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Apr. 1st, 2005 01:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onemuseleftThere are moments when you have to step back and take a deep breath and just say no. When you have to be the adult, when you have to know your own limits.
Moments when you have to say "No, Kelly, the Yu Yu Hakusho/Stargate crossover is not a good idea, no matter what Sonnet tells you."
In other news:
Butterfly Afternoon
Kurama... luxuriated.
The grass was sweet and fresh-smelling, and it tickled his skin at his neck and wrists and ankles. He stretched, not caring that he'd stain his uniform, or that grass stains were a bitch to get out of pink cotton. The late afternoon sun was warm and the breeze was gentle, and it was an ideal spring evening.
Something blocked the sun and Kurama gazed up through half-parted lids. At first all he saw was a man-shaped shadow leaning slightly over him, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he saw the deep blue of Kuwabara's school uniform, and the fire-red of his hair. "You've got a halo," Kurama told him, and enjoyed the wary look the other boy gave him.
Kuwabara glanced around, focusing for a moment on the tree where Kurama wasn't supposed to know Hiei was sleeping, then shrugged. "Class let out early? Don't tell me you skipped."
"It's a beautiful day, Kuwabara-kun. The grass is green, the sun is shining…"
"Are you going to burst into song? Because if you are I'm going to go slam my hand in a door repeatedly instead, if that's all right with you."
Kurama rolled his eyes. No respect. "Join me," he coaxed, reaching up to wrap his fingers in the loose cloth of Kuwabara's pants leg.
Kuwabara surrendered willingly enough, dropping to the ground next to the youko. He wasn't terribly graceful, but Kurama was in the mood to find youthful gangliness endearing. He sprawled – and Kuwabara brought a whole new meaning to the word, tall as he was – next to Kurama on the grass.
"It is pretty nice out," the boy agreed. "kind of peaceful."
("You crazy bitch! Are you trying to kill me?")
"Yes," Kurama said. "Quite lovely."
"Hard to believe it's still winter."
("I'm trying to get you to focus!")
("I am focused, you wrinkled, old – OW!")
"Yuusuke training?"
"I suppose you could call it that." Kurama smiled despite his better intentions. "Genkai's trying to teach him to create a kekkai. Shielding of himself and others. It's a technique that involves forming a thin layer of spiritual energy around a specific target. He's quite good at utilizing the skill subconsciously, when he's blocking attacks, but when it comes to consciously drawing on the ability he lacks… finesse."
"Wow," Kuwabara said dryly. "Imagine that."
Kurama laughed quietly. "To his credit, it is a technique that requires a great deal of concentration and skill."
("Hey hey hey! No knives!")
A butterfly fluttered over Kurama's legs, drawn by the bright material of his school uniform. Kuwabara held out a hand, and for an instant Kurama thought the boy was trying to catch the butterfly in his hand. Then he pulled his hand away, and the butterfly came with it, fluttering in small circles above the palm of his hand.
Kurama reached over, his fingers curling in toward his palm at the familiar touch of Kuwabara's reiki.
"A great deal of concentration and skill, huh?" the boy repeated with a wicked grin.
Kurama sat up as Kuwabara transferred the small globe of energy to his hands, and held the butterfly carefully. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. Physical manifestation of reiki was Kuwabara's area of expertise, after all.
"It's just like the reiken," Kuwabara said, following his train of thought. "Only... smaller. And thinner. And, you know, not a sword."
Blue and black wings slowed and nearly stilled as the butterfly settled on the bottom of the sphere. Kurama ran a finger along the curve of the sphere, nearly invisible although Kurama could just make out the orange shimmer that marked the other boy's spiritual power.
("Listen you old hag – the second I get down from here I'm going to make you regret that I ever wished you back to life! Do you hear me?")
Kurama glanced up and met Kuwabara's gaze over the sphere. "We should show Yuusuke. He's having such a hard time, after all."
"That's mean, Kurama." The corner of Kuwabara's mouth twitched. "Let's do it now."
Laughing, Kurama scooped the sphere against his chest and jumped to his feet. "Race you," he challenged, smiling when Kuwabara scrambled to his feet to accept the challenge.
