Disclaimer: I really, really would like to say that I owned Yu Yu Hakusho.
But if I did do you really think I would let Cartoon network edit it so
much as to completely butcher it? Nah. Didn't think so.
Chapter 2
"Wake up you lazy bum! Moo-ooooove your-" Hiei stalked over and whacked the cow clock evilly on it's little ceramic head. Despite all his strength, it didn't even crack. Kuwabara was already up and dressed and was now trying to wake up Yuske. "Rise and shine, Urameshi!" He yelled with a dopey grin on his face. Yuske opened one eye and retorted, "Good mornin' John-boy! Now shut the heck up so I can sleep!" He finished his remark with a thwap to Kuwabara's head.
Kurama was downstairs eating breakfast and reading a good book. A cup of tea was put down in front of him and he thanked whoever it was without looking up.
"Thanks."
"Oh, it was nothing!" Lyra shook her head, Salvatore doing a weird impression of his owner from atop her shoulder. Still smiling, Lyra poked him in the beak and slipped back into the kitchen. Kurama looked up with a puzzled expression and shrugged. Lyra wasn't bad or anything, he just wished he knew more about her besides her first name and that little, feathery cling-on. But her shy attitude was intriguing him, and he knew she was either a first timer when it came to having a crush or an experienced temptress. Sometimes it was like she could read his mind.
Lyra checked the surrounding auras in the house to check who was up. Everyone, that made seven people. Sometimes she wished her younger sister was around to help with
the cooking. Breakfast wasn't really Lyra's specialty. She was better at lighter meals like lunch and dessert. Lark loved fatty foods and as such, loved to cook them. Holly was a pro at mixing drinks. Together, at their old school, the three had whipped up many prize-winning four or five course meals for special events and dinner theatres.
Choosing to do breakfast the easy way, she heated up a dozen or so bagels and muffins. While bringing out the jam and preserves, she ran into Hiei, literally. "Jeez, I'm so sorry. I'll wash that shirt for you after breakfast, just leave it on my bed. By the way, could you bring these out to the table?" Hiei gave his usual reply of "Hn" but grabbed the various jars and plates anyways. "Oops. Almost forgot! Here!" Lyra opened a drawer and got out a bunch of spoons. Seeing as to the fact that Hiei's arms were full, she stuffed them in his mouth, much to the way a dog carries a stick. "Fmph! Mou mwenph!"
" If you just mumbled what I think you did, don't be surprised to see that nice white shirt dyed pink when I'm through washing it!" "Grrmph" "March soldier!" "Minph!" Hiei stomped out to the table, much to the bemusement of Yuske, Kuwabara, and Kurama, set up the condiments, and flashed upstairs to go change his shirt.
Rachel stormed into the dining room. "What are you three doing lolly- gagging? Your lessons start now!" Kuwabara looked around. "Hiei, Urameshi, me and. Hey! Where's Kurama?" Rachel glared at him. "Nitwit! Kurama is waiting for you guys! We can't start the lessons until all of you are present." With a quick motion, she shooed the boys out of the house and into the backyard.
"Each of you will be given a personal teacher, of which has already been assigned. The list is as follows:
Kurama- Rachel for herbology
Yuske- Senior Ryo for astrology and Latin
Kuwabara- Laird Michelangelo for fighting techniques
Hiei- Djorn for fire manipulation Please enjoy your lessons for today, the classes about every two days or so. Goodbye." With that, Erica bustled off to god knows where, leaving the four students to wait for their teachers, except for Kurama. Yuske poked him in the ribs and smirked. "Tough luck, Kurama. Too bad you got stuck with Rachel. But astrology and Latin is probably just as bad." Hiei snorted and said, "Like I need to learn fire manipulation. watch this." With a glare he set a bush on fire. Just as quickly though, a blue flame blazed up at his feet, which caused him to jump at least a foot.
