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LizzieXmarieXyoukai: Ask and you shall receive darling. Enjoy.
Davatari: Thank you. I indefinitely can relate to a boring summer, so I have plenty of time to answer my reviewers. Ask and you shall receive, and just so you know, puppy eyes have zero affect on me… it's all about the kitty eyes! (gives davatari Rei Kon plushie). Enjoy.
Shiruba Fokkusu: Thank you. And wait no more for ch.2!Chibikuro rose-sama: I like too. I had this written for a while and was just waiting for some reviews like yours. Thank you.
On with the fic…! Wait almost…
Kurama: Are you going to make this one longer?
Hiei: And more insane? That last one was kinda mild for you…
Specter: You know what Hiei? Go to your room!
Hiei: Starts going to room, dragging Kurama with him
Kurama:
Specter: Anime forehead pulse And you have to be alone!
Hiei: Draws katana You were saying?
Specter: I was saying, HOLY SH-T! Starts running around computer room with Hiei in pursuit
Kurama: Anime mushroom sigh Remember people, Specter doesn't own Yu-Yu Hakusho… and they wonder how I put up with Yusuke and Kuwabara…
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Chapter Two
Shiori's POV
I could tell Shuichii's been planning this for a while, even if he didn't tell me. I guess he was unsure if I would concur to it. I wish he would understand nine times out of ten, I do agree with him. But then again, he's never had an occasion like this in a several years. I'm eager to meet this friend; I would almost be expecting a reflection of Shuichii if he hadn't told me how different he was. A nice walk around the lake… and I hear it's supposed to be a clear night for the full moon, but just a tad chilly.
I love Shuichii with all my heart; he's one of the few precious things I have left. I know he feels the same love I do, but yet… I still think I'm missing something about him. Maybe it's just old age getting to me. Am I really forty already? To-ni-kaku, it's another reason to meet this newfound friend. Some say you can discover something about one through the face of their companions.
My eyes travel a photo on my dresser taken not to long ago of my child. Does the face of his comrade match the piece of his soul I do not feel?
Kurama's POV
Well that wasn't too hard. Kasaan agreed without a hit at all and now, Saturday morning, I watch her bustle around with her fifth cup of green tea, saying things like, 'Should I fix my hair up or leave it down?' and 'Where is that nice yellow silk Chinese top I had? I might wanna wear it instead of the blue one.' I doesn't matter what you wear, Kasaan. You'll still be my beautiful mother. I'm glad she is so excited, but I'm not sure how long it last, since I haven't told her the most important part.
That the friend she will meet is not of this world. And that I am that friend.
Not only that, I haven't thought up a good excuse to escape and revert to Youko. Hm… I could leave a few hours before hand, but why? Homework? No, that's already done… Oh, I don't know. This shouldn't be hard. Oh, hey. I'll just tell her I have to go back to school to help her with a flower sale. Kasaan'll go for anything that has to do with blossoming plants and me after she noticed me in the garden one time, easily coaxing the roses to open in a few seconds. I'll revert and then wait for her at the lake.
I must be on my best behavior when I am there by myself. Someone may be foolish enough to attack Kasaan… or attack me, and it would not do best to welcome her with bloodlust filled eyes… Someone might even try to save Kasaan from me.
"Kasaan!" I call softly as always, walking down the hall to her room. "My friend asks if we could some around seven, since the days are getting shorter and he doesn't want us to freeze." I push her door open and her room has become her wardrobe spread out. Scarves and shawls on her desk, skirts and dresses on her bed, numerous other shirts and jeans hanging from any knob unoccupied, and shoes… I would never agree with the owning of so many shoes if I wasn't part of the Reikai Tantei. I myself have quite a few pairs, and don't get me started on my surripas…
"Okay, Shuichii, that's sounds good," she says. I quickly close the door as a pair of high heels comes soaring at me. They hit the wood with a loud clunk. I go back down the hall and slide down the stair banister, thinking how similar those heels were to the ones I… own. I lose one lousy bet and now I too, own a pair of high heels… baka Yusuke…they are pretty though… Gah! What am I saying!
