The Little Harem Boy
-a YYH fic (sequel to 'The Fair')

Part 2
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"There he is!  After him!"

Kurama spun around, horror filling his face as a stampeding crowd of teenagers 
spotted him and began giving chase.  With no small amount of panic, the lithe 
half-youko darted into the nearest alley, frantically trying to shake off his 
pursuers.  A glance to the front revealed that the far end was blocked by a low 
brick wall.  A glance behind revealed that the entrance to the alley had been cut 
off by his numerous admirers.  Hoping against hope that the way was clear beyond 
that thrice-damned obstacle, the redhead sprinted forward.  With a graceful leap, 
he vaulted over the wall--

--and straight into the clutches of yet  _another_ mob of lovestruck ningen.  

Kurama eyed the rabid faces surrounding him, and let out a small pathetic whimper.



* * * * *

Several hours later...

"Kurama!  What the hell happened to you?!"

Yuusuke and Kuwabara gaped at their friend.  The normally calm and collected
youko was flushed, face bearing a harried, almost _hunted_ expression.  His 
clothes were no better--ripped in numerous places, they looked as if somebody had 
tried to tear them off him.  He was also cradling his left wrist in his right 
hand, the barely suppressed look of pain in his eyes indicating that the said 
appendage was either badly sprained, or broken.

"Shit, Kurama, you look like hell."  Kuwabara, tactless as always, blurted out.

The smaller redhead gave him a wry grin. "I know."  He slowly moved into the
ramen-ya, gingerly seating himself at one of the empty booths.  Wearily leaning 
back against the wall, he let his breathing even out a little before calling to 
his teammate.

"Ne, Yuusuke?"

"Nani?" the black-haired boy asked from behind the counter, where he had quickly 
gone to rummage through the drawers for the bandages Keiko's parents always kept 
on hand.  The Yukimuras' philosophy in life was that one could never be too 
prepared, _especially_ when one's future son-in-law was such a rambunctious 
delinquent.  Yuusuke had always found this rather useful, particularly at times 
like this.  

But I digress.  Now where were we?  Ah, yes...

"Can I borrow some of your clothes?"  Kurama gave his own tattered clothing a 
rueful look.  "I don't want 'Kaasan to see me like this."

The two younger teens exchanged a _look_, their expressions fairly screaming 
'What _planet_ did this guy come from?!?'.  Of course, the boy _was_ a youkai and 
from a totally different dimension, but that was beside the point.

"Ch', that's just like you, Kurama!"  Yuusuke scolded, rolling his eyes.  "Here 
you are all beat up and stuff, and you're _still_ thinking about things like 
that."  He glared at him.  "Baka."

"Well..."  Kurama gave an embarrassed shrug.

Yuusuke snorted.  That kitsune would _never_ change.  

"Oi, Kuwabara!  Catch!"  He threw the roll of gauze at the gangly youth.  "Patch 
up that idiot, would you?"

The other redhead deftly caught the roll and headed for their seated friend.
"Here gimme that," he quickly snagged the other's wrist and began to wrap it up.  

For someone of his size, his touch was actually rather gentle.  

"Sprained," he proclaimed, tying off the bandages.  "You're lucky it isn't 
broken." 

"Arigatou, Kuwabara-kun."  Kurama withdrew his hand gratefully.

"So, Kurama," Yuusuke threw himself down on the seat across from the other two.  
"Spill.  What happened?"

The half-youko winced.  "You don't wanna know."

"Oh, yes we do!"  The other two chorused.

"I'm not lending you _anything_ until you tell us,"  Yuusuke threatened.

"Yuusuke..."  Kurama gave him a quelling look.

Seeing as their leader's tactic wasn't working, Kuwabara decided to add a bit 
more intimidation.

"If you don't start talking, I'll tell your fan club where you are." 

His words hung ominously in the room.

The flame-haired kitsune paled, eyes going more than a bit wild at the thought of 
those...those _creatures_ finding him.

Yuusuke noted his teammate's rather extreme reaction, and put two and two 
together.  

Can anyone say 'four'?  

