Disguises
This is one of the stories I started a while back. Most of the chapters have really long titles. This story is basically based on the song Clowns by t.A.T.u.
Disclaimer : I do not own YuYuHakusho or t.A.T.u.
Chapter 1 - Fateful meeting and a spaghetti dinner
Kurama was walking along the street, thinking about life, sorrow, and his past life. Meanwhile, a boy with dirty blonde hair, wearing a baseball cap, red and white jacket, red boots with white fluff, and black pants was window shopping.
It was winter time, and everyone was busy preparing for Christmas. Spending money on items that would either be eaten, broken, or forgotten within hours of opening. The boy scoffed as snow began to pour down once again. All of a sudden he ran into something bigger than he was. "Ow." came the words from his mouth along with the mouth of whomever he'd bumped into.
He looked up to see a teen-age boy, who looked just older than he, wearing deep red shirt, jacket, pants, shoes, and gloves. He wore no hat and his red hair was covering the ground now. The red head stood up, then held out a hand for the boy. He pushed it away.
"I don't need help from you. Besides, shouldn't you be busy shopping for gifts?" he snapped. Kurama stared back at him in surprise, then his gaze softened.
"The gifts which I shall give to my close friends and my mother have already been taken care of, in fact, I made them myself. I'm sorry for bumping into you." He apologized. The boy scoffed again.
"You should be. Pay attention to where you're going next time you idiot." he snapped before continuing to walk. Kurama would've said, 'you should watch where you walk too' but held it in and let the boy leave. The snow picked up so Kurama went home.
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At his house Kurama looked in a box under his bed. Inside were things for his friends. For Hiei, a black headband made of the same material as Youko's outfit. For Yusuke, a jacket that looked like leather which read Yusuke Urameshi in small letters on the front left hand side and Urameshi in large letters on the back. Though it didn't seem so, Kurama had made this himself. For Kuwabara, a new 'headband of love' (he heard about the headband during the Yukina mission) and the newest video game. This was probably the only thing he had bought.
For his mother he had to go to the window, where the sun was barely shining. A small rose was planted in a pot on the window sill. It was cold, so this flower had turned blue-ish purple before it even bloomed. Kurama kept it alive for the moment with his energy, but once it was fully grown it would be able to survive without it. Now for the girls' presents.
Keiko, a ribbon for her hair, Botan, a real microphone and recording system so she could record her spying times, Shizuru(sp?), a note saying she should stop smoking and a new wallet, and for Puu (yea, he's not a girl, but he basically lives with Keiko ), some of his favorite foods. These things he had bought too, but he didn't think to much about it.
He hid them again and went to bed. But before he fell asleep, his mind was troubled with thoughts of the boy. He seemed, troubled, different from the people around them. Unable to figure out what the answer was, Kurama fell into troubled dreams.
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The boy was walking down a dark street. Only street lamps lit the way down the sidewalk. A black car with tinted windows sped down the road, running through a large pile of snow as it drove. The snow melted when the wheel hit it.
It seemed that the snow was melting on everything it touched and the world was all hazy and misty. The boy kept his hands in his pockets, he wasn't wearing gloves. 'I should get some...' He stared at the ground.
'Something about that red head guy...he seems different from the other people that were around us. I had a clip of thoughts of the meaning of life...Weird...' he thought. The voice in his head wasn't much different from his own, but was a little bit more like that of a girl, just barely.
He walked down the street and into a dimly lit house. Now his inner voice was his real voice. "I'm home." he called. 2 canines ran up to him. One was a male gray fox, it was the smaller one, and the youngest. The other was a female red fox, livelier, bigger, and the older one.
"Glad you two are ok, what do you guys...sorry, guy and girl," he corrected after a look from the red fox. "want for dinner?" He looked at them, nodded, and then proceeded to the kitchen, where he made spaghetti, no sauce. On his he put butter, on the red one's he put what looked like a mouse in the center, and the gray one got egg spread over the top. "Just how you two like it." he smiled.
They looked up at him with gratitude on their faces, then began to eat. "Hey, Jasmine." the red one looked up at him while finishing quickly and eating the mouse. "Can fox turn into human?" after a pause he shook his head. "I don't know. It never occurred to me that it was possible. And I didn't think of it until I got home and saw you. But...I met this guy-" he was interrupted by yips and once he calmed them down, he continued. "Well, he had red hair, and when I got home, you reminded me of him."
'Well, you're probably imagining it, but don't throw out the idea. Anything is possible. I mean, red fox aren't supposed to be able to climb trees, but you got Jasmine to do it.' came a voice like that of a 10 year old acting much older but still with a childish side.
'Shut up you mini coyote! Just because I can learn stuff my type isn't supposed to doesn't mean a thing.' the red fox, Jasmine, hissed at the gray fox.
"Guys!" The boy yelled. The foxes flinched and looked at him. "Calm down. Buster stop picking on her. You'll be bigger than Jasmine when you grow up so stop it." the gray fox backed off, defeated. "And Jasmine." He turned to the red fox, who now looked to proud for her own good. "Don't get a swelled head. He is the one who helped to teach you to climb trees, so start to respect him. Even if you are going to be larger than most red foxes, you'll probably still be smaller than him when you're fully grown." The red fox hissed softly and back away from Buster. "Now, bed!" he commanded. They raced off, Jasmine giving him a questioning look before following Buster upstairs to their room.
The boy (still anonymous) then sighed and followed them upstairs. The house he owned was small, no one really noticed it was there most times. As he walked upstairs it seemed that the light turned his hair from dirty blonde to shimmering black before his back disappeared up the stairs.
How's that? Should I continue it? Please tell me in a review!
-Jessica-