FW: Stupid throat. Stupid nose. I always DID hate my nose…. (continues ranting on)
Yusuke: In other words: she's sick.
Kuwabara: She's always been sick.
Yusuke: Yeah, but this time, sick in the BODY not just the head!
Kuwabara: Oh….
FW: And now to answer a review: sillylittlenothing-sama, you guessed my next thingie before I wrote it! Well, sort of. Er, you'll see what I mean in a minute. (sneezes)
Hiei: (hands her the box of tissues)
FW: Thanks… Though I never would have guessed you'd care!
Hiei: I don't. You just look disgusting when you sneeze.
FW: Don't know why, but that reminds me, Ouatic-7-sama, I DON'T hate Kuwabara, I like him a lot! I wrote what you're upset about because that's how he acted right before his fight with Elder Toguro. Don't take it seriously.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
STARTYusuke and Kuwabara gaped at the angry demon. "His memory's been blocked?" Yusuke repeated his words. "What the heck does that mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like," he answered moodily, picking up his knocked out friend, and dumping him on the bed.
"What does it sound like?" Kuwabara asked, surprise surprise, not following the conversation.
Hiei turned his death glare on the tallest, but answered anyway. "It means he can't access all his memories, and some have been… shifted."
Yusuke nodded, encouraging him to keep talking.
It was one of the rare moments that Hiei spoke a lot. "He knows us, but only as school friends. He doesn't know about his past, or our stupid missions." He closed his mouth, indicating that he was DONE.
The other two accepted it. "Hiei, if the problem's in his mind, can't you just go in there and melt some road blocks?" Yusuke asked, thinking about the jagan tricks the demon had learned.
"Hn," he looked at Kurama's still body. "I could. But his soul would shatter."
"What?" Kuwabara said, but the percussionist saw that Hiei was through explaining to "the idiot human", so he took over.
"Think about it. You're a perfect kid, then all of a sudden, you remember you're a thief, a murderer, been deceiving everyone you know, really a fox and demon, and anything else he's been hiding from us!"
Kuwabara finally got it, and his eyes clouded with pity. He glanced at the sleeping redhead, "I never even thought about how he got through all that stuff… maybe this is for the best, that he doesn't remember."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he could feel a hand tightening around his throat. Hiei's glare, if it was usually cold, right now it was freezing. "I suggest you take that back," he said acidly.
Kuwabara stumbled for breath, and when he found he could breathe, he spoke, "This is the best thing that could happen to him! Every day, he thinks about it, but now he can't! He's a normal kid now!" He yelled, defending his point.
Grudgingly, Hiei released him. Together, the three gazed at their friend. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Kuwabara's right," Yusuke muttered.
"Hn…."
Yusuke turned away, forcing himself to say the hardest words he'd had to yet, "I'll tell Koenma he's off the team. Forever."
That said, he left his friend's house, and started for his own. He glanced at the sky, noting how dark it was. "…I'll tell him first thing tomorrow, that is."
The next day at school, the whole band was gathered for their every-morning practice.
By now, Mr. Nesul, deciding kids will be kids, had stopped even trying to end the war, but just wanted to get a decent class of practice in. "From the top…" he said slowly, starting to conduct.
Not much happened, and before they knew it, the block was over. "Oh, remember," Mr. Nesul announced to the teenagers who were gathering their things. "4-9, we have marching practice!"
"SIX HOURS?" Yusuke yelled, not thinking.
"Shut up, ya drum!" Someone, apparently a brass player called back, and a mouthpiece hit him square in the forehead.
"Forgot about that…" he muttered, feeling the red spot on his face, remembering the war.
So the rest of the day passed without problems….
"I'm NOT going!" Yusuke yelled, resisting with all his might as Kurama, Botan, and Kuwabara pulled with all their mortal might, not wanting to freak out Kurama. Yusuke was holding onto a tree, and really making them work.
"Ya know," Kuwabara huffed, out of breath, "you COULD help us!"
Hiei looked away, smirking. He was standing next to them, and hadn't done a think to help.
