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Out of the Rain: Chapter Six: Hentai to Kami

Yusuke and Kuwabara stared blankly at Kurama, who was desperately trying to wipe off kissy marks and cover up small cuts, even as he smiled his trademark, bright smile. "I knew they'd rape you," Yusuke stated matter-of-factly. "You didn't listen to me, did you?"

"Are you OK, Kurama!" Miyouku and Shin came racing forward, eyes wide with concern, bento in hand.

"I can't believe that those girls were there!" Miyouku gasped, helping to remove a particularly bad kissy mark as Shin straightened out his jacket. "They've never been there before…they must have heard about you going with us to lunch. Everyone knows where we eat."

"So…why is it considered a secret spot?" Kuwabara asked, looking confused.

"Because they know we'll whoop their asses if they come near OUR spot," Shin stated, giving him a feral grin. "No invite, no coming near us."

Kurama smiled down at Miyouku brightly, taking the napkin out of her hand. "Thank you very much, Miyouku-san, for your assistance." Miyouku blinked, looking up into those remarkable green eyes and seeing the warmth in there, feeling her heart skip a beat. "Are you OK, Miyouku-san?"

"Stop calling me Miyouku-san," she simply stated. "I'm just plain old Miyouku."

"Or Miyouku-chan." Shin's eyes narrowed on him. "You've risen a few cool points on my list, but not enough to simply call her without adding a suffix."

Miyouku took a few steps back from him, smiling up at him uncertainly. "Perhaps we can try again tomorrow, at a different place."

"Where no one goes," Shin suggested, flipping her hair over her shoulder before sitting down. "That way, you won't be attacked by fan girls."

"Yes, of course," Kurama purred, placing a band-aid over a cut on his cheek. "Thank you very much for the invitation. I really want to get to know you better…."

"Because Koenma asked you to?" Shin suddenly asked, narrowing her eyes on him. Yusuke, Kurama, and Kuwabara stood in stunned silence. "Yeah, that's what I thought. We can still try to be friends, though." She glanced over at Miyouku, who was looking at her in confusion. "We can try to overlook it, right, Miyouku?"

"Yeah," she responded, giving her friend a strange look. "Can I talk to you for a sec, Shin?"

"Of course, dearest!" Shin bounced out of her chair and cheerfully followed her friend out into the hallway. "What's the matter?"

Miyouku narrowed her eyes on her friend. "Since when were we saying anything about them working for Koenma?"

Shin smirked at her, folding her arms over her chest and meeting her eyes squarely. "Since when were you blushing and getting flustered while looking up into dear Kurama's eyes?"

A little bit of color crept back into Miyouku's cheeks, making Shin smirk even more. "I was just caught off guard. Even you have to admit, he has some pretty eyes…"

"Yes, but I've been in a closer physical vicinity than you have, and I have managed, rather easily, NOT to blush." Shin's look turned to one of concern. "Come on, Miyouku, you know guys are bad news! Don't you fall for one who only cares that we exist because of the whole 'mission' thing. You're above that. You deserve more."

Miyouku rolled her eyes, turning away. "Do you really think that I'm falling for him? He doesn't mean anything!"

"Exactly!" Shin started pulling her back into the room, her eyes focused on Miyouku's face. "Besides, you barely even know him."

Miyouku nodded and followed her friend into the room, only pausing when Shin tripped to help her up. How someone could be so incredibly klutzy, she did not know. She also had no idea what was going through Shin's head, or why she had been acting so weird recently. In fact… "Shin, you look a little pale."

"Well, of course. I'm not as black as some of us are," she huffed, glaring at her friend. "Rub it in, why don't you?"

Miyouku gave her friend a small shove, succeeding in flinging her half-way across the room with a simple nudge. "You know what I meant."

Shin sniffed indignantly and stood, brushing herself off. "Jeez, Miyouku! I've been stuck inside for what feels like an eternity due to all the damn questioning and whatnot. Can't you just leave my lack of a tan be?"