"Cute, boy, but no destroying public property when I'm here." A sooty gray centaur stepped out of the forest shadows. At the same time, a very old man wheeled up the path in a wheel chair. What surprised them the most; though, was a walking dog skeleton that nudged Kuwabara's hand. Kurama stood up and
bid them goodbye before he scurried off to his lessons.
"You old coot! There's no way I can understand this!" Yuske yelled in frustration at his ancient teacher, but Ryo seemed to have drifted off into la la-land while the young boy struggled with the Latin scriptures. "Hey! Are you listening?" Yuske shook the old man's shoulder and was startled to see Senior Ryo fall out of his wheelchair and lay motionless on the floor. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Shit! I killed a teacher!" Yuske panicked and looked for a phone, emergency flares, anything that would get a teacher there quick. Frantically he spied the messenger pigeon's coop. Well, at least he thought they were pigeons or birds of some sort. But when he opened the thickly meshed screen door he was met with at least twenty or thirty huge bats. Yuske stifled a scream and quietly shut the door before the furry little creatures could wake up.
"WhatdoIdoWhatdoIdoWhatdoIdo." While poor Yuske pulled his hair out trying to figure out a way to help Ryo, a wrinkled, cracked hand touched his shoulder. "It'sh all right, shonny boy." The old man gave Yuske a snaggletoothed grin and was suddenly swept up in a burst of blinding lights. In the old geezer's place stood a young man. He was incredibly boyish and his ears were slightly pointy. Ryo then burst out laughing. "How do you like that trick, Yuske? I always like to play pranks on my new students." "H-how?" Yuske stammered. Ryo chuckled some more. "You won't be learning just Latin here my boy, oh no. You will also learn illusionary magic like the spell I just used." "Ryo?" "Yes?" "Die you pointy-eared freak!" The spirit detective got the elfish man in a headlock and tried to strangle the poor teacher.
The two walked down the path in silence, except for the clip clopping of Djorn's hooves. The dapple-gray clearly was a skilled master in the fire arts, which was ironic considering that horses were supposed to hate fire. Hiei resisted the temptation of setting his "teacher's" tail on fire. He was probably twice as old as the centaur.
The silence was really getting to Djorn's nerves. Usually when he had a student he had to cast a few silencing spells on them to keep them quiet. The fire demon traveling with him made him more than a little wary of his surroundings. Needless to say, he was glad to see his familiar workshop and scoop. (A.N.- it's kinda like a ditch, but you can fold a roof down over it or leave it in the open. With the roof down, it's like a house. Sorry for "Borrowing" your idea, K.A. Applegate) Back with reality, Djorn waved a hand over to his home. "Your lessons will be outside. I hate stuffy classrooms myself."
Hiei was caught a little off guard by the proposition of outdoor lessons. The entire area was flammable and therefore would catch fire easily if the caster was careless. Djorn obviously liked the idea of learning from mistakes when it came to teaching students. "To test your abilities, I've set up a test." The centaur pulled a bundle of papers from the bag slung about his waist. Hiei groaned, thinking it was a written test, but was again surprised to see Djorn chant a few words and throw the papers into the air. Automatically, the sheets started to fold themselves into little paper airplanes. Djorn gave the miniature squadron a few minutes to get situated and fly out of reach before telling Hiei his instructions. "Burn every one of them to ashes before they reach the ground. No using your sword either. If even one scrap touches the ground, you lose points. You have three minutes to destroy all one hundred. Begin."
Kuwabara skittered away from the intimidating skeleton. It had probably been thrown together from the bones of many different canine corpses. The legs were short and stocky, its tail was whip-like, and the jaws were long with sharp teeth. In the skull's eye sockets were two green glowing orbs. Kuwabara pulled out his spirit sword and slashed at the terrifying beast. Although the sword had not actually hit the dog, the shock wave after was powerful enough to cause it to fall apart. The bones shook and clattered into a small pile and the green lights in the sockets went out. "Oh Yeah! Who rocks! Huh?" The red head picked up a black leather collar from the pile of bones. The tag read: Bones, owner: Laird Michelangelo. "Oops! Bones, huh? Guess ya must've been the guy's pet. Sorry, nothing personal." Kuwabara patted the skull affectionately and started towards the direction that "Bones" had come from, whistling.
