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ships-for-you · 5 years ago

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Anon Request

Hi! I’m incredibly sorry I got to this so late but I am so excited to get started on this, thank you for requesting! (Gifs are not mine)

Also warning, there may be the occasional swear words.

Mizuki:

Alright, Mizuki is known for having some sort of obsession over things and people that he likes.

Especially when he deems them cute.

Especially x2 when he knows that that they’re here to stay with him.

So when he meets his s/o for the first time, he immediately notices your height first. I mean you’re so cute???

He also imagines you as his own personal pocket pet that humans are always gushing about? Like, he’s tempted to turn you into one of them.

Then he realizes that’s creepy and he’s not trying to do that since he’s learning from Nanami so…

He’s very bubbly and openly shows his enthusiasm whenever you come around the shrine with Nanami.

He absolutely loVeS the height difference between you and him. I mean, he’s 5'8 which he doesn’t consider very tall so to find a guy that’s shorter than him with looks to boot? He’s in.

He tries not to get overzealous when talking about his life story since he doesn’t want you to get scared of him.

He purposely left out the part where he trapped Nanami in his own God’s shrine but you knew anyway.

He likes to hold your hand and compare their sizes because he finds that interesting that yours may or may not be significantly shorter than his.

He teaches you how to play the flute in the most cringeworthy way possible like when he puts his fingers on top of yours while he’s behind you?

Yeah, cringeworthy but slightly sweet.

He loves to hover over you when you’re doing something like cooking or reading a book without you noticing just so he can scare you.

That little shit

He occasionally likes to scoop you into his arms for a hug and then randomly lift you up because he’s feeling extra that day.

Or maybe he just had a bad day.

Speaking of bad days, he always likes it when his s/o clings to him for a bit and reassures him that they’re not leaving since, again, attachment issues.

Mizuki, although obsessive at times, doesn’t actually get too jealous of when you hang around other guys or girls.

I mean, he wouldn’t like it if you spent more of your time with them than him but he’s not stingy with you, if that makes sense lmao.

But he definitely wouldn’t allow you to hang around Tomoe and Kurama too much. Having Tomoe’s scent on you is enough, he doesn’t need that crow’s scent on you as well.

I don’t know, apparently scent is important to him and his scent on you also sort of repels other demons and/or akashi from getting too close.

Kanato:

Ok, hear me out.

Kanato is 5'4. I’m not saying there aren’t any guys under 5'4 but they’re rare to find

So if he does encounter any male below his height, he is immediately amused. (And somewhat interested, let’s be honest.)

If you aren’t, that’s ok. You still get his attention somehow. If you’re obnoxiously loud, your style is interesting, or you’re great in the art like writing or singing, you’ll get him interested to some extent.

I feel like Kanato is one of the last of the brothers to accept he’s even remotely interested in men in that regard. Like, borderline homophobic.

Honestly it probably stems from something incredibly superficial like he doesn’t find men, “conventionally cute.”

When he does eventually come to terms with it, he’d probably invite them over for a tea party with sweets and tea.

Given that it would be you playing butler because he’s suddenly found of having a cute guy serving him.

He’ll be the type of guy to ask you out by threatening you so…not entirely romantic but if you like the dude, I won’t judge.

The relationship is not so toxic(?) It’s just where one is more high maintenance than the other and so you kinda have to bend over backwards a lot.

I mean, he does like you but it’s just different? He either can’t show it properly or does not show it at all.

Admittedly, there are times where he just disregards teddy’s existence in exchange for cuddling you when he’s tired.

You also coax him into sleeping earlier so you could cuddle. (He’ll complain and thrash about like a child but he does it less the more you ask.)

He enjoys your body temperature way too much.

Might even sneak in a little nibble since he liked your warmth way too much to the point he wanted to feel more.

Plus, your size makes it perfect for him to cuddle you. To him you’re not too big and not too small, just right for him.

It will probably take a while before you can actually kiss him or anything.

When it does happen though, expect it to be messy and maybe one or two of his brothers peeping in his room to watch you two.

They’ll probably photograph that, just saying.

Tamura:

Warning, slight ns¿fw ahead

Lmao, you gave me the power of choice so here he is. (This entire post will probably get taken down because of this gif ffs.)

Since he’s gay in canon, or just generally is comfortable with guys in every sense of the word, I thought he’d be the most likely love to have a short s/o.

I feel like Tamura is the type of guy that absolutely loves anyone shorter than him and will tease the ever loving shit out of them. If they’re quiet and reserved or really loud, outgoing and a tease, you’ve probably got yourself a blue-haired shark after you.

He’s also a tsundere type so he definitely won’t be the one to initiate any type of conversation between you two.

Of course, let’s say you came to their, “after school club” during visiting hours, he’d be super over-protective because he feels like you probably didn’t know what their club was for.

And now that the other members know who you are, they won’t leave you alone since they know for a fact their little Tamu likes you.

Toono is probably a great friend for you since you’re in the same class.

So is Yaguchi.

You’ve known Yaguchi since you were kids so you know the real, “Yacchan.”

You also know Kashima which is pretty cool for you since he’s a great friend and confidant but not so cool for poor Tamu-chan.

If you do like Tamura, it would be an interesting scenario for the rest of Yaribu to witness.

You like Tamura and are jealous of Yacchan while Tamura likes you and is jealous of Kashima.

You hang around Kashima mainly because you’re both pretty new to the whole, “liking boys” scene and tell each other your insighits.

Tamura has no excuse to talk to you but with the help of Toono and Kashima, they both secretly pull the strings to make you see each other more than before.

When you do start going out, it’s a little hard for him since he wants to be loyal to you but he kind of needs to do his business in the club.

But if you assure him it’s fine, he’ll be wary but at least he has your consent.

He kind of abstains from sex? He probably only uses toys now on others instead of actually giving them a good pegging.

If it does start to get a little out of hand, like Tamura still doesn’t serve for the club properly, Akemi will probably force you to be recruited.

He doesn’t really like initiating a lot of the romantic or affectionate stuff but he does like it when you give him little kisses here and there throughout the day

or quick hugs,

Or just a simple affectionate touch on his face to assure him that the day will pass by fast and you’ll see him later.

There would definitely be a time where his s/o told them they’d have, “a fun time” when they got to their dorms.

Turns out they were just going to watch a movie.d

Is Tamura disappointed? Yes.

But will he wait until you’re ready? Fuck yeah.

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Thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write but it’s my first time writing for male readers. Feel free to critique it if you find something too off and I’d be glad to change it.

Requests are open folks!

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rosepetalcharm · 3 years ago

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How about a pocket sized! Kurama? owo

P..pocket sized.. tiny !!💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘 .. he'd be soo tiny and cute my goodness!!! And his little tail and ears too!! So adorable!! Tiny chibi cutiefox

#I want to hug and pet tiny Kurama so much #almost more than I want to hug and pet regular sized Kurama #so tiny can sit on my head and hide in my hair #hehe #asks #thank you for the ask!💜

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intobarbarians · 4 years ago

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Hiei x Kuwabara and clothes, basically.

Hiei’s history of unbridled animosity towards anything covering his chest predates his relationship with Kuwabara, so there’s no reason to feel guilty when one more shirt burns upon the pyre of Hiei’s hatred for hiding his nipples from the world. It’s just that this particular blue tank top is sacrificed while also saving Kuwabara’s ass. That last part is probably a funny little coincidence, given how often Hiei casually mentions how much he loathes Kuwabara in general.

Except--

Kuwabara shudders, despite almost being incinerated by a lava demon vomiting molten rock in his direction. He imagines that for Hiei the experience is more akin to sinking into a hot spring with a damp towel across his forehead--relaxing and clothing optional.

Hiei is the reason Kuwabara is alive right now.

“Thanks,” he rasps. In about ten seconds, Hiei’s going to make a snide comment that extinguishes the gratitude in Kuwabara’s chest. The desire that intermittently flares when it seems like maybe, maybe Hiei cares about him, too, will die a neat death alongside it, and Kuwabara can go back to pretending these feelings don’t exist.

He counts quietly to himself. Seven, eight, nine--

“What were you thinking? When Kurama asked for a distraction, he obviously meant someone fast enough to not get burned alive. You’re fortunate I thought it was worth my time to save your foolish hide.”

Right on schedule, Kuwabara thinks bitterly. He wipes the dirt off his hands, noticing the tiny craters in his palms from crashing against the ground and catching himself on pebbles, but he doesn’t see any blood. “There were two of these fuckers, so he needed two distractions.”

A giant, mint bloom crowns each lava demon, extracting heat and expelling it into vapor through the petals until the immobilized demons cool into ghastly, grey statues, captured forever with a hand outstretched to their partner.

Kuwabara turns away from them. It’s fucked up to grieve for somebody that tried to turn you into barbeque, isn’t it?

Hiei takes the explanation as an insult. “I’m more than capable of distracting a dozen of these creatures. Know your limitations so you don’t burden the rest of us.”

That sort of arrogance deserves a rock to the forehead. Hiei dodges all four that Kuwabara sends his way and stalks across the battlefield to grab his cloak. Huh, that’s...really far away. Hiei is the only one who could have made it in time to absorb the lava demon’s attack.

He pushes himself onto one knee and sputters when his vision turns blue. He hastily pulls off the fabric and stares at the last remnant of Hiei’s tank top, may it rest in peace.

Kuwabara runs his thumb across it. The remnant isn’t big enough to be a hanky; it’s just trash. He should throw it away.

He shoves the remnant into his back pocket and doesn’t look at Hiei again for the rest of the mission.

***

Missions are hard on everyone’s wardrobe. Kurama is basically rich, so no one can muster much sympathy for him when his outfits get weird fluids on them. Yusuke doesn’t give a fuck what happens to his clothes since he has the same three-pack of white t-shirts and a pair of jeans delivered to his house every three months. Really, it’s Kuwabara that draws the short end of the fashion stick, because he’s usually got to go to specialty stores to find something that fits his freakishly huge shoulders.

“Stop lifting weights like a musclehead, and maybe you can start shopping with the rest of us normal shouldered people,” Yusuke suggests. The noogie, when it inevitably descends like justice, displaces Yusuke’s gelled hair so badly he spends twenty minutes in the bathroom fixing it and vowing revenge.

Fortunately, the internet provides, and Kuwabara has found a website that regularly keeps his size in stock. He’s scrolling through their shirts when he sees it: a soft, gorgeous blue that reminds him of--

Nope. Absolutely not. Kuwabara has bills. He can’t afford to buy a present for somebody who would react to anything Kuwabara gave him as if it were rat poison. His wallet can’t handle that, and neither can his feelings.

He closes the window. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

***

One of the constellations in Makai’s sky looks kind of like a koala.

Kuwabara stares at it resolutely, because if he has to look at Hiei’s naked chest one more time he’s going to spontaneously combust. How’s that for a grave marker? Here lies Kazuma Kuwabara: Too Fucking Horny to Live.

He clears his throat. “Haven’t you gotten a replacement yet?” His voice goes weirdly high pitched. Yikes. He overcorrects and sounds like a heavy smoker when he clarifies, “Another shirt, I mean. It’s been a while since the lava demons.” Almost three weeks of sweet, shirtless hell.

Hiei, who does not Suffer as Kuwabara Suffers, says, “When have I ever struck you as someone preoccupied with clothing?”

Literally never, but don’t his nipples chafe under that cloak? Oh god, now he’s thinking explicitly about Hiei’s nipples.

Kuwabara prays to the koala for strength. “That’s because you haven’t grown an inch since you were twelve.” He sticks to his fail-safe: when suppressing an unwanted attraction to someone who hates you, remind them that you’re taller. It’s an excellent strategy, fine-tuned over years of use.

He should scale it back a bit. Obviously, Hiei is gaining some immunity. “Jealous, human?”

“Of being short?”

Hiei ignores the jab. “I’m not as delicate as you are to the elements; I get neither hot nor cold. Unlike you, I can survive any temperature.”

So Hiei could walk around totally naked and be unbothered by it, huh? Oh god, now he’s explicitly thinking about Hiei walking around totally naked.

