A/n: I know it took soooooooo long. I think more than a month. But hey, it
is vacation you know. Please forgive me if I have a life. Jus kidding. ;D
::CHAPTER 6::
You paced around for the umpteenth time waiting for Kurama to arrive. You have been waiting at the school gate for what seems like an hour now for the man they call Mr. Popularity. "Oh yea?! Is he too perfect to arrive on time?" You muttered to yourself. You glanced at your watch to see that it was too early to get impatient. You didn't attend your club meeting for this, thinking he doesn't have one. "Well how wrong you are." You sighed hopelessly. Kurama, in fact, had one school organization and just your luck, they were also to have a meeting today. "Just like your club, remember?" You were so agitated. And once you've started, you just can't stop. "I should have just got home to clean up a bit." You pouted at yourself. "Well maybe I should." You glanced around to look for someone who would know Kurama. And THAT was only the easy task. Now, to find someone who does and knows YOU too. You walked a couple bit of meters away from where you stand, straining your eyes to find someone you could possibly know. You spotted a seeming freshman sitting alone by the shade of a tree and thought he was somewhat familiar. Maybe you knew him from a school org or something. It's worth a try. "Excuse me." You tried to bend under the shadow of the verdant tree.
The young boy lifted his eyeglasses and simply stared back. "Yes? What can I do for you?" The boy said sounding more mature than his age.
"Yes, you see, I am waiting for senior Kurama and he seems to still be busy at the moment." You grit your teeth at the last few words and that was all you can do not to shout it back at the school building so Kurama would at least hear. "Would you mind if I leave him a note and you give it to him." You tried to put on your most earnest puppy-look expression.
For a second, the boy looked like he was surprised at the request. But it was quickly gone in a flash. "Yes, in fact, I DO mind." The boy couldn't get any more obnoxious.
Now, you knew where you saw him. "(Your enemy's name...for example):: Hikari's brother." You muttered to yourself.
"Excuse me?"The young boy pardoned.
"Nothing." You shook your head waking yourself from your stare. You tried to see if there were similarities between them but you guessed it would take quite a while for you to notice it and now's not a good time to. "Of course." You spoke as if you were talking to your self. "I'll find someone to—to...umm...ask." You can't help staring.
"Yes. Now go. You're blocking my light." The boy waved a hand in front of you.
When you got a few feet away you looked back once more and shook your head. "Tsk, they ARE similar. It's obvious they were born AND LIVED in one roof." You let out a small laugh. But it proved to be your last momentary laugh for the day. By the next few hours, you were so tired looking for someone you knew. You tried to talk to some others you didn't but they said they were already leaving. Once in a while, you looked back at the young boy reading silently, cursing him for not taking up the small task. You wondered why someone like him, with the power, the money and the family name, would be doing alone. Unlike his dear older sister and practically, his whole family, who were all well practitioners of Sociality 101? But that thought only lasted long for every few minutes before you would have to call behind person after person. "Maybe I can call at home. One of those goons might be there searching for something as blackmail." You beamed at the thought, not minding the fact that reckless, spineless gangsters may be at home right now searching for somewhat to hurt you with. "Wait. If you were trespassing at someone's home, why the heck would you answer the phone?" You thought for a second. "I guess they're that stupid." You shrugged and quickly rummaged inside your bag to find your phone. Your home phone rang a few times before the answering machine answered. "Hi. You know who you're calling. I'm obviously out so leave a message. If it's not important, don't say anything. I hate these messages." A gloomy voice answered, reflecting your own cursing. You guessed as much that there's no hope when it took already almost half an hour and you practically gave up. You stood back at the gateway waiting for Kurama.
"Hey. You look a bit tired. Are you alright?" Kurama finally came and was quickly heading your way.
"I'm fine. I just...got to know a lot of people today." For a moment, you thought you saw a strong jolt of emotion through Kurama's eyes. But it was quickly recovered back into his deep emerald unreadable eyes. What? Does he want you not to know people or what? That was odd. Those were the moments when you also feel like his other admirers who want to know what was behind that incredible look. Finally, he just smiled and took his place beside you, also leaning back at the wall.
"Well..." he breathed out a heavy sigh. "Are you ready to go?"
"Uhmm...Has the others left? You know, it's okay if you don't help me. I can—I can actually do it on my own." You stuttered as a strap of your backpack slid down your small shoulders and you tried to fix it back.
"It's okay (your name). You agreed awhile ago, what's wrong now?"
"Nothing." You forced an overwrought smile. "Just—don't get freaked out."
"Of course not. Why would I be? You're not actually that bad, are you?" Kurama gave a mocking smile.
"OF COURSE NOT! What do you think I am, a no-good modern day teenager who doesn't know how to do any household chores and lives by the daily routine of buy, heat and refrigerate?!" You said all in one breath. You never noticed that you were closing in on Kurama.
But Kurama never seem alarmed by your snappy come back. "Pretty much." He replied calmly placing a finger in his side cheek, an arm under the other lifted arm.
"Hmph." You snobbishly turned your head sideways. And then you saw the boy staring directly at you. Now, he stares! Just awhile ago he wouldn't even bother with your request! But you just kept your composed look and stared back at him. "Kurama?" You asked keeping your gaze at the boy. "Do you know Hikari well?" (I said it's just an example. It's just nicer to have a name written down on it. Sorry guys. )
"Sort of, I guess."
