a/n - Yay !!! I'm back with my 5th chappie !!!!!!! weirdo loser freak's taking over cause I can't write Hiei and Maeko fluff. She's gonna write this chapter cause I'm too lazy (HEY!!!!!!!!!! I didn't write that)
weirdo loser freak: HI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs out of breath* my musical influence today is..........I Hate Everything About You (3 Days Grace), Ohayou (Hunter x Hunter theme) and the whole Hybrid Theory cd (Linkin Park's first cd)
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Chapter 5. Love and Ramen?~~~
Hiei sighed as his jagan glowed, piercing through the darkness of the winter night. Even though it was well under 20รป, it all felt the same to the fire demon. His jet black hair and cloak billowed in the heavy wind.
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In front of the t.v, Maeko sat in her room with a bowl of steaming ramen. Picking up her chopsticks, she stared at the screen while whores yelled at their cheating boyfriends. "Hit them wit' the damn chair !!!!!" she shouted, noodles hanging from her mouth. Of course her ningin foster parents weren't home, they were as always.....at work. They didn't care if she was watching Jerry Springer or the Wiggles, only they blocked the channels with the murder case shows, cause her little foster brother was obsessed with them.
The front door's knock was heard throughout the residence. "Probably Suki or the police." she said to herself. On her way to answer the door, she dumped the empty container, which five minutes ago contained ramen, into the trash can. She forcefully opened the door, revealing a spike point of black hair. Maeko looked both ways to the side and could only see points of black hair. Then getting annoyed, she looked down. Hiei was standing at her doorstep. "Shorty." she said bluntly.
"Ningin." he replied in the same manner. He was 5'3" up to her 5'8".
"I already told you this. I ain't a damn ningin." she yelled at him. Glaring, she let him in the house. "Mailmen?" Hiei randomly asked, staring at her chest. Getting aggitatited, she slapped him, leaving a bright red mark on his left cheek.
"What the hell are ya talking 'bout?" she asked before Hiei pointed to her chest. On her black t-shirt, it had the words [evil scary mailmen are out to get me] written in white across the shirt.
"Why keep that fool of a girl a secret? She has to know that she is a B-class demon." Hiei retorted, moving the subject to Suki.
"How are ya so sure she's a B-class, shorty?" she asked him, being really sarcastic.
"Because that sarcasim is really making the statment a fact, bitch."
"I ain't a bitch." she shouted, clenching her fists. "Bastard" she added.
Hiei smirked. "Of course, D-class demons such as yourself are as stubborn as a jackasses."
This angered Maeko a lot, and usually she was always angry at something. She lunged at him, in her hand a shining black light glowed. Just as she was about to release the orb of energy, the front door's doorknob turned. "Oh shit." she stated before grabbing Hiei by the wrist and running upstairs. Maeko ran up the stairs and into her room. She slammed the door shut.
"Who was that, fool?" Hiei interrogated, pulling his wrist from Maeko's grasp. "Ningin foster grandma." she explained, before the energy orb appeared in her right palm again. The powerful attack hit Hiei directly in the chest, making his shirt rip into pieces. "You'll pay for that, bitch." he growled.
Maeko smirked, seeing the look on Hiei's face. Dashing over to her closet, she pulled out her kodachi and positioned it to Hiei's neck. "You have to promise not to tell Suki." she ordered him, threating with the kodachi.
The fire demon grabbed the blade with his hand and pulled it towards him. "Never. Kurama has to know too." Maeko pulled her kodachi back to her and left a deep gash in Hiei's right hand. "You promise now?"
Hiei grabbed his katana out from his cloak and aimed it towards Maeko. Pieces of metal hitting againest each other were heard for a couple of minutes. Maeko's arm had cuts that were bleeding badly but she didn't care. While Hiei still had the gash and a few scrapes on his arms and chest. "Give up yet?" she asked him, holding a dagger that she had pulled out of her pocket up to his chest as she snuck behind him. As tired as he was, Hiei nodded as she dropped both her weapons.
