Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho doesn't belong to me (which kinda explains why
I'm not a multi-millionare).
Quote of the week: "Save the horses; ride the cowboys!" -Krystal
KKC: *sighs* Sorry 'bout the late update, guys. How long has it been..? *flips through calendar* O.O!! A month?! Crap!
Grimoire: What did I tell you? Huh? Huh?!
KKC: Wasn't my fault! We've been trying to move for the last three weeks!
Grimoire: Then why are you just -now- updating?
KKC: Not only was I sick and stressed for time, but my sister accidentally deleted all my Yu Yu Hakusho fanfic files from my laptop hard-drive. Figures that I finally finish editing my earlier chapters and write chapter 27, and my junk gets erased.
Grimoire: *taps foot. Er... paw* Still not a good explanation.
KKC: So shoot me!
Grimoire: ...I think I just might.
KKC: o.0 *nervously chuckles* Now, Grim, don't be so hasty... *slowly backs away from murderous muse*
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If it wasn't for the freshly fallen snow, one might never be able to tell what had happened at the academy just a scant few hours ago. But no snow could possibly cover this mess; the bloody carcass of a giant animal rose from the shimmering lawn, wings bent and broken at an awkward angle, the tattered membranes and exposed bone rising into the gray sky like the masts of a ghost ship. The blood had flowed from her veins, blood that was once fueled with the raging passion of battle, and frozen into one giant sheet of ice.
But, this is a humor fic, not an angst-fest, so let's all re-focus our attention away from the giant corpse on the front lawn, hm? Good.
Despite the gloomy scene outside the main office, all was cheerful inside the Reiki-tantei's dorm. The tree was merrily decorated, fresh cinnamon buns sat on the table, still steaming with heat from the oven, and a disassembled skeleton lay sprawled in front of the fireplace, where a regular cluster of stockings with various names hung from. Now where were the inhabitants of the dorm, you might ask? Doing what any sane person would do on the day following a battle with Sleipnir, legendary horse of the gods: sleeping.
Despite their blissful unconsciousness, many of you know by now that nothing so peaceful ever lasts long in such a household. Sooner or later, something had to give. That something came in the form of a small black cat. Kyuro, trouble-making creature he was, could only barely keep from attacking the little sparrow, the same one Holly and Jin had taken care of, settled on top of the tree. Such an act would surely land him in a heap of trouble; especially if the tree itself fell - that is, if he didn't have a proper alibi.
And there sat his alibi, green firefly-eyes dimmed, limbs splayed out, and sleeping in front of the unlit hearth. Cautiously, the bound familiar tiptoed over to Bones, then rapped one claw on the side of the dog's skull. The hollow sound seemed dangerously loud in the quiet house, but the flickering green lights that served as the skeleton's eyes burst into life, and Bones looked up at Kyuro.
"Hey, Bones, you wanna play a game?" At first the dog cocked his head, confused about the situation. Kyuro, play with him? It seemed a bit fishy, but, well, okay! Bones enthusiastically nodded his head, jaw bones clacking together and his tail wildly wagging - which looked pretty strange, considering it was separated from his spine at the moment and laying on the rug three feet away. "Good. Now, you see that shiny red ball?" The black cat jerked his head at a red ornament, one that was hanging on a branch halfway up the tree. The undead dog turned his glowing eyes to the ornament and, again, nodded.
Kyuro could barely keep a straight face. This was too easy - which was exactly what he was looking for: entertainment with minimal effort. Clearing his throat, he exacted his challenge. "If you can go get that ball and bring it back to me in less than thirty seconds, I'll give you a special prize. Are you ready?"
Another nod came from the dog, as he pieced himself back together in seconds. Kyuro glanced at the clock, waiting until the second hand reached the twelve, then yelped out, "GO!"
Bones leaped forwards, making it across the ten feet of floor space in just two seconds, and stared up. God, that tree was big. But, such a thought didn't register in Bones' doggy mind, and he jumped straight up, his jaws snapping shut on the Christmas bulb, which shattered under the pressure. The skeleton's eyes flared brightly for a second, probably in surprise. Balls weren't supposed to break like that. (People, do yourself a favor and just look at that last line from a dog's point of view, will ya?)
Despite the fact that the targeted ornament had broken, Bones was even more surprised to see the tree tip over when he crashed into it. His shock turned to horror as it came crashing down, the dog going down with it. The lights blinked out, and many of the bulbs shattered; Bones had his jaws open wide in a silent yelp before the impact separated every bone in his frame.