"Well I do. I've been her classmate for the few first years of my schooling and ever since then, she was—well, you can say notorious I guess———and I have been...like this." You never left your gaze at the freshman, who also held your gaze equally. "And I pretty much know everything about her and all her dirty secrets. I have actually managed to use it against as a sort of blackmail every time she plans to take something from me. She can pretend all she want that she doesn't notice me but I know she hates me for all the things I have against her and all the things she represents."
"I can't see why you're telling me this." Kurama said trying to sound polite.
"Well, it's just that—"You paused when the boy looked away. You turned around to face Kurama. "It's just that I have known Hikari for a long time and I know for a fact that she is proud of herself especially her name. But...you see that boy there?" You directed your eyes to the freshman. You realized you never got his name.
"Yea. What about him?"
"He's Hikari's brother but Hikari never mentioned him, EVER. He actually looks handsome and to me, I just don't get why Hikari could deny his brother the recognition she receives. And I don't get why he's so...passive. Totally unlike Hikari who never fails to notice the slightest of detail."
"Why do you even bother?" Kurama asked crossing his arms in front of him and raising an eyebrow at you.
"Nothing! Is it so bad that I do?!!!" You sneered defensively.
"I just thought you weren't one to be nosing into others." Kurama said calmly, in contrast to your guilty dispute.
"I don't! Why are you saying that I am?!?!"
"Well, obviously, it just seemed to me that you were!!" Kurama spat back.
"I am simply making a conversation!!!"
"Then why in the world will you pick to babble about other people's lives?!? When have you ever been like that?!!?!"
"Like what?!?! Like the way I am?!?! Well sorry to burst your bubble but I was like this before you and I am not planning to change that!!! You get?!!" You didn't notice that you two were raising your voices at each other and people have stopped to stare.
"Go on!" You weighed down your anger at the innocent by-standers.
"Why are you like this? Did you have your period or something?"
"Oh my god! I can't believe you just said that!" You slapped his arm.
Kurama blushed deep red, matching his long scarlet hair. "Sorry." He looked down.
It was true, by the way. You did just have your period but it wasn't anything you were ever going to mention. "I can't believe you'd just say something like that." If you only weren't mad at him for raising his voice, you would've laughed at him blushing like a little boy.
"Anyway, what's your problem?!" Kurama shifted to a whole new, scolding, mood.
"I don't! Can't you just listen and—and pay attenton—attention?" You mentally slapped yourself. Just the way to prove your point! Stutter your way to it!
"A-A-Attenton?" Kurama scoffed.
"Shut up." You walked away as Kurama stood watching. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. "And don't mind not helping me. It's REALLY okay. Better, actually!" You whirled around in your place, making your shoes screech. You have walked a few meters before Kurama had gone after you.
"I'll help you anyway." After that, he didn't try say anything to any further extent.
You didn't mind as you fret about your house and what his reaction could be rather than any of his anger right now. You looked back at every turn hoping someone would appear to drag Kurama away. It's a surprising request, thinking that you clench your fist every time some girl tries to pull him out. Your most feared moment finally arrived. You were standing in front of your apartment, which looked worse outside than the inside.
"Is this where you live?" Kurama can't help wincing.
You mumbled a silent yes.
Kurama noticed your distress since awhile ago but he couldn't figure out what was it that bothers you. Now he knew what. "Don't worry." He placed a hand over your shoulder.
"I know it's not a good place but this's best for my...umm, job."
Kurama simply nodded formally and took your hand to go in.
"This isn't so bad. Compared outside." Kurama tried to reassure you when you got inside your own place. You felt relief wash through you.
"Thanks." You smiled. You guess maybe it ISN'T so bad. The place was a simple two-floor apartment. A small simple ladder led up to the smaller second floor that only served as a bed area. There was a small kitchen area at the window of the place that overlooks the backside of the apartment building. It was at an indented area of the apartment, not easily seen when you come inside. A small receiving area for visitors was situated at the center of the room, a small bathroom below the second floor and a small area for the T.V., the computer and you study table at another corner of the apartment.
"Come on. Let's get working." Kurama said as he stood in the center of the room.
"Right." I'll just go change then I'll be right down to...work." You smiled thankfully. "Umm, just go make yourself comfortable. And PLEASE don't be shy. I hate that."
"I figured." Kurama sat by the couch for a while before he saw the study table and went to it. He started flipping some papers and tried to figure the unreadable writings on it. "What are these papers!" Kurama shouted at you.
"Nothing! They're just scratch!" You yelled back.
"Looks more like alien writings to me." Kurama muttered to himself. There were equations of all sorts, some even looked like your daily budget for the day. There were scratches of essays that you chose not to finish, there were silly drawings of your teacher and some of your classmates. One particular caught Kurama's attention. It had an unlikely drawing of him as a fox, standing casually and smiling, which is kind of weird as he never saw himself as Kurama and smiling. "Got a great imagination." He can't help but smile.
Soon, you had come downstairs to see him staring at a picture adoringly. You slowly approached him, careful not to make a sound. Seeing the picture you drew of him in your Math class, you quickly snatched it from him and hid it behind your back.