"Yusuke, we have FIVE minutes until band practice! We need to hurry!"The girlsaid, starting to get annoyed.
"Why do they want us back AFTER school? We do enough IN!" He reasoned back to her.
Kurama groaned. "If you don't come quietly, I won't help you with your homework."
Yusuke glared, knowing he was caught. "Darn C- or better rule…" he muttered, releasing his death-grip on the tree.
So the five managed to get to school only a minute late.
"Think they'll care?" The brain-damaged fox asked worriedly.
"Calm down, we're only a minute late. They probably didn't even notice!" Yusuke laughed at his friend's over concern.
"YOU'RE LATE!"
The last detective who spoke choked on his laugh. "Or not…."
A horribly obese man bounded over to them, fat jiggling disgustingly. "I didn't think it was possible…" Botan stared in disbelief. "He's fatter than Flactem!"
The gigantic man finally made it to them, beads of sweat already forming, though he barely ran a yard. "What are your names?" He demanded.
They quickly introduced themselves, and for once the receiver wasn't interested in last names. "And what are you supposed to be?" Hiei asked coolly back.
Ignoring the short boy's disrespect, he answered, "Mij, the drill instructor. Now, GET WITH YOUR SECTIONS!"
"Drill instructor, more like drill sargent," Kuwabara muttered as they did as they were told.
The band had formed itself into a giant square, what they were calling "block", by sections. They easily found a way to squeeze in, but no sooner had they done so was the whole thing moving! AND playing!
Kuwabara gulped, trying to keep up. He knew enough to mirror the other saxophones, and for a while, he did a decent job! Then, they started moving in different directions. He thought fast, deciding… BACKWARD! He walked into another saxophone, and they both fell over, where they were quickly trampled. (FW: True story there. NO ONE STOPS FOR YOU!)
Yusuke hadn't done something that bad, yet. But he had his own difficulties. Like the fact that he could barely play anything, and he didn't have the music memorized like everyone else. So while the rest of the snares played nice rhythms, he would randomly hit it every now and then, hoping no one would notice.
Botan, being very musically talented, was having an easy time marching! She was in step, and only faltered when she wasn't sure where the flutes where headed. Most of the time, she guessed right.
Kurama was doing decently. He stumbled a few times, but was lucky enough to be marching next to Flactem, who would subtly show him what to do. Tac herself was marching in front of him, and slowly. Whenever they moved forward, he would hit the back of the head his horn. Every time, she yelled around her mouthpiece "WHAT THE HEY!"
As for Hiei…. "MIDGET!" The director, Mij, yelled through a megaphone. He was sitting on the top of the bleachers overlooking the football field they marched on, eating a hamburger. "MARCH FASTER!"
Hiei's aura became visible. "I'll show him faster…" he muttered. In the blink of an eye, he was running up the bleacher seats, and standing next to Mij.
The enormous man blinked at the sudden appearance. Kurama gaped. "I… didn't know he could do that…." He said slowly, unbelieving.
The other band students were reacting too. The form (a star) was forgotten as everyone gathered to the base of the bleachers, wanting to see better.
Only the other four detectives didn't move. "Hiei and his temper," Yusuke muttered.
"Yes, very impulsive, isn't he," Botan added.
"And he calls ME an idiot?" Kuwabara fumed.
Kurama walked over to where they were gathered, "It's amazing how fast he is," he said to them.
Mij, meanwhile, had choked on his burger from shock, and was now trying to stay conscious.
"Hiei, do the hime-lick!" Someone yelled from below.
"Hime-lick?" (FW: can't spell it) Hiei wondered, reading someone's mind to find what it was. His expression turned blank. There was no WAY he'd do that… but looking at the human dying before him, he knew he had no choice.
He got behind him, grabbed him around the stomach, and almost threw up from all the fat molding around his arms. Ignoring it, he heaved upwards, and the nasty piece of food flew out of his mouth.
Unfortunately, he was looking up, so the food flew upwards… and landed on the fire demon's head.
"Someone is going to die today."
END CHAPTER 15
FW: I NEED A BREAK! If you review or don't, fine. If you flame, I'll take it in stride!
