Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi.
Mischief 101
By Zelia Theb
VII!
Thoughts of glitz, glam, glitter and guys as girls gayly graced their dreams that night. The morning was proving to be eventful as well. Yusuke was in the midst of an erotic dream (his partner needing no introduction), when he was rudely awakened by the accidental bumping of uglies.
"What the f-" exclaimed he, interrupted as Kurama inadvertently elbowed him in the stomach. Hadn't he fallen asleep much more…clothed?
Sleepy eyes opened, and Kurama mumbled, "Yusuke? What ever are you doing in my bed?"
"Uh, Kurama," Yusuke replied, eyeballing his surroundings in order to gain the redhead's attention, "You're in my bed."
"Well," Kurama mused, noticing that the two of them were covered by a single dark colored blanket, "I suppose I'll just…"
The trailing of his sentence occurred due to the fact that Kurama had realized that not only had he sleep-walked, but he had misplaced all of his clothing again. He had also taken the time to strip the bedding from his mattress, and even some from Yusuke's, depositing all of it on the opposite side of the room. He had been sharing a single blanket and a single pillow with the boy all night.
"You're naked again, aren't you," smirked Yusuke, taking notice of the out-of-reach fabric pile.
"Well, if you lift this blanket, then yes, I suppose that I am," Kurama laughed nervously.
Yusuke made a motion to sit up and leave Kurama the blanket, but as their legs touched together; he remembered in his sleepy state that, he too, was naked. Instead of getting up, he decided that the best course of action would be to plop back into the pillow.
And make a lightheartedly snide comment.
"Guess you stripped everything this time around."
"I'm sorry, Yusuke," Kurama apologized, trying to think of just how to get out of this mess. In reality, both of them wanted to get up and get ready; at the least to brush their teeth; but they also did not want to. There was the hormonal "I-have-the-hots-for-you" factor, blended in with the embarrassment of their manly protrusions (a common thing for a male to awaken with).
But for goodness' sake, they really were going to need some mints if they weren't going to move.
"Kurama, could you uh…reach down underneath the bed and hand me the box that's there?" The teen complied and found the conveniently placed palm sized tin. The contents shook as he lifted it, and soon the boys found the answer to their breath situation.
Seconds later…
"So…"
"So…"
"Hey," Yusuke chuckled, "It would be hilarious if someone walked in on us like this, wouldn't it?"
"Not entirely," Kurama answered, hair spilling over his side of the pillow.
"Don't worry, man," the detective assured him, "I locked it last night." Said lock taunted the two boys; having overheard the statement. It considered them truly silly, and wished that for once they could manage to operate it correctly. However…it had no time to think of such things. It had eavesdropping to do!
"Are you certain?" inquired Kurama, most curious to know if they would have some privacy.
"Absolutely positive," Yusuke stated confidently. The two blinked at each other, and then made their move, inching ever so closer to the other in an attempt to be naughty (finally), when something…something between their hips touched something that they did not expect.
"?" said Yusuke as if this were a comic book. He reached down and pulled the foreign blocking object out from between them, only to discover that it was Hiei's black cloak.
"This does not bode well," Kurama blushed, attempting to ignore the moment the two of them nearly had in the nude.
"Duh," Yusuke remarked, sitting up in the bed. His eyes flittered over to the fabric pile, which suddenly began to stir as if it were alive.
"Who the hell buried me?" yelled Hiei, who; while still sitting waist deep in the pile; was also clearly naked.
"Hiei!" Yusuke shouted back, "How about telling us what the hell you are doing here?"
"Feh," the nude demon uttered, standing as he held one of Kurama's sheets over his groin, "I had a message to deliver to you both. You were sleeping and did not wake up. I got bored."
"And what is the message, Hiei?" Kurama gently asked him, having stabilized himself upon his elbow.
Hiei angrily walked over to cove of their beds, covering still held desperately at his hips, and bare behind to the door. He growled, "It was a warning about Koenma. He knows that you tied up some pathetic human with your weeds, Ku-"
The fox interrupted him and muttered to Yusuke, recalling the night before, and said, "Oh no, Yusuke…" Hiei growled even more from the rude behavior, and then scanned the room with his eyes as they chattered amongst themselves.
