Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Night ❯ Ice...err...sweet snow ( Chapter 4 )

“Die!” the orange haired teen screamed at the dysfunctional machine.

 

“Pounding on it isn't going to make it work,” Yusuke pointed out from his position near the open freezer.

 

“Shut up Urameshi!” He turned back to the broken air conditioner. “Come on, pretty machine. I love you. Yes I do. We all do, and we want you to work baby.”

 

“That's really creepy, you know that. Just leave the hunk of junk alone!”

 

“Don't yell at the poor machine. She's tired! That's all! She can't help getting over heated!”

 

“She's an air conditioner! She…gah, it!! It's supposed to keep us from getting over heated!”

 

“Would you both stop bickering?” Kurama snapped from where he was sitting on the counter. “Why don't we go out somewhere? It's probably cooler outside now that it's night.”

 

“Great idea fox. Release these bakas out into the world. Let them go around talking to every human machine that decides not to work.”

 

“Hiei. Shut up and I'll buy you ice cream.” Kurama declined to mention the past incident with the corner. He thought it best to let bad memories die. Lest he be forced into the same fate.

 

He led the reluctant boys outside, which was indeed cooler than the sweltering house. Two days. It had only been two days and he was already ready to kill them. That was probably just a result of being tired. No, they weren't getting on his nerves that easily….riiiight.

 

After several more arguments broke out, he stopped them for a time, buying the others ice cream, even purchasing himself a dish. They sat at an outside table, each immersed in their own thoughts.

 

That was when he heard something that would damn them in the days to come. “Hello boys.” Botan walked up towards them, chipper and swinging her hair behind her. Kurama's head sank onto the table, into his bowl of ice cream.

 

“I need aspirin. Or something stronger. A lot stronger.”

 

“Hey, fox, if you're done muttering to yourself over there, can I have your sweet snow?” Without waiting for an answer, Hiei snatched the bowl, not minding that a forehead had previously been in it. His laughter at obtaining his goal sounded remarkably familiar to that insane cackling from before. “Oh please, let me die,” the red haired boy prayed.