Disclaimer: YuYu Hakusho is copyrighted and belongs to its creator, Togashi Yoshihiro.
Author's Note: Search was conducted in making this story possible. Lots of research. However, things have been modified in order to mold well into the YYH universe.
The chapters are going to change from the first making of this story. This is a remake. After the second chapter, the story is going to change. I don't want to focus on one primary character. I am sorry that had happened in the first story. I will do my best to not allow that to happen. This story is about all of them.
Pairings: Unknown. Please help me decide!
Genre: Supernatural, fantasy, humor, horror, and not so much general. It is also an AU, an "alternate Universe" for the setting.
Rating: Undecided at this time.
Chapter Notes:
[…text…] = Subtext, minor and quick flash backs or thoughts with little or without dialogue, and too short to be considered to play a major part in the scene.
The Forethoughts of a Shrew
"We know what we are, but not what we may be."
- Shakespeare
oOo
Dark cognac amber eyes which shined with a peculiar radiance, usually appeared dark and mysterious, the shade of black yet inexplicably seemed occasionally blue, but sometimes the irises swirled with colors of honey and cherry causing them to have a bit of a fiery gaze; occasionally almost orpiment in color, but that was often a rare thing to behold. These were surrounded by a distinctive eye shape, usually holding a dreamy or pensive air, and above were thin and intense eyebrows similar to that of Amy Lee. Between bridged down a concave nose, below a pair of fairly average yet fleshy lush lips, and refined facial features with a slightly pointy yet round chin and soft high cheekbones. Appealing, yet, gently boyish and somewhat roguish.
Pale soft skin with cool undertones, the color of winter, pertaining the colors of pale beige with a delicate rosy hue and blue nuance.
Long and curly fiery ginger tresses, the bangs dangling loosely and untamed, the sides draping and framing a slightly angular heart shaped face as they reached down and gently caressed voluptuous breasts, all the while the back passionately fell down in a "V" formation, the tip reached past the rather full and round backside.
Long, lean and muscular arms stretched down, ending in square shaped hands and long digits. These hands, which were calloused from many a hard day's work and from endless bouts of violent hostility, were not what they should be; soft and gentle. Long and curved strong yet also powerful legs, thighs and calves full and strapping without hardly any ounce of fat. A firm and curvy torso, pectorals and abs built to withstand any human's kick or punch, and lean muscle all over smoothly moving and tensing with every movement made.
Beauty is only skin deep. If that was so, the owner of this vessel could not see or find it. All she could see was the flaws and all of the scars she had bore upon her, collecting them since she was little.
Kaguya stared at herself in her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her arms stretched out and palms pressed against the table of the sink, leaning in. The light above the mirror softly hummed, faintly flickering here and there. She often wondered if it was the cause of sending her into this trance-like state, wondering about the possibilities of the looking-glass breaking from her hideous form.
She was not like the other girls.
Girls were all supposed to be cute and lovely, the picture of innocence and beauty. They were to be petite and feminine, with long thin legs and arms, blessed with soft and smooth skin, wide set eyes, a button nose, and face as cute and pure as a baby's. The female gender was designed to be entirely the opposite of that of males. …So she was told, over and over again by so many whom she happened to cross throughout her time, and quite frankly she had lost count.
But was she like that? What she like them? Like the other girls?
Not her, no. Hell no.
Femininity? Hah! Yeah, right.
For one, she did not dress like them. Never had, never will.
Well, okay. Once.
She tried to, but she felt so awkward as she looked, it was not even funny. Her panties kept riding up her butt, her dress endlessly snagging onto things, her breasts kept popping out, she kept accidentally hitting people and knocking things over with a purse, and walking in those high heel stilettos was an utter nightmare.
[Laugh all you want, she will hunt you down and gut you like a fish if she ever found out. She knows where you live! Well, not really.]
She had never been so mortified, so ashamed of herself. She did not know why she ever allowed Keiko and Botan to talk her into getting all dolled up in the first place, all she knew was that it had turned out to be the biggest mistake in her life. She could have not been the bigger fool, might has well been sporting a gaudy jester's getup instead. And all the opposite gender would do was ogle at her chest. Damn bastards! Oh, how she lusted for something more than just smashing their faces in! She considered herself fortunate, though, that Urameshi did not manage to recognize or spot her. Talk about being oblivious, that and she was pretty much hiding from him most of the day.
[She kept hiding behind people, behind every table, wall, in and every nook and cranny she could find. She even found herself rolling around on the floor and crawling soldier style. She eventually made her way out through the crowd and ran out onto the streets, that is after removing her stiletto heeled pumps once she was very well out the door.
Mind you, she actually got all dressed up to impress her brother at his art exhibit. Well, that was one reason. The other was to astound Kurama, since she had developed a crush upon him by that time. However, he only noticed for about a minute, that was it. She left for home, feeling mighty terrible about herself, sobbing on the bus all the way back. She reviled herself for it, for being so weak and allowing herself to be so impressionable.]
