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-Chapter 10, Tight Fittin' Jeans-
Shizuru had arrived the day after Botan's surprise visit. All she had with her were two suitcases, which were relatively small and light.
Kurama offered to stash the two suitcases in his closet. It was more than large enough to accommodate his hanging robes, muggle clothes, and her stuff, too. She wouldn't have any room in Hagrid's one-room cabin, anyway.
Shizuru yawned as she slapped the closet door shut, hearing the thump of the door smacking her suitcases farther into the closet. She snorted and flopped down on the couch, fishing around in the breast pocket to her white T-shirt for her cigarettes and lighter.
She pulled a slender cigarette from the box, which looked a little squished, and stuck it between her teeth. She flicked the wheel switch (that's what it looks like on my dad's lighters, anyway) on the back of the fluid-filled tube and watched as flames erupted.
This lighter was plain white plastic. Sakyou's golden lighter was safe in her suitcase...she never used it, but she always kept it with her.
She took her slender finger off the switch...as the flames disappeared, she dropped it back into her pocket, and it bulged slightly from the extra weight.
Shizuru took a deep drag and sighed, closing her coffee-colored eyes, resting her arm on the cushy armrest with the cigarette held delicately in between two fingers.
"Jet lag sucks..." she muttered, releasing the wispy gray smoke in small rings through her lips.
She had to inform Hagrid she'd arrived soon...after all; she was sleeping in the guy's house during her stay.
Speaking of her stay...why had Koenma ordered her to become a permanent part of this mission, anyway? It wasn't because she was going to sing backup, that much was obvious.
Maybe he really only wanted her to train...to get stronger. Why, though? She wasn't part of this team, and didn't take very well to the idea of risking her life to save the world on a regular basis. She'd already seen what power could do...break hearts, ruin lives, that's what.
Either way, this –was- the lord of the dead we're talking about...heh, it'd be fairly useful being on good terms with him when she died.
Shizuru yawned again and stuck the smoking cigarette between her lips, letting her head loll to the side comfortably.
She hadn't smoked in...what, 14-20 hours? She had no idea how long that flight from Japan had taken, but she hadn't been allowed to smoke. Stupid small planes...in her opinion, it was more dangerous to the other passengers –not- allowing her to smoke. Shizuru Kuwabara in withdrawal was not pretty.
Just then, the office door opened to reveal Hiei, looking extremely annoyed.
Shizuru opened one eye to look at him as he sat down on the armrest at the other side of the loveseat.
"Hey Hiei," she said, her usually clear, deep feminine voice sounding groggy.
"Hn," the demon drew his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them, leaving a small gap so they didn't press on his Jagan, and managed to keep perfect balance on the armrest.
"Hiei...Yukina wanted me to give you a message when I got here," Shizuru said shortly, twisting her body in the loveseat to face him.
Hiei raised his head, slanting his deep crimson orbs in a death glare, "How did you know?"
"I walked in while Yusuke was playing that tape in Kazuma's room."
"Only people with high spirit awareness could see that tape," Hiei snapped.
"My awareness is higher than Kazuma's. Tch, I'd figured you might have wanted to hear what she said."
"Hn. Fine, tell me," he put on an indifferent tone that didn't lead on to the real emotions he was feeling...did Yukina find out? Was she hurt?
"All she said was she was sorry she couldn't come, because she really wanted to see you."
'What? She –wants- to see me?' Hiei closed his eyes and rested his head on his knees again in an exhausted manner. Why such a pure, innocent, beautiful creature like Yukina would want to associate with someone like him at all was beyond him completely.
"I agree with Kurama-kun. You really should tell her, Hiei," Shizuru broke into his thoughts with a flat tone.
A low, menacing growl rose from the back of Hiei's throat as he glared at the human woman, his blazing red eyes locking with her calm coffee ones. "I told the detective, I told Kurama, she'll be happier this way!"
Shizuru shrugged, "She's not an idiot. She'll find out sooner or later."
"Hn. I'd rather that be later than sooner."
"I got everything! Kuwabara, go get Shizuru!" Botan's oar disappeared and she landed lightly on her feet in Kurama's office, her hands thrown in the air with triumph.
"Ok, but she's not gonna like this..." Kuwabara muttered as he left the room.
Kurama sighed as the door shut with a dull click behind the human boy, "I agree. Shizuru simply isn't the type for this sort of thing."
