Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid's Guide to Miko Hunting ❯ Mistletoe ( Chapter 15 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Pretty in Pink 
A case of "Who's fooling who?"
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.31.2008 | Updated On: 12.31.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 722 | Visits: 457 | Status: Work In Progress
A case of "Who's fooling who?"
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.31.2008 | Updated On: 12.31.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 722 | Visits: 457 | Status: Work In Progress
Written for The Deadliest Sin community’s [http://thedeadliestsin . Proboards55 . com/index . cgi] December 21st prompt “Mistletoe Mischief.”
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The Hybrid’s Guide to Miko Hunting
Mistletoe
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“Neechan! Neechan! Will you help me hang these?” The young boy held out two handfuls of white-berried leaves for his sister to see.
The older girl turned her attention from the book in her lap to the little boy. She smiled at the innocent hope in his blue eyes, but frowned in confusion when she spotted what he held in his chubby hands. “Mistletoe?”
He nodded enthusiastically, jumping to explain. “Uncle ‘Rama says that people are supposed to kiss when they’re under mistletoe.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be wanting to kiss anyone, toutochan?” she asked doubtfully.
“It’s not for me,” the boy said with a knit of his little brow. “Otousan and Okaasan have been fighting all day. But, if we hang these they’ll have to kiss and make up, right, neechan?
The older girl’s deep, crimson eyes softened with a smile. “C’mon, we’ll start in the living room.”
A few hours later, the little boy jumped up from his coloring book and ran to the door when he heard his parents announce their arrival. His mother smiled brilliantly for him and threw open her arms to catch him. His sister soon joined him at a more sedate pace and greeted their parents with a polite bow.
“I missed you while I was gone, akachan!” Kagome cooed to her son as she hugged him to her tightly and placed a loving kiss to the crown of his head.
Next, the boy hugged the male who had walked in and was now kicking off his boots on the rug in front of the door. Hiei patted his son’s head somewhat awkwardly; the sight of her mate trying to acquiesce to the boy’s thirst for affection made Kagome smile. He was a good father.
Hiei missed his son as he scampered back over to his mother and motioned for her to bend down. She stooped so the boy could whisper something conspiratorially in his mother’s ear, and the hiyoukai was once again struck at the resemblance. They shared the same brilliant sapphire eyes and high cheekbones. His little nose even looked like hers, small and sloping, very “cute,” if such a word was in the hybrid’s vocabulary. His daughter though, took after him. She had the same dark red eyes and wild hair, something she often complained about. Her disposition, though was a mixture of smoldering calm and radiant compassion. She wasn’t quick to smile, not like his son, but it took his breath away when she did.
Kagome blushed as her son pointed out the innocent sprig of mistletoe that hung above the doorway. She felt guilty now for worrying him; she and Hiei had been arguing about something inconsequential this morning before they left. The miko was embarrassed to realize that she couldn’t even remember what it was about.
She smiled nonetheless and came to stand face-to-face with him. She pointed above them and was delighted to see the almost innocent expression of confusion when he spotted the little plant just before she captured his lips.
Kurama stepped out of the kitchen and grinned when he saw them entwined under the mistletoe. His protective little friend now thoroughly distracted, he turned his mischievous green eyes to the other occupant of his own doorway. The young woman was paying him no mind, so he cleared his throat to catch her attention. She turned crimson eyes to him that never betrayed her surprise when he pointed to the mistletoe hanging above them.
He leaned in a little closer to her, but a moment later her glowing face was replaced with a scowling Hiei.
“Don’t even think it, fox.”
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Translations:
Otousan - respectful term for Father
Okaasan - respectful term for Mother
Neechan - older sister
Toutochan - younger brother
Akachan -very endearing term for baby
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The Hybrid’s Guide to Miko Hunting
Mistletoe
.
“Neechan! Neechan! Will you help me hang these?” The young boy held out two handfuls of white-berried leaves for his sister to see.
The older girl turned her attention from the book in her lap to the little boy. She smiled at the innocent hope in his blue eyes, but frowned in confusion when she spotted what he held in his chubby hands. “Mistletoe?”
He nodded enthusiastically, jumping to explain. “Uncle ‘Rama says that people are supposed to kiss when they’re under mistletoe.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be wanting to kiss anyone, toutochan?” she asked doubtfully.
“It’s not for me,” the boy said with a knit of his little brow. “Otousan and Okaasan have been fighting all day. But, if we hang these they’ll have to kiss and make up, right, neechan?
The older girl’s deep, crimson eyes softened with a smile. “C’mon, we’ll start in the living room.”
A few hours later, the little boy jumped up from his coloring book and ran to the door when he heard his parents announce their arrival. His mother smiled brilliantly for him and threw open her arms to catch him. His sister soon joined him at a more sedate pace and greeted their parents with a polite bow.
“I missed you while I was gone, akachan!” Kagome cooed to her son as she hugged him to her tightly and placed a loving kiss to the crown of his head.
Next, the boy hugged the male who had walked in and was now kicking off his boots on the rug in front of the door. Hiei patted his son’s head somewhat awkwardly; the sight of her mate trying to acquiesce to the boy’s thirst for affection made Kagome smile. He was a good father.
Hiei missed his son as he scampered back over to his mother and motioned for her to bend down. She stooped so the boy could whisper something conspiratorially in his mother’s ear, and the hiyoukai was once again struck at the resemblance. They shared the same brilliant sapphire eyes and high cheekbones. His little nose even looked like hers, small and sloping, very “cute,” if such a word was in the hybrid’s vocabulary. His daughter though, took after him. She had the same dark red eyes and wild hair, something she often complained about. Her disposition, though was a mixture of smoldering calm and radiant compassion. She wasn’t quick to smile, not like his son, but it took his breath away when she did.
Kagome blushed as her son pointed out the innocent sprig of mistletoe that hung above the doorway. She felt guilty now for worrying him; she and Hiei had been arguing about something inconsequential this morning before they left. The miko was embarrassed to realize that she couldn’t even remember what it was about.
She smiled nonetheless and came to stand face-to-face with him. She pointed above them and was delighted to see the almost innocent expression of confusion when he spotted the little plant just before she captured his lips.
Kurama stepped out of the kitchen and grinned when he saw them entwined under the mistletoe. His protective little friend now thoroughly distracted, he turned his mischievous green eyes to the other occupant of his own doorway. The young woman was paying him no mind, so he cleared his throat to catch her attention. She turned crimson eyes to him that never betrayed her surprise when he pointed to the mistletoe hanging above them.
He leaned in a little closer to her, but a moment later her glowing face was replaced with a scowling Hiei.
“Don’t even think it, fox.”
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Translations:
Otousan - respectful term for Father
Okaasan - respectful term for Mother
Neechan - older sister
Toutochan - younger brother
Akachan -very endearing term for baby