Barely a second passed before the French doors leading to Rachel and Erika's room burst open, and the younger teacher, angry as hell and tired to boot, stormed out. It took a minute or two for Rachel to take in what lay before her, as Bones reassembled himself and tried to sneak out from the living room, tinsel and Christmas bulbs hooked onto his ribs and spine, and a plastic angel ornament looped onto the end of his bony tail.
"And where do you think you're going?" Rachel coolly stated, grabbing the broom in one hand and preparing a weak spiritual attack with the other. Bones' eyes, if possible, widened at the sight of the enraged teacher, who slowly crossed the living room floor towards him, aura aflame and arm twitching as if wanting to hit the undead dog with the metal broomstick right then and there. Underneath the armchair, Kyuro cringed with each crash of pots and pans as Rachel and Bones waged their battle in the kitchen. "Well, can't say I envy him." Sullenly, the cat familiar noticed that the little sparrow he had been hungrily eyeing had flown down the slightly ajar basement door.
In barely a minute, Jin stumbled up, still yawning and trying to shoo away the tiny bird that flitted about his head. Stepping into the kitchen, Jin heard a crash; blearily blinking his bright blue eyes as he watched Rachel grab Bones by the dog's leather collar - trying to hold the poor skeleton down - and just stood there and stared while the little sparrow perched on the pearly horn that sprouted from his forehead. The windmaster could only watch, mouth slightly agape, until he finally seemed to awaken to the world of consciousness.
"The hell you doin'?! It's barely seven in the mornin'!"
Rachel and Bones ceased their struggle on the linoleum floor long enough for pretty much the rest of their charges to come downstairs. So as not to look suspicious or ruin her reputation, the younger teacher quickly released her hold on Kuwabara's pet and brushed the dust from her plain nightgown. "Yes, well, move on. Come on, Jin, out to the living room." Shooting a nasty glare back at the dog, Rachel silently mouthed, "You too," and summoned up enough spirit energy to move the tree back into place and restore the shattered lights and Christmas bulbs. Whip-like tail between his bony legs, the dog turned his green firefly-eyes downward and meekly followed.
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But no matter how happy Christmas might have seemed, despite the fact that it passed so quickly, that abandoned cadaver still laid on the front lawn. Students took the long way to the opposite side of campus rather than cross near the dragon's large corpse (could you really blame them?), and those who lived in town snuck in to see whether the rumors were true. How could you disbelieve such stories; however, when the proof was not only floating in a tank located in Lyra's third-floor bedroom, where it would be safe from thieves and predators, but also lay sprawled in magnificent repose right in front of the office's marble steps and brick structure.
So, the day of Cecilia's funeral finally came, and was it astonishing. Set by a sea-side cliff, hundreds of people came to pay their respects - such an event rarely happened - as Givanni and the head priestess from the Temple of the Goddess led in praying for the distinguished female dragon's soul to find eternal peace and happiness in the afterlife. For all its grandness and flowery speeches, something worried Michealangelo.
Givanni rushed through the prayers and ceremonies, sometimes skipping an important section altogether, and neatly lowered the corpse into the deep earth using his spirit energy, before returning the dirt and placing a tree seedling on top of the grave - where it would eventually grow and entangle the body in it's roots. And through all this, the necromancer watched from the office of the headmaster. After all, no matter what their intentions, no necromancer was ever allowed at a funeral - it seemed defiling to invite someone who could raise the dead to such an event.
The sapling was the only marker for the large grave, this Michealangelo sourly noted; a shrubby tree wouldn't really aid a wandering spirit in its quest for eternal rest. It was as if the headmaster was asking for someone to run up and reanimate Ceclia, and then sic the dragon corpse on the town that lay along the curving, rocky coast not more than ten miles away.
So, he stood there, peering out the latticed windows, which had purple panes of glass integrated in a random pattern along with the clear glass diamonds, and watched as the mass of black-clad students and townsfolk pay their final respects before leaving the embankment, from which a glorious sunset could be seen. Almost everyone had left, that is, except for two young students.