"I don't get why we gotta do this now!" Yusuke whined, "The dance isn't for a week!"
"I need to make sure all the sizes are correct, so I have time to replace the clothes that don't fit!" Botan said matter-of-factly, pointing a finger straight at Yusuke to emphasize her words.
Yusuke simply rolled his eyes, and glanced around the room with a dull look on his face.
'Where's Hiei? Feh...probably trying to avoid this...'
Yusuke snorted and slumped visibly, which is a hard thing to do, leaning on the back of a loveseat.
'Heck, -I- should be avoiding this!'
He sighed in a resigned, defeated way, closing his brown eyes as if waiting for the enemy soldiers to shoot him in the head. Mind, for Yusuke Urameshi, a makeover is probably worse than being shot in the head.
"Ok, so here's what I have planned!" Botan clapped her hands together excitedly and pointed to the pile of shopping bags she'd dragged into Kurama's office, (warning: I know –nothing- about clothes except what I see from commercials and stuff, so forgive me if none of this is 'in style'...it's just not something I care about it's just what I think would look good on them, really), "First, for all you boys except Hiei, I bought some jeans. I want Hiei to wear his normal pants...uh, where –is- Hiei anyway?"
Kurama shrugged when Botan looked his way. "I don't know."
Everyone turned their heads when loud shouts were heard outside the door.
"Do you want to DIE, woman?!" Definitely Hiei...
"Hiei, you're a part of this, and misery loves company," Shizuru snapped.
There was a low growl, and what sounded like a fist making contact with someone's body.
"HEY!" Kuwabara's gravelly voice, "Don't hit my sister!"
"Hn. Would you prefer I hit –you-?"
Then something like a loud, hard slap, and more growling, before the door was kicked open by a very pissed off and dangerous looking Shizuru, who was dragging Hiei by the arm, no less.
"Heh...I believe that's him..." Kurama chuckled innocently and casually linked his long, calloused fingers behind his head, sitting calmly with his legs crossed in the love seat. He looked both poised and casual, like only Kurama could.
Hiei sported a red slap mark on his left cheek, and Shizuru's sleeveless white tank top revealed a bluish bruise on her shoulder.
To Hiei's credit, he –did- punch her first...but she still got him good.
Snarling, growling, and cursing under his breath all at the same time, Hiei sat beside Kurama and folded his arms over his chest, his crimson eyes blazing with anger.
"O-kay..." Botan muttered in an unsure way, "Uh, anyway, so I've got all the clothes you're going to wear on-stage!"
"Hey, Botan, didn't you tell me 'complete makeover'?" Shizuru asked in the same innocent tone she'd used when stealing the Dark Tournament tickets from the green-skinned scalper.
Hiei snarled at her, and would have lunged at the woman had Kurama not held the demon's arm in a death grip.
"I did, but only the clothes today, I don't want to waste the other things I brought. Ok, boys, I reserved an unused classroom for today, so Shizuru and I will change in there, you guys can change in here," Botan snatched up a few shopping bags, "Your bags are all labeled," she said before grabbing Shizuru's arm and pulling her out of the room.
"We really gotta do this?" Kuwabara asked, sounding miserable.
Kurama sighed, "I suppose we should humor her..."
Yusuke snorted, "Fine...you and your stupid...err...niceness, foxboy...here," he grabbed a shopping bag with a tag that read "Kurama" and tossed it across the room to the fox.
Because of the wonderful laws of physics, the clothes didn't fall out of the bag as it was thrown to him. Kurama snatched the paper handle in mid-air and opened it to see what was inside.
Several shirts...a few different pairs of jeans...hm, didn't look too bad. No neon colors, at least.
Shrugging, he untied his red sash and hung it over the side of the couch, of which he was now standing behind, and then pulled his black robes over his head, revealing plain black pants and a dark navy blue t-shirt.
He stripped down to his white boxers, which were more like shorts anyway, so it really didn't matter to him.
(ok...I feel that you fangirls should be able to take a break and swoon over –this- scene... I'll give you ten seconds XD
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1
ok, wipe your mouths, slap your faces if you're in a trance, and keep on reading )
He dug around in the bag and pulled out a pair of stonewash jeans.
(ok, let's take a brief moment to ponder my complete ignorance in clothes...I had to ask my 11-yr-old little sister because I didn't know what the term 'stonewash' meant...right, so don't whack me or anything if the clothes the YYH gang are going to wear are out of style or something...)
