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“Cause you can’t over love your underwear,”
Kurama, who had been dozing in her overly large lay-z-boy,
cocked a slender eyebrow at the kitchen doorway.
“The damn
commercial is over, blockhead!” Shizuru snapped at her brother, who had been forced into
helping prepare dinner via Yukina. The carrot-top was doing everything he could
to get out of helping and singing the ‘fruit of the loom’ commercial was
currently doing the trick quite nicely.
“Perhaps Kazu-chan can sing a different song.” Yukina suggested
innocently. “One that
you can sing together.”
“Oh God No!” Both Genkai and Yusuke pleaded at once while Kurama
chuckled and brought the remote up to turn up the volume if needed.
There was a
moment’s pause then,
“Here we go loop-de-loo
Here we go loop-de-lai
Here
we go loop-de-EEKKK”
Kuwabara came
barreling from the kitchen with Shizuru at his heals
wielding a butcher knife. The room
exploded with laughter. The two siblings
ran circles around the living room before Genkai
snapped,
“What’s the rule about running with
knives?”
Shizuru
froze at one corner of the couch where Keiko and Yusuke were still howling, her
knife still raised threateningly. Her
brother stuck his tongue out at her from the other side of the couch, close to
the spot where the old woman was sitting Indian style on her favorite
over-stuffed cushion. Shizuru glowered at both of them and cursed colorfully.
“Oi, oi!” Keiko explained looking pointedly at Kurama’s swelling tummy.
“Tender ears!”
“That’s right!” Yusuke fought to control his laughter enough
to speak. “Hiei’s
been looking forward to teaching those ikkle guys
every curse, cuss and x-rated word he knows.
Let’s not take that joy away from him.”
The Jaganshi in question, who was sitting with
his back pressed against the side of the lay-z-boy with his knees drawn to his
chest to patiently await dinner, rolled his eyes and
offered the Shizuru his slender sword in place of her
butcher knife.
Kuwabara’s
eyes widened in panic as his sister’s eyes lit up with savage delight.
“Oh,” Genkai explained upon seeing
the sword. “Swords are a different
story. You may proceed.
Kuwabara
let out a yelp and the chase resumed its hysterical loop about the living
room. Hiei chuckled darkly while the
rest of the room once again exploded with laughter.
Yukina
appeared suddenly in the kitchen doorway looking slightly worried for her lover
as he made a dash for the door leading to the front temple lawns.
“He should have stuck with the ‘lovely
coconut song’ ne, Yukina-chan?”
Kurama asked the petite maiden.
“Apparently so,” Yukina replied with
a small nod, causing another round of laughter.
“I’ll help finish dinner, since you
lost all of your help.” Kurama offered and reached for the lever that would lower
the footrest. The moment her hand touched the wooden lever Hiei’s
small hand caught and held her wrist. Kurama glared.
“Oh come now!” She sighed exasperated. “It’s been almost a full month. The least I can do is help with dinner.”
“It would be better for you and
your kits if you just rested.”
“I’m tired of resting.” Kurama drummed the fingers
of her free hand against the arm of her chair.
“Sitting around and becoming a heifer would be just as bad for me and
the kits. I’d rather stay in shape thank
you very much!”
“I can still count all of your ribs
and you are referring to yourself as a cow!”
Hiei returned his mate’s glare.
He snorted when Kurama didn’t back down, her
glare never wavering. “Fine.” He sighed.
“But the moment you feel tired you rest, got it?!?”
Kurama
smiled and ruffled Hiei’s hair. “Yes darling.”
Hiei continued to glare as Kurama stood and made her way into the kitchen. Moments later a winded Shizuru
entered the room. Kuwabara,
slightly less winded, followed cautiously.
“Don’t even think of coming back
into the kitchen.” She snapped.
“You don’t have to tell me twice! I
didn’t want to cook in the first place!”
Kuwabara mumbled and plopped down next to
Yusuke on the couch.
Shizuru
turned to Hiei; she returned his sword and said, “I give you permission to
castrate him if he tries to enter the kitchen – before dinner.” She added quickly upon seeing the Jaganshi’s wicked grin, which quickly turned to a
pout. Shizuru
blinked in awe at the totally unexpected expression on the usually stoic or
glowering face. She turned to the kitchen, yet every few steps she had to do
one double-take after another.
“Dear god!” She explained none too loudly to Kurama as she finally entered the kitchen. “That is the cutest pout I have ever
seen. When the two of you have kits
together they are going to be deadly kawaii!”
