Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted To You ❯ Goooood Morning... ( Chapter 11 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Youko-Kurama 
Wakey wakey Kurama and Hiei. It's day number two....
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 641 | Status: Completed
Wakey wakey Kurama and Hiei. It's day number two....
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 641 | Status: Completed
Notes: I am at a point where I hate my style of writing and I've decided to get some bloody DETAILS into my sentances. Geez Saku, smarten up and give these people the kind of story they'll want to talk about! >.< *slaps self* Oh! another thing: If you want to see what Yang Fu looks like then go to www.mediaminer.org and look up my user account "youko-kurama". I should have a picture up for you to see ^_+ One more thing: Thank you Otaku Hoshi! For sending me so many reviews and support! You are truly a wonderful person and I'm glad to have met someone who is "addicted" to my story. Hee hee. I won't let you down. ^___^
Theme song to chapter: Simple Plan, "Worst Day Ever".
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE--
Kurama groaned and let his hand fall away from the snooze button. He blinked a few times in attempt to rid his stunningly emerald eyes of the morning fuzzies and sat up, knocking his pillow off the bed. He glanced at the clock. Six AM. Kurama groggily reached for the glass of water next to his alarm clock and took a drink. The sleepy redhead's eyes widened and he choked on the room-temperature water. Shiori opened the door just in time to see her son coughing and sputtering on his bed.
"What on earth? How many times have I told you to wake up before you attempt to put anything into that mouth of yours? Sometimes I wonder about you, Kurama."
Shaking her head, she shut the door once more, leaving Kurama to replace the glass on his end table and flop back onto his fluffy bed of pillows to contemplate his own actions. Come to think of it, it wasn't all that smart to drink liquid of any kind when one's eyes were barely open. Kurama laughed to himself and pulled a pillow over his face, "Ohayou gozaimasu, kaasan," he mumbled into the downy fabric.
After stalling in bed for close to half an hour, Kurama finally decided he'd wasted enough time and lugged his lazy butt into the washroom. With a tooth brush in one hand and a hair brush in the other, he attempted to groom his teeth and hair simultaneously to save time. This, however, only resulted in hopelessly tangled hair and a toothpaste frothed mouth that gave him the rabid animal look. "Kurama, you lack coordination." he said to himself through the froth, immediately regretting doing so as he swallowed a mouthfull of the toothpaste and coughed into the white porcelin of the sink. Kurama scooped up a hand full of cold water and splashed it over his face. "Kaasan? How late are you going to be out tonight?" he called out, wiping his face with a towel and replacing it on the rack, neatly folded.
"I'll most likely arrive back here around eleven. Why do you ask?" His mother answered from the hallway where she was busy folding and putting away linens in the hall closet.
Kurama winked to himself in the mirror. "No reason."
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"Gooooood morning Tokyo! Another big day in the big city. Time to rise and shine with Naomi Zenda and Lee Sh--"
Click.
"Oh shut up....stupid radio." Hiei grabbed up his pillows from its place on the cold floor where it had fallen and covered his face with it. He was just drifting back into a peaceful slumber when the covers were mercilessly flung off him and his pillow whisked away. "What the--?" Hiei sat up just in time to recieve a glass of ice cold water in the face. Recoiling from the sudden shock, Hiei jerked backward and fell off the bed, hitting his head on the floor and getting a clear view of his legs as they hovered in the air above him. "What the hell?!"
"Get up, kid. Didn't you hear the alarm?" Yoshima leaned his head of wild blond hair over the side of the bed to peer sparkling hazel eyes down at the frazzled teen who was now sprawled out and dripping wet on the hardwood floor. "Or are you deaf too? I can clean your ears out if you want." The man smiled evilly and reached out, waving a playful pinky finger at Hiei, who scowled and wiped his forehead with his arm.
"Go away, I was getting up."
Yoshima's pinky stopped waving and the foster parent leaned on his elbows, folding his hands around the glass he used to drench Hiei with; and raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him. "Uh huh, sure you were, Hiei. Get up you lazy ass."
It wasn't until the man left the room and went back downstairs that Hiei moved from his horribly uncomfortable position on the floor. He shivered and sat up, wiping his face and hair with his bedspread which hung loosly beside him. "Good morning, Tokyo.....Hn!" Climbing to his feet, the teen felt his head for any foreign lumps that may have developed after his unexpected-and definately not welcomed- decent from cloud nine. When he was satisfied there were none, Hiei changed into some fresh clothes and grabbed his backpack from a chair in the corner, before heading downstairs.
Running his fingers down the walls as he went, Hiei couldn't help but wonder what today was going to smack him with. It was a tuesday afterall....Bad things always happened on tuesdays. Bad things happened EVERY day. But he hated tuesdays. Almost as much as wednesdays, but not even close to how much he hated mondays....
