Yo! It's been a while. I kinda forgot I had this fic. Thanks, Yayo, for
reveiwing and reminding me. And I think that you'll find this chapter
entertaining.
Hiei: Right, entertaining.
Nagem: Hiei, what are you thinking?
Hiei: Nothing, Nagem, nothing. Baka.
Disclaimer: Me? Own Yu Yu Hakusho?
Youko: That's a laugh.
Nagem: *whacks Youko on the head* Shut up!
Youko: *growls* Yeah, she doesn't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Nagem: *sweet and innocent* Thank you Youko.
"Kurama? Kurama? Can you get down here and help me please?" Kurama heard Shiori's voice from the kitchen as he explored the bedroom Shiori had set up for him during his stay. He preffered his den in the Makai, but this was better than nothing.
"Coming," he called down the stairs. For some reason, he went into Shiori's room before he went downstairs. He found something pink on the floor. "What is this?" He picked it up. It wasn't anything he'd ever seen before. (I think it's an ear-coverer. But why would Shiori have one of those?) (A/N: I know I haven't really described the item in question, but can you guess what it is?) Kurama walked over to Shiori's mirror and put the two cups on the thing over his fox-ears, then fastened the odd straps under his chin. "That certianly looks awkward, but I think Shiori'll understand." And so he made his way to the kitchen.
Shiori had her back turned when Kurama entered. She stirred something on the thing she had called a "stove" and didn't seem to notice the youko's new accessory.
"I wondered what took you so long," she said.
"I found something interesting," Kurama replied.
"What is it?" Shiori asked. "Let me see." She turned around. Kurama didn't know what her reaction was going to be, but he got one he was not expecting. She slapped him. "You pervert!!"
"What???" Kurama asked. Shiori was blushing furiously. "It's only an ear-coverer."
"That, Youko Kurama, is NOT and ear-coverer."
"Then what is it?"
"It's called a bra," Shiori said, and went even redder. "Give it to me!"
"What's a bra?"
"Something that human girls wear and that you should keep your hands off of!" With one swipe of the hand, Shiori unhooked the clasps and took it off of Kurama's ears. She then marched upstairs with it and came down without it. Kurama backed away from her. She looked quite pissed. Kurama swallowed hard.
"Was there something that you needed help with?" he asked. Shiori took something out of one of the cabnets. "What's that?"
"It's called a blender," she said, still slightly red. "You mix things up in it."
"Like a high-powered spoon?"
"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it. Anyway," Shiori turned around and took the lid off the blender. She then threw several fruits into it. She put the lid on again, and turned to Kurama. "I want you to hold this here." She indicated what she wanted with her own hand. Kurama walked up and placed his hand on the lid of the blender.
"Like this?"
"Yes, and don't let it come off."
"And why am I doing this?"
"Because I'm cooking dinner for a friend that's coming over, and you are so kind as to help me, and if you don't I'll tell everyone that the infamous Youko Kurama is hiding out at my house," Shiori said with a sweet smile. Kurama cursed himself for letting the ningen learn so much about him.
"Fine," Kurama said. "What are you 'cooking' with this thing?"
"Making smoothies for after dinner," Shiori replied, looking at the base of the blender. Kurama looked at it as well.
"It's got buttons, Shiori," Kurama said. He had been afraid of buttons ever since the microwave incident.
"I'll handle the buttons, you just hold the lid in place," Shiori said. She pressed the "On" button, and the thing began to shake. Kurama began to jump away from it, but stopped at the look on Shiori's face. "I'll be back when it finishes."
"Right," Kurama said, turning his attention to the blender. He watched as the fruits were chopped into little pieces and then dissolved into the juice that had formed in the thing. Then the phone rang. Kurama ignored this. He had learned not to be afraid of it, but he still didn't know what it did. He then heard Shiori's voice.