"Holy shit!"  he exploded, staring incredulously at the slender youth.  "_They_ 
did this to you, didn't they?"

Kuwabara blinked.  "Your fan club did _this_?!"  His jaw dropped.  "But they're 
only humans!  How could you possibly lose to--" he stopped, eyeing the kitsune's 
woe-begone expression.  His brown eyes suddenly grew round in understanding.  

"Ohh...I see.  It's _because_ they're humans that you couldn't fight back."

"Hai," Kurama nodded, grimacing.  "I couldn't very well use my powers, not on 
humans.  Enma-Daioh would have my head for that."



Yuusuke and Kuwabara stared at each other.  Damn!  Kurama was in _seriously_ 
big trouble.

A sudden chilling thought occurred to the carrot-topped delinquent.

"Hiei's gonna go ballistic when he hears about this."

Yuusuke cursed.  He'd almost forgotten about that.  "Well, shit!"

Kurama just started banging his head on the table.



* * * * *

Somewhere outside...

"The target's been spotted.  All units, move in."

Several black-clad figures stealthily made their way to the brightly-lit shop,
slowly closing in on the unsuspecting youth inside.

* * * * *

Thirty minutes later...

"Thanks for the clothes, Yuusuke," Kurama said.  He stood up, raking a hand
through his hair.  "I really appreciate this."

"Don't mention it."  The dark-haired boy stood up as well, frustration showing
in every line of his body.  "Ch'!  Wish your _other_ problem was that simple."

The redhead's lips tilted up slightly at the corners.  Yuusuke was such a nice 
boy.  Sure, he was a delinquent and all, but he always stood up for his friends 
and did his best to help them out.  It was simply unfortunate that neither he nor 
Kuwabara could come up with any ideas on how to get him out of his current 
predicament.



He sighed, feeling extremely sorry for himself.

Yuusuke just muttered sourly under his breath, then noticed the preoccupied look 
on Kuwabara's face.  "Oi!" he sauntered over, poking the taller boy in the arm.  
"What's bugging you, Kuwabara?"

The carrot-topped youth narrowed his eyes.  "I dunno.  I'm getting some pretty
bad vibes."

Yuusuke's eyes lit up.  Now _here_ was something he could pound his frustrations 
on.  "Youkai?" he asked hopefully.

Kuwabara shook his head.  "No, it's not youkai.  But whatever it is...it's gonna 
be bad."

* * * * *

"Weapons at the ready.  Prepare to engage."

* * * * *

As Kuwabara finished his statement, several men burst into the room, breaking 
through the doors and windows, and sending wood and glass spraying everywhere.

"Aw, man!  Not the room!  K'so!  Keiko's gonna kill me!"  Yuusuke wailed.

Before the trio could do anything more than stare dumbly at the intruders, one of 
the uniformed men lifted his rifle and fired.

* * * * *

"Status report, soldier."

The young man looked up at his commanding officer, withdrawing his hand from one 
downed boy's limp wrist.  "They're out cold, sir."

Gray eyes gleamed with satisfaction.  "Mission accomplished.  Grab the target and 
let's get out of here."

"Yes, sir!"

* * * * *

Suzuki Kaoru giggled, bouncing along happily with her two best friends as they
made their way home.  She was feeling extremely giddy, and with good reason.
Earlier in the afternoon, _her_ particular group had managed to corner 
Minamino-kun, _and_ she'd actually been able to steal a _kiss_ before he'd gotten 
away.  

Achiko and Karin had been absolutely green with envy when she'd told them.

Kaoru sighed blissfully.  Ah, life was good.

They rounded the corner, the other two still playfully nagging her for more 
details about the kiss, when all of them were nearly knocked down by a group of 
uniformed men hurrying away from the Yukimura Ramen-ya.  Kaoru caught only a brief 
glimpse of Minamino-kun's blood-red hair before his unconscious form was quickly 
shoved into a waiting van.

Eyes wide, she stared after the speeding vehicle. 

Three seconds later, she let out a blood-curdling scream.

* * * * *

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