“I still need to push out these two
and you’re already stuffing me with more!!”
Kurama cried and twisted around to glare at
her friend. After a moment the vixen turned back to the veggies she was
chopping, paused and turned back around only this time she was smiling. “Though, I must agree. That pout is a very dangerous weapon.”
Shizuru
and Yukina giggled.
When the older ningen went back to the doorway
and called for Keiko to join their ‘bonding session’ Kurama
sweat dropped and tried to leaving, claming that maybe she should put her
mate’s pout to good use. The vixen
fought the girls off rather nicely; yet somehow she was convinced to stay.
Now that Kurama
and the girls were all occupied, Yusuke brought up the question that had been
nagging at all of them for a good while.
“When do you think it’d be best to
tell Kurama about her third kit?” He asked in a voice barely above a whisper;
his eyes shifting from Kurama’s swollen abdomen to
his old teacher then back again. “She’s
recovering just fine. Narumi-sensei says
that the kit is getting stronger too.”
“Narumi is coming tonight; I will
ask what he thinks. Though, I believe he
will agree that the time is right.”
The living room was quiet, all of
it occupants lost in their own thoughts.
Their thoughts were interrupted when the cackling in the kitchen had
suddenly come to a halt. Apparently Kurama was creating some new concoction to test her
friends’ gag reflex.
“Would anyone like to try
some?” The vixen offered.
There was a wave of silence from
the kitchen, before a tentative “I will,” came from the timid voice of Yukina. “It doesn’t
seem all that strange. . .” after a
long pause there came an explanation of “Yummmm!”
Keiko broke the next wave of
silence that had covered the whole household.
“Should we be worried that Yukina-chan is eating like a pregnant woman?”
A cricket chirped.
“WHERE THE FUCK
IS MY KNIFE?!?” Shizuru bellows from the kitchen while in the living room Hiei was gifting Kuwabara with a
wide-eyed stare that was so intensely angered it bordered on insane. One crimson eye started twitching
compulsively. Slowly Hiei’s
eyebrows messed together in the middle of his forehead; his lip raised in a low
snarl, his sword was quickly unsheathed as the Jaganshi
started advancing toward the barely tolerable, currently scared out of his
mind, carrot-toped ningen.
“Baby bro, your dick is going to
DIE!!!” Shizuru
stormed out of the kitchen with her butcher knife raised in a horror story type
gesture.
“I have first dibs, woman.” Hiei hissed icily.”
“Oh Hell No.”
“Hey, your right!” Keiko’s voice sounded form the kitchen.
Apparently she had found courage enough to sample Kurama’s
concoction. “That is good.”
Shizuru
froze, her head turned slowly to stare at the howling Yusuke, who wasn’t even
trying to hold back his laughter at his friends plight.
“Fine, you get Kazu,”
she told Hiei before turning to Yusuke “I’m taking
your balls!”
“Holy Shit!” Yusuke propelled himself from the couch. He and Kuwabara
booked it for the door with Hiei and Shizuru in hot pursuit.
“Baa-san,” Kurama called sweetly as
she exited the kitchen with a bowl of fresh peach slices. “You like salt on your peaches don’t you?”
Genkai
accepted the bowl with a deep laugh, one the crotchety old woman seldom ever
let loose.
“I do believe I was the one to
originally turn you on to this recipe.”
Kurama
smiled and started to make her way back to the kitchen. Yet, the poor vixen couldn’t make it past her
comfy lay-z-boy without it calling to her.
She placed a hand on the small of her back, just looking at her recliner
made her back ache horribly. Considering
the vixen’s ankles were now technically referred to as ‘cankles’
because of how swollen they had become, propping them up didn’t seem like such
a bad idea.
“Oh fine.” She told the chair before settling down into
the comforting softness of her overstuffed chair. She sighed blissfully upon lifting the foot
rest which instantly soothed her aching feet.
I hate to say this, she
thought to herself, but I should have
listened to Hiei.
“Baa-san?”
“Hmm?” The old woman popped another peach slice in
her mouth before lifting her head to gaze at the very pregnant vixen.
“Am I dying?”
Genaki
chocked on her peach.
“Nani?” She
coughed. “What hormone induced mood
swing triggered that?”
