Charms
I love reviews. I want more. I'm greedy. Hoshi! Hoshi! Hoshi! *Rolls around on the floor like a baby.* Tosobaru burst's in the door. "Young lady," He races to her. Eiri cringes. "I'll be you're star, your hoshi!" Eiri sprays him in the face with mace. Not star! *turns to audience* In this case I mean hoshi as want or desire. "I'll be your desire." Soba searches for her with out stretched arms. You recover quickly! Time to run. Well enjoy. *runs away* "Come back we'll share our desires under the stars!" *screaming while running away*
Chapter 8
The apartment was hot and the cool wind blowing the curtains around was a welcome relief. Kurama lifted the sticky tank top and fanned himself. The floor was so much cooler than his padded bed.
"Kurama." Hiei sat on Kurama's window sill. What do you see? When you look at the stars?"
"The stars?" Kurama didn't understand why he was asking so suddenly. "Giant fireballs millions of miles away from earth, I guess." Hiei seemed to laugh to himself.
"That's what the human's believe." the fire demon looked at him with those red eyes. His expression was soft some how...forgiving.
"Shuichi." The red heard someone call his name.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Shuichi." The voice came again, louder this time. Hiei looked away and Kurama got angry at the interruption.
"What?!" he turned.
"Are you alright Shuichi-san?" stormy blue eyes looked at him with concern. The sun was hanging lower in the sky. The wind was cooler.
//I must have fallen asleep.// Kurama thought.
"Hazama-san." the red head sat up from the base of the tree. "Excuse me. I didn't mean to dose off."
"So you're okay? Thank goodness." Daiki seemed overly worried about him.
"I'm fine see." he stood. "Maybe a little dirty." he brushed off the back of his pants.
"Well," the strawberry blond gathered up the empty lunch boxes, "It's getting late. I'll walk you home."
"Oh, I don't need an escort. Besides I don't want you to go out of your way." Kurama took the boxes.
"No, I insist." Daiki took the lunch boxes. "You went out of your way for me after all." he started walking.
"That's my duty as student council president after all." Kurama caught up and walked at his pace.
"You can't fool me. I've been to lots of schools and it's nothing like that. I appreciate this and I want to show my gratitude." the blue eyed boy proclaimed.
"Alright but..." the red head started.
"No buts." the strawberry blond told him.
"But," Kurama stopped, "my house is that way." He pointed in the opposite direction.
"Oh." Daiki followed Kurama this time. They walked for several minutes without saying a word to each other. The sun was steadily falling and the street lights would come on soon. They could already hear the evening bugs humming their tune.
"Hey." Hazama spoke after a while.
"Yes?" Kurama was greatful for conversation. It was uncomfortable just walking in silence like this.
"You're the president of class but...what were you doing on the roof all by yourself?" the strawberry blond asked.
"Oh, sure start with the tough questions." Kurama joked.
"I'm sorry." Daiki bowed his head.
"No, I don't mind talking about it." Kurama assured him. "Acctually it's pretty simple reason, it's just a long story." He thought it over, where to begin. "I guess the short version is that...I'm too popular."
"Is being popular a bad thing?" he asked genuinely curious.
"Well, I guess not. In my case though, I can't seem to be around people during lunches, feild trips and dances." green eyes admitted.
"Why's that?" blue eyes didn't understand.
"I have a large following of ladies who admire me it appears and misunderstandings have occured on more than one occasion. The last field trip I went on...I think it was at the begining of the school year. Two girls had tried to give me both their lunches. I refused politely saying I had my own lunch. Unfortunately that didn't satisfy them."
"Oh." Daiki responded.
"It got ugly when one of the girl's boyfriend appeared and tried to fight me." Kurama told him. "I did my best to avoid a fight but...to make a long story short, there was property damage and a few student's got injured."
"Whoa." he was surprised.
"I know what it sounds like, believe me, but I did everything I could to prevent it." the red head assured him.
"I see." Daiki thought about it. "Did you get into trouble?"
"No." his red hair swayed as he shook his head, "The teachers saw everything and pleaded on my behalf to the principle."
"What happened to the other guy?" Hazama asked.
"He was expelled." Kurama told him sadly. "I tried to explain many times that it was just a misunderstanding but...In the end."
"There was nothing you could do." Daiki sympathized. Kurama nodded. "I think he got what he deserved, to get so violent over a lunch."
"You weren't there, it was a misunderstanding." He wanted Daiki to understand. //He was possessed by a demon. Yusuke showed up and started distroying everything and then, after the damage was done the student was left to take the blame. It was a demon's fault.//
"Yeah, I guess you're right." he agreed. Kurama was glad Daiki was willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. "If you don't mind me asking?"
"What?" the red head wondered what eles he was curious about.
"You don't really seem to like being the president." Hazama stated simply.
"Is it that obvious?" Kurama wondered.
"Well, I guess I'm mostly asking because you don't really fit-in in class. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions." he rubbed his strawberry blond head.
"No, you're right." the red head confirmed. "Michiba-san actually nominated me without my consent. The vote would have been unanimous except a few students were absent that day."
"They really like you then." Hazama surmised.
