Disclaimer: whoa...been a while since I last said this but, no matter how
much I wish it, YYH and HP don't belong to me! Don't sue me! And featured
in this chapter, "Mission X" doesn't belong to me either!
Telepathy- /Kurama to Hiei/ \hiei to Kurama\ | = "Japanese" = | ~ "Makai-nese"~ | "English" "[Japanese that I think need (translations)] in English dialogue" – I wont use this very often...if you need a translation, let me know in a review and ill mention it in the AN of the next chapter!
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Kurama, Hermione, and Draco trooped down to the dungeons, Ron having dropped Potions as soon as he could. They met up with Seamus, Dean and, surprisingly, Neville half way there. Together, with Kurama separating the Slytherin from the Gryphindors to prevent conflict, they walked down to the door of the classroom, where the other students waited, a mix of all four houses. Draco moved over, less tense in the company of his Slytherins. Longbottom had studied hard to pass the theory section, with help from Hermione, and without Snape looming over him, his practical was much better than expected. Kurama remembered clearly that when he had been asked why he was willing to suffer another year of potions, Neville's face had transformed. He went from a nervous, shy boy to a confident youth who stated proudly, "I will become an Auror- to avenge my mum and dad and to make Gran proud of me."
Kurama smiled faintly at the memory. Neville had said that he 'will' become an Auror, not that he was 'going to try.' Hiei materialized at his elbow, startling the others. Kurama looked down at him and asked softly, ~ "Did you get anything?"~
~ "Hn. No. His mind is strong. I need a place where I can release the Jagan completely."~
~ "Understood."~
With that, Hiei melted into the shadows again, more at ease to move under the cover of darkness. Kurama looked up to meet the bewildered looks of his friends and allies. "What?" They looked at each other somewhat uneasily. "What?" Kurama asked again, annoyance tinting his voice.
Draco took the initiative. "You and Hiei!"
"What about us?"
"Whenever you guys are speaking in that strange language of yours, no one understands what you're saying! Its so strange...kind of like when you speak Paresltongue...but different," Many people looked uncomfortable at the mention of the snake-tongue, a few shifted and murmmered among themselves, but Kurama ignored them easily with years of practice. Draco shot them a glare a continued, "You two sound different even though its obvious your speaking the same language. Could we learn it?" This last part was spoken curiously. The rest of the group also looked curious, and a few of the Gryphindors had pleading looks on their faces. Hiei appeared a scowl on his face. "You won't be able to." Draco turned to Kurama, as pleadingly as his pride would allows.
Kurama merely smiled and shook his head, "I don't think it wise. It is hard to get the pronunciation of most of the words correct."
Hiei nodded sharply in agreement. "Not to mention the minor differences in lots of the definitions."
Seamus blinked. "What?"
"Ah . . . How can I explain?"Kurama folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. "Hmm . . . how many words for 'kill' are there in English?"
"Uh . . ." Seamus rubbed the back of his neck while he thought, not really seeing the relevance. "Well . . . not many. I mean, kill, murder, execute. Maybe a couple more."
"The language we speak," Kurama began, "is a language spoken by fighters. Can you guess how many words for 'kill' are a part of it?"
Seamus frowned. ". . . eight?"
Hiei snorted, smirking. "Try over twenty."
"What!?" The whole group cried, surprised and aghast.
Kurama began to tick off definitions on his fingers. "There's plain 'kill,' then there's to kill as an assassin, to kill for sport or fun, kill for food, torture to death, to kill with a blade, to kill from afar --as with a bow--, to kill through poison, kill in revenge, kill by mistake, kill in anger, mercy killing --also known as putting someone out of their misery--, to kill a brother or sister, to kill a parent, kill a distant cousin or uncle or other extended family member, to kill for love, to kill while in bloodlust, to kill someone to acquire power, to kill to acquire wealth, to kill to acquire land or territory, to kill to acquire power, wealth AND territory, to kill in order to protect something or someone, to kill in self-defense, to kill just for the heck of it, to kill something for the mere reason that it's an annoyance . . ." He glanced idly at Hiei. "Am I missing any?"