“It is not a mood swing nor is it a
result of one,” Kurama explained. “It is
a question, and I have pondered over it for a good while now and have come to
the only conclusion plausible. Everyone
has been pussyfooting around me since the moment I was able to get out of bed. At first it was everybody, now it’s mainly
Yusuke, Kuwabara and oddly enough Hiei
and you. At first I thought there was
something wrong with my kits,” Kurama’s arms wrapped themselves around her
abdomen in a protective gesture. “But
Narumi assured me that they made it through just fine. I am getting my strength back, albeit
slowly. Yet a week or two after I
started recovering, the girls went back to acting normal, which is what truly
tipped me off, if the girls don’t know what is wrong, then it must be at the
very least upsetting. So I have come to
the conclusion that I am dying or these are not kits inside of my ever
expanding womb, but time bombs. Weapons
of mass genocide that no one wants to set off.
So everyone must tiptoe around me and it is getting quite annoying.”
“I should have known that I
couldn’t keep anything from the likes of you.”
Genkai sighed.
This was not the way she wanted to tell Kurama
about the third kit.
Yusuke and Kuwabara
came barreling through the doorway at that moment with Shizuru
and Hiei still hot on their heels.
“All of you sit down at once!”
The four of them, all panting hard,
froze in place for a moment before dropping to the ground at the very spot they
had stopped. All of them except Hiei of course, he never was one to follow orders.
“Shizuru,
why don’t you take Keiko and Yukina outside for a
nice quick walk?” It was not a question,
it was an order. Shizuru
gave the old woman a look.
“I want full details when I get
back! She growled.
“Trust me; we couldn’t keep this
from you if we tried.”
Minutes later Shizuru
had convinced the girls that the boys would be fine watching dinner for the few
minutes they would be gone picking berries, blaming the surprise trip on a ‘Kurama craving’; thus leaving the group alone.
“It looks like my plan had an
adverse effect, boys.”
“What do you mean?” Yusuke asked the old woman. “What’s going on?”
“Kurama
has come to the wrong conclusion about what we had been keeping from her. I believe that we can now inform her to
Narumi’s discovery with out a chance of a relapse.”
“If my kits and I are not dying,
then what could be so bad that I would relapse?” Kurama asked,
suddenly dreading the answer.
“Although Narumi has monitored your
health and the health of your kits, while you were just started in your
recovery he discovered something that had previously been hidden to all of us.”
“And that something would be?” Kurama prompted,
getting a bit agitated that the old woman wouldn’t get to the point.
“You’re carrying triplets, Kurama.” Genkai replied and watched closely at the vixen’s reaction. Emerald eyes widened in stunned disbelief,
then a fraction of a second later they lit up, her mouth opened to ask a
thousand questions only to be quieted when the old woman lifted a small
wrinkled hand.
“Before you get too excited there
is something you must know. This third
kit is the runt and as such it already is at risk due to its stronger siblings
over powering it for food and suck, even while they reside within your
womb. Your child was not faring well
when Narumi discovered it about a month ago.
Narumi has been monitoring its progress and last we were told the kit
was improving but not as much as he had hoped.”
“What are its chances?” Kurama asked
softly.
“Seventy percent chance that the babe
will not survive till its birth. If it
were to be delivered while still at the weak state that it is in, the stress
will surly kill it.”
“What must I do to help my kit?”
“Everything you have been, keeping
your strength up and doing your best to stay healthy. The longer the kits reside inside of you the
better they all have of surviving.”
Kurama’s
eyes lowered to look at her swollen abdomen, her hands absently started rubbing
over her babies in a protective gesture.
Her eyebrows were scrunched up in the middle of her forehead, showing
that the vixen was deep in thought.
“Kurama,”
Yusuke called quietly, he waited until a pair of emerald orbs fixed themselves
on his face before continuing. “Kurama, you didn’t do anything wrong. These complications could happen to any woman
who is carrying more than one child.
Those babies survived when you miscarried back in Gandara,
they survived when Yomi beat you to a pulp and they
also survived when your body was rejecting food to the point where you almost
starved to death! They’re strong little
buggers. Narumi says that your runt is
improving and the other two are just fine, if need be he can deliver them by
c-section to reduce stress. In one more
month your kit hasn’t improved enough to be born naturally then Narumi will do
just that and unless something drastic happens between then you don’t have to
worry about them.”
“How can you tell me not to worry
about them?”
“Well, I guess you can never stop
worrying about them, I mean its normal for every parent to worry about their
children, but what I’m saying is: Relax, try not to stress yourself out because
that won’t help you or you kits.”
