Who: My poor neglected story. I should probably finish this I mean it's not a bad story at least I don't think so. I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
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(A/N. Sorry for out of characterness and all.)
Pursula lead the four boys into a room that really did not seem congruent with the rest of the building. It looked dank, dark, and really modest. Actually, it looked downright deprived. It might have been a closet if not for it's size. And, for the fact that there were four sad shabby beds sitting along the walls.
"This will be your room." Said Pursula tartly her eyes were distinctly on Yusuke.
"Wow, the VIP treatment." Stated Yusuke in a dry tone.
"It's more than you deserve." Stated Pursula callously this statement was meant exclusively for Yusuke. Already a very nice vendetta was forming between the spirit detective and the crone. "These are the old maids quarters." Pursula stated in a breathy tone with an overly large grin. "I hope you find them a pleasant accommodation. And… if you do not. Well… I personally do not care."
Yusuke looked as if he would explode, and it took all the strength he had not to tell Pursula off.
"The conditions are…" Kurama quickly eyed the room. "livable. But we'd really like to know where you keep the psychic's chalice as soon as possible."
Pursula turned her cold dark eyes toward Kurama. In her face showed her deep suspicion. "Why? So you can run off and give it to your mistress." Kurama took a step back, biting his tongue to make sure he did not say something that would offend. After all Pursula seemed a strange and rather volatile woman.
"We merely wish to…"
"Just tell us where the stupid cup is before I get angry!" Yusuke interjected.
"Yusuke." Kuruma chided in a reprimanding tone.
"I do not normally speak with such crass and uncivil fools." Said Pursula.
"This is useless detective." Stated Hiei a hint of reproach in his voice. "I've never stayed where I was unwanted. And I do not intend to do so now." The fire demon finished his statement and began to walk down the long stretch of hallways Pursula had lead him and the others down before.
"Humph." Pursula huffed, as she watched Hiei leave. "A ramshackle team of deserters and fools. Junior can pick 'em." Pursula turned back toward Yusuke.
"Do we really have to stay in this ugly room?" Inquired Kuwabara quietly to Kurama. Pursula overheard the carrot-top's inquiry however.
"Oh no, no not at all your room is just down the hall." Pursula smiled. "Sweety." Kuwabara was not even able to comment on Pursula overly affectionate nickname, before she swept him away.
"Well." Stated Yusuke in a disheartened tone as he sat down on a chair that was seated in the room. "This sucks." Stated the boy, once he had settled himself on the rather uncomfortable chair. Yusuke looked at the chair hatefully, as if it had done him some great injustice.
There was a loud popping sound that resonated from the underside of the chair which Yusuke sat on and; the chair went careening to the floor. With Yusuke still on it. The boy rose quickly, rubbing his backside.
Kurama had to stifle a small chuckle as he watched Yusuke.
"I'm beginning to think that Hiei had the right idea, when he left."
Kurama shook his head. "Come on Yusuke it isn't all that bad. Besides," Kurama gently settled on the edge of one of the four beds. "it's only for one night. At the most."
"Yeah whatever." Grumbled Yusuke he flounced down onto another of the four beds. Once Yusuke behind hit the bed dust rose from it. For a moment the air about Yusuke become noxious, contaminated with dust. Yusuke coughed and quickly rose and moved away from the bed. "Stupid bed!" Yusuke exclaimed angrily he kicked one of the legs of the bed. And, much like the chair, the bed crumbled down into a shabby mass of broken wood and linen.
Kurama wore a soft smile and shook his head as he walked Yusuke's temper flaring.
"Does anything in this stupid room actually work!" As if in response to Yusuke's inquiry a bit of plaster fell from the ceiling; followed by a large wooden beam that broke another bed. A creaking sound ran along the length of the wall, and this left Kurama and Yusuke feeling insecure. The two quickly left the room as a shower of debris and plaster fell into the room.