Snow clouds were building on the horizon. Neither noticed as Kurama raced toward the temple, Kuwabara thundering behind.
Moments when you have to say "No, Kelly, the Yu Yu Hakusho/Stargate crossover is not a good idea, no matter what Sonnet tells you."
In other news:
Butterfly Afternoon
Kurama... luxuriated.
The grass was sweet and fresh-smelling, and it tickled his skin at his neck and wrists and ankles. He stretched, not caring that he'd stain his uniform, or that grass stains were a bitch to get out of pink cotton. The late afternoon sun was warm and the breeze was gentle, and it was an ideal spring evening.
Something blocked the sun and Kurama gazed up through half-parted lids. At first all he saw was a man-shaped shadow leaning slightly over him, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he saw the deep blue of Kuwabara's school uniform, and the fire-red of his hair. "You've got a halo," Kurama told him, and enjoyed the wary look the other boy gave him.
Kuwabara glanced around, focusing for a moment on the tree where Kurama wasn't supposed to know Hiei was sleeping, then shrugged. "Class let out early? Don't tell me you skipped."
"It's a beautiful day, Kuwabara-kun. The grass is green, the sun is shining…"
"Are you going to burst into song? Because if you are I'm going to go slam my hand in a door repeatedly instead, if that's all right with you."
Kurama rolled his eyes. No respect. "Join me," he coaxed, reaching up to wrap his fingers in the loose cloth of Kuwabara's pants leg.
Kuwabara surrendered willingly enough, dropping to the ground next to the youko. He wasn't terribly graceful, but Kurama was in the mood to find youthful gangliness endearing. He sprawled – and Kuwabara brought a whole new meaning to the word, tall as he was – next to Kurama on the grass.
"It is pretty nice out," the boy agreed. "kind of peaceful."
("You crazy bitch! Are you trying to kill me?")
"Yes," Kurama said. "Quite lovely."
"Hard to believe it's still winter."
("I'm trying to get you to focus!")
("I am focused, you wrinkled, old – OW!")
"Yuusuke training?"
"I suppose you could call it that." Kurama smiled despite his better intentions. "Genkai's trying to teach him to create a kekkai. Shielding of himself and others. It's a technique that involves forming a thin layer of spiritual energy around a specific target. He's quite good at utilizing the skill subconsciously, when he's blocking attacks, but when it comes to consciously drawing on the ability he lacks… finesse."
"Wow," Kuwabara said dryly. "Imagine that."
Kurama laughed quietly. "To his credit, it is a technique that requires a great deal of concentration and skill."
("Hey hey hey! No knives!")
A butterfly fluttered over Kurama's legs, drawn by the bright material of his school uniform. Kuwabara held out a hand, and for an instant Kurama thought the boy was trying to catch the butterfly in his hand. Then he pulled his hand away, and the butterfly came with it, fluttering in small circles above the palm of his hand.
Kurama reached over, his fingers curling in toward his palm at the familiar touch of Kuwabara's reiki.
"A great deal of concentration and skill, huh?" the boy repeated with a wicked grin.
Kurama sat up as Kuwabara transferred the small globe of energy to his hands, and held the butterfly carefully. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. Physical manifestation of reiki was Kuwabara's area of expertise, after all.
"It's just like the reiken," Kuwabara said, following his train of thought. "Only... smaller. And thinner. And, you know, not a sword."
Blue and black wings slowed and nearly stilled as the butterfly settled on the bottom of the sphere. Kurama ran a finger along the curve of the sphere, nearly invisible although Kurama could just make out the orange shimmer that marked the other boy's spiritual power.
("Listen you old hag – the second I get down from here I'm going to make you regret that I ever wished you back to life! Do you hear me?")
Kurama glanced up and met Kuwabara's gaze over the sphere. "We should show Yuusuke. He's having such a hard time, after all."
"That's mean, Kurama." The corner of Kuwabara's mouth twitched. "Let's do it now."
Laughing, Kurama scooped the sphere against his chest and jumped to his feet. "Race you," he challenged, smiling when Kuwabara scrambled to his feet to accept the challenge.
Snow clouds were building on the horizon. Neither noticed as Kurama raced toward the temple, Kuwabara thundering behind.
