10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 3c - I've Been Tricked, & Snowball Showdown
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, never will, but I own Kurohi, as y'all should know by now.
"speaking" thinking noise POV change beginning/ending of dreams flashback beginning/endings /Telepathic speech/ passing of time /strange voice/
Huh, you guys/girls must really like this stuff, huh? I'm getting, like, 4-8 reviews a day or so!
Unfortunately, my muse isn't cooperating. I've got a digimon "addiction" going, (Ken Ichijouji! Daisuke Motomiya!) and a Wild Arms 3 (Jet! Jet Jet Jet Jet Jet Jet-chan! ) addiction going at the same time with my Hiei and Kurama. Some of my friends think I'm crazy because of this.
Oh shit, I think I have a Tidus (FFX) addiction coming on... --'
Sometimes, I hate my muse.
Muse: acts huffily
"Because, baka, I still find you amusing," Hiei
The darkness enshrouded him, and so thick as it was, it made him shiver. He folded his arms against his chest to block out the cold that seemed to come from his own body. "What do you want to show me now, Dragon?"
A soft light shown in his eyes, and he hid those blue orbs with one pale hand. When the soft, bright light seemed to dim, only then did he remove his arm from his face.
A brown-haired teen, kinda like him. The boy's gaze was fixed on this boy.
Canary-yellow and baby-blue robes fluttered about his body. He could make out just about every detail of him, that flat stomach, those angelic arms…
"K... Koenma-sama!"
He turned to the boy, gold eyes shining. Then he vanished slowly into the light.
"Nan da do! Matte yo!" He quickly reached out as the traces slowly fled. He heard laughing behind him; he turned around, and came face-to-face with the one person he loathed.
"Kisama!"
The figure laughed, black cloak hiding all his features save his bright blue eyes. They glowed menacingly.
"You were the one who gave me the dragon mark, didn't you!"
"Ha! I did no such thing. How could I? I wasn't around a millennia ago." Though, I was around a bit earlier than your very birth! What I have said sounds strange even to my own ears, but hey, I like giving out false information! Haha!
He was taken aback; his brow furrowed. "N...nani? What are you talking about?" Curiosity should be exercised with caution at this point... he kept on telling himself. You don't know who he is, but you know. You just know that this guy is bad news. But, what does he mean?
I can't wait to punish you again! I never got to finish my work on you last time! "Hn. I shouldn't have even breathed that. You should be more worried about..." the man paused, and regarded the parts of the dragon mark that were easily seen on the fronts of the lad's bare shoulders and chest. "Wait a second, I've seen that mark before. Yes, one like that was applied to someone many years ago. I'd say a couple hundred thousand years ago when I first saw it. Why is it that you have one of those? You appear no more than seventeen." You should be looking at about your late twenties, not THIS young! I know I'm older than you, but this is ridiculous!
"Why, should I, answer, you?" he growled slowly.
/Child, you are right. You shouldn't answer him! He is far worse than I could ever be/ whispered the dragon. The mark gave him warmth in the atmosphere, which slowly grew colder. He now remembered why he found the voice so soothing again; he had long forgotten because he had miscalculated its intentions! The dragon never wanted to harm anyone with its dreams!
"Hm, 'Why should I answer you' you say?" mocked the man. "Because..."
/Don't listen to his words! Nothing but lies! Don't listen! Please don't listen, master/
"I am a part of you, you a part of me."
"Untrue!" snapped Kurohi. Deep in his mostly-demonic heart, he sensed no truth in this man's harsh words.
Those hated eyes regarded him. "Why would I lie?"
"Because..." he, too, hesitated, recalling whatever he could that the dragon had seen. "you made my friends suffer! You tampered with Dragon's weavings and made me lose trust in the only other being of few!"
A cold smile. "Well, at least you've got brains. I think I'll... chat with you later. Ciao."
The boy hated that man. He turned to the gray dragon behind him. Those warming violet eyes gazed softly back at him, despite the fact that irritation brewed in their depths. The owner of this dragon, the lad who stood before her, was unaffected, knowing full well what had made her so angry. /We will fix what went wrong. You know, he tricked you into thinking it was me that made your friends suffer./
Nodding once, the boy let the dragon continue.
