to ruin this fanfic, LOL.
I don't own YYH!
--Here's to a Happy Ending?—
--Pet Heaven Part V--
For the next long five minutes, I was very shaken up by my actions. Not only did they disturb me, but they scared me a lot. I think this was because I was enjoying seeing my beloved Hiei suffer after each of his losses. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I delighted at making him hurt. I felt that he deserved it in some strange way. The only residual to torturing Hiei with the constant death of his pets was that he was beginning to get mad at me, of all people. Needless to say, the day continued.
"Hiei, I'm really very sorry about BB," I told Hiei, wrapping my arm around him, only to have him pull away from me.
"Kurama, I'm not in the mood for your sympathy. How could you have let this happen?" Hiei asked me, turning around with what might have been tears in his eyes.
"Are you blaming ME for YOUR spider's death?" I said, astonished by his accusations.
"Well, you were the one who took her into the shower with you, and who then threw her out only to be decapitated shortly after," Hiei responded, his eyes growing cold on me.
"I don't have to take this, Hiei. I will not stand here and be accused of this heinous crime! Besides, she was your responsibility. You can't go and blame me for all of your problems. You need to take responsibility for once instead of throwing it onto someone else," I told Hiei, folding my arms and standing my ground. Hiei was quiet for some time after my speech, digesting what I had said. Finally, he spoke.
"You're right, Kurama. I should not have taken out my anger on you. You didn't mean to viciously kill my BB, or any of my pets, for that matter. I've been awful to you. Will you please give me one more chance?" Hiei pleaded to me, looking up at me with his sad hippo eyes.
"Well . . ." I started, as Hiei happily interrupted.
"Oh thank you, Kurama! Let's go to the pet shop right now, before they close!"
And with that, we were out the door. I must admit that I didn't think Hiei meant that he wanted another chance with a pet. I thought he wanted me to forgive him for accusing me. But apparently he didn't get the message of my little speech.
We arrived at the Pet'n'Park place for the fifth time that day, only to see that almost all of the pets were gone. Hiei looked around and began to look very disappointed. Not wanting to see my Hiei unhappy, I addressed the clerk.
"Excuse me," I said, putting on my stern face. "Where exactly are all of your pets?"
"You again!!" The store guy exclaimed, clutching at his chest and staggering backwards.
"Yes, and as a frequent customer I demand to know where all of your merchandise has gone."
"I'll tell you exactly where it is," The man said, regaining his composure. "You and your little boy, there, bought me out!"
"Oh no we haven't!" Hiei cried out, a glint of happiness peaking through his usually cold voice. "You must see this beautiful little donut of love!"
I quickly turned around to see Hiei standing in front of a little baby pool, a plastic palm tree taped to the back. There, standing on one solitary foot, was a bright pink bird; a baby bright pink bird, to be exact.
"Hiei, that's not a pet."
"Yes it is, Kurama! It's the best pet I've ever seen. Can't I keep him . . .please?"
"Absolutely not! How do I know that this one won't end up like the last one?"
"I promise you, Kurama. This one is different."
Not changing my expression, I looked over at the pink monstrosity to examine it further. My eyes slowly absorbed the pinkness and the babyness of the little creature, only to realize that it was the most perfect specimen of anything I had ever seen.
"What is it, anyway?" I asked the store clerk, not losing my edgy tone.
"It's a baby flamingo; very rare, I might add."
"Baby flamingos aren't this pink. It takes years of shrimp to achieve such a pink," I protested.
"This one is different," The clerk explained. "You see, this baby's mother was addicted to shrimp while she was pregnant with this little baby. So he inherited his mother's shrimp. Thus, the bright pink color was achieved."
"I see . . ." I said, quickly falling in love with the baby bird.
"Can I keep him, Kurama? PLEASE?!! I've never had a bird before," he added.
"Wait just a second!" The store clerk butted in. "You just bought a bird today! A yellow one, to be exac-"
"Will you mind your own business?" I told him, turning back to Hiei. "Well . . .okay, Hiei." I gave in.
"YES!" Hiei jumped into the baby pool with the bright pink bird and hugged him... gently.
"Now what exactly makes you think that I'll sell this valuable bird to you the likes you?" The clerk asked, standing up straighter.
It was then that I narrowed my eyes to look directly at him as I began to think evil thoughts at him. "But, you see . . ." I said in a very sweet voice, still thinking terrible thoughts about him. "My partner, Hiei, really wants this baby pink flamingo. And if Hiei doesn't get what he wants, there is no way anyone can be happy. So you see my dilemma, do you not?" I asked him, maintaining my evil thoughts and my angelic voice. Apparently, my thoughts got through to him before my voice, because the clerk dude suddenly opened the register, and plainly said,
"That'll be $9,998.95, please."
Back at home, Hiei frantically began to set up his new pet's home.
"Hiei, take it easy. The bird does not need any monogrammed towels."
"Yes, he does. They are going to say William Jonathon Huxington the 16th. But you can call him Pinky, for short." Hiei gleamed at me, holding up the pink wash cloth with the name engraved into it. He did an exquisite job, I must admit.
"I've always wanted a monogrammed wash cloth . . ." I said under my breath.
"What was that, Kurama?" Hiei asked, looking up from his feather grooming.
"Oh, I'm going to make myself some more grilled cheese, is all." And make grilled cheese, I did. I made five of them, all with extra bread, and positioned myself on the couch with the TV remote in my hand.
"Once again, you've got to take control of your life," Dr. Phil said to a red headed fox spirit, not resembling myself in the slightest. "You are obviously feeling some very strong feelings of jealousy that will only lead to further death and destruction if they continue."
"Oh, shut up. I've heard enough of you for one day."
"Have you?" Dr. Phil asked me, that look of accusation coming over his face. "Have you heard enough of me, or have you just not been listening closely enough to notice that you have a dangerous problem that will hurt everyone you love care for."
"I only care for Hiei," I responded, getting defensive.