“We’re back!”
No one had noticed that the girls
were on their way back until the moment they arrived in the doorway to excitedly
show off the six baskets of berries.
“Where’s Kurama?” Yukina asked. All
eyes turned to the now empty recliner. “Didn’t
we pick these for her?”
The tiny maiden blinked in
confusion when the sound of Kurama’s bedroom door
shutting echoed down the hallway.
“We just told her some rather
depressing news,” Genkai explained. “She
needs some time to digest it all.”
All three of the girls gathered
close to ask what had been so depressing to their friend. As the old woman started explaining, again,
about Kurama’s third kit Hiei
stood and started walking toward the front door.
“I’m borrowing your bird.” He called over his shoulder to Yusuke.
“Don’t you think that maybe you
should stay, and maybe show Kurama a little bit of
support?” Yusuke asked, causing the Jaganshi to halt just short of the door.
“She has made it perfectly clear
that she wishes to be alone right now.”
“So where exactly are you going
that you need Puu to take you there?”
“Why must I answer to your
interrogation?”
“Inter-wah?”
“He wants to know why you are
asking him so many questions.” Kuwabara explained.
“Oh, because I’m
curious AND he is taking my Spirit Beast. So, where are you going?”
“To the Makai.” Hiei answered, reaching for the doorknob.
“Why?”
“None of your
business.” Hiei
growled.
“Okay but, tell Mukuro
I said ‘hi’ and don’t come back with out Shura.” Hiei glared. “I know, I know; you don’t like being caught
doing something nice! But, I mean it
don’t come back with out him I agree that he should cheer Kurama
up.”
“Since when can you read Hiei like a book?” Kuwabara asked when Hiei
disappeared through the door and the girls when back to making dinner. Genkai also left,
but no one ever had a clue as to where the old woman disappeared to.
Yusuke
shrugged. “There isn’t any other reason
I could think of for him to want Puu.”
“Oh, and here I thought you were
starting to get a bit smarter.” Kuwabara gave Yusuke a wide smile. “But that would be just short of a miracle
wouldn’t it?”
“Damn skippy!” Yusuke
agreed much to his friend’s surprise. Kuwabara had expected a retort and possibly a punch in the
shoulder. “Smart people think too much,”
Yusuke explained. “And that makes my
brain hurt.”
“God
forbid.” Kuwabara
quipped.
Yusuke
didn’t reply to his friends teasing, he was staring down the hall toward Kurama’s bedroom.
“I hope for
Kurama’s sake that kit survives.”
::In the Makai::
“You
arrived with Urameshi’s big blue bird beast
completely unexpected only to demand that I allow you take my hostage-“
“Hostage?” Hiei asked confused.
True he had shown up and instantly requested that Shura
come with him but that was only because he was anxious to get back to Kurama before she had a chance to notice that he was so far
away. The vixen needn’t get herself
worked up over the likes of him. He was
confused as to why Mukuro would fight his taking Shura, she hadn’t wanted to even revive the goat and now
she was bitching about him taking him. . . GAH!! Women are so ungodly
confusing! “The goatling
was left in your care until I felt it was right to retrieve him.”
“I’m not
finished with his training yet,”
“Exactly
how long has be been locked up in the dungeon?” Hiei
asked.
“Not since
the first three days.” Mukuro sighed. “I
just don’t want to give up the bet maid I ever had!”
Hiei blinked.
“WHAT?”
“Well you
told me to do what I saw fit. We needed
a good cleaner and he seemed to rather eager to get out of the dungeon so I
told him to start cleaning up the training rooms. He did such a good job I decided that he
should do it full time.”
“I’m
surprised he put up with all that.” Hiei mused.
“The scary
part is he’s always so polite.” Mukuro replied.
“But, can you blame him? His own
father tired to kill him then after being revived he found himself surrounded
by two former Makai Lords. He owes us his life, of course he is going to
be polite and bend over backwards to do whatever I say.”
“Don’t let
your head swell too much and tell me where the goat is.”
“Hiei, there is something that I think you should
know.” The jaganshi
didn’t know how to judge the woman’s tone; he turned to face her, prompting her
to continue. “You know that I wouldn’t
constantly humiliate him with out a reason.
I did what I thought would cause the young goat to open up to the one
question I asked of him.”
“You asked
him to tell you every secret his father ever taught him, didn’t you?”