"What? It's cute." Kurama said mockingly while looking behind you for the paper.
"Sorry. You're not supposed to see that." You quickly folded it and placed it on your pockets.
Kurama simply nodded 'fine' at your ignoring over the incident. Then he got to get a good look of you. "Garfield?" Kurama eyed the huge shirt you were wearing.
"Anything wrong!" you snubbed.
Kurama simply smirked. "Let's get started." He clasped his hands in front of him.
"Whatever you say, master." You said in no reverence at all.
Kurama quickly got to your kitchen and started to teach you everything there is in it. He pointed things that you didn't even know was in your kitchen and said names that you didn't even know existed.
After about a few minutes of vague introduction—to you—of these materials in the kitchen, Kurama finally started to teach you how to cook a sunny- side up, which you have decided to cook for your practical in the field of cooking. It's not like you needed to know what it was, you knew what it was but you just couldn't make one properly. Your partner in you Home Ec. has scolded you for wasting many eggs on the floor. Was it your fault you don't exactly have a hand for eggs. Your hands were trained for a different purpose. Can they blame you for that? You took one fresh egg and started tapping it softly on the counter.
"Tap it with a little more force." Kurama said suggestively.
You gave the egg one more tap. This time, the raw egg splat on the counter and on your hand.
"I said a LITTLE more force. I didn't say...waste it. " Kurama leaned on the counter, looking at you with slight amusement.
"Well, it was supposed to break anyway!" You snapped defensively back at him. You crossed you arms in front of you and pouted. "I don't know how to...do that—that GENTLE-BUT-STRONG tapping crap!" You mimicked your teacher and made quotation gestures as you said the way to break the egg.
"Don't say bad words." Kurama simply ignored everything you said.
"Crap isn't a bad word. It's just a stinky word." You muttered to yourself knowing Kurama wouldn't listen to it anyway.
"Okay, this is how you do it." Kurama took one egg from its case. And with quick but sure, sharp and accurate movements, he easily tapped it on the counter and the egg broke into two clean cuts. Using only one hand to hold the broken egg, Kurama opened the crack on top of the hot pan and fried one perfect sunny-side up.
"Good job! Now, I'M REALLY impressed." You clapped three times for him.
"You are?" Kurama gave you an intense look that can make anyone blush. You looked away, your face hot and reddish. Kurama smiled knowingly. He wanted you to blush and your reaction exactly gave him the satisfaction. "Anyway, that was how to break an egg. Now try." Kurama quickly recovered from the scene.
You tried one more time and still didn't get it. You tried for a few more minutes and for a few dozens more eggs and still, you didn't get it. "I give up!" You faked a cry!
"Oh come on, you won't pass if you don't try."
"Well then, to heck with passing!! I'll flunk Home Ec. if I had to!"
"You can't do that."
"I can and I will."
"No you can't."
"Watch me." With that, an egg came flying over to Kurama.
Kurama was stunned for a while and stood in his place frozen...and smelly. "You'll pay for that." He grabbed an egg from the counter and threw it at you with a splat. It broke into pieces on the center of your chest. The fragile shell of the egg caused you to wince a little. You threw another one at Kurama. He dodged it just in time; the egg crashed on the wall. He looked back at the egg with a smile and when he looked back, you wiped that proud smile off his face with an egg.
"You thought you could get away with my bullets." You smiled a mocking sweet smile.
Kurama threw another one back at you and you shrieked putting a hand in front of you to shield your face and chest from it. It hit your forearm as the sticky egg yoke slimy-slid down it.
After your long messy play of eggs and a conclusion of a chaotic kitchen, you decided to clean yourselves up and start getting back to business. "Oh man, look what you did." You whined. You stared at the mess of egg yoke on the floor. "That might leave a smell."
"You started it." Kurama said calmly wiping himself.
"Did not!!" You jerked up.
"Did too." There was a glint in Kurama's eyes while he calmly answered you back.
You didn't want another mess but it was inevitable for you to just let others win. "Did not!!"
"Who're you kidding? You know you started it."
"Nuh-uh, if you hadn't provoked me from the start this wouldn't have happened anyway."
"Provoked?! Don't be childish! You were being impossible and you were starting to cry!" Kurama tried to prove his point but couldn't help a little laughter.
You gasped in disbelief. How could he say such a thing? "I wasn't crying!!!" you exclaimed.
"Yeah, more like whining and whimpering."
You raised your eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? Are you asking for it again, mister?" You raised another egg in front of you while pulling the whole tray beside you so that Kurama has none.
"Fine, fine. Geez, women these days. Such hot headed people." Kurama shook his head continuing to clean himself.
Suddenly, you laughed aloud surprising even yourself. You suddenly stopped laughing and covered your mouth. You didn't understand why you laughed. It just came out. Then, Kurama laughed at you. And then you joined in. You were like two lunatics laughing for an unknown reason. You didn't know why he was laughing and he didn't know why you were laughing.
A ring on the doorbell interrupted your boisterous laughs. "I'll go get it." Kurama said finishing wiping himself. He threw the used towel at you. You pushed it away and let out your tongue at him. He simply smiled.
You took your time to cleanly wipe yourself when Kurama left. It took quite a while before Kurama came back. You had noticed this so you tried to follow him at the door. But you've only taken a small step when Kurama came back. "I was going to come after you. I thought you got lost." You said sarcastically.
