Okay, I'm going to keep this plot, even if I get bored or get any ideas, it will have to work in with the plot! I've set a goal for myself! Yeah!
To my lovely one reviewer:
RoseFire-shadow666- Ah, it's okay. I perfectly understand. As I said before, you don't have to read this story if it is not to your liking, or if you don't particularly care for one pairing. You perhaps may or may not read this, but I would like to thank you for being considerate, and not rude.
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, but if I did, there would be a helluva plot twist. (grins)
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The special event, Kira had to admit, was worth having to dress up in a kimono. Though it was kind of dorky, and not well thought out, it was a dance. Of course, to boost popularity, the managers had placed lots of decorations. The paper lanterns and the ribbons were beautiful, but they didn't compare to what nature had in store for them that night.
The fireflies had decided to dance, too, and lit up the night sky with their flashes. It still snowed, but it was more of a sprinkling of snowflakes. The dance was held in a grassy field, far from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo. (A/N: I suck ass at explaining, ne?)
When her friends had asked her to dance, Kira had politely declined. She never really liked dances. Besides the fact that she couldn't dance if her life depended on it, she had no partner with whom to dance with. Come to think about it, neither did Hiei, but she suspected that the way he was staring at Kurama wasn't so friend-like. Well, more like undressing with his eyes. Same thing.
She stared at her friends on the dance floor. Keiko and Yusuke were dancing, the perfect couple as always. Kuwabara was dancing with Yukina, which Kira was surprised Hiei allowed. Kurama was dancing with random women, all part of his fan club. She felt bad for the poor fangirls that were shoved to the floor when their turn was up. And she felt equally as bad for Kurama, who had to dance with those whores.
Were they her friends? She supposed so. It hadn't really been announced, she just came one day and was part of the group. (A/N: In fact, we have yet another flashback prepared just so you can know how! Aren't I great? Well, here we go! You're supposed to clap...Clap now, dammit! (is high on sugar))
It was the first day in the wild for Kira, and she was anxious as to what dangers lay beyond the door to freedom...the door to adventure...the door to...
Joe's Subs and Pizzas! Yes, after taking so long to run away from her home, she stopped at a pizza place. A pizza place five miles from her house, no less. Obviously, she wasn't quite ready for the world yet.
She had run away not just to see what lay beyond the limits of her town, but because she knew she had to. She had broken one promise too many, hurt countless people, and didn't want to screw things up more from her careless mistakes. She had been the wolf in sheepskin. Countless chances, and yet she screwed them all up. So this time, she was gone for good, even though she knew that running away from her problems wouldn't help, they'd only make it worse.
She pushed open the heavy door and was greeted with a wave of the smell of way-too-greasy pizza. She crumpled her nose in disdain and found a seat in the back next to a strange group of teenagers. Probably a gang, she theorized. One had that kind of fighter look with gelled black hair. Another looked like a gothic badass with unnaturally gravity-defying black hair. Kira never knew it could go that high. There were two more, a girly pretty boy with red hair, and one who looked to be incredibly stupid (A/N: No offence to Kuwabara lovers out there). But then there were two girls who looked incredibly out of place, a blue-haired bubbly girl and a brown-haired school girl. (A/N: Yes, I skipped through that because I don't want to take all day describing what you already know)
"Hello miss, what'll ya have?" A waitress asked Kira. Kira looked at the menu, and finally mumbled, "Two slices of cheese pizza, please."
While she was waiting for her meal, she took a closer look at the gang. They seemed to be in a serious mood, like they were about to cause havoc. Kira grinned. She had always liked the bad ones, and that goth looked pretty hot. Then she cursed herself for thinking such thoughts when she should be planning out where to go. The waitress returned with her pizza, and Kira took one look at it before throwing out the greasy mess and putting her money on the table.
She walked down the road aimlessly, thinking about what she was going to do now that she was once again free. In her usual ADHD ways, she had just started thinking about how strawberries and pineapples would look good as a tropical dish when she heard a commotion in the bushes. Of course, she went to check it out.
She saw the same punks from earlier beating down a stray spider demon. She watched in amusement as the idiot one blindly charged at it, because she didn't really have anything else to do. Her amusement was cut short as the spider spit what looked to be acid, a feat which she didn't think they could accomplish, aimed for the one in green. He dodged by a hair's width, but it hit her instead. She screamed in pain as the acid devoured the skin on her shoulder with a sickening sizzling sound. She fought to remain conscious, but the edges of her vision were getting blurry. Her vision finally faded to black as she slumped on the ground.