"And Hiei is showing signs of losing interest in you by giving all of his extra attention to these animals, and you are obviously feeling threatened by this."
"I don't care about his pets! Besides, I am emotionally balanced, and don't feel insecure about Hiei's feelings toward me."
"Yeah, right!"
"Are you mocking me, little man?" I asked the TV, standing and pulling out my Rose Whip.
"Kurama, do we have company?" Hiei asked from the other room.
I glanced at the TV and saw that there was a commercial for Coco Puffs on; the one with the toucan that changes into a baby flamingo right on the middle.
"No! That's just the grilled cheese talking."
Sometime between the flamingo swimming in coco goodness and my fourth grilled cheese, I fell asleep on the couch. The next thing I remembered was Hiei nudging me awake.
"Kurama, I want you to see William Jonathan Huxington the 16th's new home."
"Who?" I asked, barely opening my crusty eyes.
"Pinky!"
He dragged me off the couch and made me get up and go out onto the terrace. There I saw nothing but paradise. The sides of the walls were drenched in beautiful spider plants with purple and pink blooms on them. The cement was covered with lusciously soft grass, and in the corner was a flowing water fountain with a naked angel in the middle, spouting up water through his nose. Then, with an excellent view of the spouting angel, was the green little baby pool, the bright pink baby flamingo standing on his one foot, smiling as the sun bounced off of his soft new feathers.
"What do you think?" Hiei asked, bighting his nails nervously.
"Why, Hiei . . .I've never seen anything like it in my life . . ."
"Then you like it!" Hiei exclaimed, jumping up with pride.
"I didn't say that," Hiei stopped jumping, and for a moment, looked sad. "I guess it will do."
"Yeah well . . .I don't like your grilled cheese sandwiches."
"Now, now, Hiei, lets not say anything that we'll be sorry for later."
"Sorry."
There was a long moment of silence. I looked directly into Hiei's eyes, and he looked directly into mine. We maintained this for about seven and a half solid minutes, until he looked away in shame. I had won!
"Look, Kurama, I need to get some shrimp down at the super market for William the 16th. Do you think you could go back inside and work on not coming near my baby flamingo?"
"I wouldn't want to be near this mutant anyway."
With that, Hiei gave his pink bird a soft little hug, and left without as much as a goodbye.
I decided to do some ironing while I had the apartment to myself. I got out my rose covered ironing board and my bright green iron and one of Hiei's bandannas and began to iron. As I ironed, I talked to myself.
"Why should I care about Hiei's beautiful jungle and the monogrammed towels, anyway? I mean, it's not as if I couldn't make one of those for myself, what with my love for plants and pretty towels. I don't need anyone to love me. I have my house work to focus on, anyway. Hiei will always need unwrinkled bandannas. As long as there are bandannas, I will be there to iron them!" Before I even realized it, I was standing on top of the ironing board, shouting at the top of my lungs and swinging the bandanna around like a lunatic. Realizing what I was doing, I carefully got down and continued my ironing.
After I had finished Hiei's entire collection of bandannas, I began to wonder about the depths of the new found garden terrace. I decided that I had a right to my own terrace, whether Hiei's flamingo was there or not.
"Ah, the air smells so good, here on MY terrace," I said, patting my chest as I took a deep breath of polluted air. "Oh, I didn't mean to intrude on your bath time, little bird."
The bird turned his pink little head, ever so slightly so that one of his eyes was looking into mine. They smiled at me.
"So . . .Pinky . . . Hiei's been treating you well, I can see," I said, gesturing at all of the green plants around us. "He sure thinks highly of you."
The baby flamingo cocked his head to the side as I spoke, making him look even cuter than he was before. But I could see through his little charade.
"Don't try and woo me, you pathetic excuse for a baby bird. I know your evil plan. You're trying to take Hiei away from me. It won't work, though, because I've seen it before it has happened. Yes, yes, only one of my many talents. You can't compete with me. You know this, deep down, I'm sure."
As I was speaking, without my knowledge, I was actually walking toward the pink little flamingo. Before I knew it I was practically breathing down the bird's little neck, even though I was much taller than it.
"You see, you are nothing more than a bird. I, on the other hand, am a human. Well, no, not really. But at least I stand on TWO feet."
I then placed my hands on the birds soft little head, and moved them down to his back, feeling the smoothness of his feathers.
"You and I are going to be great friends. I can see it."
With that, I grabbed the baby pink flamingo by the neck and raised him over my head.
"HA HA HA HA!" I laughed out loud, a large grin on my face and hate in my heart. "You must die, little bird!!"
"Kurama, what are you doing!?"
I turned around just as my hands let go of the baby flamingo's neck to see Hiei standing behind me, a horrified look on his face as he saw his pride and joy fall from the terrace.
"Hiei!" I looked down at my hands and saw the light pink feathers that had stuck to my hands. Finally, I realized what I had just done. I had just thrown my partners bright pink baby flamingo off the balcony.
"Kurama . . .what have you done with my baby flamingo?" He asked me, an overwhelming sadness coming over his face which was quickly coming over me.
"Hiei . . .I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Will you ever forgive me?"
"Are you kidding me?!" He exploded with anger, his face getting red and his hair standing up on his head.
"You seem angry," I said, a bit puzzled I was.
"Of course I'm angry!" Hiei exclaimed, grabbing my hands for the pink little fuzz. "You killed my last pet! Maliciously, too. My wonderful baby bird, who now can't be saved by even a vet!"
"I didn't mean to, I swear!"
"Say that again and your beloved hair I will soon tear. You had no right to kill something that I loved so much. How can you live with yourself after you did something like such?" Hiei gestured to the side of the terrace, his face changing to the color of blue. In my stomach I started to feel the flu.
"This kind of behavior must stop!" Hiei cried. "Or promise you, I will, your precious head I will pop!"
"Hiei, you're hysterical. And I don't know if you've noticed, but you're talking in rhyme," I said, glancing at my watch to check the time.