Hiei stopped on the last step and felt his forehead, hoping he was coming down with some incurable disease that would at least give him an excuse from going outside. Yoshima passed by him, carrying a bowl of cereal in one hand and the remote in the other and headed for the livingroom. Seeing Hiei's sour look, he stopped to give him one of his famous animated happy-faces before continuing down the hall. Hiei followed him with his eyes before tottering out into the kitchen where he found leftover pizza, the chordless phone, and broken peanut shells littering the counter and kitchen table. Blinking at the abundance of food he was never told about, Hiei growled and began scooping the shells into the trash. Well THIS was a good start to a day that was destined to progress from bad to worse. Now all he had to do was survive another day at his new school....
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"Kurama, you forgot your lunch!"
"I got it. Bye mom!" Kurama finished zipping up his backpack and opened the front door, ready to step out for the day when he heard his mother's sing-song voice call out to him once more.
"Don't forget your debate project!"
"I have it this time!" He called back.
"That's good." Shiori appeared in the hallway and made her way towards him with a smile. "But your forgot to give your mother a kiss."
Kurama laughed and kissed her goodbye, closing the door behind him as he left. The change in air temperature was drastic as he stepped outside and dark storm clouds loomed above, threatening bad weather. Kurama was debating whether or not to go back inside and grab an umbrella when a movement overhead caught his attention.
A person was above him, running across the townhouse roofs and leaping incredible distances to do so. Forgetting about the umbrella, Kurama found himself following the figure down the street, intruged as to whom had the guts to use rooftops to get around the city as opposed to the crowded streets. Keeping one eye focused on the sidewalk in front of him so as not to bump into anyone, Kurama glanced up through the openings between stores and apartment buildings, hoping to keep track of the runner above him and he managed to catch a full-body view while his evasive subject jumped across the large gaps. The daredevil was a teenaged boy wearing tan-coloured Khakis and a black muscle shirt.
Sunlight poured down on the city then, a ray of light having managed to find an opening in the thick darkness that covered the sky. Kurama noticed the boy wore a necklace, as it shimmered when the sun hit it on an angle just before it and the boy disappeared onto the next roof. Kurama bit his lip and quickened his pace, stopping suddenly when he found himself at an intersection. It was plain logic that told the redhead even this agile target could not cross to the next block via the rooftops and he stayed where he was waiting for the boy with the necklace to appear once more. When he didn't, Kurama leaned against the window of the shop on the corner and breathed deeply in an attempt to replenish his oxygen deprived lungs.
"Hey, kid! Get your hands off my clean window, I just washed it!"
"Gomen!" Kurama yanked his arm away from the angry shopkeeper's clean window and continued around the corner, looking for any sign of the boy on the rooftops. But he was gone.
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Author's note: I'm SORRY! All of you who review my chapters and have BEGGED me to update! I have been really busy and blah blah blah...Well, here you go! I'll update again tomorrow okkies? Thanks for being so patient!
Theme song to chapter: Simple Plan, "Worst Day Ever".
* * *
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE--
Kurama groaned and let his hand fall away from the snooze button. He blinked a few times in attempt to rid his stunningly emerald eyes of the morning fuzzies and sat up, knocking his pillow off the bed. He glanced at the clock. Six AM. Kurama groggily reached for the glass of water next to his alarm clock and took a drink. The sleepy redhead's eyes widened and he choked on the room-temperature water. Shiori opened the door just in time to see her son coughing and sputtering on his bed.
"What on earth? How many times have I told you to wake up before you attempt to put anything into that mouth of yours? Sometimes I wonder about you, Kurama."
Shaking her head, she shut the door once more, leaving Kurama to replace the glass on his end table and flop back onto his fluffy bed of pillows to contemplate his own actions. Come to think of it, it wasn't all that smart to drink liquid of any kind when one's eyes were barely open. Kurama laughed to himself and pulled a pillow over his face, "Ohayou gozaimasu, kaasan," he mumbled into the downy fabric.
After stalling in bed for close to half an hour, Kurama finally decided he'd wasted enough time and lugged his lazy butt into the washroom. With a tooth brush in one hand and a hair brush in the other, he attempted to groom his teeth and hair simultaneously to save time. This, however, only resulted in hopelessly tangled hair and a toothpaste frothed mouth that gave him the rabid animal look. "Kurama, you lack coordination." he said to himself through the froth, immediately regretting doing so as he swallowed a mouthfull of the toothpaste and coughed into the white porcelin of the sink. Kurama scooped up a hand full of cold water and splashed it over his face. "Kaasan? How late are you going to be out tonight?" he called out, wiping his face with a towel and replacing it on the rack, neatly folded.
"I'll most likely arrive back here around eleven. Why do you ask?" His mother answered from the hallway where she was busy folding and putting away linens in the hall closet.
Kurama winked to himself in the mirror. "No reason."
* * *
"Gooooood morning Tokyo! Another big day in the big city. Time to rise and shine with Naomi Zenda and Lee Sh--"
Click.
