Insane Fiction
chapter 1
by Ku-chan and Kemuri-dono
Insane Fiction
Chapter 1: "Money, the source of all problems."
Original idea by: Ku-Chan
Editor: Kemuri dono
*standard disclaimers apply*
Ku-Chan: Oh, please! Someone please kill me before I finish this....
Youko Yanin: Iie iie... I won't let anyone harm you till this fic is done.
Ku-Chan: Kemuri dono will get me once I complete it.
Youko Yanin: That's your problem. Get on with it!
Kemuri Dono: Before you go on, I'd like to inform you that this is going to a
multiple crossover, including characters from Weiss Kreuz, YYH,Inu Yasha, as
well as RK. (Fan reaction: O.O) With that settled, we hope you enjoy this meager
offering of reading material. See ya at the bottom of the page!..if you don't
die of boredom halfway that is...
It was a bright sunny morning. Uh ,let me rephrase that...It was a VERY bright
and VERY sunny morning with the sun beating every single lifeform mercilessly to
the ground. People were crawling on all fours, practically cooking to death
under the sweltering heat. It was mid June, and summer had really smacked Japan
in the face. Heck, even lawyers were committing suicide because hell was colder.
Everyone seemed to be cursing the heavens for allowing such scorching
temperatures to befall them. Well, everyone except Minamino Shuuichi a.k.a.
Kurama that is.Camera pans over to a lone figure, hair tied up in a loose pony
tail, its colour constrasting greatly with the white fabric of his shirt. Oddly
enough, the heat didn't seem to affect the latter at all.
Kurama walked along the brick laid pavement, enjoying the sun's rays on his
skin. He had to admit, he simply loved the sun, as it provided his plants
energy. Sure, it did make his ningen form a tad uncomfortable; but if it did his
plants good, he didn't mind.
Anyway, Kurama's plans for the day were to go and withdraw some money from the
bank. His wallet was already becoming a moth motel as well as a home for other
unwelcome visitors. He frowned slightly as his thoughts wandered back to the
night before.
.: I /knew/ I shouldn't have gone out for dinner with the gang last night.
Somehow /I/ always end up paying the bill...*sigh*..:.
And so, he set off, hardly taking notice of the amount of people (who had so
dared to step into the sunshine) burst into flames...
Outside a hospital...
.: Damn. Where exactly am I gonna find money? Beg? NO! Steal? Em... That'll ruin
my reputation! Gah! Who's freakin' idea was it to renovate the shop anyway ?!
Contractors aren't cheap ya know..! Persia has been silent for the past month...ARGH!
If I don't find some money fast, the
hospital won't treat my sister anymore!:.
Removing his shades, the young man in his early twenties stared into the sky as
if seeking an answer to his predicament. A gentle warm breeze brushed against
his face, gently whipping his red side locks back and forth. His handsome
features earned a few excited squeals from schoolgirls as they passed him by.
The redhead stood there with his eyes closed, floating somewhere in between the
state of fantasy and consciousness. When he reopened them, a white dove flew
overhead. A sign of good fortune from the heavens perhaps? He allowed a tiny
smile to creep up his face..until he realized the little bird's parting gift was
no blessing from above.
*sploot*
"..........!!! "
Wiping the 'gift' off with his handkerchief, he quickly reapplied his shades and
continued walking. Oddly enough, the young man's face betrayed none of his inner
emotions as he trudged on, but who was to know anyway? Silently, he made his way
to the bank in an attempt to
find some loose change... of the papery kind, of course.
\]
Back to Kurama...
.: Okay... Got my money, now to get the monthly groceries for 'kaa san:.
Looking at his newly attained expenses, Kurama inwardly rejoiced. Finally his
wallet was at starting to actually look like one! He was just about to put his
wallet into his pocket when a red and brown figure blurred past him.
.:Hiei? No, it can't be. I don't sense his youki anywhere..:.
Overcoming the slight shock, he shook his head slightly. Maybe the heat was
getting to him. Unconsciously, his fist tightened its grip on ....?
.: ..EH?!:.
He stared at his empty hand, his jaw collapsing onto the floor. Slowly, he
turned his head towards the rapidly fading form of a running redhead in a brown
coat... with /his/ wallet. There and then, the irony of the situation struck him
like a 2 tonne bus. Normally, the Kurama we all know and love would be trying to
identify the thief, doing a quick yet thorough calculation and then
strategically cornering the unsuspecting culprit at some unknown point yadda
yadda yadda. But this time, cranky human-who-was-dying-under-the-sun Minamino
Shuuichi was here to
stay. A notorious thief's possession stolen from right under his nose? Irony
indeed. Unable to hold on to his nerves, something snapped in him - thus
unleashing the dogs of hell..
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo~~~!!!"
*******
.: Why am I doing this?! I'm STEALING !!
It's all for your sister...isn't that reason enough ?
NO! I'm the good guy!And good guys are /not/ supposed to do this! I must return
it !
