The Consequences of Power
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Yuyu Hakusho › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
2,948
Reviews:
123
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I Am Hated!
Warning: The goat's cheese is rancid!
Disclaimer: I did not make it rot.
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“Get up, get dressed; Trish is coming over.”
Hiei poked her head out from under the blanket in time to be assaulted by a pile of clothes landing on her face. She scrunched her nose and pushed herself up, scratching her head and eyeing the clothes. A pair of jeans, a thick button up shirt, and an undershirt lay in her lap. She looked up at Kurama.
“All of this?” she asked, picking up the pile dubiously. Kurama nodded impatiently and set off into the kitchen. Hiei frowned at all of the clothes, knowing they would feel terrible compared to the lovely silk she wore now. She stripped down.
“Do I have time to get in the spray of water with the… bar of… um... cleaning?” she asked, the names escaping her.
“No! We’re not going through that ordeal again! Shower when she’s gone!” he cried, sounding slightly panicked.
“Hn,” Hiei stated discontentedly with a shrug. She worked for a moment at getting the clothing on, fiddling with the buttons until she figured them out. When she was done she rolled up the bottoms of the jeans until they fit better. This shirt was much larger than the last, the sleeves going past her hands, the shirt reaching past her thighs. She hn’ed again exasperatedly and went to present herself to Kurama. He barely looked at her as he continued in his flurry of productivity, working on breakfast. She pulled herself up onto the high stool and held her head in her hands.
“I told her that you are a foreign exchange student, like myself. Your human body looks to be about 20, so that works. I found you all battered up and alone with amnesia, and, you being from my own country, decided to take you in until you get your memory back. Got it? This girl is very important to me, and she’s suspicious of you, so stay out of my way, and be as nice as you can possibly be to her. She’s kind of territorial, and I don’t want to hear her complain about you! Remember, my house, my rules,” he looked at her, frowning. “Your hair is a mess. Oh, and also, don’t forget that my name is Shuiichi. Not that it matters; she doesn’t speak a lick of Japanese.”
“Yes, Kurama,” Hiei started, wanting to let him know she’d been listening.
“Shuiichi!” he cut her off, admonishing her for saying his other name after that long lecture. She sighed and lay her head on her arms. This was going to be a long day.
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“Hey, Shuiichi!” Trish called as she walked in the door. She was wearing some horrible imitation of a Japanese schoolgirl outfit today, the skirt incredibly short, the shirt poorly made. Kurama rolled his eyes mentally; that girl thought the strangest things would catch his interest. He stepped out of the kitchen with his arms wide for a hug, bending to kiss her deeply. Trish noticed that girl blushing and turning her face away, and pressed herself firmly against him, wanting it to be no question as to who Shuiichi belonged to. The girl turned her head to face her, and her crimson red eyes startled Trish as they narrowed at her, as though hearing her thoughts. She tugged on Shuiichi’s sleeve.
“Make her stop staring at me. She’s weird!” she exclaimed loudly. Hiei tilted her head at Kurama, wondering what his woman was saying until Kurama turned to face her.
“Hiei, stop glaring at her! You’re scaring her!” he exclaimed, causing Hiei’s eyes to go wide with confusion. She’d only been looking at the strange outfit the blonde was wearing. It wasn’t very flattering on her. Of course, she felt as though she was dressed for winter. She hopped off of the stool and went to sit on the couch, where she didn’t have to watch as they continued to make out in the hallway.
After a few minutes, Kurama went into the kitchen to finish breakfast, and Trish was left in the living room with Hiei. She smiled malevolently, walking over to sit on the couch.
“Hey, stupid primitive bitch! You have such pretty hair. Let me see it!” she said hissingly, her hand slipping into the tangled mess and beginning to pull. “Shuiichi is mine. Don’t you forget that,” she warned quietly, pulling more tightly until Hiei’s eyes stung with tears of pain. She tried slapping the strange blonde’s hand away, and blinked when the hand disappeared from view.
“Ow! Shuiichi! The stupid bitch just hit me!” she cried, batting her eyes innocently at Hiei. Hiei couldn’t understand what she said, but knew by the smug look on her face that it meant trouble.
“Hiei!” yelled Kurama, sticking his head into the room for a moment. “BE NICE!”