"We have company." Kurama had barely said when Yusuke and the others popped out behind him.
"'Ey!! Guys, what's up! We just thought, hey, you're cooking food, and you're just hanging out here so why don't we just all go there rather than hang out at two different places when we can actually do it all here and get free tastes, right? Right, guys?"
"Yeah!" Everyone cheered. Botan placed three bags of chips and sodas at the table. Hiei placed himself at the small individual chair at the limited receiving area. Kuwabara, at once, grabbed the food placed by Botan at the kitchen table. Yusuke took some of the sodas from Kuwabara and placed them down on the floor. He turned on the near radio and played some loud tunes. Keiko sat quietly by Yusuke.
"Hello guys! Aren't you happy we're here?" Kuwabara said in a singsong tune before drinking his soda.
"Well, yeah, but how do you think can we work if you're all here?" You said trying not to sound mean.
"Don't worry. Just act like we aren't here at all."
"That's not easy to do." You teased at Kuwabara.
"Hey!!! That's not fair." Kuwabara groaned.
"How did you even know where I lived." You glanced nervously at them.
"You, my dear, are underestimating our powers." Yusuke said moving beside you and placing an arm around your shoulders.
You glanced at his hand on you, making him remove it. Then you raised your eyebrow at your best friend. Your best friend smiled and shook his/her head.
"I told them." Your best friend laughed quietly.
"You blew our cover!!" Yusuke yelled.
"No. You are a bad liar." You ridiculed at Yusuke.
"You are a terribly honest person. You should stop that, you know. Stop being honest." Yusuke plopped on the couch, putting his feet over the table.
"Well, she's her mother's daughter, isn't she?" Your best friend replied.
"What did that have to do with my question?"
"Nothing. I just felt like saying it. It's a good sentence construction isn't it? She's her mother's daughter?" Your best friend repeated in a more exaggerated manner. "It's cute right? Just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?"
"What do you know about her mother?" Botan said sitting down on the floor.
"All we know is my mother's an amazing unique woman. She's tough and she's a clever woman. She's beautiful and has the most amazing pair of eyes." You took a seat on the floor, lower your best friend.
"Like yours?" Hiei was as surprised at himself as everyone was. He hadn't meant that to come out aloud. He didn't mean anything by it; it was just an observation.
"Sounds like she's a wonderful woman." Keiko said breaking the silence.
"Yeah she is." You gazed off nowhere with a wistful look.
"It's such a loss that you never met her. I just wonder how you must feel." Botan gave a sympathetic look.
"It's alright." You shrugged.
"You sound like Yusuke." Kuwabara kicked in.
"Why? Did Yusuke lose her mother too? His, I mean." You asked concernedly.
"Yeah but it was alright." Yusuke placed his hands under his head and closed his eyes, as if he could drift off to sleep.
"Wait, I thought you had a mother." Your best friend leaned towards Yusuke.
"I do. But that's my Ningenkai mother. I have a Makai mother too. That's my real birth mother. And my father's an awful bastard. I fought him but...he's still my father. And the truth is, I really like him as like that. Sort of like me too. Only more of an ass."
"At least you like your father. I hate my father." You spoke with disgust. "Actually..." you trailed off glancing at Kurama who leaned at a wall in front of all of you sitting. "I don't think he's really my father. They all say he is but I don't believe it. There were many things I found out that can actually prove it."
"Like what?" Hiei said gruffly.
"Well, first of all, when my parents were FORCEFULLY wed, my mother was already pregnant of me. Second of all, can anyone actually believe that I am related to a lazy pervert idiot like him? I don't think so. And another, I once met a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a girl who knew a guy whose sister knew a guy who knew a guy..."
"Okay! We get it. Far contact, fine! Get on with it!" Yusuke's veins in his forehead throbbed.
"Okay, cool it. So, this guy..."
"I'm going to choke you." Yusuke threatened.
"Listen first! THIS GUY...okay, this guy said——it was the weirdest thing but anyway——he said that my mother was made pregnant by a youkai. Like, maybe someone like you guys."
"Really?" Botan inched closer.
"Yeah. And he had a name too. So that's why I, DEEPLY and TRULY, believe that I am not my father's kiddo."
"Well, what's the guy's name?"
"My father?"
"No—yeah, you REAL father, so-called by the guy."
"Uh...what was it again?" You turned to your best friend.
"Uhm, K-something?" Your friend tapped his/her temples.
"No, R... I think." You looked down to think hard. "Wait, I wrote it somewhere. Where was it?" You ran to your study table and pulled out the drawer. "Oh here is it."
"Well?" Kuwabara asked.
You sat back to the group and with a cheerful smile, you said, "It's Raizen."
A/n: I know you all hate me right now. I know it's a kinda dumb thing to have it. I mean, where is this suppose to happen right? When Yusuke came back, they were I think past high school. So it's impossible to have Yusuke know his real parents during high school. But please! It's kinda cool to be Raizen's child right? So please forgive!
