Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ One Week ❯ Monday ( Chapter 2 )

One Week

Chapter Two: Monday

"Morning, Red!" Yuusuke said jovially the next morning.

"Hello, Yuusuke," Kurama murmured as he looked through his biology textbook to check a random fact for the umpteenth time that morning.

Yuusuke, angered by this, slammed his fist down on the book. Kurama gave him a pointed look. "That hurt, Yuusuke. I think you broke my fingers," Kurama said calmly, pulling his smashed fingers out from under the book.

"Oh… I'm sorry, Kurama! Oh, great… now you're going to bubble in the wrong answer because your hand is broken and you'll have to be Karasu's slave for a week and it'll be all my fault, so Hiei will murder me and…"

"No run-on sentences, please," Kurama murmured, stretching his squashed fingers out in front of him on his desk. "Get me some ice… please?"

"Oh… O.K. Just don't tell Hiei!"

Kurama rolled his eyes, turning back to his book.

"My beloved Kura-chan!"

"Go away," Kurama muttered, looking up at the annoying stalker-boy, whose eyes were strangely red around the edges.

"What's this?" Karasu asked, lifting Kurama's injured hand in his own. "My poor beautiful Kurama, who dared to do such a despicable thing to you?"

"Yuusuke."

"That vile beast! I shall smite him mightily!" In one quick gesture, he planted a kiss on the red knuckles before disappearing as fast as he could, under the pretext of looking for Yuusuke so that he could beat him to death.

Kurama stared maliciously at the door Karasu had left through, placing the hand in his lap. "Oh well. After today, I'll never have to deal with him again."

Hiei sidled in the classroom, taking the seat next to Kurama as usual. "Hn," he greeted.

Kurama tilted his head slightly, as if to return the greeting. He didn't look up from his book.

"Jeez, don't either of you ever talk?"

"What are you doing here, idiot? This is the advanced class. Remedial science is fifth period."

Kuwabara glared. "Actually, I was looking for Yuusuke. He borrowed my calculator yesterday and I need it back."

"What, are you going to play that drug-dealing game during health class?" *

Kurama decided to intervene before a scuffle could break out. "Actually, Yuusuke was going to get me some ice. He should be back soon if Karasu hasn't killed him."

Kuwabara raised an eyebrow questioningly, but Yuusuke decided to re-enter the room at that moment, carrying a bag of ice. "Here, Kurama," he said, dropping the bag of ice on the desk. Kuwabara immediately braced the subject of calculators, and only a few minutes after that, class started.

"We will be using Scantrons** today. No cheating and all that rot. And remember to bubble in perfectly, or you'll be counted off even if you have the right answer!" The teacher laughed maniacally before passing out the answer sheets. Moments later, thick packets full of ridiculously difficult biology questions were being passed down the rows of desks.

Kurama laughed to himself. All of the questions were too easy. Within fifteen minutes, he had finished the hundred-question test. Indescribably happy, he bounced up to the front and deposited his test and answer sheet there before going back to his seat and pulling out a book.

Hiei looked pointedly at him for a moment, before rolling his eyes and going back to his test paper. Kurama smiled and buried his nose in the book.

After an hour was up, the teacher stood. "Put the test papers DOWN!" he barked, brandishing chalk at a few students who were hastily filling the last questions in. Yuusuke grinned at Kurama as he passed his paper in, revealing a long line of C answers. Kurama sighed, exasperated; Yuusuke hadn't studied at all, most likely, but he'd still pass because of the C Rule. Damn the C Rule!

"All right! Well, I'll go put these through the machine! Then you can see how horribly you did! Mwa ha ha ha!" the teacher ran from the room, pile of test papers in his hand.

It wasn't long before Karasu sauntered over, slinging an arm on Kurama's shoulder. "So, how do you think you did, Kura-chan?"

Kurama pushed Karasu away forcefully, glaring. "I think I aced it, actually."

"Hm. I guess we'll just see who does better on the test, ne? Although I must admit… I put in ten hours of studying."

"I'm touched."

"Now, now, Kurama… the touching will happen later," Karasu whispered flirtatiously into the redhead's ear.

"Get away from me, you leech."