The fluffy clouds were tinged a bright pink, and the sky was a light shade of lavender. The golden disc that was the sun flared brightly, slowly sinking below the golden sea, making Lark squint her blue-gray eyes. A strong breeze flew in, blowing her long back hair, which had been neatly brushed back, in her face.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Lark whipped around, almost loosing her balance on the rocky, overturned soil, looking for the speaker. Rogerik stood behind her, dressed in his usual button-down shirt, this time with a pair of gray dress-pants, gazing absentmindedly at the shockingly vibrant array of colors before him. The water-manipulator glowered before stiffly replying, "Yeah. Wish I had my camera with me."
"Doubt you catch anything like this with one picture."
"A picture can hold a thousand words," Lark stated, still half-expecting the thief to flip her skirt or make another lewd joke. Rogerik glanced her way for a second, but shrugged it off and turned around. "Hey, you, um, coming?"
"Yeah. Just... give me a sec."
And all this, Michealangelo watched from the purple and transparent latticed window, remembering his own childhood with a slight smirk on his face. He was so enraptured with watching the two students that he didn't even notice Givanni come in and quietly shut the door behind him. The headmaster watched his employee from his large office desk, which was primly neat and proper, pointed a finger at the large fireplace, which promptly sparked and crackled to life, and finally broke the silence by clearing his throat.
"Reminiscing again, Michealangelo?"
The necromancer didn't budge an inch. "None of your business, headmaster," he curtly replied. Straightening up from his haphazard slouch against the window frame, he strode to the plush chair facing Givanni's clean desk and plunked himself down in it, dark brown eyes coldly boring holes into the headmaster's head.
"Well, ah, what was on your mind?" Givanni leaned back in his comfortable desk chair, lacing his fingers, his elegant brow furrowed with curiosity. A thought flickered across the necromancer's mind, mainly about the dragon's funeral service, but he brushed it back and instead turned to the matter at hand.
" I was a bit concerned about the recent attack upon the academy by Sleipnir. Surely you recall the force with which he attacked, am I right?"
"Of course. But nobody was hurt, besides Cecilia and a small injury to one of the students. Such attacks by creatures and monsters are fairly common in unstable conditions such as the barrier worlds."
"That was no monster; it was a godly being. Although the wind pipes might have had no affect upon Sleipnir, his companions should not have been able to cross into the school."
"Hm... perhaps, I daresay, the old spells and bindings protecting this academy are failing? It would make sense after a couple thousand years." At this, Givanni reached behind his desk, pulling out a drawer and slipping a bottle of wine from it, then placing it upon the desk in front of the teacher. "Care for a bit of wine, Michealangelo?"
The Laird shook his head, black hair contrasting with the wind-tanned skin, and continued on. "What really worries me is that Sleipnir suddenly 'appeared' and attacked us while the Reiki Tantei Lord Koenma sent were gone on a trip. It was as if someone was planning this ahead of time, and I fear that someone may be here at this campus as we speak."
Givanni brought the glass decanter to his lips, sipped, and leaned back, swirling the wine in its glass as he mused over the necromancer's suspicions. "Yes, well, one can't account for bad luck, can they?"
"That was no bad luck."
"Either way, and I'd really love to talk to you about this more, Michealangelo, I have an appointment with a man who sent in an application for a position in the school. So, if you'd excuse me, I must go."
Givanni rose from his seat, and was halfway through the wooden office door when Michealangelo interrupted him.
"You're just going to ignore this, then?" the laird asked, not moving from his seat. Givanni merely turned his head a little, and then sighed in exasperation.
"I'm not ignoring the problem, my good laird. I just have more important things to do at the moment than wonder why the gods suddenly decided to come down and smite us. I will see you later."
The headmaster left the room, the great oaken door slamming shut behind him, leaving Michealangelo to sit in the dark room, with only the fireplace for companionship.
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KKC: Now that that's finally done, I can get to work on the next chapter. ^- ^ Also, I'm thinking of putting up another fic, even though its not for Yu Yu Hakusho, considering I've been putting a bit more heart into that during the last month or so since I've disappeared from Fanfic.net. (even though I leave the odd review or two when I get the chance)
Grimoire: Hm, that's all very well and good, but how do you plan on keeping up with two fics and school?
KKC: ...Hire others to type it for me while I dictate it to them?
Grimoire: Now that's lazy.
KKC: ^ ^;; at least it won't take a month to update each new chapter. Anywho, still taking requests for reviewer-sent characters. Oh, Meru, in case you're wondering, your character might appear in the next chapter... or the one after that. Someone has to help rescue Kurama from his on-campus fan club.