"Hi, Atsuko!!" (A/N: ^___^) "How are you?" Kurama rolled his eyes. Atsuko, that was one of Shiori's friends. He had seen her, once. Meanwhile, the blender was starting to get warm under his hands. He looked at the blender again. Everything looked mixed, he couldn't find any peices of fruit in it. (I guess that means it's done,) he thought. He looked at the buttons, and shook his head. (There's no way I'm gonna touch those again)
"Shiori! Shiori! I think the blender's done!!" he called. There was a pause, then Shiori's voice rang out again, falsely cheerful.
"Boyfriend? Oh, no Atsuko, it's just my older brother helping me with the smoothies ," she said. "Yeah, he's away most of the time. He doesn't like the blender. Freak accident when I was little. I'll tell you about it sometime."
"SHIORI! PLEASE!!"
"JUST A MINUTE!!" Shiori shouted. "He's . . . hang on, I don't remember how much older he is than me." Shiori appeared in the kitchen, with her hand cupped over the phone. "How old are you?" she hissed. Kurama paused.
"I lost count at one thousand," he whispered back. Shiori paused for a few seconds, and then spoke into the phone.
"He's about ten years older than I am," she said. "Hang on, I have to help him with the blender. He never did learn how to use it right."
"I heard that," Kurama hissed. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it myself."
"You press this button, and it'll stop," Shiori said, pointing to the "Off" button. "Then I want you to take the lid off and pour the smoothies in these." She indicated two cups that were on the counter. "Okay, Kurama?"
"I get it, I get it," he said.
"Yell if you need any help." And she went back to the phone.
"Damn ningen females," he hissed. He began to move one hand, but then paused, remembering that he was supposed to hold the lid tight while the thing was on. So he went to use the other hand. Unfortunately, he was listening to Shiori to make sure she didn't tell her friend anymore about him, and his hand slipped . . . and pressed the highest speed button on the blender. As the blades inside whirled faster, he stared. "I have a feeling this ain't gonna turn out well." As the lid began to try to work itself off, Kurama gulped. "SHIORI!"
"In a minute!"
"I DON'T HAVE A MINUTE!!" Kurama looked at the blender again. Forgetting about his present problem, he wondered how it would taste (A/N: He's kinda absent-minded, ain't he? Oh, well, the funnier it is, I guess! ^___^) "No, the thing is still moving. Therefore, I cannot remove the lid. Shiori said." Then he paused and considered what he said. "But when do I ever listen to what people, especially human people tell me to do?" So, he took of the lid. And got a face full of fruit smoothie. Sputtering, he grabbed the blender. "Damn thing!" The fruit smoothie dripped into his eyes. "AAAAHHH! IT'S IN MY EYES!! IT BURNS!!"
"What in the world . . . ?" Shiori appeared at the doorway. "Kurama, stay calm, it's all right!" Meanwhile, Kurama had had quite enough.
"PREPARE TO BE PLANT FOOD, NINGEN INVENTION!!" He called upon one of his many plants, which viciously attacked the blender that Kurama was still holding. The blades hit the plant, and things went a little more than crazy.
"KURAMA!!" Shiori yelled as she was pelted with plant parts, blender parts, and fruit smoothie. She tried to move closer to the once again wild youko and was rewarded with a face full of plant guts. "Hey, these taste better than the smoothie."
"MWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Kurama yelled. He didn't seem to mind he had managed to get all of the blender blades, not to mention over half of the smoothie in his ears and tail.
"KURAMA!!!!" Everything froze. Kurama stared guiltily at Shiori. The plant vanished. Kurama dropped the blender, which he had attempted to strangle when it mutated his plant. "Why did you attack the blender?"
"IT attacked ME!!" Kurama said. "See, it's already going in for another attack!!" He said this as a button, one of the few remaining, fell off of the front.
"Kurama, it is not alive," Shiori said. "Therefore, it cannot attack you."
"But . . . but. . . . " Kurama blabbered as Shiori held the phone up to her face.
"Atsuko, I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait to come over for dinner."
Hee hee. Kurama got in trouble, Kurama got in trouble.
Youko: *hits Nagem over the head with blender parts.*
Nagem: ouchie!
Youko: I have something to tell you Nagem. You suffer from insanity.
Nagem: I don't suffer from it! I fully enjoy it!
