Charms
It was suggested to me that the spelling of Kuhabara's name should be Kuwbara. I'd like to accept that except for the fact that the japanese language cannot have a consonant with out a vowel. the only exception of course being n. therefore I will compromise and spell it Kuwabara. I hope this is acceptable. Thank you to everyone for your comments and suggestions. I look forward to hearing more.
Chapter 6
Kurama walked through busy streets and crowds of laughing faces. Sunday was always like this. Everyone wanting to enjoy every bit of their free time doing what they love. His green eyes looked at couples holding hands and smiling at each other. He wanted to be happy for them, but...his gaze fell to the ground.
His red hair fell in waves as he shook his head. He was too busy to think about such things. Besides, he had no intention of leaving this world with his heir. Only some one special could get his attention, but to intrest him in any romantic sense was practially impossible. Even now, no human has ever been so moving.
"So this is it?" He scanned the note from Michiba-san. Then looked at the name plate again. "Hazama." he read, "It must be." He knocked on the large door to the eight, maybe ten foot high wall that divided the house from the rest of the world. He could see large trees making a canopy over the almost half the area. The house itself must be...
"Can I help you?" A little old man in a suit, probably a butler, asked.
"Uh," his sudden appearance surprised Kurama, "Yes. I'm the student council president of the high school class 3-b. I'm looking for Daiki Hazama. Is he here?"
"President of your class." the man seemed moderately impressed. "I see. It is considerate of you to see our young master, however, I'm afraid is not here. I'm sorry." he bowed.
"I see. He's gone out." Shuichi assumed.
"No sir." the shriveled man told him, but what did he mean?
"No?" the green eyes blinked.
"No." the man repeated.
"Then...Where..." a small flock of birds suddenly flew from the trees above the home down inside the walls.
"The young master doesn't live in the main house." The old butler told him, uneffected. "He does come every week to tend the grounds, however, he does not live here."
"Why is that?" the red head reconsidered such a direct question. "That is, if you don't mind me asking." he bowed for the favor
"I'm afaid I don't know all the details myself." he put a hand behind his whispy white hair. "I do know that the late master had required something impossible for our young master to accept. And so his cousin has assumed the master's place in his stead."
"Is that so?" Kurama was learning something new about his classmate. Something private like this, he may not want to bring this up to Daiki if at all possible. Impossible to accept...I wonder. "Forgive me for asking but..."
"Yes." the old man was being so friendly, kurama didn't want to pry but he was curious to know.
"If Mr. Hazama has given up his rights to the title of master, why do you still call him young master?" he asked.
"Oh! This is because he still has..." the man was interrupted.
"Yuma." called a strong voice from beyond the gate.
"Yes sir." when the little man turned to look Kurama got a glimpse of a tall man perhaps 24 years, tossing pellets on the ground and into a small stream that ran through the grounds. Even a glance of this place was magnificent. Daiki took care of these grounds? Something deep inside smiled thinking of the honest effort his classmate must have put into such a beautiful place.
"Who is it and What is his busness here?" the 24 year old had long black hair kept in a red ribbon, just below the shoulders. He wore a lose fitting kimono, strapped tightly at the waist. The pattern was white with crimson and yellow-gold maple leaves on dark branches, reaching upward. Physically he was equisite, but his eyes betrayed something that was not human. But what it was, he didn't have time to guess.
"This man is the president of the young master's high school class. He would like to express his welcome to our new home." the shriveled man explained.
"Very well. Give him Daiki's address so that he won't waste his time here." Those dark eyes, like cole, seemed to look past Kurama. As if he wasn't looking at Shuichi, but straight at the yokai Kurama.
"Yes master." The old man nodded. Green eyes stayed fast until the master of the home turned back to feeding the flocks of birds fluttering around him.
"Master?" Kurama whispered to himself. "Daiki's cousin."
"What was that?" the old man didn't hear.
"Ah, nothing." the red head waved a hand.
"Oh. Well..." the old man gave him directions to a small home just twelve blocks away.
"Thank you." he bowed and hurried on his way. the red head had berely gone five steps before a dark blur obstucted his path. He jumped back with surprise to see Hiei, his blood red eyes looking at him almost...sternly. "Ah," he fought the urge to yell. "Hiei? What," green eyes looked at the carefully wrapped lunch his mother made for the new student. "What are you doing here?" //the less eye contact the better//
"Kurama." he spoke plainly.
"Ha-Hai?" His green eyes snapped to fix with Hiei's gaze.
"Whatever buisness you have with that house..." Hiei turned slowly, "I'm warning you," he looked over his shoulder, "Leave it alone."
"Wha," Kurama was stunned. What was this all of a sudden? A warning to leave this house alone? "What are you talking about? Does this have something to do with that strange master of their's. That man he's not..."
"Human." Hiei finished for him. "Is that...what you were thinking?"
"I know he can't be human. His eyes told me. That's it! So he isn't from the human world at all is he? Is he a demon hiding his form? Did he take a child's body to hide here? Is he...like me?" kurama asked.
"He's nothing like you!" Hiei snapped. Something inside Shuichi gave a little and his breath got caught in his throat. "That creature." the brunet told him. "Leave it alone."
"Hiei..." Kurama blinked and as abruptly as he had appeared, Hiei had vanished. The red head felt the wind blow and instinct told him to look up. At the top of the wall he saw a fluffy tail disappear over the side. "A cat?" the read head wondered if it was really that simple.
