Disclaimer- I do not own Hiei-koi,
Nor his friend Kurama,
Although I would like to,
I don't own YYH or Inuyasha.
If you want for it to be an insert you fanfic, replace the words my, me and I with you and your. Not much to it.
Chapter 1- Rainy Day
It was raining, and I was curled up on the couch, watching my only tape of YYH (Where Kurama fights Karasu in the Dark Tournament). The thunder was quiet, and I was happy about that. Kurama had just pulled out his Rose Whip, when, instead of looking at his opponent, his eyes focused on me! No, the screen, not me, I tried to reassure myself. The sound went out, and I saw him point at me and say something. There was a giant thunderclap, and everything went dark. I was about to stand up, when I heard a metallic ring and felt cold steel on my neck.
"Meijiru watashi doko de kono onnanohito. Imasugu ni." Wait. I knew that voice...why was he speaking in Japanese?
"Anata dekinai odosu onnanohito's!" I knew that voice, too...oh...Kami... I made a guess.
"Now, Hie-"I was cut off by him digging his knife, no, katana deeper into my throat, and I knew that I was bleeding. Ohhhhhhh, CRAP!
"Doshite meijiru shiru watashi no namae?" I had absolutely NO idea what he said, but I understood the words doshite and watashi. How and I. Namae seemed simple enough to translate. He had asked how I knew his name!
"Kurama?" I whispered, praying to Kami as well as every god and goddess I had ever heard of, hoping that he was not only here with us, but knew English.
"I hope that you are there, and I hope that you can understand me, because Hi-, uh, he doesn't, and I don't want to die." I didn't hear anything other than Hiei's breath in my ear, and the other guy whispering to himself. It sounded like Kuwabara.
"You only speak English?" I finally heard quietly.
"Oh, thank Kami! You speak English!" I tried to stand, momentarily forgetting about the weapon at my throat. Hiei reminded me, and I abruptly sat back down.
"Kurama, you don't think that you could get him away from my throat, do you? I could turn the lights back on, and we can try to sort this out the best we can."
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...
Kurama said something in Japanese, but the only part I understood was Hiei's name. I felt the katana slowly draw away, and I started breathing again.
"I'll be right back. I have to flip the breaker switch. Kurama, you and Hiei can follow me if you want, but no one else should really move."
I slowly felt my way towards the hall where the basement was. I VERY slowly went down the steps, and I searched a low wall for the breaker box. Unfortunately, it was near my waist, and I accidentally whacked my hipbone into it. I cussed, and flipped the lights back on. I heard Kurama mutter something in Japanese, so I turned around. I expected to see Hiei, but not an inch in front of me! We nearly touched nose to nose, and I screamed. He held his hands over his ears, as did Kurama, and I fell back in surprise onto the box. It scraped my arm, and it didn't bleed, like my neck did, but now my neck, hip, and arm hurt. "Watashi meijiru anata," I heard Kurama mutter as he lowered his hands, giving Hiei 'The Look'. Hiei glared at me like it was all my fault.
"I know some Japanese, Kurama, just not enough to hold a conversation."
I looked into Hiei's eyes, and gave a small smile.
"Gomen nasai, Hiei-sama," I said, almost whispering. He gave me a look, and gave his famous trademark. Looking back at Kurama, I asked,
"Did I say it right? I said I'm sorry, right?" He gave a nod and Hiei began walking to the living room.
"You may want to explain soon. I will translate for everyone, assuming that I am the only one who can fluently speak both languages. Am I correct in this assumption, Ms.....?" Kurama stopped.
"Mikka, and yes."
"Well, Mikka-sama, let us discuss things in the room in which we appeared." He politely waited at the door for me, and followed behind, letting me lead the way. I sat on the end of the couch, where I was before this happened, and saw Yusuke sitting in the chair by me, Kuwabara sitting on the other end of the couch(shiver), Kurama sat in between us, and Hiei was sitting on the floor, on my PILLOW, staring at me. I wasn't sure what I was more shocked about; the fact that Hiei, my favorite bishonen, was in the same room as me, or that his gorgeous butt was where I put my head when I sleep. I pulled myself out of the vampire-like gaze and looked down. I was also trying not to hyperventilate.