Has anyone seen Alex and Emma? Well, if any did, the apartment looked something like that. Or does anyone watch the Boyz's old series? Does anyone even know the Boyz? Anyway their series is: All bout Boyz...or Yi Qe He Cai. The apartment looks like Alex's apartment on Alex and Emma and the Boyz' house on their show. Those looked like it)
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::CHAPTER 6::
You paced around for the umpteenth time waiting for Kurama to arrive. You have been waiting at the school gate for what seems like an hour now for the man they call Mr. Popularity. "Oh yea?! Is he too perfect to arrive on time?" You muttered to yourself. You glanced at your watch to see that it was too early to get impatient. You didn't attend your club meeting for this, thinking he doesn't have one. "Well how wrong you are." You sighed hopelessly. Kurama, in fact, had one school organization and just your luck, they were also to have a meeting today. "Just like your club, remember?" You were so agitated. And once you've started, you just can't stop. "I should have just got home to clean up a bit." You pouted at yourself. "Well maybe I should." You glanced around to look for someone who would know Kurama. And THAT was only the easy task. Now, to find someone who does and knows YOU too. You walked a couple bit of meters away from where you stand, straining your eyes to find someone you could possibly know. You spotted a seeming freshman sitting alone by the shade of a tree and thought he was somewhat familiar. Maybe you knew him from a school org or something. It's worth a try. "Excuse me." You tried to bend under the shadow of the verdant tree.
The young boy lifted his eyeglasses and simply stared back. "Yes? What can I do for you?" The boy said sounding more mature than his age.
"Yes, you see, I am waiting for senior Kurama and he seems to still be busy at the moment." You grit your teeth at the last few words and that was all you can do not to shout it back at the school building so Kurama would at least hear. "Would you mind if I leave him a note and you give it to him." You tried to put on your most earnest puppy-look expression.
For a second, the boy looked like he was surprised at the request. But it was quickly gone in a flash. "Yes, in fact, I DO mind." The boy couldn't get any more obnoxious.
Now, you knew where you saw him. "(Your enemy's name...for example):: Hikari's brother." You muttered to yourself.
"Excuse me?"The young boy pardoned.
"Nothing." You shook your head waking yourself from your stare. You tried to see if there were similarities between them but you guessed it would take quite a while for you to notice it and now's not a good time to. "Of course." You spoke as if you were talking to your self. "I'll find someone to—to...umm...ask." You can't help staring.
"Yes. Now go. You're blocking my light." The boy waved a hand in front of you.
When you got a few feet away you looked back once more and shook your head. "Tsk, they ARE similar. It's obvious they were born AND LIVED in one roof." You let out a small laugh. But it proved to be your last momentary laugh for the day. By the next few hours, you were so tired looking for someone you knew. You tried to talk to some others you didn't but they said they were already leaving. Once in a while, you looked back at the young boy reading silently, cursing him for not taking up the small task. You wondered why someone like him, with the power, the money and the family name, would be doing alone. Unlike his dear older sister and practically, his whole family, who were all well practitioners of Sociality 101? But that thought only lasted long for every few minutes before you would have to call behind person after person. "Maybe I can call at home. One of those goons might be there searching for something as blackmail." You beamed at the thought, not minding the fact that reckless, spineless gangsters may be at home right now searching for somewhat to hurt you with. "Wait. If you were trespassing at someone's home, why the heck would you answer the phone?" You thought for a second. "I guess they're that stupid." You shrugged and quickly rummaged inside your bag to find your phone. Your home phone rang a few times before the answering machine answered. "Hi. You know who you're calling. I'm obviously out so leave a message. If it's not important, don't say anything. I hate these messages." A gloomy voice answered, reflecting your own cursing. You guessed as much that there's no hope when it took already almost half an hour and you practically gave up. You stood back at the gateway waiting for Kurama.
"Hey. You look a bit tired. Are you alright?" Kurama finally came and was quickly heading your way.
"I'm fine. I just...got to know a lot of people today." For a moment, you thought you saw a strong jolt of emotion through Kurama's eyes. But it was quickly recovered back into his deep emerald unreadable eyes. What? Does he want you not to know people or what? That was odd. Those were the moments when you also feel like his other admirers who want to know what was behind that incredible look. Finally, he just smiled and took his place beside you, also leaning back at the wall.
"Well..." he breathed out a heavy sigh. "Are you ready to go?"
"Uhmm...Has the others left? You know, it's okay if you don't help me. I can—I can actually do it on my own." You stuttered as a strap of your backpack slid down your small shoulders and you tried to fix it back.
"It's okay (your name). You agreed awhile ago, what's wrong now?"
"Nothing." You forced an overwrought smile. "Just—don't get freaked out."
"Of course not. Why would I be? You're not actually that bad, are you?" Kurama gave a mocking smile.
"OF COURSE NOT! What do you think I am, a no-good modern day teenager who doesn't know how to do any household chores and lives by the daily routine of buy, heat and refrigerate?!" You said all in one breath. You never noticed that you were closing in on Kurama.
But Kurama never seem alarmed by your snappy come back. "Pretty much." He replied calmly placing a finger in his side cheek, an arm under the other lifted arm.
"Hmph." You snobbishly turned your head sideways. And then you saw the boy staring directly at you. Now, he stares! Just awhile ago he wouldn't even bother with your request! But you just kept your composed look and stared back at him. "Kurama?" You asked keeping your gaze at the boy. "Do you know Hikari well?" (I said it's just an example. It's just nicer to have a name written down on it. Sorry guys. )
"Sort of, I guess."
