Authoress' Notes: All right, all right people! I know I've been slacking. You know I've been slacking. Ciu-koi REALLY knows I have been slacking. Save me from Culinary's cheese grater!! (if it hasn't got rusty or something from age since it was last used. Do cheese graters get rusty?) *shrugs*
Ciu-koi, I'll try not to pretend to be Swissy. Note: TRY. ^.^;;
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I have to make up my slack-i-ness to you guys. Feel free to threaten all you like! ^.^ (inner Hieica: HELP!)
~A Red Rose in the Darkness~
Chapter Twenty-one (Holy schpit!)
An unbelievably large house stood before him. He blinked and crimson eyes searched the layout carefully, not leaving out one vague detail. He had changed his normal attire of black, black, and black to a pair of Kurama's old, faded jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. He would have worn a black tank, but it was in the dirty laundry, and as Kurama always says, "First impressions don't need to include smelly clothes and unwashed hair". Okay, so maybe he didn't ALWAYS say that, but he has said it a couple of times.
Hiei shoved the slip of paper that had the address down into his pocket, stepping up to the facy gate that blocked his access. The people he had called must have had a lot of money. Good. The more for his fox, the better. Leaving his thoughts, he stared at the obstacle before him. The fire demon contemplated burning it or hopping over it when a particularly snooty man emerged from the side.
"Yessir?" The guard said.
Hiei blinked. "I'm the babysitter."
The guard eyes him. He looked from the boots, to the jeans, to the overly large shirt, and finally, came to rest upon Hiei's hair. Hiei wanted to punch him in the face.
"What is the password?" The guard asked after a second.
Hiei remembered this. He had had a long, grueling conversation with the equally snooty father of the child he was supposed to look after. The man repeated the password 106 times. Hiei knew, he counted.
"Strawberry shortcake," He said.
Then the snooty man smiled and opened the gates. "Welcome! Would you like a ride to the mansion?"
Hiei shook his head. "I can manage."
He started up the long drive. The guard stared after him for a while, and then turned. As soon as he was no longer in the man's gaze, he suddenly appeared on the front steps, in front of the large double doors. He looked over his shoulder, down the stairs. There was thirty-six steps in all, parting in the middle around a decorative water fountain with a mermaid propped on top, water flowing steadilly out of a giant shell she held in her hands.
Hiei turned to the doors once more, this time taking in their beauty as well. They were painted ivory, with a golden doorknob and gold lining around every indent. They came together to form the design of a phoenix, each doorknocker, gold as well, was decorated with a tiny, beautiful outlining of a snake winding around them. Hiei marveled at their beauty, but couldn't help but sense distaste inside himself. It was too fancy for him.
He reached a hand out and stood on his toes, tapping the doorknocker against the door.
Within seconds the door was opened by yet another fancy guy, only this guy was strictly a doorman, not a snooty guard.
Behind the doorman were stairs, large, elegant stairs leading up the high marble walls to a large upstairs world unknown. Decorating the main entrance were large tapestries hung from the ceiling, a giant chandelier, and many well-taken care of plants. Hiei slipped off his boots and entered, his feet first meeting cold marble. Then, his feet sank into the soft, brown fur of a bear rug.
Turning his head from side to side, he looked around. There was just so much to look at in here. He couldn't even imagine the rest of the house. The doorman waited patiently for Hiei to stop staring and led him into the living room.
Thus there was more to gape at. Hiei swore the living room was the size of Shiori's house. The walls were more lively than the entrance room, with paintings, more tapestries, those wall quilt things. There were huge windows with heavy velvet drapes, and the carpet between his toes was the same color as the drapes, plus it was extremely soft to step upon. The couch itself was also velvety, and upon it sat a young woman. She wore a beautiful light blue gown, as if she was going to a fancy party. She probably was.
She turned her head to look at Hiei. She started from his bare feet, to his faded jeans, the black over-sized shirt, his eyes, and she finally rest her eyes upon his hair.
She smiled. "I like you already!"
Hiei blinked. She wouldn't disapprove of him? Strange.
A strict looking man emerged from an entrance of what looked like a kitchen holding a little girl. She had her blonde hair up in two ponytails, one on each side of her head. She wore an adorable pink dress that even matched her socks. She looked at Hiei and smiled.
The fire demon blinked for the umpteenth time this chapter.
She wriggled out of her father's arms and walked up to him. He stared down, for once, upon her. She stared up at him.
"Your eyes are weird," she said after a while.
Hiei's right arm twitched and the temperature slightly grew. The bandages on his arm began to smoke, but the smoke luckilly faded before it came out of his shirt.
"Now, now. Be nice. His eyes are cool!" The mom said.
The father glared at Hiei. "You better treat her like a princess. Take care of her, and do not take your eyes off of her."
