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onemuseleftCalifornia judge rules that ban on gay marriage is unconstitutional. Go California!
Today I watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Jack Sparrow is still the hottest thing in my world.
PS. Sonnet. Lookit:
The Finer Art of Subtlety
The problem with Kurama, Yuusuke thought sourly as he woke that Saturday morning, was that he'd be far too hard to kill and there were too many people who'd want Yuusuke's head for it afterwards.
He sighed and sat up.
His room had, at some point in the night, been well and truly burgled. Only instead of taking anything, the intruder had left a few surprises.
Yuusuke tugged irritably at the scarf tying his hands to the bedpost.
It took a while to get loose without tearing the thing, and even longer to untie it from his wrists with the mittens covering his fingers. He finally gave up and attacked the knotted scarf with his teeth, all the while thinking of interesting new ways to beat the red-headed demon's ass into the ground as soon as possible.
Then he shrugged off the winter coat and began untying the ice skates.
Possibly Genkai had a point when she suggested he learn to sleep a bit more lightly.
"Couldn't just leave a voicemail," Yuusuke muttered as he tugged at one of the skates. "It's not like it's even hard. Mom does it all the time when she's spitting drunk but the thousand year old super genius can't handle that. Nooo. He has to run around playing Youko Kurama the Midnight Costume Marauder!" The skate stubbornly refused to be removed and Yuusuke overbalanced and flopped over backwards.
He stared at the ceiling for a minute and tried to control the frustrated growl building in his throat.
Kurama showed up about thirty minutes later as Yuusuke was clomping around the kitchen in his sweatpants and t-shirt trying to find something that could pass for breakfast. Kurama let himself in and settled in at the kitchen table with a paper cup of coffee and melting snowflakes in his hair. Yuusuke ignored the youko pointedly as he stared into the refrigerator. He didn't actually remember buying most of the items in there – he had a suspicion Keiko had probably supplied most of it. That would certainly explain why there was milk next to his beer. He grabbed the milk carton and sniffed it suspiciously.
"Are you choking?" Kurama asked.
Yuusuke gagged and twitched. "Want some milk?"
"No, thank you," Kurama said politely. "I already ate."
Yuusuke returned the milk to the fridge and claimed a can of soda before kicking the door shut. He hooked a skate blade onto a chair, dragging it across the floor to his side. "All right," he said, throwing a leg over the chair and settling down, arms draped over the back. "How'd you get in this time?"
Kurama looked innocent. "I don't know what you mean."
Yuusuke hefted one leg up and propped his foot on the table. Kurama gazed bemusedly at the silver blade of the ice skate still firmly attached to Yuusuke's foot.
"I'm not sure what you're trying to tell me here," Yuusuke said levelly. "The scarf was kind of kinky. I was kind of getting into that. But the winter coat seems a bit… well, it's not really sexy right? And the skates just threw me right out of the mood, I have to admit."
Kurama laughed softly into his coffee. "You find scarves kinky?"
Yuusuke leaned forward against the back of the chair. "Kurama, is there a reason you broke into my apartment and tied me to my own bed?"
"I didn't break in," Kurama objected. "The window was unlocked. I simply let myself in."
"I live on the seventh floor, Kurama. Seventh. That's six more than ground floor." He gestured wildly with his soda can. "To get in the window you would've had to scale the freaking wall."
"Well, if you don't want people coming in, you should consider locking it."
Yuusuke sighed. "I like you better when you're vaguely evil."
"That could be arranged," Kurama offered in a silky voice. "Shall I get the scarf?"
Hormones, Yuusuke often reflected, were the downfall of the perpetually seventeen. "Scarf? I mean, wait! Uh-uh! Hold it!" Yuusuke waggled a finger across the table. "First explain the skates."
Kurama smiled as he slid out of his chair. "It's snowing."
It was way too early to figure out the finer workings of Kurama's mind, but Yuusuke figured the odds were good that Kurama wasn't talking about sex anymore. Damn.
"Kuwabara-kun, Shizuru and Yukina will be joining us," Kurama added, and Yuusuke prayed the youko was no longer talking about sex.
"You want to go skating?" he asked, a rueful smile crossing his lips. "You could have just said."
Kurama skimmed his fingers over the leather skate ad up the inside of Yuusuke's leg. "But that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun." He kissed Yuusuke, leaving the taste of espresso on Yuusuke's tongue. "Did you keep the scarf?"