.....and watch your sister die?
Argh !God dammit! Can't make up my mind!!:.
"HEY~~!!! Come_Back_With_My_WALLET!!!"
Kurama gritted his teeth in frustration. Really, who wouldn't be after allowing
their money to be stolen and having to chase the culprit halfway around the
country in this kind of weather? Anyway, the redhead swathed in brown turned
sharply into an alley, only to discover a brick wall staring right back at
him....Crap. As he was about to backtrack, the latter suddenly realized his
other route was blocked off as well, by a particularly ticked off bishounen.
Unable to run anymore, Aya leaned onto the nearest wall for support, too tired
to face his opponent.
"Give_IT_BACK !!!!"
.: That sounds like a ..a GIRL !!?? I was caught by a mere /GIRL/ ?!! OH MY GOD
!!:.
Kurama advanced slowly towards Aya, both bearing unreadable expressions on their
faces..besides the obvious anger and growing hysteria of course. Finally as a
last ditch effort, the leader of the Weiss Kreuz jumped and landed on one of the
windowsills. The half youko looked up in
awe, momentarily forgetting the issue at hand. He never knew a ningen could jump
/that/ high. That window had to be at least ten feet high! But his expression
quickly changed when something resembling a flowerpot flew out of the window and
whacked the other red head square in the
face, the resulting sound loud enough to make Kurama wince. It seems that our
dear Aya had accidentally intruded into a couple who were busy ...er..having
fun. [ Now, now, not in front of the young 'uns..- KD]
Being a nine tailed fox youko that had lived for a thousand odd years, Kurama
had always come to rely on his sharp senses and basic instincts when involved in
situations like these. Now, a rather heavy looking person was dropping from the
sky presumably on top of him. No problem, now all he had to do was follow the
instinct of stepping aside thus saving him from any bodily..
.:....SHIIIITTT...!!! :.
* WHOMP! *
...nevermind.
********
.: oof... That was a soft landing:.
A muffled groan came from below, cutting short Aya's moment of relief. The
fallen one quickly got up and turned behind. On the ground laid the other
redhead, knocked out cold, 'her' front towards the hard stone ground. Dusting
his sleeve, Aya then noticed the wallet beside 'her'. He
picked it up, and with a final glance, sauntered out of the narrow lane. The
latter continued walking until he reached the hospital grounds where his sister
was. Although he was already quite a distance away from where the confrontation
occurred, his conscience still plagued his thoughts.
.: This money.../her/ money, I'm just going to borrow a bit. Then I'll return it
to her..:.
He started climbing up the steps towards the entrance.
.: Demo...what if she is injured?:.
Aya stood there,a war taking place within the depths of his mind. Slowly, he
took one step down the staircase. And another . And another. Soon, his strides
broke into a run as he hurried back to where he had left the unconscious one.
Kurama stirred, enjoying the covers of softness that seemed to enfold him in its
peaceful embrace. It seemed as though he was drifting among the clouds, without
a single care in the world. Even the whole wallet incident had left his mind for
that short moment in time. The youko dreamt that he was back in the Makai, the
large trees offering shelter to those who dwelled on the ground, the sounds of
crickets and other forest animals echoing throughout the forest. He was home
now, all his ningen burdens completely stripped of him. He was at
peace...until...
"Aayyyyyyyyyyaaaa~~~ It's mine!It's mine!It's mine~~"
"This is not yours, Omi! It belongs to the redhead girl!"
*stab*
.: Girl?!!:.
"I don't care! Finders keepers!!!"
*stab stab stab *
"Oi! What's all this fighting about? Hey, whose wallet is this?"
"Give it back, Yohji!"
"Whoa! ¥1 000 000 000! Woohoo! It's pub-hopping time! ^0^"
*stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab stab *
Kurama felt thousands of verbal daggers stabbing him mercilessly as the foursome
continued their argument on the other side of the door. Just who the hell did
they think they were?! THAT wallet with THAT money was HIS! Not THEIRS! His eyes
opened, green orbs flashing with
pure malice. The pillow tossed harshly aside, Kurama kicked away the blanket;
ready to thrash those who actually dared to lay their hands on his wallet. Let
us stress the fact that he WAS a youko thief in his previous life-and that
taking his possessions would be considered an act of
either suicide or pure idiocy.
Anger fuelling his movements, he tore himself from the bed and started walking
blindly in the dark towards the source of his soon-to-be plant fertilizer. As he
groped around for a light switch, his right foot kicked something hard. A sharp
pain shot up his ankle, resulting the redhead half youko to collapse onto the
carpeted floor grunting in pain. His ankle had hurt more than it should have.
Kurama sweared inwardly, his hands reflexively reaching to rub his aching ankle
as he struggled to get himself into sitting position. The idea of unleashing his
deadliest plants was beginning to be /very/ tempting. Suddenly with the click of
a door knob and a soft creak, afternoon light eagerly streamed into the confines
of the previously gloomy room, blinding the youko with its brilliance.