"Can you explain, Mikka-sama, but slowly, so that I may translate?" Kurama asked, and I nodded. Taking a deep breath, I began.
"You aren't supposed to be real. Any of you." Kurama stared at me for a moment, confusion all over his face, but he repeated it in Japanese. The facial expressions would have been funny at that moment, had it not been the same topic. When he stopped, I continues.
"You are all from a show on television. Not even a show, but anime. You should be nothing but drawings." Kurama's face went from curiosity to surprise, but he translated. I grabbed the video box and showed them. As it was passed around, I saw different expressions. Kurama looked shocked, Yusuke slightly angry, Kuwabara......well, he wouldn't have understood even if he wasn't dropped as a baby. Hiei looked at it as if he was bored, and tossed it over his shoulder. I jumped off the coch and caught it right before it landed.
"This is my only video of you people and you almost broke it! You...you...baka chibi koorime hanyou!" I yelled, then gasped as I realized who I just insulted and just how bad. My life was gone. Hiei looked like he was going to kill me, but didn't move. Then I realized that something was glowing faintly under his headband.
"Kurama, tell him to stay out of my head. It's not like he can understand my thoughts anyway, so he has no reason to go poking in my head like that! The least he could do was ask!"
A very shocked Kurama stared at me, and barked something at Hiei. Hiei looked even angrier, and yelled something to Kurama. Yusuke looked surprised, and looked at me. Kurama nodded and translated for me.
"How...do you know of his Jagan eye?"
"I told you, you are an anime series. I watch whenever I can. I know about Yusuke, Keiko, Genkai, you, Yoko, Hiei, Yukina, Kuwabara, Boton, Koenma, and everyone that any of you have ever faught since Yusuke's death. Do you really want me to go into detail about how much I know?"
He nodded.
"Who should I start with?"
Kurama asked around.
"They say Yusuke first."
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Nor his friend Kurama,
Although I would like to,
I don't own YYH or Inuyasha.
If you want for it to be an insert you fanfic, replace the words my, me and I with you and your. Not much to it.
Chapter 1- Rainy Day
It was raining, and I was curled up on the couch, watching my only tape of YYH (Where Kurama fights Karasu in the Dark Tournament). The thunder was quiet, and I was happy about that. Kurama had just pulled out his Rose Whip, when, instead of looking at his opponent, his eyes focused on me! No, the screen, not me, I tried to reassure myself. The sound went out, and I saw him point at me and say something. There was a giant thunderclap, and everything went dark. I was about to stand up, when I heard a metallic ring and felt cold steel on my neck.
"Meijiru watashi doko de kono onnanohito. Imasugu ni." Wait. I knew that voice...why was he speaking in Japanese?
"Anata dekinai odosu onnanohito's!" I knew that voice, too...oh...Kami... I made a guess.
"Now, Hie-"I was cut off by him digging his knife, no, katana deeper into my throat, and I knew that I was bleeding. Ohhhhhhh, CRAP!
"Doshite meijiru shiru watashi no namae?" I had absolutely NO idea what he said, but I understood the words doshite and watashi. How and I. Namae seemed simple enough to translate. He had asked how I knew his name!
"Kurama?" I whispered, praying to Kami as well as every god and goddess I had ever heard of, hoping that he was not only here with us, but knew English.
"I hope that you are there, and I hope that you can understand me, because Hi-, uh, he doesn't, and I don't want to die." I didn't hear anything other than Hiei's breath in my ear, and the other guy whispering to himself. It sounded like Kuwabara.
"You only speak English?" I finally heard quietly.
"Oh, thank Kami! You speak English!" I tried to stand, momentarily forgetting about the weapon at my throat. Hiei reminded me, and I abruptly sat back down.
"Kurama, you don't think that you could get him away from my throat, do you? I could turn the lights back on, and we can try to sort this out the best we can."