"Well I do. I've been her classmate for the few first years of my schooling and ever since then, she was—well, you can say notorious I guess———and I have been...like this." You never left your gaze at the freshman, who also held your gaze equally. "And I pretty much know everything about her and all her dirty secrets. I have actually managed to use it against as a sort of blackmail every time she plans to take something from me. She can pretend all she want that she doesn't notice me but I know she hates me for all the things I have against her and all the things she represents."
"I can't see why you're telling me this." Kurama said trying to sound polite.
"Well, it's just that—"You paused when the boy looked away. You turned around to face Kurama. "It's just that I have known Hikari for a long time and I know for a fact that she is proud of herself especially her name. But...you see that boy there?" You directed your eyes to the freshman. You realized you never got his name.
"Yea. What about him?"
"He's Hikari's brother but Hikari never mentioned him, EVER. He actually looks handsome and to me, I just don't get why Hikari could deny his brother the recognition she receives. And I don't get why he's so...passive. Totally unlike Hikari who never fails to notice the slightest of detail."
"Why do you even bother?" Kurama asked crossing his arms in front of him and raising an eyebrow at you.
"Nothing! Is it so bad that I do?!!!" You sneered defensively.
"I just thought you weren't one to be nosing into others." Kurama said calmly, in contrast to your guilty dispute.
"I don't! Why are you saying that I am?!?!"
"Well, obviously, it just seemed to me that you were!!" Kurama spat back.
"I am simply making a conversation!!!"
"Then why in the world will you pick to babble about other people's lives?!? When have you ever been like that?!!?!"
"Like what?!?! Like the way I am?!?! Well sorry to burst your bubble but I was like this before you and I am not planning to change that!!! You get?!!" You didn't notice that you two were raising your voices at each other and people have stopped to stare.
"Go on!" You weighed down your anger at the innocent by-standers.
"Why are you like this? Did you have your period or something?"
"Oh my god! I can't believe you just said that!" You slapped his arm.
Kurama blushed deep red, matching his long scarlet hair. "Sorry." He looked down.
It was true, by the way. You did just have your period but it wasn't anything you were ever going to mention. "I can't believe you'd just say something like that." If you only weren't mad at him for raising his voice, you would've laughed at him blushing like a little boy.
"Anyway, what's your problem?!" Kurama shifted to a whole new, scolding, mood.
"I don't! Can't you just listen and—and pay attenton—attention?" You mentally slapped yourself. Just the way to prove your point! Stutter your way to it!
"A-A-Attenton?" Kurama scoffed.
"Shut up." You walked away as Kurama stood watching. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. "And don't mind not helping me. It's REALLY okay. Better, actually!" You whirled around in your place, making your shoes screech. You have walked a few meters before Kurama had gone after you.
"I'll help you anyway." After that, he didn't try say anything to any further extent.
You didn't mind as you fret about your house and what his reaction could be rather than any of his anger right now. You looked back at every turn hoping someone would appear to drag Kurama away. It's a surprising request, thinking that you clench your fist every time some girl tries to pull him out. Your most feared moment finally arrived. You were standing in front of your apartment, which looked worse outside than the inside.
"Is this where you live?" Kurama can't help wincing.
You mumbled a silent yes.
Kurama noticed your distress since awhile ago but he couldn't figure out what was it that bothers you. Now he knew what. "Don't worry." He placed a hand over your shoulder.
"I know it's not a good place but this's best for my...umm, job."
Kurama simply nodded formally and took your hand to go in.
"This isn't so bad. Compared outside." Kurama tried to reassure you when you got inside your own place. You felt relief wash through you.
"Thanks." You smiled. You guess maybe it ISN'T so bad. The place was a simple two-floor apartment. A small simple ladder led up to the smaller second floor that only served as a bed area. There was a small kitchen area at the window of the place that overlooks the backside of the apartment building. It was at an indented area of the apartment, not easily seen when you come inside. A small receiving area for visitors was situated at the center of the room, a small bathroom below the second floor and a small area for the T.V., the computer and you study table at another corner of the apartment.
"Come on. Let's get working." Kurama said as he stood in the center of the room.
"Right." I'll just go change then I'll be right down to...work." You smiled thankfully. "Umm, just go make yourself comfortable. And PLEASE don't be shy. I hate that."
"I figured." Kurama sat by the couch for a while before he saw the study table and went to it. He started flipping some papers and tried to figure the unreadable writings on it. "What are these papers!" Kurama shouted at you.
"Nothing! They're just scratch!" You yelled back.
"Looks more like alien writings to me." Kurama muttered to himself. There were equations of all sorts, some even looked like your daily budget for the day. There were scratches of essays that you chose not to finish, there were silly drawings of your teacher and some of your classmates. One particular caught Kurama's attention. It had an unlikely drawing of him as a fox, standing casually and smiling, which is kind of weird as he never saw himself as Kurama and smiling. "Got a great imagination." He can't help but smile.
Soon, you had come downstairs to see him staring at a picture adoringly. You slowly approached him, careful not to make a sound. Seeing the picture you drew of him in your Math class, you quickly snatched it from him and hid it behind your back.
"What? It's cute." Kurama said mockingly while looking behind you for the paper.