She woke up in a strange room. It was white, but she knew it wasn't a hospital.
She looked around and silently cursed herself for being out of practice. Before, she wouldn't have fallen. She guessed that domestication had made her a little rusty and lazy. The sound of voices down the hallway broke her out of her brooding.
"I'm telling you, she could be useful," a male voice was saying.
"Aren't there enough idiots?" another voice asked.
"Who?" yet another asked.
"Shut up, idiot," a colder male voice said.
"Hey! What was that!"
Kira watched the door open, revealing the four boys and a toddler. She sat up.
"Ah, awake I see," the red-head said in a kind voice.
"Who are you people?" Kira asked.
"I'm Yusuke, and this is Hiei, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Koenma," the one in green said, pointing to everyone.
"Okay, now that I know your names, why am I here? Besides the obvious," Kira added. Best not make them think she was an idiot that had to be slowly explained to. She hated lectures.
"Well," Koenma said in a serious voice, "we think that you might be of some help to us."
"How so...?" Kira asked, doubtful.
"What we mean is, we would like you to join us. We're the Rekai Tentei," Koenma said.
"Oh great, I get rescued by a mafia.," Kira mumbled to herself.
"Hn. Baka onna," Hiei said, going over to sit on the windowsill. Kira frowned.
"Basically, join us and kick some bad guy ass!" Yusuke yelled. Kira winced, covering her ear...
"Where'd my ears go! MY EARS! YOU ALL STOLE MY EARS!" Kira yelled, trying to feel for her ears. Everyone in the room sweatdropped.
"Eh, lady, you have fox ears," Yusuke said. Kira blinked.
"They're back? THEY'RE BACK! HOLY SHIT THEY'RE BACK!" Kira laughed with glee, making a complete idiot out of herself. "I missed them! I had to make myself have human ears, and now I have them back again!"
The Tentei watched as Kira pet her ears, hyperactively...hyper. After a while, Koenma cleared his throat.
"So, will you join us?" he asked.
"I guess I don't really have a choice. Nice ta meetcha, I'm Kira!" Kira grinned happily, extending her hand for Koenma to shake. He hesitantly shook it.
And that was how Kira met them all. Kind of short and she had trusted them way too easily, but she just ignored that. She randomly started humming "Taste You" by whoever that girl was...it had said Auf Der Maur or something on her Media Player at the temple. She loved that song so much.
She glanced again at Hiei. She chuckled to herself as she watched him glaring at the women. Ah, the glory of yaoi! It just needed a...push or two, and soon they would be a couple. She thought of a good plan. One that would make them realize something...
"Aha!" Kira grinned, walking over to Hiei, who was sitting in a tree. In one swift movement, she jumped up on the tree and sat next to him one the branch. "Whatcha doing?"
"Hn," Hiei said, still looking at Kurama. Kira grinned.
"Looks like they're having fun, ne?" she asked. He turned to look at her.
"What makes you think that I'm looking at the kitsune and that girl?" he asked.
"Did I say you were looking at them?" Kira asked, still grinning.
"...No..." Hiei glared, turning away from her and staring again at Kurama. There was a minute of silence.
"You know, you should tell him," Kira said in a low voice. Hiei's eyes snapped back to her.
"I don't love that baka kitsune, if that's what you're thinking," he glared.
"Oh, so then why are you looking at him like that?" Kira asked.
"I'm not looking at him."
"Yes you are."
"Prove it."
"I will. What's Kurama wearing?"
"He's wearing a black kimono with some kind of love poem written on it and a white obi."
"See?"
"See what?"
"You know what he's wearing! You do stare at him!" Kira grinned. "Aw, you two are so cut together."
If looks could kill, Kira would have been way past dead. Kira had learned that trick from her friend Rita, who had asked the same thing about Mina. Kira now knew how Rita felt when poking fun at her about Mina.
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Fox- I suck, don't I? Yeah... I ran out of ideas...
Kira- (shakes head) Idiot.
Fox- I just wanted to make my readers happy (If I even have readers)!
Kira- I don't think you really do.
Fox- Okay, then, until I get a few reviews I'll just not post. Until I get 5 or more. Or, like 10. Whatever. This story sucks ass anyways, so I guess I won't get them...
Kira- Pity.
Fox- (glare)