"Oh, c'mon, you know you're enjoying it."

"Leave Kurama alone," Hiei said dangerously.

Karasu rolled his eyes, standing up to his full height-considerably taller than Hiei. Naturally, though, Hiei wasn't fazed in the least.

The teacher chose to spring back in at that moment, effectively preventing any brawls-or at least putting them off for a few minutes. He frowned as he looked across the classroom. "BACK TO YOUR SEATS!" he shrieked. As soon as everyone was in their own seat, he smiled jubilantly at the frightened teens in the room.

"Overall, the grades were terrible. But there's always next time, ne?"

Kurama stared in shock at the paper that fluttered onto his desk. 99… Ninety-nine… his face fell. That was the worst grade he had gotten in…ever. Ragnarok had officially arrived.

"Oh, well… I bet I still got higher than Karasu. That's good, right?" he said to himself in an attempt to stroke his broken ego.

"What's wrong, Kurama?" Yuusuke asked, watching Kurama as he gripped onto his chair until his previously bruised fingers turned white.

"N-nothing…"

Yuusuke glanced down at Kurama's paper. "Ha ha ha! Is that what you're so upset about? Don't be stupid, Kurama! You still got the highest grade in the class! You always do."

"PLEASE TEACHER, CURVE THE GRADE! CURVVVVVVVVE!" chanted the many students groveling at the teacher's feet.

The teacher smiled evilly. "I can't. Someone got a hundred."

"WHAT?!" yelled the students, a sea of heads snapping to look at Kurama. "HOW DARE YOU, MINAMINO!"

The teacher laughed maniacally. "No… it wasn't Minamino-kun…"

Kurama's heart sank faster than the Titanic (which really isn't saying much, since it took several hours to sink, but it sounds good, ne?).

"…It was Karasu."

Karasu smirked at Kurama. `You're mine.'

Kurama gulped. His eyes raced down the answer column, but he had bubbled in all the answers perfectly. So he must have gotten the question wrong. Dread welled up inside him, inexorably urging him to get away as fast as he could. A sickening feeling rose in his throat…

"Look at him go! I've never seen Minamino-kun run so fast!"

"He should try out for the track team!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MINAMINO-KUN?! GET BACK IN MY CLASSROOM THIS INSTANT!"

"It's all right, sir," Karasu said. "I'll go fetch him." Karasu was out the door before Hiei or Yuusuke could protest, and then the teacher had slammed the door and was guarding it like a rabid dog.

"This sucks."

"Hai."

"Kura-chaaaaaan! Kura-chaaaaaaaaaaan!" Karasu's voice echoed through the halls, but Kurama didn't hear it.

"Oh, dear," Karasu said when he was behind Kurama. "Have you gone and made yourself sick, darling?"

Kurama hastily pulled some towels out of the dispenser, wiping his mouth on them. He looked up to see Karasu standing before him, proffering a paper cup full of water. Kurama shot him a distrusting look before grabbing the cup, swishing the contents around in his mouth, and spitting it out in the sink.

"Are you all right?" Karasu asked, looking concerned.

"I'm fine," Kurama spat, voice shaking slightly. Karasu's arms snaked around his trembling form, but he pushed the stalker-boy away as fast as he could before running back to the toilet.

"Am I really that repulsive to you, Kura-chan? Do I need to look into some plastic surgery?" Karasu called, hearing the telltale sounds of retching.

Kurama stumbled out of the stall, glaring. The cup, refilled, was offered to him once more. He took it, shoving it on top of Karasu's head before he ran to the sink, turning the faucet on and burying his head in the basin.

"Should I get you some Pepto Bismol? You know, it relieves five stomach conditions… I think. And it's pink, so it would look lovely with your hair!"

"Pink and red clash, you moron," Kurama growled, walking shakily away.

"Wait! Kuuuuuura-chan!"

Kurama didn't heed him. Karasu smirked, evil thoughts surfacing in his mind.

"Don't you remember, Kurama? You have to do whatever I say for a week. And that starts now."

Kurama glanced down at his watch. "10:30…"

"Right! So when I tell you to wait, you wait! And if I tell you to drink some Pepto Bismol, you will!"