/Furthermore, I suggest we have you wake up and rejoin the others. The wedding is about to begin./
He paused at this. "For how long was I out?"
/Approximately a quarter of an hour/ came the soft reply.
"Che. That short? Okay, wake me up. In this realm the only eyes I can open are my spiritual ones."
'As you wish, my darling master.'
He blushed slightly at the comment when he suddenly felt a flying sensation throughout his body, he closed his eyes to shield them from the rushing wind, and the first thing he heard was a wind's song. Kurohi's eyes snapped open and he viewed his surroundings. He was on the ground, hands draped between his knees, upper body slumped forward, and tail out behind him, twitching tiredly. He stood up and stretched, letting his lean muscles awaken from their short-lived slumber. He caught sight of the tree he burned and his brow furrowed as a small frown tugged his lips. He placed one hand against the ashes, and after a moment or two of releasing ki, a small sapling flourished from the rubble.
Content with this renewal of life, he trekked back to the site of the wedding, hands shoved serenely into his rough pockets.
"Oh, there you are, Kurohi-san!" was the first statement he received. Kami-sama, how he hated Botan. She always knew how to tick him off.
By merely existing. At first, he had liked her just enough to tolerate her bubbly voice.
But not now. It now sounded like ugly Sirens from the depths of hell. Somehow, she had taken Koenma-sama from him, and now they were gonna wed later! Damn that bitch!
He settled for a glare and bent up to whisper in her ear, "Be glad I haven't killed you yet, Botan," He placed extra strain so as not to say '-chan'. "because if you bother me much longer you might become what I did to a tree before I rebirthed it!" With that comment, he stalked off, tail lashing a bit left and right in an attempt to exert anger without harming anything... Well, he almost succeeded. His tail bashed into a chair, sending it flying through the air. Like a blur he caught it and put it back, careful not to hit it with his strong tail a second time. He had already made a dent in the steel. He continued to walk until he was clear out of sight.
"Well, I never!" huffed Botan once he was out of earshot. "I'm only taking what's rightfully mine! After all, Dragon Youkai aren't eternal, and both myself and Koenma are. He should find others with his same disposition."
Unfortunately, she didn't check those death records...
...or do research on a particular, ancient race.
Rather than gaze at what's going on in the wedding before me, I find staring at Hiei far more rewarding. His ruby gaze is riveted on both Yusuke and Keiko in a trained, focused manner.
I look away when I sense Hiei beginning to return my gaze. I need more time before I jump into things, as I don't feel that it's time for me to confess my undying love.
Time that I have, but I'm not Yusuke. I won't wait until the last second. I can't do that to Hiei, either.
/Kurama, why were you staring at me just now/ he asks me telepathically with his Jagan Eye.
A million different answers come forth, but these ones make themselves more apparent...
Because you're appealing to the eye, you're everything I could ask.
Yes, you're... everything.
Damn it, Kurama! Focus! The Bouquet is flying!
Botan caught it, and my eyes are somehow drawn to Koenma and Kurohi. Koenma seems a little pleased, but slightly confused.
And Kurohi?
He looks miserable, but hides it quickly. I see him mumble an excuse to Koenma, and he leaves, flitting out of sight.
/If Kurohi wants Koenma that badly, I wonder why he does nothing./
I look at him and whisper, "How should I know? Maybe, just maybe he wants Koenma to be happy, but seeing him with Botan..." ...brings him such pain.
Hiei snorts. He looks pretty adorable when he does that. "Then he's a fool. I never taught him to put others' pleasure before his own."
I stand up and look down at the Jaganshi. "Shall we see if we can help?"
"This is something he needs to do on his own," he replies. "He's a big boy."
I snag Hiei's right wrist, which is covered in the bandages that hide the Kokuryuhaa, though the tux hides even that save for what can be seen on the bases of his fingers. I give a gentle tug, noticing Hiei's startled and confused and alarmed expression. "C'mon, anyway! Let's get some cake before Kuwabara-kun eats it all!"
"Now that I can agree with!" he says, standing up. His tumbling emotions gone from his face only to be replaced by eagerness.