“I
did.” Mukuro
agreed. “And he steadfastly refused to
tell me a thing about his father. He
still feels loyal to his sire to a point and that is both heartening and disheartening
at the same time. Because, you see, if
he were to give up everything about his father, then how could your really
trust him if he were to part ways with your fox, or perhaps that level of
loyalty will push the goatling to return to Yomi with information about Kurama.”
“He felt
loyal to Kurama enough to defy his father; do you
think that he would tell his father should he return?”
“Yomi wouldn’t think twice about torturing his son. I, myself have not and will not take it to
that point so I can’t say what the goat or his goatling
would do. If you still feel you must
take him, just keep watch on him for a while longer and keep your guard up when
those kits are born, Yomi won’t give up on his play
toy that easily.”
“Trust me I
have already thought of all that.” Hiei replied. “Now
where is the goat?”
Mukuro directed her second in command to the room Shura was currently cleaning. Hiei arrived there
to find Shura staring out the window deep in thought,
or so he thought. Hiei
made his way soundlessly to stand just behind the young goat, he took a quick
glance over his shoulder to find that Shura actually
had a full view of the front entrance and was staring down at Urameshi’s spirit beast.
Moments
after Hiei stopped behind the young goat, Shura must have felt the jaganshi’s
presence for his spine went rigid before he spun to face the short demon.
“H-Hiei-san?!? Is something wrong? Is it Kurama-san? Is she okay?”
Hiei arched an eyebrow at the questions Shura
was bombarding him with.
“Why would
you think that something is wrong?” He
asked.
“Because
you brought Yusuke-san’s spirit beast, and Yusuke-san
said that Kurama-san was sick last time he was here
and he said that she was having triplets and that one wasn’t doing well and I-”
“Alright,
alright I get it. Yes Kurama is recovering just fine and the kit is growing a bit
stronger. Are you ready to come with
me?”
“But I-”
“I’ll tell
you on the way!” Hiei
snapped, “Are you coming?” Shura closed his mouth with a snap and nodded silently. “Good, there is one last thing; I will be
watching you. If it weren’t for Kurama needing someone to help take her mind off of the
weak kit, you’d probably stay here until the kits were a few months old, at
least if I had my say you would.”
“I understand,
Hiei-san.” Shura said with a nod and followed the Jaganshi
as he made his way back to the main gate.
::Genkai’s
Temple::
Narumi
knocked gently on the closed door in front of him. Upon hearing a muffled ‘come in’ sound
through the wood of the door, Narumi pushed at the door and walked in to the
dimly lit room. The doctor smiled at his
patient who was surrounded by every pregnancy book she owned.
“How are
you feeling, my dear?” He asked in a
soft voice, settling himself down on the bed.
“Quite
well, thank you.”
“Genkai tells me that you have found out about your third
bundle of joy, do you have any questions?”
“I have
many,” Kurama replied, placing her book on the bedside table. “But, mainly, is there anything I can do for
my kit?”
“I am
afraid that all you can do is stay healthy, continue doing everything we have
already talked about; not lifting anything over ten pounds, eating until you
are full, not over exerting yourself, taking your prenatal vitamins and just
try to relax; stress above all else is the worst for you and your children.”
“There
isn’t anything else that I can do?”
“No. If your kit was not developing I would start
you on steroids, but other than its weak pulse and low weight I can find
nothing else wrong with the kit. The low
weight is to be expected for there is not much room in yourself right now; your
body can’t handle the strain of expanding to accommodate them getting much
bigger, although your body has been holding up extremely well.”
“A kitsune’s body is designed to carry multiple fetuses.” Kurama
explained. “As I’m sure you were told, any number between three to six can be expected in a
normal pregnancy. More than three were
conceived but I lost them very early on.”
Narumi
nodded solemnly.
“I would
like to ask you wither or not you would consider delivering your kits by
cesarean.”
Kurama made a face.
“Only as a last resort if my runt is in distress. The very thought, even though it might be
easier on the kits and myself, seems revolting to me; too unnatural.”
“Your
maternal instincts are kicking in.”
Narumi reasoned knowingly. “I had
another woman who couldn’t stand the thought of being cut open and not being
able to have her child in her arms the moment it was born. I am in agreement about foregoing the
cesarean because I can’t take you to a hospital to deliver little babies with
fox ears and tails; and I don’t like the thought of operating here, too many
things could go wrong.
“Have you
considered an epidural?”
Again Kurama made a face and shook her head.
