CHAPTER FIVE

The First Day is Always the Worst

Hm... Let's see. Who should I monitor first? How about...

Kuwabara!

First day on the job, Kuwabara was escorted to the post office by his assigned police escort officer. He walked in and was given a uniform, which he changed into after one glare from his officer, which plainly said, "Don't mess around, you worthless piece of dust." This guy kind of reminded Kuwabara of Hiei. That's probably why he was assigned to him. Hiei had probably had his hand in this... or his eye... uh... whatever.

After changing, Kuwabara was given a lecture on proper social behavior, civil duty, and the like. He nearly fell asleep, but somebody kept flicking his ear every time his eyelids drooped. Ever had your ear flicked? It stings. Well, so Kuwabara was lectured, which lasted forever, and he finally got a section of the city assigned to him. He was a walking postal worker since he was assigned an area that was densely housed.

"Watch out for the Mihashi's house. They've got about two hundred dogs," his lecturer warned. The police officer noticed Kuwabara had been drifting off during that comment, and had purposely not punished him, thinking to let him learn from his stupidity. Usually stupidity isn't something you learn from, but hey, you never know.

Well, Kuwabara walked up the street with his bag of mail hanging from his shoulder, throwing things into mailboxes. His escort officer was across the street a little ways behind him so that it didn't look like he was following him, when Kuwabara came to the Mihashi's house. A little Yorkshire terrier was sitting on the porch. It was a really cute little dog, and Kuwabara had to go past it to get to the mailbox by the door. Well, he walked up the porch steps, barely paying attention to the little furball, put the Mihashi's mail in their box, turned around, and stopped dead.

The porch was surrounded by dogs of all shapes and sizes.

"Oh, crap," was all Kuwabara said before a particularly angry-looking Doberman lunged at him. He took off and leapt off the side of the porch, tearing down the street with the dogs on his heels while his escort officer rolled on the ground across the street laughing.

And that was the highlight of Kuwabara's first day.

Yusuke. Yusuke was having great fun. Most hair stylists have some sorts of special scissors and dye and all kinds of lovely things they use to make your hair look like it was done by a professional.

Yusuke's hair styling tools consisted of an endless supply of hair gel and a comb. And hedge trimmers. And lollipops for the little kids who were fortunate enough to keep their heads when he was done with them.

Needless to say, his customers weren't too happy with him.

A little girl came in, probably five or six years old, with bushy brown hair. That really bushy kind of hair that no matter what you try to do with it, it's still poofy.

She left with a mohawk, a lollipop, and a very angry mother.

Some really old dude came in. He had a really ugly comb-over. Really ugly.

He left with... an even uglier comb-over.

Some guy came in with long black hair. Yusuke stared at him, and stared at him, and stared at him some more, trying to figure out why he looked familiar. He couldn't place the guy, so he gave him a gelled-up mohawk and charged a lot of money for it.

As the guy was leaving, he turned to Yusuke and said, "Would you know where I could find a Shuichi Minamino?"

Yusuke blinked, staring at the guy who no longer looked familiar due to the mohawk.

"Sure. He's working in that little flower shop on the edge of the city," he said.

"Thank you," the guy answered.

"Have a lollipop," Yusuke said, pushing it into the man's hand and spinning him around. He pushed him out the door and waited for his next customer. While waiting, he noticed his escort officer. He noted that his escort officer had nice hair that would probably be easy to do anything he wanted with.

"Need a hair cut?" Yusuke asked him.

"From you?! Yeah, in a million years," the guy answered.

"Damn."

Eclipse Shinomori was having great fun at her job. Her first priority was to get a dirt bike. Her second priority was to learn how to use it and get really good at it in a few hours before her first show.

She was still working on her first priority.

As she and her escort officer stood outside showcase window, looking at dirt bikes, a strange guy dressed in black with a really freaky mohawk walked by. Eclipse stared at him. She stared at him some more. If he didn't have the mohawk, he would have looked kind of familiar. But he did have the mohawk, and that's why she was staring at him. That was a really freaky mohawk. She decided he must have been to see Yusuke, and went back to the bikes.

"I like that one," Eclipse said, pointing to a white-and-blue dirt bike. Her escort officer laughed.

