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onemuseleft) wrote2007-08-05 01:35 am
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This is Sonnet's birthday fic. Sort of. Anyway.
Title: Houseguests From Hell Part One (working title)
Fandom: YYH
Characters: All
Rating: PG-13 so far
Kurama's voice started out sharp and commanding and rapidly descended into frantic and high-pitched. "NO! Kuwabara-kun, don't open that door!"
Kuwabara, who hadn't gotten as far as finding his keys yet, paused in the hallway and frowned at his front door. "Kurama?"
"Just wait. I'll be right-uhnf-" There was a thud and a scuffling sound, as if Kurama was dragging something across the floor, "-right there."
Kuwabara frowned some more, for lack of anything better to do. "You know you don't live here, right?"
"Just a minute!" Kurama sing-songed.
The scuffling sounds continued, accompanied by the occasional thump and grunt and something that sounded an awful lot like hissing. Kuwabara leaned against the wall opposite his door and imagined what the hell Kurama could be doing dragging a snake through his apartment on what was otherwise a perfectly promising Friday night off. It was probably a demon-snake of some sort. Or a snake-demon. Either was equally likely. As for what it was doing in his apartment... Well, Kurama did still live with his mother, so it's not like he could do whatever this was at home. A thought occured to him, and Kuwabara strode forward to bang on his door again. "Dude," he said in a voice guaranteed to carry through the apartment. "If this is some kind of kinky demonic sex thing-"
The door swung open to reveal a dshevelled and sweaty Kurama who glared at him with the exact same look of exasperation that his mother occasionally wore. "Just get in here."
"I was trying to get in here," Kuwabara felt compelled to point out. "You locked me in the hall."
Kurama tugged him inside. "Trust me. There was too great a chance that you'd be infected, so I had to get him restrained."
Great. So it totally was some kind of kinky sex thing. "Restrained?" He followed Kurama through the living room, noting the couch cushions on the floor and the coffee table askew as if someone had started to drag and lost interest halfway through. The youko bypassed the bathroom - there was blood on the floor, he noticed, but not a worrisome amount. He was more upset about the pile of what had to be every towel he owned shoved in the corner - and paused in the doorway to the bedroom.
Kuwabara figured it was past time he seized the initiative here and pushed the door open.
Yuusuke was spread-eagle on his bed, his hands and feet tied to the bedpost, wards painted into his skin. He was gagged too, little wards drawn onto the skin of his throat to keep him quiet. He was wearing Kuwabara's bathrobe, but was otherwise naked. He snarled in their general direction.
Kuwabara closed the door. "Listen," he said. "I mean, we're friends and all, and you know you're welcome here whenever you need something, but I really have to say I wish you guys would take this to a motel or something."
"Oh, be serious," Kurama said, and pushed the door open again.
Kurama's back was an unsatisfying sounding board, but Kuwabara tried it out anyway. "I was being totally serious," he said as he followed Kurama into his bedroom. "I'm so not joking that it's not even funny. And don't tell me what the towels were for."
"The towels were for cleaning off the blood," Kurama informed him, the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. "Grab a seat. Not on the bed."
There was about a one in ten hundred billion chance that Kuwabara would get anywhere near that bed while there was a naked Urameshi in it. In fact, he might have to buy a new matress before he could sleep tonight. He tried to convey this as he shuddered and perched on the windowsill - a point as far from the bed as he was getting without leaving the room. "Please explain why my bedroom looks like a scene from a bondage flick."
He was doing his best not to look too closely at Urameshi for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that naked and Urameshi weren't two things he'd ever had any great desire to see in combination. Also, Urameshi kept snapping and biting at the air with teeth that looked, well, bloody and also notably like fangs. It was disconcerting behavior, ever from Urameshi, a guy who could be counted on to do just about anything at any time for any reason.
As usual, Kurama couldn't just come out and explain anything without providing background information. "How familiar are you with vampire mythology?"
"Buffy the series was better than Buffy the movie."
"That's not quite the sort of detail I was looking for." Kurama pushed his hair out of his eyes. "You know how a vampire is created?"
"Yes, Kurama." He crossed his arms and resisted the urge to go over there and start shaking some details loose. "A vampire comes out at night, drinks the blood of the living, may or may not turn into bats. If it drinks your blood and feeds you theirs, you turn into one as well. As far as I knew," he added, "they were completely made-up and didn't actually exist."
"There are few if any in this part of the world," Kurama said. "Like the werewolf, they are mostly prevalent among Western society. Largely," he added thoughtfully, "because they are less willing to entertain the possibility of spiritual matters than most Eastern cultures-"
"I've heard Genkai's lecture on the arrogant blindness of European culture," Kuwabara snapped. "Are you fucking telling me Urameshi is a goddamn vampire?"
"Language," Kurama said serenely.
"I've got a naked vampire who also happens to be a demon lord-" He paused. "Oh. Oh that just does not bode well, does it."
It wasn't really a question, but Kurama answered him anyway. "It's certainly cause for concern."
The towels in the bathroom popped to mind and Kuwabara remembered Kurama's earlier words. 'For cleaning off the blood' Kurama had said. Whose blood?
Kuwabara stared at the restrained and writhing form of his best friend. Now that he was looking, he could see that Urameshi's skin was an unhealthy pallor, and his teeth were longer and finer versions of the fangs Urameshi wore in his demon form. His fingers were longer, narrower and ended in wicked-looking talons. "Kurama. I have to ask you..."
The youko clasped his hands together on his lap. "Kuwabara-kun?"
