Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ West Side Story ❯ When Shit Hits The Fan ( Chapter 2 )

//Hey everybody. Adrian here. I've been having a case of writers block

for the past... hmm. How long has it been? Oh well, for a really long

time. But, whatever. I'm back so read. And REVIEW!!!!!!! Oh, and this

chapter is rated R-ish because of VERY strong language. So... yeah.//

 

Disclaimer: I don't own YuYu Hakusho, but if I did, man would Toguro be

mine.

 

 

 

 

It was late, and Hiei's breath stunk really bad. Which was why he was standing outside of his apartment eating peppermints. He had been drinking and smoking weed at Kuwabara's house, but his mom didn't need to know that. Now if Hiei were smart he might have realized that his mom would wonder why he smelled of peppermints. But, Hiei wasn't that smart, or else he wouldn't have been drinking and smoking weed in the first place. Oh well.

 

Hiei checked his breath for the last time and decided it was good enough. He pulled the key off of the chain around his neck, but when he touched the door it swung open. Bad sign. He stepped into the apartment cautiously, and his breath caught when he saw his mother lying unconscious on the couch. There was an empty sake bottle on the floor, a bottle that had been lying in the makeshift liquor cabinet untouched that morning. The smell of tobacco wafted through the air. It looked like he wasn't the only one who had been smoking and drinking their problems away.

 

He walked over to Hina and shook her shoulder slightly. She didn't move.

 

"Ma?"

 

Hina slowly opened her eyes, as if she didn't know where she was. Then she sat up, slowly, and stared at her son. Her eyes were slightly out of focus, but they were fixed on Hiei. Without warning she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. Hiei stood back, shocked.

 

"What the hell was that for?" he screamed, as he held his face.

 

"What was that for? What was that for?! It's your fault I can keep a man

and you ask me what that was for?! It's your fault I have to apply for

welfare and that we have to live in this rat hole. If you weren't born I

would be able to keep a steady job, keep a man and live in a decent

apartment! Instead I have to support you, because you don't do shit to

help! I have to be a fucking stripper because the welfare doesn't

support us!"

 

"You think that's my fault?" Hiei yelled back, taking his hand away from

his stinging face. "You're a stripper because you use all our welfare

money to booze yourself to sleep, not because of me! And all those

goddamn losers you date are practically my age! When I actually went to school I didn't learn shit! All I heard was how some senior or even my

teacher got laid by my mom!"

 

"I can fuck whoever the hell I want to! I'm your mother, so don't you

dare talk to me like that. God, you were such a screwed up mistake!"

 

"I may be just some screwed up kid, but I'll never be as screwed up as

you. Fuck your boyfriends! Fuck this place!" Hiei screamed, not daring

to let his mother see the tears. He needed to throw something, break

something. He decided to throw the chair across the room, and it hit a

picture on the wall before falling onto the floor. "Fuck this life! I'm

out!" He walked out of the door and slammed it behind him. Hina didn't

even get up after him. Instead he heard the sound of glass shattering.

 

Hiei walked down the hall to Yusuke's apartment. He wiped the traces

of emotion off of his face before he knocked on the door. Knocked is an

understatement. Banged was more like it. There would likely be a dent in

his best friend's door when he answered it, which he never did.

 

Hiei figured that Yusuke was still boozing at Kuwadumbass's house, so

he decided to take the short walk over. The chilly air was good for him;

it cleared his head a little. Ma didn't mean what she said. That was the

booze talking, not her. Screw this! Why do I even fucking bother?! he

thought, as he kicked an empty beer can up the street. He kicked the can

all the way up to Kuwabara's house, and before he knew it he was at the

termite ridden front steps. When he got to the door he avoided the

pleasant Beethoven's 9th door bell and banged on the door hard enough to knock any stoner back into reality. Seconds later Kuwabara opened the door looking dumb as ever, wearing a wife beater and some faded Roca wear jeans.

 

"Where the fuck is Yusuke?" Hiei demanded.

 

"Does this look like Yusuke's house, smidget? Hell no he ain't here. Get

lost." Kuwa answered back.

 

Hiei grabbed Kuwa's face and pulled it down to his level, glaring.

