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myOtaku.com: fireicedemon

Monday, December 13, 2004

next chapter!!!

Hiei sat in his room with the door locked because Kurama was standing outside, ready to intercept him in case he tried to do anymore ‘documentaries.’

He had a special shelf built to hold his collection of tapes- currently three.

He was putting a blank tape in his beloved camera. Once he was done, he held the camera up to his face. “Now today, we’re going to capture the exciting life of Koenma. Our main question- why does the Koenma brat always wear that huge hat? I wonder if he’s bald...?” He paused his speech to snicker. “Ok, then. Kurama’s outside my door, keeping guard in case I decide to go out. But, he leaves from time to time to eat and stuff, and he leaves at night to sleep. Bad move. The first night he was gone, I snuck out to the Makai so I could get some rations. I can live in my room for weeks! So tonight, we’re going to sneak out and give Koenma a little visit,” he said with an evil grin.

He turned the camera off and set to work on preparing the things he would need. String, gum, pre-sharpened pencils, thumb tacks, and various other things.

“Now, little prince, beware!” he exclaimed.

^_^

Later that night, Hiei was in his room, camera in hand. He had his eye pressed to the key hole in the door, watching Kurama. Kurama was getting very tired, and kept yawning and fighting his eyes to stay open. After a few minutes, he threw up his arms in subordination and started wandering down the hall toward his room.

“Now I’ll just wait for a half hour or so, and begin my hunt,” Hiei whispered.

Half an hour later, Hiei opened his door with a soft click. He looked around to make sure that no one was there and then darted down the hall toward Koenma’s office, camera on.

When he got there, he saw Koenma closing the massive door and locking it while talking to George. Hiei ducked behind the corner so they wouldn’t see them.

“...and you make sure that you stay by my door and guard it, ok, George? Kurama told me that he thought he heard Hiei mumbling something about striking tonight, and I don’t want to be targeted,” the young prince said.

“Yes, sir,” George replied, nodding his head.

Hiei silently laughed. “Georgie-boy, you don’t stand a chance against the wrath of Hiei,” he said under his breath.

Koenma and George walked off down the hall toward Koenma’s quarters. They were completely oblivious to the fire demon following in silent pursuit.

When they got to Koenma’s huge wing of the castle, Koenma went inside, making George promise once again that he would guard the door.

George sat down and cradled his head in his arms. He slowly closed his eyes and went into a light sleep.

“Show time,” Hiei said as he placed the camera in the middle of the hall. He went up to George and placed a damp cloth over his nose and mouth and waited until his head lolled to the side. “Sweet dreams, little oni,” Hiei snickered. He picked up the camera and advanced toward the floor-to-ceiling doors.

Hiei swung the colossal doors open and gasped in surprise. “Damn, he has his own castle in here!” he said.

The room was like a circular foyer, with a stained glass dome. The room stretched up for two stories, with a golden spiral staircase in the center. A platform spanned across from the landing of the stairs to the second floor. The walls were lined with panels, showing painted landscapes of the Makai. On one of them, there was a lady with a striking resemblance to Botan holding a bouquet of flowers and looking down at them. Along the far half of the room, ornate benches covered with fine silk covered the first three feet or so of the wall. The floor was covered in plush velvet. Some of the panels were movable, leading to different rooms of the downstairs.

Hiei stood transfixed. It was so peaceful; he wondered why Koenma spent so much of his time in his office instead of here. He saw out of the corner of his eye a chibi Koenma, toddling down the walkway to the stairs, clad in light green pajamas and one of those stocking caps that people used to wear to bed. (A/N: Kawaii!) His eyes were half closed and he was yawning every couple of feet.

Hiei slunk into the shadows. Koenma walked through one of the doors and came back a couple of minutes later carrying a glass of water. He ascended the stairs, and Hiei followed, keeping a safe distance.

Koenma toddled down many winding halls, and Hiei was beginning to wonder if he was lost from fatigue. They finally came to a set of doors that Koenma pushed open, revealing a room much like the foyer, only rectangular instead of round. The bed was a huge four poster, made of dark wood that was balanced with light khaki colored bed linens and canopy. There was a dusty sage green quilt folded neatly on the foot of the bed. The rest of the furniture was in the same wood tone as the bed, and the room in whole was decorated in earth tones. The same painting of ‘Botan’ that was in the foyer was hanging above the bed in a smaller size.

Hiei waited for Koenma to get into bed and fall asleep, which wasn’t very long, before entering the room and setting everything up. He took out a piece of gum and started chewing slowly. When it got to the right texture, he stuck it on the long piece of string and attached a paper clip bent like a hook to the gum. Silently, he put the string over one of the rungs of the canopy to act like a pulley effect. He left it there for a moment while putting the camera on the dresser to get a perfect view of the bed. “Time to go fishing,” he said, then went back to the end of the string and started to slowly lower it toward Koenma’s tiny sleeping figure.

When the paper clip hook caught on to the end of the hat, Hiei slowly pulled it up. “Now, for the moment of truth!” he said, then gasped as long, chocolate brown tresses protruded from underneath the hat.

“Damn... he has better hair than Kurama!” Hiei exclaimed.

Koenma started to wake up. When he felt the hair around his face, he sat up with a start. “My hat!” he yelled. When he saw Hiei, who was grounded to the spot in shock, he started shouting out a string of curse words in solid Japanese that would make Yusuke cringe.

“Hiei, you better have a very good explanation for this,” he said as he glared at the fire demon with all his worth.

“You... you have... long hair!” Hiei said with wide eyes.

Koenma snatched back his cap, curled up his hair bee hive style, and jammed the hat back on his head. “Yeah, you have a problem with that?”

“Well, I always thought you wore that stupid hat because you were bald or something... why do you wear it anyway?” Hiei asked.

“My father won’t let me cut it, so I hide it with a hat,” Koenma explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, yeah, but why would you want to hide it? It’s better than Kurama’s!” Hiei said.

“And look where Kurama’s hair got him! Everyone thinks he’s a she! I don’t want to look like a girl!” Koenma said.

Hiei looked at him with a flat look. “That’s your reason?”

Koenma looked at him through the corner of his eye. “And I look absolutely adorable in hats!”

Hiei sweatdropped. “Ok, then, I’ll just be letting myself out now,” he said, edging toward the door, discreetly picking up his camera and putting it behind his back.

“Ok, Hiei,” Koenma said with a yawn. “Hey! Wait! Did you get that on tape? Hiei? Hiei!!!!!”

But Hiei was already racing out the door.

Koenma with long hair *snickers* lol hope ya enjoyed! ^^

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