She did not wear make-up either. And her hair used to not be this long, remembering very well how short it used to have been. It's just her hair happens to grow so fast. Kuwabara's hair was once the length of a boy's, all gelled up, swooshed forward, and spiked. It gave her a rougher and much more aggressive "tough as nails" demeanor, however, that style also seemed to hint at everyone, judging her for being a "nonconformist". Technically, she was a cross dresser by their books, being that she also wore guy's clothing and often used to bound her breasts. For a long time, not many knew she was actually a girl. But that could not last for too long. Why? Well, going to the same public school as Urameshi was one big reason why.
[The other school she attended before that could not decipher what the hell she was. It was ran by a large staff of complete morons.]
Another reason was that her boobs could not take the guise much longer.
[It was leaving her breathless to the point of her face turning blue. Damn growth spurt.]
Rumors about her being either a lesbian or a freak passed on through the gripe vine like a disease hyped on steroids. She literally had to pound her way through the masses, beating the crap out of everyone who dared to make a mockery of her and her name. Doing that, of course, only made things worse, much worse. Not only did people frown down upon her for being different and for impersonating the male gender, but people despised her merely for being a female fighter and a leader of a gang of punks on the streets. Talk about being hated for merely being different. Yeesh! At least the guys, her posse, respected her, still do.
[Although, she does happen to get hit on by other punks or gangsters. It seemed those were the only type of guys who were the least bit interested in her, other than just fighting her and competing for territory, that is. She also apparently happened to be a prize to win in their eyes, a golden trophy of some sort. In their eyes, she was a rarity, something that was too good to be even true.
They had given her all sorts of names, like "Lady Sovereign" or "The Mafia Princess". Boy, did she detest being called a "princess". And the Mafia? The hell, man! What did they think she was, some Don's daughter or something? Why could not a nice and decent boy ever see anything in her?]
And innocence…?
Kuwabara was no saint, never once claimed to be. With a simple change of expression, she could appear as though she was death's manifestation. She could give you one hell of an EVIL EYE. She could easily frighten away anyone, any boy or girl, it did not matter. And if you think that wasn't dangerous enough, both her hands and the walls of her mind had been tainted by the blood of those whom she fought and sometimes almost ended up committing murder. Hell, she was built to kill. Other gangs had said so. They had described her as being meaner than a junkyard dog. Quite clear to the point, she could prove to be a real bitch.
[She could kill, but she chooses not to. Normally, she never has it in her to finish anyone off, which almost cost her her own life and everyone else's every time. Yeah, say it. She was a failure. Too much of a goody-goody to kill, even after making all of those threats. And the people whom she did try to annihilate always came back, proof that she did not give it her all like she should have. She was just all talk, obnoxious, and a running joke. And Hiei always said she was insufferable and an utter idiot. Perhaps she had been true all along.]
Oh, yes, despite the terror that is her, Kaguya can be quite the nicest and kindhearted person you could ever know. She had always been passionate, dedicated, romantic, and somewhat unrealistic at heart, and she tended to expect more for herself than is reasonable. She would be the one who would give her own shirt off her back for you. Genkai never said "Kaguya has a heart of gold" and did not mean it, that small old woman could see through anyone and anything.
[However, Genkai did give her a word of advisory to watch herself and to never allow herself to change. She seemed awfully concerned about it when she said that. It seemed the martial arts master cared just as much for her as she did for Yusuke.
She supposed Genkai had all the better the reason to worry. Nowadays, it felt as if she was sinking into a dark and watery tomb, the past and time finally catching up with her. The past now all the more haunted her psyche, as well as did the future that is to come. It was quite prevalent that she was going to end up all alone in the end. She had always been a very strong girl, but was she strong enough to face this?]
Not to mention the fact that Kaguya was now the strongest human on the face of the earth.
[Not the strongest person ever entirely, she was still considered to be too weak, especially when comparing to the others. And there was always the fact that Yusuke could easily mop the floor with her. Oh, how she hated that. Every punch she ever threw at him just made that cocky grin upon his face grow wider and wider.
They all lacked confidence in her and believed she could never do anything right. They often teased her for her weaknesses, making her feel worse about herself, ripping her self-esteem apart. And whenever anything went wrong, she was surely the one to blame, for one reason or another. The damage was there, but they could never see it. She wore masks to cover it all up, choosing to bottle up most of her emotions instead of outright and fully expressing them. Though, sometimes things did slip out of the Pandora's box, but those usually incidences lasted for seconds, her rage against Sensui being an exception.]
But did any of that matter? No, it did not.
Despite how far she had gotten, despite making it through all the odds and calamity life threw at her, and despite where everything had brought her to where she is now…
She had nothing. It is the same as it has always been.
She was beginning to believe she had nothing to lose, nothing to gain. That is the remainder of her dignity and respect, what little she had left of it.
And still just as single as she was when she first entered this world in her birthday suit.
Was she that untouchable? Was she that obnoxious, repugnant and/or wretched?
She was not an ordinary girl and definitely not the girl next door. She was not popular like the other girls, ladies who were famous for their beauty, looks, and femininity. No, her fame came not from looks but for being the toughest girl in all of school, her city, and possibly beyond that. She was an entirely different creature, and thus did not fit in.
