Charms
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Chapter 7
//"He's nothing like you!" Hiei said.// What he said. Kurama touched his cheek. //what's up? why would he say something like that...so suddenly?// the red head wasn't sure how to translate that. He wanted to ask but the fire demon was gone.
Maybe he was concentating on unnecessary things. That instict to look up and that tail of that animal over the wall of this manor Hiei had warned him to stay away from...stay away. Why? Was the master of this house, of the Hazama family, was it because of him?
"Shuichi-san!" a girl's voice called just behind him. He turned to see a plain girl with brown braids and large glasses. "Shuichi-san!"
"Michiba-san." Kurama watched her running. She half colapsed when she got to him. "Are you alright?" he asked. The brown eyed girl braced her hands on her knees and heaved breaths. "What are you doing here?"
"I *gasp* had to *gasp* tell you *gasp* I gave you *gasp* the wrong *gasp* address." she managed.
"You came all this way to tell me that?" Kurama smiled, he would laugh if she hadn't strained herself so much. She suddenly stood up straight like a soldier.
"It is my duty to keep you informed of any and all developments in student and classroom affairs. I incorrectly informed you of a student's address and so I am here to correct that mistake." Michiba announced before she leaned on the wall next to her.
"It's alright." the red head tried to assure her. "I made it. See." he looked at the name plate and she did the same.
"Oh good." She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where you really that worried?" he asked.
"Well," she put a closed hand to her cheek, "I just don't want you to be inconvinenced...because of me."
"Arigato, Michiba-san." Kurama appreciated her efforts.
"Shuichi-san." she looked dreamily at him and he felt a sweat drop. Suddenly the gate opened and Hazama stepped out.
"See ya old man!" Daiki called over a pack back thrown over his shoulder. "Ah." he stopped in mid-step when he saw them. He seemed to quickly become nervous.
"Shuichi-san. Michiba-san. What are you doing here?" Hazama asked.
"We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." Kurama told him. "But it seems we've come at a bad time. Are you going out?"
"Ah!" he looked at the bag, "No! I..." he tossed it behind him. "I mean that can wait." he assured them. "Please come in." Kurama wondered if Daiki was forcing that smile. "Hey Uncle!" Daiki called. Michiba shut the gate behind them. "We've got guests."
"Guest's?" a gentleman, probably 30 years old, peeked his head out of the door. "Who?"
"Uncle Soba this is..." Daiki began.
"Such lovely ladies!" The brown haired, hazel eyed man approched Kurama. //Ladies?!//
"Please excuse the intrusion." Kurama hoped his voice would help this guy figure out his mistake before he embarrassed himself.
"Not at all, sweet lady. Please let me introduce myself." Daiki's uncle pushed Hazama back, taking Kurama's hand.
"Uh, but..." the red head tried to stop him.
"I'm Tosobaru Hazama." he looked at the lunches Kurama had brought. "A picnic for two. Could it be that you came for Daiki's heart but insead stole mine?"
"No." Kurama told him.
"Come." Soba wrapped an arm around the red head. "Let us run away from all this and create a world of blooming flowers." He took both Kurama's hands in his. //What's wrong with this guy?// Kurama thought, knowing all his protests had been ignored. "I'll be your honey bee." Soba smiled with a devilish grin. Shuichi felt sick. "What do you say?" the man asked.
"I say your a pervert!" Daiki used the backpack he had tossed a moment ago to hit the letcher over the head. "Come on." He grabbed Kurama's hand and dragged him out of that situation.
"Come back any time!" the uncle called beyond the gate. Daiki stomped faster down the street.
"That stupid jerk. Shouldda known better. Never trust him." Hazama grumbled angrily. Kurama had to fight to keep from dropping the lunches his mother made.
"Hazama-san." Kurama tried to get his attention. "Hazama-san." Why wasn't he listening? "Daiki-kun!"
"Huh?" He stopped.
"phew." the red head was relieved, "Another moment and I might have dropped the lunches."
"Oh," he looked down, "I'm sorry. He just made me so mad. Talking to you like that."
"It was a little embarrassing." Kurama admitted.
"Sorry." Daiki looked almost ashamed.
"Don't worry about it. No harm done." green eyes looked around, "By the way. Did we leave Michiba-san?"
"Huh?" the strawberry blond looked behind them. "No. She got a cell phone call while my uncle was harrassing you and she left."
//She abandoned me.// Kurama would have felt alone if Daiki hadn't still been holding his hand. //that's right. He protected me.//
"Thank you." Shuichi smiled.
"Uh?" he let go of Kurama's hand and looked away. "I didn't do anything special." the red head laughed to himself.
"Hey. Is there a park or something nearby?" the red head asked.
"Well," Daiki's storm blue eyes looked around. "A few blocks that way. Why?" he pointed, just then his stomach growled.
"I think it's time for lunch." Kurama offered the lunches. Daiki laughed, maybe a little embarrassed by his body's outburst.