"/Azhglav/."
"Yeah, there you go. To kill oneself. Suicide. Suicide for love, suicide in sorrow, suicide in spite, and probably more that I can't remember . . . Get our point?"
Seamus swallowed audibly, pale faced, as was the rest of them. "Yea."
There was silence for a short moment.
Hiei frowned and said softly, "The sensei's coming. Are you supposed to all be outside?"
"How do you know that, short stuff?" a sixth year Slytherin asked, sneering down at Hiei. The fire demon's youki flared, and Kurama quickly placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. /Hiei...calm down, I will deal with him later, I promise you that. / Hiei looked up at his lover to see two eyes of smoldering green flame, quickly smothered and masked.
Kurama lifted his head and listened, quickly confirming what Hiei said. "He's right. C'mon, let's go. Snape's coming, and we don't need to lose points on the first day of class." He turned to the sixth year and said coolly, "I would not doubt what Hiei says, Mosathor. Next time, you may lose your head."
The Gryphindors looked at him, surprised, but followed Kurama into the classroom. With a toss of his head, Draco easily and quietly sent the Slytherins in as well, the Ravenclaws and few Hufflepuffs following behind the two houses. The Slytherins drifted towards the front of the classroom, the Gryphindors to the back, and the other two filled in any available seats.
Hiei watched from the shadow he had retreated into, and his opinion of Draco raised another notch. To be able to control the house like that, easily and without conflict, Draco must be powerful. Hiei smirked; Draco had just gained a small amount of his respect- within a day of meeting him, no less. Kurama snickered softly as Hiei's train of thought lightly slipped through his mental shields, meeting no resistance. /Getting soft, koi?/ \Hn.\
"What's so funny?" Dean turned from his seat to the right of Kurama and asked, curious. Hermione, to his left, nose buried in a book, also looked curious, though she tried not to appear as if she was listening. Kurama snickered again, shaking his head slightly in response to Dean's question.
"Ow! Itai, Hiei!" Kurama stood and turned to glare down at the short demon who had just bopped him on the head. Dean's mouth dropped open at the sudden appearance, as did many of the other students. "What was that for?"
"Hn. Baka kitsune. Your fault."
"/MY/ fault? What did /I/ do?"
"You shouldn't have laughed at me."
"Mou..." Kurama rolled his eyes, before laughing and ruffling Hiei's hair. Hiei ducked away and glared, growling without sting in his words,
"If that had been anyone but you..." \They would find themselves in several pieces strewn across the floor...\ Kurama laughed aloud at that.
"Mr. Potter! Five points from Gryphindor for being out of your seat!" Snape strode in, glaring balefully at anyone who looked at him, with the exception of his Slytherins, who preened at the sight of their Head of House. Kurama quickly sat down. Snape looked around and scowled, "What are you lot doing? Get out your things!" Papers and cloth rustled as the students hastily did as the Potions Master bid. This was going to be a long class...
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A huge chunk of that, the part about languages, from "I don't think it wise." to "There was silence for a short moment," was from Kurome Shiretsu's 'Mission X', slightly edited to support my story. Go read it! Its really good! This was a kinda weird chapter...sorry! I'll get more into details next time! I know I promised Potions with the snarky Potions Master, but I just got back from a school trip. I had wanted to get a chapter out before I left...but FF.Net's login page was down...so I couldn't upload it...grrz! Lol...=) I promise, really, that the next chapter will be the actual Potions lesson! Btw, the picture I mentioned a few chapters ago that was on Kurama's desk of him and the YYH gang is this one (you know the drill...copy, paste, take out the spaces...: http: // www. Anime addiction. net/ anime/ yuyu/ wallpaper/ wallpaper15. jpg the pic is from one of the endings...I only meant the color pic in the middle...lol...just...ignore the 'forever fornever'....not sposed to be there...lol...=)
Telepathy- /Kurama to Hiei/ \hiei to Kurama\ | = "Japanese" = | ~ "Makai-nese"~ | "English" "[Japanese that I think need (translations)] in English dialogue" – I wont use this very often...if you need a translation, let me know in a review and ill mention it in the AN of the next chapter!