Kuwabara was so intent on finding the Laird and apologizing about the skeleton that he didn't notice the green lights rekindle and the demolished skeleton floating up. The heavily toothed skull sped after the dimwitted dope, not even letting its other parts catch up long enough to reattach. You see, the dog had been sent by Laird Michelangelo to guide Kuwabara to its owner. and Kuwabara had gotten it so angry, Bones decided to give the new student a piece of his mind.
The forest was never ending and Kuwabara was getting pretty peeved with all the quiet. Suddenly the bushes rustled and a spindly demon-thing jumped out. "Finally! Some action!" Kuwabara brought out his spirit sword and gave the thing a very powerful slash from neck to the middle of the waist, followed by another killing blow that separated the body into to pieces just around the waist. Instead of spilling it's guts; though, out spewed insects and black smog. It was all he could do to keep the contents of his stomach from surfacing as the rotting corpse crawled on it's belly and grabbed hold of his leg.
"EeeEEEEeeeeeEEww!!! It's all decomposing and rotting and stuff!" Kuwabara franticly shook his leg, desperate to get his icky assailant to let go. The horrible creature then started to liquefy, all over Kuwabara's new jeans. More desperate to save his pants than secure information on what the thing was, he quickly cut the monster's arms, letting the torso drop to the ground and shriek in pain while thrashing the stubs it's arms used to be. (If you've ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail, imagine the black knight after King Arthur cut off all his limbs. Then replace the Black knight's bleeding torso with that of a zombie from the Resident Evil series. Yuck.)
Kuwabara used his spirit sword to skewer the remaining pieces of rotting flesh and dissipated the energy blade, letting the rotting pieces fall to the ground. "Gross." Kuwabara was almost over his case of the jitters when a disembodied voice started them anew. "And that was just a little one, Kuwabara. Stay there until Bones comes and finds you." The redhead stopped shivering and apologetically called out, "But I killed him! Sorry about your pet, sir!" "Once something is dead, it cannot die again." The voice seemed to come from Kuwabara's left and he searched the nearby bushes. A skeleton dropped down from a tree and scared Kuwabara out of his wits (not that he had any to begin with. he's just a goof.). "Didn't I tell you to stay where you were?! Now sit down and be a good boy." Kuwabara did as the voice said, sensing that this thing, whatever it was, was his teacher. "Yessir!" he shouted as he plopped down onto an old, petrified tree stump.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rachel wasn't as bad as Kurama thought at first. Sure, she was still strict and wouldn't accept anything but the best, but that was only within reason for a respected teacher such as her. Being so strict, though, only made Kurama's task even more difficult. Having to repot any carnivorous plant was tough, but having to repot one that looked like something right out of Little Shop of Horrors was even worse. The kitsune had dragon hide gloves on that barely protected him from the two-foot terror. Quickly, he switched the tape in the cassette player to side B and pressed play. If it weren't for the music, the little bugger in his arms would make sure he didn't have much of his limbs left. Sighing in exasperation, Kurama thought about the twenty other Venusian Mauler seedlings he would have to repot tomorrow. At his current rate of five plants per lesson, it would take forever. Some of the other students had it worse than he, and were still repotting their first seedling. One girl had gone to the infirmary with a 'Mauler clamped onto her arm, up to her elbow. This group of advanced students Kurama was in would be working with these particularly aggressive breed of plants for the entire year. "Oh, joy." He muttered under his breath, as the vicious little beast spread it's roots out and screeched while Kurama roughly shoved it in it's newer, bigger pot. To his relief, the bell rang and the fox slid his plant onto a table with the other four he had previously repotted.