Sweat was rolling down their faces as Maeko suddenly pressed her lips againest his. The katana that Hiei held fell to the floor with a 'clunk'. His hands traveled down to her waist and wrapped around, leaving blood handprints on her t-shirt. Maeko deepened the kiss while her hands stayed around his shoulders. Suddenly a red-haired kitsune slammed open the door.
Kurama just starred at them. "Is this a bad time?" he asked. "Why Hiei. You're interfurring with the enemy."
"Shut up, baka kitsune." Hiei snapped. Kurama looked around the room and then at Hiei and Maeko. "What happened? And why don't you have a shirt on, Hiei?" he asked seeing crimson blood splattered everywhere, including their clothes.
Suki rushed into the room, only to blush madly, spotting that Hiei and Maeko were still in a tight embrace. She smiled brightly, holding a lollipop up to her mouth. "Why doesn't Hiei have a shirt on? What have you two been doing to each other? Wow. I can just imagine chibi Hieis and chibi Mae-chans together. They'll look sooooo cute and adorable."
This time it was Hiei and Maeko who blushed deep scarlet, only tried to cover it by yelling at her. "SHUT UP SUKI!!!!!!!!! I'M NOT GONNA..........(trying to NOT fill Suki's mind with perverted thoughts).....REPRODUCE ANYTIME SOON!!!!!!!!!" Maeko shouted, making the floor shake. Suki twitched at the word 'reproduce'.
"Then..........why doesn't Hiei have his shirt on? Why are your clothes bloody? Of course, no one knows HOW long you two have been up here alone." the blonde said really quickly like she always does.
"Wait. Why are you two here together?" Maeko asked, eyeing them suspisciusly.
"I don't know. We were just looking for you guys." Suki smiled, obviously not knowing what Maeko was impling about.
Maeko, Hiei and Kurama sweatdropped.
"Let's go Suki. We would not want to interrupt their future plans." Kurama tried holding back his laughter, only Suki couldn't hold back. "What are you talking about?" Suki asked Kurama, being naiv
weirdo loser freak: HI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs out of breath* my musical influence today is..........I Hate Everything About You (3 Days Grace), Ohayou (Hunter x Hunter theme) and the whole Hybrid Theory cd (Linkin Park's first cd)
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Chapter 5. Love and Ramen?~~~
Hiei sighed as his jagan glowed, piercing through the darkness of the winter night. Even though it was well under 20รป, it all felt the same to the fire demon. His jet black hair and cloak billowed in the heavy wind.
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In front of the t.v, Maeko sat in her room with a bowl of steaming ramen. Picking up her chopsticks, she stared at the screen while whores yelled at their cheating boyfriends. "Hit them wit' the damn chair !!!!!" she shouted, noodles hanging from her mouth. Of course her ningin foster parents weren't home, they were as always.....at work. They didn't care if she was watching Jerry Springer or the Wiggles, only they blocked the channels with the murder case shows, cause her little foster brother was obsessed with them.
The front door's knock was heard throughout the residence. "Probably Suki or the police." she said to herself. On her way to answer the door, she dumped the empty container, which five minutes ago contained ramen, into the trash can. She forcefully opened the door, revealing a spike point of black hair. Maeko looked both ways to the side and could only see points of black hair. Then getting annoyed, she looked down. Hiei was standing at her doorstep. "Shorty." she said bluntly.
"Ningin." he replied in the same manner. He was 5'3" up to her 5'8".
"I already told you this. I ain't a damn ningin." she yelled at him. Glaring, she let him in the house. "Mailmen?" Hiei randomly asked, staring at her chest. Getting aggitatited, she slapped him, leaving a bright red mark on his left cheek.
"What the hell are ya talking 'bout?" she asked before Hiei pointed to her chest. On her black t-shirt, it had the words [evil scary mailmen are out to get me] written in white across the shirt.