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Kurama, Hermione, and Draco trooped down to the dungeons, Ron having dropped Potions as soon as he could. They met up with Seamus, Dean and, surprisingly, Neville half way there. Together, with Kurama separating the Slytherin from the Gryphindors to prevent conflict, they walked down to the door of the classroom, where the other students waited, a mix of all four houses. Draco moved over, less tense in the company of his Slytherins. Longbottom had studied hard to pass the theory section, with help from Hermione, and without Snape looming over him, his practical was much better than expected. Kurama remembered clearly that when he had been asked why he was willing to suffer another year of potions, Neville's face had transformed. He went from a nervous, shy boy to a confident youth who stated proudly, "I will become an Auror- to avenge my mum and dad and to make Gran proud of me."
Kurama smiled faintly at the memory. Neville had said that he 'will' become an Auror, not that he was 'going to try.' Hiei materialized at his elbow, startling the others. Kurama looked down at him and asked softly, ~ "Did you get anything?"~
~ "Hn. No. His mind is strong. I need a place where I can release the Jagan completely."~
~ "Understood."~
With that, Hiei melted into the shadows again, more at ease to move under the cover of darkness. Kurama looked up to meet the bewildered looks of his friends and allies. "What?" They looked at each other somewhat uneasily. "What?" Kurama asked again, annoyance tinting his voice.
Draco took the initiative. "You and Hiei!"
"What about us?"
"Whenever you guys are speaking in that strange language of yours, no one understands what you're saying! Its so strange...kind of like when you speak Paresltongue...but different," Many people looked uncomfortable at the mention of the snake-tongue, a few shifted and murmmered among themselves, but Kurama ignored them easily with years of practice. Draco shot them a glare a continued, "You two sound different even though its obvious your speaking the same language. Could we learn it?" This last part was spoken curiously. The rest of the group also looked curious, and a few of the Gryphindors had pleading looks on their faces. Hiei appeared a scowl on his face. "You won't be able to." Draco turned to Kurama, as pleadingly as his pride would allows.
Kurama merely smiled and shook his head, "I don't think it wise. It is hard to get the pronunciation of most of the words correct."
Hiei nodded sharply in agreement. "Not to mention the minor differences in lots of the definitions."
Seamus blinked. "What?"
"Ah . . . How can I explain?"Kurama folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall. "Hmm . . . how many words for 'kill' are there in English?"
"Uh . . ." Seamus rubbed the back of his neck while he thought, not really seeing the relevance. "Well . . . not many. I mean, kill, murder, execute. Maybe a couple more."
"The language we speak," Kurama began, "is a language spoken by fighters. Can you guess how many words for 'kill' are a part of it?"
Seamus frowned. ". . . eight?"
Hiei snorted, smirking. "Try over twenty."
"What!?" The whole group cried, surprised and aghast.
Kurama began to tick off definitions on his fingers. "There's plain 'kill,' then there's to kill as an assassin, to kill for sport or fun, kill for food, torture to death, to kill with a blade, to kill from afar --as with a bow--, to kill through poison, kill in revenge, kill by mistake, kill in anger, mercy killing --also known as putting someone out of their misery--, to kill a brother or sister, to kill a parent, kill a distant cousin or uncle or other extended family member, to kill for love, to kill while in bloodlust, to kill someone to acquire power, to kill to acquire wealth, to kill to acquire land or territory, to kill to acquire power, wealth AND territory, to kill in order to protect something or someone, to kill in self-defense, to kill just for the heck of it, to kill something for the mere reason that it's an annoyance . . ." He glanced idly at Hiei. "Am I missing any?"