"I'm sorry. Hiei, something is wrong with me. I've been having some very disturbing thoughts and images, and I have been doing some very strong and hateful things to you, especially, and you're many pets. For this I am sorry . . .but I am not sorry I did it. I know I should be, but I simply am not. Something is wrong, and I think I need help. But let me be honest with you. I really wanted to see your pets die. And I really wanted to see you hurt because of it," I looked up from my hands, not realizing that I was crying and saw Hiei looking at me with concern, for the first time that day, he was listening to me.
"And how did you feel about that?" I was sitting on a black leather couch, Dr. Phil taking down notes in a black leather notebook.
"How do you think I felt? I was happy that he was finally paying attention to me. I guess the reason I was wanted to see him hurt was because . . . because . . ." I was crying again. Hiei was sitting on a tall stool in the right hand corner of the room, his eyes wide with interest.
"Go on, Kurama. You're making excellent progress." Dr. Phil commented.
"Because I was jealous of all the attention Hiei was giving his pets and not me. I felt neglected and unwanted. That's why I wanted to kill all of Hiei's pets and make Hiei suffer for loving anyone else other than me."
"Exactly. Now that that's finished, I'll be sending you my bill." Dr. Phil said, getting up and shaking my hand.
"You mean, I'm cured?!" I said, jumping up happily, feeling a huge weight being lifted off from my chest.
"Just as long as you fully understand why you did all of this and that you still need to work on it, then yes, you are cured."
"Oh, that's great. Thank you so much. You're truly a genius."
"Oh, thank you, so much," Dr. Phil said, giving me a free pen.
"By the way, Dr. Phil," I began to say as Hiei climbed down from his stool in the corner. "I just wanted to tell you that I just love your all day marathon I've been watching on TV."
A strange look came over Dr. Phil's face; one of confusion and puzzlement. "Kurama, my TV show has been canceled for three months."
"And Kurama," Hiei added. "We don't have a TV."
It has been a long six weeks since my visit to Dr. Phil. Hiei and I have been living much better, understanding the we both need sensitivity and love for the relationship to be healthy. Hiei isn't sore at me anymore, and was greatly relived to discover that when I threw William Jonathon Huxington the 16th over the terrace, that we were only on the first floor of the building, and had landed on his leg, with no harm done. We became a happy little family; me, Hiei, and the pink baby flamingo. On cold nights the three of us would huddle in front of the fire and think of the pets of the past. Hiei would ask me if they were happy. I would plainly say, with an arm around his shoulder,
"They're in pet heaven, now."
--End--
--Who I Am--
(Youko Kurama's POV)
"Hiei..." I greeted gruffly, glaring at the little demon, promptly sitting up in the bed of Shuichi's spiffy new apartment.
"Don't be angry," he grunted, walking over to me.
"Don't be angry? Don't- be- ANGRY!? Why the hell not!? You nearly killed my human half, and then insisted on whipping him clean of memories! Not to mention before..."
"He will still know about everything up to the point before he got amnesia... the... first time."
"It doesn't matter. You know I'll tell him."
"You won't," he stated firmly, placing a delicate hand on my bare shoulder
I shot a look to him, seeing that he had an expression of sincere... trust.
"Be with me then...?"
Hiei grew silent, but a smirk soon cam across his lips.
"Anything for you, my fox cookie..."
Slowly, Hiei wrapped his arms around me, giving me a tender yet protective hug. But somehow it didn't express everything accurately...
My love for him was intense... heated... horny....
I grabbed Hiei's small figure and soon, before he knew it, I'd pinned him beneath me and vigorously begun to kiss him.
At that very moment, Shiori walked in with a box of Shuichi's thing.
"AHHHH!!"
"AHHHH!!"
"AHHHH!!"
I groaned.
ALL I WANTED WAS TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH HIEI LIKE I WAS PROMISED!!!
"Kurama," the woman snorted, glaring at me in disdain.
"You," I answered back in exactly the same manner.
"THAT'S IT!" Hiei cried out, pushing me away and getting up, off the bed. "Why do you two hate each other!?"
Shiori and I became very quiet, then. Hiei, on the other hand was only getting louder....
"You, why don't you like her!?" he asked, turning to give me a look.
"...She's... a... bitter, mean, rude, demon-disliking bitch?"
Shiori growled.
"And you?"
Hiei turned to Shiori.
"He... he isn't my son," she answered, an annoyed express befalling her.
"Okay then..." I said, sitting up, "Now that that's been dealt with, will you please LEAVE WOMAN!"
"YOUKO!" Hiei yelled, smacking the back of my head.
I turned to give the little demon a sarcastically meaningful expression of hurt. He grunted in response.
"Shiori, Kurama, you two have no reason to dislike each other. Now admit it! YOU'RE ONLY JEALOUS OF EACH OTHER!"
"Jealous!? WHY!?" Shiori and I question in unison.
"Because... that's the only answer I could think of, NOW APOLOGIZE!
"Sorry!" we both chirped, smiling widely as Shiori promptly scurried out of the apartment.
"OH!" Shiori said, popping her head back in. "Hiei, Yusuke and the others are outside wanting to see you... should I let them up—?"
"Tell them I'll be down later, twenty minutes to a half an hour."
"But they're right out—"
"LATER!"
"G-goodb-"
"LEAVE!"
Shiori quickly shut the door....
"Hiei, you better go, they'll become annoyed and hyper if you make them wait."
"But you'll become sad and lonely if I make you wait...."
"Hmmm?" I turned to look Hiei right in the face, to find he was no longer sitting next to me, and that I was actually looking a clock right in the face. I turned again, seeing Hiei playfully cuushed up in the bed ((A/N: "Cuushed" is NOT a real word...)).
"Come on, fox..."
I smirked to myself and crawled over to Hiei, firstly laying myself upon him, and then taking his lips in another passionate kiss. Hiei returned the favor, and invitingly ripped his shirt to shreds...