"What is it?" Yusuke replied, "You wanna back out of tonight?"
"No," was the response, "I just remembered…I checked the lock as well. I must have accidentally unlocked it, because I didn't think you had done so…"
"Oh."
Just then, the door; as usual; flew open, causing the three of them to jump. There stood Botan, leather suitcase in hand, horrified and exposed to Hiei's uncovered posterior.
"Ahh!" she screamed, turning around with a beet-red face, "What's going on here!"
All too agitated; and questioning just why he had neglected to bring his freshly sharpened katana; Hiei roared and nearly tore his cloak from Yusuke's hands. He changed fast (but not so fast that the two boys didn't get an eye-full…very full eyes indeed) and then left.
"Whew," Botan exhaled loudly, "That was embarrassing!"
Her hair stood on end as like a cone of cotton-candy when Yusuke yelled, "LEARN TO KNOCK ONCE IN A WHILE, BOTAN!"
"Sheesh!" she remarked, closing the door, "No need to yell!" She set the suitcase next to the bathroom door, and stated, "And here I was, thoughtfully bringing you two some attire for your school dance tonight!"
Botan, having seen enough nudity in one day, did not realize that the roommates were also naked, and laying next to each other in the same bed. At least, she didn't realize it until she had showed the both of them the contents of the suitcase. Her face lit a-fire once more, and she could not help but ask, "Why is it that you two boys are always…like this when I am around?"
"This…?" uttered Yusuke.
"You know," the incognito student pressed on, "Like you are now. Have you been carrying on some sort of…relationship…?" While the hue of her face did not change, the reason for such a hue did, and she argued, "Behind Keiko's back!"
"If I say yes will you go away?" said Yusuke, sarcasm evident in his tone. Kurama's heart fluttered within his chest
"No."
"Damn," he cursed.
"Well, no matter, boys!" Botan perked up, "You'll be all set for the dance tonight with these items!"
"Great," the smart-mouthed teen rolled his eyes. He preferred to have his own clothes on for the first half of the day.
Apparently, Yusuke hadn't read well enough, and completely skipped over the fact that the dance was one of their annual traditions at the school; with unusual conditions. All boys were to crossdress as women, so that it would be both humiliating and fun for the girls. Botan had neglected to inform him of such until after Yusuke had argued that she was spying on he and Kurama.
Neither boy cared what day it was, or if there was school or not. They had outside errands to run; families to visit; homework to do. Hours later they reconvened at the dorm, and readied themselves up all girly and feminine with the help of Botan.
She outfitted them in long concealing dresses; Kurama in a modestly laced lolita pink gown, and Yusuke in a plain butch-green get-up. Their make-up was surprisingly not outrageous; just a touch of charcoal on their eyes and a natural tone lipcolor. After all of that; she styled Kurama's untamed layered locks into a sleek and beautiful French braid, and soon Kurama really did just look like a woman. Yusuke…was clearly a man in a dress.
Little did Botan reveal that the fact she was encouraging them to attend the dance was to keep an eye on them. As Hiei had warned, Koenma knew of the events surrounding Kino and Kurama, and could not allow another slip-up. She was instructed to keep them occupied until Koenma could think of and then act upon a suitable punishment for the both of them. The ferrywoman didn't appreciate having to deceive her friends all too much, but she really had no choice. Kurama had messed up; and several cosmic laws had been broken too often lately.
The dance itself was held within the walls of the schools indoor gymnasium. It was dark, hot, and crowded; yet it was an amazing sight because there was not one non-skirt in the whole place. Chaperone's lined the walls, and were occasionally stationed in clusters near the center of the large courts. They kept a blind eye to all of the obviously indiscreet and ill-mannered activities that went on1. Yusuke cursed upon this realization, and wished that he could have attended school there his entire life. It was much better than having unscrupulous and tyrannical teachers breath down his back all the time.