Rachel smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, Kurama. I'll bring these buggers out back. You go back to the cottage and have lunch. Thank the goddess that school's out today." "Thanks, Rachel. See you later." Kurama hung his gloves up on a rack and left the greenhouse in a hurry.
About five minutes down the road, Kurama saw an unusually cheerful Yuske run out of the Northern Tower where his Latin and Astrology classes were held. Yuske ran over to Kurama with a dopey grin on his face. "What are you so happy about?" Griped the tired fox. "Huh? Oh! We were studying different ways on how to use spirit energy to effect people's moods." Yuske chattered. "And I was the test subject for most of the class, actually." His expression changed to some form of normalcy. "Look's like it's wearing off." Kurama dryly stated, and continued at a faster pace. Yuske hurried up. "Hey! Dude, What's wrong?" Kurama carefully unwrapped the bandages from his arm and showed Yuske the damage. All along his arm were bite marks and thin red lines and welts. "Whoa. what did Rachel do? Tie you down and beat you?" "We were repotting Venusian Maulers. Apparently they have poison stingers in their roots." "That's some plant."Yuske reached into the cottage mailbox and took out the set of spare keys. Before he could unlock the front door, Lyra opened it and shooed them in. "C'mon, lunch is ready. Everyone else got here a while before you did." Yuske noticed she looked a little uptight and nervous. "What's wrong?" He asked. "The headmaster is here for lunch."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Duh-duh- dun! * cough * sorry! I'm just so happy! I got reviews! Yay! * does the happy dance* Although there are only two for now, I hope more will start reviewing this fic. Review if you want to point out anything out of character for the Yu Yu Hakusho gang. I'm trying to be as accurate as I can. Oh, and as I stated in the note on my first chapter, How old is Hiei? I'm really curious about that. Oh well, guess I probably won't be finding out anytime soon. Anyways, Sayonara! I'm off to reward myself for another chapter written with a King- size bar of Ghiridelli dark chocolate! Bye!
Chapter 2
"Wake up you lazy bum! Moo-ooooove your-" Hiei stalked over and whacked the cow clock evilly on it's little ceramic head. Despite all his strength, it didn't even crack. Kuwabara was already up and dressed and was now trying to wake up Yuske. "Rise and shine, Urameshi!" He yelled with a dopey grin on his face. Yuske opened one eye and retorted, "Good mornin' John-boy! Now shut the heck up so I can sleep!" He finished his remark with a thwap to Kuwabara's head.
Kurama was downstairs eating breakfast and reading a good book. A cup of tea was put down in front of him and he thanked whoever it was without looking up.
"Thanks."
"Oh, it was nothing!" Lyra shook her head, Salvatore doing a weird impression of his owner from atop her shoulder. Still smiling, Lyra poked him in the beak and slipped back into the kitchen. Kurama looked up with a puzzled expression and shrugged. Lyra wasn't bad or anything, he just wished he knew more about her besides her first name and that little, feathery cling-on. But her shy attitude was intriguing him, and he knew she was either a first timer when it came to having a crush or an experienced temptress. Sometimes it was like she could read his mind.
Lyra checked the surrounding auras in the house to check who was up. Everyone, that made seven people. Sometimes she wished her younger sister was around to help with
the cooking. Breakfast wasn't really Lyra's specialty. She was better at lighter meals like lunch and dessert. Lark loved fatty foods and as such, loved to cook them. Holly was a pro at mixing drinks. Together, at their old school, the three had whipped up many prize-winning four or five course meals for special events and dinner theatres.
