Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Thinking Of You ❯ The Demo Derby ( Chapter 7 )

Thinking of You

"So you guys are… together?" Yusuke asked blatantly.

You look at me. Time freezes for a second. To me it seems like an eternity.

"Yes," you reply. "Yes, we are `together' Yusuke."

You take my hand in yours. You give me a kiss on the cheek. I blush a bright red, entirely embarrassed by the whole situation. You smile and wink at me, but turn your eyes to the others. Yusuke looks dumbfounded, Kuwabara is standing stark still, eyes wide and the girls are huddled over by themselves. I gulp. I cannot help but think that they will not be able to accept our love, and will leave us. I no longer want to be alone. I look down.

"We were wondering how long it would take you two," Kuwabara says. I look up from the ground. I cannot believe he said that!

"Yeah, you two have been mooning for quite some time now and we couldn't help but notice. I'm glad you finally realized how you feel," Yusuke piped up. The girls all turned around at once, revealing a poster that says: "Good luck Hiei and Kurama!" I can't believe my eyes, or my ears for that matter. You laugh a happy laugh. You go over to each of them, hugging each in turn. I just stand there, dumbfounded. Yusuke comes over and claps his hand on my back. Kuwabara gives me a good ruffling of my hair. I growl at both of them, though I am glad. Yusuke laughs and Kuwabara just keeps going, getting me in a headlock and repeating "ha ha, got you shrimp!"

"Kuwabara," you coo. I look up at you, or at least as much of you as I can. "If you don't mind, I'd like him to be left in one piece. I haven't had my way with him yet. There still is a lot I'd like to do with him."

"Yeah, but I still haven't figured out what you see in him," Kuwabara says and lets me go. Before either of them can do anything I pin him to the ground. I begin ruffling his hair the same way he had done mine.

"We're what you call `kindred spirits', you idiot," I proclaim. He tries to get away but I keep him firmly stuck on the floor, even if he is bigger. The strongest will always prevail. You laugh at us both and begin trying to pry me off the idiot's back. I hang on for awhile longer, but eventually you get the best of me and pull me off his back, pulling him along with me. He stands, swaying slightly.

"Now I know," he states. Yusuke and Keiko laugh as he crashes to the floor below, in a fake faint.

"Kazuma!" Yukina shouts. She runs to his side. I can't help it; I smile as she lifts his head, worry written all over her features.

"I'm ok Yukina," he says. He looks at her and turns red as he realizes where he is. You put your arm around my shoulders and pull me close. The idiot and my sister giggle as they continue an innocent point of conversation. Yusuke and Keiko have fallen into a heated battle over by the couch, and Shizuru is smoking next to the open window.

"Come on," you whisper in my ear, stealthily moving me into the kitchen. "We can at least get them some refreshments."

I nod my head absently, marveling at how close you are to me. A few days ago I would have thought myself imagining this, thinking you couldn't care, and now here I am. I'm in the one place I want to be: your arms. You open the fridge, searching for anything our guests could eat. I open a cupboard. In there I find a bottle.

"Kurama, what's this?" I ask you, while dusting off the label. It must be some sort of liquor. You look up from your rummaging and blush.

"That's a bottle of Ch. La Mission Haut Brion 2000 Graves Rouge. It cost me $450. It's supposed to be an excellent wine. I bought it for when we had something special to celebrate," you comment. You turn back to the fridge and pull out a few things.

"Why don't we serve it then?" I ask you. You shake your head in the negative. "Why not? You said it was for when we celebrate something special, isn't this special enough?"

"I meant, by ourselves," you say lowly, seductively. I shiver. You close the door of the fridge as you stand, then walk over to me. You take the bottle out of my hands and place it on the counter beside your discarded food items. Then you lift me, and lightly set me on the counter beside them. You lick your lips slowly, enticingly. I can't control it; I bend forward, capturing your mouth. You open your lips and press your tongue against my lips, asking admittance. I open my mouth to you. Your tongue rubs around as your hands part my thighs so you can better press against me.

"Aw, how cute," Yusuke blurts. I pull away from your enticing mouth and bump my head against a cupboard. You blush and step away quickly.

"Don't stop now," Yusuke continues. "We've been waiting for you guys to do that all night."

