[Yu Yu Hakusho] Christmas ficlets!

[darlingfox]

Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi


For aedictus.
Koenma on his stance against his father's latest decisions.

A/N: I swear to the deity of your choice that this isn't meant to be anything shippy.


"Koenma-sama?"

Koenma doesn’t need to look up to know who it is and he would know it even without the words. The heavy hand on his shoulder is as familiar as his own face and much more comforting. During their centuries together Koenma has become attached to the oni – Jorge, of course Koenma knows his name -, however annoying he can be, because he has given Koenma what his father never has. Attention, scolding, an ability to feel shame. Appreciation and moments Koenma looks back with a smile. And the closest thing to a friendship that Koenma has ever had.

"Sir?"

But there is always that. A little word that creates a gap wider than they can ever hope to cross. Koenma wonders if that’s another reason he will do this. If they can never be friends, it just could be better to add the distance between them. Then, sitting on his father’s, his, throne, Koenma wouldn’t have to worry whether Jorge will be disappointed or not because why would he matter? Deep inside his heart, however, Koenma knows this isn’t true. There are other reasons and getting rid of Jorge isn’t and won’t be one of them.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

What else could he do? He will try to take his father’s position, to be King Enma in King Enma’s place. To prevent his father from doing horrible decisions, to save the worlds and lives that would be otherwise lost. To began a new era, to turn a new leaf of the great book and to make the future his and better. Perhaps to gain his Reikai Tantei's honest respect and to see the pride on Jorge’s face.

"The right thing."



For _chibikoneko_.
Youko Kurama, Hiei, "embrace"


"Kurama," Hiei said in a conversational tone which was, Yuusuke admitted, not a little feat considering his current position.

Kurama hummed, looking disgustingly warm and comfortable from the tips of his pointy ears to his furry boots. White, of course, just like everything in here, and Yuusuke cursed for the hundredth time himself and his stupid let’s-go-and-explore-my-kingdom idea. Who knew half of it was covered on ice?

Well, Kurama and Hiei obviously. Yuusuke shot a dark look towards the demons in question. Unlike Kurama, Hiei looked really, really odd in white. However, Yuusuke had been forced to keep his mouth shut because he knew he looked worse. And he was wearing as much fur and layers as Kurama was while Hiei had been stalking around half-naked during his morning exercises, not even bothering to pretend that the cold bothered him, too. Stupid fire-demon.

"Yes, Hiei?" Kurama inquired when it was clear that Hiei refused to acknowledge a mere hum as an answer.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

It was quite obvious from the way Kurama clutched Hiei, Yuusuke thought and envied the Youko. He should have realised himself that possessing the warmest object around was the most sensible thing to do when one was sitting in a freezing cave and waiting for a blizzard to pass.

"Keeping myself warm," Kurama answered cheerfully and buried his nose in black hair. "Have I ever told you that you smell nice? And you’re very, very hot."

Yuusuke suspected the Youko was talking both literally and figuratively.



For viridian_magpie
Kuronue, Youko Kurama, "cramped space"


The bastard is laughing.

Not that I can see or hear him, but I just know it. I can feel it. The air hums of his merriment and I swear I’ll rip his pointy ears from his head when this is over.

"It wasn’t my fault," he dares to say in a friendly tone.

"Follow me, Kuronue," I quote, imitating his voice. "It’s not a high drop."

"Well, it wasn’t." Finally he appears, straightening his back from the crouch he was forced to bend to fit under me. "I just forgot you have wings."

"How can you forget something like that?!" I demand and then take a deep breath. Calm down, breathe. "Wait, don’t answer. Just help me down and I may force myself to not to remember your utter stupidity." In a few hundred years, I add silently.

"Watch it, Kuronue, or I just might leave you hanging there." And then I’ll make him eat his ears. At least that’d wipe that smirk off his face.

"Kurama..." I growl a warning. Even my patience has limits and he’s reaching them quickly. Besides, my wings are beginning to ache.

"Oh, all right." His hand disappears in his hair and returns holding a little seed between a thumb and a forefinger. "This won’t take long," he says and flicks the seed under me.

Thick vines sprout from it and climb up the rough walls of the crack I’m stuck. I’m beginning to feel somewhat worried. I know what Kurama can do with those and while some of the things are very entertaining, I rather hope he isn’t going to use them on me. I like myself just the shape I am, thank you very much.

"What, exactly, are those doing?"

"Crunching the walls." Kurama shrugs and sits on a rock. "I figured it’d be the fastest way to free your wings and get you to the ground. And just so you know, you look ridiculous."




Merry Christmas, everyone!