Quote of the week: "Save the horses; ride the cowboys!" -Krystal
KKC: *sighs* Sorry 'bout the late update, guys. How long has it been..? *flips through calendar* O.O!! A month?! Crap!
Grimoire: What did I tell you? Huh? Huh?!
KKC: Wasn't my fault! We've been trying to move for the last three weeks!
Grimoire: Then why are you just -now- updating?
KKC: Not only was I sick and stressed for time, but my sister accidentally deleted all my Yu Yu Hakusho fanfic files from my laptop hard-drive. Figures that I finally finish editing my earlier chapters and write chapter 27, and my junk gets erased.
Grimoire: *taps foot. Er... paw* Still not a good explanation.
KKC: So shoot me!
Grimoire: ...I think I just might.
KKC: o.0 *nervously chuckles* Now, Grim, don't be so hasty... *slowly backs away from murderous muse*
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If it wasn't for the freshly fallen snow, one might never be able to tell what had happened at the academy just a scant few hours ago. But no snow could possibly cover this mess; the bloody carcass of a giant animal rose from the shimmering lawn, wings bent and broken at an awkward angle, the tattered membranes and exposed bone rising into the gray sky like the masts of a ghost ship. The blood had flowed from her veins, blood that was once fueled with the raging passion of battle, and frozen into one giant sheet of ice.
But, this is a humor fic, not an angst-fest, so let's all re-focus our attention away from the giant corpse on the front lawn, hm? Good.
Despite the gloomy scene outside the main office, all was cheerful inside the Reiki-tantei's dorm. The tree was merrily decorated, fresh cinnamon buns sat on the table, still steaming with heat from the oven, and a disassembled skeleton lay sprawled in front of the fireplace, where a regular cluster of stockings with various names hung from. Now where were the inhabitants of the dorm, you might ask? Doing what any sane person would do on the day following a battle with Sleipnir, legendary horse of the gods: sleeping.
Despite their blissful unconsciousness, many of you know by now that nothing so peaceful ever lasts long in such a household. Sooner or later, something had to give. That something came in the form of a small black cat. Kyuro, trouble-making creature he was, could only barely keep from attacking the little sparrow, the same one Holly and Jin had taken care of, settled on top of the tree. Such an act would surely land him in a heap of trouble; especially if the tree itself fell - that is, if he didn't have a proper alibi.
And there sat his alibi, green firefly-eyes dimmed, limbs splayed out, and sleeping in front of the unlit hearth. Cautiously, the bound familiar tiptoed over to Bones, then rapped one claw on the side of the dog's skull. The hollow sound seemed dangerously loud in the quiet house, but the flickering green lights that served as the skeleton's eyes burst into life, and Bones looked up at Kyuro.
"Hey, Bones, you wanna play a game?" At first the dog cocked his head, confused about the situation. Kyuro, play with him? It seemed a bit fishy, but, well, okay! Bones enthusiastically nodded his head, jaw bones clacking together and his tail wildly wagging - which looked pretty strange, considering it was separated from his spine at the moment and laying on the rug three feet away. "Good. Now, you see that shiny red ball?" The black cat jerked his head at a red ornament, one that was hanging on a branch halfway up the tree. The undead dog turned his glowing eyes to the ornament and, again, nodded.
Kyuro could barely keep a straight face. This was too easy - which was exactly what he was looking for: entertainment with minimal effort. Clearing his throat, he exacted his challenge. "If you can go get that ball and bring it back to me in less than thirty seconds, I'll give you a special prize. Are you ready?"
Another nod came from the dog, as he pieced himself back together in seconds. Kyuro glanced at the clock, waiting until the second hand reached the twelve, then yelped out, "GO!"
Bones leaped forwards, making it across the ten feet of floor space in just two seconds, and stared up. God, that tree was big. But, such a thought didn't register in Bones' doggy mind, and he jumped straight up, his jaws snapping shut on the Christmas bulb, which shattered under the pressure. The skeleton's eyes flared brightly for a second, probably in surprise. Balls weren't supposed to break like that. (People, do yourself a favor and just look at that last line from a dog's point of view, will ya?)
Despite the fact that the targeted ornament had broken, Bones was even more surprised to see the tree tip over when he crashed into it. His shock turned to horror as it came crashing down, the dog going down with it. The lights blinked out, and many of the bulbs shattered; Bones had his jaws open wide in a silent yelp before the impact separated every bone in his frame.