Hiei whimpered with confusion as he disappeared and Trish put her arm around her. “See,” she whispered, holding her tightly, “he belongs to me!”
Hiei gasped with pain as the girl’s fist suddenly pounded into her stomach. She shied away, pulling out of her grasp and staring at her in confusion. What was wrong with this girl?!
When Kurama called them in for breakfast, Hiei ate little, her stomach feeling bruised and upset. Trish chattered away at Kurama for a while. Hiei poked at her food until she was curious enough to ask about the strange cuts of meat.
“Shuiichi, what is—“ she cut off with a wince as a suspicious foot connected with her ancle. Were those steel-toed sneakers? She stifled a hiss of pain and lowered her eyes to her plate again. Kurama was looking expectantly at her.
“What, Hiei?” he asked, frowning.
“Nothing,” she replied quietly. That kick really had hurt. Kurama suddenly nodded as though understanding.
“You’re still hungover, huh? I’ll just take Trish tr plr place and let you have some quiet. He grinned at the opportunity as he turned to Trish, who was looking at him expectantly.
“Hey, Trish, will you wait here while I go get my shoes?” he asked, getting up from the table. She nodded, a smile taking her own face, as she turned to face Hiei. As Kurama left the room, Hiei got up quickly, backing into a corner to get away from the blonde.
Trish grinned, getting up and walking over to the dark haired woman. “What’s the matter? Forgot how to fight back, too?” She grabbed her hair, pulling her up to her toes with it. “What did I tell you? Shuiichi is mine!” She slammed the woman into the wall headfirst. “Mine!” She slammed her head into the wall again. Hiei’s world was exploding with bright lights. Trish pulled back to slam her into the wall again. “MINE!”
“KURAMA!” Hiei screamed, relieved when the scream caused Trish to drop her and back away quickly. But the tone of Kurama’s voice when he replied scared her.
“Hiei, shut-UP! My name is SHUIICHI!” came the enraged shout from the back. It was all Trish needed, as she leapt back upon her and slammed her head into the wall three good times. She finished with a punch to the eye, and backed away. When Kurama came stomping into the room, she was across the room, smiling prettily. Kurama glared at Hiei, opening the door for Trish, and slamming it shut as he left.
Hiei stared at the door, unable to focus her eyes, before falling to the floor in a heap.
Disclaimer: I did not make it rot.
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“Get up, get dressed; Trish is coming over.”
Hiei poked her head out from under the blanket in time to be assaulted by a pile of clothes landing on her face. She scrunched her nose and pushed herself up, scratching her head and eyeing the clothes. A pair of jeans, a thick button up shirt, and an undershirt lay in her lap. She looked up at Kurama.
“All of this?” she asked, picking up the pile dubiously. Kurama nodded impatiently and set off into the kitchen. Hiei frowned at all of the clothes, knowing they would feel terrible compared to the lovely silk she wore now. She stripped down.
“Do I have time to get in the spray of water with the… bar of… um... cleaning?” she asked, the names escaping her.
“No! We’re not going through that ordeal again! Shower when she’s gone!” he cried, sounding slightly panicked.
“Hn,” Hiei stated discontentedly with a shrug. She worked for a moment at getting the clothing on, fiddling with the buttons until she figured them out. When she was done she rolled up the bottoms of the jeans until they fit better. This shirt was much larger than the last, the sleeves going past her hands, the shirt reaching past her thighs. She hn’ed again exasperatedly and went to present herself to Kurama. He barely looked at her as he continued in his flurry of productivity, working on breakfast. She pulled herself up onto the high stool and held her head in her hands.
“I told her that you are a foreign exchange student, like myself. Your human body looks to be about 20, so that works. I found you all battered up and alone with amnesia, and, you being from my own country, decided to take you in until you get your memory back. Got it? This girl is very important to me, and she’s suspicious of you, so stay out of my way, and be as nice as you can possibly be to her. She’s kind of territorial, and I don’t want to hear her complain about you! Remember, my house, my rules,” he looked at her, frowning. “Your hair is a mess. Oh, and also, don’t forget that my name is Shuiichi. Not that it matters; she doesn’t speak a lick of Japanese.”
“Yes, Kurama,” Hiei started, wanting to let him know she’d been listening.
“Shuiichi!” he cut her off, admonishing her for saying his other name after that long lecture. She sighed and lay her head on her arms. This was going to be a long day.