I growl and head towards him. You step in front of me. I run straight into your arms. You hold me back as Yusuke dashes off to safety.

"I'm going to kill you Yusuke!" I yell. The entire group had already crowded around to see us kissing, but was now acting as a wall to keep me from attacking Yusuke. You wrap your arms around me tighter as I try to get away. It is to no avail. I am stuck.

"Kisama!" I shout. "Let me go Kurama!"

"How many times do I have to tell you I am never letting you go?" you ask quite innocently. I look up at you in surprise, freezing in my pursuits. You bring your mouth down onto mine. The collective group sighs.

"Yusuke get over here!" Keiko yells. I can hear her even though my heart is blocking out most of the other noises. "They're kissing again!"

As I growl for the nth time, you push your tongue into my open mouth again. My body goes limp as I give into the pleasurable feeling invading my senses. I turn in your arms so that I'm embracing you. I have forgotten everything else other than you.

"Ok, that's enough guys," Yusuke says. We break the passionate kiss. We both look at each other with hungry eyes. "I'm hungry. Where's the grub?"

You laugh, breaking our locked eyes. You move over to the counter again, leaving me alone by Yusuke. I sneak up behind him as he meanders to where you are. Then I jump him. I get him in a death grip and force him to the ground. You just stare at us both for a moment before returning to what you were previously doing.

"You brought this upon yourself Yusuke," I mutter as I pull his head back. "I've been planning this since you caught me, now I'm going to finish you off."

I bring his head back further as I pin his arms behind him. I slowly turn his head so he can look at my face. Then I kiss him on the lips. You break out laughing as I pull back from an utterly stunned Yusuke. The whole group laughs. Yusuke shoves me off and into your waiting arms. He is spitting and wiping his mouth. Murder is in his eyes.

"Got you," I calmly say. My usual mask is on my face, hiding my mirth. You casually wrap your arms around my waist. Yusuke walks over to Keiko.

"I think we should leave Keiko," he says quite calmly, too calmly. "Kurama's made him into a hentai and I fear for not only you, but for me."

I try to jump him again, but you hold firm. I growl menacingly at him. Keiko backs up from Yusuke slowly. He turns to face two not so happy demons.

"And you should be talking," you say. Your aura has grown, and is showing a deep green. My aura of black is mixing with yours.

"Urameshi," the idiot says. "I think it would be best if you ran. Not only do you have a very pissed shrimp on your hands, but you have one mad youko too. We all know that Kurama's a whole lot more powerful than he lets on."

Yusuke turns and runs. I few moments later the door is heard. Your aura disappears. Mine stays. I give you a questioning look and you smile in response.

"I am getting better at scaring him," you say as everyone laughs. You let go of me and move back to the counter. "I'll have some refreshments and drinks ready in a few minutes."

The collective group moves into the living room. I observe as you pull some funnel cakes out of seeming no where. I am speechless.

"Hiei, there's another bottle in that same cupboard, would you pull it out for me?" you ask. I nod and move over to the aforementioned cupboard. I open it and reach inside; there is indeed another bottle in there. I pull it out. It is not as fancy as the other, but is still most likely good. I bring it out to the group, who has settled in a circle in the middle of the floor. They all praise the bottle before sending me back for glasses. I walk back into the kitchen as you walk out. The group lets out a happy shout and begins to devour your funnel cakes, I shake my head gently.

"Is it really that pathetic?" a soft voice sounds behind me. I jump slightly, nearly dropping a glass I have taken out of the cupboard. A chuckle is heard.

"Baka," I mutter and bring out the glasses to the anxiously awaiting masses. Each person takes a glass and pops the cork. I look around for you, but I cannot find you. I decide you are in the kitchen and head back there.

The lights are out but that doesn't bother me. I feel a hand run lightly down my arm. I shiver.

"We'll entertain them for a few hours and then I'll take you to something you'll really enjoy," your voice tells me. Your lips tease my ear. I bit back a moan. "Come on."

We walk out of the kitchen hand in hand. The group claps and starts up a conversation. I try to pay attention, but keep getting distracted by your face. I watch as you talk to them, and laugh. I still haven't quite figured out why you have this power over me. I know I love you, but why do I? Oh well, all that matters now is that I am with you.