"Yes I know." Kurama replied, "But I never asked for the resposibility."
"But you accept it." the blue eyed boy concluded.
"No one else would hear of a change, even the our teacher Miss Hinageshi." He shrugged. "I don't mind it really. Michiba-san acctually does all the work I'm mostly a figure head, you might say."
"Really?" Hazama was surprised again.
"Yes. When she found out I really prefered not to be the president of our class she took it upon herself to apologize by being my vice president. I wondered if it would really work out at first, but she's been a valuable asset to our class. If we ever have another presidential race, I'd like to nominate her." Kurama told him. Those blue eyes were looking at him and for a moment he thought he saw Daiki smile.
"Maybe you should write her speaches." the boy laughed.
"I'm serious." Kurama explained.
"You really like her huh?" The strawbery blond asked out of the blue. Kurama blinked.
"She's a wonderful person and a loyal friend." the red head admitted.
"Maybe you should ask her out some time." Daiki had a grin on his face now.
"Ask her...? Now I know you're teasing me." Kurama challenged.
"No way you should." he nugged his friend.
"No. I don't like her like that." Kurama waved his arms to make it clear. "She's just a friend, believe me."
"Oh, okay." Daiki seemed to accept that.
"Hey." Now it was Kurama's turn to ask a question.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Why don't you live at the Hazama main house?" Kurama wondered if he was out of line. He told himself he shouldn't talk to Hazama about this but since they were talking about person things anyway, and in spite of himself Kurama was curious. There was a long silence and just when the red head was about tell him not to worry about it they arrived.
"Um, It looks like we're here." they stopped at his appartment building. "You don't want to keep your parent's waiting."
"My mother." Kurama told him. Maybe if he kept on telling personal things. Daiki would feel more comfortable confiding in him as well. After all, trust is earned.
"Huh?" the boy asked.
"My father died a long time ago." the red head told him.
"Oh. Sorry." he seemed guilty for bringing it up.
"Like I said, it was along time ago." Kurama tried to assure him.
"Right. Well. I guess I'll see you at school." Daiki turned.
"Hey." Kurama wanted to try one more thing before he would just let him go in this somber mood.
"Yeah?" the strawberry blond replied.
"It's kind of late and my mother love's company, why don't you have dinner with us." green eyes offered.
"Well," he rubbed his head in thought, "I am already here I guess. It's been a while since I've had a home cooked meal. Are you sure you're mom won't mind?"
"She'll be so happy you came, trust me." Kurama invited his friend to follow.
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I know this new character is in here a lot but bare with me, this is going somewhere important with the other characters. More details are in the next Chapter I promise.
I love reviews. I want more. I'm greedy. Hoshi! Hoshi! Hoshi! *Rolls around on the floor like a baby.* Tosobaru burst's in the door. "Young lady," He races to her. Eiri cringes. "I'll be you're star, your hoshi!" Eiri sprays him in the face with mace. Not star! *turns to audience* In this case I mean hoshi as want or desire. "I'll be your desire." Soba searches for her with out stretched arms. You recover quickly! Time to run. Well enjoy. *runs away* "Come back we'll share our desires under the stars!" *screaming while running away*
Chapter 8
The apartment was hot and the cool wind blowing the curtains around was a welcome relief. Kurama lifted the sticky tank top and fanned himself. The floor was so much cooler than his padded bed.
"Kurama." Hiei sat on Kurama's window sill. What do you see? When you look at the stars?"
"The stars?" Kurama didn't understand why he was asking so suddenly. "Giant fireballs millions of miles away from earth, I guess." Hiei seemed to laugh to himself.
"That's what the human's believe." the fire demon looked at him with those red eyes. His expression was soft some how...forgiving.
"Shuichi." The red heard someone call his name.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Shuichi." The voice came again, louder this time. Hiei looked away and Kurama got angry at the interruption.
"What?!" he turned.
"Are you alright Shuichi-san?" stormy blue eyes looked at him with concern. The sun was hanging lower in the sky. The wind was cooler.
//I must have fallen asleep.// Kurama thought.
"Hazama-san." the red head sat up from the base of the tree. "Excuse me. I didn't mean to dose off."
"So you're okay? Thank goodness." Daiki seemed overly worried about him.
"I'm fine see." he stood. "Maybe a little dirty." he brushed off the back of his pants.
"Well," the strawberry blond gathered up the empty lunch boxes, "It's getting late. I'll walk you home."
"Oh, I don't need an escort. Besides I don't want you to go out of your way." Kurama took the boxes.
"No, I insist." Daiki took the lunch boxes. "You went out of your way for me after all." he started walking.
"That's my duty as student council president after all." Kurama caught up and walked at his pace.
"You can't fool me. I've been to lots of schools and it's nothing like that. I appreciate this and I want to show my gratitude." the blue eyed boy proclaimed.
"Alright but..." the red head started.
"No buts." the strawberry blond told him.
"But," Kurama stopped, "my house is that way." He pointed in the opposite direction.
"Oh." Daiki followed Kurama this time. They walked for several minutes without saying a word to each other. The sun was steadily falling and the street lights would come on soon. They could already hear the evening bugs humming their tune.
