Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid's Guide to Miko Hunting ❯ Decisions, Decisions ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Pretty in Pink 
Death by mortification.
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.26.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 480 | Visits: 607 | Status: Work In Progress
Death by mortification.
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.26.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 480 | Visits: 607 | Status: Work In Progress
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The Hybrid’s Guide to Miko Hunting
Decisions, Decisions
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Light, regular, heavy, super, ultra thin, with wings, without wings, overnight…
Hiei gazed wearily down the never-ending shelves that looked to him less like an isle of feminine products and more like the path to his death. Who could have guessed that after surviving being thrown over a cliff at birth, the mighty hybrid would be brought down by… he read the label with a look of disgust: jumbo plastic applicator tampons.
Thinking back to the earlier conversation with his ailing mate, he tried to recall exactly which ones she’d said she wanted. At the time, he hadn’t been paying much attention to her words and had instead been focused on the dozen or so chocolate wrappers littering the floor around their bed.
His plan had been to march into this filthy store overrun with filthy, prattling humans, locate these “tampons,” and escape without attracting too much attention. He hadn’t counted on there being a million different variations of just this one little product.
He tried to reason through the labels. Jumbo: Kagome wasn’t big. He opened the box and peeked inside. But she’d had bigger than these little sticks. The swell of masculine pride was tempered by the reminder that he wouldn’t be enjoying her talents for a few days at least. Regular: She wasn’t even regular. His mate was one of the smallest human women he’d seen. Light: Now that’s something she was.
Deciding on the box labeled “light flow,” Hiei grabbed two of the brightly colored cases and turned to head to the front of the store. But, he stopped when a sudden thought hit him. What if these things weren’t based on size or weight? If he got the wrong one, he’d just have to come back and go through this humiliation all over again.
With a growl of frustration that earned him a few stares from the women in the isle, the hybrid grabbed one of each kind of the boxes. Red eyes promising death to anyone who got in his way, he made his way to the cash register.
As he waited in line, he made a promise to himself that he’d never do this again. Mate or not, she could buy her own damn “feminine products.” Then, remembering the miserable dullness in her blue eyes as she lay clutching her stomach in pain, Hiei lost his bravado.
No, he’d just have to get her pregnant.
Sighing in resignation, he headed back to the apartment. How in all the three worlds had he gotten himself into this?
The Hybrid’s Guide to Miko Hunting
Decisions, Decisions
.
Light, regular, heavy, super, ultra thin, with wings, without wings, overnight…
Hiei gazed wearily down the never-ending shelves that looked to him less like an isle of feminine products and more like the path to his death. Who could have guessed that after surviving being thrown over a cliff at birth, the mighty hybrid would be brought down by… he read the label with a look of disgust: jumbo plastic applicator tampons.
Thinking back to the earlier conversation with his ailing mate, he tried to recall exactly which ones she’d said she wanted. At the time, he hadn’t been paying much attention to her words and had instead been focused on the dozen or so chocolate wrappers littering the floor around their bed.
His plan had been to march into this filthy store overrun with filthy, prattling humans, locate these “tampons,” and escape without attracting too much attention. He hadn’t counted on there being a million different variations of just this one little product.
He tried to reason through the labels. Jumbo: Kagome wasn’t big. He opened the box and peeked inside. But she’d had bigger than these little sticks. The swell of masculine pride was tempered by the reminder that he wouldn’t be enjoying her talents for a few days at least. Regular: She wasn’t even regular. His mate was one of the smallest human women he’d seen. Light: Now that’s something she was.
Deciding on the box labeled “light flow,” Hiei grabbed two of the brightly colored cases and turned to head to the front of the store. But, he stopped when a sudden thought hit him. What if these things weren’t based on size or weight? If he got the wrong one, he’d just have to come back and go through this humiliation all over again.
With a growl of frustration that earned him a few stares from the women in the isle, the hybrid grabbed one of each kind of the boxes. Red eyes promising death to anyone who got in his way, he made his way to the cash register.
As he waited in line, he made a promise to himself that he’d never do this again. Mate or not, she could buy her own damn “feminine products.” Then, remembering the miserable dullness in her blue eyes as she lay clutching her stomach in pain, Hiei lost his bravado.
No, he’d just have to get her pregnant.
Sighing in resignation, he headed back to the apartment. How in all the three worlds had he gotten himself into this?