Almost to the end of The Beginning
Sep. 17th, 2003 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76I know the viewpoint slips around in this, but I've decided to keep it in the story and edit it later.
"Well, I'm off!" Kazuma declared cheerfully, standing up.
Urameshi, though, seemed to have other ideas and grabbed his arm across the counter, forcing him back into his seat. "If I gotta stay and watch, so do you!" the demon-lord-cum-ramen-stall-owner hissed at his friend.
Glaring back at Urameshi, Kazuma delicately removed his arm from Urameshi's grasp and sat back down.
"A kitsune ramen, please," Sumeragi requested, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Kurama. "I like kitsune ramen," the onmyouji defended himself from his ancestor's amusement.
"So do I," Kurama mildly replied. "It's not a fault."
"One ramen, coming right up!" Yuusuke said, turning to his equipment but keeping an open ear pointed toward the two.
Sumeragi watched him. "Have I wandered into some area of Tokyo where demons congregate without knowing I was doing so?"
Yuusuke laughed. "Long story. I used to be human, until I died twice. Kurama's gt no such excuse."
"And at that, neither Hiei nor Yukina-chan are here," Kurama agreed. "It's only you and I here who've got demon blood tonight."
"We all work part-time as investigators for the Reikai," Kazuma informed the onmyouji.
"Ah." The man stared at his hands for a long moment. "I never thought it was real," he finally said, voice quiet. "I never thought that Seimei's mother really was a kitsune."
"Myobu," Kurama corrected. Three pairs of eyes fixed on the redhead. He smiled at them all and shrugged a little. "Inari-sama's service is still important, after a thousand years. At least this explains why you bolted after dinner last night."
"Well, I'm off!" Kazuma declared cheerfully, standing up.
Urameshi, though, seemed to have other ideas and grabbed his arm across the counter, forcing him back into his seat. "If I gotta stay and watch, so do you!" the demon-lord-cum-ramen-stall-owner hissed at his friend.
Glaring back at Urameshi, Kazuma delicately removed his arm from Urameshi's grasp and sat back down.
"A kitsune ramen, please," Sumeragi requested, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Kurama. "I like kitsune ramen," the onmyouji defended himself from his ancestor's amusement.
"So do I," Kurama mildly replied. "It's not a fault."
"One ramen, coming right up!" Yuusuke said, turning to his equipment but keeping an open ear pointed toward the two.
Sumeragi watched him. "Have I wandered into some area of Tokyo where demons congregate without knowing I was doing so?"
Yuusuke laughed. "Long story. I used to be human, until I died twice. Kurama's gt no such excuse."
"And at that, neither Hiei nor Yukina-chan are here," Kurama agreed. "It's only you and I here who've got demon blood tonight."
"We all work part-time as investigators for the Reikai," Kazuma informed the onmyouji.
"Ah." The man stared at his hands for a long moment. "I never thought it was real," he finally said, voice quiet. "I never thought that Seimei's mother really was a kitsune."
"Myobu," Kurama corrected. Three pairs of eyes fixed on the redhead. He smiled at them all and shrugged a little. "Inari-sama's service is still important, after a thousand years. At least this explains why you bolted after dinner last night."
