7/2O/01
Via: Hikari Rei Mail Exp.
Kurama,
I can’t go.
Besides which I’m not very fond of fun, sun, and cities swarming with stinking,
smelling, ultra burnt humans. Be that as it may, I wish you a safe journey.
In response
to your pointed comments- no, Kurama; I happened to have been BORN with white
hair and blood red eyes. I’m too young to start aging now. If anyone is getting
old, it’s probably Keiko. The last I’ve heard of Yusuke and his family, their
triplets were running amok destroying the kitchen (if not the whole household).
Yukina informed me it took three weeks of repairs, plus quite a sum of yen to
cover the damages. According to her, Ranza blasted a hole in the roof, while
little Atsuko and Koten have just recently discovered how to form the Shotgun.
I suppose, in a lighter choice of words, that the combination of the extremes
created something of a nuclear meltdown. I’m not lying; the glassware was
reduced to toxic gases. The family had to evacuate for three months just to get
the air clean again, and only after that were they able to start rebuilding.
As soon as
I heard about this, the first thing that came to my head was the idea that I
don’t want to have any kids of my own. Don’t give me that: ‘but it’s such a
great experience’ crap, Kurama. Imagine if I had several little brats
that could all use the Kokuryhua. Makai? What Makai? All I see is a burnt piece
of land toast.
Speaking of
offspring, I hope your mother has finally stopped badgering you about
grandchildren. You used to complain to me that you simply weren’t interested in
‘fraternal affairs’ at the time. Mukuro won’t leave ME alone, for that matter-
and whenever I’m the one to come to talk to her, she throws me out of the stronghold.
I hate women; they’re always trying to kill me.
Hiei