Kuwabara sends another prayer to the koala. “There are other reasons to wear clothes, like self-expression.” And not making innocent people fall in love with your ridiculous abs. “But I know having a personality trait other than being a difficult asshole is hard for you.”

The koala must be listening, because Kuwabara thinks he doesn’t sound at all like a man with a hopeless crush.

“You express yourself very nicely in your clothes,” Hiei observes. “The teddy bear above your heart clearly indicates how soft and vulnerable to being murdered by our query you are.”

Kuwabara sniffs. Yukina bought him this shirt. “Real men can wear teddy bear t-shirts and beat up ghost rabbit demons.”

“We’ll see.” A few seconds of silence pass while they wait for said ghost rabbit demon to appear. “There are practical considerations to be had about clothes, such as where to put them.”

Is everything Hiei carries with him all that he owns?

Kuwabara almost jerks his head around before sternly reminding himself koala.

That’s right, Hiei doesn’t have a physical home. He stays with Mukuro sometimes, and couch surfs among the rest of them, but he wanders Makai when he’s not working. Being outside and looking up at the stars is Hiei’s home.

“I have a spare drawer at my place,” Kuwabara blurts out. “If you need space to stash your stuff, you’re free to have it.”

What the fuck just came out of his mouth? A spare drawer? Like you might offer someone you’re dating? Is that what he just said?

Oh god, now he’s explicitly thinking about dating Hiei.

Fucking koala! “I mean shirts and things like that. Don’t put any cursed objects in my house.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Kuwabara digs his nails into his elbows. “Using the spare drawer or not putting cursed objects in it?”

“Both.”

Kuwabara blinks. All he sees is blue.

#my fic #yyh #hiei x kuwabara #hxk clothes fic

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chemicalmagecraft · 4 years ago

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Foresight is 20/20 Chapter 7

I groaned and yawned as I woke up with a fuzzy head. I started rubbing my eyes as I sat up a bit.

Then I went back down and almost fell asleep. I didn't actually fall asleep, however, because of a knock on my door. "In a minute," I managed to get out, then rolled off the bed. I eventually managed to get up and open the door to the sight of a woman of the main branch family, if I remembered right. "Sleepy," I blearily muttered as an excuse. I probably had bedhead, which added to the image.

She chuckled. "So this is why you don't let anyone in your room in the morning hours," she said jokingly.

I grunted, licked my lips, then said, "I must look like a little death, huh?" I snapped my fingers at my vanity and my brush and comb flew over thanks to the wind attribute in Kurama's chakra, then started un-messing my hair. She just stared at me incredulously. "So what do yo- ah!" I was interrupted by the brush trying to force through a particularly bad knot. They stopped long enough for me to sort out the knot, then continued. "I told you two to stop if that happens," I chided. I gave the woman whose name I couldn't remember at the moment a small, polite smile and explained, "A jutsu that I made that animates things. I unfortunately don't have enough enough chakra to use anything practical in a fight yet, but I can use it for laziness." I shrugged. "Sure, I have to charge them up every so often or they'll die, but they're pretty nice. So what do you need from me?"

"...Hiashi-sama asked me to give you this, and not to look inside it," she said as she handed me a messenger bag. I grunted a "thanks" and opened it to see a couple of scrolls, a large book, and a file. "If I might ask, what exactly is in that?"

"Top-secret fuinjutsu stuff," I muttered as I opened the file to see medical records and a picture of a small boy with red hair and shadows around his eyes. "If anyone asks, you never saw this. Talk to Father if you want to know why, but just know it comes from Hokage-sama." I put the file back and took the book out. I raised my eyebrows when I realized that it looked like a primer on the theory of poison. "Thanks... uh..." I thought for a moment. "Sorry, I should know this, I'm still a little asleep... Yuri-san?"

"It's actually Yuriko, Kouki-kun," she politely corrected. "I'm going to go now. Good luck with your project."

I sat down at my desk after she left and pulled out all of the scrolls and the file. I sorted through the scrolls, putting the jutsu scrolls back in the bag. When I was done I looked through the final scroll, which was about Gaara's seal. I frowned and ran my fingers through my hair when I was done. "This doesn't make any sense..." I muttered. "Either I'm missing something or Gaara really shouldn't be having as many problems as he has... Maybe it's something to do with Shukaku in particular? Maybe Kurama knows something." I opened the file on Gaara back up to see what I could gleam from that. "Nothing too useful, it turns out..." I sighed. I might have been able to do something with the stuff about his chakra and the symptoms that they knew for sure were from Shukaku, but I'd probably need to consult Kurama first, and he was... actually it was really surprising, but he was playing with Hinata, so I couldn't talk to him. Then I noticed a small sealing tag included with the papers. I picked it up and immediately recognized it as a used Inner Demon Calming Seal. A sticky note on it said that the Kazekage had Gaara use one for practice so I'd have a baseline, which was really good on his part. Would have to tell him he done good.

I took it, pulled out a blank scroll, put the tag on the scroll, and made a half ram seal. Words flowed out of the seal and onto the scroll, forming the statistics on Gaara. I nodded. It looked like the scan function was working perfectly, and the data I got from it was pretty good. I already had the beginnings of an idea just from that, though I decided I should probably consult Kurama before actually trying to work on it as a precaution. When I was done, I made a half dragon seal and pulled the tag from the scroll. The words peeled off with the scroll, and as I flipped the tag around and put it down, the words reconstituted into a sort of spherical barrier that allowed a ball of red chakra to emerge from the seal without dispersing into the air. I frowned as I saw the size of it. "The regulator's off..." The idea was that the seal would take only a little bit extra of Shukaku's chakra from what it was using to suppress Shukaku for me to play with, but there was a lot more than what I was expecting. "Orrrrr maybe it's just that Shukaku wasn't trying to break free or fighting at all?" I realized, then shrugged. "Meh." I made another half ram seal with my left hand and an empty sealing circle formed on it. I shoved my hand into the containment barrier and the red chakra flowed into the seal, forming a slash in the middle, the kanji for one.

kukukuku~

I knocked on the door. Thankfully, the seal on my hand had disappeared after it settled down just like Naruto's. That would've been hard to hide if it hadn't... Because I could feel that nobody was around, I revealed the seal for a bit to inspect it while I waited for someone to open the door. When I felt Tenko about to open the door, I let it fade again and shoved my hands into my pockets. "Hey, Uzumaki-san," I said with a small smile.

"Kouki-kun," she greeted back. "Are you here to see Naruto-kun?" I nodded and she let me inside. The house was nice. It wasn't nearly as big as the Hyuuga compound, for obvious reasons, but it was pretty big for a family of four. Probably because of the prestige of the Uzumaki clan, even if said clan was only the four members.

"How's he settling in?" I asked.

"Kouki!" Naruto shouted as he waved enthusiastically at me, then went back to climbing on Ai.

"Hey, kid," Ai greeted as Naruto managed to get to and start pushing on her face. "A little help, honey? Please?" Tenko giggled and picked Naruto up off of Ai, earning a peck on the cheek as thanks. "Thanks, sweetie."

I chuckled. "So he's settling in nice, then?" I inferred, then beckoned for Naruto. "C'mere, Naruto. I wanna tell you something."

Tenko put him down, but he frowned and didn't come to me. "Why do you have that weird feeling that all the mean people have, Kouki-kun?" he asked me.

I internally sighed and, not for the first time, was glad that my general lack of major emoting most of the time kept my annoyance from really showing. Naruto had noted feeling the malice of others recently, which was from my giving Kurama his yin power back. Still, though, it shouldn't have been strong enough to passively sense what little malice I could generate towards him... I extended my (unfortunately still weak passively) malice sense towards him, or rather his seal, and felt a sort of... "smug" malice coming from Kurama, which made more sense. I sent him a little message of "you suck" and told Naruto, "I dunno, but are you gonna ignore my advice?" He shrugged and walked over to me, allowing me to give him a light chop to the head. On the plus side, I was conditioning him to equate malice directed at him with pain, hopefully.

"Hey!" he complained.

"Don't throw away Gudo Dama, stupid," I chided.

"I don't even know what that is!"

"Powerful but finicky jutsu that you might get in the future if events line up, and in my visions you stupidly hamstrung your ability to use two fifths of it like an hour after getting it by throwing two of them into a Chibaku Tensei in another space-time. Don't do that for real."

"What happened to not punishing people for things they haven't done yet?"

I shrugged. "That was for having the potential stupid to throw away Gudo Dama. You don't even want to know what I'll do if I learn you do it without a good enough reason." Then, I heard the frantic footsteps of a young girl and turned around to see Tenten staring at me with an elated expression. "'Sup," I said.

"Naruto-kun said that you have healing powers!" Tenten said.

I shrugged. "Yeah, but not the kind just anyone can use, if that's what you're asking." Her face fell. "But if it's healing jutsu you want to learn, then you should know that you should have a bit of an advantage with yang release due to being an Uzumaki, which you need for medical release."

"Yes!" she shouted and threw her hands in the air. "I wanna be like Tsunade, she's this really cool kunoichi who's a really good healer!"

Ai pouted. "I'm a cool kunoichi too... And I have weapons... It's because I'm only a special jonin, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Tsunade's got some bad habits that I'm pretty sure your moms would like very much if you never pick up," they both agreed emphatically, "and you don't need to be a medic to be cool, but if you really, really wanna know how to heal people, then..." I took my hand out of my pocket, and a leaf appeared on it. "The other half of the equation is chakra control, so get cracking." I used a chakra thread to put it in her hands. "Well, there's knowledge needed too, but the biggest parts are yang release and plenty of chakra control."

"How did you do that?" Ai asked me, amazed.

I pulled down my sleeve, revealing a wristband with a storage seal on it that I'd made with Kurama's help. Really, why don't more people do that? It's awesome and useful. "I made a waterproof storage seal wristband with variable output, which is a lot more practical than you'd think if you do it right, by the way," I explained.

Ai gave me an eager look that made me feel like stars should have appeared in her eyes, and said, "Teach me your ways, master."

"Hey, I don't actually know how this leaf helps me with chakra control," Tenten complained.

"Naruto," I ordered. He took my meaning immediately and went over to help his new sister with her leaf. I turned back to Ai and said, "Right, so the first thing you need to know is that you can put waterproof seals on fabric surprisingly easily..."

kukukuku~

My eyes closed and my body absolutely still as I sat cross-legged under the shade of the tree, I pondered what Kurama and I had talked about in regards to Gaara's seal. "If I use it like that, the side-effects would actually be beneficial," I thought to myself as I formulated the beginnings of a plan. My thoughts shifted, however, when I finally managed to begin to feel the ebb and flow of the energy of the world around me after what felt like an hour of meditation. Without my eye's secondary powers, I doubted that I would've been able to stop fidgeting for that long...

Thankfully, the fact that I wasn't using toad oil to feel the natural energy meant that I didn't immediately start drawing on it, because at my chakra level, that would've probably been really bad. Without even opening my eyes, which I wasn't even sure I could do without breaking my tenuous natural energy sensing, I focused on the blue chakra in my hand. My idea was to combine the natural energy outside of my body until I felt I could do proper sage mode so as to circumvent the danger of using sage chakra.

Kurama had laughed that idea off at first when I'd told him, saying that there was no way I'd be able to add the natural energy to already-completed chakra until I'd actually managed to get the feel of sage chakra. I then told him that one of my failed attempts at yin-yang release involved me somehow managing to split my chakra back into its constituent parts and then recombining them outside of my body, which made him shut up. I thought back to when I managed to do it, then tried to recreate the feat. As is my curse, actually trying to do it somehow made it exponentially more difficult, though I just barely managed to puzzle it out. After that, I started working on recombining it, but with some extra natural energy. I almost got it... almost... almost...

"Hey, you!" Aaaand I lost it. I sighed, looked over the two chakra signatures that approached me, one of which had a suspiciously familiar signature to it that I honestly shouldn't have been too shocked about given who was writing the story, and opened my eyes to see a blonde girl about my age in front of me with a shy-looking pink-haired girl behind her.

