Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ No Turning Back ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Youko-Kurama 
A bit of humour is always good after a stressful morning. Kurama shrugs off the events of the morning and has some fun. The pair seem to be having too much 'fun' because Yusuke and Boton can't seem to get a hold of them!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy / Angst / Action | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 05.31.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 836 | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
A bit of humour is always good after a stressful morning. Kurama shrugs off the events of the morning and has some fun. The pair seem to be having too much 'fun' because Yusuke and Boton can't seem to get a hold of them!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy / Angst / Action | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 05.31.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 836 | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
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After breakfast Hiei disappeared outside, leaving Kurama to do the dishes. Kurama cleared the table and put a Shania Twain CD into the stereo system. For a small cottage, it was very nice. Kurama had put his heart and soul into decorating it. Rose bushes surrounded the outside and potted vines and other exotic plants took up all available window seats, giving the place a uniquely wild, outdoor look. The ceilings were log, as was the entire cottage, and the only uniquly modern thing in the room was Kurama's huge stereo system with its two-point five metre tall speakers and their earth-shaking base. The song, "I'm Gonna Getcha" began to play and Kurama turned it up. Singing to it, he grabbed the dish cloth and began to wash the dishes.
"DON'T WANCHA FOR THE WEEKEND..."
Hiei came to the glass door carrying firewood piled up higher than he could see. He fumbled for the doorhandle and dropped half the wood before finally opening the door. Kurama didn't hear him come in, he was too busy singing along with a deafening Shania Twain.
"I KNOW I SOUND SERIOUS,"
The base shook the floor and the pictures on the walls slanted. Hiei could feel his organs vibrating as he crossed in front of the speakers to the wood pile.
"AND BABY I AM."
Kurama danced around the kitchen drying plates and putting them in their shelves.
"YOU'RE A FINE PEICE OF REAL ESTATE, AND I'M GONNA GET ME SOME LAND...."
Hiei snickered to himself. He's feeling better. He finished gathering the wood he'd dropped and closed the door behind him. It wasn't nearly winter yet but it was cold outside. Better being safe than sorry. When Hiei turned around, Kurama had spotted him and was dancing his way, holding the dishcloth in a whipping position.
"SO DON'T TRY TO RUN," he sang. "LOVE CAN BE FUN."
"Uhhh..." Hiei stepped backwards, giving Kurama a quizzical look.
"THERE'S NO NEED TO BE ALONE..."
Hiei continued to step back wards, carefully avoiding the endtable in his way, while keeping one eye on the approaching Kurama. Kurama snapped the towel at him.
"Hey! Cut it out!"
"WHAT?"
"I said, cut that out!"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Kurama laughed and motioned his lack of understanding. The cottage shook as the chorus played. Hiei sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'M GONNA GETCHA IF IT TAKES ALL NIGHT..." Kurama advanced, and Hiei soon found himself cornered. "YOU CAN BETCHA BY THE TIME I SAY GO," Kurama pressed Hiei against the wall. "YOU'LL NEVER SAY NO."
Hiei laughed dispite himself. He was feeling better alright. Kurama began undoing his koi's belt, "I'M GONNA GETCHA IT'S A MATTER OF FACT. I'M GONNA GETHCA DON'T YOU WORRY 'BOUT THAT."
Hiei pried the kitsune's fingers away. In response, Kurama stuck his tongue out in disapproval and pressed Hiei to the wall with his body. "YOU CAN BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR IN TIME,"
Hiei felt Kurama nibble at his neck.
" YOU'RE GONNA BE MINE...JUST LIKE I SHOULD..."
Kurama ran his fingers through Hiei's hair and kissed his forehead.
"I'LL GETCHA GOOD."
Hiei struggled to get away from the playful one. "You should learn some self control, Kurama!" He shouted over the music.
"WHAT?" Kurama giggled, trying to unbutton Hiei's shirt with one hand.
"RESTRAIN YOURSELF!" Hiei shouted, Kurama stopped undressing him. But he didn't appear to have heard Hiei at all; instead, he turned around and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He shouted into the receiver. Hiei couldn't understand how Kurama couldn't hear him over a shrieking Shania, but he had obviously heard the phone ringing.
"I'M GONNA GETCHA IT'S A MATTER OF FACT."
Hiei rebuttoned his shirt and turned the stereo system down so Kurama could hear.
"HELLO?" Kurama repeated, still shouting dispite the lack of music. He hung up the phone. Hiei looked at him funny.
"They hung up." He said, tossing the dish cloth into the kitchen sink.
Hiei smirked, "Good timing."
"For you maybe."
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"Well?"
"Nothing."
"What could they be doing?"
Yusuke shrugged. He and Boton had been trying to get a hold of Kurama and Hiei, but to no avail. Yusuke hung up the payphone and looked at his watch. "Kuwabara should be out of class in an hour or so. Any ideas?"
Boton thought for a minute. "We could check out the morgue." She suggested.
"The what?"
"The morgue. It's where cities keep their dead before burial. Murder victims go there to be analysed."
"You mean you think Roku would be hanging out there with dead bodies?" Yusuke made a face.
"Well, he needs to eat." Boton said cheerfully.
Yusuke winced. "You know, for a grim reaper in pink, you're pretty sick."