Barely a second passed before the French doors leading to Rachel and Erika's room burst open, and the younger teacher, angry as hell and tired to boot, stormed out. It took a minute or two for Rachel to take in what lay before her, as Bones reassembled himself and tried to sneak out from the living room, tinsel and Christmas bulbs hooked onto his ribs and spine, and a plastic angel ornament looped onto the end of his bony tail.
"And where do you think you're going?" Rachel coolly stated, grabbing the broom in one hand and preparing a weak spiritual attack with the other. Bones' eyes, if possible, widened at the sight of the enraged teacher, who slowly crossed the living room floor towards him, aura aflame and arm twitching as if wanting to hit the undead dog with the metal broomstick right then and there. Underneath the armchair, Kyuro cringed with each crash of pots and pans as Rachel and Bones waged their battle in the kitchen. "Well, can't say I envy him." Sullenly, the cat familiar noticed that the little sparrow he had been hungrily eyeing had flown down the slightly ajar basement door.
In barely a minute, Jin stumbled up, still yawning and trying to shoo away the tiny bird that flitted about his head. Stepping into the kitchen, Jin heard a crash; blearily blinking his bright blue eyes as he watched Rachel grab Bones by the dog's leather collar - trying to hold the poor skeleton down - and just stood there and stared while the little sparrow perched on the pearly horn that sprouted from his forehead. The windmaster could only watch, mouth slightly agape, until he finally seemed to awaken to the world of consciousness.
"The hell you doin'?! It's barely seven in the mornin'!"
Rachel and Bones ceased their struggle on the linoleum floor long enough for pretty much the rest of their charges to come downstairs. So as not to look suspicious or ruin her reputation, the younger teacher quickly released her hold on Kuwabara's pet and brushed the dust from her plain nightgown. "Yes, well, move on. Come on, Jin, out to the living room." Shooting a nasty glare back at the dog, Rachel silently mouthed, "You too," and summoned up enough spirit energy to move the tree back into place and restore the shattered lights and Christmas bulbs. Whip-like tail between his bony legs, the dog turned his green firefly-eyes downward and meekly followed.
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But no matter how happy Christmas might have seemed, despite the fact that it passed so quickly, that abandoned cadaver still laid on the front lawn. Students took the long way to the opposite side of campus rather than cross near the dragon's large corpse (could you really blame them?), and those who lived in town snuck in to see whether the rumors were true. How could you disbelieve such stories; however, when the proof was not only floating in a tank located in Lyra's third-floor bedroom, where it would be safe from thieves and predators, but also lay sprawled in magnificent repose right in front of the office's marble steps and brick structure.
So, the day of Cecilia's funeral finally came, and was it astonishing. Set by a sea-side cliff, hundreds of people came to pay their respects - such an event rarely happened - as Givanni and the head priestess from the Temple of the Goddess led in praying for the distinguished female dragon's soul to find eternal peace and happiness in the afterlife. For all its grandness and flowery speeches, something worried Michealangelo.
Givanni rushed through the prayers and ceremonies, sometimes skipping an important section altogether, and neatly lowered the corpse into the deep earth using his spirit energy, before returning the dirt and placing a tree seedling on top of the grave - where it would eventually grow and entangle the body in it's roots. And through all this, the necromancer watched from the office of the headmaster. After all, no matter what their intentions, no necromancer was ever allowed at a funeral - it seemed defiling to invite someone who could raise the dead to such an event.
The sapling was the only marker for the large grave, this Michealangelo sourly noted; a shrubby tree wouldn't really aid a wandering spirit in its quest for eternal rest. It was as if the headmaster was asking for someone to run up and reanimate Ceclia, and then sic the dragon corpse on the town that lay along the curving, rocky coast not more than ten miles away.
So, he stood there, peering out the latticed windows, which had purple panes of glass integrated in a random pattern along with the clear glass diamonds, and watched as the mass of black-clad students and townsfolk pay their final respects before leaving the embankment, from which a glorious sunset could be seen. Almost everyone had left, that is, except for two young students.