He shielded his eyes with his left arm, squinting at the tall figure that stood
aloof at the doorway. Wanting to know just exactly who the shadowy figure was,
Kurama furiously rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple of times, hoping to adjust
them to the sudden arrival of light.
When he finally managed to focus properly, he found himself staring face to face
with the best blond womanizer in the entire galaxy, Kudou Yohji.
"Well, /Hello/ there, gorgeous..! Where have /you/ been all my life? No
time to lose! Let's get to it, baby!"
.:INARI~~!!! This freak sounded so much like that freakazoid crow!!:.
"Stay away from me!"
Thanks to his sprained ankle, Kurama's ningen form was unable to avoid Yohji's
advances. Without much effort,Yohji pinned him down to the floor, pressing both
his wrists against the carpet material. The blonde was about to start his
pathetic game of womanizing when a sandy
brown haired kid jumped on the latter and started to hit him with a plastic
squeak-squeak toy hammer however viciously one could with a handful of brightly
coloured plastic.
"Hey! I want a piece too!"
Still pinned to the ground, Kurama clenched his fists tightly. Already his
recovering pride had been treaded on once again only to be swept underneath the
floor mat. His face was beggining to grow hot, and it /wasn't/ becuase of the
embarrassing position. Silently looking but not listening to the exchange of
childish exclamations and the occasional foul language, ki started to build up
within him, as if keeping in tempo with the anger growing within himself.
Oohhh. How he wished he had either Yuusuke's reigun to blast them sky high or
Hiei's black dragon to burn them to ashes...even that damn crow's bombs wouldn't
be such a bad idea.
.:Forget it! Since they're gonna die, might as well feed them to my plants:.
The fox was not the only one getting pissed off. Another redhead in the room was
also steaming hot, who, at that particular time was trying to rid himself of an
extremely bad migraine by rubbing his temples. And the noise wasn't helping
either. Aya let his hands drop to his side.
In one smooth motion, he unsheathed his katana and slashed across his two
comrades' heads, purposely missing their skulls so that the blade cut off only
the top bits of their hair.
The whole street had suddenly gone very quiet.
Looking down at the fine strands, both imagined what might be lying in place of
their hair if the redhead had decided NOT to miss. Both parties swallowed
nervously. How could they ever forgotten?! Rule no.1 in the book of being in an
assassin group : Never EVER aggravate the
redhead in any way possible. Failure to acknowledge this rule /will/ result in
dislocated and/or severed limbs and at times-depending on how great the
situation is-a rather painful death.
If only they knew what would happen if Kurama had carried out his wrath before
their friend.
Their self-assigned leader sheathed his katana and then streched out an open
hand towards Yohji.
"Give it back."
"Aw! Come on, Aya! I know it's yours. Just a ¥1 000 000 note?
Please?"
That latest comment had hit /way/ too near home. What was left of Kurama's
pride/dignity as well as sanity had just been flushed down to sewage system to
be chewed on by rats. As if sensing the green eyed one's intentions, Aya quickly
dealt Yohji a left blow in the stomach,
causing the taller boy to double over in more shock than pain. As he collapsed
onto the floor, his hands released their hold on Kurama's wallet.
"Serves you damn right."
Ignoring Yohji's wheezing and the younger one's loud gasps, he calmly picked up
the booty and threw it to Kurama. Not missing a beat, the youth clad in white
caught the wallet in mid-air and silently shoved it back into his jeans pocket.
Once that was settled, Kurama gave the two
previously bickering youths a particularly hard glare, which was enough to cause
both of them to back off a few steps. He then shifted his view to Aya, his
emerald eyes boring through the other's violet gaze. The air had all of a sudden
gone still, with no one daring to even breathe. The
tension in the room kept on mounting, instilled by the ki emanating from Kurama
as well as the uncracking coldness of Aya's mask.
Suddenly, another boy burst into the room, his forehead sporting a pair of
riding goggles as well as a sweater wrapped loosely around his waist. Seemingly
unaware of the current atmosphere, Ken Hidaka broke the silence.
"Hey,guys... Time to get yourselves moving."
"What for?"
"Schwartz ... Back on the road."
As if nothing had happened, time started to move again. The new boy had already
rushed downstairs along with Aya, leaving the other two--Omi and Yohji is it?--
scampering for the door, blaming one another for angering Aya, thus abandoning
the slightly bewildered Kurama in the
room.
* Click! *
.:Shoot! They locked the door! What am I? A prisoner?!! I want to go home!!!:.
To be continued...
Ed's notes: Soo..you actually made it here! I'm a happy person! ^_^ Sorry for
making Kurama sustain all that damage! Don't worry fans, he'll get his revenge
soon! Well, that's all for now, watch out for chap 2; "I'm NOT a
chick!" Send your feedback to us at sole_ang3l@hotmail.com . Ja ne!!
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