DISCLAIMER.
Now let's take a little poll, shall we? Just to ascertain what the general consensus would be. If I owned Yuu Yuu Hakusho, which I do not, how many of us think I'd be wasting my time here instead of publishing more of it and making millions? Hmm, not many. . .
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The stupid idiot got himself bitten by a plant. Moron. Stupid, idiotic moron. He's supposed to be good with plants. Liar. Stupid, idiotic, moronic liar.
I have to drag the stupid, idiotic, moronic liar to a human hospital. I don't want to be anywhere near him. I do not like feeling threatened.
What did Youko mean?
What did I do?
As he is whisked from the emergency room to a more stable environment, the man at the desk asks me for his name and age.
"Fifteen," I say. Silly humans can't even tell I'm unsure. What use is an age?
"And the young man's name, sir?"
"Minamino Shuuichi."
"Thank you, sir. And you are. . . ?"
"Hiei."
"His. . . ?"
I pause. What is that term humans use when referring to allies? "Friend," I say gruffly.
The man looks surprised by this. He asks where 'Minamino-kun's' parents are. Stupid question to ask. Obviously not here.
I am allowed to see him after a few hours. His mother has been contacted and is coming over by train. I sit in the acutely uncomfortable plastic chair beside his bed.
"I don't like your name," I do not hesitate to tell him.
He laughs slightly, eyes closed. His face is fully flushed. He is exhausted. "What would you have preferred to register me as?"
I hesitate. Youko? My mind connects to last week. Definitely not. Simply Minamino? No. Kurama Shuuichi would not have been terrible, perhaps. Kurama. . .
"Kurama. Just Kurama."
His left eye tries and fails to look at me. "Why?"
His curiosity is exasperating. I need a reason? "That's what you are. Kurama."
"Wouldn't my mother have a time puzzling over that one. . ."
"And the authorities." The reason I didn't use it.
"And the demon world."
I nod in agreement. He doesn't see it, of course. "I'm leaving now. Your mother will be here soon."
He seems unhappy. "All right. You'll come back soon?"
Why? "Fine." I leave.
Just Kurama. . . it suits him.