Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Farewell Butterfli ❯ The Arrival ( Chapter 2 )

Second chapter, yay for me! I no own, you no sue...Cept for Mizu...And VT owns herself, of course.

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Farewell Butterfli

By Ryoken

"Well, I think that landing could have been better," Yusuke said, dusting himself off.

"Follow me, I'll explain on the way to the motel," Botan said.

"Please tell me we aren't living in a motel for the entire trip!" Yusuke complained.

"Oh goodness, no! It's just for tonight. For the rest of the mission, you'll be foreign exchange students, living with a family somewhere around here. But before we meet up with them, we're going to have to get something for Hiei, he'll stick out too much," she said as she walked backwards to face them. She saw Hiei's glare and gave him a stern look. "Don't give me that look, Hiei, you'll blow our cover if you go to school dressed like that. And I DON'T want to hear you complain when I tell you that you can't bring your katana to school either!"

Hiei growled, and then looked away with a "Hn."

The five walked seven more blocks until the reached the front of the motel. It was located on a busy street with car dealers all around. The place didn't look like it was too well kept either, not to mention the riff raff hanging around.

"Are you sure this is the right place, Botan? Looks real crappy to me," Kuwabara said.

"I know, but this city is packed with people, and this was the only place close enough to the family's house and the nearest clothing store. And it's only for one night, I'm sure you'll hardly notice it's shabbiness," she said in Japanese, so that the people around them couldn't understand.

They walked up a flight of stairs to their room, room 8B, and took in their surroundings. It wasn't as bad looking as they thought at all. It was well-kept, although not as richly decorated as a three star hotel might be, but it wasn't bad. They put their things down and listened as Botan gave them their last piece of information:

"Whatever you do, don't use your real names, even around each other, except when you're alone. When we signed you up for the high school, we gave them these fake names. Yusuke, you're Shinzui Onmistu, Kuwabara, Chijin Karuson, Kurama is Koujou Kakuhan, and Hiei is Hinote Reibai," she told them as she gave them their schedules accordingly.

"Ok, so I'm named Spirit Detective, Kuwabara's Idiot Boy, Kurama's Plant Whip, and Hiei is Fire Medium??? Don't you think it just KIND of makes us stand out, even just a little bit??" Yusuke said as he looked at the paper.

"To someone who knows Japanese, yes, it would; but you're the only exchange students that go to that school, so it doesn't make any difference. We don't care if you fail all of your classes, just don't start making a name for yourself by beating up every punk who you come across, got it? We're undercover, remember that," she finished.

"Hey, what about you, Botan? Aren't you going to school too?" Kuwabara asked.

"No, if I'm going to be the go-between, I'd miss out on too many classes. It's easier if I just watch invisibly from my oar in the sky," she said all too happily.

"Hey, go to bed, it's past eleven," Mizu's mother said as she opened the door to her room.

"All right, Mom, just a second," Mizu said. When her mother closed the door again, she quickly restored the text messenger. =Gotta go to bed now, VT. Cya tomorrow.= she typed.

=Aww, ok. Cya then.=

Mizu signed off and shut down her computer, like she did every night, and hopped into bed. Her thoughts drifted from future homework, to the boring school day routine she went through everyday except on weekends, and finally to Yu Yu Hakusho, until she drifted off into sleep.

Mizu woke up that morning feeling far more energetic than usual; she wasn't at all sleepy or grumpy when her mother came in to wake her up. 'This is weird...This only happens when I know I'm going on something like a field trip...I don't remember any field trips happening today...Huh, odd.'

After she ate breakfast, fixed herself up, and the van left the house for the high school, she wondered what in the world was going on today that made her feel like this.

"I will NOT be seen dressed like some army action figure!!" Hiei argued. The nearest clothing store that Botan had spoken of last night was a Salvation Army shop.

"They have more than just camouflage clothes, you know!" Botan said, not as excited as she would be if they had gone to the mall, but it was too far and school started in forty-five minutes.

