SweetSnowLover: HAH! Brittany Queers, thats awsome!
Chapter 2
Help
Hiei sat precariously on the branch, staring at the egg he had put into a hole in a tree beside him, about the size of a cantaloupe at the egg's widest end. He crossed his arms and sat as far away on the branch as possible. What he was to do, he had no earthly clue. His very lifestyle was nothing but thinking mean, manly thoughts and training to kill things. The spirit beast would surely hatch into a monster and wipe him out of existence!
He needed advice; he needed wisdom; he needed…help. No, hell no. The Almighty Hiei did not beg assistance from anyone. He needed someone he could trust...The fox! Carefully removing the egg from the tree, he wrapped it back in the blue cloth and cradled it in his arms. He flitted away as fast as he dared to go in search of Kurama. His school was closed on Saturday, he was not at the library or at his home; the only place left that young ningens could possibly congregate was the arcade. But Kurama would never go there… would he? It was worth a shot.
Hiei approached the glass double doors of the arcade and peered in. The large area was completely dark except for the neon lights of the video games casting eerie glows on the faces of teenagers drooling in stupor, having forgotten their cheap nachos or cups of soda set dangerously on top of games. It was a place of blinding lights, horrid noise, and pukalicious smells, (Yes, I said pukalicious.) not to mention the crowding elbows and lack of comfortable stools. With a shudder of pure disgust, he entered.
The darkness shielded his presence as he walked on top of the games, peering around. He saw a flash of bright red in the farthest corner. Kurama! The redhead was playing Goblin City with six other ningens. The broad keyboard, littered with buttons and joysticks, matched the huge screen. Kurama was fighting the Goblin king on the hardest setting of the game. The other six watched with anticipation as he clobbered the digital foe. Kurama narrowed his eyebrows as his hand gripped the plastic lever to deliver the final blow; the Goblin king raised his super-smash power-sword against him. Using the purple ultra-grow happy potion, Kurama's computerized counterpart grew ten times the Goblin king's size and promptly stomped his scaly butt flat. The word 'Winner!' flashed on the screen several times as the other teens cheered.
Kurama discreetly walked away from the teenagers, heading for the coin machine to rake it in again with the videogame game points. In the darkness, two bright red points illuminated in front of him. "Hiei, what are you doing in the arcade?" the redhead smiled at the sight of his friend.
"Corner, now." They squeezed past the coin machine and the snack bar to a tiny table for two. "I have a little problem, and I don't know how to … deal with it."
"What sort of problem? Are you in trouble?" that hit the nail on the head. His look of despair answered for him. "What did you do?" Hiei pointed to a newspaper, the headlines of which read: Pyromaniac 'Spears' Brittany! Under it was a photo of the skill-less diva being chased by a black blur with a sword. "Oh, Hiei! You didn't!"
"…"
"You did!"
"…"
"Oh dear, where you punished?"
"…"
"How?"
"…"
"Tell me Hiei," the redhead coaxed the glowering yokai, "you have to let me in if I am to help you." With a stubborn grunt, he set the swathed egg on the table. Kurama curiously pulled at one corner of the cloth and peeked in. he gasped in shock, "He didn't-!"
"…"
"He did!"
"…"
"Oh Hiei! This is awful!"
"I … don't know what to do. Koenma advised to think happy thoughts, but I … can't."
"You're gong to have to learn how. How to be good."
"But-!"
"No buts! Do you want your soul to be eaten?" Kurama waved his finger at the distressed yokai.
"Mumble"
"What was that?"
"No." Kurama sighed, and stood up. "We'll have to start small then; meet me in the park at 12:00 today, and don't be late now." Kurama waved and walked out of the arcade to run home and grab a few things. Hiei smacked his head repeatedly against the table, cursing.