"Do you know anything about dirt bikes?" he asked.

"Nope!" Eclipse chirped happily.

"Let me give you some lessons. You can't pick a bike by looks. You have to examine the mechanics," the guy said. He was obviously a sportsy type. He lectured Eclipse on the finer and finest points of the mechanics of dirt bikes. Finally she quit trying to understand and interrupted him.

"Instead of tutoring me and expecting me to remember, why don't you help me pick out a bike?"

"You would let me do that?"

"... Didn't I just ask you to?"

"I'd love to!"

This guy talked about picking out a dirt bike like it was a religion. Maybe it was his religion. Dirt-bike-ism.

They went about completing priority one. This guy examined every single bike down to the direction the tire treads went. Eclipse slept.

Shadow's first day coaching was... well... violent. Hiei stood on the sidelines while she did a dribbling demonstration to the junior high kids on the team.

Shadow was a very dangerous coach. She screamed and yelled and coached to death until her voice got hoarse. And remember, she was just the assistant coach! The original coach was so startled, he didn't do any coaching at all.

While Shadow screamed and kicked and dribbled, some guy with a really freaky mohawk walked by. He was on the sidewalk a few feet away from the edge of the field. Hiei noticed this guy and stared. He had a really freaky mohawk, and a lollipop stick hanging out of one side of his mouth. Something about this weird dude was familiar, but Hiei couldn't place it, and his thoughts were quickly directed elsewhere as a stray soccer ball slammed him in the side of the head.

"Oh my God, Hiei! Are you all right?" Shadow yelped, running across the field to him. He sat up, rubbing his head, and looked down the sidewalk, but the freaky-mohawk-guy had already turned a corner and vanished.

"I'm fine," Hiei said.

"Sure you are. Aya! Dribble twenty laps as punishment for hitting Hiei!" Shadow snapped.

"I think you're over-coaching, Shadow," Hiei said as he watched Aya miserably start around the field with a ball.

"I'm just yelling a lot. I have no idea what I'm doing," Shadow said. With a quick smile, she jogged back out to the team, where the coach had finally gotten enough sense to give some of his own instructions, and the team was playing a mini-game against itself... You know what I mean. Scrimmage. Yeah, I think that's what it's called... (I'm not into sports. I played soccer in 5th grade. I got slammed in the mouth during a game and made a fool of myself crying. That's about all I remember about my experience with soccer.)

Kurama was actually rather enjoying his job. This wasn't exactly just a flower shop, it was kind of like a green house that grew flowers and sold them too. He had just shaken off about ten fangirls with a little help from his escort officer who happened to be doubling as a shield against the aforementioned fangirls. This guy was a perfect shield. He was ugly as all get-out. He was so ugly, all Kurama had to do was position him outside the door, and no fanatics would come near the flower shop. But that was bad for business, since he also scared away everybody else, so Kurama asked the guy to sit in the back and read a newspaper or something (to hide his ugly face).

Anyway, so he had just shaken off these fangirls when some guy with a big mohawk walks in. Well, about two seconds earlier, Kurama's escort officer had stepped outside to have a smoke, so Kurama found it hard to believe anybody had managed to survive all the way past the guy and into the shop, even some guy with a mohawk. A really freaky mohawk. Some guy who looked strangely familiar...

"Hello, Kurama," the guy said. Kurama's jaw dropped. Now he knew where he knew this guy from, and he suddenly wished his escort officer, ugly as he was, was sitting nearby reading the playboy magazine he'd left on his chair when he went out to smoke.

"What the hell are you doing here, Karasu?" Kurama asked. "Haven't you died enough yet?"

"Yes, that's why I don't intend to die this time. I noticed all of your friends around town. Except for that big stupid human, but I suppose that's for the better, since he was so ugly."

Just at that moment, Kuwabara ran by screaming with a pack of angry dogs on his heels. Doberman, Great Dane, Rottweiler, German Shepherd... All the big dogs had stayed close to him. The little dogs, the Dachshunds, Yorkies, and Chihuahuas, were trailing behind, but still barking and slobbering madly.

"You were saying?" Kurama asked, leaning against the counter.

