Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Atavism of the Mazoku ❯ Muffins ( Chapter 7 )

Honestly, for me this is updating frequently. Keep in mind I have a couple of AP classes and a whole mess load of reading, working, and studying to do. To me updating is relaxing, same goes for drawing. If the work load doesn't increase you all can hope on at least one update a week. If it does… wish me luck.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and I know I had a really good idea for something in this fic… oh, no wait that was Flawless. Never mind.

 

WARNING!!! - I bet you're all thinking “OMG, this must be the lemon warning!” But sorry to disappoint you, there is no lemon in this chapter. Just a bunch of spoilers, so be warned if you haven't seen the whole series. And if you haven't seen the whole series why the heck are you reading a fic that takes place after its end?!

 

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Keiko sighed closing the Rekai Files with slight aggravation and a feeling she couldn't quite place. If only she had read one more page the day before, one more page! It said clearly there that the Mazoku usually woke up lustful during the mating season, and she had been the fool who forced him to spend the night in her bed.

 

It really is my fault, she glanced out her window and saw the clouds beginning to break, maybe I should go and apologize. Keiko stood up and took a sweater off of her dresser. It was getting cooler out and the rain certainly didn't help that fact. She brushed her hair and descended into the diner. “Mom, Dad, I'm going out.”

 

Mr. Yukimura, who was busy behind the stove, nodded, “Sure honey, be safe.”

 

“Thanks,” she went around the back, got her shoes, and left moments later. Yusuke's apartment was decently near so it didn't take her terribly long to arrive. Keiko took her time on the stairs leading up to his floor. It was strange, reflecting back on their life. A few years ago she had been running up these same steps, at that time half destroyed by Sensui's spiritual attack. All the events were blurred together, especially when it came to that heart-stopping moment up on the roof with Shizuru.

 

Puu had stopped breathing.

 

Yes, she remembered it clearly, not wanting to believe what it could mean. Yet she could also recall the relief that washed over her seeing him emerge from Irima Cave, completely different with a long wild mane of black and unreadable marks covering his body. She had known it was him without a second thought. Reaching his apartment number she knocked lightly on the door. She waited but there was no response. This time she rung the doorbell. Nothing.

 

Keiko shifted the backpack on her shoulder and set it on the ground. After a second or two of digging around she found her key to his home. She opened the door and glanced around. The place was a wreck as usual. The brown eyed female placed her knapsack down on the kitchen table and got to work.

 

Dirty clothes were placed in hampers where they belonged, clean clothing was folded and put away, dishes were washed, and open expired food was discarded in the trash which was eventually taken out. Tying her hair back Keiko prepared herself to tackle the worst place in the apartment- Yusuke's room.

 

She opened up the door and stopped seeing that Yusuke was in fact home. It turns out he was sleeping, in muddy clothes nonetheless. The young woman couldn't help but smile at the scene. “Oh, Yusuke, Yusuke,” she walked inside and began picking up clothing that littered the floor, “What would you do without me?”

 

He mumbled something she couldn't hear as he turned in his slumber, she giggled and proceeded to clean up his room. When she finished she took a deep breath and let it out in satisfaction. When they were younger they used to joke around, it was Keiko to the rescue, the superhero who cleaned filthy houses and yelled at misbehaved little boys. But Yusuke was the real hero now, going off and leaving her to save the world. In a way she was glad it was over, no more spirit detective business meant she had him all to herself.

 

So what if it was selfish? Envy is just one more of the many side effects of love. Side effects… Keiko sat down on the edge of her boyfriend's bed thinking, Lust certainly is another one of those side effects, right? She glanced over to his sleeping face and defined what that meant in her mind. Yusuke and I…she blushed as a few not too pure images flittered through her brain. She stood up quickly and exited the room. She found a piece of paper and a pen and began writing a note;

 

Dear Yusuke,

 

I cleaned the apartment for you and left the book on your side table. I finished reading it. I'm not going to ask why you're so muddy, I'll wash your clothes (which go in the hamper! You know,that crazy new invention I told you about) you're responsible for washing yourself, take a bath.

 

Love,

Keiko

 

She re-read the short letter, her eyes lingering on the word bath. He wouldn't be wearing anything in the tub…OMG Keiko what the hell are you thinking?! The brown eyed girl shook her head fiercely hoping to get those perverted thoughts from her mind. It seemed to work but only for a few seconds. She set down the pen and quickly grabbed her bag, without looking at him she placed the Rekai Files near his bed and left.

