Kaleidoscope Eyes
or
Birth of the Psychodelic Fox
Chronicles of the Psychodelic Fox: Part 1a
YYH fic started at 12:30 a.m.(this will explain everything . . .really!)by Silverblade Shi-fox, Lemon no Miko
'Ya ever wonder what would happen if Inari got stoned?'
Notes: 1: as everyone knows, standard disclaimers apply. I wish I did own them(except for Niji, he's entirely my own twisted imagination's fault), but I don't, so don't spaz out.
2: yes, I know the Beetles weren't at Woodstock, it's called artistic license,deal with it!
3: and, if anyone cares, I'm a close friend of Koko-chan and Skippy the toad.
4: this part will not have any lemon or yaoi *gasp!* (well...maybe a *little*yaoi...) but others later in the "Chronicles" will. *maniacal laugh* oh they certainly will!!! *another maniacal laugh*
5: I WILL earn the title of 'Lemon no Miko,' *trust* me! *evil grin*Now, on with the show!
Inari woke up with the hangover from hell.
He idly wondered what it had been that he had been drinking, or smoking, or . .. . never mind, he didn't want to think about it too much, as his head had reached critical mass.
The mighty fox god, trickster of the heavens, retched until his stomach was satisfied and then lapsed back into unconsciousness.
When he woke up again, the headache hadn't much improved, but at least his stomach was happier. He decided that maybe food would help, and rung for one of his servants. The servant returned shortly with some bread and freshly roasted fowl of some sort. Inari thanked the child and tried to remember why he was hurting so much.
Oh, yeah. That ningen festival, what had it been called? Wood-something? Wood-bird? Wood-clock? Now he remembered! Woodstock! He tried to remember what had happened, but after the first couple of songs his memory got a bit hazy. Perhaps something to do with that oddly scented smoke that had been prevalent inthe air, especially by those ningens with the, what was it? Tie-dyed T-shirts and the beads. They were cool, a youko could really grow to like people that were so in tune with the natural world, that moved with the groove. Wait a minute . . . where had that phrase come from?
Probably residue from being with those ningens with their strange words and slang. But their music was quite interesting. Especially that one song that was still stuck in his head. How did it go? Lucy in the sky with diamonds . . . and something about a girl with kaleidoscope eyes. That was a neat image to think about. He remembered being very impressed with the song at the time but not much else. Oh well.
He raised his power to close the drapes but realized suddenly that most of his power had been drained away. What had he been DOING last night?! He decided that he really didn't want to know, as it had probably been quite embarrassing and idiotic. Inari sighed, closing his eyes, then winced as something cat-sized landed on his chest.
He muttered a curse and was about to ring for a servant to remove the feline when he remembered something: there were no cats in his palace. The impossible creatures didn't like him and the feeling was more than mutual. So what the hell had landed on his chest? He opened his eyes blearily and stared. He had to still be hallucinating! For on his chest, looking impossibly smug and even more impossibly perky, was a youko kit. With tie-dyed hair, ears, and tail. And silver skin. And kaleidoscope eyes.
"Hi daddy!" chirped the hallucination. And, for the second time that morning, Inari, God of the Foxes, Trickster of the Heavens, the Mighty Mischief Maker, passed out.
The kit looked at the miserable lump of hair, skin, and fur that was his father. And giggled. The lump opened his eyes again and moaned, glaring impartially around the room. Then directly at the kit.
"Hi papa! Why'd you pass out? Are you surprised to see me? You shouldn't be. Unless you got really wasted last night? I wonder what it's like to be totally wasted?" The kit looked thoughtful, as if trying to figure it out. "I don't think it must be nice if you feel so miserable afterwards. But are you happy to see me, daddy?"
Inari looked at the kit incredulously. "I'm dreaming, that's what this is, a nightmare." He was not to be so lucky. The kit looked petulant and nipped his hand. "OW! You little . . . .!"
"Nope, not a nightmare! Not a dream. 'M real as you are! Although some people don't think you're real, so does that mean you're only part real or that you're a figment of some people's imagination? I think that would be cool to be a figment of someone's imagination. You could do all sorts of stuff and blame it on them, because you're the figment of their imagination, after all. You have no control over your own actions . . . though that might not be good if it was real, cause then you could never do just what you wanted, you could only do what they wanted. And that would really suck! I don't wanna be the figment of someone else's imagination!"
The kit suddenly turned liquid eyes to Inari, lip trembling, looking about to cry. "Aren't you happy to see me, daddy?"
". . . ."
The kit let out a sob, one tear falling down its cheek. Inari sighed, resigning himself to the inevitable. "Yes, I'm happy to see you."
"YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU DADDY!!!!!" Inari winced at the shrill volume and was suddenly bowled over by a bundle of kitling energy with too much hair and far too many tails. It took Inari a few minutes to realize that the kit was transforming back and forth between fox and youko forms, unable to hold one form for too long in its excitement. It took him another few minutes to count how many tails the kit had.It took him even longer to consider the ramifications of the number. His only coherent thought at that point was No wonder I'm almost completely drained!