"I think she meant to kill us." Yusuke gave a cough and tried to wave away some of the dust in the air
"She most likely didn't realize just how old that room was. We should probably go see what Pursula did to Kuwabara."
"Probably ate his head, cause if seemed like she was defiantly ready to bite mine off."
Kurama laughed "I hardly think that's the case Yusuke. I think she was quite taken with Kuwabara." Yusuke's body convulsed as a shiver raced through his body. " I don't know what's worse the fact that that walking corpse likes Kuwabara. Or the fact that it's Kuwabara." Yusuke stated in a almost reflective manner. "Sure'd hate to see the kids." Quipped the boy.
Kurama and Yusuke found themselves wondering down a long and dark hallway. The type typically reserved for old dusty haunted mansions.
"This place gives me the creep." Said Yusuke inadvertently the boy walked into a stringy mass of cobwebs. Yusuke went into a slight fit the sensation of cobwebs on his skin. Like bugs crawling over him face. After beating the cobwebs away and raking his hand through his hair as an insurance gesture.
"Are you alright Yusuke?" Inquired Kurama, he was a little confused by Yusuke's actions.
"Kurama what do you think happened to the maids that stayed in that room?" The red head looked at Yusuke quizzically. Then the boy gave a quick shrug.
"I'm not sure."
"Exactly." Said Yusuke peeling away the leftover gossamer cobweb remains from himself.
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" Now if there's anything you need don't hesitate to ask." Said Pursula to Kuwabara with a large smile. "I'm on call for anything you want. So if you'd like some company maybe to talk or whatever I'm always here sweety."
"Uh…Thanks." Said Kuwabara he put his head on the back of his head, which he tilted forward. As he gave Purusla a soft nod. The boy was torn between being nice and being totally put off. "I think." Stated Kuwabara quietly as he watched Pursula leave.
The suit that Pursula had set Kuwabara in was almost gaudy in it's opulence. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Which meant the room was very well lit. It had a golden glow to it. Perhaps a reflection of the gold: picture frames, candlestick, wall clock, and trimming on just about, well everything.
Even the light red, almost pink, bed spread had a bit of gold in it. Did it ever look comfortable. The bed had a plush inviting look to it, daring all who experienced it not to instantly feel comfortable in it.
Kuwabara had to take a moment just to take in everything that he was seeing. For it was more than he'd ever known, or would again. Then with a smile one his face Kuwabara hurtled to the bed "Banzai!" the boy exclaimed decidedly as hurled himself onto it.
If Kuwabara felt regret of even sorrow for his friends who were off in a decrepit room while he lounged in the lap of luxury he didn't show it. Or else it faded away in the softness of the bed he was lying in. Spread out like a very comfortable starfish.
"Comfortable?" Inquired a soft gentle voice.
"Geez your selfish Kuwabara not even inviting us in." Came Yusuke's voice. Kuwabara's eyes shot open and he sat up and looked toward the spirit detective. "You get this nice big room and she's got us staying in an oversized broom closet." Then said Yusuke looking around.
"What can I say I'm just special." Said Kuwabara proudly as he got up from the bed. "She probably gave me this room cause she could see how great I am." Stated the carrot-top.
"That hag gave you this room cause she's got a crush on you." Said Yusuke in a point blank, and somewhat insulting manner.
"Nu uh" Said Kuwabara his tone defensive, and he shook his head as he spoke.
"Uh huh." Retorted Yusuke. "Are you gonna play the kissing game with your new girlfriend?" Yusuke puckered his lips and made a faux kissing sound.
"She's not my girlfriend Urameshi. Yukina is and I don't want anyone else. Specially not her." Said Kuwabara.
"Actually Kuwabara." Said Kurama. "Pursula's attraction to you just might come in handy. She'd be unwilling to give up the chalice otherwise. We can't talk to her." Kurama said implicating himself and Yusuke. "But you may be able to convince her that we are trustworthy. She may just listen to you."
"Wouldn't I just be playing with her emotions." Said Kuwabara.