"Oh shut up....stupid radio." Hiei grabbed up his pillows from its place on the cold floor where it had fallen and covered his face with it. He was just drifting back into a peaceful slumber when the covers were mercilessly flung off him and his pillow whisked away. "What the--?" Hiei sat up just in time to recieve a glass of ice cold water in the face. Recoiling from the sudden shock, Hiei jerked backward and fell off the bed, hitting his head on the floor and getting a clear view of his legs as they hovered in the air above him. "What the hell?!"
"Get up, kid. Didn't you hear the alarm?" Yoshima leaned his head of wild blond hair over the side of the bed to peer sparkling hazel eyes down at the frazzled teen who was now sprawled out and dripping wet on the hardwood floor. "Or are you deaf too? I can clean your ears out if you want." The man smiled evilly and reached out, waving a playful pinky finger at Hiei, who scowled and wiped his forehead with his arm.
"Go away, I was getting up."
Yoshima's pinky stopped waving and the foster parent leaned on his elbows, folding his hands around the glass he used to drench Hiei with; and raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him. "Uh huh, sure you were, Hiei. Get up you lazy ass."
It wasn't until the man left the room and went back downstairs that Hiei moved from his horribly uncomfortable position on the floor. He shivered and sat up, wiping his face and hair with his bedspread which hung loosly beside him. "Good morning, Tokyo.....Hn!" Climbing to his feet, the teen felt his head for any foreign lumps that may have developed after his unexpected-and definately not welcomed- decent from cloud nine. When he was satisfied there were none, Hiei changed into some fresh clothes and grabbed his backpack from a chair in the corner, before heading downstairs.
Running his fingers down the walls as he went, Hiei couldn't help but wonder what today was going to smack him with. It was a tuesday afterall....Bad things always happened on tuesdays. Bad things happened EVERY day. But he hated tuesdays. Almost as much as wednesdays, but not even close to how much he hated mondays....
Hiei stopped on the last step and felt his forehead, hoping he was coming down with some incurable disease that would at least give him an excuse from going outside. Yoshima passed by him, carrying a bowl of cereal in one hand and the remote in the other and headed for the livingroom. Seeing Hiei's sour look, he stopped to give him one of his famous animated happy-faces before continuing down the hall. Hiei followed him with his eyes before tottering out into the kitchen where he found leftover pizza, the chordless phone, and broken peanut shells littering the counter and kitchen table. Blinking at the abundance of food he was never told about, Hiei growled and began scooping the shells into the trash. Well THIS was a good start to a day that was destined to progress from bad to worse. Now all he had to do was survive another day at his new school....
* * *
"Kurama, you forgot your lunch!"
"I got it. Bye mom!" Kurama finished zipping up his backpack and opened the front door, ready to step out for the day when he heard his mother's sing-song voice call out to him once more.
"Don't forget your debate project!"
"I have it this time!" He called back.
"That's good." Shiori appeared in the hallway and made her way towards him with a smile. "But your forgot to give your mother a kiss."
Kurama laughed and kissed her goodbye, closing the door behind him as he left. The change in air temperature was drastic as he stepped outside and dark storm clouds loomed above, threatening bad weather. Kurama was debating whether or not to go back inside and grab an umbrella when a movement overhead caught his attention.
A person was above him, running across the townhouse roofs and leaping incredible distances to do so. Forgetting about the umbrella, Kurama found himself following the figure down the street, intruged as to whom had the guts to use rooftops to get around the city as opposed to the crowded streets. Keeping one eye focused on the sidewalk in front of him so as not to bump into anyone, Kurama glanced up through the openings between stores and apartment buildings, hoping to keep track of the runner above him and he managed to catch a full-body view while his evasive subject jumped across the large gaps. The daredevil was a teenaged boy wearing tan-coloured Khakis and a black muscle shirt.
Sunlight poured down on the city then, a ray of light having managed to find an opening in the thick darkness that covered the sky. Kurama noticed the boy wore a necklace, as it shimmered when the sun hit it on an angle just before it and the boy disappeared onto the next roof. Kurama bit his lip and quickened his pace, stopping suddenly when he found himself at an intersection. It was plain logic that told the redhead even this agile target could not cross to the next block via the rooftops and he stayed where he was waiting for the boy with the necklace to appear once more. When he didn't, Kurama leaned against the window of the shop on the corner and breathed deeply in an attempt to replenish his oxygen deprived lungs.
"Hey, kid! Get your hands off my clean window, I just washed it!"
"Gomen!" Kurama yanked his arm away from the angry shopkeeper's clean window and continued around the corner, looking for any sign of the boy on the rooftops. But he was gone.
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Author's note: I'm SORRY! All of you who review my chapters and have BEGGED me to update! I have been really busy and blah blah blah...Well, here you go! I'll update again tomorrow okkies? Thanks for being so patient!