"Hey." Hazama spoke after a while.
"Yes?" Kurama was greatful for conversation. It was uncomfortable just walking in silence like this.
"You're the president of class but...what were you doing on the roof all by yourself?" the strawberry blond asked.
"Oh, sure start with the tough questions." Kurama joked.
"I'm sorry." Daiki bowed his head.
"No, I don't mind talking about it." Kurama assured him. "Acctually it's pretty simple reason, it's just a long story." He thought it over, where to begin. "I guess the short version is that...I'm too popular."
"Is being popular a bad thing?" he asked genuinely curious.
"Well, I guess not. In my case though, I can't seem to be around people during lunches, feild trips and dances." green eyes admitted.
"Why's that?" blue eyes didn't understand.
"I have a large following of ladies who admire me it appears and misunderstandings have occured on more than one occasion. The last field trip I went on...I think it was at the begining of the school year. Two girls had tried to give me both their lunches. I refused politely saying I had my own lunch. Unfortunately that didn't satisfy them."
"Oh." Daiki responded.
"It got ugly when one of the girl's boyfriend appeared and tried to fight me." Kurama told him. "I did my best to avoid a fight but...to make a long story short, there was property damage and a few student's got injured."
"Whoa." he was surprised.
"I know what it sounds like, believe me, but I did everything I could to prevent it." the red head assured him.
"I see." Daiki thought about it. "Did you get into trouble?"
"No." his red hair swayed as he shook his head, "The teachers saw everything and pleaded on my behalf to the principle."
"What happened to the other guy?" Hazama asked.
"He was expelled." Kurama told him sadly. "I tried to explain many times that it was just a misunderstanding but...In the end."
"There was nothing you could do." Daiki sympathized. Kurama nodded. "I think he got what he deserved, to get so violent over a lunch."
"You weren't there, it was a misunderstanding." He wanted Daiki to understand. //He was possessed by a demon. Yusuke showed up and started distroying everything and then, after the damage was done the student was left to take the blame. It was a demon's fault.//
"Yeah, I guess you're right." he agreed. Kurama was glad Daiki was willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. "If you don't mind me asking?"
"What?" the red head wondered what eles he was curious about.
"You don't really seem to like being the president." Hazama stated simply.
"Is it that obvious?" Kurama wondered.
"Well, I guess I'm mostly asking because you don't really fit-in in class. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions." he rubbed his strawberry blond head.
"No, you're right." the red head confirmed. "Michiba-san actually nominated me without my consent. The vote would have been unanimous except a few students were absent that day."
"They really like you then." Hazama surmised.
"Yes I know." Kurama replied, "But I never asked for the resposibility."
"But you accept it." the blue eyed boy concluded.
"No one else would hear of a change, even the our teacher Miss Hinageshi." He shrugged. "I don't mind it really. Michiba-san acctually does all the work I'm mostly a figure head, you might say."
"Really?" Hazama was surprised again.
"Yes. When she found out I really prefered not to be the president of our class she took it upon herself to apologize by being my vice president. I wondered if it would really work out at first, but she's been a valuable asset to our class. If we ever have another presidential race, I'd like to nominate her." Kurama told him. Those blue eyes were looking at him and for a moment he thought he saw Daiki smile.
"Maybe you should write her speaches." the boy laughed.
"I'm serious." Kurama explained.
"You really like her huh?" The strawbery blond asked out of the blue. Kurama blinked.
"She's a wonderful person and a loyal friend." the red head admitted.
"Maybe you should ask her out some time." Daiki had a grin on his face now.
"Ask her...? Now I know you're teasing me." Kurama challenged.
"No way you should." he nugged his friend.
"No. I don't like her like that." Kurama waved his arms to make it clear. "She's just a friend, believe me."
"Oh, okay." Daiki seemed to accept that.
"Hey." Now it was Kurama's turn to ask a question.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Why don't you live at the Hazama main house?" Kurama wondered if he was out of line. He told himself he shouldn't talk to Hazama about this but since they were talking about person things anyway, and in spite of himself Kurama was curious. There was a long silence and just when the red head was about tell him not to worry about it they arrived.
"Um, It looks like we're here." they stopped at his appartment building. "You don't want to keep your parent's waiting."
"My mother." Kurama told him. Maybe if he kept on telling personal things. Daiki would feel more comfortable confiding in him as well. After all, trust is earned.
"Huh?" the boy asked.
"My father died a long time ago." the red head told him.
"Oh. Sorry." he seemed guilty for bringing it up.
"Like I said, it was along time ago." Kurama tried to assure him.
"Right. Well. I guess I'll see you at school." Daiki turned.
"Hey." Kurama wanted to try one more thing before he would just let him go in this somber mood.
"Yeah?" the strawberry blond replied.
"It's kind of late and my mother love's company, why don't you have dinner with us." green eyes offered.
"Well," he rubbed his head in thought, "I am already here I guess. It's been a while since I've had a home cooked meal. Are you sure you're mom won't mind?"
"She'll be so happy you came, trust me." Kurama invited his friend to follow.
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I know this new character is in here a lot but bare with me, this is going somewhere important with the other characters. More details are in the next Chapter I promise.