“The last things
I wish to discuss before I start the exam are these lists.” Narumi dug through his bag for a folder. Once
he found it he pulled out a two separate pieces of paper and gave it over to
the vixen, who inspected their contents curiously. “The first is a list of supplies you need
some, of course, are no-brainers such as baby cloths, diapers so on and so
forth. I recommend that you get
everything on that list even if it sounds weird, they all have their uses.”
“Then I
suppose ‘sherry’ isn’t for an after birth cocktail?” Kurama asked,
looking up from the first list with a bit of a smile making her doctor laugh.
“The second
list is things you can do to prepare your body for the birth. Since you are carrying triplets and there is
limited space inside of your body your kits will be smaller and a bit easier to
deliver, as in you won’t tear. But,
there are going to be three separate deliveries and that in itself will take a
toll on your body. So it would be in
your best interest if you are as prepared as possible.”
Kurama nodded and after scanning the second list quickly
she placed both of them in the bedside table drawer. When she turned back to Narumi, the doctor
had a bit of a surprise. Kurama’s eyes lit up excitedly when she realized what was
in the doctor’s large hands.
Pictures! Sonogram pictures! Kurama held them
side by side and stared down at the outlines of her kits. Their little spinal cords and skulls; there
was a tail curling up between a pair of tiny, chubby legs. OH and those little ears! Kurama didn’t have
to be told that she was beaming from ear to ear. Her kits were tiny and perfect and Kurama could wait to hold them in her arms.
After a few
long moments Kurama put her pictures aside so that
Narumi could examine her. Like the last
exam and almost everyone before it Narumi listened to the heartbeats in turn
and then gave the stethoscope over to Kurama so that
she could hear the heartbeats for herself. When the doctor got to the third kit
he left his instrument in place so that Kurama could
get a bit more reassured.
“This one
is going to be alright.” Kurama said with full confidence. “I won’t let it die.”
“I am very
hopeful for this one as well.” Narumi
agreed. “It seems to be gaining more
strength just as you are. You are doing
everything wonderfully I couldn’t be happier with your progress.”
::Half an hour later::
Dinner was
finished, as were the dishes. There was
nothing to be cleaned nor did anyone feel like training or sparing. All that summed up to a very lazy evening for
everyone in the temple. Evenings such as
these were welcomed with opened arms for although all of Kurama’s
friends were excited about the birth of the kits, they also knew that it would
be a long time before they would have quiet, lazy evenings again. although, it wasn’t totally quiet for Shizuru had surprised the boys by showing up with a couple
six packs of beer and three full bottles of Captain Morgan and at the moment Kuwabara and Yusuke were in the middle of a heated debate
and the fact that Yusuke (and Shizuru) were both a
hair’s breath away from being smashed and Kuwabara,
who never was all that much of a drinker, had a nice buzz going, only made the
situation louder and more amusing. There
was a bet going on, as there almost always are when a woman is pregnant, as to
what the gender of the kits would be.
Yusuke was steadfastly standing behind his bet that all of the kits
would be male. Kuwabara
chose just the opposite, because Yusuke wanted to see all boys he decided to
make a bet upon Kurama’s having all girls.
“It says in
baby books that for girls, the mother usually carries high and gets worse
morning sickness.” Keiko commented from
where she was reading one of the books she had snagged from Kurama
earlier that week. “For boys, the mother
usually carries low and retains fat in her buttocks. But, since Kurama
is having triplets, I can’t say if those guesses are accurate.”
“Well,”
Yusuke hiccupped and pointed at both Narumi and Kurama,
who were making their way down the hall.
“Here she comes let’s ask.”
“Ask
what?” Kurama
asked hesitantly after hearing Yusuke slurred voice and seeing the empty beer
cans and Captain Morgan bottles in front of him.
“Lemme see your ass!”
Yusuke demanded.
“Excuse
me?” Kurama
blinked.
“We wanna know if you’re having boys or girls and we wanna see your ass cause if you have a big, bubble booty
then you’s havin boys. And I want to win the bet so lemme see your ass.”
Kurama glared at her drunken friend.
“You know
there is another way,” Keiko spoke up quickly.
“Does your tummy look more like a beachball or
a football?”
“I’m
carrying triplets!” Kurama
exploded, only slightly miffed. “My
stomach resembles a BLIMP!”
“Well, let’s
see if your ass looks like one too.”
Yusuke reasoned.
