Ride like the Wind
Chapter 43

Hiei woke up that morning to see a bird sitting at his window. He stared at it for a few minutes, perplexed by how fat the pigeon was. He finally opened the window and let the bird perch on his hand.

As he watched the fat bird preen its feathers, he considered cooking it for breakfast but the thought escaped him when he saw a note tied to the bird's leg.

The hell…? He took the note off. What kind of cheap bastard would…? Oh hey. It's from Mukuro. I wonder what…?

The note read:

"Hiei

Right when you get this, come to Boston as fast as you can. We need to talk!

-Mukuro"

Wha…? I wonder what the hell could be up with her… Hiei thought for a second. Well, better get moving I guess…

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Boston, Massachusetts

Ow… I feel like someone went and kicked my ass for no reason at all. …Again. Bloody hell. Mukuro thought that morning. …Wait. Something doesn't feel right. Is it me or is there a breeze in here? She sat up and looked down. Oh. That's why. Must've drank too much.

She felt someone staring at her from the side and she looked to her right to see Kurama staring back at her topless and pants undone, a rake in his hands. No wait, it can't be Shuichi. Shuichi has green eyes. He has gold eyes now. So if it isn't Shuichi then who is it?

"Uh… Can I help you?" she asked, trying hard to keep the suspicion out of her voice.

Kurama stared at her for another minute and then hit her on the head with a rake.

"Ow! What the hell is your problem?!" She shook a fist at him.

Kurama smirked. "So your head isn't as soft as it was last night…"

"Last…? What the hell'd you do to me?!" Mukuro got no real answer except Kurama's maniacal laughter. "Oh god! As if once wasn't bad enough!"

"You should be grateful it was me and not that bisexual retard Hiei."

"Who are you and what'd you do to Shuichi?!"

He stopped staring lustfully at her bare chest to answer. "Oh and you're smarter than I thought. At least that makes up for your flat boobs."

"You can go to hell."

"Anyway… No, I'm not Shuichi. I'm Youko Kurama. I share this body with Shuichi and I occasionally get control over him like I do now. I should be able to transform since Shuichi's unconscious now…" He made sounds like he was constipated. "Dammit! Why am I not getting my body back?! Oh well…" A bullet barely missed his head.

At that moment, Kurama's eyes turned emerald and he stumbled out not looking back at Mukuro who was getting ready to fire again.

Youko damn you. What are you doing? Shuichi asked feeling his weariness coming over him.

You fool Youko thought. He turned back to the door that was slammed just when Youko took over again. I've had my fun. Now then. Let's get down to business. Knowing that dumb ass bisexual Hiei he'll probably show up. Now I just need to wait so I can… He felt something get pressed to the back of his head.

Oh god damn this woman… Kurama thought as he held up his hands in the air. "As if being shot once wasn't bad enough."

"Bring Shuichi back," Mukuro growled.

God, like I freaking stole him or something. "No, you stupid bitch! I can't because he's unconscious!"

"I don't give a damn! I like him a lot better than you! At least he didn't touch me while I'm asleep!"

"Oh, I didn't just touch you. I went all the way in and then you screamed and you said (BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP)!"

"I know what you did! And I never said that! I wouldn't be able to live if I said that!"

"Hey you should take it as a complement. I only did it because you had nice tits!"

"I thought you said they were flat."

"Yeah. A good kind of flat."

"No you didn't."

"Why, yes. Yes I did." Smug look.

What a horrible comeback. "Well if you don't I'll have to do you the hard way."

"As in what…?"

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And slam! Mukuro threw Kurama into a cell looking proud of herself.

"What the hell lady!" Kurama growled, shaking the bars.

"I said we were gonna have to do it the hard way so we did. If you decided to go the easy way I would have locked myself up or just kicked you out of the house til Shuichi comes back."

"Or we could go the moderate way and lock ourselves up and use your handcuffs to…"

She held up a hand. "I don't wanna know."

"Nobody locks up Youko Kurama! Nobody!"

"Okay, I fail to see how that's on topic but…"

"You know what? Screw you!" Kurama made sounds like he was constipated again. Suddenly a large amount of demon energy came and knocked Mukuro back.

"Goddamn! What the hell is…?!" She stopped when she saw not Shuichi but Youko Kurama! "You…"

Youko smirked. "I've finally made it back to my original form…."

"You weren't kidding…" Her eyes widened.

"What the hell do you mean 'You weren't kidding'?!" Youko shook a fist at her. "I'd be afraid if I were just a personality in that fag Shui-" Mukuro fired at him and purposed missed.

"No, Youko. A fag is not a male homosexual. I faggot is a bundle of sticks and a fag is a person carrying the sticks unless you wanna go by the British definition, a fag is a cigarette. I'd be a little afraid if it were a cigarette at my door."

"Yeah, sure…" Silence.

Mukuro sighed and shrugged. "I gotta go now. I made the mistake of getting stuck with the last one."

Just before she left, Youko said, "Hey wait."

"What?"

He pointed to his wrist.

"That's a wrist, Youko."

"No."

"I don't have a watch either. If you want the time just ask. Do you point to your crotch when you have to take a piss?" She walked out.

The silver fox sighed. That dumb ass Hiei can have her. He leaned on the bars. My Rose whip could cut through this easil…"ACK!" That stupid bitch didn't lock the goddamned cell! That… His thoughts wandered to several explicit adjectives and nouns.

"And this is when Youko Kurama makes his great escape…." He dashed out.

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"Guess what tomorrow is!" Raizen yelled as he smacked Yusuke on the back of the head.

"Ow! What the hell, you jack ass!" Yusuke growled as he punched him in the stomach. "And no, I don't know."

