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Ficlet #1: Flash
Prompt: #3 (snap snap!; photograph)
Botan clicked the camera, and light shot through the semi-dark room. Everyone's eyes were dazzled for a moment, and then when they cleared...
No one spoke for a moment; no one was sure if it was safe to. Kurama looked just as surprised as everyone else, but to his credit he did not drop Hiei, who had jumped into his arms with all his legendary speed and was now clinging to his neck, looking frightened out of his wits. Then, "It's called a camera, Hiei," Kurama explained gently. "The light reaches out and takes your picture... like a portrait, only instead of someone painting it the light copies your image."
"...Oh." Warily, as if waiting for the return of the startling light, Hiei brought his feet back down to the floor, then untangled his arms from around Kurama's neck.
On cue, and together, Yusuke and Kuwabara began to snicker. "Dude...you jumped into his arms like a girl..."
Hiei snarled and reached for his katana, but Kurama stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Your dignity's already lost for the evening; killing our friends won't help," he advised him, passing him another drink.
"Hmph... it would make me feel better..."
"Just drink your drink, Hiei."
"I don't like this human alcohol thing, fox. It makes me act weird."
"It's supposed to." Kurama smiled a sly smile and placed his arm over Hiei's shoulders. "And I don't mind at all."
"Hmph." Hiei put his katana away, and everyone in the room sighed and relaxed, grateful that Kurama had averted yet another Hiei Crisis. The evening progressed without incident. But the next day, when Botan went to develop the film, she discovered that the camera's interior had somehow, mysteriously, been melted into an unrecognizable blob.