"Sorry. You're not supposed to see that." You quickly folded it and placed it on your pockets.
Kurama simply nodded 'fine' at your ignoring over the incident. Then he got to get a good look of you. "Garfield?" Kurama eyed the huge shirt you were wearing.
"Anything wrong!" you snubbed.
Kurama simply smirked. "Let's get started." He clasped his hands in front of him.
"Whatever you say, master." You said in no reverence at all.
Kurama quickly got to your kitchen and started to teach you everything there is in it. He pointed things that you didn't even know was in your kitchen and said names that you didn't even know existed.
After about a few minutes of vague introduction—to you—of these materials in the kitchen, Kurama finally started to teach you how to cook a sunny- side up, which you have decided to cook for your practical in the field of cooking. It's not like you needed to know what it was, you knew what it was but you just couldn't make one properly. Your partner in you Home Ec. has scolded you for wasting many eggs on the floor. Was it your fault you don't exactly have a hand for eggs. Your hands were trained for a different purpose. Can they blame you for that? You took one fresh egg and started tapping it softly on the counter.
"Tap it with a little more force." Kurama said suggestively.
You gave the egg one more tap. This time, the raw egg splat on the counter and on your hand.
"I said a LITTLE more force. I didn't say...waste it. " Kurama leaned on the counter, looking at you with slight amusement.
"Well, it was supposed to break anyway!" You snapped defensively back at him. You crossed you arms in front of you and pouted. "I don't know how to...do that—that GENTLE-BUT-STRONG tapping crap!" You mimicked your teacher and made quotation gestures as you said the way to break the egg.
"Don't say bad words." Kurama simply ignored everything you said.
"Crap isn't a bad word. It's just a stinky word." You muttered to yourself knowing Kurama wouldn't listen to it anyway.
"Okay, this is how you do it." Kurama took one egg from its case. And with quick but sure, sharp and accurate movements, he easily tapped it on the counter and the egg broke into two clean cuts. Using only one hand to hold the broken egg, Kurama opened the crack on top of the hot pan and fried one perfect sunny-side up.
"Good job! Now, I'M REALLY impressed." You clapped three times for him.
"You are?" Kurama gave you an intense look that can make anyone blush. You looked away, your face hot and reddish. Kurama smiled knowingly. He wanted you to blush and your reaction exactly gave him the satisfaction. "Anyway, that was how to break an egg. Now try." Kurama quickly recovered from the scene.
You tried one more time and still didn't get it. You tried for a few more minutes and for a few dozens more eggs and still, you didn't get it. "I give up!" You faked a cry!
"Oh come on, you won't pass if you don't try."
"Well then, to heck with passing!! I'll flunk Home Ec. if I had to!"
"You can't do that."
"I can and I will."
"No you can't."
"Watch me." With that, an egg came flying over to Kurama.
Kurama was stunned for a while and stood in his place frozen...and smelly. "You'll pay for that." He grabbed an egg from the counter and threw it at you with a splat. It broke into pieces on the center of your chest. The fragile shell of the egg caused you to wince a little. You threw another one at Kurama. He dodged it just in time; the egg crashed on the wall. He looked back at the egg with a smile and when he looked back, you wiped that proud smile off his face with an egg.
"You thought you could get away with my bullets." You smiled a mocking sweet smile.
Kurama threw another one back at you and you shrieked putting a hand in front of you to shield your face and chest from it. It hit your forearm as the sticky egg yoke slimy-slid down it.
After your long messy play of eggs and a conclusion of a chaotic kitchen, you decided to clean yourselves up and start getting back to business. "Oh man, look what you did." You whined. You stared at the mess of egg yoke on the floor. "That might leave a smell."
"You started it." Kurama said calmly wiping himself.
"Did not!!" You jerked up.
"Did too." There was a glint in Kurama's eyes while he calmly answered you back.
You didn't want another mess but it was inevitable for you to just let others win. "Did not!!"
"Who're you kidding? You know you started it."
"Nuh-uh, if you hadn't provoked me from the start this wouldn't have happened anyway."
"Provoked?! Don't be childish! You were being impossible and you were starting to cry!" Kurama tried to prove his point but couldn't help a little laughter.
You gasped in disbelief. How could he say such a thing? "I wasn't crying!!!" you exclaimed.
"Yeah, more like whining and whimpering."
You raised your eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? Are you asking for it again, mister?" You raised another egg in front of you while pulling the whole tray beside you so that Kurama has none.
"Fine, fine. Geez, women these days. Such hot headed people." Kurama shook his head continuing to clean himself.
Suddenly, you laughed aloud surprising even yourself. You suddenly stopped laughing and covered your mouth. You didn't understand why you laughed. It just came out. Then, Kurama laughed at you. And then you joined in. You were like two lunatics laughing for an unknown reason. You didn't know why he was laughing and he didn't know why you were laughing.
A ring on the doorbell interrupted your boisterous laughs. "I'll go get it." Kurama said finishing wiping himself. He threw the used towel at you. You pushed it away and let out your tongue at him. He simply smiled.
You took your time to cleanly wipe yourself when Kurama left. It took quite a while before Kurama came back. You had noticed this so you tried to follow him at the door. But you've only taken a small step when Kurama came back. "I was going to come after you. I thought you got lost." You said sarcastically.