After Yusuke and Keiko-chan cut the cake, we dive in as well.
Hiei all but rudely shoves a bit of cake in his mouth with the fork as he eyes Kuwabara thoughtfully. He's now playing with Hikina, - who's making snow from her spirit energy - who's making the snow glide in his face like a gentle blizzard. The large man frowns at this, and brushes himself off just to have a snowball thrown in his face... no, make that two.
The fight of the century! Kuwabara versus Hikina and Kesumi!
"Oi, Hiei!" I say. "Why don't we throw snowballs at Kuwabara-kun?"
He smirks a little after swallowing some of that cake. "Once I'm done here." He fills a wineglass with his free hand and sips from it. I nod.
"Okay, Hiei." As long as he's happy right now, so am I. The fight can wait a bit longer.
SPLAT!
Hiei sputters on the wine as the cold substance hits him in the back of the head. It melts quickly and then sizzles as his body heat vaporizes it. He turns to the attacker and yells, "Kuwabaka! I'm eating! Can't it wait! Kuso!"
I frown a little. "Hiei, children are here and are listening. You don't wanna give them a potty mouth, do you?"
"Hn." He smiles a little at the thought even while Kuwabara-kun laughs his head off.
I smile slyly at the oaf, and he becomes nervous. I dash to the nearest side of the battlefield and grab some snow in my hand. I throw the ball at Kuwabara's face, but it misses by millimeters. He grins and scoops up snow, throwing it my way. I gracefully dodge to one side, snagging some snow as I skid, and hit him smack-dab in the face. He wipes his face of the snow, but I hurtle more snow at him, feeling Hiei's amused gaze on the fight.
Perhaps, I haven't rusted up yet.
I visibly shudder as a snowball lands on my neck, getting past my red hair, which I have tied back as well. I turn and look to the attacker. "Hiei!" I fake growl, grabbing snow and chucking it at him. He steps gently to the side and laughs, hands shoved in his pockets.
Kuwabara gapes at his reaction, so I throw a snowball in his mouth. He hacks and spits the intruding ice out and points an accusing finger at me. "Oi! No fair! Why's he all laughin' like that!"
"Because, baka, I still find you amusing," said Hiei after the laughter stopped. Everyone else was watching this spectacle.
"Oi! Hikina-chan, Yukina-chan?"
"Hai?" they both answered me.
"Make it snow around here some more, please?" I ask. "Hiei and I have some revenge to account for!"
"Okay, but be nice to Kuwa-kun!" chirped the Koorime lady.
"Sure!" I called.
Then, the snow began falling faster. "Yusuke and Keiko-chan don't have to fight. Team battle! Hiei-san, myself, and Koenma-sama versus Kuwabara-kun, Kesumi-chan, and Botan-chan!" I say.
"Kurama-san! Why're you splitting me and Koenma up!"
"Make things interesting! Ready, go!"
"Matte!" hollered a voice from above. "What 'bout me?"
"You be with me," I reply to the lone figure towering atop a tree. Best to have Koenma and Kurohi both fight Botan. "does Hikina-chan wanna be with her daddy?" I ask as the boy jumps down. The connection between snow and body weight makes no sound.
But landing so close to the god of death... The boy took one look at how close he was, then jumped back about a yard or two. He started on his snowball supply in silence, eyes rigidly focused on the task at hand.
"Hai!" she called, standing by her father, alongside her brother, and a reluctant Botan. She started to build a small fort for herself and Botan.
Hiei and myself began our fort. Kurohi crouched next to us, tail flashing, and said, "I have some more explaining to go through later. Please wait up for me at your place." Then he flitted away, leaving widely-spaced footprints in the snow.
After a few moments of preparing, the land explodes into frenzy. I get a glimpse of several snowballs landing in Botan's face at hyper speed. Same goes for Kuwabara, as Hiei's laughing so hard I can hardly imaging how he manages to continue throwing those soft blocks of ice. I throw a few eagerly at Kesumi and get a few blows onto me, myself.
One in particular, thrown at my face by someone who had managed to evade my senses, knocked me flat on my ass as I tried to rise again from the blow. "Okay! Who hit me!" I called. Hands pointed at...
