I've got it. One year, one month, and nine days after "The Wrong Turns & Detours of Love" first appeared on the Internet, though itmade its appearance on this site a lot more recently,I have the first chapter of its sequel, "Jagamino."
Well then, I suppose before we start I should address a few things:
This story will center, until actions and details imply otherwise, around the the Jaganshi-Minamino twins, children of Hiei and Kurama, who made their appearance toward the end of "The Wrong Turns & Detours of Love." The twins are now in high school and have been raised by their grandparents, Shiori and Kazuya Hatanaka, as Hiei and Kurama have been dead for 16 years. If you read the story to which this one is sequel, you should already know this, and if you have not, you really should, because otherwise you will understand very little if anything at all that goes on in this story.
The only other detail I feel worth mentioning is the name change of Hiei and Kurama's daughter. In "The Wrong Turns & Detours of Love", she was originally named Takara. After hearing some input from the talented Mr. Fine, who knows Japanese and whom I can no longer find and and whose discussion and writing has and will be sorely missed, and the realization that I really didn't care much for the name Takara, the name of the girl twin has been changed to Rikou, which I find much more pleasant both in meaning and in sound (and I would like to think that if Mr. Fine were still around he would approve of this new name).
Now that I've addressed everything important that I can currently think of, I present to you Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: I do not own the idea, plot, or characters of the manga and anime Yu Yu Hakusho. The aforementioned item belongs to its creator Yoshihiro Togashi and not me; I merely borrow the characters to manipulate for my own amusement and leisure but do not make any money whatsoever off of it. However, the idea of the stories "The Wrong Turns & Detours of Love" and "Jagamino" and all original characters corresponding with both stories are mine, so please don't take them.
Jagamino
Chapter 1
December 17, 2005
"Argh!"
"Get out!"
"Pervert!"
"Ouch!"
The gym teacher, alarmed by this continuous series of shrieks, decided to investigate. "Ladies," he called, knocking on the door. "Is there a problem?"
The door opened, and the teacher was greeted by a red-faced, flustered girl still in her gym clothes, while behind her several other girls darted for cover to conceal their half-clothed bodies. "Ask him!" she roared furiously, shoving the apparent cause of the ruckus toward the teacher. She delivered a kick to the aforementioned person addressed as "him", and then the door slammed, muffling the angry chatter of the girls in the locker room behind it.
The teacher blinked, and then examined the spectacle before him with a scowl on his face.
The spectacle shifted on his feet, glanced around, and raised his hands as though in an effort to fend off the steely glare directed at him. "I know what you're thinking . . . But I can explain."
"Go to the principal's office, Takashi," said the teacher. "You can explain it to him."
"Uh, of course, sir," he remarked, trying to look as confident as he could, given his current apparel.
"And get dressed before you do!"
"Of course!" he retorted quietly, wondering how dumb the teacher thought him to be. He glared at the latter as he stalked back toward his office.
Snickering redirected his attention. He smiled slightly. "Did that amuse you?"
The other boy stood doubled over, body shaking as he laughed. "That was priceless!" he exclaimed. "But you did dig your own grave."
"More like you dug it for me," said Takashi. "So, are you still going to kill me?"
His companion, a boy named Kenji, shook his head. "Naw- I think this is more humiliating for you. 'Sides"- he pointed to Takashi's thigh- "it looks like those girls beat you up for me." There was an ugly purpling bruise on the side of his leg.
"Yeah . . . Vicious creatures, aren't they? You mind grabbing my clothes?"
"What? Too scared to go back in?" Kenji teased.
Takashi smiled helplessly, holding out his hands and splaying his fingers. "Haven't I had enough humiliation for one day? I'm a human being, Kenji; give me my dignity back." He made his tone sound as pathetic as possible.
Kenji rolled his eyes, though his face showed no contempt. "You're pathetic," he said affectionately. "Wait here."
Takashi crossed his arms and tapped his foot, for lack of anything to do. He turned his head and saw that a boy, an underclassman, lingered at the entryway to the gym, gawking at him. "What are you staring at?" he barked. "Nothing out of the ordinary here!"
The underclassman started, and immediately moved along. Though in his defense, one really couldn't blame him for having stared, for contrary to Takashi's statement, there truly was something out of the ordinary about seeing a teenage boy standing in the middle of the gym wearing nothing but a pair of emerald green briefs.
"Wait . . . Why were you in the girls' locker room?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds!" Takashi dramatically threw up his arms in frustration. "It was a gross misunderstanding! I'm the victim of too many assumptions!"
"Sound more like you're a pervert," said the girl, Rikou. She sat across from him, slouched, on a low set futon couch, wearing baggy black clothes currently littered with white cat fur, shed from the shaggy feline occupying her lap. "Cat, you're getting hair all over me," she observed mildly, pushing her own hair, a medley of raven and aqua strands, away from her face.
