Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Shadow Fox Tale ❯ Preparations ( Chapter 2 )

Curious kitsune: I am so happy that people actually read my stuff!!! Yay~[starts dancing]

Kurama: [sweatdrop] just a reminder, CK, we have a fic to do.

Curious kitsune: [looks up from her `over-joyness'] oh, right. Why don't you do it?

Kurama: O_O

Curious kitsune: What?

Kurama: I'm not the author, you know.

Curious kitsune: [suddenly realizes] I knew that…

Kurama: [smirk]

Curious kitsune: Fine, then you do the disclaimer.

Kurama: [shrugs] Okay. CK does not own Yu Yu Hakusho. Only the plot.

Curious kitsune: [stops her dancing and jumps in] And that goes for the last two chappies too! [Bows] On with the fic!

Kurama: [sweatdrop but recovers] And please review. [suddenly grows quiet] Or she'll bug me until I review for her.

Curious kitsune: [from far away] I heard that…

Kurama: [nervous laugh]

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"You wouldn't dare." It was meant to be more of an observation than wishful talking, but her eyes betrayed her, they were filled with pain, hopelessness…and tears.

"I can, I would and I will, Kiko." The six-eared goat smiled. "Unless you fight for me."

"But if you want me win, what happens when I fight him? He won't fight me once he sees me in my youko form," she protested, "What would you do then?! Huh?!"

His smile only deepened as his lips curved upwards even more, "Which is why he won't see you in your youko form."

"But he knows all of my other forms too!"

"So?"

"So, he will be able to recognize me anyways! What do you want me to do? Wear a mask?!"

Yomi couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You've read my mind."

~♪~

Kurama was doing his nigen school work while Hiei was sitting on the window sill, one leg bent and the other dangling in midair. He was polishing his katana with a piece of cloth that was given to him earlier by Kurama. As far as he knows, the nigens call the piece of cloth a "handkerchief."

`Hn. Stupid nigen cloth names,' he thought to himself. He look at the Kitsune, after making sure no one was looking at him; Hiei sniffed the handkerchief and smiled.

~Flash Back~

Hiei was sitting on his favorite tree branch, polishing his katana with a piece of cloth that he had torn off his top. The kitsune saw it.

"Hiei, you can't always polish your katana with pieces of your clothes, soon you will end up with nothing to wear, not that I would complain…" The redhead realized what had he just said and blushed. Suddenly remembering something, Kurama climbed the tree Hiei was sitting in and sat next to Hiei on the branch, he pulled out a piece of clean cloth from his jeans pocket, then handed it to Hiei. "It's called a handkerchief. Use this instead. You can keep it for later too."

Hiei snorted but accepted the offering. The youko smiled and jumped down the tree. He waved to the fire demon before leaving. "Ja, ne!"

Hiei snorted again; he only accepted it because he didn't want to upset his fox and…well, he kind of…'liked' the piece of cloth, it had Kurama's sweet scent of roses on it. He sniffed it, then signed happily. He put the handkerchief into his pocket and still continued to use his clothes to polish his katana. He didn't want to get the handkerchief dirty, it was too precious.

~End Flash Back~

`Hn. Baka Kitsune, always being so considerate.' Not that he was complaining or anything, it's just that the Kitsune seemed to be so perfect and he… Quickly pushing away the thought, Hiei returned to polish his already shining katana.

"Are you gonna do anything other than polishing that katana of yours tonight? If I didn't know any better, I would say you want to pay more attention to it than me…" There was a hint of fake hurt, a little teasing and something else he couldn't identify.

`Well, two can play at that game,' he thought wryly. Turning to the sensual Kitsune who was sitting on his bed in his pajamas, the small youkai spoke, a hint of challenge in his tone, "Well, since you think that way, I guess you'll just have to do something to `get' my attention."

The redhead's eyes lit up in mischief, smiling wickedly, he walked up to the fire youkai, in the most seductive way he could manage in Suuichi's body, he picked up the smaller demon easily and dumped him on the bed. Hiei may have lots of lean muscles on his body, but he was very light. Then the youko sat on top of the other's thighs, looking into the crimson red orbs. Hiei smirked. "One track mind kitsune," he accused. And he was rewarded by a wicked smile on his lover's face.

Deciding that he couldn't wait any longer, Kurama bent down and claimed his lover's mouth in a passionate kiss while his hands went to work: pulling off the white scarf, the black cloak, the shirt, the belts, the pants…

Outside the bedroom room, Shiori listened quietly, a small smile on her face, "My Suuichi is really grown up, ne?" She stepped away from the door as quietly as possible, so not to disturb the couple. She was still carrying the tray of hot chocolate and marshmallows, which she originally prepared for her son and his friend, but she guess that it was no longer necessary, good thing she didn't just open the door like she sometimes did. "Now, what should I do with these hot chocolate?" She said to herself as she walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

~♪~

"What the hell do you take me for? Your bed slave?! There is no way in the three worlds that I'm gonna wear that piece of…of towel! Not to mention in public!" Kiko turned away from Yomi, arms folded across her chest, glaring at the tip of her boots.

Yomi just chuckled. "Language, Kiko. Of course, if you want to be my slave, I wouldn't object." He extended a hand towards the girl, but she jumped out of his reach and glared daggers at him.

"Not even in your dreams, you six-eared old goat. And there is no way I'm wearing that…that thing." She made disgusted a face, pointing at the tunic in Yomi's arms.

"But this is made of best kind of silk there is. Do you know how much I paid for this min[1] tunic?"

She snorted. "You didn't pay a bloody copper coin[1] for the silk; they were made of me!" she sounded hurt, "I may not be as smart as Kurama, but I'm no fool that can be toyed with. Especially not like this!"

Yomi chuckled, "Fine. You win. I'll tell them to make an outfit that you approve, how does that sound, Kiko?" `She reminds me of him so much,' Yomi thought to himself.

Kiko looked at him as if considering something, one delicate eyebrow raised. Yomi simply smiled. "What's in it for you, old goat?" He pretended to be surprised.

"What do you mean?" `Oh yes, she definitely reminds me of him.'

"Don't play dumb, old goat, what's in it for you?" She asked, voice cold and emotionless.

"Go win me a tournament," Yomi replied, tone now emotionless as well.

Kiko surveyed him for a moment before speaking, "I'm sure there's more to it, but I'm sick of arguing with you. Get out. I'll see you at dinner, old goat."

Yomi smirked and walked out of the room like he was told, while his steps echoed down the hallway; his thoughts echoed in his mind. 'They're so much alike: the appearance, the voice, the suspicions toward others, the attitude, the personality, the grace. The everything. But they are youkos…and youkos…are always both in and out of one's reach…Well, better not think about it, I've got other things to worry about.' He pushed away the thoughts and didn't think about them anymore until dinner.

[1] Don't bother look that up the dictionary. Just a word I made up for the fic. Our beloved kitsune will explain what it is in the next chapter.

[2] My system is simple. In Maikai, they use coins: Gold ones worth the most; silvers worth second; copper last.