The Consequences of Power
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Yuyu Hakusho › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
2,945
Reviews:
123
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuYu Hakusho, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I Am Dirty!
Warning: < - - you’ve been warned.
Disclaimer: < - - that being my disclaimer.
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BLEEEP! BLEEEP! BLEEEEP! BLEEEEP!
Hiei jumped to her feet with a gasp, crouching defensively, her eyes darting. Some hideous, evil sound was coming from Kurama’s room!
BLEEEEP! BLEEEEP! BLEE---SMACK!
“Shut the fuck up!” cried a sleeping Kurama as Hiei listened to the sound of the alarm clock hitting the wall and falling to the floor behind the nightstand. She relaxed slightly until she woke up enough to realize that most of her wounds were starting to infect, horribly stiff, and covered in dried blood. Her hair was snagging on everything in its ratanglangled state. It was not a pleasant feeling.
She quietly crept into the bathroom and shut the door, peering at the shower suspiciously.
“That fox has worked this contraption many times,” she reasoned to herself, poking at the handles carefully. She stripped of her worthless rags and stepped into the shower, willing it to turn on. She ‘hn’ed when it did not. She contemplated them for a while and then made a decision, grabbed the right-hand knob, and pulled hard. Nothing happened. She considered it for a moment, then tried twisting it, and practically screeched when a spray of icy cold water assaulted her. She hurriedly tried the knob on the left and sighed with relief as the water started to even out in temperature. She let the water soothe her skin for a moment before eyeing the articles around the shower curiously. A strange green soft poofy thing hung from one of the knobs. A bar of some slippery white substance sat on one ledge, and on another, three containers of strange goo stood. A piece of cloth was draped across a bar that emitted from the wall. That she could work with!
She grabbed the washcloth and jumped when someone started to bang on the door.
“Hiei! Come on, I’ve got class at 9! Trish is going to be here soon! I have to shower! Get out,” he cried from behind the door. Hiei, of course, ignored him, setting to scrubbing vigorously at a wound across her arm, trying to get the dried blood off. She howled with pain dropping the washcloth and falling to the floor as a wave of dizziness washed over her.
The door slammed open and Kurama rushed in, shoving the shower door aside and staring at Hiei. Hiei stared back up at him, blinking at his naked form towering over her. She pushed herself slowly back up.
“What? I was just trying to clean these,” she began, holding up the washcloth in anatanation. Kurama appraised her battered form and shook his head. He took the washcloth from her hands and grabbed the bar of soap.
“Koenma told you not to try staying in the demon world in thorm.orm. These are infected.” He rubbed the soap across the washcloth, working it in u it it was covered in suds. He took her arm and started to clean it gently. “You don’t need nearly as much pressure or scrubbing if you use the soap, see? Was it a tentacled beast?” he asked as he moved to her other arm, wincing at the number of cuts, gashes, and bruises she had.
Hiei nodded silently, staring at her friend as he cleaned her wounds. He found them all, head to toe, his touch gentle. He never lingered in any one area; he didn’t seem to notice at all that she had breasts as he cleaned a cut on one. She had noticed his naked form, though. She was trying not to stare, trying to keep her breath from quickening in such a disturbing manner. What were these feelings? Being a girl was strange! She bit her lip to keep herself focused on something else.
Kurama took note of her horribly tangled hair, still sprinkled with bark and dirt and grabbed the shampoo, cleaning it. Poor Hiei had never in his life had hair longer than his ears! Now that he was a she, she needed to learn the joys of shampoo and conditioner and brushes, like he himself had to use. Once he’d pushed her under the shower spray to rinse the shampoo, he grabbed the conditioner and started to work it in. He was almost done when she started to purr as he rubbed her scalp. He blinked several times. He’d heard Hiei purr on a mission once, when deeply asleep and having a good dream. He’d decided, of course, not to mention it lest he be killed. It was somehow soothing to hear. He smiled slightly, and then suddenly realized how nice her breasts were. And how very naked he was. And wet. When had he stepped into the shower with her? He’d been so intent on helping her out in her new form that he’d failed to notice…
“SHUIICHI!”
An enraged shriek behind him brought him back to his senses. He jumped and spun around, knocking Hiei to the floor with a painful gasp, to see Trisha standing in the doorway with her bookbag hanging off her back. Her hands were on her hips, her blue eyes flashing with anger, her long blonde hair practically bristling. Kurama leapt out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and had to chase her as she spun and marched out of the bathroom.
Hiei lay on the bottom of the shower, confused. The water ran over her body unheeded as she listened to the yelling match begin. She was horribly confused. They seemed to have started speaking a different language. She stood slowly and finished rinsing her hair, then stepped out of the shower and wondered what to do. Kurama had taken the only towel, and her clothes were worthless as such. She stood, naked and shivering until Kurama came back in, fully clothwearwearing a bookbag and a college ID. He tossed her the towel, which she wrapped around herself gratefully. Then he started speaking that weird language. She stared at him in confusion.
“What are you saying?” she asked finally, frowning. He blinked.
“Hiei… how many of the human languages do you know,” he asked, reverting to Japanese. Hiei frowned more.
“Only the one that you speak,” she said hesitantly. Kurama groaned.
“Great. Just great. Everyone around here speaks English. At least I don’t have to explain anything weird you say! I’m going to school. Don’t leave the apartment. And put your clothes…” his eyes caught the pile of what used to be her clothes. “Oh. Wear some of my clothes until we can go shopping. I’ve got to go calm down my girlfriend!” He slammed the bathroom door shut. Hiei listened to the sound of him running out the door and blinked. Stay in the apartment all day long by herself? How boring.