The group steadily disappears until it is just you and me. I look at you, and you look at me. I can't get enough of you. You lean in to kiss me lightly on the lips. I close my eyes. Your lips flutter down the side of my face, then up the other. They kiss mine once again.

"Help me clean up and then I'll take you somewhere you'll enjoy," you tell me. I huff slightly, I had enjoyed that kissing, and why did you have to stop? You smile at me and I comply with your request.

The dishes and things were quickly taken care of, and I anxiously waited your surprise. You came out of your bedroom wearing a different outfit, black shorts and a green t-shirt. So uncharacteristic of you. I cock an eyebrow. You chuckle gently and pull me to the door. Then you change your mind and pull me to the bedroom. I blush so intensely I think my face is as red as your hair.

"You need a different outfit," you tell me without turning back. I let out a sigh. My face is still red as you pull out a red t-shirt and black pants, for some odd reason you have them in my size. You walk out of the room, but not before giving me a sultry look and a wink. The door closed and five seconds later I was standing next to you in the new outfit.

"I'm going to take you to a demolition derby," you tell me. I back up slightly. I have had enough of these silly Ningen customs to last me a lifetime. I shake my head. "It's much better then you think it is. Basically it's a bunch of cars crashing into one another, and the last one running is the winner."

I smile, this could be fun.

I climbed out of the car and fell into step next to you. I look around, a large parking lot. On the horizon is a huge stadium. I gape at it openly. You laugh as my mouth drops open. I look at you and you nod. That is where we are going.

We fall into step behind a large crowd that has formed into a line. I poke my head to the side to see how long it is. This could take some time. The woman behind us makes a startled noise behind us as I turn to talk to you.

"Are you two the two lovers from the news?" She asks us. I gawk; you turn a quizzical eye to her. She looks earnestly interested. You elbow me.

"Um… yeah," I say. "I guess so."

"Really?!?!" she asks. I feel slightly frustrated already.

"Yes," I mutter. She looks absolutely ecstatic. She turns around to the people in back of her.

"Hey guys!" she begins, I growl softly. "These two are the two lovers from the news! The lovers from the stories `True love never fails', `Meant to be', `Written in the stars', and `Hope for lovers'!"

The collective line has begun to encircle her. We try to back away, but she turns and points to us. The crowd, or mob as I think of it, surrounds us. They all start asking us questions, shake our hands, try to hug us, give congratulatory remarks, and such. I feel totally helpless and overwhelmed. You don't look much better off.

"We just want to see the demolition derby!" I tell them all. They back off slightly and usher us to the beginning of the line. I cannot believe this. I look around for something solid to bang my head upon. I find the side of the ticket booth. I go over, but you stop me from doing it. I growl but you just give me a piteous look, those damned puppy eyes get me every time. A man appears in the window and stares at us. You slip me the money for the tickets. I know that you cannot talk, otherwise they'll find out your not a girl. Though it is degrading, male to male relationships are highly looked down upon in your society, and being mistaken for a girl is something you can deal with, the other is not.

"Hello love birds," the man says. I glare at him. He pushes two tickets through without asking for the money.

"Don't I have to pay for them?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Nope," he replies. "Some news crew saved these two tickets for you two if you would come by. They kindly ask if you would be so kind and let them interview you after the derby. They will wait for you here."

I look at him suspiciously. You nod your thanks and I also nod. We walk into the stadium. It is the biggest thing I have ever been in in my life. You look at our seat numbers.

"Well," you say. I look at you. "We have front row seats right in the middle of the row."

"Are they good?" I ask. You look at me funny.

"They're the best seats in the house, other than skyboxes. These give you an up close and personal view of the violence," You answer. I just shrug. You walk down to the bottom of the stadium, right next to the small safety wall. People are crowding in from all over the place. We walk down the front aisle and to the middle. You sit down and pat the seat to your right signaling me to sit beside you.

It takes forty minutes for the stadium to fill. The people who have settled next to us are chatting endlessly with you. You are using a fake female voice, which doesn't sound fake at all. I fight the urge to laugh. You are acting so feminine, not that you don't already, but it is so overdone in my opinion now.

"Welcome to the derby!" a voice booms out of nowhere. I jump. You laugh and explain to our neighbors that I've never heard someone speak over a speaker system before. I look around for the speaker. I can't find him.