Yeah, all three of them, Hiei thought sarcastically.
"Not even for one moment. If so, you will once again be unemployed, and everybody knows what happens to poor men."
The temperature grew considerably more. The mother arched a brow. "Is something wrong with the heat?"
Hiei held in a smirk. "I won't let her out of my sight."
As in, she could be on the other side of the mansion and all Hiei would have to do is look through the walls with the Jagan.
"Also, take off the bandana. It's ridiculous," the father said nastilly, and left the room.
The mother waved her hand at him. "Don't worry about it, it's not too tacky. Anyway, catch you later!"
She winked and pranced through the opening. Hiei stared as the father popped his head through the entrance doors. "Your eyes aren't on her!!"
Hiei blinked and the doors closed. He then turned his head to face her. She stared up at him. He stared back.
Her brow became furrowed. "Your eyes are still weird."
That's it. I should have taken that mailman job, Hiei thought to himself.
"What's your name?" She asked him.
He knelt down. "Hiei," he said simply.
"Oh, like the mountain?"
Mountain? "I guess."
She plopped down on the couch and motioned for him to sit next to her.
Hiei wondered what the little devil was planning to do. Alas, as a well-paid babysitter, he must listen to her and treat her like a princess. He was determined not to let her get to him.
"How old are you?" She asked after a while.
"Around four hundred."
"Right, and I'm a boy," she said.
"Then what's your name, little boy?"
"It happens to be Hime."
How typical. The parents had decided from the beginning she was good enough to be a princess, therefore naming her Princess. Very original. Hiei predicted that she would be a spoiled rotten brat who would want everything to go her way. He also predicted the threats she would give him if she didn't get what she wanted.
Damn. This job is gonna suck.
Hieica: *is suddenly revived* Sorry!! Sorry sorry sorry for being so crappy at updating.
I'd like to thank all my faithful reviewers. After this chapter, we might have 200 reviews! And I don't care if you think I'm tacky for caring about my reviews. I think they rock! I think all of you guys rock!
Now I'd like to thank my beautiful koibito, Ciu Sune. It was Ciu-koi's idea to make Hiei twitch in anger, and she also wanted him to be a mailman. ^.^;; That's where the mailman line came from. ^.~ Thanks Ciu-koi!!
Swissy: REVIEW! GRRRRRRRRR!!! (H: Ciu-koi, remember the "grrrr" contests? ^.~) Review or I'll decapitate you and prop your head up on a stick!! LIKE A CARAMEL APPLE!!!
Hieica: ^.^;;;;;;;;; ---Many sweatdrops.
Ciu-koi, I'll try not to pretend to be Swissy. Note: TRY. ^.^;;
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I have to make up my slack-i-ness to you guys. Feel free to threaten all you like! ^.^ (inner Hieica: HELP!)
~A Red Rose in the Darkness~
Chapter Twenty-one (Holy schpit!)
An unbelievably large house stood before him. He blinked and crimson eyes searched the layout carefully, not leaving out one vague detail. He had changed his normal attire of black, black, and black to a pair of Kurama's old, faded jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. He would have worn a black tank, but it was in the dirty laundry, and as Kurama always says, "First impressions don't need to include smelly clothes and unwashed hair". Okay, so maybe he didn't ALWAYS say that, but he has said it a couple of times.
Hiei shoved the slip of paper that had the address down into his pocket, stepping up to the facy gate that blocked his access. The people he had called must have had a lot of money. Good. The more for his fox, the better. Leaving his thoughts, he stared at the obstacle before him. The fire demon contemplated burning it or hopping over it when a particularly snooty man emerged from the side.
"Yessir?" The guard said.
Hiei blinked. "I'm the babysitter."
The guard eyes him. He looked from the boots, to the jeans, to the overly large shirt, and finally, came to rest upon Hiei's hair. Hiei wanted to punch him in the face.
"What is the password?" The guard asked after a second.
Hiei remembered this. He had had a long, grueling conversation with the equally snooty father of the child he was supposed to look after. The man repeated the password 106 times. Hiei knew, he counted.
"Strawberry shortcake," He said.
Then the snooty man smiled and opened the gates. "Welcome! Would you like a ride to the mansion?"
Hiei shook his head. "I can manage."
He started up the long drive. The guard stared after him for a while, and then turned. As soon as he was no longer in the man's gaze, he suddenly appeared on the front steps, in front of the large double doors. He looked over his shoulder, down the stairs. There was thirty-six steps in all, parting in the middle around a decorative water fountain with a mermaid propped on top, water flowing steadilly out of a giant shell she held in her hands.
Hiei turned to the doors once more, this time taking in their beauty as well. They were painted ivory, with a golden doorknob and gold lining around every indent. They came together to form the design of a phoenix, each doorknocker, gold as well, was decorated with a tiny, beautiful outlining of a snake winding around them. Hiei marveled at their beauty, but couldn't help but sense distaste inside himself. It was too fancy for him.