"Hiei, I thought you didn't WANT to be my lover," I uttered in his ear, between kisses.
"I didn't say that... or at least didn't mean to. ...Aaahh..." Hiei paused for a moment, as I began to kiss and nibble at his neck. "I want it to be meaningful for Shuichi; he's so emotional and sentimental... Between us, on the other hand... everything happened the way it should. We can raise our voices and be a little forceful, we're not so fragile."
"Ah, indeed..." I slurred, bringing myself down to Hiei's chest. "I guess our love is the kind that needs to be shouted!" I laughed, wrapping my arms around Hiei's waist to hold him closer.
"I love you, youko..." Hiei whispered, slowly closing his eyes as I further undress him.
"Me too..." I replied, just as softly....
(Keiko's POV)
"No! No! You lose!"
"NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HIEI NEEDED US TO LIFT THE PIANO AND—"
"Oh SURE! Why would Hiei need you to lift a piano!?"
"..........................."
"SEE!"
"Umm, Keiko, I'm afraid he's right. Hiei needed me to fly the jet that dropped the piano that Yusuke and Kuwabara loaded."
"But... but..."
"She's right, Keiko," Genkai started, nodding. "Hiei needed me to copilot the jet that Yukina flew that dropped the piano that Yusuke and Kuwabara loaded."
"So... why?"
"Well, the jet that Genkai copiloted that Yukina flew that dropped the piano that Kuwabara and I loaded was that of which dropped the piano onto the head of Hiei's boyfriend Kurama to cause the head injury that made that boyfriend lose his memories."
"So... Yukina flew the jet that Genkai copiloted that dropped the piano that Yusuke and Kuwabara loaded onto the head of Hiei's boyfriend Kurama that made that boyfriend lose all his memories!?"
"Yep!" Genkai, Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Yukina chirped.
"You mean KURAMA HAS AMNESIA AGAIN!?"
"Yep!" Genkai, Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Yukina chirped.
I sighed, thoroughly confused.
"Well, then where's Hiei? We've been waiting for him for twenty minutes to a half an hour! Wait a minute... WHY ARE WE EVEN HERE!?
"Well, the piano that Kuwabara and Yusuke loaded onto the jet that Yukina and I flew and hit Hiei's boyfriend Kurama causing the head injury that made that boyfriend lose all his memories, did in fact make Kurama lose his memories. So we all came down to Kurama's spiffy new apartment to pay him a visit because Hiei told us to... err... to make a long story short, we're all supposed to convince him that he just came out of that car accident again... and somehow get him to believe that he went into a coma and while he was unconscious, his mother moved him into this apartment," Genkai explained, her eyes rolling around in confusion.
"Yep!" Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Yukina chirped.
(Hiei's POV)
Twenty minutes to a half an hour later, after I had gotten fully dressed ((he's only wearing pants)), I was saying my goodbyes to Youko.
"You should probably change back to Shuichi now..." I said reluctantly, stealing another kiss off the youko.
"Yes, probably," he replied, tightening his hold on me. "But..." he hesitated, slowly giving me yet another kiss. "Your lips are just too delicious... that among other things...."
"Don't worry, I'll be back next weekend," I said, winking playfully at the fox.
"Mmmm, that sounds fun."
"See you later then, Youko?"
"Yes."
He nodded slightly as he unwound his arms away from me, slowly, moving them down until he could grip my hands.
"You better not change your mind about this, Hiei."
"Hn!" I scolded, yanking my hands away and turning my back to him. "Idiot..."
I heard soft chuckling from behind me, and soon after felt a slap on my rear. As I turned to yell at him, I found he was already changing back.
I hurried and threw my shirt back on, just as the transformation completed.
"H-Hiei?"
"Why aren't you lying down?" I asked, glaring at him. He soon complied with what I implied and laid himself down on the bed.
"What's going on...?" he asked, raising his hand to his head as he scanned the unfamiliar room.
"HELLO!!!!!" Yusuke, Genkai, Kuwabara, Yukina, and Keiko chirped, entering the room, all of them covering their eyes.
"Hello everyone," Kurama greeted softly, offering them his unseen smile.
One by one they uncovered their eyes.
"Kurama, are you alright!? You WERE just in a CAR accident!" Yusuke said, speaking very slowly and loudly.
"A car accident!? Oh, yes I-- ... I remember that..." Everyone tensed and held their breath. "Vaguely," he added, everyone exhaling in relief. "Umm, Hiei?" he started, turning to me.
"What?" I snapped, folding my arms.
"That's certainly an interesting shirt," he chuckled, everyone else joining in.
I look at my horribly torn garment, seeing that I might as well not have worn it. It was totally destroyed, leaving only one 'sleeve' and a small bit of fabric connecting that 'sleeve' to the bottom rim of the shirt.
"...Shaddup."
"Hmmmm," Kurama slurred, cheerfully ending his laughter. "So... what happened exactly? Why am I here, and where is here?"
"This is—" Yusuke tried to speak, but was interrupted by myself.
"Your mother moved you into your own apartment."
"And... I was in a car accident induced coma up till now?"
"Yep!" Yusuke, Kuwabara, Genkai, Keiko, and Yukina chirped.
"So, Kurama, you really don't remember anything...?" I asked, giving him a serious look.
He shook his head, smiling softly as he did.
"Hey, Hiei, wanna come over to Keiko and my spiffy new apartment for spaghetti!?"
"No."
"That's great! I think we have an extra spork for you!" the detective cried, grabbing and dragging me out of Kurama's apartment, everyone quickly walking out and away. I furtively waved at Kurama, and he returned the gesture.
--
"No Hiei, no..." Kurama whispered to himself after they all had left, pulling out a rose from seemingly nowhere, and unwrapping a small key tied to its stem. "I don't remember a thing."
A smirk enveloped his lips.
"Not a thing..."
