Chapter 3, a weird party
When Yusuke got to Hiei's flat Kurama was already there.
The building Hiei lived in was slightly dilapidated, but the flat that he stayed in was okay the walls were all white with odd little drawings and notes on them.
I wonder if Hiei's discovered post-it notes yet. Thought Yusuke.
"So," said Kurama, twiddling his thumbs. "When are the other guests arriving?"
"What other guests?" said Hiei, confused. "Dinner's ready."
Dinner was pickles, pasta, roast potatoes and turkey.
"Uh, delicious, really good," Kurama was slightly green and sweating after coming out of the bathroom for the sixth time that night.
"Got food poisoning?" said Yusuke, laughing. "If I were you Kurama I wouldn't touch Hiei's cooking, I've had bad experiences with it too."
"Hey!" said Hiei, throwing a pickle at Yusuke. "I worked on this for twelve hours!"
"I'm calling some of my friends," Yusuke picked up his mobile. "This is getting boring." Kurama sat down very slowly and began to try to eat what Hiei called turkey.
"Hello?" said one of Yusuke's DJ friends.
"Hey!" said Yusuke back into the phone. Hiei threw a salt shaker past Yusuke which hit Kurama directly on the forehead. "I'm at a party over at that really weird friend of mine's house… yeah… yeah… Yes, you have the directions?… Good." Yusuke hung up. "He's going to call the rest, Kurama why don't you invite some of your friends?"
"Frankly," said Kurama, wiping his mouth with his napkin. "I don't want them to see me like this."
"I hope they bring their own food," said Hiei. "I didn't make enough food for starving Djs."
"I hope they do too," said Kurama. Kurama didn't make it to the loo this time.
"PUKE! ON MY FLOOR!" Yelled Hiei, pointing at Kurama's rather weak looking figure. "YOU'RE CLEANING IT UP!"
Kurama cleaned up the floor in five minutes.
"It would be unfair if I just invited my friends," Yusuke gave Kurama and evil look. "I have all your friends numbers Kurama, you shouldn't leave your address book open."
"Uhn?" Kurama was in the kitchen dealing with his tux.
RING. RING. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!
"That must be your friends," said Hiei, examining the spot on which Kurama had completely cleaned up his floor (now it was a different colour than the rest of the dusty joint). "Kurama get the door."
Kurama got to the door and opened it without undoing the latch. "Who is it?"
"It's Yusuke's pals," said the one closest to the door. "Let us in."
"Okay," said Kurama, opening the latch and pulling the door open. "I hope you brought your own food."
"Why?" said one of the tall blonde girls from the crowd.
"You don't want to know," Kurama shook his rather pale head.
RING.
"And that would be the friends of Shuichi," said Hiei, looking the Yusuke crowd over.
"What? My friends? But- oh, Yusuke, you-… never mind," Kurama walked over to the door and opened it up. Kurama's group of friends was standing at the door. "Hi guys."
"Hey Shuichi," said the group, they walked in.
"Are you okay?" said one of the girls from the group, she started straightening his suit up. "You look rather ill."
"Its Hiei's cooking," He said. "Avoid the turkey, tell the others." She walked over to some of Kurama's other friends.
"So," said Yusuke's friend Bunzo, "This is that friend of yours who you think is a gangster."
"Yeah," Yusuke looked around the flat.
"Nice," Bunzo walked over to Hiei who quickly dismissed him with a wave of his hands.
"Umn," Kurama sank onto one of Hiei's loungy-couches.
"What's wrong," said one of his friends.
"This isn't a good angle for you," said Kurama, rubbing his fringe around on his head.
"Thanks, you looks sick? I was warned about the turkey, did you have some?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Hiei Came over then, grabbed Kurama and Yusuke, dragged to a corner and pointed at that days newspaper.