Miyouku raised an eyebrow at her friend, not convinced. "You shouldn't have lost your tan within four days, dear. What's up?"

Shin draped an arm around her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's not Akarume."

That was relieving to hear, at least. Miyouku sighed and relaxed a bit, smiling a little apologetically. "Sorry, Shin. It's just…since what happened to Abadon…."

"I know." Shin gave her a pat on the back, smiling brightly. "I'm worried too, but I've been around you for an eternity. What in the world could have happened that you wouldn't know about?"

Meanwhile, Yusuke was eyeing Miyouku carefully. "What color do you think they are?"

Kurama eyed him sharply. "You surely aren't inquiring about that subject that Koenma warned you about, correct, Yusuke?"

Kuwabara looked nervous, also glancing at the dark kitsune. "I dunno… Her guy friend kicked your balls, Yusuke. What do you think she'd do if you…"

"I bet they're actually boxers. The uber-manly kind, the ones that Kurama wouldn't look good in." Yusuke smirked at Kurama, who was looking more and more upset with every word spoken. "Dare me to find out?"

"No, I do not. In fact, I insist that you stop this ridiculous notion right now." Kurama's face paled as Yusuke headed for Miyouku, looking bloodthirsty. The kitsune was in a conversation with her companion, therefore oblivious to the actions about ready to be taken against her. "Yusuke Urameshi, don't you dare!" His friend ignored him, kneeling down carefully behind his prey, eyes sharp. His hand reached for the hem of the skirt, ready to reveal to the world the color of the undergarments…

"STOP!"

Kurama leapt forward, grabbing hold of Yusuke's hand and trying to lurch it to the side, only to succeed in pulling the skirt up to the middle of Miyouku's back. His face flushed, and he quickly closed his eyes (but not before he caught a glimpse of black panties), not believing that he had just become an accomplice in Yusuke's perverted games. Yusuke himself, nose dripping blood and a satisfied grin on his face, almost felt bad for his companion. And then Shin's boot connected solidly with his face, and he was flung across the classroom, the blood streaming after him.

"YOU SICK FREAKS!"

Miyouku's knee connected with Kurama's nose, her face contorted with rage. "HOW DARE YOU!"

Kurama, eyes still tightly closed, skittered backwards, holding his hand in front of his face. "I- I tried to stop him, Miyouku-san, I really did, but he refused to listen to reason—"

Shin was about ready to re-dropkick Yusuke's genitalia when Miyouku held up her hand, signaling for her to stop. "It's alright, Shin. I'm sure it was just…an accident."

Shin looked at her friend like she had just grown a wang herself, and then she caught a glimpse of the murderous, scheming look in Miyouku's eyes. She kicked Yusuke once more in the stomach before walking over to the black kitsune, purposefully stepping on a still-blind Kurama's hand, making him twitch. "Hentai," she snarled at the two boys, holding her own skirt down in the front, even though she always wore shorts beneath, due to all of her graceful face plants.

"I solemnly swear, Miyouku-san," Kurama gasped, stumbling onto his feet, eyes still closed, "that I intended to take no part in what just happened…."

"You can open up your eyes now," Miyouku growled, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "My skirt is back in place." When Kurama slowly opened his eyes, Miyouku smiled at him. "All I ask, in return for my forgiveness, is that you allow us to walk you home today."

Kurama looked at her in shock. "Are…are you sure, Miyouku-san?" Shin's face shared the same sentiment to the boy's in front of her, her eyebrows raised so far up that they were invisible beneath her bangs. "That was a pretty grave mistake that Yusuke and I made…"

"I'm trying very hard to be your friend, since you've shown so much compassion towards me," Miyouku responded, smile neatly in place.

And so, at the end of the day, Miyouku and Shin accompanied Kurama and his companions to their house, where they were all going "to study." Shin and Miyouku waved goodbye before heading back down the street towards Miyouku's home, Shin gazing at her friend thoughtfully.

