Title: Pancakes
Pairing: Hiei x Botan
Genre: Humor
Words: 150. I swear I'll get there.
Warnings: OOC for Hiei, crack!ficcy.
Summary: A charred handprint on one side of the offending, pink, frilly garment was the only sign of pent-up frustration.


The laughter was really starting to piss him off.

Hiei could hear Kurama—see him actually—making various calming gestures with his hands, but he knew the fox was holding his amusement in for later.

"Now, now. Yuusuke, Kuwabara..."

He sounded like a schoolmarm.

"It's been two months, and Botan's already got Shorty runnin' around!"

"You ain't kiddin' Kuwabara! Pretty soon she'll have him ironing her underwear for her!"

The Jagan Eye under Hiei's white bandanna flared malevolently, promising pain for the Spirit Detective and his sidekick.

Luckily for blissfully ignorant Yuu-chan and Kuwa-chan, Botan waddled into the kitchen, both hands resting on her expanding stomach.

"Hiei...where are my pancakes? And what happened to my Kiss the Chef apron?"

A charred handprint on one side of the offending, pink, frilly garment was the only sign of pent-up frustration.

There was really no choice.

Someone would have to die for this.


...what?

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