Kurama’s glare turned deadly, “I am not showing you’re my
rear! And what’s more, I hope that when Keiko decides she wants children she
puts you in a coma!” the vixen pivoted and stormed back to her own room where
she all but slammed the door and instantly locked it.
“You dimwit! Kurama is already self-conscious about her appearance
enough she doesn’t need you making fun of her!”
Genkai suddenly appeared behind Yusuke to
smack him upside his head.
“Wha?” Yusuke blinked at the little old woman and held
his hands protectively over his head.
“What’d I do?”
“You made
an ass out of yourself, my friend.”
Narumi couldn’t help but chuckling.
“What
mistake?” Yusuke hiccupped again trying
to look at the doctor and going cross-eyed.
“How come there’s two of you?”
“My friend
I’d hate to be you tomorrow morning.”
“How come?”
“You’ll
find out soon enough.” With that said
Narumi said his good-byes and left.
::Two hours later::
Yusuke had
sobered up a bit by the time Hiei arrived with Shura. He was sitting
on the porch when Puu landed in front of him ‘Puu’ed excitedly, the very sound of his spirit beast’s high
pitched call made Yusuke’s head spin.
“Hey
guys.” He greeted in a low tone.
“What the
hell is wrong with you?” Hiei asked, not that he really cared or anything, but he
might as well ask.
“I think I
said something that I shouldn’t have while I was drunk.” Yusuke explained. “And I don’t know if I already have a
hangover or if my head hurts like this cause Kuwabara
used it for a punching bag. And I wish I
knew what I said. Though I think it had
something to do with Kurama, or someone’s ass . . .
and that only confuses me.”
Hiei blinked, and I
thought Mukuro didn’t make sense. He thought with a mental shake of his head. He looked back to the goatling
who was standing stiffly behind him.
“Come on inside.”
When Shura hesitated Puu rubbed his
blue feathered cheek against Shura’s. The young goat looked up at the bird; he just
couldn’t make his legs move. Puu seemed to understand, he lowered his head, placing his
head against Shura’s back and buttocks he gave the
child a gentle, yet firm push toward the door and made an encouraging sound in
the back of his throat. He followed Hiei toward the front door and was joined by Yusuke, who
for some reason unknown to Shura, seemed to be hiding
behind the short Jaganshi just as much as he was.
Upon
entering, Shura removed his shoes (as he knew was
customary) and instantly felt all eyes turn to the three of them, he was mostly
in the shadows so no one saw him at first, though they did greet Hiei with muted tones and most of the females glared at
Yusuke. Shura
shivered, females humans are frightening creatures. When Hiei stepped
out of the shadows of the dim doorway and into the soft lamplight of the living
room Shura again found himself hesitating. His violet eyes darted around the room in a
desperate search for Kurama. He startled when Yusuke placed a large hand
on the small of his back to give him a gentle push toward the strangers who, Kurama had told him on many occasions, she considered
family.
“Say ‘hi’
to Shura guys.”
Shura stepped into the lamplight, his back was still stiff
and straight, and his eyes darted around nervously. He bowed to them and got a warm greeting in
return. Guided by Yusuke’s gentle hand
and somewhat reassured by the warmth of the greeting he just received, Shura found himself relaxing somewhat, though he really
wished that Kurama was present for he was most
anxious about her reaction. All the
while he was flying with Hiei, who was silent the
entire time after he explained about Kurama’s current
situation, Shura was dreading being reunited with Kurama. What if she
didn’t want him around? What if he
reminded her too much of his sire? What
if, what if, what if. Shura nearly drove himself crazy with all the ‘what
ifs’. Now that it was time to face the
vixen, the thought made the goatling sickeningly
anxious all over again.
“It’s too
bad Kurama has locked herself in her room.” Keiko growled at her boyfriend. Then in a more pleasant tone aimed at Shura, “She is going to be delighted to see you.”
“You really
think so?” Shura
asked in a low, cautious voice.
Keiko
nodded with a smile. “Of
course.”
“Is she
still brooding about that kit?” Hiei asked Genkai. He was debating waking his make up so that he
could surprise her with Shura.
“Why don’t
you ask Yusuke?” She replied.
“Because he
already stated that he couldn’t remember the events of this evening.”
“In a
nutshell, he got drunk and pissed Kurama off.”
“How?” Hiei asked while gifting Yusuke with a
icy glare.
“OH!” Yusuke’s eyes widened in
stunned disbelief. “I didn’t
really ask Kurama to show me her ass, did I?”