The most cliché of songs played through the speakers as the boys found a small section of wall near an alcove of locked doors. The wailing of the lyrics was out of tune, and Kurama even joked that perhaps they had accidentally recorded the horror-filled cries of a dying witch. The vocals were clearly altered in the studio, and their dramatic phrasing did not mask the fact that it was musical garbage. Yusuke prayed with Kurama for the song to end and for another to begin. 2
A random female student (or at least she sounded female) approached them, having overheard their snide comments about the song, and yelled at Kurama, "Hey! I requested that song! "Ebin Essence" is the greatest female rock band ever! How can an ugly girl like you say something so mean about them! I hate you!" With that, Kurama was lightly slapped in the face, and the girl walked away with her fists balled up and angry. No chaperone made a move to apprehend her.
"You're a pretty girl, Kurama," Yusuke half teased. He spotted Kino (in drag) and pulled Kurama into him, so that perhaps they could both be hidden by the seemingly convincing masquerade.
"And you're a pretty boy," Kurama chuckled, relieved that the song had changed to a ballad, "Would you like to dance?"
"You mean hold each other and barely step side to side like the rest of these guys just started doing?" Yusuke looked around at the student body, and then answered, "Sure."
The detective's hands graced his "girlfriend's" sides, and they fell into pathetic step with the rest of the students. They listened as the song increasingly became more familiar to them.
"I rather like this song," Kurama whisper in Yusuke's ear.
"Yeah, it's okay," he said back, "I've heard it playing in a few stores before." Kurama let forth a hushed giggle in reply and then set his chin upon his friend's shoulder, leaving them in silent step until the song came to its close.
The drew themselves back to the wall, still together and waiting to hear the beat of the next song. Yusuke was the first to break the silence; trailing his hand to Kurama's slapped cheek, asking, "Did it hurt?"
The deep peridots of the fox skipped back and forth between Yusuke's eyes and lips. The boy's hand was so…inviting. So tender. Kurama could not respond; he was lost in the forest of indecision; and when he finally broke free of its thick trees, he emerged with a declaration of love.
Their lips touched as the gentle piano rose to false climax within the first chorus of the song. The melody echoed their own actions as they immersed themselves in each other. Focusing on nothing, they let their subconscious' scream about the exciting end to their flirtatious dance. Allowing their tongues to speak to each other without words; they told each other everything. Every feeling, when it had started…how deep their affection took them. Their conversation never answered the "ifs" surrounding Keiko…but now. Now was not the time for them to care or worry about that.
After all, a teacher had just called out, "Hey! None of that around here, you two! Now tell me your names so I can hand out proper detentions!" Pulling apart with no more than a second to see the other's surprised expressions, they clutched hands and booked out of the dance faster than most men on heels could ever fathom to run.
The clicking of their shoes echoed the quickened beat of the techno-pop in the gymnasium. As they fled, Kurama asked, "I'm not going to wake up in the dark room, am I?"
"No," laughed Yusuke, "This isn't a dream."
To Be Continued…
1 Must I really point out that this concept is so Western it's unbelievable? I'm not saying this doesn't happen in Japan, but you really must consider that half of the situations I've placed the boys in has been making fun of stories that pay no attention to minor cultural differences; like modesty, for one.
2 I had intended that this chapter would be out sooner. This doesn't really hold any humor anymore since ffnet got rid of song-fics. But anyone who has read my blog will understand that I had to leave this reference in there.
Author's Note
I know. You hated the dream in Chapter 6. Now you'll be wondering if Chapter 7 is the new Chapter 5; but I assure you; Chapter 7 is only the predecessor to Chapter 8, which will be the final chapter.
And yes. I know. " ! " isn't a valid chapter name. It has a meaning, which no one will ever be able to figure out; as it's a personal insertion.
I made a blog, strictly for fictions. You can go there, comment and tell me how much I suck, or why I shouldn't write shounen-ai, or why you hate me for not updating some story for a long time. Either way, go to it. It's in my new and improved sarcastic bio.
Zelia