He reached a hand out and stood on his toes, tapping the doorknocker against the door.
Within seconds the door was opened by yet another fancy guy, only this guy was strictly a doorman, not a snooty guard.
Behind the doorman were stairs, large, elegant stairs leading up the high marble walls to a large upstairs world unknown. Decorating the main entrance were large tapestries hung from the ceiling, a giant chandelier, and many well-taken care of plants. Hiei slipped off his boots and entered, his feet first meeting cold marble. Then, his feet sank into the soft, brown fur of a bear rug.
Turning his head from side to side, he looked around. There was just so much to look at in here. He couldn't even imagine the rest of the house. The doorman waited patiently for Hiei to stop staring and led him into the living room.
Thus there was more to gape at. Hiei swore the living room was the size of Shiori's house. The walls were more lively than the entrance room, with paintings, more tapestries, those wall quilt things. There were huge windows with heavy velvet drapes, and the carpet between his toes was the same color as the drapes, plus it was extremely soft to step upon. The couch itself was also velvety, and upon it sat a young woman. She wore a beautiful light blue gown, as if she was going to a fancy party. She probably was.
She turned her head to look at Hiei. She started from his bare feet, to his faded jeans, the black over-sized shirt, his eyes, and she finally rest her eyes upon his hair.
She smiled. "I like you already!"
Hiei blinked. She wouldn't disapprove of him? Strange.
A strict looking man emerged from an entrance of what looked like a kitchen holding a little girl. She had her blonde hair up in two ponytails, one on each side of her head. She wore an adorable pink dress that even matched her socks. She looked at Hiei and smiled.
The fire demon blinked for the umpteenth time this chapter.
She wriggled out of her father's arms and walked up to him. He stared down, for once, upon her. She stared up at him.
"Your eyes are weird," she said after a while.
Hiei's right arm twitched and the temperature slightly grew. The bandages on his arm began to smoke, but the smoke luckilly faded before it came out of his shirt.
"Now, now. Be nice. His eyes are cool!" The mom said.
The father glared at Hiei. "You better treat her like a princess. Take care of her, and do not take your eyes off of her."
Yeah, all three of them, Hiei thought sarcastically.
"Not even for one moment. If so, you will once again be unemployed, and everybody knows what happens to poor men."
The temperature grew considerably more. The mother arched a brow. "Is something wrong with the heat?"
Hiei held in a smirk. "I won't let her out of my sight."
As in, she could be on the other side of the mansion and all Hiei would have to do is look through the walls with the Jagan.
"Also, take off the bandana. It's ridiculous," the father said nastilly, and left the room.
The mother waved her hand at him. "Don't worry about it, it's not too tacky. Anyway, catch you later!"
She winked and pranced through the opening. Hiei stared as the father popped his head through the entrance doors. "Your eyes aren't on her!!"
Hiei blinked and the doors closed. He then turned his head to face her. She stared up at him. He stared back.
Her brow became furrowed. "Your eyes are still weird."
That's it. I should have taken that mailman job, Hiei thought to himself.
"What's your name?" She asked him.
He knelt down. "Hiei," he said simply.
"Oh, like the mountain?"
Mountain? "I guess."
She plopped down on the couch and motioned for him to sit next to her.
Hiei wondered what the little devil was planning to do. Alas, as a well-paid babysitter, he must listen to her and treat her like a princess. He was determined not to let her get to him.
"How old are you?" She asked after a while.
"Around four hundred."
"Right, and I'm a boy," she said.
"Then what's your name, little boy?"
"It happens to be Hime."
How typical. The parents had decided from the beginning she was good enough to be a princess, therefore naming her Princess. Very original. Hiei predicted that she would be a spoiled rotten brat who would want everything to go her way. He also predicted the threats she would give him if she didn't get what she wanted.
Damn. This job is gonna suck.
Hieica: *is suddenly revived* Sorry!! Sorry sorry sorry for being so crappy at updating.
I'd like to thank all my faithful reviewers. After this chapter, we might have 200 reviews! And I don't care if you think I'm tacky for caring about my reviews. I think they rock! I think all of you guys rock!
Now I'd like to thank my beautiful koibito, Ciu Sune. It was Ciu-koi's idea to make Hiei twitch in anger, and she also wanted him to be a mailman. ^.^;; That's where the mailman line came from. ^.~ Thanks Ciu-koi!!
Swissy: REVIEW! GRRRRRRRRR!!! (H: Ciu-koi, remember the "grrrr" contests? ^.~) Review or I'll decapitate you and prop your head up on a stick!! LIKE A CARAMEL APPLE!!!
Hieica: ^.^;;;;;;;;; ---Many sweatdrops.