Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Fox ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimers: I don't own anything.. except a guitar, keyboard, and drums! They're all offbrand though, you wouldn't want anything, trust me.. *sneaks stuff off* Oh, I own the character Remy, cute little grungy emo thing, ain't he? Any resemblences between Remy and a real person are coincidental, or just sterotypical. (How dare you follow the crowd!)

Notes: Thank you to all the new reviewers!! Your all so kind and it makes me happy to open my email and see reviews! (It also makes me update sooner, *hint hint*) Not to start a war, but you fanfiction people post more then the mediaminer people! Such encouraging words, wow, I just got one from MysticDragonsFire! Hehehe... I've never got one while I've been working on a story, congrats!

Kurama's mama (haha) is out of town a while on a business trip, but may pop in later to say hi.

For those of you into guitars, theres a nice one in the story. I don't own a Bich myself, but my guitarist does, and it's pretty shiny red, I love it. She worships it. Are any of you musicians?

Now for the story!!

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Something had woke Kurama, as if something wasn't quite right, and he sat up with a start remembering that Remy was in the house and could be potentially be dangerous. He ran down the stairs, throwing a shirt on as he took them two at a time. He came into the living room to see Remy staring back at him calmly holding a guitar if it was nothing to be standing around holding a guitar in someone else's house at 5:30 am.

"Kurama? Is something wrong?"

"I.. I heard a noise, I thought something could be wrong." He relaxed, berating himself for thinking Remy was trying to kill him.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to play this, I'll put it back.." He stood to return it, but Kurama shook his head.

"No, you can play that. My mother got it for me, but I've never really had time to sit and play it." Kurama remembered how his mother always wanted him to get into music, piano, violin, guitar. He had tried everything she handed him to please her, but ended up setting them aside for his plants, thus his music skills never really went far.

"Aw man, Kurama. It's a B.C. Rich Bich, how can you just set it aside? It's all dusty!" He stared down amazed at the glittering silver guitar in his hands.

"To tell the truth, I was more into my plants and studies to get into guitar, but I play it occassionally." He studied the boy a minute then smirked. "Can you play anything?"

Remy's eyes widened in joy. "Can I play anything? Zepplin, Doors, Skynard, Metallica, Blink, Green Day, anything... you name it."

Kurama looked thoughtful for a second. "What about "Yellow" by Coldplay?" (A/N: I figured Coldplay was a more enviroment-concerned band and softer music, something Kurama would be into. Clocks is more piano, so I settled for Yellow. C'mon! it fits him!)

Remy smirked for a minute and then started to play for Kurama, and as he did it was as if all the worries in the world washed away and Kurama felt light and dizzy. He could almost just let go and...

Suddenly the music stopped and Remy stared at Kurama. "Are you ok? You seemed.. dazed." He asked, looking almost too innocent for Kurama's tastes.

"No, it was.. nothing. You play very well, but I think we should go see Koenma now, since we're both up."

Remy nodded setting the guitar back on it's stand almost reluctantly. "Alright. I'm ready."

Kurama headed upstairs to get dressed. "Would you like shower and some clean clothes?"

Remy considered this for a moment and answered. "Naw, your clothes wouldn't fit. 'Sides I showered yesterday, I still smell pretty good."

He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and Kurama looked slighty weirded out. "Alright then." He shook his head, that must be Hiei's side showing through.

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Kurama walked in to Koenma's office, followed by Remy, who hand his hands in his pocket and was looking around. Koenma looked up from his desk and looked at the two.

"I see you found him."

"Hiei brought him to me. I am a little curious about his.."

Remy cut in "..Creation. He wants to know how they made me. I'll wait outside, 'cause it's probably top secret." He left through the doors and into the hallway to explore on his own.

Koenma side and looked at his paper work. "Well, as I told Hiei, there is a small stone that can.. 'create' new beings. An enemy of yours must want you dead, and that's exactly what Remy is for. He has all your attacks and can move just as fast as either of you, if not faster. We think he has all of Hiei's attacks, but I'm not certain on that. I do know that he doesn't need the eye to read thoughts. He's very dangerous Kurama, you shouldn't trust him entirely." Koenma crossed his arms, in a dramatic air, but Kurama just shrugged it off.

"That's not all, I think he can control music.."

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Remy stood in the hallway, wandering where he should go now that he was alone, but a blue haired woman ran up to him, waving her arms frantically, screeching in the loudest weirdest voice he'd ever heard.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here! Who are you!" Botan yelled at him, wanting to know who would be standing outside Koenma's door this time of day.

He blinked and stared at her with all the calmness of Kurama, but his expression was angry, reminding her of Hiei. If she didn't know better, this could be his brother or son. "I'm Remy and I'm waiting on Kurama. You must be Botan, the screechy one."

"Screechy one?!" She glared at him, eyes glowing with fire, towering tall. "I'll show you screechy!" She went to give him a good smack and Remy ducked and rolled as the door opening. There was a loud 'slap' as Botan's hand connected with Kurama's face.

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Well that's it for now, got my head stuck in a hoodie and I'm so hungry my arm looks edible. So I'm gonnna run away and see if I can get my hoodie off and shower. You guys leave some C&C because it gives me mental food for the story. When I check my email and see comments flowing out of my inbox, it makes me excited.

And soon I'll draw you a picture of Remy, since you must be curious. Hey I'm not that bad a drawer, so you'll be able to guess who he is. Haha