Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ One Week ❯ Sunday ( Chapter 1 )

One Week

Disclaimer: YYH is property of Yoshihiro Togashi!

Warnings: shounen-ai, implicit yaoi, confusing things, and badly written content. Mou.

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: KxKxH(triangle, not a threesome), past KxK(the first K is a different one!), and… other stuff.

Summary: AU. A bet between Karasu and Kurama ends with Kurama in a place he'd rather not be. Anything else would (hopefully) ruin the plot.

Chapter One: Sunday

Shuuichi woke to sunlight streaming in through his window. He yawned, rubbing his eyes with his fists as he clambered out of bed. He wandered over to his window, pulling it open. He leaned against the sill, closing his eyes as the bright morning washed over him. He breathed in deeply, the scent of the roses that grew beneath his window greeting his nose.

He smiled slightly before retreating to the center of his room. He grabbed a hairbrush from atop his dresser, staring at himself in the mirror as he raked it through his hair. Leaf-green eyes stared back at him, framed by crimson bangs. Scarlet locks dripped across his shoulders and down his back. He sighed, tearing his gaze away from his reflection. He tugged his dresser drawer open, selecting clothes at random. He quickly changed out of his pajamas before settling down in the living room to read.

He was just getting to the good part of his book when the phone rang. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment, so he just let it ring.

"You have reached the Minamino residence. Please leave a message after the beep," came Shiori's voice.

"I know you're there, Kurama! And if you don't pick up I'm going to march over to your house and beat the door down!" came the raucous voice of Yuusuke, one of Shuuichi's friends from school. A year or so ago, the black-haired boy had taken to calling him Kurama, and the nickname had just sort of… stuck.

Kurama rolled his eyes, finally lifting the phone to his ear. "Good morning, Yuusuke," he said, although his tone stated that he didn't really mean it.

"Yeah, yeah," Yuusuke muttered, and Kurama could just see him rolling his eyes. "Anyway, you are going to the movies with me and Kuwabara! I'll even drag Hiei along if you want me to."

"What if I don't want to?" Kurama asked, his voice a teasing tone.

"Then I'll carry you," Yuusuke said.

"I'm too heavy for you to carry," Kurama pointed out, although it wasn't exactly true. Even Hiei, his extremely short best friend, could pick Kurama up and throw him across the room if he really wanted to. But Kurama was ignoring that for the moment.

"Whatever, girly boy. Just be at the movie theater by 11:00 or you'll have hell to pay."

"Right, right," Kurama said, knowing that Yuusuke's threats were largely empty. "I'll be there."

"Good," Yuusuke said, before hanging up.

Kurama glanced at his watch. It read 10:30. "I guess I'd better get going, then," he murmured to himself, pausing on his way to write a note for his mother (who was grocery shopping at the moment) before slipping his shoes on and heading out the door.

"Jeez, why isn't the shrimp here? We're gonna be late!" Kuwabara expressed his anger at the short boy by yelling loudly and causing random old ladies to glare at him.

"Aww, forget him," Yuusuke muttered. "He probably wouldn't have wanted to see a comedy anyway. Y'know, seeing as he doesn't have a sense of humor."

Kurama covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh.

"Jeez, it wasn't that funny, Kurama," Yuusuke murmured, scratching the back of his head as he watched the giggling redhead.

"You're right, Yuusuke," Hiei said, stepping out from behind a parked car. "It wasn't."

"Eheheh…" Yuusuke said, quickly stepping behind Kurama.

Kurama sent Yuusuke a small glare from the corner of his eyes before turning to Hiei. "I guess we should go and buy tickets, then."

Soon enough the four friend-type people were making their way to the room where movies are played. They were wandering through the darkened room, trying to find seats. The room was almost full already-there didn't seem to be four adjacent seats that weren't already being sat in by some fat old man or a teenage couple who had taken to playing tonsil hockey.

Hiei scanned the room, large almond eyes a lot better suited for the dark than the others'. "Hn…"

"What's that supposed to mean, shrimp?!" Kuwabara asked angrily, ignoring all the women dressed in red hats who were shushing him like a large red hat monster.

"I see three seats over there," Hiei said, pointing in the direction of the seats. "I suppose you'll just have to sit by yourself, idiot."

Kurama, sensing the row that was to ensue, walked over to the place with the seats. To the left of the seats was a teenage boy, and beside him was another empty seat. Getting a great idea that was guaranteed to stop at least a few squabbles between his two friends, he moved to stand beside the boy. "Excuse me, but can you scoot over? My friends and I arrived late and there's nowhere else to sit where we could be together…"

"No," the teen replied curtly, staring at the movie trailers rolling across the screen.

"Wha--?" Kurama began, eyes widening. He thought he'd been very polite in asking; the guy had no right to refuse him like that!

"But you can sit in my lap if you want," the boy said, not turning away from the screen.

Kurama put two and two together to make five. "Karasu!"

"Hey you, in the front! Sit down, will you!" came a holler from the back.

