Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Orenji no Taiyou ❯ Dance, Dance ( Chapter 4 )

Yuusuke growled as they pounded their way through the third mob of blood-thirsty demons in an hour. Apparently, the whole demon plane had sensed their arrival and it seemed that every demon wanted to be able to boast that they took down the great Team Urameshi.

Finally getting fed up with the random attacks, Yuusuke exercised some control over the other two teens. Being the demon lord, he did have some diplomatic control over his demon companions: Hiei and Shuuichi, however, he hardly used it.

 

“Hiei, use that third eye of yours and tell me the location of our next wave of attackers.”

 

Hiei gave Yuusuke a `if you ever say that to me again, I'll have your head' look and let his bandana unravel. Within minutes, he was able to give a set of coordinates.

 

“I don't want numbers, give me a time here!”

”They are about a mile away. It will be five minutes, tops.” This eared Shuuichi a thankful look as the on-the-verge-of-being-pissed-off demon lord went on ahead to use his shotgun.

 

Shuuichi and Hiei stayed up, however. Hiei was busy gathering coordinates on the ever-moving Jiro.

 

After a while, Yuusuke came wondering back. Seeing the concentrating Hiei, the black-haired teen threw Shuuichi a confused look.

 

“He's looking for Jiro,” Shuuichi informed the younger boy. “It will be sunset soon. Let's make camp.” Upon saying this, the two teens began to collect wood for a fire.

 

“We need a fire circle to contain it.” Shuuichi nodded to the suggestion and began to collect large rocks.

 

After a large pile of wood accumulated and a semi-circle was made with half a pile of rocks, Hiei replaced his bandana with a growl. “Jiro disappeared. We have to go back.”

”Fuck,” the curse escaped Yuusuke as he sat against a tree, watching his redhead friend work on the circle.

 

“Fuck,” Shuuichi said as well. This earned him a `what-the hell?' glance from Hiei and a `I-can't-believe-it's-not-butter!' glance from Yuusuke. “What?”

 

Yuusuke continued to give him a dumb look as he crawled over and poked Shuuichi's cheek. “Since when do you curse?”

”Since I broke a nail moving these rocks,” Shuuichi stated simply before going wide-eyed. He hadn't meant to say that. Bad Shuuichi! Bad! He mentally scolded.

 

“…You broke…a nail?” Yuusuke asked to clarify. Shuuichi only nodded. “Let me see your hand.” Yuusuke clarified at Shuuichi's reluctance, “The rock might have broken your finger.”

Shuuichi reached his hand out and Yuusuke took it. Yuusuke looked at the older boy's hand in his own for a moment before deciding that the finger wasn't broken, though the nail was falling off. Wait…

 

“Kurama…do you have a manicure?”

 

BAD SHUUICHI! BAD!

 

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It was a rather warm day in the city as a raven-haired boy wondered down the black roads. The grass was still in that transformation from winter brown to summer green, not that there was a lot of grass to transform. Nor were there too many trees to grow their leaves again, Japan was just too crowded.

 

Instead of greenery, the teen only had a city landscape to survey. Shop fronts held everything from clothes to computers and manga and yes, even porn. From time to time, there would be a ramen shop or sake bar in the background with houses above them. The main street was too crowded though.

 

Yuusuke sighed as he wandered down the back roads of his city. His house reeked of alcohol, Keiko was in Tokyo visiting her sick aunt, Kuwabara was being held hostage by his enraged older sister over a poor report card, and Genkai had the door locked.

 

“Kurama…do you have a manicure?”

 

Before Shuuichi could answer, Hiei got back on topic. “We'll have to go back home tomorrow and use Spirit World's trackers to find Jiro.”

”Wait,” Yuusuke pulled away from Shuuichi. “We have to go back already?”

”He disappeared. There is no way to find him and plenty of ways to get sidetracked and attacked,” Hiei took out his katana and began to polish it.

 

Yuusuke sighed and sat back against his tree. He watched as Shuuichi finished the fire circle and arranged the wood for ignition. As soon as it was done, Hiei lit it and they had demon bird for dinner.

 

And a two headed fish.

 

Yuusuke let out another sigh at the memory. He was supposed to still be in demon world, kicking ass. Instead he was wandering the streets, trying to find someone to pick a fight with.

 

“Kurama, maybe?” the raven-haired boy pondered. He hadn't been to see Shuuichi yet. Maybe he would have more luck there.

 

Deciding this would be more fun then roaming the streets, Yuusuke set off towards the good part of town.

 

--

 

Minamino Shiori in the kitchen was washing dishes when her son came to her with a request.

 

“Mother,” Shuuichi put on the best look he could muster. To add to the effect, he picked up a plate and began to wash it. “Can I go visit Dai in Tokyo? I have money for the ferry ride and bus.”

 

Shiori let out a small sigh of relief when she heard this. She had waited far too long for her son to get a girlfriend and it was a relief that he was this interested in her. She was not about to stand in the way of a good thing. “Of course, but for how long?”

 

“Her father offered me a spare room for two nights,” Shuuichi smiled through his lie. In truth though, he had friends with spare rooms…and miniskirts.