"Yes... So now you're working in a flower shop. It fits. Why?"

"Is that important? Are you going to buy anything or not? Because if you're not, then you're loitering, and I could have you kicked out," Kurama said. He was actually almost calm. Just talking to Karasu made him kind of nervous, but the perv didn't seem to be in a perverted mood at the moment, so Kurama felt a lot safer than he usually did around Karasu.

"I would buy something, if I had money."

"Then have a free flower," Kurama said, pushing a rose up against Karasu's chest. The flower exploded with his energy and tied Karasu up.

"Oh, must you, Kurama? I wasn't harassing you!"

"Yeah, well I feel a lot safer with you tied up. Now, in case you hadn't realized this, a live flower shop is just a giant weapon for me. Now..."

The bell by the door jingled, signaling somebody had opened it. Kurama looked over Karasu's shoulder at the customer, then quickly pushed Karasu behind him and smiled pleasantly (as pleasantly as he could when he was nervous and angry and had a pervert tied up with rose vines so close behind him they were touching).

"Can I help you?" he asked the man who had walked in. The guy was holding a little girl's hand. She looked at Kurama with that suspicious look only little kids can give.

"Yes... I'd like a dozen white roses," the man said.

"Of course. I'll be right out. Just a second," Kurama said. He turned around and pushed Karasu backwards to the door that led to the green house in the back of the shop. Opening the door, he shoved Karasu inside, closed the door, then realized he had to go in there to get the customer's roses, so he turned around and went in too.

"Stay right there," Kurama warned, pointing his finger millimeters away from Karasu's eye. He quickly gathered up a dozen roses, trimmed them up all nice, tied a bow around the stems, and stepped into the outer shop.

"Would you like them in a vase?"

"No thank you. That's fine," the man said. He seemed kind of eager to get his little girl away from the freaky flower shop of doom. Kurama charged the guy, handed him his flowers, and started towards the green house. The little girl spoke up as she was just about to walk out the door.

"Mister, who was that man you had all tied up?"

Kurama had done his best to hide the vines from the customers' sights, but we all know little kids are evil. Somehow they know everything you don't want them to, you know? That's why I hate them.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kurama said nervously.

"That man with the icky hair! He was all tied up!"

"That man is a very bad man, and he deserved it," Kurama said, silently hoping the little kid would just burst into flames. Where was Hiei when he needed him?

"I think you're a bad man, and that's a good man."

Kurama was on the verge of pulling a Shadow on the little kid and trying to eat its heart. Instead, he tried to calm down and explain.

"That man is evil, and he's--"

"I think you're evil. Why do you have to have a police man outside the door then?" the little girl said. That was it.

"SHUT UP, LITTLE KID, BEFORE I PULL OUT YOUR HEART!" Kurama screamed, his aura exploding and plants all through the shop springing to life. The little girl screamed and burst into tears. Her father pulled her out of the shop quickly and they ran down the street.

"God, Kurama, think you lost your temper a bit?"

Kurama spun on Karasu, who was standing in the doorway with his vine-ropes gone. That was a bad move for Karasu, because Kurama was breathing hard from exploding on some little kid, his eyes were practically glowing gold, he was on the verge of going Youko, and that pushed him over the edge.

Poosh.

Youko Kurama appeared. Yeah. Silver hair, gold eyes, white clothes, and sexy body... the works.

"Wow," was all Karasu could say.

"Wow?" Youko squeaked. A nearby potted bonsai tree grew a mouth and some teeth and lunged at Karasu, latching onto his throat. Youko couldn't help but laugh as Karasu screamed about demonic evil little trees, and wildly clawed at his throat to get it off. The racket from this, plus the earlier event of the man with the little kid, drew the attention of the ugly cop outside, and the door opened. Youko stopped laughing real fast and pushed Karasu inside the greenhouse, shoving his way in behind him and closing the door. He slid down and sat on the floor with his back against it.

"Hectic first day," he muttered. He heard a whimper and looked up at Karasu. The man was pointing at the tree latched onto his throat and looking at Youko with pleading eyes. The kitsune laughed until he cried.

"Get it off!" Karasu whined. Finally, after regaining his composure and trying hard not to laugh again, Youko pulled his energy from the tree and it turned into a normal tree without a mouth and dropped to the floor.