"NOW do you mind telling me where all this is going!" Shin demanded, tripping briefly on the sidewalk but managing to keep her balance.

Miyouku smiled, walking ahead, eyes focused forwards. "Think about it. We know their greatest weakness now."

Shin raised an eyebrow. "So…we know where they live. It's not like we're going to TP their houses or anything…"

"No." Miyouku grinned at her friend in a truly terrifying manner. "They got a good look at my panties. Perhaps we should reciprocate?"

Shin raised an eyebrow. "Phase Two is on hold, then?"

"Nah. It's just being replaced."

"I see."

…:…:…:…:…:…:…:…

Kurama, Yusuke, and Kuwabara stared blankly at the front of the classroom. Their boxers were held with magnets against the blackboard, with little squiggles, stars, and smiley faces to accompany them. Many of the girls were giggling insanely, grinning at each other as they tried to figure out who the boxers belonged to. Kurama smiled shakily, turning to Yusuke. "Well, I suppose we deserved this…."

"DESERVED MY ASS!"

Kuwabara looked almost like he was going to cry. "Why'd they take mine? I mean, I didn't even DO anything…"

Kurama frowned slightly. "My question is, how did they know which ones were Hiei's?"

"Come to think of it, I haven't even seen that munchkin change," Kuwabara muttered, looking thoughtful as Yusuke threw a mini fit.

Kurama and Kuwabara pondered over this for a moment before deciding that it was too strange to truly delve into. Shaking his head, deciding that he would ask Hiei later himself about his hygiene habits, Kurama turned to Yusuke. "I suppose we will have to retrieve our clothing after the school day his ended."

Yusuke scowled. "What the hell is the teacher going to think when he sees those up there?"

"Oh, dear." Miyouku and Shin entered the classroom, staring blankly at the articles of clothing clinging to the blackboard. "That's…interesting…"

"To put it simply," Shin said, covering her mouth and making a face. "I think I'm going to barf…"

"DON'T PLAY DUMB!" Yusuke grabbed Shin's shirt, pulling her up off the ground as she looked at him in shock. "YOU two did this, after all."

"We did no such thing," Miyouku retaliated after punching him in the stomach and making sure Shin was on her feet. "I've never seen that underwear in my life. I'm assuming, by your reaction, that it's yours, though." She grinned at the sickened look that flew over Kuwabara and Yusuke's faces, though Kurama simply looked embarrassed and turned away.

"Me neither," Shin growled, frowning and kicking Yusuke in the shin. "Besides, how in the world would we have been able to get up to your house, over here, drop them off on the blackboard in a locked school building, then go home, sleep for the night, and come back in the morning?"

"Maybe you did it all today," Yusuke responded, narrowing his eyes on them. "It could ONLY have been you, because of that damn skirt flipping…"

"We didn't go anywhere near your house, save for when we walked home with you," Miyouku responded, eyes flashing dangerously as she nudged past him to her desk. "We're perfectly innocent of anything you could fling at us."

Hiei, who was watching from outside, smirked and leaned back against the tree he was standing on. It was true- it hadn't been the girls, but Miyouku's dear older brother who had sneaked in. Annoyed that someone had ruined his meditation, Hiei initially threatened said sibling, but a promise not to touch Hiei's own undergarments caused him to be spared. It was simpler than fighting the kitsune; Hiei had the feeling that he had some unprecedented strength. Of course, none of his companions needed to know that…

"Are you amused?"