"You'll get the hang of it sooner or later, Spirit Detective." She nudged him, "Let's go."
Author note:
Saku: "None of my friends (who've read this story) can resist laughing whenever that song is on the radio! Hee hee. It's become a favorite of ours. Poor Hiei." *Saku falls over laughing*
After breakfast Hiei disappeared outside, leaving Kurama to do the dishes. Kurama cleared the table and put a Shania Twain CD into the stereo system. For a small cottage, it was very nice. Kurama had put his heart and soul into decorating it. Rose bushes surrounded the outside and potted vines and other exotic plants took up all available window seats, giving the place a uniquely wild, outdoor look. The ceilings were log, as was the entire cottage, and the only uniquly modern thing in the room was Kurama's huge stereo system with its two-point five metre tall speakers and their earth-shaking base. The song, "I'm Gonna Getcha" began to play and Kurama turned it up. Singing to it, he grabbed the dish cloth and began to wash the dishes.
"DON'T WANCHA FOR THE WEEKEND..."
Hiei came to the glass door carrying firewood piled up higher than he could see. He fumbled for the doorhandle and dropped half the wood before finally opening the door. Kurama didn't hear him come in, he was too busy singing along with a deafening Shania Twain.
"I KNOW I SOUND SERIOUS,"
The base shook the floor and the pictures on the walls slanted. Hiei could feel his organs vibrating as he crossed in front of the speakers to the wood pile.
"AND BABY I AM."
Kurama danced around the kitchen drying plates and putting them in their shelves.
"YOU'RE A FINE PEICE OF REAL ESTATE, AND I'M GONNA GET ME SOME LAND...."
Hiei snickered to himself. He's feeling better. He finished gathering the wood he'd dropped and closed the door behind him. It wasn't nearly winter yet but it was cold outside. Better being safe than sorry. When Hiei turned around, Kurama had spotted him and was dancing his way, holding the dishcloth in a whipping position.
"SO DON'T TRY TO RUN," he sang. "LOVE CAN BE FUN."
"Uhhh..." Hiei stepped backwards, giving Kurama a quizzical look.
"THERE'S NO NEED TO BE ALONE..."
Hiei continued to step back wards, carefully avoiding the endtable in his way, while keeping one eye on the approaching Kurama. Kurama snapped the towel at him.
"Hey! Cut it out!"
"WHAT?"
"I said, cut that out!"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Kurama laughed and motioned his lack of understanding. The cottage shook as the chorus played. Hiei sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'M GONNA GETCHA IF IT TAKES ALL NIGHT..." Kurama advanced, and Hiei soon found himself cornered. "YOU CAN BETCHA BY THE TIME I SAY GO," Kurama pressed Hiei against the wall. "YOU'LL NEVER SAY NO."
Hiei laughed dispite himself. He was feeling better alright. Kurama began undoing his koi's belt, "I'M GONNA GETCHA IT'S A MATTER OF FACT. I'M GONNA GETHCA DON'T YOU WORRY 'BOUT THAT."
Hiei pried the kitsune's fingers away. In response, Kurama stuck his tongue out in disapproval and pressed Hiei to the wall with his body. "YOU CAN BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR IN TIME,"
Hiei felt Kurama nibble at his neck.
" YOU'RE GONNA BE MINE...JUST LIKE I SHOULD..."
Kurama ran his fingers through Hiei's hair and kissed his forehead.
"I'LL GETCHA GOOD."
Hiei struggled to get away from the playful one. "You should learn some self control, Kurama!" He shouted over the music.
"WHAT?" Kurama giggled, trying to unbutton Hiei's shirt with one hand.
"RESTRAIN YOURSELF!" Hiei shouted, Kurama stopped undressing him. But he didn't appear to have heard Hiei at all; instead, he turned around and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He shouted into the receiver. Hiei couldn't understand how Kurama couldn't hear him over a shrieking Shania, but he had obviously heard the phone ringing.
"I'M GONNA GETCHA IT'S A MATTER OF FACT."
Hiei rebuttoned his shirt and turned the stereo system down so Kurama could hear.
"HELLO?" Kurama repeated, still shouting dispite the lack of music. He hung up the phone. Hiei looked at him funny.
"They hung up." He said, tossing the dish cloth into the kitchen sink.
Hiei smirked, "Good timing."
"For you maybe."
* * *
"Well?"
"Nothing."
"What could they be doing?"
Yusuke shrugged. He and Boton had been trying to get a hold of Kurama and Hiei, but to no avail. Yusuke hung up the payphone and looked at his watch. "Kuwabara should be out of class in an hour or so. Any ideas?"
Boton thought for a minute. "We could check out the morgue." She suggested.
"The what?"
"The morgue. It's where cities keep their dead before burial. Murder victims go there to be analysed."
"You mean you think Roku would be hanging out there with dead bodies?" Yusuke made a face.
"Well, he needs to eat." Boton said cheerfully.
Yusuke winced. "You know, for a grim reaper in pink, you're pretty sick."
"You'll get the hang of it sooner or later, Spirit Detective." She nudged him, "Let's go."
Author note:
Saku: "None of my friends (who've read this story) can resist laughing whenever that song is on the radio! Hee hee. It's become a favorite of ours. Poor Hiei." *Saku falls over laughing*