The Little Red Head
A Yu* Yu* Hakusho fanfic
by Kaoru
Saa, here I am again with a brand new fic! And a fairy tale to boot!
*Cresent Star: Hey, you're stealing my schtick!*
Quiet, you little squirt.
*Cresent: Who're you calling a squirt?!*
You.
*Cresent: Hmph! (whaps Kaoru upside the head and stomps off)*
Ooch. So.. where were we? Ah, sou ka.. I got this idea after watching one of those animated children's story TV shows. You know, the type with lots of still drawings and celebrity voices and stuff. This was one of the stories they used. (snigger)
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Standard disclaimer: The characters in appearing in this fic are property of Togashi Yoshihiro, Shueisha, Studio Pierrot and Fuji TV. Don't sue me. No money. You get the idea.
It was one fine day in the Makai, which meant that it wasn't raining frogs or spam or anything horrible like that (1), that four Reikai Tantei were going about their business around the cottage they lived in for the convenience of this particular fanfic. The cottage was situated in a serene corner of the forest, far from the cheerful destruction that raged on in the land between warring Makai lords and their demon armies.
As was mentioned earlier, the four Reikai Tantei were busy with their own concerns in various sections of the picketed garden. The carrot top was reading his manga in a makeshift hammock strung between two trees while the delinquent was practicing his Rei Gun near the edge of the clearing. The fire demon was dozing in the branches of a tree somewhere and the redhead was getting in touch with his arboreal allies in the middle of the garden.
The redhead, being far more attuned to the greenery around them than his peers, spied a small seed between the tufts of grass he was trying to commune with. He picked it up and turned it around between his fingertips, examining it with much curiosity.
"Aha, a rose seed from the Ningenkai! How unusual that it should turn up here of all places, and to have survived the wilds of the Makai! It must be a most special seed then. I think I should like to plant it."
With that, he turned to his fellow team members and asked, "Who will help me plant this seed?"
"Not I," said the carrot top.
"Not I," said the delinquent.
"Hn," said the fire demon.
"Very well then, I shall plant it myself," said the redhead. So he did.
After he had patted the loam over the little seed, he turned to his fellow team members again and asked, "Who will help me water this seed?"
"Not I," said the carrot top.
"Not I," said the delinquent.
"Hn," said the fire demon.
"Very well then, I shall water it myself," said the redhead. So he did.
Fifteen minutes later, green shoot tips emerged from the ground where he had planted the seed. But alas! Weeds had sprung up around the little seedling as well! The redhead turned to his (indifferent) team members and asked, "Who will help me weed this plot?"
"Not I," said the carrot top.
"Not I," said the delinquent.
"Hn," said the fire demon.
"Very well then, I shall weed it myself," said the redhead. So he did.
Another fifteen minutes later, a magnificent rosebush had miraculously appeared in the middle of the garden. The redhead was immensely pleased at the verdant abundance, and turned to his teammates, keen on sharing its beauty with his friends. He asked, "Who will help me pick the flowers?"
"Not I," said the carrot top, fully aware of the consequences.
"Not I," said the delinquent, beginning to back away into the cottage.
"Zzzzzz..." said the fire demon, still in the tree.
"Very well then, I shall pick them myself," said the redhead. So he did.
He chose a particularly large, fragrant blossom and snapped it off the bush, lifting the soft petals to his face and inhaling its heady fragrance in deep breaths. With a flick of his wrist, he turned the bloom into a long, thornless Rose Whip and snagged the fire demon from the tree ten feet away. Needless to say, the fire demon was not very pleased with this turn of events.
"What the HELL?! Get your damned paws off me, you rabid nymphomaniac fox!"
"Well, well. What do we have here? Why, it's a young and I must say, very desirable, little fire youkai," the redhead mused as he nuzzled the spiky, pine-scented hair. "Mmm, mmm. Smells delicious."
"Get OFF me, you f**king hent-mmmmph..!" the fire demon was effectively silenced by the redhead, who was suddenly keen on getting to know both his tonsils on a *very* intimate basis.
Not that he minded, of course.
"Hmm... who will help me... ahem... 'eat' this tasty little morsel?"
"Not I," said the carrot top, quickly packing his things and hightailing it back inside.
"Not I," said the delinquent, from the relative safety of the cottage.
"Very well then, I shall 'eat' him myself," said the redhead.
So he did.
The end!
(1) No offence to spam-lovers everywhere! I kind of like the stuff actually, but I really wish they wouldn't make it so salty...
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