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“Hey, Shuiichi!” Trish called as she walked in the door. She was wearing some horrible imitation of a Japanese schoolgirl outfit today, the skirt incredibly short, the shirt poorly made. Kurama rolled his eyes mentally; that girl thought the strangest things would catch his interest. He stepped out of the kitchen with his arms wide for a hug, bending to kiss her deeply. Trish noticed that girl blushing and turning her face away, and pressed herself firmly against him, wanting it to be no question as to who Shuiichi belonged to. The girl turned her head to face her, and her crimson red eyes startled Trish as they narrowed at her, as though hearing her thoughts. She tugged on Shuiichi’s sleeve.
“Make her stop staring at me. She’s weird!” she exclaimed loudly. Hiei tilted her head at Kurama, wondering what his woman was saying until Kurama turned to face her.
“Hiei, stop glaring at her! You’re scaring her!” he exclaimed, causing Hiei’s eyes to go wide with confusion. She’d only been looking at the strange outfit the blonde was wearing. It wasn’t very flattering on her. Of course, she felt as though she was dressed for winter. She hopped off of the stool and went to sit on the couch, where she didn’t have to watch as they continued to make out in the hallway.
After a few minutes, Kurama went into the kitchen to finish breakfast, and Trish was left in the living room with Hiei. She smiled malevolently, walking over to sit on the couch.
“Hey, stupid primitive bitch! You have such pretty hair. Let me see it!” she said hissingly, her hand slipping into the tangled mess and beginning to pull. “Shuiichi is mine. Don’t you forget that,” she warned quietly, pulling more tightly until Hiei’s eyes stung with tears of pain. She tried slapping the strange blonde’s hand away, and blinked when the hand disappeared from view.
“Ow! Shuiichi! The stupid bitch just hit me!” she cried, batting her eyes innocently at Hiei. Hiei couldn’t understand what she said, but knew by the smug look on her face that it meant trouble.
“Hiei!” yelled Kurama, sticking his head into the room for a moment. “BE NICE!”
Hiei whimpered with confusion as he disappeared and Trish put her arm around her. “See,” she whispered, holding her tightly, “he belongs to me!”
Hiei gasped with pain as the girl’s fist suddenly pounded into her stomach. She shied away, pulling out of her grasp and staring at her in confusion. What was wrong with this girl?!
When Kurama called them in for breakfast, Hiei ate little, her stomach feeling bruised and upset. Trish chattered away at Kurama for a while. Hiei poked at her food until she was curious enough to ask about the strange cuts of meat.
“Shuiichi, what is—“ she cut off with a wince as a suspicious foot connected with her ancle. Were those steel-toed sneakers? She stifled a hiss of pain and lowered her eyes to her plate again. Kurama was looking expectantly at her.
“What, Hiei?” he asked, frowning.
“Nothing,” she replied quietly. That kick really had hurt. Kurama suddenly nodded as though understanding.
“You’re still hungover, huh? I’ll just take Trish tr plr place and let you have some quiet. He grinned at the opportunity as he turned to Trish, who was looking at him expectantly.
“Hey, Trish, will you wait here while I go get my shoes?” he asked, getting up from the table. She nodded, a smile taking her own face, as she turned to face Hiei. As Kurama left the room, Hiei got up quickly, backing into a corner to get away from the blonde.
Trish grinned, getting up and walking over to the dark haired woman. “What’s the matter? Forgot how to fight back, too?” She grabbed her hair, pulling her up to her toes with it. “What did I tell you? Shuiichi is mine!” She slammed the woman into the wall headfirst. “Mine!” She slammed her head into the wall again. Hiei’s world was exploding with bright lights. Trish pulled back to slam her into the wall again. “MINE!”
“KURAMA!” Hiei screamed, relieved when the scream caused Trish to drop her and back away quickly. But the tone of Kurama’s voice when he replied scared her.
“Hiei, shut-UP! My name is SHUIICHI!” came the enraged shout from the back. It was all Trish needed, as she leapt back upon her and slammed her head into the wall three good times. She finished with a punch to the eye, and backed away. When Kurama came stomping into the room, she was across the room, smiling prettily. Kurama glared at Hiei, opening the door for Trish, and slamming it shut as he left.
Hiei stared at the door, unable to focus her eyes, before falling to the floor in a heap.