Chapter Two: Midnight Madness
Hello, people. I am now going to reply to my very few reviews for the first chapter of this tasty Yu Yu Hakusho and Gravitation fan fiction!
KairiQuitis: Hee hee. Sorry if it disturbed you (and I'm not mad, by the way. I'm sorry if it seems that way). XD;; I'm just a twelve-year-old yaoi obsessed girl with a lot of free time. Yuki and Shuichi's first make-out session contained licking, the popular hand-up-the-shirt gag, and I'm guessing spit, considering how curious Yuki's tongue seemed. Thus, huzzah! A perverted fan fiction! ;3
Tsubaki-Sakura: Thanks, and that e-mail you sent me made me feel all tingly inside. :0 I edited my original version for this chapter, and hopefully this story contains 'nough of Koenma's greatness to suit your needs (and won't make you sic' Cerberus after me). :P
In the last chapter: Yuki and Shuichi are interrupted by the Reikai Tentei, who seemingly crash the place (not literally). Setting: Eiri Yuki's living room.
(A/N: ...): Comments from the authoress you don't really care about.
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Eikouna: Damn. This place is huge...
Kuwabara: And empty. o.o
Botan: Didn't Koenma say Eiri was a romance novelist?
Kurama: Aren't romance novelists old and smelly and the opposite of rich?
Yusuke: You mean poor?
Kurama: No. Worthless.
Yu Yu cast: O.O
Yuki and Shuichi: ::walk in::
Yuki: You're still here?
Hiei: Doy, dipshit.
Everyone: ...
Shuichi: Hiro, Tatsuha, and Fujisaki can't come. Apparently, they're having a threesome. :o
Everyone by Yuki, Shuichi, and Eikouna: Eeeew.
Eikouna: Cooool.
Kurama: ::slaps her with rose whip:: Stop bein' a fan girl! D:
Eikouna: Then you have to quit reading yaoi doujinshi starring you and Yusuke and Hiei, perv. o.o
Yusuke and Hiei: o.o
Kurama: ::shuts up::
Yuki: What are you guys doing here again?
Botan: ::takes out that annoying silver suitcase, placing it on the floor facing herself, and then opens it::
Everyone else: ::walks behind or next to her to see it::
Koenma (teen): La li ho.
Shuichi: Whoa, he knows my phrase! He must be a god!
Yuki: And he had the body of one, too.
Hiei: So does Kuwabara. Unfortunately, it's Buddha's.
Kuwabara: Doki is giving me a really bad name. o.o
Doki: It makes me feel all warm inside. :P
Everyone but Kuwabara: :D
Kuwabara: u.u;
Koenma: ::cough:: Moving on...
Everyone: ::pays attention::
Koenma: Anyway, my employees must stay with you and Shuichi, Eiri, because every demon needs a certain amount of saliva to survive.
Yuki: ::blink::
Kurama: ...Why do you think they never have relationships?
Yuki: No, not that. But demon? What the shit monkeys? (A/N: I said that at gym yesterday.)
Koenma: Oh, I thought Botan and Eikouna already explained it to you, but...you're 1/18 of a demon!
Shuichi: ...No wonder his eyes are so pretty.
Everyone but Shuichi: o.o
Hiei: What does it matter? He doesn't even seem demon material! (A/N: Spoiler up ahead.) He has only killed one worthless pedophile that paid people ten American dollars to violate a sixteen-year-old!
Kurama: That's well thought out, Hiei. I guess me being inside of you has really rubbed off some of my intelligence. :o
Everyone: O.O
Koenma: ::ignores:: It's not that complicated. Just don't exchange any with Shindou. Other than old people, who likes prune juice anyway?
Kuwabara: I like it.
Koenma: AND people with gas problems.
Kuwabara: ...
Koenma: I'll be checking up with you everyday until your problem is solved, Eiri. Ta-ta. ;D
::the screen flickers off::
Yuki: I amso turning bi for that guy.
Eikouna: But aren't you alre—
Yu Yu cast: ::death glare::
Yuki: ::to everyone:: I'm going to bed. You'll sleep out here. Do not pester me, nor Shuichi.
Shuichi: Aw! That's so sweet! You're defending me! X3
Yuki: On second though, someone can have his room. Figure out whom. ::dashes out of the living room, dragging Shuichi with him::
::Yuki's bedroom door closes::
Kuwabara: Hey...They're not supposed to kiss...
Hiei: Something tells me they're going to have more than enough by tomorrow.
Yusuke: Nice observation...? O.o
Kurama: Where's Botan?
Botan: ::running pathetically to Shuichi's room::
Eikouna: Botan! Who said you were going to have the room?!
Botan: ::stops running, and turns around:: Un, no one. But I'm a girl! Staying in the same room with guys sounds unsanitary. o.o
Eikouna: Ahem. I'm a girl, too.
Botan: Let's share it. You get the floor, though.
Eikouna: ::walks up to her:: 'Kay. We won't find any orgasm stains there. :o
Everyone but Botan and Eikouna: O.O
Botan and Eikouna: G'night.
::Shuichi's bedroom door closes::
Kuwabara: ::gazes around the room:: It's kind of freaky here. Imagine how many rapes roamed these hallways...
Yusuke: ::plops down onto the couch:: Yep! Which is why you're standing guard! :3
Kuwabara: Why does it always have to be me?!
Hiei: ::sits down next to Yusuke:: There's a reasonable explanation. By our standards, anyway.
Kuwabara: Enlighten me.
Hiei: Your lack of good looks will scare them off.
Kuwabara: ::falls over::
Hiei: ::smirk::
Unfamiliar yet familiar voice: I've seen worse.
Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Hiei: ::nearly fall over::
Youko Kurama: Hello.
Yusuke: ::rubs head (his, not Youko's):: Is it that time of month again?
Eikouna: It sounds like PMS if you put it that way.
Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Hiei: ::nearly fall over again (o.o)::
Eikouna: ::sitting next to Hiei:: Hello there. ;3
Kuwabara: What are you doing here?
Eikouna: Botan wanted to go to sleep, and I didn't.
Kuwabara: And...?
Eikouna: I came out here.
Kuwabara: And...?
Eikouna: o.o What else is there to say?
Kuwabara: A lot.
Hiei: Shut. Up.
Youko: ::settles himself on the floor: What are we doing here again?
Yusuke: ::explains::
Kuwabara: Cool. One word can pretty much explain an 110 episode anime series.
Eikouna: Plus thirteen, and two queer OVAs.
Hiei: O.o...
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Yeah, well, I hope you understood that last part. :D And if you wanna have the same tingly feeling I had during my Kuwbara flaming, then maybe reviewing'll help (that was pretty gay, man)...?
Goes for previous and future chapters of Restricted: Sorry if any of this fan fiction's content affends you. I apologize dearly. ::sob::
Kthxbai.
