Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted To You ❯ A2Y5 ( Chapter 5 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Youko-Kurama 
Meet Yang...heh heh.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.21.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 731 | Status: Completed
Meet Yang...heh heh.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.21.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 731 | Status: Completed
*Saku sighs heavily and wipes forehead* "Well...I'm finally finished my finals and I can get back to posting my stories ^ ^. Please excuse the somewhat 'course' language that pops up in my work, it will most likely become more graphic in future chappies. Uhhh.....Happy reading! ^-^;;
-Saku
Hiei's scowl deepened. "What's with that rug on your head?" he snarled, indicating Kuwabara's tuff of bright orange hair. "I don't know whether to stab it with a fork or scrape it off with a shovel."
Kurama wished he were somewhere else. ANYWHERE else. Kuwabara leaned close to the cocky new guy; "You're short."
"You're ugly."
"I should beat you."
"Don't make me laugh."
"Cocky little bastard aren't you?"
Hiei clenched his fists, his eyes glinting a dangerous crimson. Students were rushing all around them now, oblivious to the escalating battle of testosterone that was forming. One girl shoved through the crowd, bumping carelessly into Kurama who bumped into Kuwabara, sending him flying towards Hie who was totally unprepared for the sudden assult. Needless to say, the large teen flattened the smaller against the locker. "Ah! Get OFF me, nympho!" Hiei shouted a little too loudly; those left in the halls stopped to stare and Kuwabara turned red in the face. His moving away from the locker revealed a traumatized Hiei with abnormally wide eyes. Kurama had to fight the urge to say something. The jokes would have to wait. Disgusted, Hiei brushed himself off as Kurama put a hand on both his and Kuwabara's shoulder.
"Hiei, meet Kuwabara. Kuwabara, meet Hiei."
He was rewarded with two blank stares. Hiei recovered from the moment and brushed the red head's hand away. "Hn."
Kuwabara's face was slowly returning to its normal shade of tan and he turned away, folding his arms defiantly. "I don't care who he is! I already know WHAT he is: a punk."
Hiei was taken aback, "I'm not a punk!"
Kuwabara turned to face him, "Oh yeah? Why are you dressed in black? Why is your hair spiked, huh? Where'd you get your attitude? 'Punks 'R Us'?"
Hiei responded by baring his teeth at the stupid oaf, "Moron."
"Uh, guys?" Kurama interrupted, "I'd love to stand here and watch you two pick at each other's egos but if we don't get moving, we're all gonna be late for class."
* * *
As it turned out, Hiei was in Kurama's music class as well as his gym class and Kurama couldn't help but gawk when Hiei was once again introduced to the class. Hiei took up a seat in the organized crowd of students holding flutes. "Are you certain this is your instrument of choice? It will be yours for the remainder of the school year." Their music teacher gruffed, twisting the tip of his moustache between his forefinger and thumb. His beady blue eyes regarded the small teen with skepticism. Hiei picked up a shiny, silver flute from the shelf next to him and examined it before answering. "Yes. I'm sure."
Nodding new approval, the teacher turned to Kurama, who was seated in his usual location behind the school's only grand piano. "Will you start us off then, Minamino? How about 'Ode To Rain', let's begin with that. Ready class?" He tapped his tempo stick on his music stand and cleared his throat. The sound of students rustling through music notes followed as the class tried desperately to keep up with their hasty instructor's musical whims. "Wait sir! I'm not ready!" One boy called out amidst the rustling papers. He was rewarded with an exasperated sigh and a sharp, "Hurry up."
Kurama glanced at Hiei, who had opened his notes and was reading them over. He looked so.... Focused. Kurama found himself wondering if Hiei already knew how to play the flute. He was still pondering this when the teacher instructed him to play the intro. Totally missing his cue, it took a loud, "Kurama!" to snap him from his thoughts. Blushing, the red head began to play, his fingers danced gracefully across the keys and the teacher nodded to himself, Minamino was a natural pianist. A little distracted maybe, but a definite musician.