“You did
you insensitive prick!” Shizuru snapped.
“Hey I
don’t want to hear it from you!” Yusuke
retorted. “You were just as smashed as I was!”
“HUH?” Both Shura and Hiei asked at the same time.
“They were
trying to see if an old wives tale was true so they could figure out the gender
of Kurama’s kits.”
Yukina explained in a soft voice.
“You imbecile.” Hiei growled.
“Since she’s in a bad mood waking
her would be a bad idea. Would you mind
waiting till tomorrow to see her? Genkai asked Shura who shook his
head. “Well then, we should figure out
the sleeping arrangements. All the rooms
are currently taken so, how about Keiko moving in with Yukina
that way Kuwabara can share Yusuke’s room and Shura can have his.
That way Shizuru’s room still has room for Botan when she comes for the birth.”
“Ano,” Everyone was about
to start rearranging their rooms until Yukina’s soft
voice stopped them. “Instead of
upsetting Yusuke and Keiko’s room why doesn’t Kazuma
share mine?”
Although every eye in the room had
widened considerably, it was Kuwabara’s which widened
the most. He blinked at his petit lover
in shock.
“You’re really alright with
that?” He asked.
Yukina
blessed her love with a blinding smile and nodded.
“Just remember,” Shizuru whispered
sharply when they all parted move everyone’s stuff about. “I still have my knife. And I don’t even have to tell you that Hiei still has his sword.
You touch his little sister and he and I both will make sure that you
never see a bulge in your pants EVER again.”
Kuwabara
pulled his arm away from his sister’s nails.
“What kinda man do you take me for?” He growled.
“I won’t touch her until there is a ring on both our fingers and she and
I are both ready for it and the repercussions of it! Though I am so glad you have so much faith in
me!”
With that he stomped out of the
room, leaving a somewhat started Shizuru in his wake.
::Earily the next morning::
Kurama
awoke to find herself curled in her mate’s warm embrace. She smiled to herself, wondering just when Hiei got back and wither he broke the lock on the door or
if he used the window to enter their room.
She nuzzled close to her mate, who tightened his arms in response. She then started placing warm fluttering
kisses over the small demon’s calm heart beat.
Hiei groaned low in his throat and buried his
hands in Kurama’s silky hair.
“Welcome back.” Kurama whispered.
“Hn.”
“You always did have such a way
with words.” Kurama
quipped.
“I see you are in better spirits.”
“I am hopeful for my kit. It doesn’t seem as weak as I first
feared. Narumi is also confident that it
will survive.”
“And about
Yusuke?”
“Being a buffoon is part of
Yusuke’s charm. He was drunk and meant
nothing by it. I was childish to act the
way I did. So, was there anything new in
the Makai? How
is Mukuro faring?”
“How did you know I went there?”
“Genkai
told me that you had business with Mukuro and you
would return within a day. Plus even if
she didn’t tell me, you still smell of the Makai.”
“No there is nothing new, I only
went to check on Yomi’s current activity.”
“And?”
“Nothing out of
ordinary.”
“Ah.”
“Mukuro
has everyone she can watching him. If he
makes a move she will know of it and she will tell me. Yomi won’t harm you
or your kits ever again.”
“You’re such a sweetheart.” Kurama gave her
mate a quick peck on the lips before getting up to see about breakfast before Hiei could start grumbling.
There was a delicious smell coming
from the kitchen. Kurama’s
mouth watered instantly in response to the wonderful aroma. She stepped into the brightly lit room to
find Yusuke transferring bacon from the frying pan to a plate that was already
piled high with the wonderful, crispy pork.
Someone else, Kurama had guess to be Yukina, was poking their head inside of the fridge. Yusuke must have felt Kurama’s
emerald eyes on his back for he spun around and smiled sheepishly at his
friend.
“Uh, morning.”
“Good morning. What possessed you to get up so early?”
“I felt really bad for what I said
yesterday.” Yusuke explained. “And I figured that making a special
breakfast would be a good start at apologizing correctly. I’m sorry.”
Yusuke held out the plate of bacon as a peace offering. “I wasn’t the only one who had the idea of
making you a special breakfast.”
Kurama,
who was enjoying her piece of bacon, dunked it in grape jelly, made a
questioning sound around her mouthful of meat.
Her eyebrows melded together in confusion. Yusuke nodded toward the fridge and the
person hiding behind its door. The door
closed and Kurama gasped.
“Shura!?!”
!
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