--End--
Anyway, I liked the ending to this one... X.X even if you don't... BUT! If you're curious about something, I'm accepting questions. So just ask in a review and leave an e-mail address, or e-mail me directly or whatever... I know often times I'm confusing... x.x; so I don't want that to ruin this fanfic, LOL.
I don't own YYH!
--Here's to a Happy Ending?—
--Pet Heaven Part V--
For the next long five minutes, I was very shaken up by my actions. Not only did they disturb me, but they scared me a lot. I think this was because I was enjoying seeing my beloved Hiei suffer after each of his losses. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I delighted at making him hurt. I felt that he deserved it in some strange way. The only residual to torturing Hiei with the constant death of his pets was that he was beginning to get mad at me, of all people. Needless to say, the day continued.
"Hiei, I'm really very sorry about BB," I told Hiei, wrapping my arm around him, only to have him pull away from me.
"Kurama, I'm not in the mood for your sympathy. How could you have let this happen?" Hiei asked me, turning around with what might have been tears in his eyes.
"Are you blaming ME for YOUR spider's death?" I said, astonished by his accusations.
"Well, you were the one who took her into the shower with you, and who then threw her out only to be decapitated shortly after," Hiei responded, his eyes growing cold on me.
"I don't have to take this, Hiei. I will not stand here and be accused of this heinous crime! Besides, she was your responsibility. You can't go and blame me for all of your problems. You need to take responsibility for once instead of throwing it onto someone else," I told Hiei, folding my arms and standing my ground. Hiei was quiet for some time after my speech, digesting what I had said. Finally, he spoke.
"You're right, Kurama. I should not have taken out my anger on you. You didn't mean to viciously kill my BB, or any of my pets, for that matter. I've been awful to you. Will you please give me one more chance?" Hiei pleaded to me, looking up at me with his sad hippo eyes.
"Well . . ." I started, as Hiei happily interrupted.
"Oh thank you, Kurama! Let's go to the pet shop right now, before they close!"
And with that, we were out the door. I must admit that I didn't think Hiei meant that he wanted another chance with a pet. I thought he wanted me to forgive him for accusing me. But apparently he didn't get the message of my little speech.
We arrived at the Pet'n'Park place for the fifth time that day, only to see that almost all of the pets were gone. Hiei looked around and began to look very disappointed. Not wanting to see my Hiei unhappy, I addressed the clerk.
"Excuse me," I said, putting on my stern face. "Where exactly are all of your pets?"
"You again!!" The store guy exclaimed, clutching at his chest and staggering backwards.
"Yes, and as a frequent customer I demand to know where all of your merchandise has gone."
"I'll tell you exactly where it is," The man said, regaining his composure. "You and your little boy, there, bought me out!"
"Oh no we haven't!" Hiei cried out, a glint of happiness peaking through his usually cold voice. "You must see this beautiful little donut of love!"
I quickly turned around to see Hiei standing in front of a little baby pool, a plastic palm tree taped to the back. There, standing on one solitary foot, was a bright pink bird; a baby bright pink bird, to be exact.
"Hiei, that's not a pet."
"Yes it is, Kurama! It's the best pet I've ever seen. Can't I keep him . . .please?"
"Absolutely not! How do I know that this one won't end up like the last one?"
"I promise you, Kurama. This one is different."
Not changing my expression, I looked over at the pink monstrosity to examine it further. My eyes slowly absorbed the pinkness and the babyness of the little creature, only to realize that it was the most perfect specimen of anything I had ever seen.
"What is it, anyway?" I asked the store clerk, not losing my edgy tone.
"It's a baby flamingo; very rare, I might add."
"Baby flamingos aren't this pink. It takes years of shrimp to achieve such a pink," I protested.
"This one is different," The clerk explained. "You see, this baby's mother was addicted to shrimp while she was pregnant with this little baby. So he inherited his mother's shrimp. Thus, the bright pink color was achieved."
"I see . . ." I said, quickly falling in love with the baby bird.
"Can I keep him, Kurama? PLEASE?!! I've never had a bird before," he added.
"Wait just a second!" The store clerk butted in. "You just bought a bird today! A yellow one, to be exac-"
"Will you mind your own business?" I told him, turning back to Hiei. "Well . . .okay, Hiei." I gave in.
"YES!" Hiei jumped into the baby pool with the bright pink bird and hugged him... gently.
"Now what exactly makes you think that I'll sell this valuable bird to you the likes you?" The clerk asked, standing up straighter.
It was then that I narrowed my eyes to look directly at him as I began to think evil thoughts at him. "But, you see . . ." I said in a very sweet voice, still thinking terrible thoughts about him. "My partner, Hiei, really wants this baby pink flamingo. And if Hiei doesn't get what he wants, there is no way anyone can be happy. So you see my dilemma, do you not?" I asked him, maintaining my evil thoughts and my angelic voice. Apparently, my thoughts got through to him before my voice, because the clerk dude suddenly opened the register, and plainly said,
"That'll be $9,998.95, please."
Back at home, Hiei frantically began to set up his new pet's home.
"Hiei, take it easy. The bird does not need any monogrammed towels."
"Yes, he does. They are going to say William Jonathon Huxington the 16th. But you can call him Pinky, for short." Hiei gleamed at me, holding up the pink wash cloth with the name engraved into it. He did an exquisite job, I must admit.
"I've always wanted a monogrammed wash cloth . . ." I said under my breath.
"What was that, Kurama?" Hiei asked, looking up from his feather grooming.
"Oh, I'm going to make myself some more grilled cheese, is all." And make grilled cheese, I did. I made five of them, all with extra bread, and positioned myself on the couch with the TV remote in my hand.
"Once again, you've got to take control of your life," Dr. Phil said to a red headed fox spirit, not resembling myself in the slightest. "You are obviously feeling some very strong feelings of jealousy that will only lead to further death and destruction if they continue."
"Oh, shut up. I've heard enough of you for one day."
"Have you?" Dr. Phil asked me, that look of accusation coming over his face. "Have you heard enough of me, or have you just not been listening closely enough to notice that you have a dangerous problem that will hurt everyone you love care for."