" It's for a good cause. We've got to make sure the physic's chalice does not under any circumstances fall into Kallana's hands."
"Why me?" Said Kuwabara clearly objecting to the idea. "Why not Urameshi." Yusuke paled at the thought of having to seduce the bony, wrinkled shadow of a woman.
"Cause she's got the hots for you dumbass. Besides she looks like something that ought to be in a museum, and I've got standards."
Kurama eyed Yusuke there was a bit of reproach in his eyes. "It won't be so bad Kuwabara. It will just be until we get the chalice."
"Well…I don't got to kiss her or anything do I?" Said Kuwabara in a conceding tone. "Cause if I have to I'm not gonna do this."
"I doubt you'll need to do anything so… Extreme."
"Good." Kuwabara gave a remorseful sigh as if something were paining him. "It's so tough being the cute one, maybe I should get a ring or something to show I'm taken. So I don't have to keep fighting these girls away.
Now you're delusional." Said Yusuke.
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Hiei found himself a bit lost in his search for the exit. Actually it was not so much that he was lost; than as voluntarily wandering about aimlessly. The fire demon would return to the others eventually, he thought. It was just that as of now something troubled him.
Not far off from the hallways Hiei was wandering about; soft misty form floated about the rooms in the Palace of Adders. The misty masses began to congregate, and water vapors began to converge. A female form was crafted from the clouds. Once the cloud had completed itself, the vapors began to solidify. Strangely they began to form flesh instead of ice. Kallana appeared with an evil smile on her face.
"Well this is just too perfect. I can already set my plan in action. All I need is a little bit of help." Precisely at that moment Hiei was nearing Kallana. Conveniently enough for the temptress.
Once Hiei sensed Kallana he stopped dead in his tracks. Hiei's movements became jerky as he looked toward the girl and her smile grew larger. Well. Well. This is certainly lucky. Kallana thought to herself. "Hello Hiei."
Hiei tensed up. Wanting to cringe at his own fear, and hating to be so full of that foolish emotion. The fire demon was a little surprised that he hadn't reverted into a love struck fool. Hiei reacted with cautious apprehension, that one would expect in such a situation. His hand already ached to grasped the hilt of his weapon.
"There's no need for violence now, Love." Hiei narrowed his eyes in aggravation. All he wanted was a few seconds. Which was all he really needed. Hiei grasped his katana then vanished from Kallana sight.
The girl looked about tentatively, not being able to trace Hiei's movements. He may just as well have vanished. It was obvious the girl could easily be taken by complete surprise. Which it just what happened when Hiei appeared right before her katana ready to sever Kallana's head from her neck.
Hiei's movement were quick and merciless. His sword ripped through Kallana's flesh, splitting her neck with great ease. A little more ease then the fire demon had expected in fact. Almost as if he'd swiped his weapon through… Hiei quickly looked toward where Kallana once stood. There on the ground was nothing but a puddle.
Hiei's tension faded a bit as the puddle itself appeared harmless. It seemed that Kallana morphed into a liquid state after death. With a rather accomplished smug little smirk Hiei sheathed his katana.
Still, the prickly little fire demon couldn't help feeling something still wasn't setting right in his head. Hiei found himself squatting down over the puddle examining it. He even had to resist the urge to stab his katana through it, just as reassurance of course. Just as His was about to totally downplay his caution, as foolish paranoia; and forget about it all about the puddle, the water began to bubble.
That's when Hiei experienced the sensation that once again he, was being rained on. The fact that this was happening indoor was enough to set Hiei aflame with apprehension. Tension quickly began to mount in the boys chest. Hiei couldn't help but feel a little defeated as he looked about the room. Then a soft gurgling voice that sounded as if it were under water, echoed out Hiei's name.
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Who: (hiding under a desk) Well that was fun I do hope you enjoyed it I'll defiantly have to update this story much more often. Now all I have to do is hope that Hiei and Koenma don't find me before I finished. Or I'm finished.