Disclaimer: < - - that being my disclaimer.
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BLEEEP! BLEEEP! BLEEEEP! BLEEEEP!
Hiei jumped to her feet with a gasp, crouching defensively, her eyes darting. Some hideous, evil sound was coming from Kurama’s room!
BLEEEEP! BLEEEEP! BLEE---SMACK!
“Shut the fuck up!” cried a sleeping Kurama as Hiei listened to the sound of the alarm clock hitting the wall and falling to the floor behind the nightstand. She relaxed slightly until she woke up enough to realize that most of her wounds were starting to infect, horribly stiff, and covered in dried blood. Her hair was snagging on everything in its ratanglangled state. It was not a pleasant feeling.
She quietly crept into the bathroom and shut the door, peering at the shower suspiciously.
“That fox has worked this contraption many times,” she reasoned to herself, poking at the handles carefully. She stripped of her worthless rags and stepped into the shower, willing it to turn on. She ‘hn’ed when it did not. She contemplated them for a while and then made a decision, grabbed the right-hand knob, and pulled hard. Nothing happened. She considered it for a moment, then tried twisting it, and practically screeched when a spray of icy cold water assaulted her. She hurriedly tried the knob on the left and sighed with relief as the water started to even out in temperature. She let the water soothe her skin for a moment before eyeing the articles around the shower curiously. A strange green soft poofy thing hung from one of the knobs. A bar of some slippery white substance sat on one ledge, and on another, three containers of strange goo stood. A piece of cloth was draped across a bar that emitted from the wall. That she could work with!
She grabbed the washcloth and jumped when someone started to bang on the door.
“Hiei! Come on, I’ve got class at 9! Trish is going to be here soon! I have to shower! Get out,” he cried from behind the door. Hiei, of course, ignored him, setting to scrubbing vigorously at a wound across her arm, trying to get the dried blood off. She howled with pain dropping the washcloth and falling to the floor as a wave of dizziness washed over her.
The door slammed open and Kurama rushed in, shoving the shower door aside and staring at Hiei. Hiei stared back up at him, blinking at his naked form towering over her. She pushed herself slowly back up.
“What? I was just trying to clean these,” she began, holding up the washcloth in anatanation. Kurama appraised her battered form and shook his head. He took the washcloth from her hands and grabbed the bar of soap.
“Koenma told you not to try staying in the demon world in thorm.orm. These are infected.” He rubbed the soap across the washcloth, working it in u it it was covered in suds. He took her arm and started to clean it gently. “You don’t need nearly as much pressure or scrubbing if you use the soap, see? Was it a tentacled beast?” he asked as he moved to her other arm, wincing at the number of cuts, gashes, and bruises she had.
Hiei nodded silently, staring at her friend as he cleaned her wounds. He found them all, head to toe, his touch gentle. He never lingered in any one area; he didn’t seem to notice at all that she had breasts as he cleaned a cut on one. She had noticed his naked form, though. She was trying not to stare, trying to keep her breath from quickening in such a disturbing manner. What were these feelings? Being a girl was strange! She bit her lip to keep herself focused on something else.
Kurama took note of her horribly tangled hair, still sprinkled with bark and dirt and grabbed the shampoo, cleaning it. Poor Hiei had never in his life had hair longer than his ears! Now that he was a she, she needed to learn the joys of shampoo and conditioner and brushes, like he himself had to use. Once he’d pushed her under the shower spray to rinse the shampoo, he grabbed the conditioner and started to work it in. He was almost done when she started to purr as he rubbed her scalp. He blinked several times. He’d heard Hiei purr on a mission once, when deeply asleep and having a good dream. He’d decided, of course, not to mention it lest he be killed. It was somehow soothing to hear. He smiled slightly, and then suddenly realized how nice her breasts were. And how very naked he was. And wet. When had he stepped into the shower with her? He’d been so intent on helping her out in her new form that he’d failed to notice…
“SHUIICHI!”
An enraged shriek behind him brought him back to his senses. He jumped and spun around, knocking Hiei to the floor with a painful gasp, to see Trisha standing in the doorway with her bookbag hanging off her back. Her hands were on her hips, her blue eyes flashing with anger, her long blonde hair practically bristling. Kurama leapt out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and had to chase her as she spun and marched out of the bathroom.
Hiei lay on the bottom of the shower, confused. The water ran over her body unheeded as she listened to the yelling match begin. She was horribly confused. They seemed to have started speaking a different language. She stood slowly and finished rinsing her hair, then stepped out of the shower and wondered what to do. Kurama had taken the only towel, and her clothes were worthless as such. She stood, naked and shivering until Kurama came back in, fully clothwearwearing a bookbag and a college ID. He tossed her the towel, which she wrapped around herself gratefully. Then he started speaking that weird language. She stared at him in confusion.
“What are you saying?” she asked finally, frowning. He blinked.
“Hiei… how many of the human languages do you know,” he asked, reverting to Japanese. Hiei frowned more.
“Only the one that you speak,” she said hesitantly. Kurama groaned.
“Great. Just great. Everyone around here speaks English. At least I don’t have to explain anything weird you say! I’m going to school. Don’t leave the apartment. And put your clothes…” his eyes caught the pile of what used to be her clothes. “Oh. Wear some of my clothes until we can go shopping. I’ve got to go calm down my girlfriend!” He slammed the bathroom door shut. Hiei listened to the sound of him running out the door and blinked. Stay in the apartment all day long by herself? How boring.