Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Jealous Construction ❯ Cruel Intentions ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter: 11

Author: Sozoku

Title: Jealous Construction

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, Dragonball Z or any of the characters except Yuki, Naoko and June. Don't steal…. Even though I know you won't.

Warning: Shounen-ai. If you don't like that then don't read it. No flames. My monsters eat flamers. Also there are some cruelty in chapter.

AN: Jinzouningen Juunanagou is Android 17!! Sorry if I confused you with the name. It's the Japanese version.

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Noraneko leaned against a trunk of a tree and ran a hand through his wet hair. He had just washed his hair at a lake and now was waiting for it to dry. He spared a glance at Juunanagou's motionless body for a second and frowned. The jinzouningen still hadn't woken up and it was starting to worry him a little. Well that was a complete lie…Noraneko didn't really care about the jinzouningen.

Although he didn't show it, Noraneko was still terrified of Juunanagou. Not only did the jinzouningen threaten to kill him, if he did anything stupid, but Juunanagou liked to mess with peoples minds at times, which Noraneko did not enjoy. There were also times where he couldn't fall asleep thinking that Juunanagou would kill him. Juunanagou was like a sadistic child, if he ever got bored with something, he could simply get rid it. Noraneko was afraid that he would be the one that Juunanagou would get rid of.

In the back of Noraneko's mind something screamed that Juunanagou was a murder, a killer. It told him to run away while he still had the chance. It said that Juunanagou would kill him, if the jinzouningen ever got the chance. Although his heart whispered that Juunanagou was just a confused and needed help. That he could soothe Juunanagou's bloodlust with his tender heart.

Noraneko squashed that last thought immediately and snorted. At the very moment he was tempted to leave the psycho and find him way out of the forest himself, but he wasn't. That would be very coldhearted of him to do, if he had lift Juunanagou sick in the forest all alone. There would be no doing that.

'And besides…Yuki would get mad at me.' Noraneko thought and suddenly covered his face with his hands. A sudden horrified expression on his face. Ever since he had met Juunanagou in the forest. He hadn't really thought about his lover. He had been too upset to even think about the redhead. 'What a horrible boyfriend-'

"What are you looking at, ningen."

Noraneko's eyes slowly began to focus on Juunanagou, who was sitting up from the ground. "Juunanagou?"

Juunanagou dusted the dirt off of his shirt and without warning became still. He slowly turned to Noraneko with a frosty look on his usually neutral face and demanded. "What happened to me?"

"I-I don't know. One minute you were making fun of my boyfriend and then next you dropped to the ground like you were dead." Noraneko explained turning away from the jinzouningen's face and mumbled something else under his breath.

"Then what?" Juunanagou crossed his arms and glared daggers into the ningen's back. Noraneko mumbled something again, but he couldn't hear it. It was starting to annoy him very much. "Speak louder, ningen. I can't hear you when you're mumbling."

"Don't worry about it. You just worry about getting better." Noraneko taunted, rolling his eyes. Juunanagou sniffed as his lip curled into a sneer.

"Get better? I'm perfectly fine. Unlike you ningens, I never get sick."

"Whatever, Juu-kun."Noraneko mumbled and didn't understand Juunanagou the strange look the Jinzouningen just given him. He decided to ignore it and continued. "If you were so perfect. You wouldn't have been unconscious for two days."

'Two days?!' Juunanagou hid his surprise very well and shook his head. 'I don't understand! I was made to be perfect… I'm starting to sound like that green-freak now. First I was coughing up blood and then I'm falling unconscious for no reasons. What is going on inside of me?!'

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"That thing is not Yuki, 'Ten! Yuki would never look at me like that!" Trunks shouted pacing back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back. "He looked like he didn't even recognize me!"

Goten shook his head and covered his eyes. He was getting dizzy from watching Trunks pace back and forth. "I told you, Trunks."

"Shut up, 'Ten! I don't want to hear anything from you." Trunks shouted angrily and started to apologize when he saw a flash of hurt go through his friend's eyes. He suddenly felt like he just kicked a newborn puppy. "Sorry, 'Ten. I'm just upset that…that monster wasn't Yuki."

"It's okay, Trunks! I understand." Goten beamed brightly at Trunks as if Trunks had never hurt his feelings. Trunks nodded sharply and went back to pacing around.

"We have to do something, Goten." Goten's back stiffened hearing his name come out of his best friend's mouth. Whenever Trunks was serious or wanted to play a prank on someone. He would always use Goten's full name. "We have to get rid of that impersonator."

