Kurama and Hiei Visit bane.. the EX-art student.
By BANE Huntress
Imagine it... A dark cold night, snow covered
everything even the roads of the small mangy village in the middle
of the English Pennines hill's. Fog blocked even the houses across
the one main road province, the hill's opposite were lost from all
view, not even the few street light's could be seen.
The sky filled with an eerie orange glow as the street
light just outside reflects of the crisp whiteness. Making the cold
dark night seem warm.
The sound of furious typing can be heard and the soft chuckle's
and curses of a demented woman can be heard on the crisp night
A signal light on it a room that is so crammed full of videos,
book's and knickknack's one dares not tread but on the path's of the
faded ancient blue carpet. Incas of mishap or screams of pain.
The only occupant of the room is sat at an old kitchen
worksurface, that look's as if it's propped up by folders and yet
more book's and has seen better day's.
She sit's there with her back to the closed door, the
light of a monitor lighting her face as she throws another lock of unruly
long blond hair over her shoulder and pushes her glasses back onto
She stub's yet another butt-end into an already over
flowing ash try, that rarely see's ash.
The wall before her is crammed full of pitchers of her favourite
anime guy's, some are over lapped as it seemed another image has court
her fancy more. Old Whitby Goth weekend ticket's cling to there
blue-tack for dear life or be lost to the mortal world in the hectic
jumble of sketchpad's and other artistic paraphernalia.
The woman smile's to herself as she turns slowly to
look at you.
"OK... So I'm bored with writing this..." She
grins, "Are you going to stop with the commentary Kurama or do
I have to hit you with something?"
Kurama flopped down on Bane's bed with a deep sigh.
"Just trying to help with your creative writing.. Your normally
so dreadful at it." he eye's the small arsenal of sword's hung
not an arm's length away from where Bane sat.
Bane rolls her eye's as she turns back to the monitor,
"Ya well... I'm not a MOOD setting writer... Chara interest me
more than what something bloody well looks like."
"Language S... Bane!" Kurama said as he tries
to sit up but the bed is to soft for anything but lounging.
"Sod the buggerin language!..." she frowned
and suddenly turned to her guest. "And I writing this in your
3rd person or mine?"
Kurama stands up and looks at the monitor, leaning over
"Umm?..." he reed's the text with avid
interest, biting on his lip.
"Well?" Bane asks impatiently.
"I think it's mine..." he frowned.
"Maybe you lost it a bit there.. see it's all my 3rd person
now." he smiled triumphantly as he poked his fingers into the
rat's cage. letting there little feet grab his fingers and lick furiously
at him. "these two are bigger than last we met... Or is that
"You leave Jeark and Nasumi alone you!" Bane
said with more furies typing. from behind him, "there just a
bit phobic of the out side world that's all!"
Kurama sat on the squat wooden pub stool.
"So why are you hear?" Bane asked over her
shoulder, giving him a bored look.
Kurama smiled sweetly. "Just wondering if
Bane quickly turned back to her comp in annoyance.
"No I'm not working on the last part of East meet's West... I'm
working on them two over there now." She flicked her newly rolled
lit cigarette to a dark corner of the room where two figures were quite
Kurama frowned. One had really long white blond hair,
and two huge wings sprouted from his back brushing the huge Wembley
stadium 1995 Bon Jovi concert poster that lingered on the ceiling.
He was dressed in a long white robe that was in the prose's of being
lifted by the other figure.
The other also had long hair, but it was black, he wore
what looked like a loos black Tunic and tight black pant's.
Kurama court a glimpse of red in his eye's as he managed
to get a hand under the angels robe.
"OY!" Bane snapped making them all jump.
"What have I TOLD you about THAT in here?" She cast them a
side way's glair.
The angel looked genuinely embarrassed while the other
grinned. "Sorry My Lady"
"Cant you leave off him for more than five minuet's?"
she growled, then rolled her eye's as the black haired one shook his
head with another wide grin.
"You wrote us this way.. deal with it!" he chortled
as the angel tried hard not to laugh.
Bane looked thoughtfully at her monitor then said in a
slow carefully calm voice. "You know something?..." she
said taking a drag from her cigarette. "I'm sure, even though Microsoft
work's isn't working and I cant at this time access your
files." another drag of the cigarette. "I'm sure I haven't
written you meeting Teerina's farther yet?... I'm thinking he might
have a disliking to you and castrate you on the spot for defiling
the treasure of the realm... hmm." she mused.
The angel, Teerina, blanched visibly, and the high
colour their other demon had quickly paled to white.
Bane looked at them slowly, "try me..."
The darker demon growled something. then took the
angel's hand and began pulling him towards the door. "ok, ok so
well leave you to it..."
He stopped infront of Kurama and gave him a sympathetic
look. "Least there's not much she can do to you..."
Kurama smiled "You mean what she hasn't don already?" he
couldn't help but ask.
The demon just grinned as he dragged Teerina from the
Kurama looked back to Bane as she stretched her arm's
above her head.
"So what else are you doing other than boring the
readers to death right now?..." he asked as he stood. "I mean
this isn't even funny!"
Bane grumbled... "Piss off"
Suddenly the door flue open again and Hiei came in dragging
a rather bemused long haired young man in, dressed in what
looked like some old white uniform.
Hiei throw the man on the pile of 'to be washed' clothes. "I found this stood in the kitchen talking to your
Bane looked surprised as the man stood and brushing
himself, then straightend his platinum blond hair back into place,
and sorted out his long fringe.
Kurama had to admit this man was stunningly hansom, and
more of Bane's type than he was, he surmised even his Youki form
would have some difficulty competing with this individual.
"What do you think you were doing!" The young
man snapped at Hiei.
Kurama had to blush, even the man's voice held a hind
of beauty, and conjured up dark and naughty thought's.
"If this wench...!" Hiei thumbed at Bane who
just couldn't seen to take her eye's of the newcomer. "Is more concentrated
on you then she will keep her filthy imagination off My
Kurama grinned and bit back his reply 'my Hero' before Hiei decided to hit him.
"What are you talking about child! I was summoned
by the BANE Huntress, and even I'm not naive enough to miss a chance
when she is interested in one!" The young man said as he
slicked a lock of hair over his shoulder.
Kurama was feeling weak in the knees , this man oozed authority and a regal prowess fit for any king in some fairy tail.
Even though his beauty was overwhelming his manliness was as equally
present, if not more so. Kurama felt his heart quicken.
"Like I give a toss!" Hiei growled as he
began to draw his sword. "And WHAT did you call me!?"
Kurama put a restraining hand on Hiei's shoulder, taking
a step forward he couldn't help. "Hiei, calm he meant nothing by it... I
don't think he comes from an Anime with demons in
it..." Then he looked back up at the man... And he had to
remember to breath. Rich crystal blue eye's burned into his own.
"Who are you?" The man frowned, though there
was still a lingering anger in his eye's Kurama though quite endearing.
"My name is Kurama..." he said trying to keep
his voice calm, as he held his hand to him, "Umm.. Who are
The man shook his hand firmly, then to Kurama's annoyance
let it go. "My name.." He gave a quick bow, "Is
Milliardo Peacecraft. But people know me as Zech Marpguise."