Compromising Situations
Disclaimer: Still don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, so quit buggin' me about it already.
Warnings: Karasu prancing and doing bad Gollum impressions, and Jello!!! Go Jello!
Author's Note: I decided to do two characters at once in part one because the idea was really funny. And things are getting a bit stranger, characters are running into each other face to face a bit more now.
Chapter 4
Part 1 - Shishiwakamaru & Suzuki
Super-sadist crow man, aka Karasu, pranced along hugging his Kurama-Barbie. While it wasn't nearly the same as having the real thing to love and caress and beat upon, it was a close second. He had long since left his little play area near the alleyway and was headed off to plot a way to get his hands on the real Kurama. "Yesss, my precious..." Karasu purred as he stroked the doll's hair. A weird squishing noise interrupted his little reverie.
The squishing grew progressively louder. Loud enough to actually distract crow man from his 'toy'. Muffled shouts accompanied the noises as he drew nearer to their source. Kurama-Barbie clutched tightly in one hand, Karasu finally traced the sounds to their source. In the middle of a small clearing was something like a cross between the demon tournament rings and what you would find at any ningen boxing arena.
"Dammit Shishi! Show some respect to my beautiful face!" An angry yell sounded from the ring. "Then quit pulling my hair, Suzuki!" A loud splatting noise could be heard across the clearing where Karasu stood, a look of mild surprise on the parts of his face not covered by his mask. And, truly, the scene before him was one to cause surprise in just about anyone.
"It's 'Beautiful' Suzuki!!" Another splat sounded as a large pinkish blob was hurled by the blond demon towards Dear Little Death Death. The watermelon flavored squishy substance connected with the longhaired demon's shoulder as he charged. "Oh yeah? Beautiful this!" With that, the one bishi tackled the other (more egotistical) bishi into the pink jello that filled the ring. (Much to the cheers of the fangirls hiding in the woods) "Ouch! Stop it! I broke a nail!" Shishiwakamaru sat back on his heels, still straddling the demon battler. "Sorry..." He didn't sound all that apologetic, "I'll let you braid my hair later." This seemed to cheer Suzuki up considerably. "Goody!" And with that, he threw off the unsuspecting Shishi and proceeded to hurl more pink jello at him.
Eyes the size of saucers, Karasu toddled away from the disturbing scene. What do you know? There's something that can frighten the psychopath! Hugging Kurama-Barbie for comfort, the uber-sadist began muttering, "Don't let the jello men get me mommy..."
Part 2 – Chuu
Suzuki and Shishiwakamaru sat at the bar in the random Makai Inn, little foofy fancy drinks set before them. "I still smell like watermelon, Shishi!" The blue haired bishi demon sighed. "You're the one who thought up that idea and you picked out the flavor." He wrinkled his nose at the demon that seated himself next to them. "And it's better than what some of these riff raff smell like." The demon next to him heard the verbal jab and turned to find himself face to face with a pair of, lets all admit it, very pretty guys. Before said demon could do anything, though, he found himself flat on the floor and his chair occupied by a much shorter youkai.
"Hey! I was sittin' there!" This got the angry demon a large yo-yo to his already malformed nose. "Lea'mealone..." Suzuki and Shishi exchanged glances. What was Rinku doing in a bar? He never set foot in them unless dragged along by Chuu. The boy-demon had somehow managed to secure himself a bottle of strong liquor and was already beginning to chug it. "Rinku! What are you doing?" Dear Little Death Death quickly snagged the bottle out of the yo-yo wielder's hands. "Hey...give that back!" The boy looked from Suzuki to Shishi before bursting into tears. "What's wrong?" Beautiful I-Still-Smell-Like- Watermelon asked. Neither of them had seen the kid this upset. And he usually had something to be upset about, since he was stuck with a mowhawked drunkard. But Chuu had, through some miracle of some sort, stopped drinking. Rinku had been elated, since that had meant more money for him to buy yo-yos with.
"H-he's got a new thing now!" His small audience made the correct assumption in thinking he meant a replacement for alcohol. But what could he be doing now that was so bad? As if in answer to that unspoken question, a loud familiar voice blared from the doorway. "Oi! Rinku! I thought you were gonna help me today!" The two bishi turned towards the Inn's entrance to see, perhaps, what had disturbed the boy enough to drive him to drink. Chuu looked normal enough, though he didn't wobble like he used to. What was wrong? Things seemed just fine...Suzuki screamed. Shishiwakamaru fainted. Nestled in the tall youkai's arms were three fluffy pink poodles and he had a set of brightly colored rings in one hand. "I don't wanna train the doggies!!" wailed Rinku.
A/N: ::dying of laughter:: Jello wrestling! Woohoo! Don't ask me where it came from, even I don't know! But really...Shishi (hmmm...Dear Little Death Death) and Suzuki playing in watermelon jello, it's not all bad. The Chuu part is just weird. I don't think it's very funny. But maybe I'll cover the fate of the evil poodles later. I really don't like poodles. But who does? ::goes to work on a new fic...something almost serious!::
Disclaimer: Still don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, so quit buggin' me about it already.