"Yeah… about that. Let's get something straight right now. I'm only complying because if I didn't, I would look like a liar…"

"But you'd be a very pretty liar…"

"…What I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to let you have your way with me just because of some stupid bet, all right!"

"I wouldn't try to do that to you, Kura-chan. Noooo… I mean, you can't rape the willing," Karasu declared with a smile.

Kurama felt a slight shock at hearing those words, but quickly fought it down. Now wasn't the time to dwell on it…

"Do you need to go to the nurse?"

"…No, I…urghhhh…" He slid down the wall, clutching his stomach.

"Or should I just take you home?"

Kurama slumped over, head lolling to the side.

"Oh dear… how dreadful… I'll just have to take care of him, won't I?" Karasu said gleefully to himself.

Karasu bent down, lifting the redhead into his arms.

"Karasu."

"Hm?" he asked, turning to meet Hiei and Yuusuke.

"The teacher sent us to look for you and Kurama… and aren't we glad we did?"

"Kura-chan is sick," Karasu explained. "He was throwing up in the bathroom, and then he sorta fainted, and so now I'm taking him home."

"There's no need for you to trouble yourself," Hiei said. "After all, we're Kurama's friends; we can take care of him."

Karasu smirked. "Hiei."

"Karasu."

"Hiei."

"Karasu."

"Hiei."

"…this is really getting annoying," Yuusuke muttered. "C'mon, Hiei. Let's just take Kurama and go."

"Nobody was talking to you. This is just between Hiei and me. Isn't that right, Hiei?"

"Hn."

"Oh well. Don't talk to me then. I'll just take Kurama home… after all, the two of you can't afford to miss any more school. Ta ta!"

"…He's running away…"

"…"

"Aren't you gonna catch him?"

"…"

"That's cold, Hiei. I thought you loved Kurama."

"…Why does everyone keep saying that? It's becoming annoying."

"It's true, Hiei. And in case you didn't know, this is the part where you run after Karasu, yelling `NOOO! Give me back my Kurama!'."

"Hn." Hiei walked away.

Yuusuke rolled his eyes. "Hopeless…" he murmured, and set off after Karasu.

Karasu was bustling around his house, looking for various items that make people feel better. After gathering just about every medicine bottle in the house, he sank down on the couch next to Kurama. He pressed a wet cloth to Kurama's forehead while he looked through the large basket of medicines in his lap.

"Let's see now… nasal spray… eye drops… Flintstones vitamins…" Karasu scoffed, twisting the cap and popping a vitamin into his mouth. "Motrin… Ex-Lax… ewwww… Pepto! Yes!"

He twisted the cap… or at least tried to, but the child safety feature seriously complicated things for Karasu. "It says `press down and turn', so why isn't it working when I do that?! Grr!" He glared at the miniscule writing on top of the cap, but he had read it right the first time. So, like a Wright brother, kept trying and trying and trying. About five minutes and a handful of broken nails later, Karasu finally managed to open the bottle.

He stared into the depths of the bottle at the thick pink liquid.

Now would be the perfect time to kiss Kurama under the pretext of giving him medicine. Of course, Karasu highly doubted that either Kurama or the annoying black-haired boy spying on them (AKA Yuusuke) would appreciate the gesture. Karasu sighed.

"Well, there is that throat thingy…" he said doubtfully. "It wouldn't be as much fun, but I probably wouldn't be killed for it, either…"

"Mnnnnguhhhhhhh…"

Karasu looked down. "Kurama?"

Sleepy emerald eyes opened slowly; Kurama blinked as he surveyed his surroundings. Karasu was sitting beside him on the couch, a big basket in his lap.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kurama screamed, looking down frantically. "Oh…good. I still have my clothes on…"

Karasu scowled. "You could trust me just a little bit more, you know. I'm not going to take advantage of you… too much."

"What am I doing here? Is this your house?"

"You fainted, so I had to take care of you; and yes, this is my house… well, it's actually my parents' house, but they're never here."

"Hmm…"

"Well, since you're here already, you might as well spend the night!"

Kurama laughed dryly.

Karasu smirked in response. "Now, now; it's not funny at all. I mean, you have to stay."

