Hey! Here's a new story! It's my first time writing in the Yu Yu Hakusho universe, and there is so much potential for worldbuilding, from the great character interactions and the varied personalities of said characters to the setting of the three worlds themselves. So what do I write first? Kurama fluff. Because I can. So anyways, here's Kurama being repeatedly mistaken for a girl. I hope this makes you laugh. God knows we all need to with the whole COVID-19 thing going around.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, the series probably never would've taken off.
Kurama was on a mission. Striding purposefully down the street, he turned the corner, speeding up into a run at the sight of the crowd of people around his goal. Ducking through the crush of bodies and under flailing arms, he spotted his prize. Darting forward, he snatched up the last whole chicken from the icebox, only to find that someone else had reached for it at the same time as him.
Kurama had promised to make his mother a yakitori recipe he'd been quite famous for back as Youko Kurama. Of course, his mother didn't need to know that. The only reason he was cooking at all was because she'd overheard Yusuke talk about a great grilled chicken recipe Kurama had made for the gang while out camping. In reality, the "chicken" Yusuke had been talking about was a Makai waterfowl and they'd eaten it while on a mission in Makai. Thankfully, Yusuke had not forgotten Kurama's cover like Kuwabara often did and he'd switched to calling him "Shuichi" as soon as his demon senses had picked up Shiori's presence, keeping the demon fox's identity safe for the moment. However, Shiori now knew that her son had apparently been holding back a very good grilled chicken recipe and she wanted to try it, so Kurama, ever the dutiful son, had agreed to make it for her.
The herbs and vegetables involved in the recipe were easy enough. He was familiar enough with both human and demon seasonings to replace the Makai spices with normal ones, and he could freshen up any limp produce with a hint of his youki. However, he couldn't make yakitori without chicken, which had led to him racing to the local butcher's early on delivery day to get one of the birds before they sold out.
"S'cuse me miss, but could you let go of my chicken?" A voice came from his right. Glancing up, he saw that the other hand on the chicken belonged to an older man standing next to him.
"Miss?" the man repeated. Turning around, Kurama saw that yes, the man was talking to him.
"I'm not a miss," Kurama felt obliged to point out. He saw the man startle at the realization that Kurama's voice was, in fact, male. Taking advantage of the man's distraction, Kurama expertly slipped the package out of the man's now-slack hands and disappeared into the crowd before the poor man could even realize what was going on.
After all, he had not been known as one of the greatest thieves in Makai history for nothing.
And apparently, misjudging someone's gender could be quite distracting. Maybe he could use that as a new distraction technique? It was still a bit degrading to be mistaken for a female, though. Perhaps he would stick to more conventional means.
Oh well. At least he'd have the chicken for his family's supper that night.
Well, here's chapter 1! I hope you like it! If you have any advice on my writing, feel free to drop a review so I can write better stuff. And if you want to flame me, please justify your reasoning so that I can understand what I need to improve. Pointless and nonsensical flames will be ignored and left to sputter out.