Choosing to do breakfast the easy way, she heated up a dozen or so bagels and muffins. While bringing out the jam and preserves, she ran into Hiei, literally. "Jeez, I'm so sorry. I'll wash that shirt for you after breakfast, just leave it on my bed. By the way, could you bring these out to the table?" Hiei gave his usual reply of "Hn" but grabbed the various jars and plates anyways. "Oops. Almost forgot! Here!" Lyra opened a drawer and got out a bunch of spoons. Seeing as to the fact that Hiei's arms were full, she stuffed them in his mouth, much to the way a dog carries a stick. "Fmph! Mou mwenph!"
" If you just mumbled what I think you did, don't be surprised to see that nice white shirt dyed pink when I'm through washing it!" "Grrmph" "March soldier!" "Minph!" Hiei stomped out to the table, much to the bemusement of Yuske, Kuwabara, and Kurama, set up the condiments, and flashed upstairs to go change his shirt.
Rachel stormed into the dining room. "What are you three doing lolly- gagging? Your lessons start now!" Kuwabara looked around. "Hiei, Urameshi, me and. Hey! Where's Kurama?" Rachel glared at him. "Nitwit! Kurama is waiting for you guys! We can't start the lessons until all of you are present." With a quick motion, she shooed the boys out of the house and into the backyard.
"Each of you will be given a personal teacher, of which has already been assigned. The list is as follows:
Kurama- Rachel for herbology
Yuske- Senior Ryo for astrology and Latin
Kuwabara- Laird Michelangelo for fighting techniques
Hiei- Djorn for fire manipulation Please enjoy your lessons for today, the classes about every two days or so. Goodbye." With that, Erica bustled off to god knows where, leaving the four students to wait for their teachers, except for Kurama. Yuske poked him in the ribs and smirked. "Tough luck, Kurama. Too bad you got stuck with Rachel. But astrology and Latin is probably just as bad." Hiei snorted and said, "Like I need to learn fire manipulation. watch this." With a glare he set a bush on fire. Just as quickly though, a blue flame blazed up at his feet, which caused him to jump at least a foot.
"Cute, boy, but no destroying public property when I'm here." A sooty gray centaur stepped out of the forest shadows. At the same time, a very old man wheeled up the path in a wheel chair. What surprised them the most; though, was a walking dog skeleton that nudged Kuwabara's hand. Kurama stood up and
bid them goodbye before he scurried off to his lessons.
"You old coot! There's no way I can understand this!" Yuske yelled in frustration at his ancient teacher, but Ryo seemed to have drifted off into la la-land while the young boy struggled with the Latin scriptures. "Hey! Are you listening?" Yuske shook the old man's shoulder and was startled to see Senior Ryo fall out of his wheelchair and lay motionless on the floor. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Shit! I killed a teacher!" Yuske panicked and looked for a phone, emergency flares, anything that would get a teacher there quick. Frantically he spied the messenger pigeon's coop. Well, at least he thought they were pigeons or birds of some sort. But when he opened the thickly meshed screen door he was met with at least twenty or thirty huge bats. Yuske stifled a scream and quietly shut the door before the furry little creatures could wake up.
"WhatdoIdoWhatdoIdoWhatdoIdo." While poor Yuske pulled his hair out trying to figure out a way to help Ryo, a wrinkled, cracked hand touched his shoulder. "It'sh all right, shonny boy." The old man gave Yuske a snaggletoothed grin and was suddenly swept up in a burst of blinding lights. In the old geezer's place stood a young man. He was incredibly boyish and his ears were slightly pointy. Ryo then burst out laughing. "How do you like that trick, Yuske? I always like to play pranks on my new students." "H-how?" Yuske stammered. Ryo chuckled some more. "You won't be learning just Latin here my boy, oh no. You will also learn illusionary magic like the spell I just used." "Ryo?" "Yes?" "Die you pointy-eared freak!" The spirit detective got the elfish man in a headlock and tried to strangle the poor teacher.
The two walked down the path in silence, except for the clip clopping of Djorn's hooves. The dapple-gray clearly was a skilled master in the fire arts, which was ironic considering that horses were supposed to hate fire. Hiei resisted the temptation of setting his "teacher's" tail on fire. He was probably twice as old as the centaur.
