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

Part 3
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Yuusuke held an ice pack to his throbbing head, vainly trying to drown out the
loud and imaginative cursing coming from the diminutive fire demon standing in
front of him.

"How the hell did this happen?!?"  Cold crimson eyes glared daggers at him.

The boy immediately made a warding gesture.  "It wasn't my fault!"

"Then _whose_ fault is it?"  The words were ground out through tightly clenched
teeth.

Yuusuke and Kuwabara exchanged a look.  The taller redhead was frantically
shaking his head.  

*Nuh-uh, I ain't telling him!*

*Kuwabara!  Help me out here!* he whined mentally.

All he got was a frantic glare.  *Are you nuts?!  He's already tried to stick me
with that sword of his.  I ain't giving him another chance to use me as a pin
cushion!*

*K'so!  You coward!* he howled.

*At least I'll be a live coward!* Kuwabara shot back, not in the least bit 
repentant.

Yuusuke's shoulders slumped.  Giving the redhead one final glare, he turned to
face their youkai comrade.  Sweating nervously, he began to speak.

"Well it started like this..."

* * * * *

"As of yet, we still do not know the whereabouts of Shuuichi Minamino, the
popular youth voted as the 'Best Student of the Year'.  From the accounts of one 
of the witnesses to the kidnapping, a Miss Kaoru Suzuki, we have reason to believe 
that Mr. Minamino was abducted by foreigners.  The reasons for this are as yet 
unknown.  The Prime Minister has declared..."

Abdul switched off the TV, a small smile playing about his lips.  It appeared that 
Japan was in an uproar over Minamino's disappearance.  Who would've thought 
there'd be such a hue and cry over the abduction of one student?



Abdul's smile widened.



His blue eyes gleamed.



* * * * *

Kurama groaned, hiding his head under the pillow.  Why was the light so gods-
damned bright?  He was trying to get some rest here.  He irritably pulled the silk 
covers over him, seeking just five more minutes of sleep before he faced _them_ 
again.  Just five more minu--

He stilled, mind backtracking hastily.  

_Silk_ covers?  His bed didn't _have_ silk covers.  

Kurama jerked upright, eyes flying open.  A growing look of horror dawned on his 
face as he took in the unfamiliar room, with its lavishly curtained bed and 
decadent decor.  The sight of a tall black eunuch standing calmly by the door only 
served to further aggravate his rising blood pressure.

With a muffled whimper, he fell back on the bed, head beginning to pound with a 
blinding headache.



* * * * *

"KOENMA!!!"

Koenma's head jerked up, fuukuman falling from a mouth grown slack with surprise.  

"H-Hiei?"

The little fire demon stomped into the room, spearing him with a razor-sharp 
glance.  "Where is he?"

The demigod blinked.  "What?"

Hiei slammed his hands down on Koenma's desk and leaned in threateningly.
"_Where_ is Kurama?!"

"Kurama...?"  A question mark appeared over his head.  "Anou..." he blinked 
again.  "Isn't he at school?"

The enraged youkai growled, giving him a look that said 'You idiot!  Would I be 
_here_ if he were??'

"Ah-ha-ha..."  The little baby sweatdropped.  "Excuse me for a moment..."  He
turned and pressed the intercom.  "GEORGE!  GET IN HERE!" he bellowed.

The blue-skinned oni raced into the room.  "You yelled, Koenma-sama?"

"George-kun," he began, smiling pleasantly at his subordinate.  "Hiei tells me
that Kurama is missing."  Amber eyes gained a hard sheen.  "Why wasn't I 
informed?"  

Correctly interpreting that to mean 'Why didn't you _tell_ me before _he_ got
here, you jackass?!?', George began to sweat.  "A-anou...there wasn't any
supernatural activity connected with his abduction, Koenma-sama, so we didn't
think it was that serious..." his voice trailed off uncertainly.

A snarl from the seething youkai in the room caused both demigod and oni to start 
and sweatdrop nervously.

"Maa, maa, Hiei, I'm sure Kurama is fine," Koenma hastily reassured him, voice 
unbalancedly cheerful.  He, however, still prudently kept his distance.  He might 
be an immortal, but that didn't mean getting toasted by Hiei's Kokuryuu would hurt
any less.  Shooting his assistant a 'Go-and-find-that-kitsune-before-Hiei-decides-
to-have-us-meet-his-pet-dragon-for-dinner-and-not-as-guests' glare, he gestured 
surreptitiously towards the door.

George, blue-skin having turned an unbecoming shade of gray, took the hint and 
bolted.

* * * * *

Kurama sat miserably in the tub, mechanically going through the motions of bathing 
himself.  Mechanically, I say, because his mind was focused on other, more 
important, things, like how to sneak out of this gods-forsaken place.  It 
_shouldn't_ have been too hard--he _was_ a master thief after all--if he hadn't
run smack-dab into a problem.  One rather _big_ problem, in the form of the huge 
black man standing watch by the bathroom door.  The same man, the author might 
add, who had quite effortlessly stripped the struggling kitsune and dumped him in 
the tub not five minutes before.

He glared at the bald eunuch.

The silent guard caught his murderous look and gave him a wide smile in return,
teeth gleaming a startling white against that dark face.



Damning Enma-Daioh's edict to everlasting hell, Kurama sunk deeper into the tub
and sulked.



* * * * *

Abdul lounged back against a large, tasseled pillow, legs stretched before him 
in a comfortable sprawl.  A slight smile curved his lips as he recalled the 
events of an hour before.  The boy had awoken, and had not been happy at his
abduction. He had immediately tried to escape.  It was a good thing he'd sent in 
his strongest and most trusted eunuch to watch over the fey youth, else he'd have 
gotten away.  For such delicate-looking creature, that Minamino could sure put up
a fight.  

Beckoning a servant to come forward, he sent orders for the youth to be garbed as
befit his new status.  He briefly wondered how the boy would take the change in his 
wardrobe, and grinned wolfishly, eyes narrowing in anticipation. 

He could hardly wait.  He _so_ loved a good challenge.

* * * * *

Horror-filled green eyes stared numbly at the image in the mirror.  



Kurama's appalled gaze moved over his reflection's costume.  He was wearing 
trousers that began just below his navel, molding itself to his hips, but falling 
in baggy folds around his legs, where they gathered tightly at his ankles.  His 
top was little better.  Short, it fit snugly across his chest, before hanging down 
loosely to about an inch above his waist.  It also had long, full sleeves that 
were caught tightly at the wrist, and a wide band of intricate embroidery along 
the hem.  

Now this wouldn't have been so bad--the cut of his youko robes showed off more
skin, after all--if the sicko who'd designed it had only used some other cloth.

Unfortunately for Kurama's peace of mind, the entire ensemble had been made of 
some filmy material--not transparent, thank Inari for small blessings, but so thin 
that the slightest movement made it cling to his skin, revealing every line and 
curve of his body.  The same material was wrapped around his hair, its light 
lavender color making his crimson locks seem a deeper, richer red.  Add to that 
the small, silver sequins dotting the costume, the heavy bracelets at his wrists 
and ankles, not to mention the emerald that had been stuck to his belly button, 
and he looked like some slave girl straight out of 'Arabian Nights'.  



He lifted a trembling, bangle-laden hand to slightly parted lips.



* * * * *



Hiei's form blurred as he zipped through the portal, heading with single-minded
determination towards the palace where Kurama was being held.  How _dare_ that
ningen try to steal what belonged to him!  Crimson eyes burned with a cold, 
deadly fire.  If that human had so much as _touched_ his kitsune--

Omae o korosu!

* * * * *

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