"You really don't know?"

"No, I don't."

"Maybe my magic towel would help." Raizen held up what looked like a thousand year old rag that have become discolored and smelled just like a few cows sat on it.

"Augh! Man get that gross thing away from me! It smells like cow shit! Did a cow leave a load on it or something!"

"As a matter of fact a cow did! And goddammit that is what made this damn towel so magical! I've had it since I was a wee," he indicated his height with his hand, "little… Thing-a-ma-jig!"

Yusuke held his nose, half fainting from the horrible stench. "I can tell."

"You wanna bull fight with it?" He waved it around. "Ole and whatever the hell the Italians say…"

"It's Spanish, Raizen. And no, I don't wanna bull fight."

"Oh, come on! It doesn't smell that bad!"

"Yes it does!"

"You're just sensitive."

"Shut it!"

Raizen froze. That aura. It's… He turned around to see Youko Kurama towering over him, a look of disinterest on his face. "You're… Youko Kurama! I didn't think you would be showing up anytime soon."

Youko's face turned green. "What is that nauseating odor that rapes my nostrils?"

"My magic towel? Goddammit, not you too!" He threw it on the ground. "Would you people just leave Towely alone?!"

"Oh my god! It's moving!" Yusuke's hair turned white.

Mukuro walked to the three to see what was going on. "I heard Yusuke screaming. Did you bring your towel out on him?" She asked Raizen.

"Not you too!" Raizen felt like banging his head on a wall.

"Whatever." She glanced at Youko. "You…! I thought I arrested you!"

Youko smirked. "You… Actually you didn't. You just threw me in the cell."

"Whatever. I locked the cell."

"No, you didn't. You forgot. You're the worst cop I've ever met. You can remember this as the day you almost captured Youko Kurama!" He added on a laugh to emphasize his point.

"You realize I did capture you right? I got you stuck in that cell for a few minutes so that counts as capturing you."

"You can remember this as the day you almost kept Youko Kurama in jail!"

"You're full of it."

"Well..." Youko stopped. His hair turned blood red and his golden eyes changed emerald. "The hell…?" Shuichi must be trying to gain control again.

Long silence. Raizen decided to say something which everyone figured was just to fill his urge to hear his own voice. "Youko Kurama's a genie!"

Kurama's eyes narrowed. "It's nice that you think that way." He turned back to Mukuro. "Just for the record, who are you?"

"You want to know?" Mukuro replied almost mockingly, her arms crossed. "Okay. Keep track. It's Mukuro W. P. Von Eikenberry Volks Klopstock Herder Eckhart Goethe Schiller Faust Schlegel Korner Arndt Ruckert Arnim Grimm Holder Kleist Eichendorff Morike Heine Gutzkow Freligrath Herwegh Hebbel Storm Schleswigdor Rosegger Nietzsche Busch Hoffaman-Donner Hauptmann Zuckmayer Strauss Kaiser Toller Fritz Werfel Brecht George Kolhenbeyer Bull Gunter Lenz Krolow Kirsch Kunze Kant Dlenzdorf Conrad Pope Gwendal Adams Jefferson Thompson Nemur Pippin Shakespeare Stuart Chamberlain Churchill Simpson Spencer Mary Marshall Winston Conner Normandy Wren Turner Jones Dyck Reynolds Romney Sandby Blake Ruskin Brown Morris Hilton Bacon Robinson Baron the second. But you can call me Mukuro."

"Or you can make her sound like a cow and call her Mumu," Raizen added.

"Call me that and I'll shoot you."

"…So what's the W. P. mean?" Yusuke asked, starting to feel brain dead.

"I know the W was for… Wendy, wasn't it?" Raizen replied.

"Yeah. My mother wanted me to have one name that she approved of apparently," Mukuro replied.

"What was the P?"

"….Peter."

"Say what?!"

"Supposedly my father really wanted a boy. So he tortured me with his name because he thought I would change into one at one point."

And that was when Yomi appeared. "MUKURO!" Heart.

"Hey, you wanna hear my ridiculously long name?" Raizen asked Kurama. "It's Raizen… Crap. His is Yusuke Urameshi Takashi Togashi…"

"Enough!" Kurama held his hand to the white haired demon's face. He pointed to Mukuro. "You! Crazy bitch! Did you tell that damn bisexual Hiei to come here?"

"Number one, it's Mukuro. And number two, what's with your obsession with Hiei being bi?" Mukuro asked, shoving Yomi away.

"You did. Didn't you?"

"Should you care?" She began to pistol whip Yomi to get him to stop hanging on her.

"I don't give a damn. But it's not me I'm asking for. I'm asking for Shuichi."

Hiei suddenly came running until he fell to his k ness in front of Mukuro, panting. "What…. The hell… Did… You want… Me… To… Come…. For…"

Mukuro frowned and kicked him in the crotch.

"Ow! What the hell? You called me all the way over her to kick me!"

"No. That was for last time and this is for this time." She slapped him and to make sure it hurt, she put her nails into it.

"Why…?" He stopped when Kurama lunged and choked him. That was when Hiei saw that…

Kurama's eyes weren't gold like he thought. They were emerald!

Shuichi?! Hiei thought feeling his breath start to cut off.

End chapter 43

Notes:
1. Mukuro's name- From Klopstock to Dlenzdorf are German writers. The rest were off the top of my head. As for Wend in her name, that came from her voice actor Wendy Powell.

Yeah. I'm getting braces put in on Thursday. I got spacers right now so I can't really eat much of the stuff I liked. Ugh… Gotta go. I gotta watch my sis get killed in Silent Hill 2.

Review please.