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[October 16] [Yu Yu Hakusho] Jet-setting
Title: Jet-setting
Day/Theme: October 16 / Milan, Japan
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Hiei, Mukuro
Rating: PG
21:01
The boot fit. Hiei couldn’t see what her problem was.
“Well?” he prompted testily.
She looked up from her foot, her lone blue eye unfathomable. Her other eye was hidden under a leather patch, the fall of her burnished hair hiding it together with the rest of her scarred face. Plastic surgery had always been an option of hers, but if anybody suggested such a thing----of course, no one would ever dare----she’d sniff derisively. It was her badge, she always said.
“Are you done?” he grounded out.
“Yes.” Without ceremony, she pulled off the boot, slipped her foot back into her own shoe, and sauntered out the boutique. A baleful look from him had the over-decorated shopkeeper scampering back to her desk and not after his boss for a final exchange of tiresome pleasantries.
“You’re not buying, Mukuro?” he asked levelly as he slipped into his black trench coat. He was very good at speaking levelly, even while struggling with an insatiable urge to decimate things. It was an impressive skill he had, really, considering he could take down skyscrapers, if he was really irritated.
“No. Let’s go to the Tokyo branch.”
“Milan, New York, Paris... What’s the difference?”
“Cheaper.”
With his Hannibal Lecter eyes, he glanced back at the store, remembering the price tag that screamed $5000. He doubted it differed by much elsewhere in the planet, besides by currency.
“And I like the stitch better.”
“Hn.”
“I’m the daughter of a mafioso. Inheriting at least some class from the bastard’s certainly in order.”
“You don’t have the right coloring for it.” He was referring to her red hair.
She shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect.”
“We’re going back to Japan?” he asked his boss. His more pertinent question was left unsaid. Was the Yakuza leader ready to go back to her underground kingdom and reclaim control?
“Yes, I really like those boots. Reminds me of Yomi’s ears.” Yomi was the head of a rival Yakuza group. “It’s the texture, I think.”
He snorted.
“I’m free now,” she said seriously, as she started walking down the snowy sidewalk. “I’m not foolish enough to put on shackles that were already broken once.”
“Hn.”
“Your fault, if I recall,” he thought he heard her say, but an icy blast of air blew away her words. “We’ll walk to Times Square.”
As if he had any choice. Hiei glared up the feathery gray skies, then lazily followed his filthy rich master.
~22:01
Day/Theme: October 16 / Milan, Japan
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Hiei, Mukuro
Rating: PG
21:01
The boot fit. Hiei couldn’t see what her problem was.
“Well?” he prompted testily.
She looked up from her foot, her lone blue eye unfathomable. Her other eye was hidden under a leather patch, the fall of her burnished hair hiding it together with the rest of her scarred face. Plastic surgery had always been an option of hers, but if anybody suggested such a thing----of course, no one would ever dare----she’d sniff derisively. It was her badge, she always said.
“Are you done?” he grounded out.
“Yes.” Without ceremony, she pulled off the boot, slipped her foot back into her own shoe, and sauntered out the boutique. A baleful look from him had the over-decorated shopkeeper scampering back to her desk and not after his boss for a final exchange of tiresome pleasantries.
“You’re not buying, Mukuro?” he asked levelly as he slipped into his black trench coat. He was very good at speaking levelly, even while struggling with an insatiable urge to decimate things. It was an impressive skill he had, really, considering he could take down skyscrapers, if he was really irritated.
“No. Let’s go to the Tokyo branch.”
“Milan, New York, Paris... What’s the difference?”
“Cheaper.”
With his Hannibal Lecter eyes, he glanced back at the store, remembering the price tag that screamed $5000. He doubted it differed by much elsewhere in the planet, besides by currency.
“And I like the stitch better.”
“Hn.”
“I’m the daughter of a mafioso. Inheriting at least some class from the bastard’s certainly in order.”
“You don’t have the right coloring for it.” He was referring to her red hair.
She shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect.”
“We’re going back to Japan?” he asked his boss. His more pertinent question was left unsaid. Was the Yakuza leader ready to go back to her underground kingdom and reclaim control?
“Yes, I really like those boots. Reminds me of Yomi’s ears.” Yomi was the head of a rival Yakuza group. “It’s the texture, I think.”
He snorted.
“I’m free now,” she said seriously, as she started walking down the snowy sidewalk. “I’m not foolish enough to put on shackles that were already broken once.”
“Hn.”
“Your fault, if I recall,” he thought he heard her say, but an icy blast of air blew away her words. “We’ll walk to Times Square.”
As if he had any choice. Hiei glared up the feathery gray skies, then lazily followed his filthy rich master.
~22:01