Youko: *falls over anime style*
Nagem: Please review!
Hiei: Right, entertaining.
Nagem: Hiei, what are you thinking?
Hiei: Nothing, Nagem, nothing. Baka.
Disclaimer: Me? Own Yu Yu Hakusho?
Youko: That's a laugh.
Nagem: *whacks Youko on the head* Shut up!
Youko: *growls* Yeah, she doesn't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Nagem: *sweet and innocent* Thank you Youko.
"Kurama? Kurama? Can you get down here and help me please?" Kurama heard Shiori's voice from the kitchen as he explored the bedroom Shiori had set up for him during his stay. He preffered his den in the Makai, but this was better than nothing.
"Coming," he called down the stairs. For some reason, he went into Shiori's room before he went downstairs. He found something pink on the floor. "What is this?" He picked it up. It wasn't anything he'd ever seen before. (I think it's an ear-coverer. But why would Shiori have one of those?) (A/N: I know I haven't really described the item in question, but can you guess what it is?) Kurama walked over to Shiori's mirror and put the two cups on the thing over his fox-ears, then fastened the odd straps under his chin. "That certianly looks awkward, but I think Shiori'll understand." And so he made his way to the kitchen.
Shiori had her back turned when Kurama entered. She stirred something on the thing she had called a "stove" and didn't seem to notice the youko's new accessory.
"I wondered what took you so long," she said.
"I found something interesting," Kurama replied.
"What is it?" Shiori asked. "Let me see." She turned around. Kurama didn't know what her reaction was going to be, but he got one he was not expecting. She slapped him. "You pervert!!"
"What???" Kurama asked. Shiori was blushing furiously. "It's only an ear-coverer."
"That, Youko Kurama, is NOT and ear-coverer."
"Then what is it?"
"It's called a bra," Shiori said, and went even redder. "Give it to me!"
"What's a bra?"
"Something that human girls wear and that you should keep your hands off of!" With one swipe of the hand, Shiori unhooked the clasps and took it off of Kurama's ears. She then marched upstairs with it and came down without it. Kurama backed away from her. She looked quite pissed. Kurama swallowed hard.
"Was there something that you needed help with?" he asked. Shiori took something out of one of the cabnets. "What's that?"
"It's called a blender," she said, still slightly red. "You mix things up in it."
"Like a high-powered spoon?"
"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it. Anyway," Shiori turned around and took the lid off the blender. She then threw several fruits into it. She put the lid on again, and turned to Kurama. "I want you to hold this here." She indicated what she wanted with her own hand. Kurama walked up and placed his hand on the lid of the blender.
"Like this?"
"Yes, and don't let it come off."
"And why am I doing this?"
"Because I'm cooking dinner for a friend that's coming over, and you are so kind as to help me, and if you don't I'll tell everyone that the infamous Youko Kurama is hiding out at my house," Shiori said with a sweet smile. Kurama cursed himself for letting the ningen learn so much about him.
"Fine," Kurama said. "What are you 'cooking' with this thing?"
"Making smoothies for after dinner," Shiori replied, looking at the base of the blender. Kurama looked at it as well.
"It's got buttons, Shiori," Kurama said. He had been afraid of buttons ever since the microwave incident.
"I'll handle the buttons, you just hold the lid in place," Shiori said. She pressed the "On" button, and the thing began to shake. Kurama began to jump away from it, but stopped at the look on Shiori's face. "I'll be back when it finishes."
"Right," Kurama said, turning his attention to the blender. He watched as the fruits were chopped into little pieces and then dissolved into the juice that had formed in the thing. Then the phone rang. Kurama ignored this. He had learned not to be afraid of it, but he still didn't know what it did. He then heard Shiori's voice.
"Hi, Atsuko!!" (A/N: ^___^) "How are you?" Kurama rolled his eyes. Atsuko, that was one of Shiori's friends. He had seen her, once. Meanwhile, the blender was starting to get warm under his hands. He looked at the blender again. Everything looked mixed, he couldn't find any peices of fruit in it. (I guess that means it's done,) he thought. He looked at the buttons, and shook his head. (There's no way I'm gonna touch those again)
"Shiori! Shiori! I think the blender's done!!" he called. There was a pause, then Shiori's voice rang out again, falsely cheerful.