"I-Ino-chan, you don't have to..." Oh, right. Sakura was really shy when she was a little kid. Seriously, though, how did she go from that to where she was at the start of the anime?

Actually it was probably the dumb fangirl thing. Would have to do something about that...

I licked my lips. "Nah, it's okay. I was almost done anyway... Whaddya want?"

"Why were you talking to that one kid earlier," Ino asked. She was referring to how Naruto was talking to me while I was meditating a bit earlier before going to play ninja with Tenten, Hinata, and Neji. "Our parents keep telling us not to talk to him."

I gave her my "I'm silently judging you" glare and said, "If anyone ever spent so much as two seconds getting to know Naruto they'd know he isn't a demon that has become quite jaded with most of humanity on account of their exploitative ways," eliciting a "What?" from both of them. "If either of your parents have problems not judging an innocent boy for events that happened literally on the day of his birth, then they can take it up with the Hokage." An idea came to me and I smirked. "Naruto's actually really friendly, you might like him. If you two want, I can probably get you in their game." I looked at Sakura and gave her a small, wry smile. "Plus, I think the two of you might be distantly related."

Ino sighed. "Why does everyone think that everyone with blonde hair is a Yamanaka?" she asked. "Not everyone with the same hair color are clan members!"

"I already knew that, Yamanaka Ino, heiress of the Yamanaka clan." I internally laughed at her face. "I think there are some redhead Yamanaka too, so explain that. Plus zero members of the current Uzumaki clan, despite three of them having chakra that suggests they inherited at least part of the bloodline, have the traditional Uzumaki red hair. No, I meant your pink-haired friend, who for some reason has a chakra signature that reminds me of members of the Senju and Uzumaki, plus with something else vaguely bloodliney that I haven't seen before. Probably foreshadowing for something."

Sakura blinked. "I'm part of the Uzumaki and Senju clans?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Could be close, could be distant. Uzumaki's an offshoot of Senju and I've only ever felt three confirmed Uzumaki, plus I've got nothing to compare that third, totally-something-that'll-come-up-later bloodline to, so that could also be something. Heck, it's so much of a jumble I wouldn't be surprised if you're from a third line descended from Otsutsuki Ashura that I somehow don't know about."

"A what?" Sakura asked.

I hummed. "The only thing about that that you really need to worry about is that you more likely than not have a longer lifespan and life energy than your average person. And if you wanna be a ninja, I suggest looking at medical ninjutsu. Tsunade the medical genius got to be so good from a combination of her advantage in yang release granted by having a Senju and an Uzumaki as grandparents and her skill with chakra control." I pointed at Tenten. "That's Tenten. Speak to her if you're curious. She really likes Tsunade."

Sakura blinked. "Thank you."

"It's cool," I said. "I'm gonna play now. You in?"

kukukuku~

"Hey, you!" a voice that I'm pretty sure was Sakura's mom said. I confirmed with a bit of chakra-sensing.

I turned around to see her. "Hello, Haruno-san."

She flinched. "How did you know my name?"

"I may not look it, but I'm skilled with chakra-sensing," I explained. "You share a... peculiarity in your chakra with your daughter." So my theory about that third thing in Sakura's chakra having to do with Ashura was probably shot, considering the fact that her mom had it and not the Uzumaki and Senju stuff.

"Right, well I don't like you telling my daughter to talk to talk to that Naruto boy."

I gave her a faux-confused stare. "What's wrong with him?"

As I expected, she blanched. "Well... he's..."

I decided to push a bit further. "Give me one good reason for all the abuse he's had at the hands of the village. One thing he's done that would change my mind. Burden of proof." After some more of her grasping for a good reason, I continued with a glare. "I know about the Kyuubi, by the way, and that's not a good reason." I made sure nobody was around before elaborating. "He's not the fuzzball, and if it weren't for him neither of us would be alive. Nor would your daughter, your husband, or just about anyone you've ever known and loved. Why then?"

"I... I-"

I snorted. "Save it. You're not gonna rationalize your way out of that moral quandary." I pulled out the used Inner Demon Calming Seal tag, then replaced the used-up sealing formula with a fresh one with my chakra alone. "If it really bothers you that your kid's friends with the jinchuriki, this thing can be used to suppress Fluffy's chakra, at least as long as... it... is still at least partially in Naruto." Calling Kurama it felt dirty. That's probably a good thing. "It's practically the best thing you can have when dealing with an out-of-control jin...chu..." I trailed off as it finally hit me just what I made.

"Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-" I internally screamed.

She blinked. "It's okay. I don't need this. You're right."

"-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-" I put the seal back away and said, "Yeah that's probably for the best... Hang on, I need to make a call real quick." I closed my eyes and reached out with my telepathy to Sarutobi's office.

"I already took care of it," Hiruzen told me immediately upon picking up. He was getting real nonchalant about having someone randomly use telepathy on him...

"-uuuuuuuu... huh?"

"Do you think I didn't realize how Akatsuki could use your seal?" he asked. "Rest assured, I informed the Kazekage of the gravity of it and why he should be careful with who he gives that information to. I also managed to put a genjutsu on it that should hopefully use Sasori's jutsu to induce memory loss. Theoretically, anyway. I'm not the best at genjutsu and I haven't seen Sasori's jutsu."

"Thanks," I mentally sighed. "I really dropped the ball there, huh?"

He mentally chuckled. "To be fair, you are still a child. You might still want to check in on Sasori."

"Will do. Bye." I opened my eyes back up. "Right, where were we?" I asked before realizing she was gone. "Meh, I'm sure everything's fine now."

kukukuku~

I sighed and licked my lips as I looked at the two balls of "sage" chakra in my hands. One was blue and one was red, but I was a little disappointed with the conversion time of both, even after multiple days of practice. Almost five minutes for a small amount of blue chakra and a little over twice that for an equal amount of red. I wasn't going to be able to use that in combat anytime soon...

Though I suppose it was better than my first time of about an hour for blue.

"I guess it still works for what I need it for," I sighed, then shrugged as I considered the blue chakra. With Kurama's and my calculations, it was doubtful that I'd need any more than a small amount of blue sage chakra, so I just traded a bit of chakra between my hands and reabsorbed the mostly blue chakra. It wasn't much of a boost and therefore carried none of the actual risks of sage mode, but I definitely felt a buzz from it that felt pretty nice. After that, I pulled out the little bug cage thing I got for the other component I needed for the jutsu I'd thought of.

That other thing being the bugs that I had. Well, any animal would do, but I wanted to start small and with something that I would hopefully not feel guilt over killing. Of course, that meant that I barely had any material to work with, just a couple of flies that I'd managed to convince Hinata to catch while I was meditating. I looked at them for a few minutes, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Sorry, little guys." I channeled the demonic sage chakra into the bugs, pouring all of the chakra evenly into them. The flies took on a look similar to a stage two chakra cloak but without the tail before beginning to compress and converge on each other.

The idea was to use the mutative properties of natural energy overload to change them into something I could use. Theoretically, I could have used less demon sage chakra than complete saturation, but I decided that with how easy it was to saturate the flies, I would just do that and observe as best I could to see if I could glean the proper form for that and not have to go through trial and error. After about a minute, they had fully compressed and fused together into a small red crystal with a light glow. I sighed when I saw that it was pebble-sized, about a centimeter in diameter. Sure, I wasn't expecting to pull an adequately-sized crystal out of a few flies, but I was hoping for a little more... I ran my fingers through my hair and picked up the pebble. "I guess it's fine for now..." I muttered, then reached down my shirt to stick it on my sternum, hidden away. A seal blossomed on my skin, collecting the very minute amount of demon sage chakra that the stone was generating. Until I had a bigger one, that was the best use for it I could think of.

kukukuku~

Imagine that one French narrator voice from Spongebob saying "One month later."

"So that's probably a good structure for the seal, right?" I asked, swinging my legs in the air. I was honestly surprised that the blood hadn't rushed to my head yet; I was sitting upside-down on the couch. Something something tree-walking, probably.

Ai shrugged. "Probably."

"Yeah, Shukaku's a slippery bastard, but that should about do it," Kurama agreed, curled up on another seat.

"Seal team meeting adjourned?" I asked, then got nods from the both of them. "Adjourned. Now that we're done, I remembered something I wanted to ask you, Ai."

"Shoot, kid."

I smirked and picked up a cookie from the plate on the table (using chakra threads, obviously). I took a bite from it, then after I swallowed said, "Your wife makes amazing cookies."

She blushed lightly. "Okay first, you skipped over the question. Second, she's only my girlfriend. We're not even engaged yet." I gave her a flat look and raised an eyebrow, causing her blush to deepen to the proper Uzumaki shade of red. "I'm still looking for a ring..." she muttered.

I nodded. "Good, you two feel like an old married couple already. Now, what do you know about the Adamantine Sealing Chains?"

Ai sighed deeply. "I still can't figure it out, even after I asked Kushina for advice a few years ago," she grumbled. "I'm still not entirely sure it's a Kekkei Genkai and not a Hijutsu..."

"Technically it's both," Kurama said. "If I recall correctly, it's technically a Hijutsu that uses the special chakra of the Uzumaki. You should be able to figure it out eventually if you know enough of how to use it, though."

Ai frowned. "How did you... Right... Hey, if you know so much about it from Kushina, do you have any tips to using it?"

Kurama shrugged. "I didn't really pay too much attention to it because I couldn't think of any way I could possibly use it to break out of the seal, and that was really all I was thinking of at the time... I know that you should be able to do it more easily if you manage it at least once, but I can't help you with that."

"I have an idea," I offered.

Kurama sighed, got up, and said, "Why do I feel like I'm not going to like this?"

"If it's part Kekkei Genkai, then you might find it easier to do it if you have more power behind you instead of harder."

"The math checks out, but I still don't like where this is going," Kurama complained. The red gem I'd made, now completed, dropped from under my shirt and into my hand. It had that one gem shape, sort of like a kunai but without the handle, though it was about half the scale of a kunai. "FUCK. NO." Kurama looked at me with with what probably should have been abject terror if he had the ability to make expressions. "Kouki, no!"

"Kouki yes," I countered flatly.

"Fuck this," Kurama said, then ran for the opened door. He stopped at the doorway, said "Kurama is out. Peace," and noped off as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"Should I be concerned by Kurama's reaction to that?" Ai asked.

I shrugged. "Unless you have objections to temporarily gaining phenomenal cosmic power, not particularly. I'll use my eyes to make sure I give you about as much as you can take without adverse effects, maybe a bit less. Kurama's just a wuss."

She nodded. "Cool. So what is that?"

"Demon gem." I originally called it a demon sage core, but that's a mouthful so I shortened it to demon gem. "A special stone of my own invention that generates red chakra and fuses it with natural energy on its own."

She gave me a huge grin. "Sounds fun."

I activated my eyes long enough to check how it would go down. Turns out it was a good idea, worked well enough, but unless we had more, then Ai'd really have to try to finesse it to get the chains out, and that's boring. "Unfortunately, though, it's probably gonna take like a month to do that, even with a head start. You've got a lot of chakra capacity."

"Dammit."

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unlockthelore · 5 years ago

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Knee-jerk

Title: Her Name is Love

Chapter 2: Knee-jerk

Relationship: Hiei/Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi

Character(s): Hiei (YuYu Hakusho), Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi

Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Post-Canon, Japanese Mythology & Folklore, POV Alternating, Attempt at Humor, Feelings Realization, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings

Notes: Reposted from AO3.

Summary: Hiei has a talk with Yusuke and it proves to be more fruitful than he expected.

“You did what ?!” Yusuke slammed his fist down on the counter making some of the nearby customers turn to look in their direction to Hiei’s dismay.

Despite his obvious mortification at Yusuke’s lack of ability to stay quiet, the former spirit detective looked seconds away from bursting into laughter. Honestly, Hiei was cursing his former self for not just slitting the detective’s throat when he had the chance. Though if he had then he’d have missed conversations like this.