"Just push her off," Takashi muttered.
Green eyes narrowed slightly at the thought. "No," his sister said stubbornly. "I've never gotten her to behave this mellow before; she's usually very skittish. Kuwabara said she was abused before."
"And I'm not a pervert," he said. "I told you, it was a misunderstanding."
"Yeah, you keep saying that, but where's your evidence? Would you mind elaborating a little?"
"Fine; I will." He donned an indignant look. "This is what happened."
"It smells like ass in here!" bellowed Buma, an athletic-looking boy who appeared as though steroids were possibly a part of his daily diet.
"Then close your mouth, retard!" Kenji shouted from the other side of the room. He kicked back on the bench, resting his back against a row of lockers, eying his knee with an impassive look on his face. "Does this look infected?" he asked Takashi.
Takashi straddled the bench and leaned over, examining his friend's badly scraped knee. He made a face. "Man, that thing's already puss-ing up; you tell me."
"Great . . ." Kenji said unenthusiastically.
"Oh gross!" Buma yelled. "What are you doing, giving him a blow job?"
Kenji rolled his eyes. "Yeah, dumb ass. He's my bitch, and he's somehow blowing me with my pants on and his head by my knee; but what can I say, it's on of his talents."
"Oh sick!" the other boy ranted, while the majority of the locker room began to laugh.
"I don't know, Buma," somebody said. "I think they'd be a great couple. They could be Purple Pride and the Flamer."
Kenji uttered an annoyed sigh. "Maybe it's time I changed my hair color . . ."
"Don't go with pink if you hate being called 'Purple Pride'," Takashi said with a grin.
"I don't see why you guys are laughing!" Buma practically screamed. "They could rape any one of us right now!"
"How come it's always the ugliest guy around who thinks the gay guys are gonna rape him?" Takashi wondered as he began to undress.
"Speak for yourself," Kenji muttered from the bench.
"Oh come on Kenji," Takashi teased. "You're such a closet case!" He pronounced his s's with a slight, deliberate lisp.
"Knock it off," he warned the redhead.
"Don't be afraid!" Takashi continued. "Let me love you, Purple Pride!"
"Oh that is it!" Kenji scrambled to his feet. "You are so dead!"
"Aw shit!" the condemned boy exclaimed, grinning uneasily. "AW SHIT!" he repeated as Kenji lunged for him.
"Looks like trouble in paradise," someone laughed as Takashi darted for the door with Kenji in pursuit.
Takashi sprinted down the enclosed hallway running by the back of the locker rooms, the laundry room, and the gym teacher's office, feeling quite thankful he was faster than Kenji. "Kenji, you have no sense of humor!" he told the purple-haired boy as he spied a door and quickly disappeared behind it.
He turned around and paled. "Um, hi ladies," he stammered. "Ladies, I know what you're thinking, and I can explain . . . Ouch! You're not letting me explain!"
". . . Did it ever occur to you that running almost naked into the girls' locker room might be a bad idea?" Rikou asked.
"I thought it was the laundry room!" he exclaimed. "They're right beside each other; I expected to see dryers, not pissy half-naked girls!"
"Whoa!" a new voice, deep and masculine, said. "Did I come in on the wrong part of that conversation?"
"It was a complete misunderstanding!"
"What did the principal say?" Kuwabara asked.
"I have to come in early for the next week and apologize to each girl personally."
"Isn't that kind of light?"
"Assuming none of the girls kill him before he apologizes," Rikou said. "Or during. Or after."
"Apologizes for what?" asked a soft feminine voice.
"Going into the girls' locker room while they were changing," Rikou answered before Takashi could explain himself. "In only his underwear."
"What?" Blood-colored eyes suddenly narrowed. "Takashi!"
Smack!
"Ouch!" He held his cheek. "What was that for?"
"You can't go around treating women like that!" Smack. "Your family raised you to be better than that!" Smack.
"Oooh . . . Mood swing," Rikou observed. She slinked down the hall, closely followed by Kuwabara.
"Hey . . . Yukina! She made it sound worse than it is; it's a misunderstanding; I can explain!"
Rikou pulled out her I.D. and pinned it to her shirt. "There you go," she said, setting the cat down. "May I help you?" she asked the woman on the other side of the counter.
The woman read Rikou's tag. "Jaganshi-Minamino? Are you related to-?"
"Yukina- Ouch! You're not letting me explain!"
"Whoops! Wrong one." Rikou grabbed her school bag and exchanged her student I.D. for the one for Second Chance Animal Shelter.
The name on this one read as Rikou Jagamino.