After playing a number of songs and going through a lecture on timing the bell rang and everyone filed out of class yawning and complaining about their next one. Kurama headed to his debate class with an equal disposition, although he did like that class....
* * *
"Arg! I'm such a moron!" Slamming his locker loudly in the empty hallway, Kurama leaned on it and looked up at the ceiling. "Figures, I'd forget my project on the date it's DUE." Frustrated, he slid to the floor and sighed, hands at his sides. Debate class was a fairly challenging class and thus, one of the red head's favorites. It wasn't like him to forget his schoolwork at home. Yusuke would be proud of him. Realizing this, Kurama laughed at himself, " It seems I'm not as responsible as he believes me to be." Getting off the floor, he made his way back to class empty-handed.
* * *
Upon his return, Kurama found the classroom a noisy mass of chaotic classmates and paper airplanes, he stood in the doorway with fairly wide eyes and made no move to enter.
"Teacher's dead!" A boy by the name of Yang shouted.
"Aw, shut up, Yang! She's just fainted."
Kurama's eyes widened almost to their limits at this. "WHAT?!"
Kuwabara stopped arguing with the navy blue haired boy wearing florescent yellow slacks and a matching tie and waved Kurama inside. "She was just taken away on a stretcher, 'Rama! You should have seen it! She was all 'Okay class, let's see who gets to present their project first today,' and then she just fell over!"
Kurama sat in his desk next to him somewhat overwhelmed by the news. Yusuke and Yang made their way over from the other side of the room; Yusuke, with a huge grin plastered on his mug and Yang, a bored expression on his.
"Mrs. Letto dropped like a rock! Where were you, Kurama?" Yusuke demanded, sitting on the redhead's desk, his green jumpsuit rustling as he did so. Kurama leaned back in his chair. "Looking for my debate project, I forgot it at home."
"Yeah, well you missed one helluva--wait. Did you say you left your homework at HOME??" Yusuke's eyes bugged like Kurama knew they would. Yang leaned over Kuwabara to peer exageratively close to Kurama's head of rose colored hair. "NANI?? KURAMA forgot his HOMEWORK?" he practically announced to the world. Yang naturally had a loud voice and Kurama guessed it must have been passed down from the long line of gorillas that made up his family tree. (And what with such a big mouth, why shouldn't he demand attention?) Attention was exactly what they got. The classroom got alot quieter then and all eyes were on Kurama, who shrank down into his seat and growled in Yang's direction. Yang ignored all this and leaned down closer to him, pressing down Kuwabara's head in the process.
"Ow! I can't breath Yang!" Protested the orange-haired teen. Kuwabara was rewarded with Yang's full body weight pressing down on him, his torso now almost between his own legs. "Yang! Ahh! BASTARD!!"
"I bet that's why the teacher fainted. Ha!" Yang tugged playfully on Kurama's hair, pressing the folded Kuwabara further between his own legs. Yusuke kicked his feet back and forth while clapping his hands like a five-year old. Kurama slapped away Yang's hand and stuck out his tongue. "I'm only human you know. It's not like I never forget things. And I can't believe Mrs. Letto's gone to the hospital. She seemed fine when I asked to go to my locker."
Yusuke shrugged. A paper airplane hit Yang in the forehead and he snatched it and threw it back to its owner, laughing and climbing over tables to catch the many others zooming above.
"I'm guessing they don't have any subsitutes available to watch us today." Yusuke commented. Kurama watched as a group of guys commenced in a sword fight of meter sticks which led to running and hollering swearwords and threats of atomic wedgies at eachother. The girls-on the other hand- were huddled together in their own group of chatter, gossip and giggles.
"Well at least we don't gotta do any work." Kuwabara reminded Kurama, rubbing his head and relishing his newfound freedom from Yang.
