(And after this Yuu Yuu Hakusho entry, we will return to our regular posting.)
Disclaimer: Kenshin does not own the Yuu Yuu Hakusho characters (they are the property of Togashi Yoshihiro et al), and does not make any money from said characters. Don't sue.
What Kenshin does own, however, are all the original characters in this work. Any attempt to "borrow" these characters will be met with the katana, or worse.
As canon, I use a combination of the Japanese anime and the American manga. The events in Idiot Beloved take place right after the Dark Tournament; Firebird Sweet continues. Most of my shorter fics continue with that timeline.
Sidekick, in which I have fun with titles from classic cowboy movies, marks the conclusion of the Cowboy Trilogy. Hiei is now back in Japan, after Once Upon A Time In The West(to which he refers here). AND we re-introduce Kurama's viewpoint, which I've sorely missed.
Title: Sidekick (1: Call Me Gizmo)
Genre: Action/Adventure, Humor
Summary: Hiei's claiming to be a cowboy, Kurama's frazzled, and to top it off there's a haunted hotel. Could this assignment get any worse?
Upon his return from America, Hiei had been insufferable. I don't particularly care for this role-reversal. I prefer Hiei grumpy and easily provoked, not the other way round. It leaves me feeling childish, off-balance, all too ready with a defensive reply.
"I rode a race horse," Hiei added smugly.
"You did not."
"I did. Jockey Stomper. That should summarize it for you."
"When did you do this?"
"Where?" I challenged.
I said, intending sarcasm, "Did you win?"
"You never mentioned."
"You're not my nursemaid."
"Cowboys are not the same as jockeys," I said feebly.
"Excellent observation. I'm the cowboy, you're the sidekick. And as my sidekick, you need a sidekick name."
I shut my eyes. "This should be fun."
"Think I'll call you Gizmo."
"For all the junk you keep in your hair."
"Not this again," I said. "Do I bug you about your sword?"
"Seriously, do you ever wash it?"
"I wasn't aware your sword needed me to wash it."
Hiei was bulldog-persistent. "Or do you just re-load every time you take a shower?"
"Of what possible interest is the state of my hair?"
Hiei waved an eloquent hand. "Getting stuffy in here."
It was not stuffy. It was icy on this warm October day, another anomaly which set my teeth on edge. "Save that hostility for the opposition."
"Just passing the time," said Hiei.
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open. With growing apprehension, I stepped into the unknown, Hiei at my heels.
(To be continued: An unpleasant surprise awaits.)
They're not wearing cowboy hats, and these illos are on the old side. Still...
The tale is completed, and the rest is found here.
Thank you for your patience. Now, back to fountain pens.