Broken Rose

Kurama was, in his own opinion, the best mask maker ever.


“Hey! Suiichi! What’s up my man?”


He wore his for years and years before he was able to take it off. He was now in college and living like he never had before.


“Hey Tobi, it’s nothing for me…Do you know if that party is tonight?”


He had changed, so much…He only wore black and red, with the occasional pink. His face was paler and had black eyeliner on it, tight long sleeved shirts, baggy pants, boots, the works.


“Oh the pot party? Yeah it’s tonight…At my place. See ya there at 7?”


“Of course you will, see ya”


How did this happen? Well…Kurama didn’t know. He just knew he was happy…But, what about Koenma? And Yusuke? Hiei? Kuwabara? The Spirit Detectives had been giving a few years off, to get they’re lives and only being called in when needed as a last resort. But they hadn’t been called in at all. This was actually the last week off, after Monday Koenma could call them in to clip his toenails. This was why Kurama was partying tonight, because tomorrow was Monday.


~Morning after Kurama’s kick-ass-high-drunken-party-thing~


“DING DONG” went the door bell of his dorm room, the sound echoing though his head the same pitch and loudness. Kurama had the worst hangover. Ever.


“DING DONG”


“Shut the fuck up! I’m coming damnit!” Kurama hissed, rolling off his couch he looked down and realized…he had no pants. ‘Again? God Tobi get your own pants!’ he thought to himself, pulling a pair of pants on and walking to the door, he opened it and was blinded. “Aww fuck” he covered his eyes with his hand and closed the door down to a crack. He looked out, still slightly blind; he couldn’t see who it was. “Who the hell are you and what the fuck do you think you’re doing ringing that god forsaken doorbell at 10 in the morning?” he snapped.


“Jeez…Kurama? Is that you?” a familiar voice asked.

“How…How do you know that name?” Kurama rubbed his eyes and blinked many times.

“It’s us…Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Hiei…remember? Your friends?” Yusuke asked, putting a foot in the door and opening it. Kurama stepped back and shook the spots of light away. He saw them…his old friends. Yusuke was wearing a black jacket over a white tee-shirt which was tucked into blue jeans…His hair wasn’t gelled back but he looked almost the same, except his hair was longer. Kuwabara had worn jeans and a tee-shirt; his hair brushed out and pulled into a short pony tail, some of his hair falling out and over his face. Hiei…Hiei hadn’t changed at all. The same red eyes….hair….clothes….not one bit. He was the same little fire demon Kurama had fallen for…Kurama loved Hiei, and he planned to tell him some day…soon.

Kurama couldn’t seem to find his voice. He saw how they looked at him with odd expressions. He knew what he looked like; blood shot eyes, messy hair, pasty skin, black running down his cheeks from beer and happy tears, a black sweater three times too big showing off a pale shoulder and bitten neck, dirty pants. He looked awful.

“Kurama….What happened to you?” Kuwabara asked, putting a large hand on his weak shoulder.

“Nothing…I’m fine.” He said, walking away and into his kitchen. He chose a plant and picked a seed off, and ate it. His hangover gone completely, eyes back to their bright emerald green. “Just….Just uh, a party I was invited to last night….nothing bad. Don’t worry.” He began to make some tea. “Would you like tea? Or coffee?”

“No thank you…Koenma said to come and get you. He said you wouldn’t answer your communicator.” Yusuke smiled, laughing at Kurama’s face of surprise.

“I didn’t?” he looked in a drawer and pulled out the pink compact. “I didn’t hear it ring….” He opened it and saw he had a message; he clicked a little yellow button.

“Kuraaammmaaa….PICK UP! Pick up! Come on… Answer me!! Come to my office A.S.A.P I have a mission. SO PICK UP ALREADY!!!” then there was laughter and chuckling from Yusuke and Kuwabara in the back ground.

Yusuke and Kuwabara laughed again, “Koenma will chew you out for not answering!” one said.

“I know…” he turned and put on his mask, a small smile covering his face. “I’m going to go and clean myself up a little…Why don’t you three sit in the living room while I take a shower?” he didn’t wait for an answer and went straight to his room, closing it before Hiei’s nose could pick up the smell of smoke and booze. He sighed and lit a cigarette, breathing in and blowing out before picking out some clothes. Then he went into his bathroom to shower.


~In the living room~

“I’m worried about Kurama…I mean…Look at this place! Kurama hates it dirty, he told me himself. And did you see his eyes? What kind of party did he go to!?” Yusuke talked to himself and to the others while pacing back and forth.

“Don’t worry Yusuke…I’m sure he just went a little wild and this wasn’t the best day.” Kuwabara said, watching Yusuke.]

“Kurama doesn’t go wild.” Hiei stated from his window seat.

“Hiei’s right. He just…Doesn’t! Kurama is a very nice guy…not the wild guy who runs around smoking pot!” Yusuke sighed angrily in worry and frustration.

“We’ll talk to him later…Ya’know…lawyer him into talking.” Kuwabara nodded to himself.

“I doubt an idiot like you could lawyer Kurama into something.” Hiei said, snippy.

“Hey! I’m not an idiot shorty!”

“Guys…Grow up!” Yusuke laughed, when Kurama came out. His hair was brushed and pulled into a loose pony tail, the now long locks flowing over his shoulders. He had picked out a red shirt and black pants, his cigarettes in one of his pockets.

“Shall we?” he asked, his voice back to what it used to be.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Yusuke led the way out, allowing Kurama to lock his door and stick a note on his door saying; ‘Tobi. I’m off on personal business. Don’t call, I don’t have my phone. And damnit, gimme my pants back!’

With that they were off to Koenma’s, a portal waiting for them behind a building.