"Yeah. I'm saved." Blowing out a large breath of air, the redhead lay his head on the only part of his desk Yusuke wasn't sitting on. This was going to be boring....
TBC.
Note: I know, horrible place to stop...But I can only type so much at the office. lol. ^ ^;;;
-Saku
-Saku
Hiei's scowl deepened. "What's with that rug on your head?" he snarled, indicating Kuwabara's tuff of bright orange hair. "I don't know whether to stab it with a fork or scrape it off with a shovel."
Kurama wished he were somewhere else. ANYWHERE else. Kuwabara leaned close to the cocky new guy; "You're short."
"You're ugly."
"I should beat you."
"Don't make me laugh."
"Cocky little bastard aren't you?"
Hiei clenched his fists, his eyes glinting a dangerous crimson. Students were rushing all around them now, oblivious to the escalating battle of testosterone that was forming. One girl shoved through the crowd, bumping carelessly into Kurama who bumped into Kuwabara, sending him flying towards Hie who was totally unprepared for the sudden assult. Needless to say, the large teen flattened the smaller against the locker. "Ah! Get OFF me, nympho!" Hiei shouted a little too loudly; those left in the halls stopped to stare and Kuwabara turned red in the face. His moving away from the locker revealed a traumatized Hiei with abnormally wide eyes. Kurama had to fight the urge to say something. The jokes would have to wait. Disgusted, Hiei brushed himself off as Kurama put a hand on both his and Kuwabara's shoulder.
"Hiei, meet Kuwabara. Kuwabara, meet Hiei."
He was rewarded with two blank stares. Hiei recovered from the moment and brushed the red head's hand away. "Hn."
Kuwabara's face was slowly returning to its normal shade of tan and he turned away, folding his arms defiantly. "I don't care who he is! I already know WHAT he is: a punk."
Hiei was taken aback, "I'm not a punk!"
Kuwabara turned to face him, "Oh yeah? Why are you dressed in black? Why is your hair spiked, huh? Where'd you get your attitude? 'Punks 'R Us'?"
Hiei responded by baring his teeth at the stupid oaf, "Moron."
"Uh, guys?" Kurama interrupted, "I'd love to stand here and watch you two pick at each other's egos but if we don't get moving, we're all gonna be late for class."
* * *
As it turned out, Hiei was in Kurama's music class as well as his gym class and Kurama couldn't help but gawk when Hiei was once again introduced to the class. Hiei took up a seat in the organized crowd of students holding flutes. "Are you certain this is your instrument of choice? It will be yours for the remainder of the school year." Their music teacher gruffed, twisting the tip of his moustache between his forefinger and thumb. His beady blue eyes regarded the small teen with skepticism. Hiei picked up a shiny, silver flute from the shelf next to him and examined it before answering. "Yes. I'm sure."
Nodding new approval, the teacher turned to Kurama, who was seated in his usual location behind the school's only grand piano. "Will you start us off then, Minamino? How about 'Ode To Rain', let's begin with that. Ready class?" He tapped his tempo stick on his music stand and cleared his throat. The sound of students rustling through music notes followed as the class tried desperately to keep up with their hasty instructor's musical whims. "Wait sir! I'm not ready!" One boy called out amidst the rustling papers. He was rewarded with an exasperated sigh and a sharp, "Hurry up."
Kurama glanced at Hiei, who had opened his notes and was reading them over. He looked so.... Focused. Kurama found himself wondering if Hiei already knew how to play the flute. He was still pondering this when the teacher instructed him to play the intro. Totally missing his cue, it took a loud, "Kurama!" to snap him from his thoughts. Blushing, the red head began to play, his fingers danced gracefully across the keys and the teacher nodded to himself, Minamino was a natural pianist. A little distracted maybe, but a definite musician.
After playing a number of songs and going through a lecture on timing the bell rang and everyone filed out of class yawning and complaining about their next one. Kurama headed to his debate class with an equal disposition, although he did like that class....
