Catse: Hiyya everybody! It's me again! And guess what...I uploaded chapter two! Yay! Well, anyways, I hope you like this story, and I tried to make it as humurous as possible. And there's more to come!
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Disclaimer: See chapter one...
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Usually, Kenya's father didn't have classes until afternoon, except for one class he had earlier in the day for those that couldn't attend afternoons.
He was the one teaching the martial arts, while their mother taught the Sword Dancing technique.
In the afternoon, he had a class just before school ended, and when that was over, he had an hour of break, which he spent training his children.
Today, Kenya was his soul student. He was supposed to have Yuya as a classmate, but of course, she disappeared without word of where she was going.
Kenya stepped into the large room that they had had added onto the Dojo a few years ago.
It was large a spacey, with long mirrors on the walls for seeing one's self practice, and a rack of various different weapons, almost all of them mastered.
All, except one.
The Flaming Sword, the very sword that had belonged to his grandmother, was a powerful sword, with a blade made to hold oils for igniting, and a handle carved by a great artist, of two dragons swirling towards the end of the hilt, where they met and bit down on a jewel, one's eyes white, the other red.
"Kenya. Choose a weapon." He heard his father calmly acknowledge from the storage room of the Dojo.
"Yes father." Kenya replied politely, and as he was taught, and stepped up to the weaponry rack, looking over the stock.
There were fighting staffs, glaives, hand axes, numb chucks, swords, whips, scythes, studded iron balls on chains, clubs, and weapons he couldn't really remember the names of.
He chose a pair of swords, the ones he was best at, called the Twin Dragon Fangs.
The blades themselves were arced, with a few holes close to the hilt on the flat, meant for the blood when the swords were inserted. Along the flat of the blades, were the tiny carvings of dragons with their mouths open, revealing dangerously sharp teeth. The hilts were simple, silver wrapped in well used cloth for better grip.
He pulled them from the rack and spun them between his fingers a moment, warming up for whatever lesson his father would give.
Of course he would go on schedule, learning about the elements and such, but most of the time, his father would give him a quick challenge to make sure he was on his toes.
The man in question stepped into the room, sporting the Flaming Sword, swinging it around similarly to his son, so as to prepare.
"Today, I'll teach you what I know about the elemental abilities. You have already taken the character trait of flames, so I'll tell you what I know."
Kenya nodded.
"The element of fire is tricky. It requires a large amount of Spirit Energy and a high experience level to sustain. A master of fire is not only a master of his element, but a master of the Spirit Energy of his body as well. Also, the fire will burn you if misused. It is not like your Spirit Energy, where if it flows around your body and only those touching you will get hurt. No, it will burn you as well, and many times, the burn is fatal. That is why you must master the art before choosing to wield it. Most of the time, fire users transfer the element into their weapons, so that should something go wrong, the weapon is burned, but not the user. Understand?"
Kenya nodded again. "Yes Father."
"Good. You've already learned to use fire, but now you must practice, and master it."
"But flame comes in many different versions, right Father?" Kenya inquired, sitting down on the floor, his swords balanced across his knees.
"Yes. Many times, the users will shape their fire, creating a beast that seems to have a life of it's own."
"But not your dragon, right Father?"
"No. The Jaou Ensatsu Kokuryuhaa is it's own living entity. Many cannot withstand it's power, nor it's cold regard to it's master. It cares not who you are, and will, if given enough power, destroy everything in it's path but the object your trying at, just to spite you."
"But you mastered it! Right Father?"
"Yes. But by accident and accident alone."
"Hey! Hiei! Kuwabara and Yukina are here to visit! Take a break from your family class to come say hello!" His mother chirped from the door, her cheeks bubbling with excitement.
"Ah, your aunt's here. Let's welcome her and the carrot top." He mumbled with a smile, walking away as Kenya set his swords down near the weaponry rack.
"Oh well...I guess the lesson will continue later."
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"Ah! Hiei it's good to see you!" His sister giggled, hugging her brother uncontrollably.
Hiei returned the hug. "It's good to see you too Yukina. How is everything?"
"Just wonderful!" She chirped.
Kenya stepped into the room then, only to be greeted with a hug of his own.