Although Yusuke was prone to overdramatic displays when he found something funny or was ticked off, he was one of the few people that Hiei felt comfortable talking to. More than once, he jokingly referred to himself as Hiei’s best friend and while the fire demon rebuked that at every turn — just this once , Yusuke may have had a point. But he would never admit it aloud when he had that shit-eating grin on his face.

Emerging from the back room, Keiko brushed aside the short curtain hanging overhead and shot her husband a dirty look. Yusuke paled at the sight of her and inched to the side with a nervous chuckle.

“Hiei, why don’t you help me with something outside?”

With one last grimace, Hiei rolled his eyes and made his way around the counter. Keiko tended to the customers that were gradually losing interest in the pair’s conversation but shot Yusuke a glare as he inched past her, muttering soft apologies and pressing his hands together with a curt bow before disappearing into the back. Hiei nodded to her as he passed by and she gave him a slight wave before turning back to the elderly couple that were insistent on telling her about what she needed for a healthy marriage. The topic in question making Hiei shudder and he shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed Yusuke through the kitchen and out into the alleyway adjacent to their shop.

Crates were piled up along the walls and Yusuke took off a few, setting them on the ground as he started to break them down. Motioning with a tilt of the head for Hiei to take care of some of the other boxes, the fire demon gave him a flat stare in return.

“C’mon, there’s so many of them,” Yusuke complained, throwing up his hands.

Hiei raised an eyebrow and glanced at the piles of crates then the pouting detective. “Then you should recycle properly and punctually .” “Oh, so you know about recycling,” Yusuke said, folding his arms across his chest. “Does Kurama have you helping out with that too?”

Hiei glared at him and grabbed one of the crates, breaking it in half over his knee before tossing the remnants aside. Yusuke whistled and chuckled evilly, grabbing another and smashing it against the wall, dropping the splintered pieces in a pile with the others. Gradually it became a contest of who could break their crates in the most creative of ways with Hiei winning after smoke began rising from the mark on his arm.

Halfway through piling up the rubble, Yusuke sat down on a pile and pulled his knee to his chest as he listened to Hiei’s account of what happened before he showed up to the shop. The former detective’s eyes were comically wide and his mouth hung open, the corners of his lips twitching at different parts of the story and he sputtered, trying hard not to laugh openly in the fire demon’s face. Hiei could feel the heat rising to his face, knew that he was likely tinging pink in the face and ducked his head in his hands. Yusuke’s snickering was slightly muffled by the hand he held over his mouth and Hiei covering his ears in a poor attempt to hide the way they were reddening.

“You proposed to him by leaving the ring in the pocket of the jacket you gave him in a lobby full of people and said…” Yusuke paused for dramatic effect and Hiei glanced up as he wiggled his fingers, swiping his hands through the air. “Nothing?”

“It was an accident,” Hiei grumbled as he ran his fingers through the baby hairs at the back of his neck, “I was wearing the jacket and I ended up—”

“You proposed on accident?!” Yusuke shouted, startling Hiei from his explanation and the fire demon was certain that everyone on the block heard him. “How did you propose on accident ?!”

The last thing Hiei expected was Yusuke pacing back and forth. The amusement in his face had turned to sheer horror and his fingers nestled in his hair, musing up the slicked back hairdo as he tried to wrap his mind around it. Hiei grumbled. Giving him a death tournament, he could get through it like nothing else. A duel to the death with a trained swordsman? Child’s play. Professing his love and asking for forever in a human way to his partner and best friend? Anxious wasn’t even close to describing what he was feeling.

“Yusuke, calm down!” Hiei snapped, standing up to block his path.

“How can I calm down!? You proposed to our friend on accident !”

It sounded even worse when Yusuke put it like that. Proposing in such a way wasn’t his intention. All he wanted to do was make sure that Kurama wasn’t cold on his way home. And he’d been working so much on the ring that he carried it with him no matter where he went.

“Maybe he didn’t find the ring?” Hiei muttered, a weak and likely idiotic point to make but one that gave him a small bubble of hope .

Yusuke leveled him with a flat look then his lips pinched together, eyes wandering and he shrugged. “Okay, that’s true.”

Hiei sighed and leant against the wall as they talked about the ring itself. It was a mindless knee-jerk reaction to take it with him where he went but the thought of giving it to Kurama had crossed his mind once or twice. But before he could actually work up the nerve to do so, his mind would wander. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t worthy of him, there was so much more that he could’ve done for it. Even a yatagarasu wouldn’t have been able to predict that Hiei would be so conflicted with this. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t offered himself to the fox in more ways than one, professed his undying devotion and solidified his place at side.

It was just that expressing it was difficult and he was constantly at war with himself to do something that was worthy of Kurama but also within the realm of his own capabilities. Spirits knew that he would have razed the three ( four? ) realms for him, so why was this so hard?

A gentle chiming noise came from one of the stacks of crates and Yusuke looked over, both of their phones lying side by side, it was Hiei’s that was ringing while the fire demon was sitting with his head in his hands and ignoring the sound.

“Hey, Kurama is calling.”

Hiei tensed up. Looking up at the sky, it was getting darker and some of the street lamps were already starting to turn on. Which meant that the fox would be getting off work sooner than later and his window of opportunity to figure out what to do about the ring was closing. He weighed his options. Rejecting the call would have been bad but answering it might have given him a clue to whether Kurama knew or not. And the fox was the last person that he wanted to run from.

“Answer it,” Hiei sighed, clasping his hands over his ears and rubbing his fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp. Besides his quickening heartbeat, he could hear Yusuke’s muffled words as he talked to Kurama. The conversation short and sweet but once Hiei looked up to confirm what had happened, his breath hitched at the tenseness in the former detective’s back.

“Hiei…”

“What?”

Yusuke turned to look at him as if he was trying to size him up for a coffin or what flowers he’d prefer at his shrine. “He knows,” he said solemnly.

Every thought that Hiei had. Every plan that he made, every avenue that he thought he had was gone in an instant.

“... What .”

“ He knows .”

Hiei pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to stave off this feeling of panic . “Yusuke, you’re not making sense. Knows what ?”

“The ring, stupid !”

They stared at one another for a moment and Hiei sunk back against the wall, the dampness of it welcoming against his heated skin. Though the cold dread that washed over him was enough to chill him to the bone. Yusuke sat down heavily on the crates, the wood creaking beneath his weight and his head resting in his hands. Hiei stared up at the sky and wondered if Koenma was watching them right now and laughing himself into a fit.

Someone had to find this funny because he was not laughing.

The door to the kitchen opened and Keiko stepped out with a slight smile.

“Are you guys feeling any be—” She took one look at them, her gaze flicking from Hiei to Yusuke then back. “--- “What happened?”

“Keiko,” Yusuke said. “Can Hiei stay over?”

Worry creased her brow and she nodded. “Of course, how long does he—”

“The rest of his life,” Yusuke interrupted, nodding seriously.

Hiei stared up at the sky and wondered if this was punishment for everything wrong he’d done in his life. Of course he didn’t regret it but why ?

“What?”

Yusuke sighed and dragged his hand down the side of his face. “He proposed to Kurama.”

“Well, that’s gr—” Keiko began, her bright smile directed at Hiei and the fire demon glanced at her before looking away.

“On accident,” Yusuke interrupted again, his eyes narrowed at Hiei who glared at him in turn.

There was a short pause between the words sinking in the air between the three of them and Keiko speaking. “..What?”

Hiei could feel the weight of her gaze on him and the slight throbbing of a headache coming on. Bending over to rest his arms on his knees, he grumbled as he rubbed his temple. “Yusuke’s stupidity is rubbing off on me.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who left an engagement ring in the pocket of a jacket.”

Hiei snarled, seconds from wrapping his hands around the former detective’s throat. “That’s not the point!”

“Both of you calm down,” Keiko said, putting herself between Hiei and Yusuke, whether to keep them from fighting or protect her husband from being strangled neither of them knew. “Maybe he doesn’t know.”

“Oh he knows,” Yusuke said, leaning back with his arms crossed, head tilting towards the phones lying on one of the crates. “He just called.”

Keiko stared at the phones blankly then without hesitation, she turned towards Hiei and said, “Well, you definitely have to go home now.”

Hiei closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands. How had it come to this? His undoing would be the simple fact that he wanted closeness with his partner and decided to go about it in a way that he thought would make Kurama happy. While he descended into the depths of his mind, a hand set on his shoulder and he glanced up from between his fingers, Keiko looking down at him with a soft smile and understanding in her eyes.

“Hiei, you want to marry Kurama, right?” She asked, crouching down in front of him to be at eye level.

The first thought that crossed Hiei’s mind was to ask her why she was stating the obvious. The second was that his behavior was almost like an indication that he didn’t want to marry Kurama. Why wouldn’t he want to? Kurama was his best friend, his partner, the person who not only saved his life but changed him irrevocably and made him not only want to be better but to live . It went without saying that he loved him but the idea of being rejected by him was unsettling.

The conflict must have shown on his face as Keiko squeezed his shoulder and he looked at her, sighing.

“Of course.”

She smiled, nodding approvingly. “Then this should be a good thing. The worst thing that could happen is—”

Yusuke’s hands rested on her shoulders and guided her back to where her back rested against his knees.

“Keiko, bad pep talk. We don’t mention the worst thing that could happen,” Yusuke whispered.

Her eyes slowly closed and she took a deep breath, her voice eerily calm as she spoke. “Urameshi Yusuke, if you do not remove your hands, you won’t want to come home.”

Immediately, Yusuke’s hands raised. “Yes ma��am.”

Despite his whispering, their conversation was audible and the look of annoyance on her face almost made Hiei laugh. She gave him a soft smile and Yusuke a pointed glare before kissing his temple and heading back inside.

“So, Genkai’s temple is still empty right?”

Hiei sighed, rising to his feet and walking over to grab his phone. “I’m not sleeping in Genkai’s temple.”

“I’m just saying, options. Y’know?”

“The option is that I’m going home.” Hiei pocketed his phone and turned on his heel, heading down the alleyway. “And you can finish this by yourself.”

Yusuke leapt to his feet and called after him. “Hiei, come on! These are a lot of crates, man!”

Hiei smiled to himself. Although Yusuke was offering him an “out” of sorts, he knew that the detective was wanting him to face this as well. Though he was definitely going to take the long way home to sort out his thoughts. Hopefully, he could beat Kurama there.

“I hope Kurama makes you sleep on the couch for accidentally proposing to him!’

Shoulders shaking, Hiei ducked his head as he laughed. Yusuke’s desperation at being left alone with the recycling would keep him warm for the next few hours.

“Okay, Hiei, wait. I didn’t really mean that. Hiei!”

By the time that he made it home, the lights were on and there was a pair of familiar shoes in the entry hall. He toed off his shoes and made his way inside, bypassing a few of the plants that greeted him with their vines waving as he passed by. A sure sign that the worst possible outcome had come to fruition as he turned the corner, seeing the redhead sitting in his armchair with a book on his lap and his chin resting in his hand. When Hiei stepped in, despite the distance between them, he knew that it could easily be crossed on either side with a few quick strides.

Kurama’s gaze drifted languidly from his book to Hiei and once green met crimson, it was as if the world stopped spinning for a moment.

"Welcome home,” Kurama finally said, marking his page and closing the book, setting it aside on the table.

Hiei’s gaze followed it but he noticed something different about Kurama. Namely, the piece of jewelry on his finger that looked very familiar.

“Thanks…” Hiei muttered when he remembered his voice, staring at the ring openly.

“Was there something you wanted to tell me earlier?” Kurama said, and the smile he wore knocked the air from Hiei’s chest and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.

“...Yeah.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he averted his gaze from the fox, looking everywhere else before finally glancing towards him with a slight smile. “Marry me?”

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cinnamon-pineforest · 5 years ago

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Kidnapped.

((Alrighty everyone. This short story is going to start off a big rp arc. Yes, I know Cin is in a weakened state and this is kinda straight to the point. I did that on purpose. I hope everyone likes this.))

As summer drew closer mother nature was already sending out her surprise storms. Cold, heavy rain poured down from the dark cloud filled late afternoon sky. Thunder tumbled loudly and lightning crackled across the land. The trees were swaying heavily against the heavy wind as the storm raged on.