The kit, as a result of Inari's totally wasted and stoned state, had thirteen tails.
"So let me get this straight, you were one of my many hallucinations."
"Yup! You were puttin' a lotta power inta us!"
"Then when I passed out, you should have disappeared with the others."
"Nope! Didn' wanna! 'Sides, you put more power inta me than the others, a whole lot more!"
"So I've noticed," Inari dryly replied, rubbing his temples to soothe the pounding ache that was his head. Then he frowned. "Why didn't you want toleave?"
"Wha?" The kit looked up from his place on Inari's bed, having pulled out apiece of string from nowhere and been playing an intricate game of cat's cradle with a wind sprite.
"I asked you why you didn't want to leave." Inari sighed, looking at his son. It was a little hard to register the fact that he, Inari, now had a child. Then he blinked and looked harder at the sprite. "Isn't that one of Yomi's sprites?"
"Yeah, why?"
"They're bound to him permanently, and he uses them a lot. He's going to notice this one is missing very soon."
"I think he knows already, he was making it hold someone down. They weren't very happy and I don't like Yomi, 'cause he does nasty things to people, even if his ears and horns are really cool, and he's really gorgeous, and he's got a really sexy voice. But I needed someone to play with and the wind sprite wasn't happy where it was and the person wasn't happy where he was and the only person that was happy within a 3 mile radius was Yomi, and he was bad happy, so I decided to kill two rabbits with one blow and stole the sprite."
Somewhere in the Makai-
"AUGH! GACK! YOU'RE CHOK...ING...ME...YOU...IM...BE...CILE...!"
"I know, you sick bastard!"
A few minutes later, Yomi lay on the floor, passed out from lack of oxygen, and a young, quite pretty, youkai boy walked out of his room, looking very smug. The servants whispered to themselves, but none made a move to stop the boy.
I was lucky, the boy thought to himself. Someone helped me this time, if that sprite hadn't disappeared just then, Yomi would have...yech! I must find out who helped me and thank them, but how do I find them?
Only two things had been different when the sprite had disappeared. Behind Yomi had appeared a pair of rainbow-like eyes, swirling in strange patterns. And there had been a faint scent... a sweet smell, the like of which he had never smelled, that left him... a little... light-headed. I must find out who helped me! But first, he thought, looking at the rags that passed for his clothes, I must get some decent clothes on... and find my weapons... and maybe... nah, his pride will be hurt enough, and that's even better than killing him!
So, the young youkai went on his merry way, having found his weapons, and some decent clothing, and set out from Yomi's castle with a grin and whistled a tune,wondering to himself why he felt... the only word that came to mind was... high?
Back with Inari & son-
Inari began chuckling at the poor youkai's confusion and the look on Yomi's face when the boy had 'broken free' of his sprites...priceless! The kit had some potential...but he still hadn't answered Inari's question.
"Ah...kit, um...hmm, I really ought to give you a name shouldn't I? Any preferences?" He looked at the kit, completely engrossed in the game he was playing with, what looked like now, at least 3 or 4 sprites that had joined in on the cat's cradle. The patterns they were making with the string were starting to make him dizzy, so he looked away, trying to think of a name for his kit. A picture of the kit's eyes came to him, and he smiled. Rainbow eyes, indeed!
That was it! It was so obvious! It was perfect for the kit! Why hadn't he thought of it before? What a good name for his son that would be. The kit wouldbe named... Niji. Rainbow.
© 1/29/99 Silverblade Shi-fox, Lemon no Miko
"I can make powerful men do whatever I want; I write fanfics!"
On 'The List of Ownership,' I own Hiei and Kurama's 'special toys,' so there! bpeeta!
"Bright gleaming handcuffs, a black whip that stings, these are a few of my favorite things!"
If you liked/hated/adored/are obsessed with it please e-mail me I can't check it very often, so don't worry if you don't get an answer immediately.
This is my first YYH (even partially completed) fanfic, in case you couldn't tell, but I've got several others in the works: a multi-lemon fic (Hiei XKurama, mostly...); a parody with YYH characters, not tellin' what; a parody with GW characters, again not tellin'; a crossover of YYH X GW, in which Wufei cannot be convinced that Kurama is a guy... no more am I sayin' right now!; and several songfics of both YYH and GW. Very little of what I write will not be yaoi, *hehe* they're just too much fun! And most of the yaoi will also be lemon, me being my little hentai self. I told you, I'm gonna earn my title, just wait 'n see!
Oh, a few other things too: if you have any suggestions/criticisms/improvements that you'd like to mention,*please* send them. And #2, if you would like someone to proofread your story, you know, grammar/punctuation/spelling/proper use of vocabulary/etc., please, PLEASE, I'm *begging* you, send it to me! sorry, s'a pet peeve.
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