* * *
"Arg! I'm such a moron!" Slamming his locker loudly in the empty hallway, Kurama leaned on it and looked up at the ceiling. "Figures, I'd forget my project on the date it's DUE." Frustrated, he slid to the floor and sighed, hands at his sides. Debate class was a fairly challenging class and thus, one of the red head's favorites. It wasn't like him to forget his schoolwork at home. Yusuke would be proud of him. Realizing this, Kurama laughed at himself, " It seems I'm not as responsible as he believes me to be." Getting off the floor, he made his way back to class empty-handed.
* * *
Upon his return, Kurama found the classroom a noisy mass of chaotic classmates and paper airplanes, he stood in the doorway with fairly wide eyes and made no move to enter.
"Teacher's dead!" A boy by the name of Yang shouted.
"Aw, shut up, Yang! She's just fainted."
Kurama's eyes widened almost to their limits at this. "WHAT?!"
Kuwabara stopped arguing with the navy blue haired boy wearing florescent yellow slacks and a matching tie and waved Kurama inside. "She was just taken away on a stretcher, 'Rama! You should have seen it! She was all 'Okay class, let's see who gets to present their project first today,' and then she just fell over!"
Kurama sat in his desk next to him somewhat overwhelmed by the news. Yusuke and Yang made their way over from the other side of the room; Yusuke, with a huge grin plastered on his mug and Yang, a bored expression on his.
"Mrs. Letto dropped like a rock! Where were you, Kurama?" Yusuke demanded, sitting on the redhead's desk, his green jumpsuit rustling as he did so. Kurama leaned back in his chair. "Looking for my debate project, I forgot it at home."
"Yeah, well you missed one helluva--wait. Did you say you left your homework at HOME??" Yusuke's eyes bugged like Kurama knew they would. Yang leaned over Kuwabara to peer exageratively close to Kurama's head of rose colored hair. "NANI?? KURAMA forgot his HOMEWORK?" he practically announced to the world. Yang naturally had a loud voice and Kurama guessed it must have been passed down from the long line of gorillas that made up his family tree. (And what with such a big mouth, why shouldn't he demand attention?) Attention was exactly what they got. The classroom got alot quieter then and all eyes were on Kurama, who shrank down into his seat and growled in Yang's direction. Yang ignored all this and leaned down closer to him, pressing down Kuwabara's head in the process.
"Ow! I can't breath Yang!" Protested the orange-haired teen. Kuwabara was rewarded with Yang's full body weight pressing down on him, his torso now almost between his own legs. "Yang! Ahh! BASTARD!!"
"I bet that's why the teacher fainted. Ha!" Yang tugged playfully on Kurama's hair, pressing the folded Kuwabara further between his own legs. Yusuke kicked his feet back and forth while clapping his hands like a five-year old. Kurama slapped away Yang's hand and stuck out his tongue. "I'm only human you know. It's not like I never forget things. And I can't believe Mrs. Letto's gone to the hospital. She seemed fine when I asked to go to my locker."
Yusuke shrugged. A paper airplane hit Yang in the forehead and he snatched it and threw it back to its owner, laughing and climbing over tables to catch the many others zooming above.
"I'm guessing they don't have any subsitutes available to watch us today." Yusuke commented. Kurama watched as a group of guys commenced in a sword fight of meter sticks which led to running and hollering swearwords and threats of atomic wedgies at eachother. The girls-on the other hand- were huddled together in their own group of chatter, gossip and giggles.
"Well at least we don't gotta do any work." Kuwabara reminded Kurama, rubbing his head and relishing his newfound freedom from Yang.
"Yeah. I'm saved." Blowing out a large breath of air, the redhead lay his head on the only part of his desk Yusuke wasn't sitting on. This was going to be boring....
TBC.
Note: I know, horrible place to stop...But I can only type so much at the office. lol. ^ ^;;;
-Saku