Disclaimer: Again, people, I've got nothing to do with Yu Yu Hakusho save for my pathetic ambling in the realm of fan fiction.
Author's Note: Ah, my friends, my people, my readers! No, I'm not dead, just very afflicted with CLS. Will tragedies never cease? I submit that they will not. Plus, I've got a new part time job (someone shoot me) and there's always the undeniable irritation of school. But yes, despite these oh-so-cliché trials, I come to you bearing yet another story. I rather enjoyed writing this, and I hope the lot of you obtain a similar pleasure in reading it. Enjoy and Happy Readings!
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It was a rainy, dreary, slightly chilly, semi-depressing, and all around boring day. In fact, it had been a rainy, dreary, slightly chilly, semi-depressing, and all around boring day for the past THREE rainy, dreary, slightly chilly, semi-depressing, and all around boring days. Where as some enjoyed the sanctity that the rather spacious house offered, others were less appreciative.
Rinku sighed in irritation as he gazed out of the window beside his bed. The glass was streaked with tiny streams of cold water that all seemed to endure the inevitable fate of fusion, a process in which the streams would collide and fall from the window as one large drop.
Beyond that dull image was a sky that seemed to cast it's gray, napping portrait upon the rest of the earth beneath it, for the grass that was usually so green and straight and friendly stood slumped. It's beautiful color, which gleamed so brilliantly, had been washed out and simply looked worn, like an old, threadbare sweater. The powdery, brownish dirt beneath the grass that had often dusted his bare feet had turned to mud that squished rather grossly between his toes, making him wrinkle up his nose in disgust. Mountains, frequently silvery and snow capped in the distance, were masked by a blanket of thick, uninteresting fog while the entire forest in the mountain's foreground seemed to droop as if it were exhausted. Even the brilliant flowers in the gardens that they had all spent time planting around the house seemed to have lost some of their exciting hues.
'This is all so very depressing,' Rinku thought.
He cast his eyes further to the left where he could see the little pond with the lily pads and the serenading frogs, but that too had been compromised. Apparently, not even frogs appreciated THAT much rain.
With an almost pained groan, Rinku rolled from his stomach on to his back and let his arms flop outward like the spread of an eagle's wings. He stared at the white ceiling above him, frowning at its blank stoicism. He turned his head to the side and saw his desk covered with pictures and colored pencils, yo-yo's, candy bar wrappers, and other various items that he knew didn't BELONG there.
He made a mental note to explore the messy heap in the near future. Perhaps such an expedition would reward him with the location of his right red shoe's estranged partner, the missing left red shoe. He could only hope so, because he didn't like his blue shoes as much as he liked his red shoes. Rinku lifted one of his legs up and examined the blue clad foot at the end of it. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrutinized the incasing object. No, he definitely wanted to adorn his red ones again. The blue ones simply faded in to the bland atmosphere too much. With yet another sigh, the boy lowered his leg so that everything below his knee was hanging limply off the side of his bed.
He gnawed deliberately on his lip for some time as his mind went down a list of possible things (ones that didn't include him getting wet) for him to do. He could take a nap, or read a book, watch television, maybe play some solitaire, hang out with Touya and Jin, or Suzuki and Shishi, or Chuu. He could train down in the basement, try his hand at baking something in the kitchen, or maybe he could just spin wildly in a circle to see how long it would take him to fall down.
Tilting his head slightly, Rinku realized that none of those things could actually occur. After all, if he took a nap so late in the afternoon, he would never get to sleep later that night, and he had read every book they had that sparked his interest. Daytime television was full of stupid little kid shows and boring dramatic soap operas that made him queasy when he watched them. He wasn't sure how solitaire had made the list, because he didn't know how to play it, and as for Touya, well the ice youkai would probably be reading a book somewhere, and Rinku doubted he could somehow help with that. Jin, though quite entertaining on a regular basis, was probably sleeping or reading WITH Touya, and Rinku wasn't sure he wanted to be in the room when the two demons got all mushy with each other. Suzuki and Shishi would probably be in their room bickering and "making up" (as the others called it), and Chuu would either be drinking or watching the very daytime television that Rinku despised. Well, knowing Chuu, he was probably doing both.
The basement was flooded from all the rain, he wasn't supposed to use a lot of the stuff in the kitchen unless someone was there to watch him, and the last time he had played the spinning game he'd spun into a table, shattered a vase, and made himself so nauseous that he'd ended up hurling all over the floor. None of the others had been happy about having to clean up the mess. As it were, Shishi had favored that particular vase, and Touya and Suzuki had gotten stuck cleaning up the vomit. He hadn't felt good for the remainder of the day, so Jin and Chuu had made him take some painkillers for the bump he'd acquired on his head (a battle scar from the impact with the floor), and had given him some soup broth to calm his jumpy stomach. Then, they had tucked him into bed and told him fighting stories from their most exciting pasts. He supposed the day hadn't been THAT bad, but it still wasn't something he wanted to repeat.
Even though he wasn't overly fond of the rain, Rinku had considered running outside and playing in it simply because of his desperation for entertainment, but Shishi had spotted him heading toward the door and refused to let him leave. Naturally, Rinku had inquired why he was being imprisoned within the house, and the question was a mistake, for Shishiwakamaru had gone into an elaborate and, quite frankly, LONG speech about all of the horrible things that could happen. He could get struck by lightning, catch a cold, get lost, or slip on the wet grass and break a leg. Rinku had thought all of those scenarios were a bit extreme, but he wasn't about to debate the lavender-eyed swordsman.
Sighing again, the boy sat up and allowed a yawn to escape his mouth as he eyed his dangling feet. Surely there was SOMETHING for him to do. He was a creative young man. Perhaps he needed to step outside the box of normalcy if he intended to find his way out of the dark tunnel that was boredom.
Rinku placed an elbow on his knee and perched his chin in his cupped hand as he thought. He sat in such a way for a drawn-out period of time formulating and deliberating various plans and ideas. It took him a while, but when the idea struck him, all of his efforts seemed well worth it. So, with eyes full of excitement, Rinku hopped off of the bed and scurried from his room.