Hiei twitched and whisked around, trying to find who the voice belonged to. It was a man's, deep and obviously cheerful. Quickly ripping off his headband, Hiei did a quick scan of the area before gasping and clutching his third eye. The images he was getting didn't make sense, and all seemed to revolve around Miyouku, from her cheerfully grinning, to arguing, to looking embarrassed… He twitched and fell to his knees when he felt the strange, burning sensation of a knife being whisked across his chest, visions of Miyouku's violet eyes widening in shock and betrayal as the pain lanced over him. Choking, he stumbled up onto his feet, quickly turning to glance into the window. Nobody else seemed to be effected by whatever Hiei had just seen; Yusuke and Kuwabara were still arguing with Miyouku, who seemed to be getting even angrier, Kurama was trying to calm the situation, as always, and Shin was shoving Kurama, telling him to shut up. The sense of nausea and other-worldliness slowly passed away, leaving Hiei angry and nervous. There was no doubt in his mind whom that voice belonged to. Somehow, Akarume had managed to make contact with him. But why?

…:…:…:…:…:…:…:…

Akira strolled into the shrine, whistling softly, a piece of paper in his hand. Standing in front of one of the statues, he bowed his head, clapped twice, and bowed. Rising into his normal standing position, he glanced at one of the bells hanging down and started tugging on the rope, grinning. "Ding dong, anyone home?" he called cheerfully, waving the paper in the air. "I've got an appointment!"

He was quickly swept away into the realm of the Gods, where he was presented in his demon form, with his ears and tails apparent to any who were there. Sneezing, caught off guard by the swiftness of his relocation, Akira rubbed his nose, looking around. His feet were soaking, which would make sense, since he was standing in the middle of a rice patty. "Wonderful location. Can I get a vacation travel guide?"

"Come on, Akira, talk." The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and yet everywhere, breezily making its way around the solitary figure standing in knee-deep water. "You and I both know there's no such thing as an appointment, and that there's only one reason you'd come here."

Akira's face looked as solemn as it had in a long time, his jovial attitude quickly vanishing. Quietly, he placed a hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding the paper. "You know why I'm here."

"Of course. I'm a god, I know everything."

Akira snorted in disbelief and looked up at the sky. "I don't understand, Inari. Why did you let Akarume come back?" There was no response; he hadn't really been expecting one. "You know he's after Miyouku, and I know that you can't let her die, because you need her for something, and you know that you can't truly interfere as long as he hides himself in the human realm." Still silent on the other end. "I have a deal to make with you. We can both benefit, I'm sure, since we both have the same needs."

"Go on."

"You must be aware of what Shin is doing."

"Of course. She's not as dumb as she looks."

Akira smirked, pulling his hand out of his pocket to sweep his hair back over her shoulder. "That last statement is up for debate."

"What do Shin's activities have to do with anything?"

"In the case that both Shin and I are unable to continue protecting Miyouku as we are, I want you to continue Shin's defense." Akira looked up at the sky again for a moment before walking over to a tree, tying the paper around one of the branches. "In payment, I will complete any task that you ask of me, and follow your orders to the letter." Smirking again, he glanced up in the branches, meeting eyes with a kitsune hidden in the shadows. "Of course, I can't guarantee that I won't argue, but you'll at least get done what you need to get done."

For a while, nothing happened, and then the paper vanished, dissolving into the tree. "I don't think you know what you're setting yourself up for."

Akira shrugged, feeling the world around him starting to fade away. "I'd do anything for my sister. You know that."

"I know. I just like giving you ambiguous warnings."

"Next time, put me somewhere where I won't get soaked, OK?"

A very unimpressed snort was heard distantly as the human world started to come into Akira's focus. "Next time where goulashes."

Sighing, Akira walked out of the shrine, his wet socks making strange sounds and leaving prints. After slipping on his shoes and exiting, he looked up at the sky again, face thoughtful. "Will you be ready when the time comes, Miyouku…?" Shaking his head, he headed for home, starting to whistle again, his feet squeaking loudly on the pavement.

Author's Note: Be happy, it's long. It wasn't supposed to be this way…I actually have no idea which way this chapter was going to be headed, but I like the way it came out. I'm trying to keep these chapters happy because the later ones become incredibly emo. :cough: But all in all, I like this chapter. And it is now WAY past my bedtime, and I will leave another chapter for you guys later. Oh, and Hentai to Kami means Perverts and Gods.