Yusuke and Keiko!
"We can't let you all have the fun, can we!" yelled the newly-wed male. He chucked a fast one at Kuwabara. It nailed his shoulder.
Keiko had removed her dress in favor of some sort of skirt she brought with her.
"Keiko-chan insisted we be on opposing teams!" explained the brown-eyed reincarnated demon. "I'm with you, Kurama!" hollered Yusuke just as a snowball came his way. He ducked and threw another one at the orange-haired git.
"No fair! You got two lightning-fast ones on your side! I INSIST my team gets Kurohi or Hiei!" yelled Kuwabara.
"NO WAY!" retorted the A-Class Youkai. He now stood beside the god again. He strangely eyed him every now and again.
"I'll never willingly team up with HIM with a bunch of bumbling..." Hiei paused and stepped to one side as a wad of snow came his way. "...baka," he finished with a grin.
I liked this new Hiei; he also had all his old traits with him, too. Like that smirk, but I haven't seen him smirk really just yet... Oh! There it is!
Hiei threw a snowball at Kuwabara. It moved so fast, all the oaf noticed was that his face was cold and he was now on the ground. Botan seemed to also be a prime target for the Minamino-Hiei-Kurohi-Koenma-Urameshi team. The Kuwabara-Botan-Urameshi team's prime targets seemed to be Koenma and Kurama. Hiei and Kurohi weren't very practical targets, as their uncanny, but exact speed allowed them to evade blows with little effort on their part.
Kesumi and Hikina started to throw snowballs at Kurohi, but because of his partially untrained alert levels, they connected with a part of his anatomy more often than not. After a bit, he sensed a snowball coming at an angle that Koenma couldn't see, and he flitted over and swatted it away just as it came. It was at that time after the boy deflected the blow that Koenma decided to back up a little. His foot became entangled in the Youkai's orange and black-striped tail, causing the god to fall on top of the dragon demon. Kurohi tried to wriggle out from under the god as if his mere touch set the dragon aflame.
Actually, that's what it felt like. A fire far more intense than what he himself could conjure up sprung up from his tail and went straight to his groin. Koenma finally sat up, and tried to disentangle his leg from the long tail. The extended spine twitched and writhed at his very touch, and the boy was resisting the urge to growl in sinful pleasure.
"Kurohi! Hold. It. Still!"
"Okay, then you tell me how, damn it!" he shot back, trying his hardest to muffle the huskiness in his voice.
"You can't control your tail?" the gold-eyed man asked.
"Only a fourth of it is manual control!" he retorted. "Everything else is emotion and reaction!"
Koenma frowned; the tail had winded itself farther up his leg, and even more tangled. In a mild amount of irritation, he grasped the tail firmly, and was startled by a sharp, but long, low cry.
"Did I hurt you?"
Kurohi was silent, but the god could hear heavy breathing coming from the boy. The boy looked at him, face flushed with cold, but also arousal. Koenma, fortunately or not, didn't spot the latter. Kurohi grasped his own tail by a few points and slowly unwound it from the deity's limb. A few times, his callused hands had to grip the deus's leg to further unwind the long tail.
"Sorry about that, Sir."
Gone was the happy-sounding "Koenma-sama" title, and from the remains, a cold addressing of authority was born.
The boy made sure to stop protecting the god.
Everyone had gone their separate ways, tired, wet, and cold, but happy. Kurama and Hiei were now back home, in Youko's room.
"Hiei, I'm gonna take a bath to warm up," said Kurama shedding his tuxedo's dress shirt and placing it to one side. "You wanna go in next?"
"I'm a fire demon, remember? And, besides, it's summer."
Kurama nodded. "True, true. I was only asking, is all." Might as well anyway, just to clean up.
"Hn." Hiei was sitting, contentedly, on the edge of the fox's bed. He wore his normal black attire, save the shirt and shoes. He had changed quickly in the bathroom before Kurama had even started taking off parts of the wet suit.