"We have company." Kurama had barely said when Yusuke and the others popped out behind him.
"'Ey!! Guys, what's up! We just thought, hey, you're cooking food, and you're just hanging out here so why don't we just all go there rather than hang out at two different places when we can actually do it all here and get free tastes, right? Right, guys?"
"Yeah!" Everyone cheered. Botan placed three bags of chips and sodas at the table. Hiei placed himself at the small individual chair at the limited receiving area. Kuwabara, at once, grabbed the food placed by Botan at the kitchen table. Yusuke took some of the sodas from Kuwabara and placed them down on the floor. He turned on the near radio and played some loud tunes. Keiko sat quietly by Yusuke.
"Hello guys! Aren't you happy we're here?" Kuwabara said in a singsong tune before drinking his soda.
"Well, yeah, but how do you think can we work if you're all here?" You said trying not to sound mean.
"Don't worry. Just act like we aren't here at all."
"That's not easy to do." You teased at Kuwabara.
"Hey!!! That's not fair." Kuwabara groaned.
"How did you even know where I lived." You glanced nervously at them.
"You, my dear, are underestimating our powers." Yusuke said moving beside you and placing an arm around your shoulders.
You glanced at his hand on you, making him remove it. Then you raised your eyebrow at your best friend. Your best friend smiled and shook his/her head.
"I told them." Your best friend laughed quietly.
"You blew our cover!!" Yusuke yelled.
"No. You are a bad liar." You ridiculed at Yusuke.
"You are a terribly honest person. You should stop that, you know. Stop being honest." Yusuke plopped on the couch, putting his feet over the table.
"Well, she's her mother's daughter, isn't she?" Your best friend replied.
"What did that have to do with my question?"
"Nothing. I just felt like saying it. It's a good sentence construction isn't it? She's her mother's daughter?" Your best friend repeated in a more exaggerated manner. "It's cute right? Just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?"
"What do you know about her mother?" Botan said sitting down on the floor.
"All we know is my mother's an amazing unique woman. She's tough and she's a clever woman. She's beautiful and has the most amazing pair of eyes." You took a seat on the floor, lower your best friend.
"Like yours?" Hiei was as surprised at himself as everyone was. He hadn't meant that to come out aloud. He didn't mean anything by it; it was just an observation.
"Sounds like she's a wonderful woman." Keiko said breaking the silence.
"Yeah she is." You gazed off nowhere with a wistful look.
"It's such a loss that you never met her. I just wonder how you must feel." Botan gave a sympathetic look.
"It's alright." You shrugged.
"You sound like Yusuke." Kuwabara kicked in.
"Why? Did Yusuke lose her mother too? His, I mean." You asked concernedly.
"Yeah but it was alright." Yusuke placed his hands under his head and closed his eyes, as if he could drift off to sleep.
"Wait, I thought you had a mother." Your best friend leaned towards Yusuke.
"I do. But that's my Ningenkai mother. I have a Makai mother too. That's my real birth mother. And my father's an awful bastard. I fought him but...he's still my father. And the truth is, I really like him as like that. Sort of like me too. Only more of an ass."
"At least you like your father. I hate my father." You spoke with disgust. "Actually..." you trailed off glancing at Kurama who leaned at a wall in front of all of you sitting. "I don't think he's really my father. They all say he is but I don't believe it. There were many things I found out that can actually prove it."
"Like what?" Hiei said gruffly.
"Well, first of all, when my parents were FORCEFULLY wed, my mother was already pregnant of me. Second of all, can anyone actually believe that I am related to a lazy pervert idiot like him? I don't think so. And another, I once met a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a girl who knew a guy whose sister knew a guy who knew a guy..."
"Okay! We get it. Far contact, fine! Get on with it!" Yusuke's veins in his forehead throbbed.
"Okay, cool it. So, this guy..."
"I'm going to choke you." Yusuke threatened.
"Listen first! THIS GUY...okay, this guy said——it was the weirdest thing but anyway——he said that my mother was made pregnant by a youkai. Like, maybe someone like you guys."
"Really?" Botan inched closer.
"Yeah. And he had a name too. So that's why I, DEEPLY and TRULY, believe that I am not my father's kiddo."
"Well, what's the guy's name?"
"My father?"
"No—yeah, you REAL father, so-called by the guy."
"Uh...what was it again?" You turned to your best friend.
"Uhm, K-something?" Your friend tapped his/her temples.
"No, R... I think." You looked down to think hard. "Wait, I wrote it somewhere. Where was it?" You ran to your study table and pulled out the drawer. "Oh here is it."
"Well?" Kuwabara asked.
You sat back to the group and with a cheerful smile, you said, "It's Raizen."
A/n: I know you all hate me right now. I know it's a kinda dumb thing to have it. I mean, where is this suppose to happen right? When Yusuke came back, they were I think past high school. So it's impossible to have Yusuke know his real parents during high school. But please! It's kinda cool to be Raizen's child right? So please forgive!
Has anyone seen Alex and Emma? Well, if any did, the apartment looked something like that. Or does anyone watch the Boyz's old series? Does anyone even know the Boyz? Anyway their series is: All bout Boyz...or Yi Qe He Cai. The apartment looks like Alex's apartment on Alex and Emma and the Boyz' house on their show. Those looked like it)
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