Then Youko noticed something he felt real stupid for not noticing before. Other than having a mohawk, there was another reason Kurama had had trouble recognizing him.

"Where the hell is your mask? Shouldn't you have blown up by now?"

"Oh yes. Well if you hadn't been so rude when I first came in, I would have gotten around to explaining that. I got a miniature thing installed in my throat in Makai. It does the same thing as the mask did, and leaves my mouth free for... other activities," Karasu said. Youko's eyes widened and he stood up, just as there was a knock on the door.

"You in there Minamino?" came the ugly cop's voice.

"Oh, shoot," Youko whispered under his breath. He transformed back into his human form.

"Yeah. I'm here," Kurama answered.

"Well why don't you get out here? I'm supposed to be watching you, and that's kind of hard when I can't see you."

"No shit, Sherlock," Kurama whispered, so low only Karasu heard him. Karasu laughed. With a sigh, Kurama opened the door and nearly ran into his escort officer, who was standing with his ear to the door. This brought more laughter from Karasu, and the police officer looked at the man curiously.

"Who is that?"

"A sick psychotic stalker who should be locked up in prison," Kurama answered, pushing past the officer and going to a chair behind the counter, where he sat down and started pruning a bonsai, oblivious to he world.

The officer gave Karasu another suspicious look, then walked away, eager to get back to his Playboy.

Finally, practice was over. It had only been three hours. Shadow realized that if she only did this one job, it would take ages to get 300 hours in. She told Hiei her discovery.

"Hiei, if I only do this one job, it's gonna take ages to get in 300 hours," she complained.

"Well, I'm sure we could arrange for you to spend several hours doing this, then go back to prison for the remainder of the work day," he suggested. Shadow would have hit him, but he was already nursing four bumps on his head from stray soccer balls.

She settled for, "Shut up, baka."

Just then, Kuwabara ran past the field, screaming like a maniac, with a pack of wild, slobbering, foaming, barking dogs running behind him. Hiei saw this as a golden opportunity, ran up onto the sidewalk, and stuck his foot out. Kuwabara tripped, went flying and, was promptly covered in a pack of foaming slobbering dogs. They slurped him senseless. It was hilarious to watch, but Shadow pitied the dogs. He had to taste awful (but she wasn't about to prove that theory).

A few minutes later, all the dogs moved on and left Kuwabara lying there covered in slime, mud, and dog hair. Hiei and Shadow laughed until they fell over into the middle of the street and nearly got hit by a semi. Then they confined their laughter to the sidewalk.

"That was priceless, Kuwabara," Shadow said. "You should do that more often."

"What, trip over Hiei and get attacked by rabid wolves?" Kuwabara asked, standing up, his hair a mess and generally looking like crap (more so than usual, I mean). He started gathering up the mail that had scattered, which he had never got around to delivering because of the dogs.

"Where's your escort officer?" Hiei asked, still smirking.

"I don't know. I left him behind at that Mihashi place where those creatures came from," Kuwabara said.

"Ah. In that case, I will have to escort you back to 'that Mihashi place', where you will continue your assigned service," Hiei said, sounding quite professional. Shadow quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, Hiei, you sound like you're actually caring about your job!" she said.

"Nah, I just felt like acting strange."

"Uh-huh," Shadow said, realizing that it was a kind of strange thing in itself for Hiei to just randomly act strange because he felt like it. "So what should I do in the meanwhile?"

"Come with me."

"Oh. Okay. That'll work. If I pick up litter along the way, can that count as community service?" Shadow asked. Hiei thought for a minute.

"It works for me. If it's not official, we'll just lie," he answered. Shadow smiled. Kuwabara glared.

"What kind of police officer are you?" he asked. "Not a very honorable one, if you ask me."

"Kuwabara, I am the kind of police officer that isn't a police officer. I'm a prison guard," Hiei corrected. "And the only reason I'm out here is because of my Jagan and my concern for Shadow."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kuwabara asked suspiciously as they started down the street.