The fluffy clouds were tinged a bright pink, and the sky was a light shade of lavender. The golden disc that was the sun flared brightly, slowly sinking below the golden sea, making Lark squint her blue-gray eyes. A strong breeze flew in, blowing her long back hair, which had been neatly brushed back, in her face.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Lark whipped around, almost loosing her balance on the rocky, overturned soil, looking for the speaker. Rogerik stood behind her, dressed in his usual button-down shirt, this time with a pair of gray dress-pants, gazing absentmindedly at the shockingly vibrant array of colors before him. The water-manipulator glowered before stiffly replying, "Yeah. Wish I had my camera with me."
"Doubt you catch anything like this with one picture."
"A picture can hold a thousand words," Lark stated, still half-expecting the thief to flip her skirt or make another lewd joke. Rogerik glanced her way for a second, but shrugged it off and turned around. "Hey, you, um, coming?"
"Yeah. Just... give me a sec."
And all this, Michealangelo watched from the purple and transparent latticed window, remembering his own childhood with a slight smirk on his face. He was so enraptured with watching the two students that he didn't even notice Givanni come in and quietly shut the door behind him. The headmaster watched his employee from his large office desk, which was primly neat and proper, pointed a finger at the large fireplace, which promptly sparked and crackled to life, and finally broke the silence by clearing his throat.
"Reminiscing again, Michealangelo?"
The necromancer didn't budge an inch. "None of your business, headmaster," he curtly replied. Straightening up from his haphazard slouch against the window frame, he strode to the plush chair facing Givanni's clean desk and plunked himself down in it, dark brown eyes coldly boring holes into the headmaster's head.
"Well, ah, what was on your mind?" Givanni leaned back in his comfortable desk chair, lacing his fingers, his elegant brow furrowed with curiosity. A thought flickered across the necromancer's mind, mainly about the dragon's funeral service, but he brushed it back and instead turned to the matter at hand.
" I was a bit concerned about the recent attack upon the academy by Sleipnir. Surely you recall the force with which he attacked, am I right?"
"Of course. But nobody was hurt, besides Cecilia and a small injury to one of the students. Such attacks by creatures and monsters are fairly common in unstable conditions such as the barrier worlds."
"That was no monster; it was a godly being. Although the wind pipes might have had no affect upon Sleipnir, his companions should not have been able to cross into the school."
"Hm... perhaps, I daresay, the old spells and bindings protecting this academy are failing? It would make sense after a couple thousand years." At this, Givanni reached behind his desk, pulling out a drawer and slipping a bottle of wine from it, then placing it upon the desk in front of the teacher. "Care for a bit of wine, Michealangelo?"
The Laird shook his head, black hair contrasting with the wind-tanned skin, and continued on. "What really worries me is that Sleipnir suddenly 'appeared' and attacked us while the Reiki Tantei Lord Koenma sent were gone on a trip. It was as if someone was planning this ahead of time, and I fear that someone may be here at this campus as we speak."
Givanni brought the glass decanter to his lips, sipped, and leaned back, swirling the wine in its glass as he mused over the necromancer's suspicions. "Yes, well, one can't account for bad luck, can they?"
"That was no bad luck."
"Either way, and I'd really love to talk to you about this more, Michealangelo, I have an appointment with a man who sent in an application for a position in the school. So, if you'd excuse me, I must go."
Givanni rose from his seat, and was halfway through the wooden office door when Michealangelo interrupted him.
"You're just going to ignore this, then?" the laird asked, not moving from his seat. Givanni merely turned his head a little, and then sighed in exasperation.
"I'm not ignoring the problem, my good laird. I just have more important things to do at the moment than wonder why the gods suddenly decided to come down and smite us. I will see you later."
The headmaster left the room, the great oaken door slamming shut behind him, leaving Michealangelo to sit in the dark room, with only the fireplace for companionship.
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KKC: Now that that's finally done, I can get to work on the next chapter. ^- ^ Also, I'm thinking of putting up another fic, even though its not for Yu Yu Hakusho, considering I've been putting a bit more heart into that during the last month or so since I've disappeared from Fanfic.net. (even though I leave the odd review or two when I get the chance)
Grimoire: Hm, that's all very well and good, but how do you plan on keeping up with two fics and school?
KKC: ...Hire others to type it for me while I dictate it to them?
Grimoire: Now that's lazy.
KKC: ^ ^;; at least it won't take a month to update each new chapter. Anywho, still taking requests for reviewer-sent characters. Oh, Meru, in case you're wondering, your character might appear in the next chapter... or the one after that. Someone has to help rescue Kurama from his on-campus fan club.