The fox then went into the bathroom. Hiei simply watched the window and was mildly startled as a small blur treaded onto his branch. The blur tapped gently on the window with one finger and gazed at the demon on the other side with a blue gaze. Without a second thought, the black-haired demon moved the pane up and let the dragon demon inside.
Hiei frowned. "Kurama won't like it if you keep on dragging water in here like that. Here are some of Kurama's clothes."
The boy took the gray garments.
"Change into those and leave the wet ones in a pile somewhere on the floor."
"Hai, Hiei-san."
Hiei turned away, letting the hybrid demon dress without a gaze upon him.
When he finished, the boy uttered, "I'm decent."
Hiei looked at the hybrid standing in the middle of the room. "How'd you find Kurama and myself here?"
"Ki Signature. I've memorized yours, of course."
"So, what business do you have to address us this time?"
"First of all, I don't wanna have to explain this twice. Fox's in the shower, huh?"
The fire/koorime hybrid nodded once.
"Okay, then. I'll wait outside..." He seemed to have wanted to add something just for kicks, but decided to act against it. However, Hiei's curiosity got the better of him.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I wouldn't wanna mess up a kodac moment between you and Your Fox, Hiei-sama," he replied slyly.
"Em? 'My Fox'?"
Kurohi answered this with, "Well, yeah. 'Your Fox'. I can practically see something between you two. How about this, I'll drop by tomorrow afternoon, okay? But just so that my trip isn't wasted, I'll say this: My dragon isn't the enemy." With that, he flitted out the window.
Kurama reentered his room wearing a towel on his head and a pair of lavender slacks. Hiei eyed the fox's half-nude, moist body for a short moment before saying, "Kurohi came while you were in the bath."
"Oh? What did he want?"
"He said that his dragon wasn't the enemy, and that he'd make a trip back here tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and I let him borrow some of your clothes. His were dripping wet."
"Adopting some of my personality, now, Hiei?" asked the fox innocently, whipping off the towel from his head and tossing it with the rest of the wet clothes that Kurohi had left behind.
"Hn. He would've ruined your floor. I certainly didn't want to take the heat from you," he replied with a small grin.
The green-eyed male eyed the clock and turned to his best friend, though that little fact was what the fox was afraid of losing. "It's a bit late. Why don't we call it a day?"
Saying nothing, Hiei grabbed a spot close to the wall on the bed. Kurama took the edge of it. "Did you have fun, Hiei?" he asked, just enough to lull himself to sleep. The demon's presence certainly had a waking affect on him.
"Yeah. You?"
"Mmm-hmm..."
Hiei yawned and curled up a bit, facing the wall. Kurama tugged the blankets against his form and shivered slightly. Sensing this, the Jaganshi rolled over to see Kurama. He himself slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around the redhead's middle, pulling him close. He snuggled the side of his face into Kurama's back, breathing in the aromatic scent of roses. My fox... were his last thoughts before he drifted into slumber.
Kurama's gaze flicked and remained on the Jaganshi's peaceful face. My Inari-sama... he's... holding me... Maybe, there is... a... chance for us... The fire-demon's body warmth quickly stopped the chill that flowed in his body, and he, too slept, leaning gratefully against the form behind him.
There were no nightmares.
End Day 3
nanda do - W-what! (My only references are what Yusuke says in one of my audio CDs Music Battle Hen, and what Sion says in Japanese in "The Bouncer")
kisama - (I've heard this means "you" but in a very hateful manner)
Hey, does anyone have a name suggestion for Kurohi's dragon? I drew her, and she has a sort of delicate face with large eyes. She has horns and wings that look like longer waves similar to Hiei's black dragon, but she's gray in color. Just refer to the eye color of the tattoo. Also, refer to other chapters that speak of her capabilities if you need assistance. Oh, and to make comparisons a little easier, on the PSOne game called "Dragon Seeds," there is a blue-green Saurian Dragon. Kurohi's dragon has the baby-form of that dragon's face, and everything else like the Kokuryuhaa.
R&R!
Again, sorry this took so long! My muse was bein' an ass!
Muse: grumbling about stupid ningen
Started 3/22/03, 10:37PM; Finished 3/25/03, 1:40PM
Revisions: 10/11/03, 5/31/03