Warnings: Karasu prancing and doing bad Gollum impressions, and Jello!!! Go Jello!
Author's Note: I decided to do two characters at once in part one because the idea was really funny. And things are getting a bit stranger, characters are running into each other face to face a bit more now.
Chapter 4
Part 1 - Shishiwakamaru & Suzuki
Super-sadist crow man, aka Karasu, pranced along hugging his Kurama-Barbie. While it wasn't nearly the same as having the real thing to love and caress and beat upon, it was a close second. He had long since left his little play area near the alleyway and was headed off to plot a way to get his hands on the real Kurama. "Yesss, my precious..." Karasu purred as he stroked the doll's hair. A weird squishing noise interrupted his little reverie.
The squishing grew progressively louder. Loud enough to actually distract crow man from his 'toy'. Muffled shouts accompanied the noises as he drew nearer to their source. Kurama-Barbie clutched tightly in one hand, Karasu finally traced the sounds to their source. In the middle of a small clearing was something like a cross between the demon tournament rings and what you would find at any ningen boxing arena.
"Dammit Shishi! Show some respect to my beautiful face!" An angry yell sounded from the ring. "Then quit pulling my hair, Suzuki!" A loud splatting noise could be heard across the clearing where Karasu stood, a look of mild surprise on the parts of his face not covered by his mask. And, truly, the scene before him was one to cause surprise in just about anyone.
"It's 'Beautiful' Suzuki!!" Another splat sounded as a large pinkish blob was hurled by the blond demon towards Dear Little Death Death. The watermelon flavored squishy substance connected with the longhaired demon's shoulder as he charged. "Oh yeah? Beautiful this!" With that, the one bishi tackled the other (more egotistical) bishi into the pink jello that filled the ring. (Much to the cheers of the fangirls hiding in the woods) "Ouch! Stop it! I broke a nail!" Shishiwakamaru sat back on his heels, still straddling the demon battler. "Sorry..." He didn't sound all that apologetic, "I'll let you braid my hair later." This seemed to cheer Suzuki up considerably. "Goody!" And with that, he threw off the unsuspecting Shishi and proceeded to hurl more pink jello at him.
Eyes the size of saucers, Karasu toddled away from the disturbing scene. What do you know? There's something that can frighten the psychopath! Hugging Kurama-Barbie for comfort, the uber-sadist began muttering, "Don't let the jello men get me mommy..."
Part 2 – Chuu
Suzuki and Shishiwakamaru sat at the bar in the random Makai Inn, little foofy fancy drinks set before them. "I still smell like watermelon, Shishi!" The blue haired bishi demon sighed. "You're the one who thought up that idea and you picked out the flavor." He wrinkled his nose at the demon that seated himself next to them. "And it's better than what some of these riff raff smell like." The demon next to him heard the verbal jab and turned to find himself face to face with a pair of, lets all admit it, very pretty guys. Before said demon could do anything, though, he found himself flat on the floor and his chair occupied by a much shorter youkai.
"Hey! I was sittin' there!" This got the angry demon a large yo-yo to his already malformed nose. "Lea'mealone..." Suzuki and Shishi exchanged glances. What was Rinku doing in a bar? He never set foot in them unless dragged along by Chuu. The boy-demon had somehow managed to secure himself a bottle of strong liquor and was already beginning to chug it. "Rinku! What are you doing?" Dear Little Death Death quickly snagged the bottle out of the yo-yo wielder's hands. "Hey...give that back!" The boy looked from Suzuki to Shishi before bursting into tears. "What's wrong?" Beautiful I-Still-Smell-Like- Watermelon asked. Neither of them had seen the kid this upset. And he usually had something to be upset about, since he was stuck with a mowhawked drunkard. But Chuu had, through some miracle of some sort, stopped drinking. Rinku had been elated, since that had meant more money for him to buy yo-yos with.
"H-he's got a new thing now!" His small audience made the correct assumption in thinking he meant a replacement for alcohol. But what could he be doing now that was so bad? As if in answer to that unspoken question, a loud familiar voice blared from the doorway. "Oi! Rinku! I thought you were gonna help me today!" The two bishi turned towards the Inn's entrance to see, perhaps, what had disturbed the boy enough to drive him to drink. Chuu looked normal enough, though he didn't wobble like he used to. What was wrong? Things seemed just fine...Suzuki screamed. Shishiwakamaru fainted. Nestled in the tall youkai's arms were three fluffy pink poodles and he had a set of brightly colored rings in one hand. "I don't wanna train the doggies!!" wailed Rinku.
A/N: ::dying of laughter:: Jello wrestling! Woohoo! Don't ask me where it came from, even I don't know! But really...Shishi (hmmm...Dear Little Death Death) and Suzuki playing in watermelon jello, it's not all bad. The Chuu part is just weird. I don't think it's very funny. But maybe I'll cover the fate of the evil poodles later. I really don't like poodles. But who does? ::goes to work on a new fic...something almost serious!::