In the forest near Beacon Academy footsteps could be heard. Someone was trying their best to arrive at their destination as quickly as possible. This person was Cinnamon. She was completely soaked and mud caked her sandals and bare feet. The young Faunus ran as fast as she could even though she was completely exhausted and the wind was pushing against her. Even when she slipped and fell face first in the mud she merely picked herself back up and kept going.

When she finally arrived home she took her sandals off first so she wouldn't track mud into the house. Even though both Red and Oobleck were out on a dinner date and would arrive home late, she wasn't in the mood to clean the floors. She entered the house, locked the door, and then leaned against it. She paused for a few brief moments so she could catch her breath. Rain water dripped from her person and onto the floor. Even her hair clung onto her clothes, backpack, and covered her face. He entire form was shivering due to being in the cold wind and rain for so long.

She took a few deep breathes before falling into a coughing fit. Today was a rough day for her to say the least. First she was woken up at the crack of dawn by her cousin Andy. Both him and his brother, Isaac, needed her to model for them. So, she spent the entire early morning modeling. Then it was training with her team until a little after noon. After that was even more training. This time with her Godfather, Ozpin, and he never goes easy on her. After his private training session she practiced her Dust manipulation Semblance on her own.

She had planned to go home after that but was called by her Aunt Sapphire. She desperately needed help at her cafè. Sensing and hearing the distress from her Cin didn't have the heart to say no. She ended up helping her Aunt with serving customers and filling out pastry orders, including a wedding cake. It wasn't until recently her Aunt let her go home and that's because the storm had unexpectedly arrived. While flying would be faster, she was too afraid to get struck by lightning. To make matters worse, her scroll was dead and she couldn't find a taxi. So, the young Faunus ended running the whole way home. While she could've used her Aunts scroll to call her parents, she didn't want to ruin their date. They deserved some alone time together.

After she stopped coughing the young Faunus huffed. Wanting to get out of her wet and muddy clothes, she trotted upstairs to her room. After tossing her backpack to the side and throwing her wet, dirty clothes into her laundry hamper she scurried to the bathroom to clean and dry herself off. She then threw on a white shirt and a pair blue jeans. She plugged her scroll into its charger and waited for it to turn on. When it finally did she sent her parents a quick text message saying she was home.

Seeing her gold-leaf crown and gold locket were wet she placed them on her desk. She'd clean them in a bit. Right now she wanted some tea and headed back downstairs to the kitchen.

As she waited for the water to boil she fell into another coughing fit. Honestly, she couldn't tell if her coughing was due to her busy day or her running nearly an hour in the storm. At the moment, she didn't want to figure it out. All she knew right now was that she was tried, freezing cold, suffering from Aura exhaustion, and felt like a Grimm stepped on her. After she finished her tea she was going to quickly clean her jewelry and then crash onto her bed and go to sleep. Despite not really eating much all day, she wasn't very hungry.

Just as she poured the hot liquid into her mug and dropped the tea bag in it her parents pet foxes came running into the room. Both of them looked upset and started tugging on both of her pants legs. This took the young Faunus completely by surprise. This kind of behavior from Kurama, not far fetched but still out of the ordinary. But Yuko too? Something wasn't right.

When they began to try to drag her out of the kitchen she merely followed them. "What in blue blazes has gotten into you two? What's gotten both of you so upset?"

Just as she was following them to the staircase Cinnamon froze. She had thought she had heard something outside. Cin turned around only to see something that completely shocked her. People fully dressed in pure black military gear burst through the front door and the living room windows. Even their faces were covered by black ski masks. Her eyes widened as she witnessed what was happening. Adrenalin immediately took over her systems and she grabbed the foxes and ran upstairs.

After throwing them into her parents office and slamming the door shut she bolted to her room. If she was going to defend herself then she needed her weapon and Dust.

As she threw open her bedroom door she was greeted to the sight of even more black clad people. They had busted through her window to get into her room. Right away they all tried to grab her. As exhausted the young Faunus was, she fought back. Even with her Aura completely drained, that didn't mean she couldn't take these guys down!

She landed some good hits on some and even kicked a man inbetween the legs. But, this didn't last long. One of them shoved a cloth right into her face. It smelled sweet and she was beginning to pass out. The cloth was covered in chloroform!

When she tried to fight back someone slammed her onto the ground and everyone held her down. The last thing Cin though as she passed out was what was why were they doing this, what they wanted from her, and that her parents were going to be panicked and worried sick about all this.

When Cinnamon was finally out everyone got off of her. One of the black clad people picked her up and threw her over their shoulder. Another pulled down their ski mask enough to whistle loudly. The others downstairs heard this. One in particular perked up. She was the one who burst though the front door and was Cinnamons size and height.

She smirked underneath her mask and took off her black gloves and handed them to the person next to her. "Okay everyone. Time to make a crime scene!"

Someone handed her a thermos and she opened it. She ran inside and when she was almost to the staircase she sprinkled a few drops of the liquid inside the thermos onto the floor. It was blood red and looked exactly like blood droplets when they hit the floor. She stopped at the base of the stairs and then stuck her hand inside it to her her hand all 'bloody'.

She turned to her colleagues. "Flip the couch over and some other stuff. We need to make it look like there was a fight here. Follow me upstairs too. We're going to trash her room."

As her colleagues did as they were told she ran upstairs and ran her hand along the wall, making it look like blood was smeared on it. As she ran into Cinnamons room she could hear her colleges running up the stairs. The ones who were in the bedroom before them had already left with their target.

When they all reached the top of the stairs one of them stopped. He heard high pitched whinning coming from one of the rooms. Curiosity getting the best of him, he followed the sound and took his gloves off. When he opened the door where it was coming from and was immediately attacked by Yuko and Kurama. Both of them sank their teeth into the guys leg. He yelped and tried to get them off of him, dropping his gloves in the process. "Mangy mutts! Get off of me!"

Yuko sank his teeth into his hand and the guy kicked them off of him. Just as the foxes ran after him again he slammed the office door shut. They just scratched at the door and whinned. He kicked the door, leaving a black scuff mark on it. "Shut up!"

He picked up his gloves, shoving them in his pocket, and left to rejoin the others, holding his bleeding hand in annoyance. Unbeknownst to him, a few drops of his blood had dripped onto the floor right when Yuko bit him.

Meanwhile, inside Cins bedroom, the girl and her colleagues trashed her room. She first smeared blood on the outside handle and then inside one as she closed it. One person then kicked the door down. Everyone entered the room and one of them took off his gloves, revealing Faunus claws. He made some claw marks on the floor and walls. He even tore Cins rug and comforter on her bed. Someone also unplugged her scroll and crushed it.

Cins bed was flipped over along with her nightstand. Her dresser and desk even had a little 'blood' on them. The girl poured the scarlet liquid on some more places. Even smeared it over a claw mark on the wall. The room was now trashed and 'blood stained'.

The last thing the girl did was pour some of the liquid onto the floor and then laid in it on her stomach. This would make it look like Cinnamon had laid there in her own blood. Someone even picked her up and then put her down away from the stain. She turned to everyone. "I believe that wraps it up. Let's regroup with the others. We're done here."

She then hopped out of the window and ran into the storm. Everyone else followed, glass from the shattered window crunching beneath their heavy black boots as they jumped out of the room. One person took Cins crown and necklace and tossed them onto the bedroom floor before he jumped outside with the others. The jewelry landed near the big stain on the floor.

As the villains left Yuko and Kurama continued to scratch at the office door and whine loudly. The floors and stairs were covered in mud, rainwater, and realistic blood stains. The couch, chair, and coffee table were flipped over in the living room and glass covered the muddy, wet, floor. Besides the walls in the stairway and floors leading to Cins room, the only room in the house that was trashed was Cinnamons room.

As the storm raged on the footprints of the people who kidnapped Cin were being washed away. The only sign that they were here were the muddy footprints in the house and it's missing resident. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Cins tea mug continued to sit on the counter. The hot liquid inside it slowly cooling down due to the cold wind from the storm blowing into the broken windows and kicked down front door.

#short story #start of an rp arc #rwby #rwby oc #Red Fox #firebluevixen #dr oobleck #doctor bartholomew oobleck #doctoroobleck #doctor oobleck #rwby oobleck #i've waited a little over two years to finally do this arc #I'm so glad I can finally do it

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yyh4ever · 1 year ago

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Yu Yu Hakusho x BABYDOLL

When I thought I had seen all kinds of collaborations, the children's clothing brand "BABYDOLL" comes up with this interesting Yu Yu Hakusho collab!

Scheduled to be released on their official online shop (also available for international shipping) on December 4, 2023, it includes beautiful items such as Koenma's baby romper, warm blankets for adults and embroidered socks.

👶🏻Goods:

Bib Aprons (with Famous Quotes)

Baby bibs with quotes from Yusuke, Youko Kurama, Hiei, Koenma, and Younger Toguro printed on it! The back side has the Yu Yu Hakusho logo design (幽☆遊☆白書).

■ Price: 1,980 yen each

■ Material: 100% cotton

■ Size: 30(H)x21(W)x16(L) cm

■ Quotes:

Yusuke: "Open! (Ante)"

「開（アンテ）！」

*Yusuke used this word to release his spirit cuffs

Youko Kurama: "I never thought the day would come when I would return to this form again...the form of Youko Kurama"

「まさかまたこの姿に戻る日が来るとは……妖狐の姿にな」

Hiei: "It's an afterimage"

「残��だ」

Koenma: "In case of emergency, I'll remove this pacifier"

「万が一の場合このおしゃぶりをとる」

Younger Toguro: "I don't drink alcohol, an orange juice please"

「酒はダメなんでオレンジジュースください」

Koenma Romper

The hood has the "King" (王) emblem and "Jr" embroidery, creating a Koenma hat-style design.

■ Price: ￥6,490

■ Material: 100% cotton

■ Size: 70-90 cm

Embroidered Socks

6 types in total (Yusuke・Koenma・Kuwabara · Hiei・Kurama ・Youko Kurama)

■ Price: ￥1,419 each

■ Material: Cotton, polyester

■ Size: 22-24cm

Socks (with the characters' names)

5 types in total: Yusuke, Koenma, Kuwabara, Hiei, Kurama

■ Price: ¥1,089 each

■ Material: Cotton, polyester

■ Size: 22-24cm

Wearable Blankets

Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei wearable blankets, a fluffy and warm loungewear with an irresistible softness. They also come with pockets for practicality.

Hiei's blanket comes in a three-piece set consisting of the main robe, a snood (neck warmer), and a headband with his evil eye embroidery, each of which can be used individually.

■ Price: ￥6,490 each

■ Material: 100% polyester

■ Free size:

Length: 108cm

Chest circumference: 130cm

Shoulder width: 58cm

Sleeve length: 87cm

#Yu Yu Hakusho x BABYDOLL #yusuke urameshi #hiei #kurama #koenma #kazuma kuwabara #youko kurama #『幽☆遊☆白書』× BABYDOLLコラボ

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fictionalwriter28 · 6 years ago

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Yu Yu hakusho today

It been 2 years since the last demon world tournament. Thought Kurama whom is getting settled into his new life after college and New job working in his fathers pharmacy. Suddenly this morning a sranger appeared with a Spirit of words and stating that it’s from his demon mother Kurumbo. He hadn’t heard that name in over 2000 years. And couldn’t help but feel abandoned by this person. So why! Why contact him now and for what reason? But given the relationship he has with his human mother and he knows that mothers can be flawed. He makes the decision to open the spirit of words anyway.

He received the message early that morning before work but decided to wait till after work. Immediately after work instead of heading home he heads into a nearby forest. This wooded area is one of his favorites the trees are very happy in the wind usually very calm. Kurama made it to A big tree he had plenty A while back. He smiled to see how big and happy the tree looked this year. He take the Spirit of words out of his pocket, and threw it at the base of the tree. It broke open and A figure begin to appear. Kurama Felt a chill of shock run through his spine. He wasn’t quite sure if he was shocked because it’s been so long since he seen his demon mother, because the figure looks so much like his demon form or that it really was his demon mother alive and well after all these years.