"It's supposed to mean he isn't a very honorable prison guard either," Shadow said. "He's a dishonest cheater who uses his freaky eye to screw with puny humans's brains. And that's part of the reason he's my best friend. Best guy friend. Eclipse and Hiei are tied as my best friends. Um. The point is, there is no point, so I'll shut up."

"Uhhhhh... Whatever" was all Kuwabara had to say to that.

They walked together for a little while more, with Shadow occasionally walking off to the side to gather up some trash in a black garbage bag she had conveniently been keeping in her pocket, along with a pair of white rubber gloves.

Hiei turned around and looked up the road, curious about a sound he'd heard. He quickly identified that sound as a dirt bike with two passengers, one of them screaming at the tops of her lungs. And they were speeding. Oh, were they speeding.

Hiei stepped out into the middle of the road far enough ahead of the bike so that it could stop without running into him. And it did stop, about two inches away from slamming into him and sending him flying, but somehow the whole time he had stood there without moving, without showing emotion, like he knew 100% that the bike would stop.

When the passengers pulled off their helmets, Kuwabara saw why he'd been so sure (Shadow had already been fairly sure why, and seeing the passengers only confirmed it). If you haven't guessed, it was Eclipse Shinomori and her escort officer. Her officer had been driving, and she had been hanging onto his waist for dear life. While Eclipse looked rather shaken, the officer looked like he'd just had the most fun in the world.

"Hey, Hiei!" he said. "You got a double assignment?"

"What? No, I'm just taking this baka back to where he SHOULD BE. He's afraid of dogs, so he ran away from them," Hiei said. "He's supposed to be delivering mail back up around the Mihashi's place."

"No prob. I can take him," the officer said. "That is, if you don't mind watching Eclipse. I'm sure she'll behave. She's kinda stunned from shooting down the road at 120 mph." The officer turned to Kuwabara. "Take Eclipse's helmet and hop on, kid."

When the bike shot down the road and out of sight around a turn, Shadow turned to Eclipse.

"That's your escort officer?"

"Uh-huh."

"Man, he seems a lot cooler than Hiei," Shadow said, glancing at Hiei to see his reaction. He glared at her and she hugged him. "I'm kidding, Hiei. But he did seem cool."

"His name is Taikan Otaka. He's like... 22 years old," Hiei replied. "He's kinda strange."

"He's obsessed with dirt bikes," Eclipse said.

"At least you'll have somebody who can help you with your job. Hiei here just stands on the sidelines and provides a nice target for the soccer balls."

"I'm not supposed to help, I'm supposed to be guarding you," Hiei said coldly.

"Oh, whatever," Shadow said. "So what now?"

"Now, we both go home," he said. "And Eclipse stands here and waits for Otaka to get back. Kapeesh?" (Don't care if that's spelled right. It looks like it sounds, and that's good enough for me.)

"Kapeesh! Okey-dokey!" Shadow said, skipping down the street happily. Hiei walked after her, staring like she was nuts.

On the way home, they passed the flower shop and decided to step in and visit Kurama. They walked in the door and saw Kurama, his escort officer in the back drooling over Playboy, and, looking around, they saw Karasu sitting in a corner tied to a chair with green ropes (which were really vines of some sort).

"Kurama, what the heck is he doing here?" Shadow asked, startled.

"Wait... THAT'S why that guy with a mohawk looked familiar! It was you!" Hiei said. "Where's your mohawk?"

"Kurama made me get rid of it," Karasu said. "I don't mind. If Kurama likes it..."

Kurama shuddered. "He was scaring away the customers, so I tied him up."

"Not to mention how much he was scaring you," Shadow teased.

"That too. So why are you guys here?" Kurama said, changing the subject.

"Well, being a soccer coach, Shadow doesn't have a full day to work, so we dropped by here on the way home. I only have to work as long as my subject does, since I got re-assigned, so I'm headed home too," Hiei said.

"Ah."

"Can I come with you?" Karasu asked.

"No!" all three answered at the same time.

"I'm not letting some freak like you into my house! Especially while Kurama is staying with me!" Shadow snapped. Hiei and Kurama both turned and stared at her, wide-eyed and angry. She realized what she had said and slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Forgive me, my Lords," she said, bowing. Then she turned and glared at Karasu. "You DID NOT HEAR THAT."