The silence was really getting to Djorn's nerves. Usually when he had a student he had to cast a few silencing spells on them to keep them quiet. The fire demon traveling with him made him more than a little wary of his surroundings. Needless to say, he was glad to see his familiar workshop and scoop. (A.N.- it's kinda like a ditch, but you can fold a roof down over it or leave it in the open. With the roof down, it's like a house. Sorry for "Borrowing" your idea, K.A. Applegate) Back with reality, Djorn waved a hand over to his home. "Your lessons will be outside. I hate stuffy classrooms myself."
Hiei was caught a little off guard by the proposition of outdoor lessons. The entire area was flammable and therefore would catch fire easily if the caster was careless. Djorn obviously liked the idea of learning from mistakes when it came to teaching students. "To test your abilities, I've set up a test." The centaur pulled a bundle of papers from the bag slung about his waist. Hiei groaned, thinking it was a written test, but was again surprised to see Djorn chant a few words and throw the papers into the air. Automatically, the sheets started to fold themselves into little paper airplanes. Djorn gave the miniature squadron a few minutes to get situated and fly out of reach before telling Hiei his instructions. "Burn every one of them to ashes before they reach the ground. No using your sword either. If even one scrap touches the ground, you lose points. You have three minutes to destroy all one hundred. Begin."
Kuwabara skittered away from the intimidating skeleton. It had probably been thrown together from the bones of many different canine corpses. The legs were short and stocky, its tail was whip-like, and the jaws were long with sharp teeth. In the skull's eye sockets were two green glowing orbs. Kuwabara pulled out his spirit sword and slashed at the terrifying beast. Although the sword had not actually hit the dog, the shock wave after was powerful enough to cause it to fall apart. The bones shook and clattered into a small pile and the green lights in the sockets went out. "Oh Yeah! Who rocks! Huh?" The red head picked up a black leather collar from the pile of bones. The tag read: Bones, owner: Laird Michelangelo. "Oops! Bones, huh? Guess ya must've been the guy's pet. Sorry, nothing personal." Kuwabara patted the skull affectionately and started towards the direction that "Bones" had come from, whistling.
Kuwabara was so intent on finding the Laird and apologizing about the skeleton that he didn't notice the green lights rekindle and the demolished skeleton floating up. The heavily toothed skull sped after the dimwitted dope, not even letting its other parts catch up long enough to reattach. You see, the dog had been sent by Laird Michelangelo to guide Kuwabara to its owner. and Kuwabara had gotten it so angry, Bones decided to give the new student a piece of his mind.
The forest was never ending and Kuwabara was getting pretty peeved with all the quiet. Suddenly the bushes rustled and a spindly demon-thing jumped out. "Finally! Some action!" Kuwabara brought out his spirit sword and gave the thing a very powerful slash from neck to the middle of the waist, followed by another killing blow that separated the body into to pieces just around the waist. Instead of spilling it's guts; though, out spewed insects and black smog. It was all he could do to keep the contents of his stomach from surfacing as the rotting corpse crawled on it's belly and grabbed hold of his leg.
"EeeEEEEeeeeeEEww!!! It's all decomposing and rotting and stuff!" Kuwabara franticly shook his leg, desperate to get his icky assailant to let go. The horrible creature then started to liquefy, all over Kuwabara's new jeans. More desperate to save his pants than secure information on what the thing was, he quickly cut the monster's arms, letting the torso drop to the ground and shriek in pain while thrashing the stubs it's arms used to be. (If you've ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail, imagine the black knight after King Arthur cut off all his limbs. Then replace the Black knight's bleeding torso with that of a zombie from the Resident Evil series. Yuck.)