"I only care for Hiei," I responded, getting defensive.
"And Hiei is showing signs of losing interest in you by giving all of his extra attention to these animals, and you are obviously feeling threatened by this."
"I don't care about his pets! Besides, I am emotionally balanced, and don't feel insecure about Hiei's feelings toward me."
"Yeah, right!"
"Are you mocking me, little man?" I asked the TV, standing and pulling out my Rose Whip.
"Kurama, do we have company?" Hiei asked from the other room.
I glanced at the TV and saw that there was a commercial for Coco Puffs on; the one with the toucan that changes into a baby flamingo right on the middle.
"No! That's just the grilled cheese talking."
Sometime between the flamingo swimming in coco goodness and my fourth grilled cheese, I fell asleep on the couch. The next thing I remembered was Hiei nudging me awake.
"Kurama, I want you to see William Jonathan Huxington the 16th's new home."
"Who?" I asked, barely opening my crusty eyes.
"Pinky!"
He dragged me off the couch and made me get up and go out onto the terrace. There I saw nothing but paradise. The sides of the walls were drenched in beautiful spider plants with purple and pink blooms on them. The cement was covered with lusciously soft grass, and in the corner was a flowing water fountain with a naked angel in the middle, spouting up water through his nose. Then, with an excellent view of the spouting angel, was the green little baby pool, the bright pink baby flamingo standing on his one foot, smiling as the sun bounced off of his soft new feathers.
"What do you think?" Hiei asked, bighting his nails nervously.
"Why, Hiei . . .I've never seen anything like it in my life . . ."
"Then you like it!" Hiei exclaimed, jumping up with pride.
"I didn't say that," Hiei stopped jumping, and for a moment, looked sad. "I guess it will do."
"Yeah well . . .I don't like your grilled cheese sandwiches."
"Now, now, Hiei, lets not say anything that we'll be sorry for later."
"Sorry."
There was a long moment of silence. I looked directly into Hiei's eyes, and he looked directly into mine. We maintained this for about seven and a half solid minutes, until he looked away in shame. I had won!
"Look, Kurama, I need to get some shrimp down at the super market for William the 16th. Do you think you could go back inside and work on not coming near my baby flamingo?"
"I wouldn't want to be near this mutant anyway."
With that, Hiei gave his pink bird a soft little hug, and left without as much as a goodbye.
I decided to do some ironing while I had the apartment to myself. I got out my rose covered ironing board and my bright green iron and one of Hiei's bandannas and began to iron. As I ironed, I talked to myself.
"Why should I care about Hiei's beautiful jungle and the monogrammed towels, anyway? I mean, it's not as if I couldn't make one of those for myself, what with my love for plants and pretty towels. I don't need anyone to love me. I have my house work to focus on, anyway. Hiei will always need unwrinkled bandannas. As long as there are bandannas, I will be there to iron them!" Before I even realized it, I was standing on top of the ironing board, shouting at the top of my lungs and swinging the bandanna around like a lunatic. Realizing what I was doing, I carefully got down and continued my ironing.
After I had finished Hiei's entire collection of bandannas, I began to wonder about the depths of the new found garden terrace. I decided that I had a right to my own terrace, whether Hiei's flamingo was there or not.
"Ah, the air smells so good, here on MY terrace," I said, patting my chest as I took a deep breath of polluted air. "Oh, I didn't mean to intrude on your bath time, little bird."
The bird turned his pink little head, ever so slightly so that one of his eyes was looking into mine. They smiled at me.
"So . . .Pinky . . . Hiei's been treating you well, I can see," I said, gesturing at all of the green plants around us. "He sure thinks highly of you."
The baby flamingo cocked his head to the side as I spoke, making him look even cuter than he was before. But I could see through his little charade.
"Don't try and woo me, you pathetic excuse for a baby bird. I know your evil plan. You're trying to take Hiei away from me. It won't work, though, because I've seen it before it has happened. Yes, yes, only one of my many talents. You can't compete with me. You know this, deep down, I'm sure."
As I was speaking, without my knowledge, I was actually walking toward the pink little flamingo. Before I knew it I was practically breathing down the bird's little neck, even though I was much taller than it.
"You see, you are nothing more than a bird. I, on the other hand, am a human. Well, no, not really. But at least I stand on TWO feet."
I then placed my hands on the birds soft little head, and moved them down to his back, feeling the smoothness of his feathers.
"You and I are going to be great friends. I can see it."
With that, I grabbed the baby pink flamingo by the neck and raised him over my head.
"HA HA HA HA!" I laughed out loud, a large grin on my face and hate in my heart. "You must die, little bird!!"
"Kurama, what are you doing!?"
I turned around just as my hands let go of the baby flamingo's neck to see Hiei standing behind me, a horrified look on his face as he saw his pride and joy fall from the terrace.
"Hiei!" I looked down at my hands and saw the light pink feathers that had stuck to my hands. Finally, I realized what I had just done. I had just thrown my partners bright pink baby flamingo off the balcony.
"Kurama . . .what have you done with my baby flamingo?" He asked me, an overwhelming sadness coming over his face which was quickly coming over me.
"Hiei . . .I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Will you ever forgive me?"
"Are you kidding me?!" He exploded with anger, his face getting red and his hair standing up on his head.
"You seem angry," I said, a bit puzzled I was.
"Of course I'm angry!" Hiei exclaimed, grabbing my hands for the pink little fuzz. "You killed my last pet! Maliciously, too. My wonderful baby bird, who now can't be saved by even a vet!"
"I didn't mean to, I swear!"
"Say that again and your beloved hair I will soon tear. You had no right to kill something that I loved so much. How can you live with yourself after you did something like such?" Hiei gestured to the side of the terrace, his face changing to the color of blue. In my stomach I started to feel the flu.
"This kind of behavior must stop!" Hiei cried. "Or promise you, I will, your precious head I will pop!"