"Yes I did."

"Uh... No. You didn't."

"Yes I did! I have ears. I can hear quite well," Karasu said.

Shadow stalked over and stood in front of him. She was dressed in a black tank top and short black shorts from soccer. Her legs were covered in dirt from scrimmaging and falling, and her hair was a mess. In one hand she held a single soccer shoe (I think they're called cleats. They have the little stubs on the bottom...), which she held up threateningly. That, along with the evil furious glare she had on her face, made her look really, quite dangerous. Hiei even thought she looked like somebody he wouldn't want to mess with (woman's wrath. Girls are more dangerous than guys when they're ticked off), even though he could only see her back.

"You didn't hear it, okay, Karasu?" she said coldly. Karasu stared at the dirty muddy shoe.

"Okay," he said in a little voice.

"Thank you!" Shadow chirped. She walked back to Hiei and Kurama. "He didn't hear me. You're safe, Kurama."

"No thanks to you in the first place," he said.

"Let's get out of here. I need a shower," Shadow said, ignoring him.

"Yeah, you smell awful," Hiei said. Shadow thumped him in the back of the head with her shoe.

"Shut up, short stuff! I'm a soccer coach you know!"

"Yeah, whatever," Hiei muttered. She aimed to hit him again, but he caught her shoe. "Let's go. See you later, Kurama."

And with that, Shadow was dragged out of the flower shop and up the street, into her house, and up to the bathroom down the hall from her room, where Hiei reached for the doorknob, but Shadow screamed bloody murder to stop him.

"NO! DON'T OPEN THAT!" she screamed.

"Why not? You got tampons lying around?"

Hiei received a kick in the head.

"No! There's a trio of singing shoes in there! They'll sing me to death!"

"Uh... Whatever," Hiei said, turning the knob.

"NOOO!" Shadow screamed. Too late. Hiei opened the door, and the two fire demons were sent flying backwards from pure force of sound waves.

"RUBBER DUCKY, YOU'RE THE ONE! YOU MAKE BATH TIME SO MUCH FUN!"

"CLOSE THE DOOR!" Shadow screamed.

"I CAN'T GET UP!" Hiei replied.

The shoes continued to sing.

"I HAVE A SAD STORY TO TELL YOU. IT MAY HURT YOUR FEELINGS A BIT. LAST NIGHT I WENT INTO MY BATHROOM, AND STEPPED IN A BIG PILE OF SHAVING CREAM, BE NICE AND CLEAN, SHAVE EVERY DAY AND YOU'LL ALWAYS LOOK KEEN!"

"CLOSE. THE. DOOR!!!" Shadow screamed.

"YOU! THEY'RE YOUR SHOES!" Hiei retorted.

"NO THEY AREN'T! THEY MOVED IN!"

"WHAT?"

"THEY MOVED IN! ONE DAY I WENT INTO THE BATHROOM, AND THEY WERE THERE, AND THEY HAD BUILT A SHOEBOX AND EVERYTHING!"

"OH. CLOSE THE DOOR!"

"SHUT UP, HIEI! YOU'RE STRONGER! YOU DO IT!"

Finally, several hours later...

"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT AWFUL SINGING?"

Shadow and Hiei looked to see Kurama walking down the hall.

"THE TRIO OF SHOES!" Shadow screamed.

"WELL SHUT THE DOOR!"

"WE CAN'T!"

Kurama sighed, walked over, and shut the door, cutting off the shoes' recital of, "Singing in the Bathtub." An almost-scary silence settled over the second floor.

"Wow. I can hear myself thinking!" Shadow said, standing up. "I haven't been able to do that for hours."

"I can't hear anything, let alone my thoughts," Hiei muttered. He stalked away.

"I think you should get rid of those shoes," Kurama suggested before walking down the hall to his own room.

And so went the first day of jobs. Kuwabara did end up getting all his mail delivered. Yusuke ended up getting yelled at by his boss and had to do something other than gelling up hair after he spiked some old lady's hair so it looked like a pin cushion. That's all.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs that those shoes were singing. Yes, that one about shaving cream is a real song. It's called "Shaving Cream." I heard it on a Dr. Demento CD.

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