The Male in the Spirit of words had long silver hair just like him and was very thin in size. With a smile the man being to speak.

“It been so long since I’ve Set eyes on you, yet I am still not really setting my eyes on you now. I cannot till you what joy I Felt when I saw you fight and this pass demon world tournament. I’ed heard a rumor for 10 years now. That my child was not dead. That he resides in the human world. Has a human mother now. And he even loves her very much. I be lying if I said I was not envious of her. But I also know I have no right to be.” His face becames sad now. “I have no right to be envious of the love I have chosen to give away. But I have a longing still in my heart as I enter into my twilight years. To set my eyes upon you once more, maybe set things right. I understand if you deny this request. Think on it Kurama? I await your answer”

With that The spirit of words disappears and Kurama still staring at the tree. Sighs and looks up into the tree high branches.

“I cannot say I do not wish to set things right with him either”

@yusuke1990 @kuramayokomix @hieitheamigo @KazumaKuwabara

#yu yu hakusho #doujinshi kurahi #kurama #hiei #kurama x hiei #hiei x kurama #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara

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cyb-by-lang · 6 years ago

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Shell Game (6/?)

Kei lays down the law, and the law is promptly picked up again and used as a bludgeon.

In what was clearly becoming a pattern, the third day of term was the worst yet.

It started fine. Everything started fine. Days always looked like they were going to shape up perfectly normal and mean Kei would just have to make it through an endurance test masquerading as a high school education. Sure, Obito was in the building with his security pass practically nailed to his eyepatch, waiting for trouble, but it honestly seemed like the day was going to be normal for like a minute or two.

Kayama-sensei was in the middle of taking homeroom attendance when the note arrived, demanding Kei’s presence.

“Four for four,” commented some kid diagonally to Kei’s left.

“That’s our Gen Studies problem child,” grumbled someone else.

Kei debated flipping them off, but that would be pointless. She left her school bag—but not her cell phone—in the room as she trotted wordlessly out of 1-C. Maybe she should save everyone’s time and just start messing with the school uniform so people would write her off as a delinquent. The longer skirt would be a pain, though…

But when Kei arrived, Obito was alone in the principal’s office in full ANBU uniform, complete with the Crane mask. Without his bright smile, the shadows in the room emphasized his height and the faint red glow of his single Sharingan.

Well, shit.

“That guy triggered the beacon seal.” Obito threw a parcel of clothes, topped with a mask, at Kei. “I let the principal know, but the teachers can’t teleport. Come on.”

Kei took Obito’s right hand and found herself in the thin air of the Kamui pocket dimension, and immediately changed into the ANBU uniform. Her mask, marked up more in line with Isobu’s features, slotted into place last, and she folded up her school uniform to store it out of the way.

“I didn’t go look yet,” Obito said, as he joined her in the land of cubes and pillars. “But uh, if you wanna just V2 and launch that way…”

I vote for that option.

…Y’know, so do I.

With that, Kei reached down into her chakra coils and put a figurative hand against Isobu’s much larger one. Isobu’s face might not have been able to smile, but Kei could feel his power thrumming eagerly at her fingertips. The past few days of petty insults and forced inactivity grated on his nerves, too. Kei didn’t even need to put her request into words before Isobu was raring to go.

Kei vanished under the crimson chakra cloak. Her stance changed entirely, becoming hunched as though the sudden spectral shell across her back was weighing her down. Two blood-red spiked tails trailed from the base, and her head was replaced by a blank-eyed face with a glowing mouth full of conical spike-teeth, half-hidden by blunt horns arranged in a crown. Between the armor plates half-manifested on her arms and the bulk of Isobu’s shell, there was no way she’d be pegged as a disheveled high school student.

Obito raised a hand to his mask, framing the round eyehole he actually used. With his other fist, he gave her a cheery thumbs-up. “Okay. I’ve got a lock, but you’re going through first. Don’t get hurt before I get there!”

Kei, though it was distorted heavily by echoey overlay from Isobu, definitely laughed. The shockwave from the transformation could still be contained by Kamui, at least. Nothing else about her would be.

Obito laughed, too. As a rip in space-time formed in midair, he shouted, “Fire in the hole!”

Kei dove through, and was immediately surrounded by a whole mob of villains.

This is what we call a target-rich environment.

Yep!

This situation was, it had to be said, because Obito only knew where Aizawa-sensei had been when the Bat-Signal went up. He’d told her he didn’t know what the inside of this wannabe Sapporo Dome would be like, and Kei knew introducing a pissed off jinchūriki had a way of making all the nearby problems rethink their priorities.

To emphasize that, the fanged jaw dropped open and let loose a battle cry that sent several of the still-standing villains scurrying.

Chickenface McMuscles snarled back, sounding like someone had stomped on his throat. Pinned and apparently unconscious underneath him was Aizawa-sensei, one arm thoroughly mangled in a hand the size of a human torso. There was blood all over the floor, too, and Kei was willing to bet that most of it was his.

Not good.

Later, Kei would find some humor in the situation once she learned how the villains had made their dastardly entrance. Teleporting seventy-odd villains and a giant chicken-faced monster into a building filled with civilian children (no matter their Quirks) to bait out and kill the Symbol of Peace was quite an evil plan. Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen wouldn’t have been enough to hold the line alone, because if nothing else Chickenface McMuscles was a heavy hitter.

And all of that was being countered by teleporting another inhuman monster into the building.

Kei lowered her head like a bull, keeping both the big monster and his beanpole accomplice in line of sight. In the moment, she had her priorities. Civilians, allies, and neutral parties needed to be saved. And the fastest way to do that was to take the rest of Brainiac’s head off his bulging shoulders.

“Go, Nōmu,” said the guy in the back field, and the creature attacked as dutifully as a Pokémon.

Kei dropped onto all fours just in time to take Nōmu’s offhand punch square on her chakra shell. The concrete beneath her hands and feet buckled, whether she transferred the impact fully or not, but then Kei’s two available tails looped around Nōmu’s wrists before traveling up his arms. Ten-centimeter spikes dug into the jet-black skin, seeking muscle and bone.

Kei punched it in the face with Isobu’s chakra behind the blow. And a second, and a third, being sure to aim at eyes, jaw, and exposed brain.

Nōmu snarled back as though she hadn’t just unloaded strikes strong enough to toss a pickup truck like a tin can, broken teeth bared.

Rasengan?

On it.

Two glowing blue spheres bloomed in and outside of Nōmu’s arms, and they both exploded. Bone crumbled. Blood flew. With a pair of wet thuds, chunks of Nōmu slammed into the concrete and Kei tossed the remnants contemptuously aside.

The creature staggered backward, unbalanced even before Kei formed a third Rasengan on the tip of one of the tails and slammed it into the beak like a bastardized uppercut. Blood spurted from each shattered upper arm, but erratically. It probably had some kind of physical enhancement beyond the norm to survive those, but Kei was already springing forward to cut the big guy off from Aizawa-sensei—

Nōmu promptly sprouted two new lower arms from the stumps. Flesh and bone creaked as the creature snapped back to normal as though they’d been shoved through a Play-Doh mold. The enthusiastic spaghetti kind.

What the fuck, Kei thought, even as she roared a new challenge at the now-recovered enemy.

That does not seem like it follows conservation of mass.

Not the time, Isobu!

Nōmu charged, and Kei slammed her twinned tails into the ground as an anchor so she could meet it.

“Don’t you know using cheats is against the rules?” hissed the beanpole behind the bulky black mountain. He was scratching frantically at his throat, visible red eye wild behind his…mask. “Especially against bosses!”

Kei snapped her fingers inside her head. While Isobu amused himself by making their fake jaws drool spontaneously-created water, Kei said, It’s Creeper! Only, damn, maybe I should’ve named him Facepalm.

It is as deliberate as ours. Isobu sent the manifested tails curling over Kei’s back, like a scorpion’s. You drive.

A punch glanced off her shell, only to be met by a neat judo flip to smash his exposed brainpan into concrete. Out of reach of Aizawa or anyone else, because Kei did have some situational awareness.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get his other arm removed by Facepalm-kun before Obito came back.

“Nōmu, kill it!”

Nōmu was fast, Kei would give it that. But Gekkō Keisuke, jinchūriki to Isobu the Three-Tailed Beast, had been trained for combat by the fucking Yellow Flash. She sparred with Maito Gai as a hobby. She got schooled by Uzumaki Kushina and Kurama once a week, had been raised alongside the strongest Uchiha of the current generation, fought with the scion of the Hatake clan, and was nobody’s mere stepping stone.

If Facepalm-kun and Nōmu thought they were going to kill anyone here, they were about to learn the most painful lesson Kei could dole out: total defeat.

Kei and Nōmu didn’t trade punches. Kei had already seen how that worked out, and whatever bullshit he could do with kinetic energy wasn’t her problem when she had so many other options. So while Nōmu bounced blow after blow off the Isobu-derived shell, sending shockwaves rippling through the air after each hit, Kei dug in with every scrap of control she possessed.

A water bubble gathered on the tip of the left tail of the chakra cloak, slamming forward into Nōmu’s face. Instead of exploding or grinding his skull into meat paste, the water engulfed Nōmu’s beaked head whole. The tail-tip had to stay embedded, even in such a small water prison, but Kei slammed her hand up and into the globe to get to work.

Even if chakra scalpels weren’t Kei’s forte, V2 meant she could choke Nōmu into submission by jamming coral down his throat.

“So annoying,” muttered Facepalm-kun, finally audible without Nōmu’s croaking cries polluting the air.

Three o’clock.

I see him. Kei grinned under the V2 cloak.

But just as Isobu redirected the other tail to pulverizing Facepalm-kun’s ribs like she’d promised, the villain snapped a hand out like a snake and wrapped his fingers around it before it could strike him.

This was—out of all available tactical decisions—probably not the worst idea in context. It just wasn’t good.

Facepalm-kun hissing in pain and backed off almost as soon as five fingers settled onto the whirling energy waveform. Sure, he’d disintegrated the outermost coating of the V2 cloak fairly well, which accomplished jack and shit. As Isobu laughed in Kei’s head, she saw the chakra flake away only to a) reveal absolutely nothing underneath it and b) instantly reform, because the V2 cloak was only a shape. There was no candy in the middle of this piñata.

The V2 cloak had as nasty of a tendency of dissolving human flesh as Facepalm-kun’s hands did. And it seemed like Facepalm had just withered all the skin off his hand. So much for fingerprinting.

Whoops for him.

And then Isobu whipped out the third tail and punched Facepalm-kun in the ribs with a manifested fist. He fell back with a shocked wheeze, doubling over before Isobu could bat his head off his shoulders.

Nōmu punched Kei in the head at this point, which at least kept her from dying of laughter in the meantime. Black knuckles split on one of Kei’s energy horns, but the blow was weaker than before. Apparently, breathing through calcified sea life wasn’t a Quirk here.

A quiet ping on her chakra sense meant Obito was back, though it seemed to have taken him a while. He was way up on the entrance platform, though.

Then a guy made of black mist was hurled like a sack of potatoes into the central area, because that was just what Kei needed today. More villains.

And at that point, Facepalm-kun lurched back upright. Despite his busted ribs and the fact that his pet science experiment was clearly being suffocated, Kei heard him say, “Dammit. No All Might, Nōmu’s losing to some cheating freak, and no dead kids…yet.” He eyed the Darkest Fog Cloud. “Kurogiri… What happened?”

“I…one of them got away.”

“If you weren’t so important, I’d kill you.”

No honor among child-killers, apparently.

Did you notice?

Did I notice what? Kei grumped, as Nōmu’s struggling started to slow.

Isobu sent her a snapshot of the nearby pool and the craters around it, including three fifteen-year-olds trying to sneak Aizawa-sensei away from the fight Kei had well in hand. One frog girl, one purple kid about half anybody’s height, and…dammit, that was Midoriya. Well, this would make any conversation tomorrow awkward, at least on Kei’s part.