"Hiei, you're hysterical. And I don't know if you've noticed, but you're talking in rhyme," I said, glancing at my watch to check the time.
"I'm sorry. Hiei, something is wrong with me. I've been having some very disturbing thoughts and images, and I have been doing some very strong and hateful things to you, especially, and you're many pets. For this I am sorry . . .but I am not sorry I did it. I know I should be, but I simply am not. Something is wrong, and I think I need help. But let me be honest with you. I really wanted to see your pets die. And I really wanted to see you hurt because of it," I looked up from my hands, not realizing that I was crying and saw Hiei looking at me with concern, for the first time that day, he was listening to me.
"And how did you feel about that?" I was sitting on a black leather couch, Dr. Phil taking down notes in a black leather notebook.
"How do you think I felt? I was happy that he was finally paying attention to me. I guess the reason I was wanted to see him hurt was because . . . because . . ." I was crying again. Hiei was sitting on a tall stool in the right hand corner of the room, his eyes wide with interest.
"Go on, Kurama. You're making excellent progress." Dr. Phil commented.
"Because I was jealous of all the attention Hiei was giving his pets and not me. I felt neglected and unwanted. That's why I wanted to kill all of Hiei's pets and make Hiei suffer for loving anyone else other than me."
"Exactly. Now that that's finished, I'll be sending you my bill." Dr. Phil said, getting up and shaking my hand.
"You mean, I'm cured?!" I said, jumping up happily, feeling a huge weight being lifted off from my chest.
"Just as long as you fully understand why you did all of this and that you still need to work on it, then yes, you are cured."
"Oh, that's great. Thank you so much. You're truly a genius."
"Oh, thank you, so much," Dr. Phil said, giving me a free pen.
"By the way, Dr. Phil," I began to say as Hiei climbed down from his stool in the corner. "I just wanted to tell you that I just love your all day marathon I've been watching on TV."
A strange look came over Dr. Phil's face; one of confusion and puzzlement. "Kurama, my TV show has been canceled for three months."
"And Kurama," Hiei added. "We don't have a TV."
It has been a long six weeks since my visit to Dr. Phil. Hiei and I have been living much better, understanding the we both need sensitivity and love for the relationship to be healthy. Hiei isn't sore at me anymore, and was greatly relived to discover that when I threw William Jonathon Huxington the 16th over the terrace, that we were only on the first floor of the building, and had landed on his leg, with no harm done. We became a happy little family; me, Hiei, and the pink baby flamingo. On cold nights the three of us would huddle in front of the fire and think of the pets of the past. Hiei would ask me if they were happy. I would plainly say, with an arm around his shoulder,
"They're in pet heaven, now."
--End--
--Who I Am--
(Youko Kurama's POV)
"Hiei..." I greeted gruffly, glaring at the little demon, promptly sitting up in the bed of Shuichi's spiffy new apartment.
"Don't be angry," he grunted, walking over to me.
"Don't be angry? Don't- be- ANGRY!? Why the hell not!? You nearly killed my human half, and then insisted on whipping him clean of memories! Not to mention before..."
"He will still know about everything up to the point before he got amnesia... the... first time."
"It doesn't matter. You know I'll tell him."
"You won't," he stated firmly, placing a delicate hand on my bare shoulder
I shot a look to him, seeing that he had an expression of sincere... trust.
"Be with me then...?"
Hiei grew silent, but a smirk soon cam across his lips.
"Anything for you, my fox cookie..."
Slowly, Hiei wrapped his arms around me, giving me a tender yet protective hug. But somehow it didn't express everything accurately...
My love for him was intense... heated... horny....
I grabbed Hiei's small figure and soon, before he knew it, I'd pinned him beneath me and vigorously begun to kiss him.
At that very moment, Shiori walked in with a box of Shuichi's thing.
"AHHHH!!"
"AHHHH!!"
"AHHHH!!"
I groaned.
ALL I WANTED WAS TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH HIEI LIKE I WAS PROMISED!!!
"Kurama," the woman snorted, glaring at me in disdain.
"You," I answered back in exactly the same manner.
"THAT'S IT!" Hiei cried out, pushing me away and getting up, off the bed. "Why do you two hate each other!?"
Shiori and I became very quiet, then. Hiei, on the other hand was only getting louder....
"You, why don't you like her!?" he asked, turning to give me a look.
"...She's... a... bitter, mean, rude, demon-disliking bitch?"
Shiori growled.
"And you?"
Hiei turned to Shiori.
"He... he isn't my son," she answered, an annoyed express befalling her.
"Okay then..." I said, sitting up, "Now that that's been dealt with, will you please LEAVE WOMAN!"
"YOUKO!" Hiei yelled, smacking the back of my head.
I turned to give the little demon a sarcastically meaningful expression of hurt. He grunted in response.
"Shiori, Kurama, you two have no reason to dislike each other. Now admit it! YOU'RE ONLY JEALOUS OF EACH OTHER!"
"Jealous!? WHY!?" Shiori and I question in unison.
"Because... that's the only answer I could think of, NOW APOLOGIZE!
"Sorry!" we both chirped, smiling widely as Shiori promptly scurried out of the apartment.
"OH!" Shiori said, popping her head back in. "Hiei, Yusuke and the others are outside wanting to see you... should I let them up—?"
"Tell them I'll be down later, twenty minutes to a half an hour."
"But they're right out—"
"LATER!"
"G-goodb-"
"LEAVE!"
Shiori quickly shut the door....
"Hiei, you better go, they'll become annoyed and hyper if you make them wait."
"But you'll become sad and lonely if I make you wait...."
"Hmmm?" I turned to look Hiei right in the face, to find he was no longer sitting next to me, and that I was actually looking a clock right in the face. I turned again, seeing Hiei playfully cuushed up in the bed ((A/N: "Cuushed" is NOT a real word...)).
"Come on, fox..."