Goten gasped covering his mouth just realizing something. "T-Trunks, maybe that monster killed Yuki-san!"

Trunks froze in his pacing and slowly turned to Goten with a fire in his eyes. "Take that back! Take that back, GOTEN!" He narrowed his eyes looking just like his father at the moment. "Yuki would never get killed by t-that freak! Yuki is that best fighter ever!"

"Okay, Okay! I understand!" Goten whined never flinching under his best friend's glare. He was use to Trunks' temper already.

With another glare sent to Goten, Trunks turned sharply on his heels and went back to pacing. He paused in taking another step as an idea popped into his mind. He turned to Goten with a smirk on his face. "I think I have an idea."

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Mirai hesitated in eating another sip from his drink and sifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was in the kitchen with his mother and father and tense was very high. So high you could cut it with a knife. Although his mother seemed obvious it, she continued to talk cheerfully about her new invention.

"Well I'm done!" Bulma stood up from her chair and instantly a robot appeared and took her dish. She ignored the machine and smiled at her family. "I'll see you guys later. I have some business to do in the lab and boys… be nice."

Mirai glanced nervously in Vejita's direction and started to fidget. He had to apologize to his father even though it was Vejita was kicked his ass at the end. He sighed loudly.

"Boy…This is the third time you've did that. Its annoying me. Stop it." Vejita voiced not looking up from his meal. Mirai nodded sharply and went back to staring at him plate.

'Uh this is getting me nowhere. I have to say something.' Mirai cleared his throat and turned his eyes towards Vejita. "So father, how was training?"

Vejita paused in eating and looked at him warily. "What?"

Mirai once again fidgeted under Vejita's gaze and repeated nervously. "I said, how was training."

There was a complete silence.

"Fine."

"Really…While…uh…" It surprised Mirai that his father had spoken to him and he quickly tried to keep the conversation going before Vejita ignored him again. "Did you have fun?"

'All man that wasn't what I meant to say!' Mirai mentally kicked himself.

"Fun? Training isn't suppose to be fun, boy." The prince said the word fun like it was a disease. "Real warriors don't have fun when training."

"Gohan-sensei sometimes made training fun." Mirai pointed out, remembering his former mentor. Vejita raised an eyebrow and sneered.

"Like I said. Real warriors don't have fun while training." As if the conversation was over, Vejita went back to eating. Mirai glared angrily at his past father and demanded.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that Gohan-sensei wasn't a real warrior?!" A flash of anger sparked in Mirai's blue eyes. "Gohan-sensei was a real warrior."

Vejita looked up and stared at him, curiously. Like he was looking at an interesting creature that just crawled from beneath his boot. "Is that so?"

"Y-Yeah Gohan-sensei was the best ever alive." Mirai stuttered the first part, but gained some confidence as he continued to speak.

"Was."

It was then that Mirai snapped. No one talked about Gohan like that. No one, not even his father. He stood up quickly, knocking him chair loudly on the ground and slammed his hands on the table. Mirai blew a piece of purple hair away from his eyes and was about to tell his father off when a familiar cheerful voice made him pause.

"Hey Mirai! What's the fuss about?"

Mirai looked in the doorway of the kitchen to see no other than Son Goku. A blush of embarrassment formed on his cheeks. How embarrassing! Goku had caught him just he was about to tell his father off. "H-Hi Goku-san."

As if he didn't feel the tense between the two family members, Goku smiled and turned to Vejita. "Hey Vejita, you still up for a little spar?" He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. "I think I need a little workout before I go back home."

'Riiight. A workout. Just say it, Goku-san. We all know that you're just here to fuck my Father.' Mirai thought crossly and blinked in surprise when he saw the bewildered expressions on his father and Goku's face. He suddenly slapped his hand over his mouth with wide horrified eyes. Did he just speak his thoughts out loud?!

Still seeing the expressions on the older man's faces, Mirai guessed he did.

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Yuki stood on top of a tree and gazed into the distance. For once, he wished he had a Jagan Eye on his forehead like Hiei did. Then maybe he would be able to find Noraneko quicker.

He narrowed his eyes as he spotted someone moving throughout the forest. It was unusual how he could sense no energy coming from the person and yet feel the icy aura coming from the boy. Deciding to investigate, Yuki leaped down from the tall tree.

With a soft thud he landed safely in behind the of stranger and stood up. Yuki opened his mouth to speak, but the stranger with no ki spoke.

"What do you want?" The stranger turned around to glare into Yuki's face. It had startled the redhead for a moment before he recovered, putting on a polite smile.

