-Disclaimers do your thing and state the oblivious.
I'm Only Human
Two week have gone by already. School is the same. The teachers all assume they know more than I do simply because they get a paycheck. The majority of the student body believes they are better then I am because they have over active growth hormones. Kuwabara is mindlessly trying to whittle his way into Yu heart. Yusuke is inventing new and more extravagate ways to get off school and everything associated with it. Kurama is becoming harder and harder to find during the weekends, despite his uncanny ability to be all over me during school hours.
Home life is a bit more on the, hmmm interesting side. My father has been living with us. Exactly what do you say to a man who was in jail for over three years? "Hey how was it in lock down and could you please pass the salt, thanks."
"Hiei. Hiei." my uncle calls. I respectfully do not answer. I can hear him walking up the stairs opening my bedroom door and sighing because I am not in there. Of course me leaving the window open might have given him the impression I left but I am not the mind reader.
"Please" I huff to Mr. Wuffles the one-eared teddy bear as I lay back on my sister's bed. "Honestly, I have so many better things to do beside going down stair for dinner to play family." I spread my toes and fan them. Small notes to self; 1. Do not remove your sock at school. 2. Tell Yu to invest in a darker nail polish because sea foam green is most defiantly not my color.
Some how I dose off. One would think a room so freakishly bright would hinder the whole sleeping process but to my great surprise two hours pass before I wake up.
"Hungry" I mumble as I shuffle towards the door of the My Pretty Little Pony sanctuary.
The normal chatter of dinner is now reduced to at hush. Everyone is somewhere else in the house or better yet gone. I pick my plate up off the countertop and pop it in the microwave.
Ding. "Shit, hot hot hot hot" I chant running over to the table practical tossing the plate on to the table. I turn a round get a spoon and hop over to my chair. "Yummy" sing rocking back and forth. "I love stew. Stew, stew, stew."
A bit to soon for my liking the plate is clean. I pick up the finger dipped licked dish and proceed to clean it in a more traditional method with soap and water. Clean, dry and properly placed back in the cabinets I then search for my bowl. Not just any bowl, my dessert bowl. I got it from this old, now closed down, ice cream shop back in my former neighborhood when I was about nine. Insert wavy flash back line here, cue music.
"Hey there kid, you sure do have a large appetite for some one so small. I tell you what, if you can finish this here bowl of ice cream in one sittin' the bowl's yours." My eyes lit up and I ran over to my mom and told her of the exciting challenge given to me. Words were exchanged, the typical boring adult 'no, no I couldn't possible to the please I insist' speech, until finally I hear my unmistakable green light word. The rest is history.
"Bingo." I say jumping down from the countertop deep dish and short stem glass bowl in hand.
I put back the three cartoons of ice-cream, chocolate syrup, coconut shaving, crushed nuts, and cool whip I toss the empty jar of cherry halves in the trash, stick my spoon in my masterpiece of a dessert and skip over to the TV room.
"Hey"
"Ahh, hey" I stammer around the mouthful of ice cream.
He turns his head back around and says nothing more, so I walk over to the couch and flick on the television. I can handle this we are both adults, he can look at what ever he is presently looking at and I can enjoy this captivating show. Time pass by the show seems drags on probably because I am not even looking it. It has been so long since I was in the same room with my father, alone I could help but stare at him. He seemed so young just lying on the floor. His typical black ensemble was replaced with a white t-shirt and light blue lounge pants. His hair is collected in a sloppy high ponytail while the falling strands are routinely being sweep behind his ears. He gazes wide-eyed at a large leather bond book a smile begins to dance on his face with each turned page. He looks up at me in a sort of invitation to join him. I do.
I sit cross-legged in front of the book viewing it upside down. The pictures look vaguely familiar, I knit my eyebrows and I squint hoping to get a better look at the building in the background. The sign in the immediate foreground read Sakuinun High School, and then it finally hits me.
"Wait that's, that's my school but.." I crawl over next to him.