"Why keep that fool of a girl a secret? She has to know that she is a B-class demon." Hiei retorted, moving the subject to Suki.
"How are ya so sure she's a B-class, shorty?" she asked him, being really sarcastic.
"Because that sarcasim is really making the statment a fact, bitch."
"I ain't a bitch." she shouted, clenching her fists. "Bastard" she added.
Hiei smirked. "Of course, D-class demons such as yourself are as stubborn as a jackasses."
This angered Maeko a lot, and usually she was always angry at something. She lunged at him, in her hand a shining black light glowed. Just as she was about to release the orb of energy, the front door's doorknob turned. "Oh shit." she stated before grabbing Hiei by the wrist and running upstairs. Maeko ran up the stairs and into her room. She slammed the door shut.
"Who was that, fool?" Hiei interrogated, pulling his wrist from Maeko's grasp. "Ningin foster grandma." she explained, before the energy orb appeared in her right palm again. The powerful attack hit Hiei directly in the chest, making his shirt rip into pieces. "You'll pay for that, bitch." he growled.
Maeko smirked, seeing the look on Hiei's face. Dashing over to her closet, she pulled out her kodachi and positioned it to Hiei's neck. "You have to promise not to tell Suki." she ordered him, threating with the kodachi.
The fire demon grabbed the blade with his hand and pulled it towards him. "Never. Kurama has to know too." Maeko pulled her kodachi back to her and left a deep gash in Hiei's right hand. "You promise now?"
Hiei grabbed his katana out from his cloak and aimed it towards Maeko. Pieces of metal hitting againest each other were heard for a couple of minutes. Maeko's arm had cuts that were bleeding badly but she didn't care. While Hiei still had the gash and a few scrapes on his arms and chest. "Give up yet?" she asked him, holding a dagger that she had pulled out of her pocket up to his chest as she snuck behind him. As tired as he was, Hiei nodded as she dropped both her weapons.
Sweat was rolling down their faces as Maeko suddenly pressed her lips againest his. The katana that Hiei held fell to the floor with a 'clunk'. His hands traveled down to her waist and wrapped around, leaving blood handprints on her t-shirt. Maeko deepened the kiss while her hands stayed around his shoulders. Suddenly a red-haired kitsune slammed open the door.
Kurama just starred at them. "Is this a bad time?" he asked. "Why Hiei. You're interfurring with the enemy."
"Shut up, baka kitsune." Hiei snapped. Kurama looked around the room and then at Hiei and Maeko. "What happened? And why don't you have a shirt on, Hiei?" he asked seeing crimson blood splattered everywhere, including their clothes.
Suki rushed into the room, only to blush madly, spotting that Hiei and Maeko were still in a tight embrace. She smiled brightly, holding a lollipop up to her mouth. "Why doesn't Hiei have a shirt on? What have you two been doing to each other? Wow. I can just imagine chibi Hieis and chibi Mae-chans together. They'll look sooooo cute and adorable."
This time it was Hiei and Maeko who blushed deep scarlet, only tried to cover it by yelling at her. "SHUT UP SUKI!!!!!!!!! I'M NOT GONNA..........(trying to NOT fill Suki's mind with perverted thoughts).....REPRODUCE ANYTIME SOON!!!!!!!!!" Maeko shouted, making the floor shake. Suki twitched at the word 'reproduce'.
"Then..........why doesn't Hiei have his shirt on? Why are your clothes bloody? Of course, no one knows HOW long you two have been up here alone." the blonde said really quickly like she always does.
"Wait. Why are you two here together?" Maeko asked, eyeing them suspisciusly.
"I don't know. We were just looking for you guys." Suki smiled, obviously not knowing what Maeko was impling about.
Maeko, Hiei and Kurama sweatdropped.
"Let's go Suki. We would not want to interrupt their future plans." Kurama tried holding back his laughter, only Suki couldn't hold back. "What are you talking about?" Suki asked Kurama, being naiv