Dear Hiei Chapter 4
CelticLady- Hello everybody! You know what time it is? Time for the story? NO! I can't do that until I find my muse! He does the disclaimer, you know. And now that I have a muse I am too lazy to be bothered by such things. Lon? LOOOOOONNNNN? Come out, come out wherever you are!
Lon- Wink Hey ladies….
CL- Whatever. Will ya' do the disclaimer now?
Lon- Yep… CelticLady only owns herself, her characters/concepts, Me, The Adventures of Majin Elrond, Hiei's memories, And… jusst maybe, Hiei's Thong… Begins to sing The Thong Song
CL-O.o Lon! Get back to the disclaimer before you fill our viewers' minds with any more disturbing images! And no more story hints!
Lon- Okies… She does not own YYH, The Silmarillion, The Lord of The Rings, Harry Potter, Kurama's hair which she is insanely jealous of because hers is a boring frizzy--
CL-(Is ready to kill her muse) LON! Unless you want to be able to skip rope on your own organs, STICK TO THE STANDARD DISCLAIMER!
Lon-O.O!… If you've ever seen a ™ sign after it, or bought it in stores, chances are she doesn't own it. Now, I have to run from CelticLady… SHE BEATS ME!
CL- 99 Drama Queen! I do not beat him.
Oh, and forget what he said about the hair. LIEEEEEES!
It was one of those rare, tranquil Sundays.. You know, the ones that never last long? Especially not with the entire YYH gang in the house… Kara was in the Library, reading a book, when suddenly, Kuwabara ran in.
"HIDEME HIDEME HIDEME!"
"What?"
"Hide me! I pissed the shrimp off and he's going to kill me!"
"Have you tried apologizing? Hiei's a perfectly reasonable person, I'm sure he'll forgive you!"
"NO WAY!"
"What'd you do?"
"I pantsed him."
"WHAT?"
"That's not even the worst part!"
"Then there's more?"
"He was wearing a black man-thong with fiery letters that said 'contents under pressure' and I said I thought that was only when you were around!"
"I just may kill you myself. That was very rude."
"Come on Kara, you're the only sane one in this house! Save me!"
"Oh, very well! There's a trapdoor beneath that rug. Take this with you." She handed him a flashlight,
"Thanks, you're nice!" He hid.
Seconds later, Hiei dashed in, foaming slightly at the mouth, "DID THAT BAKA COME THIS WAY?"
"Hiei, calm down." He glared, she met it evenly, then continued. "Now, sit down, Hiei… Good. Now Kuwabara told me what happened, and I understand why you're angry."
"HE TOLD YOU!"
Hiei began to get up, she held up a warning hand, "Now, Hiei, don't. He was wrong, but I think you're a better person than he is. So lets just sit here, and act like nothing happened, Ok?"
"… Fine…"
"So what do you think of Oakbridge so far?"
"… It's ok… I've spoken with your… Brothers.."
"Oh? I do hope they were nice!"
"…"
"That bad?"
"I've heard worse threats."
"THREATS?…. I swear, I'm gonna…"
"Don't. Not because of me, anyway."
"That's very tasteful, Hiei."
"Do you think?"
"Oh, of course!" Hiei blushed, Kara giggled, "You know, Hiei, I've never seen you blush before!"
"And I'VE never heard YOU giggle! Hmm… Always thought giggling was a bit… well, Mary Sue-ish." He remarked
"GODDESS FORBID!" She looked horrified
"Don't worry, it works for you."
"Awww….!" She gushed
"No, I mean it!" He protested
"You're acting so… DIFFERENT!"
"I've been thinking… You remember that first night?"
"…" She nodded.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. Do you forgive me?"
She grinned, "Before you even opened your mouth!"
"I…"
She shook her head. "Don't say something like that unless you're sure! Please…"
"Alright. School's tomorrow." It was a statement, not a question.
She nodded, "Are you nervous?"
"Me?" He smirked, "Never. I can handle a bunch of teenage baka ningens."
"By the way, Hiei. When Kuwabara pantsed you, you really had nothing to worry about. You've got a better ass than he does!" The floor made a sort of strangled yell; she stomped on it, "These old houses! Never know what sort of sounds they'll make!"
Hiei eyed the floor suspiciously, "Erm…. Yeah…." He tapped it lightly with the tip of his katana,
"You know, Hiei, you can't take that to school tomorrow."
"I know…"
"I can't help but notice that you sound disappointed?"
"Americans are weaklings."
"Sometimes. That's not always bad. A tough guy like you really stands out!"
"Do you think so?"
"Yeah, you seem entirely different now that I know you, though."
"Is that… good?"
"I like you."
"…"
"Oh! Look!" She pointed out the window, "It's snowing!"
"It…is."
She smiled happily. "Oh, it's so pretty!"
"…Yes." He agreed.
Sorry it's so short, but I've been on a complete Phantom of the Opera tear lately, so I forgot about this story for awhile.
My sincere thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers.
The next chapter will be extra-long, just for you.