He chuckles low and pleasantly and nods scooting over a bit so I could lie beside him. "Before it was middle school it was the local high school."
He flips the pages I slam my hand down on the page, "hey is that you?"
He nods. I hold back a chuckle. He glares. In the picture he is sitting on a table three other people are surrounding him. They all seem preoccupied with trying to look cool for the camera by not looking at the camera. But there he is sitting merrily sipping on the largest cup of soda I have ever seen, while staring straight in to the camera. I study the picture a bit more and notice another familiar face.
"That's Yomi," he says pointing to the face I did recognize. "The one sitting on my left smoking despite being on school property is Sakyo," he adds point to the cigarette casual dangling from his hand. "And the person laying on the table behind me is Raizen."
"That's Yusuke's dad."
"Yep."
"Is he sleeping?"
"No."
"No?" I tilt my head a bit, point and almost smile. "He's not…"
My father nods, "In every single picture. It took the administration two weeks to notice and by the time they did the books were already printed and ready to be sold. He was almost expelled."
We continue to look through his yearbook each page is littered with the usual messages of encouragement.
"You seemed to be popular. Little black bird" I say with an arched eyebrow skimming over one or seven quick scribbles addressed to him.
"I was the same size as you are now my freshmen year." He states matter of fact. "Hiei, I could either have been angry about my height and have gotten pissed off every time some one tall stood next to me or pimp the cuteness factor."
"I see you chose the role of the pimp." I reply somewhat brashly.
He shrugs, "Yea, but it also helped that I was friends with a six foot seven inch senior named Yomi, a bad ass junior named Raizen and literal cut-throat named Sakyo."
"Some what of a motley crew." I remark as we get to the land of black and white freshmen mug shots trying to play the role of high cost student yearbook pictures. Flipping to the upper classmen, I would have lingered on my father's one inch by one-inch picture but it wasn't that interesting. "That's that smoking guy isn't it" I say point to the picture of the cold smile and even colder blue eyes. He nods. "Your future president of the BB Club?" I read under his picture. "What?"
He began chewing his bottom lip, "It stands for the Black Black Club." I proceed to make the ' thank you so much for the tad bit of information but could you please explain what the hell you are talking about' face. He snorts " It was a organization that Sakyo's grandfather Tarukane start during the turn of the century. It was an elite organization that catered to each member's whim." He nervously begins playing with his hair, which is a trait I have never seen him do.
"So was he future president?" he nods. Yay the pulling teeth conversation, I think to my self sarcastically. "Where you a part of the club?"
He nods. Closes the book with a sigh and pulls him self off the ground. "Yes, but in the end we all ended up hurting each other. It is one thing to forgive or be forgiven by a loved one, it is a much harder thing to except the fact you were the cause for your own pain and the heart ache of others from the beginning. Well Hiei, goodnight."
He leaves never once did he mention the fact I was missing from dinner. Never once did he show any anger for my blatant displaces of disrespect towards him since he started staying here. Never once did a threat fall from his lips or an unkind gaze spark his eyes. Never.
"Goodnight" I whisper to his shadow before jumping up and doing the one thing I never thought I would do.
I wrapped my arms around his waist buried my nose in his chest and cried.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." I sob into his shirt afraid to releasing him.
His fingers rake through my hair trying their best to soothe me. "I know." He wraps his other arm around my shoulders lowers his head down and places a single kiss on the top of my head. "I know." he whispers in to my crown.
A/N- I hope the pieces are starting to fit together better for everyone. This story would have been a less confusing if I didn't decide to make it in only Hiei-vision. God after umpteen chapters I finally reach the bone of my story. Now for a quick story summary, Hiei is the son of Karasu. Yusuke is the son of Raizen. Sensui is the son of, oooh take a wild guess. In addition he is the unofficial godfather of some one else. Kurama has a secret the older generation of residents conveniently turns a blind eye to. The only peers who do know are Yusuke, Sensui and Istuki.