 

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Yusuke woke up and wondered for a while where he was. After a minute he recognized his room. He wasn't used to seeing it clean. Sitting up he scratched his head ruffling his raven hair. He yawned and saw it was around four in the afternoon according to his clock. The former detective wandered out into the hallway eventually making his way into the kitchen. That's when he spotted Keiko's note. He chuckled at the words she'd placed in parenthesis. Finished reading he opened up the hall closet to get a towel obeying the final instructions she'd given- take a bath.

 

About an hour later Yusuke was clean and in new clothes. Humoring the one who cared for him he used the hamper for his muddy attire for the first (and probably last) time. He picked up the Rekai Files and decided to give them back to Kurama since obviously they'd been stole from him.

 

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Kurama turned from his computer after hearing someone in his doorway, “Oh, hello Yusuke. I see you've returned to the scene of the crime.”

 

Yusuke entered and held out the old Makai encyclopedia, “What crime?”

 

The fox took the book, “Thanks,” he then stood, “And the crime was spitting up stuff on my carpet. Do you two think I enjoy cleaning up after you?”

 

He shrugged, “I don't know, Keiko seems to like it.”

 

Kurama opened one of his drawers and tucked the Rekai Files inside of it, That poor girl, he thought remembering what Hiei had said. Oh, right. He looked back over to Yusuke, “Hiei told me to give you a note, I forgot it in the living room. I'll be right back.”

 

“'kay,” the brown eyed male sat down at the kitsune's computer when he left and scanned the screen. “Ah, so he's talking to someone.” Yusuke read the last few lines of the instant message and typed back relatively fast, “Hey, I like plants.” He spoke each word as he wrote it.

 

He waited for the person to respond, “So?” He said the retort out loud and went on.

 

“So, aren't plants cool?”

 

The other person seemed to hesitate, “Shuichi, are you okay?”

 

Yusuke laughed, “Yes, I like cheese. I'm glad you asked.”

 

He waited once again, “Shuichi, I didn't ask if you liked cheese.”

 

He typed back, “Yeah I use that shampoo too.”

 

“It's seriously not like you to be so random.”

 

“I love muffins.”

 

“Me too!”

 

“Blueberry!”

 

“Chocolate chip!”

 

“Yusuke what the flip are you doing?!” Kurama had just come back into the room and realized what his friend was doing. Yusuke froze but quickly recovered continuing to type, “Crap, he found me.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Shuichi Minamino.”

 

Kurama spun the swivel chair making Yusuke face him. He handed him the note, “Now if you don't mind I would like to resume my conversation.”

 

The former detective sweatdropped and got up out of the seat, “Yeah about that, I really hope you like muffins.” He quickly ran out of the room and down the stairs. The fox felt like banging his head against the wall but figured that wouldn't be too pleasant. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked. He sat down at the computer and went over what his teammate had typed, “What shampoo is he talking about?”

 

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Half an hour later Yusuke sat on his couch reading the note Hiei had written. It didn't say much, just “I win” and “watch your back I'm getting my revenge”. He tossed the paper over his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, you wouldn't dare pull anything again.” He folded his arms behind his head and leaned back thinking, …or maybe he would! The raven haired young man sat up straight again, What if he kidnaps Keiko?! He stood and was about to leave when the phone rang. He picked it up, “Hello?”

 

“Dimwit.”

 

“Grandma.” He sat back down, “What's up?”

 

“I'd like it if you'd come over to the temple tomorrow. I've already called the others.”

The elderly physic's voice came from the other line.

 

“What, are we celebrating your 100th birthday already?” He joked.

 

“No, idiot.” Her voice was became sharp as usually did after he insulted her, “Just be there.”

 

“Sure, see ya.”

 

“Bye.”

 

Yusuke hung up the phone glad to have another excuse to see Keiko besides “I think Hiei is plotting something”. He'd spend the night and they'd leave for Genkai's early in the morning. It was a perfect plan. Or so he thought…

 

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DUN! DUN! DUN! Lol, another cliff hanger. Obviously I plan to do something evil along the way to Genkai's temple. If you're really really lucky I'll update this weekend. If you're not, it's my teacher's fault. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review. Have a nice day/night!

 

P.S. I'm sorry if that IM thing confused you, basically Yusuke totally messed up Kurama's conversation and got his friend all hyped up about muffins. Why muffins? Because that was the first word that popped into my mind.

 

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Question #7: What is Yusuke's mom's name?