"I'm sorry, if I am bothering you, but have you seen a boy with brownish red hair and brown eyes?" Yuki pointed to his eyes at the last part. The stranger stared at him as if he recognized Yuki and smirked.

"Maybe."

Yuki's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer toward the black-haired stranger until he was a couple inches from the stranger's body. He tilted his head to the side and inhaled. Ruby eyes narrowed slowly into slits.

"What the hell are you? A dog?" The stranger demanded placing his hand on his hip. He didn't seem fazed when Yuki voice turned suddenly very cold.

"You smell like my Noraneko-chan." Yuki glared into unemotional eyes and clenched his fist. "Why do you smell like Noraneko-chan."

"Oh the boy. I didn't know who you were talking about at first." The stranger chuckled still unresponsive to Yuki's behavior. "I know who you're talking about now. The loudmouth boy with the cute face? Yeah I met him."

Yuki remained silent and continued to glare daggers into amused blue eyes. It was then that Yuki realized that the black-haired stranger was playing with his emotions. He didn't know Noraneko; the stranger was probably trying to trick him. The redhead closed his eyes trying to calm down his anger and forced on a very tight smile.

"I think I should be going. Now if you can excuse me." Yuki was about to walk past when the stranger spoke again.

"Where do you think you're going, ningen? I can't let you leave knowing that you'll tell someone about me."

Yuki paused in his place and looked at the stranger. He suddenly had a bad feeling about this. "What?"

"You didn't think I was going to let you just walk by me, did you?" Icy blue eyes glowed with deadly gleam. "I got plans and I don't need no filthy ningen messing them up."

"Ningen?" Yuki chuckled and smiled, brushing a loose hair out of his face. "I think you got it all wrong, sir. I am not a ningen."

"Hmmm… I seems as though we got something in common then." The black-haired boy smirked in amusement, but soon his face became intense. "Although I still have to kill you. It's noting personal okay. I just don't want you ruining my plans."

"And can I have the name of my killer then?" The stranger raised an eyebrow at Yuki's question, but replied. Although he knew that Yuki was being sarcastic, he still answered.

"Jinzouningen Juunanagou."

"Juunanagou? Mirai-" Yuki was cut off, startled to see the jinzouningen materialize in front of him. What had surprised Yuki wasn't the jinzouningen's speed, but the wintry smirk planted on the jinzouningen's lips. It was then that Yuki regretted getting distracted when he felt a rush of pain go through his stomach.

"So you do know me after all." Juunanagou taunted driving his hand, brutally into Yuki's stomach. Yuki opened his mouth to let out a mute scream. He could actually feel Juunanagou's hand slowly forcing his way into his body and shuddered. "I'm surprised. Not many people know about my existence. I'm honored to hear that someone knows about me."

It seemed Juunanagou was satisfied to see his hand emerge from Yuki's back and wiggled his fingers, childishly. With a grunt, he carelessly shoved Yuki off his arm and watched closely as the redhead fell on the ground. Ruby eyes widened in pain and lips opened in unheard cry.

"Why…?"

"Like I said before, it's nothing personal." Juunanagou responded with a pleased gleam in his eyes. He kneeled down by the blooding redhead and fingered the boy's locks, crudely. He seemed to enjoy the anguished expression on Yuki's face. "But don't worry, Yuki-chan. I'll take care of your Noraneko-chan while you're…away. I'll be a good gentlemen."

The jinzouningen snorted at his last sentence as he let go of Yuki's hair. Ignoring the redhead's protest, he stood up and walked away without even a glance back. Although as he walked away an unreadable look appeared on his face.

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Noraneko's head snapped to see Juunanagou step into camp and instantly he saw blood dripping from the Juunanagou's hands. He quickly stood up and rushed over to the jinzouningen in concern.

"Are you alright, Juunanagou?" Noraneko grabbed Juunanagou's bloody arm only to have it pulled out of his grip.

"I'm fine." Juunanagou said coldly glaring into Noraneko's face. "So get out of my way."

"Hold on, you're blooding!" Noraneko exclaimed pointed angry at the jinzouningen's arm and blinked in surprise when Juunanagou shrugged, as if he didn't care he was hurt. "Don't you want to me patch it up?"

Juunanagou turned his back to the ningen and halted in his next step. "The blood isn't mine."

"What? Then whose is it?" The ningen asked innocently staring at the jinzouningen's back.

"Let's just say… that whoever blood this is. Isn't living anymore." Juunanagou chuckled without amusement as he went off to clean his arm. Noraneko stared at the spot the jinzouningen with a confused expression on his face.

"What was that suppose to mean?"

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