Title: Jealousy: Youko style!
Written by: Sano
Anime: Yu Yu Hakusho
Disclaimer: YYH will never belong to me, but if it did, then little kids wouldn't be allowed to watch the show now would they?
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CHAPTER TWO: The sexy fire demon is mine
"Arigato!" Kurama shouted after the huge transporter bug, its spindly legs pumping furiously. Picking up his duffel bag from the ground, he slung it over his shoulder and tied Hiei's katana to the belt on his waist. Combing out the snarls in his hair, he started the short trek to Mukuro's fortress.
After mapping out his 'get Hiei home' plan, Kurama had called his secretary to inform her of a week-long absence (to which she almost cried out in joy for), packed up his things and went straight to the Reikai. Then Kurama approached Koenma for a pass to the Makai and the little ruler gave him one without question. Well, except maybe to ask him whether he intended to kill anybody.
Kurama only smiled in response.
Yuusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei and Kurama, as former Reikai tantei who had risked their lives countless times in the past, were given some privileges, such as the transport between the three worlds without question. Besides, having his blood spilt on a weekly basis definitely warranted him some rewards. He'd always hated lying to Kaasan about his numerous injuries. She worried about him so much she'd almost hired a bodyguard to watch him all the time back in high school, definitely not his finest moment as a legendary youko.
Kurama breathed in the fresh pine scent of the Makai. Although the creatures inhabiting it ranged from unpleasant to downright creepy, the charms and irks of the demon world hit the kitsune with a wave of nostalgia. He wouldn't mind living in the Makai full-time again, but that dream would have to wait.
The bug-like structure that described Mukuro's fortress came into view and the redhead shuddered in disbelief. If anyone asked him what he thought of the piece of architecture (Or whatever it's called), he would've said that Mukuro needed to tap into her feminine side, whatever's left of it anyway. Even Yomi's territory, with its endless flashes of lightning and insanely bright lights, was more appealing.
And Yomi was blind!
A youkai guard was stationed in front of the fortress and the youko went ahead to speak to him. Kurama put on his best 'legendary youko' face and said, "My name is Youko Kurama and I'm here to see Hiei." Authority was the way to go to get what you want.
Unfortunately, having girly looks didn't help matters much.
The youkai's beady little eyes leered at the redhead, going as far as to scan him from head to toe. Kurama tried not to shiver in disgust.
"You're a pretty little thing. The master is out, but if you want, you can wait out here with me." The disgusting youkai reached out a hand to touch one of Kurama's brilliant red side locks and found himself sprawled on the floor with a nasty-looking whip wrapped around his bloated neck. He suddenly felt a very threatening flash of youki from the other demon and tried not to swallow or else he would have a new orifice for breathing.
The youko's eyes flashed golden. "Then I'll see Mukuro."
The youkai guard led Kurama through the fortress to Mukuro's training area, keeping as much distance between himself and the powerful youko. Though he tried to preserve the few shreds of dignity he had left, he couldn't keep himself from shivering in fear.
Kurama barely noticed. He was too busy memorizing the way back. He still didn't know what he would say to Mukuro, but he had a fairly good idea of what he wanted to do to the bionic bitch.
After a multitude of twists and turns that would've driven a lesser youkai thief crazy, they arrived in front of a heavily carved door. Numerous wards crisscrossed over its surface, probably for protection to outsiders, an S-class youkai in training emitted such powerful amounts of youki that even a small whiff could reduce a lower level youkai into a melted puddle on the floor.
The guard lifted a brass knocker and knocked three times, turning to Kurama he said, "Mukuro-sama's assistant will be with you shortly." Then the youkai wandered off hurriedly, muttering something about guarding duties and overzealous youkos.
A few moments later, an eyeball with little wings popped through the heavy door and stood in front of Kurama regally, well, as regal as one can stand without legs. "Kurama-san, Mukuro-sama will see you now." The door swung open with a resounding creak and the youko stepped in cautiously.
Calling this place a training area would be an understatement; Mukuro's training area was as large as the Ankoku Bujutsukai stadium!
Various exercise equipment and deadly weapons lined the walls: swords, scimitars, jeweled daggers and other weapons that Kurama never even knew existed decorated the stone-washed walls. In the middle of the room was a large training ring, and that's where he found Mukuro, her youki swirling around her body as she levitated in the air.
Kurama had to clear his throat twice before Mukuro turned around to regard him with such a fake amile that his hand itched to launch one of her precious daggers straight at her face.
"Why, Kurama, it's been so long since we've last seen each other!" Her feet touched the floor gently and she folded her hands over her chest, regarding him haughtily. "What brings you here?"
The youko faced Mukuro's snobbishness head on, also crossing his arms in front of him. "Well, I'm here to see Hiei."
"I believe I just sent my heir to break up a bit of trouble in one of my strongholds. I don't think he'll be back until two days from now." The youko didn't miss her emphasis on the words 'my heir.' He knew his lover's duties; he didn't need a reminder of the job that kept Hiei apart from him. The last few lonely nights were reminder enough.
"I don't see why you have to send him on missions that a B-class youkai can handle, Mukuro. Hiei turned S-class 4 years ago, so these lengthy training sessions are already pointless, hasn't he already proven himself worthy as your heir?" Kurama sighed in exasperation.
"Hiei is my heir, the future of my kingdom. He needs to attend to duties, no matter how menial they are." Mukuro said as she wiped her face with a towel.
"I know that, but he needs to go home to his family once in a while too."
The demon world ruler brushed off his comment nonchalantly. "Hiei is a demon, and a very strong one at that. He doesn't need anyone." Then, Mukuro's tone turned mocking.
"He doesn't need you, Kurama."
Although there wasn't any truth in those words, they still hit Kurama with the subtlety of a baseball bat to the gut.
Don't kill her… don't kill her… I know it would be fun… but don't kill her…
It was a testament to Shiori's influence that Kurama didn't follow the tempting thoughts circling his pretty little head. "I'll forget what you just said." He took a deep, calming breath and took a step forward, "I'm here to propose an alteration to Hiei's training schedule. I kno-"
"I have a better idea." Mukuro cut in.
Kurama raised an eyebrow in question. "What is it?"
"A match, right here, right now. No rules."
It was like a gift from heaven.
"The winner gets Hiei."
The youko smiled once and dropped his things on the floor.
"Deal."
To be continued…
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