"Why couldn't you take him to Genkai's?"
tbc
Title: Houseguests From Hell Part One (working title)
Fandom: YYH
Characters: All
Rating: PG-13 so far
Kurama's voice started out sharp and commanding and rapidly descended into frantic and high-pitched. "NO! Kuwabara-kun, don't open that door!"
Kuwabara, who hadn't gotten as far as finding his keys yet, paused in the hallway and frowned at his front door. "Kurama?"
"Just wait. I'll be right-uhnf-" There was a thud and a scuffling sound, as if Kurama was dragging something across the floor, "-right there."
Kuwabara frowned some more, for lack of anything better to do. "You know you don't live here, right?"
"Just a minute!" Kurama sing-songed.
The scuffling sounds continued, accompanied by the occasional thump and grunt and something that sounded an awful lot like hissing. Kuwabara leaned against the wall opposite his door and imagined what the hell Kurama could be doing dragging a snake through his apartment on what was otherwise a perfectly promising Friday night off. It was probably a demon-snake of some sort. Or a snake-demon. Either was equally likely. As for what it was doing in his apartment... Well, Kurama did still live with his mother, so it's not like he could do whatever this was at home. A thought occured to him, and Kuwabara strode forward to bang on his door again. "Dude," he said in a voice guaranteed to carry through the apartment. "If this is some kind of kinky demonic sex thing-"
The door swung open to reveal a dshevelled and sweaty Kurama who glared at him with the exact same look of exasperation that his mother occasionally wore. "Just get in here."
"I was trying to get in here," Kuwabara felt compelled to point out. "You locked me in the hall."
Kurama tugged him inside. "Trust me. There was too great a chance that you'd be infected, so I had to get him restrained."
Great. So it totally was some kind of kinky sex thing. "Restrained?" He followed Kurama through the living room, noting the couch cushions on the floor and the coffee table askew as if someone had started to drag and lost interest halfway through. The youko bypassed the bathroom - there was blood on the floor, he noticed, but not a worrisome amount. He was more upset about the pile of what had to be every towel he owned shoved in the corner - and paused in the doorway to the bedroom.
Kuwabara figured it was past time he seized the initiative here and pushed the door open.
Yuusuke was spread-eagle on his bed, his hands and feet tied to the bedpost, wards painted into his skin. He was gagged too, little wards drawn onto the skin of his throat to keep him quiet. He was wearing Kuwabara's bathrobe, but was otherwise naked. He snarled in their general direction.
Kuwabara closed the door. "Listen," he said. "I mean, we're friends and all, and you know you're welcome here whenever you need something, but I really have to say I wish you guys would take this to a motel or something."
"Oh, be serious," Kurama said, and pushed the door open again.
Kurama's back was an unsatisfying sounding board, but Kuwabara tried it out anyway. "I was being totally serious," he said as he followed Kurama into his bedroom. "I'm so not joking that it's not even funny. And don't tell me what the towels were for."
"The towels were for cleaning off the blood," Kurama informed him, the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. "Grab a seat. Not on the bed."
There was about a one in ten hundred billion chance that Kuwabara would get anywhere near that bed while there was a naked Urameshi in it. In fact, he might have to buy a new matress before he could sleep tonight. He tried to convey this as he shuddered and perched on the windowsill - a point as far from the bed as he was getting without leaving the room. "Please explain why my bedroom looks like a scene from a bondage flick."
He was doing his best not to look too closely at Urameshi for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that naked and Urameshi weren't two things he'd ever had any great desire to see in combination. Also, Urameshi kept snapping and biting at the air with teeth that looked, well, bloody and also notably like fangs. It was disconcerting behavior, ever from Urameshi, a guy who could be counted on to do just about anything at any time for any reason.
As usual, Kurama couldn't just come out and explain anything without providing background information. "How familiar are you with vampire mythology?"
"Buffy the series was better than Buffy the movie."
"That's not quite the sort of detail I was looking for." Kurama pushed his hair out of his eyes. "You know how a vampire is created?"
"Yes, Kurama." He crossed his arms and resisted the urge to go over there and start shaking some details loose. "A vampire comes out at night, drinks the blood of the living, may or may not turn into bats. If it drinks your blood and feeds you theirs, you turn into one as well. As far as I knew," he added, "they were completely made-up and didn't actually exist."
"There are few if any in this part of the world," Kurama said. "Like the werewolf, they are mostly prevalent among Western society. Largely," he added thoughtfully, "because they are less willing to entertain the possibility of spiritual matters than most Eastern cultures-"
"I've heard Genkai's lecture on the arrogant blindness of European culture," Kuwabara snapped. "Are you fucking telling me Urameshi is a goddamn vampire?"
"Language," Kurama said serenely.
"I've got a naked vampire who also happens to be a demon lord-" He paused. "Oh. Oh that just does not bode well, does it."
It wasn't really a question, but Kurama answered him anyway. "It's certainly cause for concern."
The towels in the bathroom popped to mind and Kuwabara remembered Kurama's earlier words. 'For cleaning off the blood' Kurama had said. Whose blood?
Kuwabara stared at the restrained and writhing form of his best friend. Now that he was looking, he could see that Urameshi's skin was an unhealthy pallor, and his teeth were longer and finer versions of the fangs Urameshi wore in his demon form. His fingers were longer, narrower and ended in wicked-looking talons. "Kurama. I have to ask you..."
The youko clasped his hands together on his lap. "Kuwabara-kun?"
"Why couldn't you take him to Genkai's?"
tbc