Kuwabara used his spirit sword to skewer the remaining pieces of rotting flesh and dissipated the energy blade, letting the rotting pieces fall to the ground. "Gross." Kuwabara was almost over his case of the jitters when a disembodied voice started them anew. "And that was just a little one, Kuwabara. Stay there until Bones comes and finds you." The redhead stopped shivering and apologetically called out, "But I killed him! Sorry about your pet, sir!" "Once something is dead, it cannot die again." The voice seemed to come from Kuwabara's left and he searched the nearby bushes. A skeleton dropped down from a tree and scared Kuwabara out of his wits (not that he had any to begin with. he's just a goof.). "Didn't I tell you to stay where you were?! Now sit down and be a good boy." Kuwabara did as the voice said, sensing that this thing, whatever it was, was his teacher. "Yessir!" he shouted as he plopped down onto an old, petrified tree stump.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rachel wasn't as bad as Kurama thought at first. Sure, she was still strict and wouldn't accept anything but the best, but that was only within reason for a respected teacher such as her. Being so strict, though, only made Kurama's task even more difficult. Having to repot any carnivorous plant was tough, but having to repot one that looked like something right out of Little Shop of Horrors was even worse. The kitsune had dragon hide gloves on that barely protected him from the two-foot terror. Quickly, he switched the tape in the cassette player to side B and pressed play. If it weren't for the music, the little bugger in his arms would make sure he didn't have much of his limbs left. Sighing in exasperation, Kurama thought about the twenty other Venusian Mauler seedlings he would have to repot tomorrow. At his current rate of five plants per lesson, it would take forever. Some of the other students had it worse than he, and were still repotting their first seedling. One girl had gone to the infirmary with a 'Mauler clamped onto her arm, up to her elbow. This group of advanced students Kurama was in would be working with these particularly aggressive breed of plants for the entire year. "Oh, joy." He muttered under his breath, as the vicious little beast spread it's roots out and screeched while Kurama roughly shoved it in it's newer, bigger pot. To his relief, the bell rang and the fox slid his plant onto a table with the other four he had previously repotted.
Rachel smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, Kurama. I'll bring these buggers out back. You go back to the cottage and have lunch. Thank the goddess that school's out today." "Thanks, Rachel. See you later." Kurama hung his gloves up on a rack and left the greenhouse in a hurry.
About five minutes down the road, Kurama saw an unusually cheerful Yuske run out of the Northern Tower where his Latin and Astrology classes were held. Yuske ran over to Kurama with a dopey grin on his face. "What are you so happy about?" Griped the tired fox. "Huh? Oh! We were studying different ways on how to use spirit energy to effect people's moods." Yuske chattered. "And I was the test subject for most of the class, actually." His expression changed to some form of normalcy. "Look's like it's wearing off." Kurama dryly stated, and continued at a faster pace. Yuske hurried up. "Hey! Dude, What's wrong?" Kurama carefully unwrapped the bandages from his arm and showed Yuske the damage. All along his arm were bite marks and thin red lines and welts. "Whoa. what did Rachel do? Tie you down and beat you?" "We were repotting Venusian Maulers. Apparently they have poison stingers in their roots." "That's some plant."Yuske reached into the cottage mailbox and took out the set of spare keys. Before he could unlock the front door, Lyra opened it and shooed them in. "C'mon, lunch is ready. Everyone else got here a while before you did." Yuske noticed she looked a little uptight and nervous. "What's wrong?" He asked. "The headmaster is here for lunch."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Duh-duh- dun! * cough * sorry! I'm just so happy! I got reviews! Yay! * does the happy dance* Although there are only two for now, I hope more will start reviewing this fic. Review if you want to point out anything out of character for the Yu Yu Hakusho gang. I'm trying to be as accurate as I can. Oh, and as I stated in the note on my first chapter, How old is Hiei? I'm really curious about that. Oh well, guess I probably won't be finding out anytime soon. Anyways, Sayonara! I'm off to reward myself for another chapter written with a King- size bar of Ghiridelli dark chocolate! Bye!