I smirked to myself and crawled over to Hiei, firstly laying myself upon him, and then taking his lips in another passionate kiss. Hiei returned the favor, and invitingly ripped his shirt to shreds...
"Hiei, I thought you didn't WANT to be my lover," I uttered in his ear, between kisses.
"I didn't say that... or at least didn't mean to. ...Aaahh..." Hiei paused for a moment, as I began to kiss and nibble at his neck. "I want it to be meaningful for Shuichi; he's so emotional and sentimental... Between us, on the other hand... everything happened the way it should. We can raise our voices and be a little forceful, we're not so fragile."
"Ah, indeed..." I slurred, bringing myself down to Hiei's chest. "I guess our love is the kind that needs to be shouted!" I laughed, wrapping my arms around Hiei's waist to hold him closer.
"I love you, youko..." Hiei whispered, slowly closing his eyes as I further undress him.
"Me too..." I replied, just as softly....
(Keiko's POV)
"No! No! You lose!"
"NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HIEI NEEDED US TO LIFT THE PIANO AND—"
"Oh SURE! Why would Hiei need you to lift a piano!?"
"..........................."
"SEE!"
"Umm, Keiko, I'm afraid he's right. Hiei needed me to fly the jet that dropped the piano that Yusuke and Kuwabara loaded."
"But... but..."
"She's right, Keiko," Genkai started, nodding. "Hiei needed me to copilot the jet that Yukina flew that dropped the piano that Yusuke and Kuwabara loaded."
"So... why?"
"Well, the jet that Genkai copiloted that Yukina flew that dropped the piano that Kuwabara and I loaded was that of which dropped the piano onto the head of Hiei's boyfriend Kurama to cause the head injury that made that boyfriend lose his memories."
"So... Yukina flew the jet that Genkai copiloted that dropped the piano that Yusuke and Kuwabara loaded onto the head of Hiei's boyfriend Kurama that made that boyfriend lose all his memories!?"
"Yep!" Genkai, Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Yukina chirped.
"You mean KURAMA HAS AMNESIA AGAIN!?"
"Yep!" Genkai, Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Yukina chirped.
I sighed, thoroughly confused.
"Well, then where's Hiei? We've been waiting for him for twenty minutes to a half an hour! Wait a minute... WHY ARE WE EVEN HERE!?
"Well, the piano that Kuwabara and Yusuke loaded onto the jet that Yukina and I flew and hit Hiei's boyfriend Kurama causing the head injury that made that boyfriend lose all his memories, did in fact make Kurama lose his memories. So we all came down to Kurama's spiffy new apartment to pay him a visit because Hiei told us to... err... to make a long story short, we're all supposed to convince him that he just came out of that car accident again... and somehow get him to believe that he went into a coma and while he was unconscious, his mother moved him into this apartment," Genkai explained, her eyes rolling around in confusion.
"Yep!" Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Yukina chirped.
(Hiei's POV)
Twenty minutes to a half an hour later, after I had gotten fully dressed ((he's only wearing pants)), I was saying my goodbyes to Youko.
"You should probably change back to Shuichi now..." I said reluctantly, stealing another kiss off the youko.
"Yes, probably," he replied, tightening his hold on me. "But..." he hesitated, slowly giving me yet another kiss. "Your lips are just too delicious... that among other things...."
"Don't worry, I'll be back next weekend," I said, winking playfully at the fox.
"Mmmm, that sounds fun."
"See you later then, Youko?"
"Yes."
He nodded slightly as he unwound his arms away from me, slowly, moving them down until he could grip my hands.
"You better not change your mind about this, Hiei."
"Hn!" I scolded, yanking my hands away and turning my back to him. "Idiot..."
I heard soft chuckling from behind me, and soon after felt a slap on my rear. As I turned to yell at him, I found he was already changing back.
I hurried and threw my shirt back on, just as the transformation completed.
"H-Hiei?"
"Why aren't you lying down?" I asked, glaring at him. He soon complied with what I implied and laid himself down on the bed.
"What's going on...?" he asked, raising his hand to his head as he scanned the unfamiliar room.
"HELLO!!!!!" Yusuke, Genkai, Kuwabara, Yukina, and Keiko chirped, entering the room, all of them covering their eyes.
"Hello everyone," Kurama greeted softly, offering them his unseen smile.
One by one they uncovered their eyes.
"Kurama, are you alright!? You WERE just in a CAR accident!" Yusuke said, speaking very slowly and loudly.
"A car accident!? Oh, yes I-- ... I remember that..." Everyone tensed and held their breath. "Vaguely," he added, everyone exhaling in relief. "Umm, Hiei?" he started, turning to me.
"What?" I snapped, folding my arms.
"That's certainly an interesting shirt," he chuckled, everyone else joining in.
I look at my horribly torn garment, seeing that I might as well not have worn it. It was totally destroyed, leaving only one 'sleeve' and a small bit of fabric connecting that 'sleeve' to the bottom rim of the shirt.
"...Shaddup."
"Hmmmm," Kurama slurred, cheerfully ending his laughter. "So... what happened exactly? Why am I here, and where is here?"
"This is—" Yusuke tried to speak, but was interrupted by myself.
"Your mother moved you into your own apartment."
"And... I was in a car accident induced coma up till now?"
"Yep!" Yusuke, Kuwabara, Genkai, Keiko, and Yukina chirped.
"So, Kurama, you really don't remember anything...?" I asked, giving him a serious look.
He shook his head, smiling softly as he did.
"Hey, Hiei, wanna come over to Keiko and my spiffy new apartment for spaghetti!?"
"No."
"That's great! I think we have an extra spork for you!" the detective cried, grabbing and dragging me out of Kurama's apartment, everyone quickly walking out and away. I furtively waved at Kurama, and he returned the gesture.
--
"No Hiei, no..." Kurama whispered to himself after they all had left, pulling out a rose from seemingly nowhere, and unwrapping a small key tied to its stem. "I don't remember a thing."
A smirk enveloped his lips.
"Not a thing..."
--End--