Kurama hastily plopped down in the seat next to Karasu's. "How dare you say a thing like that, you jerk!"

"If I'm a jerk, then why are you sitting beside me?"

Kurama's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Shut up and move!"

"Fine. Jeez. You don't have to be so mean," Karasu murmured, moving over.

Kurama stood, looking at his friends and gesturing to the seats he had acquired. "See? Problem solved," Kurama said, still glaring at Karasu. By the time he had turned back to his friends, they had already sat down… leaving him to sit in the seat adjacent to Karasu. Kurama growled, plopping down in his seat and attempting to stay as far away from Karasu as he could.

Pretty soon, the trailers were rolling and Karasu's presence had drifted to the back of Kurama's mind. Of course, the people you hate have a way of making themselves apparent. Halfway through the movie, Kurama felt something rubbing against his shoe. He -tried- to ignore it. He really did.

"GAH! STOP IT, YOU PERVERTED FREAK!"

"SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" came the chorus from the back of the theater. Kurama watched as an armored brigade full of teenagers wearing movie theater uniforms came speeding toward him.

"Yeah, yeah," Kurama said, "I'm leaving…" The theater employees and movie patrons glared at him icily until he was out of their sight, but Kurama suspected that they were probably still glaring at him through the wall.

Meanwhile, Yuusuke was grumbling and glaring over at Karasu.

"What?" Karasu asked, holding his hands up in defense.

"We were trying to cheer him up by bringing him here," Yuusuke muttered.

"Idiot," Hiei spat.

"Yeah! What they said," Kuwabara chimed in.

Yuusuke sweat-dropped, while Hiei tried to bore holes into the carrot-top's disproportionate face by glaring at it. Hiei stomped away, only pausing to say, "I'm going to find Kurama," before he rushed out.

"Hn. This is pointless. Damn you, Karasu!" Yuusuke stomped off as well.

Karasu waited a moment, before peering over at Kuwabara with a confused look. "Aren't you going to leave too?"

"Why? I paid for my ticket; I should get to watch the movie," Kuwabara said.

"Well, go somewhere else. It's not good for my reputation to be sitting so near you."

Kuwabara looked at him.

"Well, it's true," Karasu said, as if talking about the weather.

"Excuse me! My name is Kazuma Kuwabara and I have a sword!"

Karasu eyed him lazily. "Really, now?"

"Yes!" Kuwabara declared, crossing his arms and turning back to the movie.

Karasu stared at him, puzzled. "Well, aren't you going to plunge it through my heart or something?"

"I can't. I left it at home."

"Idiot," Karasu muttered, before standing and wandering off.

"Yes! Now I have the popcorn all to myself!"

"Kurama…" Yuusuke whined, pounding on the door to the girl's bathroom.

"This is pointless," Hiei said, glaring at the movie theater employee who was preventing them from entering the girl's bathroom. Hiei slid down the wall, closing his eyes. "He's not going to come out until he feels like it and we can't go in after him."

"Yes we can! I'll just break down the door and-" Yuusuke began, preparing to kick the door in, but Hiei yanked him down to sit beside him.

"You're an idiot, Yuusuke. It's stupid to mess with Kurama when he's upset. We'll just have to wait until he works it out himself, and then we'll pretend like nothing happened."

"Ehh… then why does he even need friends? I mean, if nothing we could ever do would help him…"

"Trust me, Yuusuke. What we're doing right now is helping."

"I don't see how," Yuusuke muttered, staring up at the ceiling and blowing his bangs out of his face.

"Hn."

"Quit talking to me like that!"

"Hn?"

"You're using Hiei-doublespeak!"

Hiei rolled his eyes. "Stupid…" His eyes drifted lazily to the corner of the room, where someone was emerging from that room that you view the movies in. Hiei growled when he realized who it was.

"Bite me," Karasu said, glaring down at Hiei.

"No thanks. Ingesting your blood would give me an STD."

"Kurama in there?" Karasu asked, pointing his thumb at the door to the girl's bathroom.

"Yeah. What's it to you? It's not like you can go in there," Yuusuke said, but Karasu hadn't heard most of it; he gallantly opened the door and plunged into the bright lights and funny smells that was the girl's bathroom.

Yuusuke turned his gaze to the employee guarding the bathroom. "HELLO! You let that creep go in the bathroom and not us?! HOW STUPID ARE YOU?!"

"Quit being so rude! I'm calling security!" The employee-girl yanked Yuusuke up by his ear, dragging him down the hall.

"Sorry, Yuusuke!" Hiei called, waving momentarily before following Karasu into the depths of the girl's bathroom. "Karasu…"

"QUIT FOLLOWING ME! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU STALKING ME!" Kurama shrieked, face red from anger.

"I'm not stalking you," Karasu said, patting Kurama on the head and smiling brightly. "No, today, I just wanted to see a nice film. And you and your obnoxious friends ruined it for me. Of course, I wouldn't have minded if it had just been you here!"

"Get away from him, Karasu," Hiei spat, eyes blazing.

Karasu moved away from Kurama instantly, grinning at Hiei. "It looks like someone has a crush on Kura-chan!"