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...
Kurama said something in Japanese, but the only part I understood was Hiei's name. I felt the katana slowly draw away, and I started breathing again.
"I'll be right back. I have to flip the breaker switch. Kurama, you and Hiei can follow me if you want, but no one else should really move."
I slowly felt my way towards the hall where the basement was. I VERY slowly went down the steps, and I searched a low wall for the breaker box. Unfortunately, it was near my waist, and I accidentally whacked my hipbone into it. I cussed, and flipped the lights back on. I heard Kurama mutter something in Japanese, so I turned around. I expected to see Hiei, but not an inch in front of me! We nearly touched nose to nose, and I screamed. He held his hands over his ears, as did Kurama, and I fell back in surprise onto the box. It scraped my arm, and it didn't bleed, like my neck did, but now my neck, hip, and arm hurt. "Watashi meijiru anata," I heard Kurama mutter as he lowered his hands, giving Hiei 'The Look'. Hiei glared at me like it was all my fault.
"I know some Japanese, Kurama, just not enough to hold a conversation."
I looked into Hiei's eyes, and gave a small smile.
"Gomen nasai, Hiei-sama," I said, almost whispering. He gave me a look, and gave his famous trademark. Looking back at Kurama, I asked,
"Did I say it right? I said I'm sorry, right?" He gave a nod and Hiei began walking to the living room.
"You may want to explain soon. I will translate for everyone, assuming that I am the only one who can fluently speak both languages. Am I correct in this assumption, Ms.....?" Kurama stopped.
"Mikka, and yes."
"Well, Mikka-sama, let us discuss things in the room in which we appeared." He politely waited at the door for me, and followed behind, letting me lead the way. I sat on the end of the couch, where I was before this happened, and saw Yusuke sitting in the chair by me, Kuwabara sitting on the other end of the couch(shiver), Kurama sat in between us, and Hiei was sitting on the floor, on my PILLOW, staring at me. I wasn't sure what I was more shocked about; the fact that Hiei, my favorite bishonen, was in the same room as me, or that his gorgeous butt was where I put my head when I sleep. I pulled myself out of the vampire-like gaze and looked down. I was also trying not to hyperventilate.
"Can you explain, Mikka-sama, but slowly, so that I may translate?" Kurama asked, and I nodded. Taking a deep breath, I began.
"You aren't supposed to be real. Any of you." Kurama stared at me for a moment, confusion all over his face, but he repeated it in Japanese. The facial expressions would have been funny at that moment, had it not been the same topic. When he stopped, I continues.
"You are all from a show on television. Not even a show, but anime. You should be nothing but drawings." Kurama's face went from curiosity to surprise, but he translated. I grabbed the video box and showed them. As it was passed around, I saw different expressions. Kurama looked shocked, Yusuke slightly angry, Kuwabara......well, he wouldn't have understood even if he wasn't dropped as a baby. Hiei looked at it as if he was bored, and tossed it over his shoulder. I jumped off the coch and caught it right before it landed.
"This is my only video of you people and you almost broke it! You...you...baka chibi koorime hanyou!" I yelled, then gasped as I realized who I just insulted and just how bad. My life was gone. Hiei looked like he was going to kill me, but didn't move. Then I realized that something was glowing faintly under his headband.
"Kurama, tell him to stay out of my head. It's not like he can understand my thoughts anyway, so he has no reason to go poking in my head like that! The least he could do was ask!"
A very shocked Kurama stared at me, and barked something at Hiei. Hiei looked even angrier, and yelled something to Kurama. Yusuke looked surprised, and looked at me. Kurama nodded and translated for me.
"How...do you know of his Jagan eye?"
"I told you, you are an anime series. I watch whenever I can. I know about Yusuke, Keiko, Genkai, you, Yoko, Hiei, Yukina, Kuwabara, Boton, Koenma, and everyone that any of you have ever faught since Yusuke's death. Do you really want me to go into detail about how much I know?"
He nodded.
"Who should I start with?"
Kurama asked around.
"They say Yusuke first."
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