Oh wait shit—

Several things happened at once:

Facepalm-kun lunged for the frog girl, at a speed she clearly hadn’t been trained to react to. Even if she had, she was carrying Aizawa-sensei.

Isobu sent the spare tail spiraling after Facepalm-kun’s leg with full intent of ripping it off at the knee—

Midoriya crackled with red lines of energy, backed by green, and threw a punch directly for Facepalm-kun in sheer terror—

Nōmu’s eyes bulged comically and he ripped himself out of Kei’s grip, leaving most of his throat and half of his upper chest behind—

Isobu roared through Kei’s mouth, briefly thwarted—

Aizawa-sensei snapped awake with his eyes glowing red and hair flying around his head, the exact second Facepalm-kun’s hand touched the frog girl’s face—

Nōmu practically teleported into place directly between Facepalm-kun and the punch that might’ve decapitated a person and grabbed Midoriya’s arm—

—And in the half-a-heartbeat of heartstopping terror, Facepalm-kun had just enough time to chuckle ruefully, saying, “You’re pretty cool, Eraserhe—”

And then a lot of other things happened at once:

Obito warped in and jammed a kunai into the hand acting as Facepalm-kun’s mask, fourteen meters of wood springing out of his arm entirely on reflex and forcing the villain away from the kids before he got horribly impaled even more—

Kei whipped all three tails around and shaved huge chunks out of the backs of Nōmu’s legs and spine before digging into his exposed brain with her projected form’s teeth—

Midoriya yanked Aizawa-sensei and frog girl and short kid away, still sparking wildly until he collapsed on broken legs almost twenty meters off—

—And, finally, the doors to the building flew off their hinges in a single mighty blow and landed in the open area where all this brawling had been going on.

“HAVE NO FEAR, STUDENTS.”

Uh-oh.

“FOR I AM HERE!”

Obito’s head jerked up, Sharingan aglow, and he made a very clear hand signal for Retreat amid all the branches he’d just made. And if nothing else, Kamui would keep him in the clear to explain shit to the teachers where Kei’s chakra-cloaked mouth would have some trouble.

“Finally…” hissed Facepalm-kun. “All Might—”

Kei would have probably been happy to follow Obito’s lead, even if Nōmu was annoying. Things were going fine. It was probably time to fall back.

She didn’t really get a choice, because two hundred kilos of bunny-haired superhero proceeded to punch her through the roof. Had Kei been hit on Isobu’s projected shell, like Nōmu had been doing with all the persistence of someone who didn’t know any better, she could have nullified the hit.

Not so much when she was nearly uppercutted.

“WHAT THE FUCK, ALL MIGHT?!” Obito’s voice screeched, just to add a cherry on top of this gigantic screwup.

Somehow, Kei thought while careening through the air, I don’t think the principal filled in all the faculty about us. Or even me.

What was your first hint?

The brand new cracked ribs, now that she thought about it. Kei set her head back in the dirt as the V2 cloak faded a bit. All in a day’s work.

#shell game #Keisuke Gekko #Obito Uchiha #All Might #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku #Isobu #shigaraki tomura #noumu

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ohnominamino · 7 years ago

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Bath Bomb

Fulfilling a prompt from the @yyhfanfiction Tumblr account:

"Kurama learning how to make bath bombs from a bunch of diy videos on youtube so he can give a batch to his mom. Bonus: Kuwabara helps him and everything goes to shit."

Or,

Good friends with good intentions try to make good things for people they love. Read below or on AO3.

Kurama thought he knew the perfect gift for Mother’s Day. They’d just gotten the master bathroom in the house redone and Shiori was excited to have a tub big enough to stretch her legs out in; although, she had seemed almost guilty replacing their previous cube of a bath with the new one. “I used to wash you in there when you were a baby,” she’d said, “You were so cute. You loved bath time, you and your little rubber duckies.”

Of course, he had to pass himself off as a normal human child. That required playing with bath toys. While annoying at the time, he also remembered it somewhat fondly, but not enough to mourn the loss of the old tub.

New tub, new bath salts. Perfect plan.

Until his mother saw something on the internet (he and his brother would forever regret gifting her an iPad to get lost online with) and decided most of the major bath soap companies were producing poisonous products she didn’t want to soak in.

While he knew she wasn’t at risk of her cancer relapsing, he couldn’t exactly tell her about the dark magic mirror that had cured her indefinitely. He could only nod his head sympathetically at her worries and go back to the drawing board for a gift.

Using the aforementioned iPad, he stumbled upon a few bath bomb DIYs on his mother’s Pinterest account. All-natural, homemade, and safe. He looked at the ingredients and directions. Doable for sure. Shiori would be out watching a movie with Kazuya that evening, so he headed out to the store to get what he needed before then.

Three shops later, he was still having trouble collecting a couple of items. Mulling over them a bit, he thought which of his friends he might borrow them from, Yukina popping into his mind. She seemed the type who would have those kinds of things. He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it to call Kuwabara-- Yukina was not interested in having a phone of her own.

Kuwabara picked up on the second ring, “Kurama! Whats up?”

“Hello Kuwabara,” he greeted back, “Would you mind putting Yukina on the phone?”

“Sure, one sec.”

He could hear Kuwabara loudly thumping down the stairs of his house even through the receiver, but soon Yukina’s sweet voice was on the other end, “Kurama?”

“Hello Yukina, I’m sorry to bother you, but I wondered if you had any essential oils I could borrow?”

“Oh, yes, I have many!” She responded, “What do you need them for?”

“I’m going to make my mother a bath bomb.”

“A bath bomb?” She sounded alarmed, “Has some demon possessed her?”

“No, no,” he quickly explained, “Not a real bomb. They just call it a bomb because when you put it in water, it fizzes a bit, but nothing actually explodes. There’s only bubbles and flower petals.”

“Oh,” she sighed in relief, “That sounds nice.”

“I hope it will be. I’ve never tried making one before.” He checked his watch, noticing it wouldn’t be long until his mother left the house. “Can I swing by now and pick a couple up?”

“Of course. We’ll see you soon.”

“Thank you!” He disconnected the call, barely having time to think which bus to take across town before his phone rang. He looked down at the screen, surprised to see Kuwabara’s name. He picked up, “Kuwabara?”

“Hey, I’ll bring the oils to you!”

“Oh, you don’t have to--”

“I want to make a bomb too!”

“Bath bomb.”

“Yeah, that. Yukina said it sounded nice and that she wants to try one, so I thought if you’re making them anyway, maybe I could help and bring one home for her.”

There was no reason to say no, plus the essential oils were Yukina’s. “All right. Can you come over in 30 minutes or so? I didn’t think to ask her, but if Yukina has any silicone baking trays you can bring those too.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but ok. See you in 30!”

“See you.”

~ 45 minutes later ~

Pinterest had been too vague with directions, leading Kurama and Kuwabara into what seemed an endless loop of YouTube videos featuring ingredient combinations far more complicated than the fox had anticipated.

“We should add glitter.” Kuwabara said, watching one bath bomb explode into a sparkling pink pool. “I think Yukina would like glitter.”

“We’re not adding glitter. It’s not good for your body or the environment.” Ok, maybe he’d also spent a little too much time reading things on the internet.

“Party pooper.”

“We’re using dried flower petals.”

“I guess Yukina will like those too…”

Kurama began mixing the dried ingredients in a bowl, Kuwabara in charge of playing the video once he was ready for the next step. Just as Kurama was about to tell him to continue, he heard meowing from the tablet. He looked over, finding Kuwabara had clicked onto a video of kittens in a bathtub.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Watching these sweet little angels take their first bath.” Kuwabara cooed.

“Go back to the bath bomb video.”

“Gimme two more minutes.”

“Kuwabara, we have a limited time frame to finish these.”

“One minute.”

Kurama washed his hands and dried them quickly, taking the ipad out of Kuwabara’s hands, “Go get the essential oils from your bag.”

Kuwabara sighed heavily as his friend clicked out of the cat video, but went to do as he was told. A moment later he dumped out several little colorful bottles onto the counter.

“Does Yukina have a favorite one?” Kurama asked, thinking it would be good to include that one in her bath bomb.

“Uhhh,” Kuwabara squinted down at the bottles, picking them up and reading the labels, “Maybe lavender?”

It did seem the lavender was well used. Kurama looked over the labels himself, opening a few to test their smell. He decided the rose-geranium essential oil would go nicely with the lavender and placed them beside the bowl.

“Now I’m in charge of the video. You make the bath bomb.” Kurama hit play.

Kuwabara, to his credit, did try to follow directions. It wasn’t his fault the cap on the rose-geranium oil was loose. It was 100% an accident that almost the entirety of the bottle’s contents ended up in the mixing bowl.

So much for a light fragrance.

Kurama gave Kuwabara back the ipad to watch cats as he started on a second batch.

Take two went better than take one. Getting the mixture the right consistency was a challenge though. It was a fine line between too dry and too wet. Luckily Kuwabara was a “master at sand castle building” and figured out the right balance.

“Did you have any silicone molds, by the way?” Kurama asked once they were ready to shape the mixture.

“Oh yeah, we did.” Kuwabara fished into his backpack again, pulling out a pink silicone muffin tray. It wasn’t what Kurama had imagined, but with a shrug he assumed it would do. They did their best layering the flower petals and the mixture, patting everything down nicely before flipping the tray and checking how they came out.

They weren’t bad.

They certainly weren’t as lovely as the ones on the internet.

But they weren’t bad.

Little flat muffin shaped bath bombs, powdery white with dried rose petals poking out their sides.

The YouTube video continued on the counter, “Depending on size, bath bombs can take anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours to dry.”

Both young men looked at the DIY lady, eyes wide. “How many hours?” Kuwabara asked.

Kurama started looking for a cookie tray to move the bath bombs. He didn’t want to leave them in the kitchen and ruin the surprise. “When they dry, I’ll drop half of them off at your house.”

“I wanted to bring one home today.” Kuwabara whined.

“You can try, but it probably won’t go well. I’m sure it says that amount of time for a reason.”

Kuwabara stared at the bath bombs as Kurama delicately moved them from the counter to the cookie tray he’d found, clearly debating with himself what to do. Thankfully, YouTube autoplay started back on the kitten video and distracted him from making hasty decisions.

Kurama brought the bath bombs up to his room, hid them behind a couple of stacked books, and returned to the kitchen. Kuwabara was happily humming along to the music overlaid in the next cat video.

The fox cleaned up their mess, leaving no sign of their experiment, and packed Yukina’s essential oils (caps on tight) with the silicone tray back into his friend’s bag. He was glad they’d managed to finish their project before his mother returned home, but they’d worked straight through dinner time.

“Want to go get food?” He asked, thinking they could swing by Yusuke’s ramen stand.

Kuwabara didn’t take his eyes away from the screen. “Gimme two more minutes.”

#yyh #yu yu hakusho #kazuma kuwabara #kurama #shuuichi minamino #friendship #kuwabara/yukina #oneshot #prompt fill #my fics

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sweetsushiminnow · 7 years ago

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Treat Headcanons

This is for if someone they are quite comfortable with, are baking in the kitchen. (and totally not inspired by me making peppermint bark.) They are all SFW but because this is a long one, I’m putting this one under read more.

Yusuke: Watch it for this boy, he’ll joke his way into stealing more than a taste of your treats. Don’t get too distracted by him otherwise your plate of brownies will be missing 3-4 squares.

Licking the beater is “too childish,” yet he’ll bitch if you put the covered beaters in the sink. Also he doesn’t help you at all, maybe if you need him to get you more butter.

Kuwabara: He’d be the one who’ll accept the beater full of batter. Sometimes he’ll use his tongue to get through the bars, otherwise times he’d use his own fingers. He’d be helpful in the kitchen, or tries to be at least. Unlike a certain former spirit detective, he knows that when he gets the finish product, it’s earned. Sure baking into manly, but what else isn’t manly, not helping and supporting your partner.