Normal POV
It was now five o'clock. Kurama had spent the last hour locked in his room, trying to feel that wonderfully painful, yet freeing sensation of transforming into Youko. He hated to admit it was much easier to do vice versa, not nearly as painful—wait scratch that; turning back to human form from demon was always more painful. To-ni-kaku… His ideas were failing and his options were running shorter and into the extreme meter. He'd tried a quick circulation of blood shooting down to his head (A/N: standing on his head without dying), tried bending into a position only a kitsune could accomplish, tried unfurling into a completely humanly impossible stretch that, again, only a kitsune could accomplish, tried lots of other things that don't need to be mentioned at the moment, and all had failed. The kitsune was now lying on his back on the floor. If he couldn't change, he's just get Shiori to meet Hiei and say Youko couldn't come.
Hiei! The half-koorime could attack him and maybe in fighting form he'd alter to Youko. He sat up at the idea but another thought promptly overtook it. Hiei more likely than not, would have to mortally wound him somehow, and he had already decided bloody and Shiori was not good meet. Frustrated he lay back down.
"Arrrgh, c'mon!" he muttered angrily. He closed his eyes. "This is my true form, this is who I am. I am Youko Kurama!" There was a blinding flash that erupted from his middle, enveloping him in a warn aura. He could feel his skin tingle and sting with mild pain as he altered his entire form. His red mane flowed around him, lengthening and turning sliver-gray. His hearing was silenced for a split second as his ears repositioned themselves, keener then ever. The blinding glow subsided and he sat up. As he removed his hand that had been covering his face and opened his eyes, the last emerald green faded and became the sharp golden yellow. His tail flicked out from beneath his butt and swished quietly on the carpet.
He had transformed to his legendary demon status with slightly less time and pain than normal. The only problem now was, he was still stuck in the house and he hadn't told Shiori of his 'flower sale' at school. "World's smartest fool when it comes to anything Kasaan…" muttered Kurama. He prayed Shiori was still in her room as he opened the door and proceeded down the hall to his mother's room. He put his sensitive ear to the door and still heard things being thrown about and Shiori's muttering.
"Kasaan, I need to go back to my school," Kurama called softly, not opening the door. "I almost forgot about the flower fundraiser we are having,"
"Okay dear!" called back Shiori. "How long will you be? Do you want me to come? If you give me a moment dear—"
"No it's alright Kasaan, you keep getting ready… I'll come back as soon as I can, but it might take a while. If I'm late please go ahead without me Kasaan."
"Alright dear. Have fun."
Kurama was out of hearing range before 'Have fun' had even reached his ears. He snuck out of his bedroom window, landing on the sturdy tree branch that always held Hiei when he came to visit. He turned back and closed the window, then silently dropped from the tree and broke into a paced run through the backyard, over the fence and into the small forest in the back of all the houses on this street.
Once he was satisfied at how deep in he was he stopped and looked around at nothing in particular. Then he tilted his head back. "Hiei!" came the howl-shout call. He partly closed his eyes as his ears twitched and his tail flicked, waiting for Hiei to arrive.
"You rang?" said a cold monotonous voice behind him. He turned to smile mischievously at Hiei. "When did this happen?" he asked referring to his new state.
"Just now. I plan to meet Shiori for the first time." said Youko mock-proudly.
"Hn… I'm interested to hear how things turned out." Youko grinned even wider. Hiei wasn't going to spy on them, but rather wait and hear about it.
"I hope for the best," said Youko, his eyes opening fully. "In the mean time, I have a favor to ask."
"Name it."
"You must tell me what you do in your spare time that won't get me into trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
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Hiei: I thought we went over this already…
Specter: anime forehead pulse
Youko: You say all the wrong things Hiei…
Specter: Damn right he does! Forget all ya'll, I'm sicking Genkai on you, Hiei, and then we'll see who's gonna wanna hurt some flamers.
Genkai: You called?
Hiei: -- Shhhhhhhiiiiiiiittttt…