"Tonight's derby will determine the champion of the city!" he continues. I roll my eyes, oh joy. "The first set will commence in two minutes."

"I can't wait," I mutter sarcastically. The guy next to me nudges my arm. I look at him.

"How'd you catch her?" he asks me. I stare at him. "She is the finest specimen of a chick that I've ever seen! A total hottie!"

I just roll my eyes. "Luck."

He laughs. You look at me. I think you're surprised I cracked a joke.

"Who are you and what have you done with Hiei?" you ask me. I look at you. Merriment hits me full on, I am going to mess with you big time.

"I am Hiei's alter-ego Makoto. I live in the deep abyss known as his sense of humor. I surface only when he is annoyed or extremely amused and contented," I drone out. I have made my voice several steps lower. You visibly shudder. I'm going to have to do that more often.

"And which are you now?" you ask. I smile.

"Annoyed," I answer. Silver peals of laughter echo in my mind as you laugh whole-heartedly.

"In the blue car, number 69 is Isako Misaki. In number 2XX is Makoto Mizuhara. In car 146, the road racer, Hyoko Fujisawa. Number 120 is driven by Dante Eyre. Double zero is driven by Katzo Fujimia. And in car 84 is Hiko Mora. Let's count the clock down from 5…" the announcer spoke. The crowd continued down from 5. I look down at the area the cars were in.

It was a large dirt field in its basic entirety. The cars were lined up three in a row, facing back to back about a dozen yards apart. Well, the rows were back to back and a dozen yards apart. 4… I looked at each of the cars, most were banged up already, from the "pre-lims" I believe. 3… some cars were still looking fine. 2… I looked at you; you were smiling and counting with the rest of them. 1… a buzzer sounded, drawing my eyes to the field. Roaring motors, squealing tires (well, you get the point) and a sickening crunch as car 146 crashed end to end with car 84. My mouth dropped open. 2XX hurtled into car 00. There was another crunch, 00's back end was totally mashed. 69 swerved to miss getting hit by car 120 and ran into 00. On the side. I saw the passenger side door curve in. 146 was heading in for the kill and rammed into 120. Passenger side impact. 2XX ran into 69, which was trying to get away from 00. 120 rammed into 00, and got stuck. 84 crushed 2XX's front. 69 hit 84. Smoke started to billow from under 84's hood. 2XX had begun to circle and hit 84 head on. Time froze. 2XX detached itself form 84, as did 69. They both circled. 120 and 00 were called out for not being able to move. 69 and 2XX both hit 146 at the same time, crushing both ends of the car. The crowd let out a collective `oh!'

"The winners of round one are cars 69 and 2XX!" the announcer blared. The crowd cheered.

"So, what do you think Hiei?" you asked me. I smiled.

"Violence is good…" I replied. You laughed. I received a kiss on the cheek for that one. I kept smiling.

"Would cars 92,4RX, 32, 74, 01, and 2000 please report to the ring," the announcer boomed.

Seven rounds and a mini car demo later, I had become one of the more vocal members of the audience. You were content to sit and watch while trying to calm me down when I got a bit over excited. I would shout at the cars, I would growl, and I would sometimes sit very quiet and say `violence' over and over again.

"And now for the final round. Sixteen cars at the same time!" came the voice. The crowd and I stood collectively and shouted. "Would cars: 69, 2XX, 74, 01, 96, 45, 010, 31, 87, 13, 7, 25, 1892, 7, 21, and 54 please report to the ring."

It was amazing! I could barely keep up with it all. There were so many cars. So much action! Violence! And in the end you had to keep me from going into the ring and driving one of the cars myself.

Car 54 pulled out the victory. He narrowly beat car 13, which was driven by the only female. She only lost because she didn't get as good a hit as she had hoped for before her car died. He had finished her off with a final blow to the rear. It drove her into the pile of stuck and crumpled cars in the center of the ring.

We left after most people had cleared out. You draped your arm around my shoulders casually. We made our way out of the stadium. I was so high on violence. You were happy because I was happy. Then we ran into the news crew.

"Hello, my name is Naomi Takari from the channel 32 news, do you two mind if we interview you?" she asked.