"/Azhglav/."
"Yeah, there you go. To kill oneself. Suicide. Suicide for love, suicide in sorrow, suicide in spite, and probably more that I can't remember . . . Get our point?"
Seamus swallowed audibly, pale faced, as was the rest of them. "Yea."
There was silence for a short moment.
Hiei frowned and said softly, "The sensei's coming. Are you supposed to all be outside?"
"How do you know that, short stuff?" a sixth year Slytherin asked, sneering down at Hiei. The fire demon's youki flared, and Kurama quickly placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. /Hiei...calm down, I will deal with him later, I promise you that. / Hiei looked up at his lover to see two eyes of smoldering green flame, quickly smothered and masked.
Kurama lifted his head and listened, quickly confirming what Hiei said. "He's right. C'mon, let's go. Snape's coming, and we don't need to lose points on the first day of class." He turned to the sixth year and said coolly, "I would not doubt what Hiei says, Mosathor. Next time, you may lose your head."
The Gryphindors looked at him, surprised, but followed Kurama into the classroom. With a toss of his head, Draco easily and quietly sent the Slytherins in as well, the Ravenclaws and few Hufflepuffs following behind the two houses. The Slytherins drifted towards the front of the classroom, the Gryphindors to the back, and the other two filled in any available seats.
Hiei watched from the shadow he had retreated into, and his opinion of Draco raised another notch. To be able to control the house like that, easily and without conflict, Draco must be powerful. Hiei smirked; Draco had just gained a small amount of his respect- within a day of meeting him, no less. Kurama snickered softly as Hiei's train of thought lightly slipped through his mental shields, meeting no resistance. /Getting soft, koi?/ \Hn.\
"What's so funny?" Dean turned from his seat to the right of Kurama and asked, curious. Hermione, to his left, nose buried in a book, also looked curious, though she tried not to appear as if she was listening. Kurama snickered again, shaking his head slightly in response to Dean's question.
"Ow! Itai, Hiei!" Kurama stood and turned to glare down at the short demon who had just bopped him on the head. Dean's mouth dropped open at the sudden appearance, as did many of the other students. "What was that for?"
"Hn. Baka kitsune. Your fault."
"/MY/ fault? What did /I/ do?"
"You shouldn't have laughed at me."
"Mou..." Kurama rolled his eyes, before laughing and ruffling Hiei's hair. Hiei ducked away and glared, growling without sting in his words,
"If that had been anyone but you..." \They would find themselves in several pieces strewn across the floor...\ Kurama laughed aloud at that.
"Mr. Potter! Five points from Gryphindor for being out of your seat!" Snape strode in, glaring balefully at anyone who looked at him, with the exception of his Slytherins, who preened at the sight of their Head of House. Kurama quickly sat down. Snape looked around and scowled, "What are you lot doing? Get out your things!" Papers and cloth rustled as the students hastily did as the Potions Master bid. This was going to be a long class...
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A huge chunk of that, the part about languages, from "I don't think it wise." to "There was silence for a short moment," was from Kurome Shiretsu's 'Mission X', slightly edited to support my story. Go read it! Its really good! This was a kinda weird chapter...sorry! I'll get more into details next time! I know I promised Potions with the snarky Potions Master, but I just got back from a school trip. I had wanted to get a chapter out before I left...but FF.Net's login page was down...so I couldn't upload it...grrz! Lol...=) I promise, really, that the next chapter will be the actual Potions lesson! Btw, the picture I mentioned a few chapters ago that was on Kurama's desk of him and the YYH gang is this one (you know the drill...copy, paste, take out the spaces...: http: // www. Anime addiction. net/ anime/ yuyu/ wallpaper/ wallpaper15. jpg the pic is from one of the endings...I only meant the color pic in the middle...lol...just...ignore the 'forever fornever'....not sposed to be there...lol...=)