 

“Alright, but I want you to call me when you get there.” Shiori felt she could trust her son. He would go straight there and he wouldn't touch Dai, right? No, he wouldn't. He knew better then that. He had never caused trouble before and she was confident that he wouldn't start trouble now.

 

“Thanks so much Mother!” Shuuichi beamed a smile down at her and dried his hands before giving her a hug. In a flash, he had set down the white plate and gone upstairs to pack. He would be gone within the hour.

 

Shiori smiled to herself once more as she put away the dishes. Shuuichi left soon after asking and was on his way for about a half hour before Yuusuke came to the door.

 

“Konichiwa Yuusuke-kun,” Shiori bowed.

 

“Konichiwa Minamino-san,” Yuusuke bowed back. “Is Shuuichi home?”

”I'm afraid you just missed him. He is on his way to Tokyo to visit his girlfriend.”

”Oh, I see.” With a disappointed, but satisfied smile, Yuusuke turned to leave.

 

As the red door closed behind Yuusuke, a thought came to mind. What about that hidden compartment in Shuuichi's dresser?

 

Yuusuke watched as Shiori returned to the kitchen. Being as quiet as possible, Yuusuke opened the door again and let himself in. Shutting it as quietly as possible, Yuusuke crept upstairs and to his friend's room.

 

Upon entering, the smell of roses caught Yuusuke's nostrils. Accepting the scent, Yuusuke shut the door behind him and locked it. Satisfied that no one knew he was there, he made his way to the dresser.

 

Kneeling down, he pulled open the bottom compartment, just as he had seen Shuuichi do.

 

“Wow…Kurama really is a pervert,” Yuusuke muttered to himself as he looked upon the space filled with everything from panties to skirts to blouses to bras to make up.

 

There was even a curling iron and a kit for waxing your legs.

 

And a manicure set.

 

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Shuuichi sat on the Japanese equivalent to the American Greyhound Bus. The ocean blue seats with green, aqua, and black stripes were all uniform. All of the overhead compartments were black, all of the floor lights were orange, and all of the windows were tinted.

 

Despite the lack of bright colors and light… and fun… Shuuichi still held a smirk firmly on his smug face. The redhead could hardly believe he was on his way to Tokyo to visit the new gay bar and dance club on opening night. He owed his friend Yuukou big time for offering him a place to stay while he partied.

 

Yuukou was a friend of his he had met at the park several months earlier. Shuuichi had approached the taller boy when he noticed he was in a skirt. It was Yuukou who had taken him shopping for his padded bra and pink shimmer lip-gloss. Yea sparkles!

 

It was also Yuukou who convinced him to wax his legs…among other places. It was also Yuukou's suggestion to pretend like he was visiting Dai.

 

It was a good thing Jiro had disappeared; otherwise he'd still have to be working instead of partying with his new lime green mini. Sure, he only had nine nails, but that's okay. As long as he was grinding some hot guy on the dance floor, he didn't care.

 

Too bad Yuusuke wouldn't be there. He'd be fun to grind.

 

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Dai crept through her Father's small apartment, mindful of the used cigarettes and beer bottles on the floor. She had just gotten word from an old friend that a new gay bar was opening up. Apparently, as Yuukou said, it was for gays and lesbians. Upon getting word of such a place, Dai had resolved to take Keiko there for a night of dancing.

 

“Hun, wake up,” Dai nudged Keiko gently. Keiko had been sleeping in Dai's room while Dai had taken the couch. Her father had left hours ago, but it was still early.

 

“Nyaaa?” Keiko questioned as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. Looking around, the brunette took in the pale pink walls that surrounded her.

 

“We're going shopping, you need a new outfit for tonight,” Dai informed as she pulled out an outfit for herself from the closet. “We're both getting new things, my treat.”

 

“What's tonight?” Keiko murmured, reaching for her bag.

 

The raven-haired teen smiled knowingly. “Nope, I'm not telling you. You'll start up, `oh Dai-kun, I don't want to go.' Then I'll have to spend the whole day convincing you to go and we'll go and end up having a fun time and I will have wasted a whole shopping day convincing you to go!”

 

Keiko blinked at the older girl for a moment. “Oh.”

 

“That's why I'm not telling you. Now get ready. We can get breakfast on the way to the mall,” Dai ran a brush through her hair before ducking into the bathroom to change.

 

“You sound overly complicated and confused,” Keiko continued as she regained some more consciousness, “but as long as you're buying, I'm getting new shoes and a halter top!”

 

“That's the spirit.” Dai reentered the room in a black skirt and a black V-neck. The V-neck clung to her skin, enhancing her hourglass figure. Her hair had been pulled into a high ponytail. She kneeled down to look at a makeup mirror as she applied eyeliner.

 

“I'll buy you new earrings and a haircut too,” she offered. Keiko, in turn, got a giant grin on her face before pulling out blue corduroys and a powder pink top. “Here,” Dai handed Keiko a bag of her make up. “You'll look good in some; you've got such a pretty complexion.”

 

With a nod, Keiko began to put on some lipstick and blush over a light power foundation.

 

A few minutes later, the pair were on their way out the door.