Thank you every one that reveiwed! Please continue to reveiw. It means a lot to me. Give me some suggestions if you are so inclined. Other wise just to know you reading this fic would be nice;)
Chapter 7
//"He's nothing like you!" Hiei said.// What he said. Kurama touched his cheek. //what's up? why would he say something like that...so suddenly?// the red head wasn't sure how to translate that. He wanted to ask but the fire demon was gone.
Maybe he was concentating on unnecessary things. That instict to look up and that tail of that animal over the wall of this manor Hiei had warned him to stay away from...stay away. Why? Was the master of this house, of the Hazama family, was it because of him?
"Shuichi-san!" a girl's voice called just behind him. He turned to see a plain girl with brown braids and large glasses. "Shuichi-san!"
"Michiba-san." Kurama watched her running. She half colapsed when she got to him. "Are you alright?" he asked. The brown eyed girl braced her hands on her knees and heaved breaths. "What are you doing here?"
"I *gasp* had to *gasp* tell you *gasp* I gave you *gasp* the wrong *gasp* address." she managed.
"You came all this way to tell me that?" Kurama smiled, he would laugh if she hadn't strained herself so much. She suddenly stood up straight like a soldier.
"It is my duty to keep you informed of any and all developments in student and classroom affairs. I incorrectly informed you of a student's address and so I am here to correct that mistake." Michiba announced before she leaned on the wall next to her.
"It's alright." the red head tried to assure her. "I made it. See." he looked at the name plate and she did the same.
"Oh good." She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where you really that worried?" he asked.
"Well," she put a closed hand to her cheek, "I just don't want you to be inconvinenced...because of me."
"Arigato, Michiba-san." Kurama appreciated her efforts.
"Shuichi-san." she looked dreamily at him and he felt a sweat drop. Suddenly the gate opened and Hazama stepped out.
"See ya old man!" Daiki called over a pack back thrown over his shoulder. "Ah." he stopped in mid-step when he saw them. He seemed to quickly become nervous.
"Shuichi-san. Michiba-san. What are you doing here?" Hazama asked.
"We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." Kurama told him. "But it seems we've come at a bad time. Are you going out?"
"Ah!" he looked at the bag, "No! I..." he tossed it behind him. "I mean that can wait." he assured them. "Please come in." Kurama wondered if Daiki was forcing that smile. "Hey Uncle!" Daiki called. Michiba shut the gate behind them. "We've got guests."
"Guest's?" a gentleman, probably 30 years old, peeked his head out of the door. "Who?"
"Uncle Soba this is..." Daiki began.
"Such lovely ladies!" The brown haired, hazel eyed man approched Kurama. //Ladies?!//
"Please excuse the intrusion." Kurama hoped his voice would help this guy figure out his mistake before he embarrassed himself.
"Not at all, sweet lady. Please let me introduce myself." Daiki's uncle pushed Hazama back, taking Kurama's hand.
"Uh, but..." the red head tried to stop him.
"I'm Tosobaru Hazama." he looked at the lunches Kurama had brought. "A picnic for two. Could it be that you came for Daiki's heart but insead stole mine?"
"No." Kurama told him.
"Come." Soba wrapped an arm around the red head. "Let us run away from all this and create a world of blooming flowers." He took both Kurama's hands in his. //What's wrong with this guy?// Kurama thought, knowing all his protests had been ignored. "I'll be your honey bee." Soba smiled with a devilish grin. Shuichi felt sick. "What do you say?" the man asked.
"I say your a pervert!" Daiki used the backpack he had tossed a moment ago to hit the letcher over the head. "Come on." He grabbed Kurama's hand and dragged him out of that situation.
"Come back any time!" the uncle called beyond the gate. Daiki stomped faster down the street.
"That stupid jerk. Shouldda known better. Never trust him." Hazama grumbled angrily. Kurama had to fight to keep from dropping the lunches his mother made.
"Hazama-san." Kurama tried to get his attention. "Hazama-san." Why wasn't he listening? "Daiki-kun!"
"Huh?" He stopped.
"phew." the red head was relieved, "Another moment and I might have dropped the lunches."
"Oh," he looked down, "I'm sorry. He just made me so mad. Talking to you like that."
"It was a little embarrassing." Kurama admitted.
"Sorry." Daiki looked almost ashamed.
"Don't worry about it. No harm done." green eyes looked around, "By the way. Did we leave Michiba-san?"
"Huh?" the strawberry blond looked behind them. "No. She got a cell phone call while my uncle was harrassing you and she left."
//She abandoned me.// Kurama would have felt alone if Daiki hadn't still been holding his hand. //that's right. He protected me.//
"Thank you." Shuichi smiled.
"Uh?" he let go of Kurama's hand and looked away. "I didn't do anything special." the red head laughed to himself.
"Hey. Is there a park or something nearby?" the red head asked.
"Well," Daiki's storm blue eyes looked around. "A few blocks that way. Why?" he pointed, just then his stomach growled.
"I think it's time for lunch." Kurama offered the lunches. Daiki laughed, maybe a little embarrassed by his body's outburst.