It was suggested to me that the spelling of Kuhabara's name should be Kuwbara. I'd like to accept that except for the fact that the japanese language cannot have a consonant with out a vowel. the only exception of course being n. therefore I will compromise and spell it Kuwabara. I hope this is acceptable. Thank you to everyone for your comments and suggestions. I look forward to hearing more.
Chapter 6
Kurama walked through busy streets and crowds of laughing faces. Sunday was always like this. Everyone wanting to enjoy every bit of their free time doing what they love. His green eyes looked at couples holding hands and smiling at each other. He wanted to be happy for them, but...his gaze fell to the ground.
His red hair fell in waves as he shook his head. He was too busy to think about such things. Besides, he had no intention of leaving this world with his heir. Only some one special could get his attention, but to intrest him in any romantic sense was practially impossible. Even now, no human has ever been so moving.
"So this is it?" He scanned the note from Michiba-san. Then looked at the name plate again. "Hazama." he read, "It must be." He knocked on the large door to the eight, maybe ten foot high wall that divided the house from the rest of the world. He could see large trees making a canopy over the almost half the area. The house itself must be...
"Can I help you?" A little old man in a suit, probably a butler, asked.
"Uh," his sudden appearance surprised Kurama, "Yes. I'm the student council president of the high school class 3-b. I'm looking for Daiki Hazama. Is he here?"
"President of your class." the man seemed moderately impressed. "I see. It is considerate of you to see our young master, however, I'm afraid is not here. I'm sorry." he bowed.
"I see. He's gone out." Shuichi assumed.
"No sir." the shriveled man told him, but what did he mean?
"No?" the green eyes blinked.
"No." the man repeated.
"Then...Where..." a small flock of birds suddenly flew from the trees above the home down inside the walls.
"The young master doesn't live in the main house." The old butler told him, uneffected. "He does come every week to tend the grounds, however, he does not live here."
"Why is that?" the red head reconsidered such a direct question. "That is, if you don't mind me asking." he bowed for the favor
"I'm afaid I don't know all the details myself." he put a hand behind his whispy white hair. "I do know that the late master had required something impossible for our young master to accept. And so his cousin has assumed the master's place in his stead."
"Is that so?" Kurama was learning something new about his classmate. Something private like this, he may not want to bring this up to Daiki if at all possible. Impossible to accept...I wonder. "Forgive me for asking but..."
"Yes." the old man was being so friendly, kurama didn't want to pry but he was curious to know.
"If Mr. Hazama has given up his rights to the title of master, why do you still call him young master?" he asked.
"Oh! This is because he still has..." the man was interrupted.
"Yuma." called a strong voice from beyond the gate.
"Yes sir." when the little man turned to look Kurama got a glimpse of a tall man perhaps 24 years, tossing pellets on the ground and into a small stream that ran through the grounds. Even a glance of this place was magnificent. Daiki took care of these grounds? Something deep inside smiled thinking of the honest effort his classmate must have put into such a beautiful place.
"Who is it and What is his busness here?" the 24 year old had long black hair kept in a red ribbon, just below the shoulders. He wore a lose fitting kimono, strapped tightly at the waist. The pattern was white with crimson and yellow-gold maple leaves on dark branches, reaching upward. Physically he was equisite, but his eyes betrayed something that was not human. But what it was, he didn't have time to guess.
"This man is the president of the young master's high school class. He would like to express his welcome to our new home." the shriveled man explained.
"Very well. Give him Daiki's address so that he won't waste his time here." Those dark eyes, like cole, seemed to look past Kurama. As if he wasn't looking at Shuichi, but straight at the yokai Kurama.
"Yes master." The old man nodded. Green eyes stayed fast until the master of the home turned back to feeding the flocks of birds fluttering around him.
"Master?" Kurama whispered to himself. "Daiki's cousin."
"What was that?" the old man didn't hear.
"Ah, nothing." the red head waved a hand.
"Oh. Well..." the old man gave him directions to a small home just twelve blocks away.
"Thank you." he bowed and hurried on his way. the red head had berely gone five steps before a dark blur obstucted his path. He jumped back with surprise to see Hiei, his blood red eyes looking at him almost...sternly. "Ah," he fought the urge to yell. "Hiei? What," green eyes looked at the carefully wrapped lunch his mother made for the new student. "What are you doing here?" //the less eye contact the better//
"Kurama." he spoke plainly.
"Ha-Hai?" His green eyes snapped to fix with Hiei's gaze.
"Whatever buisness you have with that house..." Hiei turned slowly, "I'm warning you," he looked over his shoulder, "Leave it alone."
"Wha," Kurama was stunned. What was this all of a sudden? A warning to leave this house alone? "What are you talking about? Does this have something to do with that strange master of their's. That man he's not..."
"Human." Hiei finished for him. "Is that...what you were thinking?"
"I know he can't be human. His eyes told me. That's it! So he isn't from the human world at all is he? Is he a demon hiding his form? Did he take a child's body to hide here? Is he...like me?" kurama asked.
"He's nothing like you!" Hiei snapped. Something inside Shuichi gave a little and his breath got caught in his throat. "That creature." the brunet told him. "Leave it alone."
"Hiei..." Kurama blinked and as abruptly as he had appeared, Hiei had vanished. The red head felt the wind blow and instinct told him to look up. At the top of the wall he saw a fluffy tail disappear over the side. "A cat?" the read head wondered if it was really that simple.