"Oh! Kenya you've grown taller since I last saw you! How's school going?"
"Fine Aunt Yukina. Everything's wonderful." Kenya replied, returning the hug.
"Mommy! Mommy!" They heard Satou giggling as she ran up to the door way. "Oh! Auntie Yukina!" She ran into her Aunts arms, jumping with excitement as the young Koorime hugged her back. "Is Tsuki with you?"
"Yep. She's right here. Come on squirt." Kuwabara laughed as he led his little daughter into the room as she practiced walking.
Tsuki was the pride of the couple, both smart and sweet with the prettiest smile one could ever find. Her hair was long and blue, like her mother's, but kept in two braids at the sides of her head, and her eyes were big and bright red, that sparkled every time she giggled. She was only four, a few months younger that Satou, and seemed to enjoy walking, for she never really sat down for much.
The two girls had grown up with each other, always the other's best friend, playing all sorts of games if they could.
"Satou!" Tsuki giggled, running towards her friend for a hug.
"Wanna play dolls?!"
"Sure!" The two ran off into the storage room of the mother's training dojo, dragging out a box full of toys she kept there for when the two wanted to play.
"It's good to see you two. How's everything been going?" Suta asked, sitting down behind the front desk.
"It's been okay...Yusuke won't let up on me though." Kuwabara mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What do you mean?" Suta asked.
"Well...you see...I haven't been practicing very much...with...well you know...my fighting skills...And the last time he visited, we got into a scuffle and I couldn't keep up with him. He's been calling me constantly, trying to get me to go to training yards to keep sharp."
"Oh...I see. Yeah...there aren't many demon challenges anymore, considering you guys have mastered your abilities, so now there's not much for practicing with." She giggled, setting her chin into her palm.
"Yeah..."
"How has the Dojo been doing?" Yukina asked, smiling.
"Very well actually. Got a total of five new students this week alone. Now all the classes are booked and half of them demand to pay for them because they love them so much."
"Wow...so things are going well?"
His mother giggled, nodding. "Yes...very well."
Kenya sighed.
Women talking was so boring it wasn't even funny.
They ended up repeating the same thing over and over, until there was nothing to discuss, then they would try to renew the topic in another discussion.
"I agree...They never can find anything interesting can they?" a voice in his head spoke.
"Nope...Hey Dad, how about we leave them to chat and continue the training."
"Good idea...At least we'll have something to do."
"Can I join too?!" Another voice joined the conversation.
"Uncle Kuwabara! How the hell did you learn mental speech?" Kenya asked, surprised.
"Yukina taught me. So...can I join the training?"
"If you can keep up...though be warned carrot top...I won't be gentle." Hiei scowled, walking away with his hands in his pockets.
"I don't need you to be gentle! I can handle whatever you have to give me!" Kuwabara replied, forgetting to put it into mental speech.
The room went quiet, as the two women quieted and stared at him curiously.
"What?" Kuwabara inquired, looking at them.
They shook their heads simultaneously, mischief evident in their eyes.
Hiei smacked his forehead, walking away in disgust as the orange-haired father looked on to the two women, still wondering what they were laughing about.
"Come on Uncle Kuwabara. You're only making yourself look worse." Kenya laughed, dragging the man from the room to the Dojo.
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They ended up dueling each other, both Hiei and Kuwabara fighting against Kenya first, then, just for show, Hiei and Kuwabara fought each other.
The scuffle between Spirit Detectives was short and interesting, in which Hiei was able to beat Kuwabara as if he was weak.
"Damn! I am weak!" Kuwabara scowled as the three sat in the corner drinking cokes. They had finished with Kenya's training, and with Hiei's last class of the afternoon, in which his students had just left.
"You just noticed. How sad..." Hiei replied, mischief in his eyes, but his mouth a grim line.
"Hey! Shut up! I don't get to train all the time like you do Hiei! If so, I could kick your ass here and now."
"Uncle Kuwabara?" Kenya began.
Kuwabara stopped his ranting and turned to his nephew.
"Yeah?"
"I was just wondering...how many missions have you and the other Rekai Tentai been on? I mean...do you keep track?"