"Tell me where he is 'fore you find my foot up your ass," Hiei said, not

the least bit joking.

 

"Okay, okay. Don't get your thong in a twist." Kuwabara, released, went

inside. "Yusuke, your boyfriend's here."

 

Hiei walked into Kuwa's house to find Yusuke doggy-style on the floor

admiring the stains on Kuwa's carpet. Yeah, someone was definitely

stoned.

 

"Yusuke, get up. You look like Kuwabara was just doing you in the back."

 

Yusuke obediently got up, sensing something was wrong. Hiei wasn't a

big fan of Kuwabara so if he came back you knew something was up.

 

"Sup, Hiei?" Yusuke asked, stretching a little.

 

"Nothin'. I gotta chill at your place tonight. A'ight?" Hiei asked,

trying not to reveal too much. He wasn't ready to show his tears to that

punk Kuwabara.

 

Yusuke got the point. This wasn't the first time Hiei had been kicked

out in one of his mother's drunken rages.

 

"You want to-" Yusuke began.

 

"No," Hiei answered, nodding slightly at Kuwabara.

 

"Hey punk, I was just tellin' ya boy about this fight coming up. Some

East Side mothafuckers tryin' to start beef with Koenma, so we gotta do

something. You in?" Kuwabara asked, not having the slightest idea of the

current situation.

 

"I know what you're going to say," Yusuke started, already envisioning

Hiei's fist in Kuwabara's jaw and then in Koenma's later on. "But see

what happened was that punk from the Flames tried to pull some stuff on

Koenma so he was like "Yo, what you doin' tryin' to start some shit?"

and he started buffing up like he was goin' do somethin so Koenma hit

him. Then some dude was like "Yo, you got knocked the fuck out!" and so

he went off and told everybody and now they all tryin' to come up here

like yeah and so that's what happened." Take a breath, Yusuke.

 

Hiei stared at him for a moment and then took in a breath. There was

so much going on and he didn't need this stuff right now. Yusuke knew

that.

 

"Yo, why it seem like somebody always startin' shit with Koenma, not the

other way around? Koenma was prolly sleepin' wit his chick like what

happened last time, and the dude found out and want Koenma to stop

sleepin' with his girl. And y'all always be backin him up like whatever

is whatever. He need to get his skinny ass beat, then he'll quit."

 

"Hey, she was a trick and that wasn't Koenma's fault. He just got swept

up in the heat of the night, if you know what I mean," Yusuke

'explained'.

 

"Yeah, well he was sleeping with an East Side trick, and you know we

don't do that, just like they don't be pimping our girls."

 

Kuwabara got up. "Well, when you finally talk him outta being a lil'

bitch I'll be back." He scratched his crotch as he walked over to the

refrigerator and pulled open the door. Inside there were a couple of

weeks-old boxes of Chinese food, some cereal, a couple of beers and a

bottle of apple juice with a pink sign posted on it. The sign read

'Don't drink me. This means you, Kazuma.' Instinctively he pulled the

bottle out of the fridge and began to drink it. As he walked back to the

living room he heard Yusuke and Hiei still carrying on the same

conversation.

 

"You know you want to, so just do it," Yusuke coaxed.

 

"If I wanted to I would have joined your stupid gang in the first place,

but I didn't."

 

"Besides, Hiei, what the fuck else are you going to do? Go to school?"

They all shared a laugh. "But just do it. We"ll talk to Koenma."

 

"And you can shove your foot up his ass," Kuwabara chimed in.

 

And so it was all agreed. The meeting was officially over, not on

account of Hiei being pressured into joining the fight, but the fact

that they could hear Shizuru's rusty, ancient Cadillac pull up to the

curb. Tick, Tick, Chuchuchuchu. Stop. Her car came to a stop, and then

they heard the car door slam. Twice. The room was silent. The tick,

tick, chuchuchuchu, slam slam sequence was the infamous sound of

Shizuru's car after her being fired, and boys, she was not happy.

 

Kuwabara glanced nervously at the pink, labeled bottle in his hand,

hoping that he had drank only an unnoticeable little sip. No such luck;

the bottle was almost empty. Kuwabara ran to the fridge and threw the

bottle back in. As usual, Yusuke sprayed the Fabreeze when Shizuru

reached the bottom steps, so the smell of weed would disssipate, and

then so would the Fabreeze when she reached the front door.