Hiei gave the usual grunt and somehow allowed himself to be dragged into the store by Botan. Kurama was about to follow when he noticed Yusuke and Kuwabara not making a move to go inside themselves.

"Coming?"

"You couldn't get me into a clothing store with Botan if you paid me," Yusuke said, knowing from past experience what it was like to be dragged along to the mall with Keiko AND Botan.

"I don't do shopping," was Kuwabara's only reply. Kurama shrugged, leaving it at that, and followed the other two inside.

"Even if it isn't the mall, Botan sure doesn't know when to quit," he commented quietly to himself as he watched her quickly go through the racks of clothes in the small shop. 'And to think she's under a time restraint.'

"Well, it isn't the biggest selection to choose from, but this will have to do for now," Botan said as she put the clothes on the counter, not having time for Hiei to try them on. She paid for them and hurried out the door, and, with the help of Kurama's insistent urgings, got Hiei into sneakers, black pants and a teal sweater-type shirt. However, he would absolutely not allow them to change his hair style.

Hiei did remember that he wasn't allowed to take the katana to high school, but he still gave up a decent fight over it. By the time everyone else was ready to go, they had twenty minutes before the first bell rang.

"Botan, how far exactly IS the school from here anyway?" Yusuke said.

"Erm, that's the thing; it's about four miles," she said.

"WHAT!?!? Four miles?!!? Why didn't you tell us?!?!"

"Because I had Koenma put a portal in the closet of our room that will take us to a secluded spot on the high school grounds, that's why!!" Botan said sharply.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so?" Yusuke said.

"Because you never asked!" She replied, exasperated. "Just remember that after school, your exchange student family will pick you up, and the portal won't be there; there's a picture of them in the motel when we get there."

When they got there, Botan looked through her duffle bag and took out a small photograph. They were about their mid-forties, and lived in a house.

"They're the Parkers, and they have no children of their own, but have a lot of space in their house for guests. And please, Yusuke, do try to be polite to them, all right, they're very nice people," she said.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be as innocent as a lamb," Yusuke said, brushing her off.

Botan looked at her watch. "Time to go, boys; and try not to do anything that will draw attention to yourselves, ok?!" She yelled after them as one by one, they went through the portal. On the other side, they ended up near the welding building, and mysteriously, they all had backpacks in front of them, one in red, one in green, one in blue and one in black. They picked up their corresponding backpacks and looked at their schedules again. They began walking but suddenly stopped as Kurama broke off from the rest of them.

"Looks like my first class is right here. How...convenient," he said.

"Right. We'll meet up here for lunch, ok?" Yusuke said.

"Sounds like a plan." And so the others walked on.

Soon, Kuwabara left for the gym, Hiei for the two-hundred building, or math hall, leaving Yusuke to walk to the English hall.

The two-minute bell rang just as a long red haired boy walked into the classroom. He slowed his pace as he received stares and glances from the students of the Advanced Placement Government class. He walked up to the older man, the teacher, Mr. Robinson, who wore rainbow suspenders and handed him his schedule.

"Ah so you're the exchange student, Mr. uh...?"

"Koujou Kakuhan."

"Welcome to my AP Government class. Go ahead and sit where ever you'd like, and just as fair warning, if I insult you, don't take it personally, I do it to everyone eventually," he said with a smile.

"Oh, yes," said one of the students.

The boy named Koujou walked to an empty desk next to Mizu, and asked in perfect English "May I sit here?"

Mizu turned around, almost startled by his appearance, and replied "Yeah, sure."

"Thank you," he said with a smile.

'That guy...he looks so...familiar...Uh oh, deija vu, deija vu!!'

"Uh, is there some sort of reason everyone's staring at me?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh! Don't mind them, they're not used to a guy having long red hair, I guess. My name's Mizu, or at least that's what everyone else calls me anyway."

"Shu, er, Koujou, My name's Koujou," Kurama said. 'I feel ridiculous saying my name is plant.'

That's it for now! Hope you likey!!