FW: And I return! Yay!
Hiei: Shut up.
FW: Well that's right to the point. Actually, I'm in the middle of a brain freeze, but since I like to update often, I'm writing anyway!
Yusuke:
Then this chapter will be worse than usual!
Kurama: I don't
think that's possible.
FW: You'd be surprised. So, sorry if this isn't up my par, but hey! It's better than waiting a few months, right! Right?
Kuwabara: I'd rather have the wait.
All Yu Yu gang: (nod)
FW: But it's MY vote that counts, so here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
STARTIt was about three hours after the clarinet incident, and Kuwabara was still trying to find something, anything, that didn't sound like a total "piece of crap," as Yusuke had taken to calling it.
Kuwabara had tried, and failed, with an endless list of instruments, now including clarinet, trumpet, trombone, all types of drums, bells, baritone, obo, French horn, and flute. He had been thrilled at his inability to play flute, having labeled them as "girly", and now he could save his masculinity.
Or what was left of it.
Kurama had gotten out his book a few times, but with Kuwabara's endless onslaught to his ears, he couldn't concentrate, and always ended up putting it away, sighing.
Mr. Nesul was the only person who hadn't grown overly bored or frustrated yet. He kept an air of patience and understanding, the mark of an amazing teacher. At each failure, he would silently replace the instrument in its case, and pull down a new one. He was encouraging too, in ways that no one could describe, seeing how he hadn't said a word since the clarinet, save for saying the next piece's name.
At last, Botan had had enough. "Can't you just put him on triangle?" She whined, anxious to leave.
"That's not much of an instrument to have full time, Botan," Mr. Nesul finally spoke.
"We may not have any other choice," Kurama pointed out seriously.
"Aw come on guys! I'll get the hang of one of them!" Kuwabara protested.
"No, you really won't," Yusuke groaned. He more than anyone else was aggravated. He hated being in school as is, and he was slowly growing deaf. Not exactly a plus.
Hiei had taken to amusing himself by sharpening his sword, a silent death threat to the moron. What was he sharpening it with? The clarinet halves, of course. Seeing how they were useless, Mr. Nesul didn't bother stop him.
Mr. Nesul sighed. "The last thing I can offer you is the saxophone," he said, handing the final brass object over.
Kuwabara accepted the offering, holding the reed up to his lips. "So this is what it's come to," he thought. "My last chance to redeem myself. If I fail at this, I'm done." He put his fingers on their positions. "Everything rides on this. I can't mess it up!" With that thought in mind, he blew through the reed and…
The most beautiful note escaped from the end. If by beautiful, you mean ear splitting, brain wrenching, horrible, kill-me-now-I-can't-take-it sound.
"And there we have it boys and girl!" Yusuke announced, "Kuwabara officially has no reason for his existence!"
Mr. Nesul sighed sadly and gently pried the object from Kuwabara's shocked hands. He replaced it in its case and to everyone's shock, handed it to the tallest spirit detective. "You'll learn to play it in time, and you did show more signs of being able to improve in this more than anything else."
"The nice way to say you stink," Yusuke translated.
Mr. Nesul ignored him and retrieved the trumpet for Kurama, handing it to him. Next he found a spare flute for Botan, and gave it to her. "You three can take these home with you to practice. Hiei, Yusuke, I'm sorry, but your instruments aren't allowed to leave the premises unsupervised."
Sensing he could finally leave this horror, Hiei tossed the broken pieces of the clarinet aside, resheathing his sword. "Fine," he replied, wanting to end any pointless conversation.
With short goodbyes, the five left, three carrying their death sentences. They all walked in silence. Kuwabara still hadn't recovered from his pathetic inability to do ANYTHING.
"Botan, can you teach me some of the basics for reading?" Kurama asked, remembering how she alone could understand the music sheets.
"Of course! We can meet at your house! Oh, do you mind if I cook you dinner? I've been wanting to try a new recipe. Let's see, what did they call it…? Something about Italy? Or was it Romanian?" She continued on, though no one was really listening anymore.
"Not your best idea Fox," Hiei muttered to a more put-out Kurama. He knew this wouldn't be fun.
Kuwabara finally snapped out of his trance, and sentenced himself to the same torture. "Hey, can I come by too?"
Botan was thrilled, and immediately ok'ed it, even though it wasn't her house.
"Yusuke laughed at them. "Have fun! I'm going to the arcade-"
Before Yusuke could leave, Kurama grabbed his arm with reflexes only an animal could possess. "I think you should learn to read the notes too." He said slowly, evilly.Yusuke gulped, knowing he was cornered, but tried to escape anyway. "Na, that's ok. I'll just be going now…." Kurama didn't let go.
"No, I insist, you could benefit as much as us."
Maybe he was just imagining it, but looking into his friend's eyes, Yusuke could have sworn he saw a golden tint.
Botan was thrilled. "Great! We'll have a lovely time! Do you like garlic?" Hiei raised an eyebrow at her question aimed at all of them.
"Morons." He muttered.
"Maybe you should join us too, Hiei," the redhead aimed for his new victim.
But at the word "join", Hiei had already run faster than the eye could see to safety.
"Smart demon," Yusuke muttered, knowing this evening would be complete, and total heck.
ENDFW: Decent, horrible? 50/50 I figure.
All the Yu Yu gang: Horrible.
FW: Yeah, and it's shorter than usual too… darn. Oh well. It's done, and I've left next chapter open. Sorry, probably no Hiei next time.
Hiei: (smirks)
Kuwabara: Lucky.
Botan: (still jabbering on about her plans)
FW: …You'd think she'd have to breathe every now and then….
Yusuke: All the ingredients she's listing off, this is gonna cost you a fortune Kurama!
FW: And while I settle this, review if you want, it's fine either way. And flame if you think I deserve it. I'll take it in stride!