"Boyfriend? Oh, no Atsuko, it's just my older brother helping me with the smoothies ," she said. "Yeah, he's away most of the time. He doesn't like the blender. Freak accident when I was little. I'll tell you about it sometime."
"SHIORI! PLEASE!!"
"JUST A MINUTE!!" Shiori shouted. "He's . . . hang on, I don't remember how much older he is than me." Shiori appeared in the kitchen, with her hand cupped over the phone. "How old are you?" she hissed. Kurama paused.
"I lost count at one thousand," he whispered back. Shiori paused for a few seconds, and then spoke into the phone.
"He's about ten years older than I am," she said. "Hang on, I have to help him with the blender. He never did learn how to use it right."
"I heard that," Kurama hissed. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it myself."
"You press this button, and it'll stop," Shiori said, pointing to the "Off" button. "Then I want you to take the lid off and pour the smoothies in these." She indicated two cups that were on the counter. "Okay, Kurama?"
"I get it, I get it," he said.
"Yell if you need any help." And she went back to the phone.
"Damn ningen females," he hissed. He began to move one hand, but then paused, remembering that he was supposed to hold the lid tight while the thing was on. So he went to use the other hand. Unfortunately, he was listening to Shiori to make sure she didn't tell her friend anymore about him, and his hand slipped . . . and pressed the highest speed button on the blender. As the blades inside whirled faster, he stared. "I have a feeling this ain't gonna turn out well." As the lid began to try to work itself off, Kurama gulped. "SHIORI!"
"In a minute!"
"I DON'T HAVE A MINUTE!!" Kurama looked at the blender again. Forgetting about his present problem, he wondered how it would taste (A/N: He's kinda absent-minded, ain't he? Oh, well, the funnier it is, I guess! ^___^) "No, the thing is still moving. Therefore, I cannot remove the lid. Shiori said." Then he paused and considered what he said. "But when do I ever listen to what people, especially human people tell me to do?" So, he took of the lid. And got a face full of fruit smoothie. Sputtering, he grabbed the blender. "Damn thing!" The fruit smoothie dripped into his eyes. "AAAAHHH! IT'S IN MY EYES!! IT BURNS!!"
"What in the world . . . ?" Shiori appeared at the doorway. "Kurama, stay calm, it's all right!" Meanwhile, Kurama had had quite enough.
"PREPARE TO BE PLANT FOOD, NINGEN INVENTION!!" He called upon one of his many plants, which viciously attacked the blender that Kurama was still holding. The blades hit the plant, and things went a little more than crazy.
"KURAMA!!" Shiori yelled as she was pelted with plant parts, blender parts, and fruit smoothie. She tried to move closer to the once again wild youko and was rewarded with a face full of plant guts. "Hey, these taste better than the smoothie."
"MWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Kurama yelled. He didn't seem to mind he had managed to get all of the blender blades, not to mention over half of the smoothie in his ears and tail.
"KURAMA!!!!" Everything froze. Kurama stared guiltily at Shiori. The plant vanished. Kurama dropped the blender, which he had attempted to strangle when it mutated his plant. "Why did you attack the blender?"
"IT attacked ME!!" Kurama said. "See, it's already going in for another attack!!" He said this as a button, one of the few remaining, fell off of the front.
"Kurama, it is not alive," Shiori said. "Therefore, it cannot attack you."
"But . . . but. . . . " Kurama blabbered as Shiori held the phone up to her face.
"Atsuko, I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait to come over for dinner."
Hee hee. Kurama got in trouble, Kurama got in trouble.
Youko: *hits Nagem over the head with blender parts.*
Nagem: ouchie!
Youko: I have something to tell you Nagem. You suffer from insanity.
Nagem: I don't suffer from it! I fully enjoy it!
Youko: *falls over anime style*
Nagem: Please review!