'They look a little small' he thought. Ah well, looks can be deceiving.
He slid the belt out from the loops and hung it over the side of the couch and unzipped and unbuttoned the front. He hopped onto the back of the couch, and slid the jeans on over his legs.
They stopped 'sliding' when they reached his knee.
Quirking a crimson eyebrow, Kurama tugged again. Nothing.
"Gah! I'm going to KILL her!" Yusuke snarled, seemingly out of the blue.
Kurama glanced back to see what was the problem.
Yusuke was lying on his back on the floor, his legs almost straight up in the air while he tried to pull his black jeans on.
Kuwabara grinned, "Gain a little weight, Urameshi?"
"Feh! Shut up, Kuwabara!"
Yusuke gave one final tug, and the jeans slid right on. He heaved a deep sigh, panting, and then started to wrestle with the button and zipper.
Hiei rolled his blood red eyes and folded his arms across his chest. He was rather comfortable, lying on the loveseat, completely stretched out, while groans and grunts from Yusuke told him the zipper was winning the wrestling match.
Meanwhile, behind the loveseat, Kurama had taken to using the same method as Yusuke to get his jeans on.
The only difference? He was winning his wrestling match. By pinching the fabric beneath the zipper, he got the desired effect of it zipping right up.
He pulled himself to his feet and started pacing behind the loveseat to get the tight jeans to loosen up a little. They almost looked painted on.
He bent his knees, stretched his legs and paced with long, exaggerated steps in an effort to stretch the fabric.
Hiei glanced up at him, "Tight?"
"In every sense of the word..."
Eventually, Yusuke did get his jeans on, and they all found a shirt they could live with...except Hiei. He hadn't touched his bag since Botan left with Shizuru.
Speaking of the hyperactive ferry girl...
"He-llo boys!" she shouted happily as she burst through the door, thankfully everyone was dressed.
Shizuru was in tow, dressed in the clothes Botan had bought her: a black jean mini-skirt (with shorts underneath) complete with black leather belt, and an extremely low-cut white long-sleeved blouse with a white tank top underneath to cover her up more.
"Oh, you all look great!" Botan exclaimed. She was dressed in her pink kimono, seeing as she wasn't coming to the dance. There were souls she had to take to spirit world. "Wait, Hiei, you're not wearing anything new..."
"Hn. You expected any less of me?"
Botan sighed...she knew there was no arguing with Hiei when his mind was set. "You can wear that then, just not the cloak...ok, so what did you think of the clothes?"
"I got two words for you: too tight," Yusuke stood up (with some difficulty) and walked up to her in hopes of showing the stiffness and way-too-tightness of the jeans.
"Wear them for a few hours, and by tomorrow they'll be more comfortable, don't worry. Anyway, you all look great, so I'll see you the day of the dance to help you!" Botan waved and dashed out the door before anyone could stop her.
Yusuke shook his head, "We all look like some rich rockers or something..."
He was wearing the stonewash jeans (his fingers were skinned a little from that tricky little zipper, Yusuke had to demand a rematch), a loose cream shirt, tucked in, and a black, leather waist-length jacket.
Kurama was wearing the same jeans and a sleeveless black shirt with two white lightning bolts going across the shirt at an angle. On both of his arms, he wore plain leather arm warmers.
Kuwabara was wearing black jeans and a plain white t-shirt with a black leather jacket...and Hiei, of course, was wearing his usual clothes.
Kurama glanced at Yusuke and shrugged. He began fiddling with the arm warmers...the leather wasn't all that comfortable, really...stupid things...
Shizuru sighed, and it was then everyone finally noticed her.
"Shizuru!" Kuwabara's mouth hung open, "What are you WEARING?!"
Shizuru snorted, "What Botan stuffed me into, that's what."
"My sister is NOT wearing a skirt like that!"
"Then you better disown me, baby bro, cause if I don't wear it Botan will drag me off shopping."
Yep. Needless to say, no one was really happy about this makeover thing, and tomorrow, more classes for Yusuke and Kurama, more training for Shizuru and Hiei (who was her trainer), and more practicing but otherwise being really bored for poor Kuwabara.
But first, the mission...was to get –out- of the new clothes.
-End Chapter-
A little rambling here, a little useless, but it was basically needed to fill the plot up a bit...I hope some of it made you laugh, too, but I usually suck at humor, so. Ch 11 will be coming soon, with more appearances by Harry n' co. and magic and...stuff...lol