Kuwabara thought a moment, his hand at his chin in vexation.
When he had come up with a suitable answer, he sat up straight and smiled.
"I'm not sure how many we've been on. Too many to count."
"Do you always get to fight? And are the demons really a challenge? And do you get to travel—?"
"Quiet. You ask to many questions." His father warned him.
"Sorry."
"Well...you don't always get to fight...sometimes you...well you...uh...Yeah...you fight almost every single time. As for the demons, some of them are a challenge, others...even I could take them. And traveling...well...Hell you can't get to the demons unless you do."
"Wow! I can't wait!"
"What do you mean you can't wait?" Kuwabara inquired, looking confused.
"Koenma said he could be a detective if he masters his techniques. We've been training specifically for it." His father answered instead.
"Oh..."
"I'm home but it's not like anybody cares!" Came a familiar voice from outside the room.
The door slammed loudly and the sound of footsteps clambering around the main room came to their ears.
"Sounds like Yoru's back from the graveyard." Kenya replied in agitation, standing up with one last swig of his cola. "And I have homework."
"I'm sorry to say this Hiei, but your oldest daughter is creepy." Kuwabara added, standing up as well.
"For once carrot-top...I agree." Kenya's father grimaced, standing up with a stretch.
They tossed their cans away and stepped into the main room, where a frowning glaring teenager met them.
"Hello." She hissed, staring at them expectantly. "Did you get the whip I asked for Dad?"
"No. You don't need it yet." Their father replied, glaring back.
"How much do I have to tell you?! I want a whip and that's what I'm getting!"
"How many times must I reply, bitch on your own time because you're taking up mine." Their father answered, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"You said you'd get me a whip if I left for school!" Yoru shouted at him, watching him step by her.
"Correction. I said I'd get you a whip if you went to school. Not if you left for it. School is a necessity for ningen children."
"But Dad! I'm not ningen!"
"You are by a quarter...that and this is the world we live in, so you may as well deal with it." He replied with a scowl. His ruby eyes glared with such a passion, that only an idiot would continue the argument.
"Fine! Screw you Father!" She screeched, opening the door and slamming it behind her.
"You forget to condemn me to the ever lasting pits of hell where the dead you play with party and play poker!" Their father screamed back, looking seriously angry at the door.
Then, when they knew she was completely gone, he began to chuckle.
"She's such a bitch and I have no idea why."
Everyone in the room stared at him a moment, wondering what he was talking about.
"Dad, what alien took you away and left the copy. I'd like to find him and ask that he take Yoru too."
"Yeah well not even death itself would take her away." Hiei replied coldly, grabbing a jacket from a hook on the wall.
"Is someone talking about me?" Another voice chirped, and the hyper blue haired girl they called the Grim Reaper floated in through the ceiling on her oar.
"Botan!" Kuwabara shouted uncontrollably. "What are you doing here?"
"Hiyya everyone! Long time no see!" She chirped, smiling. Botan dropped from her oar and landed on the ground, grinning sweetly at the group.
"Hello Botan. How are you?" Suta asked, coming out to hug their blue haired friend.
"Just fine! My Suta...you still look just the way you did when I last saw you."
"You came to visit?" Yukina inquired, hugging her next.
"No...actually I'm here on business."
"Really?" Kuwabara asked, scratching his head.
"Yep. Lord Koenma has asked that all of the members of the Rekai Tentai meet up in his office. There is a new case that has sprung up, and unfortunately, it doesn't look easy."
"How do you mean? There is actually a challenge now?" Hiei inquired, leaning against the frame of the front door.
"Yes...but I'm not sure on the details. I only know he's causing a ruckus and Lord Koenma really needs you all to take care of it."
"Fine...when does he want us at his office?"
"Tomorrow morning at noon. Come prepared. I have a feeling you're going to have to take care of the case as soon as you talk to him."
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Catse: What did you think? Don't you just hate Yoru? I know you probably hate me for giving Hiei such a mean child as his first, but oh well... I needed someone mean that was family to them. After all, Yoru's uncle was Shadow, and they both seem rather crazy, right? Well, I'll try to update chapter three as soon as I can, but the next one should be interesting. Ja Ne for now!