"You're stupid! Hiei would never feel that way about me!"

"Shut up and get out," spat Hiei, pointing at the door with a shaking finger.

"One moment, midget." He turned to Kurama. "Do my affections anger you this much, Kurama?"

"YES!"

"Hmm… all right, then. I'll leave you alone."

Kurama stared open-mouthed at Karasu.

"That is, if you can score higher than me on tomorrow's biology test."

"You can't be serious, Karasu. Everyone knows that Kurama's the smartest student at school."

"…but if I score higher than you… you have to do whatever I say for one week!"

"Heh. Like that would ever happen."

"Don't be so sure, Hiei. So, what do you say, Kurama?"

"Of course. It'll be great to never be bothered by you again."

Karasu smirked. "We'll just see, won't we?" He moved to the door, opening it. He paused, staring back at the two of them. "By the way, do you know that friend of yours, Kuwabara?"

"He's no friend of mine," Hiei said, crossing his arms.

"Either way, you should probably stop him before he gets himself kicked out of the theater." Karasu stepped from the room, continuing on as if nothing had happened. Once he felt he was alone, he did a happy dance.

"That jerk makes me soooo mad!" Kurama shrieked, pulling brown paper towels from the dispenser and ripping them into tiny pieces, which dropped like confetti into Hiei's hair. Hiei didn't seem too happy, but didn't say anything about it.

"Calm down, Kurama. Breathe. Just think, this time tomorrow, you'll be Karasu-free forever."

Kurama smiled his beautiful smile that turns even the stoutest of hearts into puddles of goo on the floor. Hiei turned away before he could start acting like a sap. A confused look passed momentarily over Kurama's face. "…although he did seem pretty sure of himself…"

"He was just bluffing."

"I suppose so…"

"C'mon, let's see what kind of trouble the idiot's gotten himself into while we were gone," murmured Hiei, holding the door open for Kurama.

"Yes," Kurama nodded, hoping that Kuwabara hadn't done anything to get them permanently banned from the theater… not that the excursion had been very enjoyable.

Kurama had just finished fixing himself dinner (his mother had called earlier to say that she was stuck in murderous traffic and probably wouldn't be home until later) when the phone rang.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Kurama?"

"Oh! Youko!" Kurama plopped down on the couch, propping his elbow on the armrest. "So, what's so important that you decided to take time out of your busy life to call li'l old me?"

"You're such a baka, Kurama. You're my otouto!"

"Never mattered before…"

"Never mind that! So, how's life been treating you lately?"

"It's been hell, broken only by the days at school when I'm the beloved stalkee of one Karasu the Crow-boy…"

"Oh, so I guess everything's normal?"

"Pretty much…except…"

" `Cept what?"

Kurama sighed. "Nothing."

"This isn't anything about Karasu, is it?"

"Well… a little. But mostly Hiei."

"What's he up to?"

"Glaring at people, setting things on fire, threatening to kill random defenseless cardboard boxes…"

"I always did like that little squirt…"

"He wouldn't want to hear that, you know."

"So? What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Hey, Youko…"

"Ne, Kura-chan?"

"Gah! Don't call me that! That's what Karasu calls me!"

"…you sure talk about him a lot, for him only being a dedicated stalker…"

Kurama glared at the phone. "Do you want me to hang up on you?"

Youko laughed a little. "You know it doesn't matter to me either way. I'm just calling you so that Kuronue will stop pestering me to do something useful."

"…"

"Oh, come on, Kurama… you're not still upset, are you?"

"It wasn't that long ago."

"I warned you not to. Everyone warned you not to, but you didn't listen."

Kurama didn't answer.

"Listen, Shuu-chan… I know he hurt you, but… I've been friends with him since we were nine… and our band is getting close to cutting a record deal, and…" Youko seemed to be fumbling for reasons to not be mad at Kuronue.

"I understand," Kurama said quickly, managing to prevent his voice from shaking too much.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'm fine. I have no right to stand in the way of your life, so I won't."

"…Shuuichi…"

"Hm?"

"I love you, li'l bro!"

Kurama rolled his eyes. "I know."

"Hmm… well, I have to go. He's complaining to me-something about the dirty dishes from last week…"

"I'll see you sometime?"

"Of course! Bye!"

Kurama put down the phone. All of a sudden, he didn't feel too keen on eating, so he picked at his food with his chopsticks for about ten minutes before dumping the lot in the trash and heading to his bedroom.

He went to his room, pulling his biology textbook out of his bag and stretching out on his bed. "Now, to dispose of a stalker…"

Finished on 6/29/04

Beta-ed by Futomi of Ryuujitsu

AN: Hey everybody! …mou. Today, July 29, is my birthday! So, erm… I decided to be Hobbit-like and give people presents on my birthday… I bet you wished for something else, but oh well.

I don't know how popular this story is going to be, so I won't demand reviews just yet. Mou. I do hope you review nonetheless. Really.

I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter two is already written and should be posted next week!

Until next time,

me