 

When they heard the lock turn and the knob twist they held their

breath. Shizuru stepped in the house flushed and wearing a look of

disappointment on her face. Kuwabara looked down, ashamed. Here she was

trying to make a decent living to support the two of them. She was, no

doubt, fired because of refusing to give into her boss's foul

intentions. Hiei shared the thought and instantly wished his mother was

more like Shizuru. She did so much and tried not to let their finances

get her down, and Kuwabara had, like an asshole, drank her apple juice.

 

Shizuru walked to the fridge, pausing to say hello to the boys and

planting a kiss on Kuwabara's cheek. When she opened the fridge she

frowned to see what Kuwa had seen when he opened the fridge a while ago,

but instead of seeing a almost full bottle of apple juice, she saw an

almost empty one. To top her hellish day off, her own brother had drank

her apple juice, the one she had clearly labeled as hers.

 

"Kazuma," she said as she held the bottle up so that he could see its

sign from the living room, "Did you drink my apple juice?"

 

He nodded, looking ashamed.

 

"Damnit Kazuma!" she yelled as she stomped towards him. "What the hell

is wrong with you? It had a goddamned red sign on it that said 'Don't

drink me!' What? You can't read? Why is it that I tell you what is mine,

yet you still drank my apple juice? Did you think I wasn't going to

notice? I do all this stuff for you and you treat me like this?" She

held the bottle up to his face. Kuwabara looked down. "Goddamn it!" She

threw the bottle on the floor and stalked to her room. The boys heard

the lock click and decided it was time to go.

 

"Yo, we'll see you later. It's late and uh, I don't want to be here if

that bomb goes off again," Yusuke said in a low voice, pointing to

Shizuru's room.

 

"A'ight. Later," Kuwabara muttered. Hiei and Yusuke left the house

without another word to Kuwabara. Yusuke, remembering Hiei's earlier

state, felt guilty. When they were safely away from Kuwabara's Yusuke

asked:

 

"So, what happened with your mom?"

 

"The door was unlocked and she was laying on the couch, sleep. So I

tried to wake her, then she slapped me. We said some stuff, and then I

left," Hiei told him, leaving out some parts. There were just some

things you can't tell even your best friend.

 

"Is that all?" Yusuke pressed. He knew there was more to the story than

just that. After all, he had known his best friend since birth.

 

"No, they cut off the water. Ma didn't pay the bill, so soon they'll cut

the electricity too," Hiei said, knowing that wasn't the answer Yusuke

was looking for.

 

"You know what I mean, Hiei," Yusuke continued.

 

"Yeah, I know what you mean! Just... just.. I don't want to talk about

it." They were almost at their apartment complex.

 

"A'ight, but are you going to go "shopping" again?" Yusuke asked, hoping

he wouldn't have to spell it out for him. He knew that when the mortgage

and stuff got too high for Hina to pay, Hiei would usually pull out his

swtchblade and jack up whoever was dumb enough to be walking down the

streets of the middle-class neighborhoods at night. They referred

to this as "shopping".

 

"You mean am I gonna go steal stuff?"

 

"Yeah!" Yusuke replied, thinking Hiei was going to give him a real

answer.

 

"That's none of your damn business," Hiei answered. It was late and so

much had happened that night. He was only 14 and already facing the

problems of grown men. He wasn't trying to have Yusuke all up in his

business too.

 

Yusuke sighed. That was all he would get out of him this night. He

unlocked the door to his apartment and called his mother's name. She

wasn't home, probably out on one of her binges. Who knew how long she'd

be gone. Instead of caring, he went to his room and pulled out a

sleeping bag for Hiei. They both went to sleep in the living room,

Yusuke sleeping on the couch and Hiei on the floor. The stresses of life

were over- well, at least for a couple of hours anyway.

 

 

 

//Soooooo sorry it took me sooo long to update. I've been sickeningly

busy with life and homework and boys and all the other crap I have to

put up with. You know how it is. This chapter was rather explosve, don't

you agree? Anyway I hope you enjoyed it and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

review.//