Today I watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Jack Sparrow is still the hottest thing in my world.
PS. Sonnet. Lookit:
The Finer Art of Subtlety
The problem with Kurama, Yuusuke thought sourly as he woke that Saturday morning, was that he'd be far too hard to kill and there were too many people who'd want Yuusuke's head for it afterwards.
He sighed and sat up.
His room had, at some point in the night, been well and truly burgled. Only instead of taking anything, the intruder had left a few surprises.
Yuusuke tugged irritably at the scarf tying his hands to the bedpost.
It took a while to get loose without tearing the thing, and even longer to untie it from his wrists with the mittens covering his fingers. He finally gave up and attacked the knotted scarf with his teeth, all the while thinking of interesting new ways to beat the red-headed demon's ass into the ground as soon as possible.
Then he shrugged off the winter coat and began untying the ice skates.
Possibly Genkai had a point when she suggested he learn to sleep a bit more lightly.
"Couldn't just leave a voicemail," Yuusuke muttered as he tugged at one of the skates. "It's not like it's even hard. Mom does it all the time when she's spitting drunk but the thousand year old super genius can't handle that. Nooo. He has to run around playing Youko Kurama the Midnight Costume Marauder!" The skate stubbornly refused to be removed and Yuusuke overbalanced and flopped over backwards.
He stared at the ceiling for a minute and tried to control the frustrated growl building in his throat.
Kurama showed up about thirty minutes later as Yuusuke was clomping around the kitchen in his sweatpants and t-shirt trying to find something that could pass for breakfast. Kurama let himself in and settled in at the kitchen table with a paper cup of coffee and melting snowflakes in his hair. Yuusuke ignored the youko pointedly as he stared into the refrigerator. He didn't actually remember buying most of the items in there – he had a suspicion Keiko had probably supplied most of it. That would certainly explain why there was milk next to his beer. He grabbed the milk carton and sniffed it suspiciously.
"Are you choking?" Kurama asked.
Yuusuke gagged and twitched. "Want some milk?"
"No, thank you," Kurama said politely. "I already ate."
Yuusuke returned the milk to the fridge and claimed a can of soda before kicking the door shut. He hooked a skate blade onto a chair, dragging it across the floor to his side. "All right," he said, throwing a leg over the chair and settling down, arms draped over the back. "How'd you get in this time?"
Kurama looked innocent. "I don't know what you mean."
Yuusuke hefted one leg up and propped his foot on the table. Kurama gazed bemusedly at the silver blade of the ice skate still firmly attached to Yuusuke's foot.
"I'm not sure what you're trying to tell me here," Yuusuke said levelly. "The scarf was kind of kinky. I was kind of getting into that. But the winter coat seems a bit… well, it's not really sexy right? And the skates just threw me right out of the mood, I have to admit."
Kurama laughed softly into his coffee. "You find scarves kinky?"
Yuusuke leaned forward against the back of the chair. "Kurama, is there a reason you broke into my apartment and tied me to my own bed?"
"I didn't break in," Kurama objected. "The window was unlocked. I simply let myself in."
"I live on the seventh floor, Kurama. Seventh. That's six more than ground floor." He gestured wildly with his soda can. "To get in the window you would've had to scale the freaking wall."
"Well, if you don't want people coming in, you should consider locking it."
Yuusuke sighed. "I like you better when you're vaguely evil."
"That could be arranged," Kurama offered in a silky voice. "Shall I get the scarf?"
Hormones, Yuusuke often reflected, were the downfall of the perpetually seventeen. "Scarf? I mean, wait! Uh-uh! Hold it!" Yuusuke waggled a finger across the table. "First explain the skates."
Kurama smiled as he slid out of his chair. "It's snowing."
It was way too early to figure out the finer workings of Kurama's mind, but Yuusuke figured the odds were good that Kurama wasn't talking about sex anymore. Damn.
"Kuwabara-kun, Shizuru and Yukina will be joining us," Kurama added, and Yuusuke prayed the youko was no longer talking about sex.
"You want to go skating?" he asked, a rueful smile crossing his lips. "You could have just said."
Kurama skimmed his fingers over the leather skate ad up the inside of Yuusuke's leg. "But that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun." He kissed Yuusuke, leaving the taste of espresso on Yuusuke's tongue. "Did you keep the scarf?"