"Why?"

"…Have you forgotten already? You will do my bidding. Until next Monday morning, I AM KAMI! Gwa ha ha ha ha!"

"Well, I think you cheated."

Karasu looked offended. "That's awfully tactless of you! I'd never cheat just to get you! I studied all night! I didn't even sleep!"

Kurama looked away, staring out the window at the darkening sky. "What time is it?"

Karasu lazily gazed down at his watch. "One."

"Then I can still go back to school!"

"Don't bother; I told the people at school that you wouldn't be back, and I called your Mom. She stopped by earlier, but she decided you should stay here since she won't get home from work until late."

"So I'm trapped here?"

"You're not trapped… but you do have to stay."

"I hate you."

"Here, take some medicine!"

Kurama crossed his arms defiantly. "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I ORDER YOU TO TAKE THE MEDICINE!"

"NO-aargh!" Karasu had decided to take advantage of the fact that Kurama had opened his mouth, and shoved the spoonful of medicine into his mouth. Kurama's eyes bulged as the liquid spread across his tongue and back into his throat, forcing him to swallow. (That last sentence is very naughty all by itself… -^_^-)

Kurama glared, but Karasu only smiled at him. "How about we watch some TV?" he suggested, grabbing the remote and flicking the `Power' button. "Hmm… what network do you like?"

"…" Kurama refused to answer.

"Oh…" Karasu said, looking momentarily crestfallen. "I know! We can watch I Love Lucy! That really is the greatest show ever made, you know!"

Kurama slouched, wrapping his arms around himself and putting on his best `This Is Hellish' faceâ"¢, while Karasu stood, looking expectantly at Kurama.

"What?"

"Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

"…Hot tea and some dark chocolate, if you have it."

"Oh… well, I don't have any dark chocolate, but I do have some tea! Is green tea all right?"

"It's fine…"

Karasu bustled back into the room, carrying a pot of green tea and two delicate cups. He poured some tea into each, handing one to the redhead. Kurama was about to take a sip when he stopped, cup poised delicately before his lips.

Karasu stared, riveted; a small amount of blood trickled from his nose.

"You didn't put any date rape drugs in this tea, did you?" Kurama asked, jarring Karasu from his stupor.

Karasu's hand clenched around his own teacup. "Do you distrust me that much?" Karasu asked, voice taking a dark tone.

"Yes."

Karasu set his teacup down on the table with a clunk. He turned to look into Kurama's eyes. "I'm not like him. I'm not going to say I love you, use you, and then throw you away. I'd never do that."

Kurama's teacup fell from a nerveless grasp, shattering on the floor; tea seeped into the rug, but neither boy paid any attention to it. "H-how do you know about that?" The boy's voice shook dangerously and his fingers tightened their grip on the couch until they turned ashen.

Karasu leaned in toward Kurama, eyes glinting darkly. "I have my sources," he said mysteriously, but his face immediately brightened when he leaned down to plant an unexpected kiss on Kurama's cheek.

Kurama's skin was thrown into turmoil; his face was deathly white, but a pink splotch had appeared on both cheeks.

"Now, let's see what crazy things Lucy is doing today…" Karasu turned back to the TV as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, Inari save me…" Kurama mumbled, staring at his shattered teacup.

* I've never actually played it, but last year in my algebra class, people played these calculator games… and one of them was where you sold pot and stuff. It was really odd.

** In case you didn't know, Scantron is that thingy where you mark the answers on the sheet full of A, B, C, etc., and your teacher makes an answer key… and the teacher runs the answer key through the machine and it marks all the questions where your answer is different from the one on the answer key. So, it only takes a few minutes to grade tests for a whole class. Great, ne? Your world comes crashing down almost instantly!

Finished on 7/04/04

Beta-ed by Futomi of Ryuujitsu

*waves* Hey, y'all. Well, I was going to wait to post this chapter until Thursday, but I was feeling charitable… *cough* actually, I just wanted to whine to all of you about the injustice of school starting on August second. The school board is crazy! *growls*

Ahem. Anyway, I'm half-dead right now, so I don't think I have much else to say… mou.

Please review, peoples! Revive the poor author-person!