Kurama: If you’re a new baker, he’ll try to help, it’s not his forte, he prefers cooking than baking. If you’re comfortable in the kitchen, he’ll sit and read a book/ mind his own business. Really he’s there in case you have to get more ingredients and you either want him to go grab them or him for you. In case of injury, he’s there with a first aid kit.

Hiei: Depending on what you make, this might be the only time you see this boy near your vicinity. Like Kurama, he’s more of a passenger to these things. He’d much rather use his skills from doing various crimes to steal a piece of cake if you don’t offer it to him first. Like Yusuke, you’ll see more than 1 cookie missing from the batch. This is only if he likes what you make. If you hurt yourself, he’ll call you a fool as he tosses you a band-aid. Try to hide some of his absolute favorites treats, cus they make great bribing chips.

Koemna: He makes a better taste tester than anything. The only other use this guy has for you is preheating the oven to the desired temperature. Sometimes he can be sassy and get a taste of the batter before it’s poured into a proper container, other times he’s a complete gentleman and waits to be asked to taste test the finished item. It all depends on his mode and yours.

Keiko: Total helper, sometimes can be a bit overbearing. “No, it said 3/4 cups of milk, not 2/3rds. DON’T PUT 3 CUPS OF OIL IN THE BROWNIE BATTER DO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO HAVE THE SCREAMING SHITS!” She’s only that excitable if you’re that dumb or that much of a troll. You two could end up burning your product if you don’t keep a watch on it during the down time. Keiko’s pretty good at making sure her they are done just right. Prefers making things from scratch.

Shirzuru: Good baking skills for homemade goods, somehow fucks up on the box stuff. Some can be minor details, others can be “accidentally” putting 3 cups of oil in her brownies for Yusuke. She’s a much better cook than baker, which well, isn’t saying much. As Kazuma got older, she did get more adventurous with recipes. Don’t make with Shizuru, because she either will make you do the whole thing, or she takes over, it’s one or the other.

Yukina: She LOVES baking and cooking, but enjoys baking more because she can eat her treats. The more she does it, the more of a natural she is. She also loves wearing the cute aprons that you can put your utensils in the pockets. One day this girl will be on cupcake wars or something. She loves to use her own creativity and trying something more original with the recipes she gets. Yukina ends up giving you small tastes, which get smaller and smaller as more confident she gets in the kitchen. One day you’ll be her Kurama lol.

Botan: Doesn’t bake at all. Is like Yukina where she can see the fun in it, but this clumsy girls ends up burning her finger in the oven, dropping her pans, and gets way to distracted that her stuff burns. She’d rather eat your treats than help you make them. Although she’s always up for whisking, she can whisk some real good eggs,

Genkai: Fuck all that shit. She’ll get you the shit you need, let you use her kitchen, and leaves. Just don’t burn her hose down. She used to make stuff in her youth, but that was a long time ago.

Chu: “Can you make beer dip? Beer Bread? Thanks, you’re a real ripper.” He’s not one for the sweet bakes, sure a sugar cookie here and there is fine, but he prefers salty and savory types of dishes. He’s not gonna be much help either other than taste tester.

Rinku: This lil shit right here is worse than Yusuke and Hiei combined. The only thing he’s helpful for is licking your beaters and bowl clean. Otherwise he’s bothering you with conversation when you need to concentrate and then leaves you be when you do have the down time. Of course he comes back in time to see the finish product. Unlike Hiei, he does wait for it to cool down and keep its shape before literally stealing all of it for himself. Sometimes he doesn’t care if you’re there, if you’re a defenseless human, he’ll just take it. Be sure to have someone around you.

Jin: Between Yusuke and Koemna. He’s more or less talking faster than the oven can bake your goods. He doesn’t have the patience to wait for them to cool, so he makes a light breeze to speed up the process. This boy is a sucker for anything chocolate, and have not one, but two sweet fangs. He loves licking the batter off the beaters and will double dip his finger into it too. So watch it for this guy. Still, he’s too cute to not have around. If you make his absolute favorite, his ears wiggle like no tomorrow.

Touya: Would stick his nose up to the idea of helping you out, but when he does, he actually enjoys baking. Not traditional, and really, he prefers decorating your treats than making them. The detailing can be super intricate, but he has the skills and patience to accomplish some beautiful artwork on what any size canvas you give him. Of course if this boy is being playful, he will dip his finger in the batter lol.

Suzuka: You’d think he’d enjoy at least watching you bake. This boy has no interest in the process, and sometimes not even interested in the results. Really the only time he shows any interests is 1. You made something he’d enjoy, or 2. Touya is decorating. To him, there are better things to do than stand near a hot oven waiting for yeast to rise. Same with cooking, he’s just not a kitchen sort of person.

Shishiwakamaru: Similar boat as Suzuka and kurama, the kitchen is not his thing, but he will at least sit with you in it and keep you company. If you happen to make his favorite treat, he’s gonna make sure you see his finger dip in the batter and sink through his shit eating grin. He’ll take a light smack from you or you trying to shove him out of the vicinity, just because it’s funny seeing a human get wiled up. He’ll behave afterwards, don’t worry. Unlike the others, he’ll actually ask to have a finish product. He won’t just up and steal it, because he wouldn’t be in the same room as you willingly if he didn’t like you in the first place.

Bonus

Elder Toguro: Would be the most helpful S.O.B in the damn kitchen if he wasn’t such a creepy asshole. He’d make lewd remarks just to get under your skin and you’ll be missing half your ingredients in the process. Don’t ever bake with this man, he’ll constantly request red velvet and make disgusting comments about the batter and compare it to you, his previous victims, and make other unsightly remarks. Please for the love of all things good, don’t be near this man.

#headcanons #sfw #yu yu hakusho #yyh

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intobarbarians · 4 years ago

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part six to this

***

The Masked Fighter is obviously Genkai.

Yusuke shrugs when Hiei interrogates him on the matter. “We’ve got our fifth fighter,” he says. “Who cares who’s under the mask?”

She hasn’t even bothered to change the clothes she wore when she held her own tournament. Why hide her face?

“Maybe it’s not for us,” Kuwabara speculates. He unwraps a piece of bubblegum and pops it into his mouth. “Maybe the mask is for her.”

Hiei watches him blow a bubble three times the size of his head. “What is that supposed to mean?” He holds up a finger in blatant threat when Kuwabara focuses more on his bubble than Hiei’s question. Kuwabara narrows his eyes and defensively tilts his head back. Stupid. As tall as Kuwabara is, Hiei is excellent at jumping and that fucking bubble is not out of his range.

Kurama, working out the most likely scenario that will happen in the near future without his intervention, tries to opt for peace. “There’s a tactical advantage in hiding her identity.”

Hiei glares at him. He turns his finger from Kuwabara’s bubble and points it at Kurama. “Obviously. My issue is that she’s not even doing it particularly well.”

A loud pop cuts off Kurama’s response. Kuwabara whines like a wounded animal.

Hiei looks at Yusuke. The rock came from his direction but he’s fast asleep.

Kuwabara woefully picks the gum off his face. “This is an omen,” he mutters grimly. “The next four days are absolutely going to suck.”

If they live that long.

The ship’s captain cackles on the intercoms. “Alright, maggots,” he sneers. “Only one team on this boat will be competing in the Dark Tournament--consider this the preliminaries. Send your best fighter to the ring: the winner’s team secures a spot in the tournament. The rest of you can step into the drink for all I care.”

Genkai beelines for the ring.

Kuwabara flicks off the last piece of gum from his cheek. “Aren’t we going to talk about this?”

Hiei’s seen a little of what Genkai can do. If Rando hadn’t been such a sniveling coward who relied on tricks instead of skill, he would have been her student instead of Yusuke. “She’s going to annihilate all of the fools who step into that ring.” Hiei smirks at Kuwabara. “And if she doesn’t, we’ll just kill every last person on this boat. Then no one can argue when we say we won.”

He can’t be sure which emotion flashes briefly in Kuwabara’s eyes at his blunt statement, but it shames him, nonetheless. Kuwabara says, “You didn’t have many friends growing up, did you.”

Hiei looks away. No, he didn’t.

But he never wanted them, either.

Genkai wins the match as easily as Hiei predicted she would. The progenitor of Yusuke’s shotgun subdues the other combatants in no time.

No one seems particularly upset. They all turn on Team Urameshi with hungry eyes and blood thirsty grins. Hiei’s idea is pretty popular with this crowd.

They end up killing everyone, even though they won.

Kuwabara’s right--it’s certainly an omen of something.

***

The hotel is the most luxury Hiei has ever experienced in his life. He sees other humans besides himself, Yusuke, and Genkai for the first time since reaching the island. Women wear jewels and gowns that are worth more money than a hundred years’ worth of his rent. If he could pocket a single earring, he could probably pay for Yukina’s college--no matter where she goes.

He wants to set the whole thing on fire.

As if sensing his intent, Kuwabara keeps a hand on his shoulder and doesn’t let go until they reach their room. “Let’s win this thing, and then we’ll consider committing arson, alright?”

“Promise?” Everything is gilded in gold and marble. Hiei wonders if it can even burn. But Kuwabara is a fire demon--he could set anything alight.

Kuwabara looks like he’s about to make another joke, but Hiei is dead serious. After a moment’s consideration, he says, “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

He’ll probably only do it if the place is empty and no one can get hurt.

It’s the kind of promise that could make a man fall in love.

Hiei will hold him to his word.

***

Rinku is an annoying toddler.

He sticks out his tongue at Hiei. “I’m older than you are!”

Hiei slices through the strings of all of these fucking stupid yo-yos. His spirit sword is a violet light, a fire that burns at his command. “At least you know better than to argue that you’re annoying.”

He punches Rinku in the chest and sends him crashing down into the arena. He uses the sound of the impact as cover to ask, “Do you know where I can find a demon surgeon named Shigure?” He sneaks a glance at Kurama, but it doesn’t seem like he heard Hiei’s question.

Rinku thrashes until a foot connects with Hiei’s hip. Ow. “Fuck off.” So that’s a no.

He jumps back and seriously considers killing this kid. It’s stupid that he’s even hesitating. This isn’t the place to be soft.

The memory of the disappointment in Kuwabara’s eyes when he mentioned killing everyone on the ship here replays itself in his head. Rinku takes advantage of his distraction: yo-yo strings emerge from his sleeves and wind their way around Hiei’s body until he’s cocooned in them. Rinku tosses him out of the arena as Koto begins the ten count.

Hiei struggles to break the strings, but they wrap tighter the more he tries to get loose.

Fuck, if he had Yusuke’s spirit gun, this wouldn’t be a problem.

Rinku laughs. “Not so tough now, are you?”

Hiei snarls. The spirit sword has limited mobility with his hand bound to his waist, but it doesn’t have to stay a sword, does it? He could still kill Rinku and be back on his feet before Koto can call the match.

He looks at Kuwabara, visibly holding himself from rushing to Hiei’s aid. Kuwabara wouldn’t like it if he killed Rinku--even if he only looks like a kid.

“Ten!”

The strings ease their grip. Rinku grins over the edge of the ring. “Don’t feel too sorry for yourself,” he says. “That wasn’t bad for a human.”

Hiei stands. His body tingles where the blood flow returns to all of the places it was cut off. He nods toward Kuwabara. “You should thank him for your life.”

Rinku blinks in confusion. Hiei holds his hand at his side like it’s still trapped by the strings, and summons his spirit sword: it grows and grows, a thin, deadly line until it hits just below Rinku’s feet.

Rinku stumbles back in alarm. “You--but why--?”

Kuwabara pats Hiei down looking for injuries. “Hey, are you okay?”

Hiei waves off his fussing. “I’m fine.” He doesn’t break eye contact with Rinku until the toddler gets it.

The undercurrent is not lost on Kuwabara. “Uh, what’s going on?”

Hiei drags him back to the rest of Team Urameshi. At least Yusuke’s still asleep and didn’t see him lose the first fucking match. “Nothing.”

He’s just letting everyone know that the tiny human everyone underestimates is more of a monster than an actual demon.

#yyh #hiei x kuwabara #my fic #hxk role reversal au

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