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Chapt. 49

The Art of Demon Fishing

"So, let me get this straight. You're going to teach me, Yusuke Urameshi, how to fish?" the gel haired tantei complains as we make our way through a cornfield.

"That's right," I remind him. This was about the fifteenth time he's asked, but I'd be nervous too if I was teaching me to fish my way. Humans use poles or nets when they fish; demons hunt their fish.

"How exactly are you planning on doing this?"

"The demon way," I answer vaguely.

"That's comforting," he mumbles under his breath.

I laugh at his distrust as we step out of the field. A small pond lay before us.

"We're fishing in a puddle?"

"This is my grandfather's land, be respectful," I snap. "My family would bring us fishing up here in the summer sometimes; it is where I first learned. It will be a good spot for you to learn as well."

"Memories of family are scattered all over the place for you, ne?"

"I suppose." I step up to the pond's edge and look into the murky water. To my right, a small bluff stood over the water's edge. "That's where I would stand," I smile, pointing to the bluff in general.

"Did the water really go up that high?"

"Maybe at one time," I answer with uncertainty.

"Hmm." He steps up beside me, also staring into the water. "How do you see the fish?"

"You feel for them or you sense them. Careful, they dart." I go to pull off my shoes only to discover I wasn't wearing any. Thankful I was wearing baggy jeans, I pull the cuff of each leg up to my knees and roll the rest up to about my mid-thigh. Yusuke attempts to do the same.

"Boxers are wonderful for this event," I smirk.

He looks up at me.

"Just a helpful hint."

"I guess you're right…" he murmurs, straightening up. Skillfully, he unbuttons, unzips, and takes of his pants in a fluid motion.

"Nice," I laugh, staring at his choice of design: smiley faced hearts.

"Keiko picked 'em out." His face held a slight pink tint in his cheeks.

I laugh harder at this. He grumbles something and throws his shoes and pants beside a rock. Glaring at me crudely, he removes his shirt and casts it aside as well.

"Just show me how to catch a fish."

"Fine." Tenderly, I place a foot in the cold water, barely creating a ripple. I follow with the other foot, just as careful. Something slimy brushes against my leg and I smile quietly. Still being in the shallow, I squat down, resting lightly above the water's surface. This created shadow, and fish liked shadow. More slimy fish brush by me. With a swift, quick maneuver, I put my hand in the water and pull out a squirming fish.

"All in the speed," I smirk, walking from the water. I throw the fish on the ground and look at Yusuke. "Just gotta be quiet."

He moves towards the water for his try.

"Another thing: try a different spot."

He nods and walks around the lake. I smile and turn to the water banks. Small holes had been dug, similar to fox holes.

There was a large splash. I turn sharply to the center of the pond and see Yusuke flailing about, desperately holding onto his catch. Surprised by the sudden noise, a small hare leaps from its hiding spot and races into an open field. Seizing the opportunity for food, I leap into the field across the pond. Not feeling up for a game of chase, I throw a blade at it, skillfully cutting off its head in its mid-bound.

"Lunch," I smirk, picking it up by the hind legs. I wipe the blood from my blade on my pant's leg. Placing it in a secret pocket, I turn to look for Yusuke.

"Well, I think I like to fish," he laughs, holding up his prize: about a ten pound catfish.

"Congrats!" I grin, jumping onto the small bluff. Yusuke joins me shortly, combing his fingers through his wet, slightly slimy hair.

"I thought you were eatin' fish," he comments, sitting beside me.

"I don't like fish," I answer shortly, digging into the rabbit.

"Doesn't that stuff give you a hairball or somethin'?"

I spit the pelt out and swallow the meat.

"Guess not." He looks about him for a moment before turning back to me. "Got a knife or somethin' I could borrow?"

I whip out a small knife and hand it to him. He peels his fish nimbly.