They were perfect, the very image of what a man or boy could ever ask for in a girl. Keiko and Botan were great examples, they possessed the right qualities befitting to that of what girls should be and look like. They were somewhat opposite from each other in personalities, but still shared a lot of qualities with one another.
She was not. She was a fighter. Not a girly-girl who would often pay visits in the restroom to simply powder her nose or make girl-talk with the others of her gender. Most boys usually do not want a girl who is stronger than they are, let alone the threat or the possibility of being beaten up if that said girl shall ever become furious with them.
She supposed she was not good enough. Never was.
Not only that, but her voice was not what you would call pure and sweet. Instead, it was husky and gruff, sounding similar to that of a preteen adolescent boy, yet, still feminine enough to pull off the fact that she was indeed a "she". Her voice was also full and deep, not light or clear like a bell; sometimes articulately yet mostly eloquently she spoke, despite how she would often slur her words and spoke in urban slang. She supposed she could be proud of the latter, not many girls let alone average boys knew or understood some of the things she would say. In fact, the only ones who understood her that knew her personally was her family, Komada, Okubo, Kirishima, and Urameshi.
Well, Urameshi didn't know her THAT well, now that she thought about it. There were still a lot of things about her that he didn't know. Say for instance, she possessed more than a few psychic abilities. Another would be the fact that, over the years that had passed, she had been training vigorously to improve her fighting skills. And of course, secretly, she had an interest in both alchemy and witch craft; she had been studying and practicing the stuff since before middle school, though she had been too fearful to use it outside of her home.
And as charming and well mannered as she was, she could also be your worst nightmare. Her school mates didn't compare her to Axel Rose for simply the mere fun of it.
Yes, she could be obnoxious. Oh, yes. She could stupid, she could be REAL stupid. She could be mean, angry, cold, and ruthless, just as she could be weak and senseless. She always made her own way and chose what she was going to do and she did not appreciate anyone in her way either. She was not the leader of her gang for nothing, a gang of BOYS, mind you. She stood her ground no matter what and faced whatever came her way. She was the chief and commander of her boys, they listened and obeyed to everything she said, a true ringleader and a thug.
[Her father had once said; "Once a punk, always a punk. You can't be something you're not. Not like what you are is necessarily a BAD thing. You don't abuse your position or break the law. You are honorable and admirable, strong, passionate, and loyal to a fault. You have characteristics of a great leader, which is something most would envy you for. You are a great person and many look up to you, especially for help or protection. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
He was definitely a good man, but a rather eccentric one as well. Very. He appeared stock raving mad at times and knew even the most secretive things. And he was always gone, to where, only Enma knows. Then again, he probably did not either.
Though this is the guy who technically denied any credit in raising her when she had been apprehended by the police when she was well way in her tweens.
"I didn't raise her. I don't know where she gets it from." He told them.
"I didn't raise her either and neither did mom." A younger Shigure spoke, insisting in not taking any credit for it.
Their mom always played mystery woman, since no one ever saw her face but them. The woman had something that was entirely psychosocial, had a severe case of anthropophobia, that is she had a fear of people and being in crowds. Simply known, she was sick, or at least believed to be. She was not ugly in any form or way, in fact, she was quite the stunning woman.
However, if you ask her, Shigure got most of his personality from that woman. She had her moments of coldness that made Kaguya's older brother seem like an angel. She also undergoes violent mood swings, which often caused her to be harsh and rather abusive at times. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she appeared, too, and she could put Keiko's "death slap" to shame easily. Not too surprisingly, she was actually the REAL head of the house, even though Shigure was placed in charge over her and everything else that went on, especially when father was away on work.
Kaguya did not know why her mother was not fond of her much at all. Then again, Shigure's teasing of her being adopted did come into mind. It was a possibility, after all, she did not resemble any of her family members in the least bit. Those vibrant coppery red and curly tresses of her's were quite the dead give away all in itself. Her dad had dark almost black brunette hair, her mother's was a light ash blonde, and her brother's hair was light brown. Where did the red come from? Hell, where did her mother get blonde hair from, especially since they all lived in Japan? The woman also had grayish violet eyes and she looked as young as someone in their early twenties. But then again, nothing was impossible in this part of the world.
"Hmm. Well, I guess no one raised her then." He remarked, then casually shrugged like it was no big deal. "Heh. Live and learn is what I always say." He grinned, silently laughing.
The officer was stunned and not impressed. Of course, her father apologized for her misbehavior and for any foul misconduct she had happened to perform.
Not her fault she was a latch-key kid and that the motto establish by her brother in the household happened to be "every man for himself". Besides, she didn't do anything wrong. The candy bars she had been selling for her school were legally obtained merchandise, not stolen.
Yeah, she always got into trouble. Every where she went. It just followed her, hunting her down like some depraved and creepy stalker. She often looked up at the heavens, wondering why fate had cursed her so. Apparently, she was some sort of comic relief for some sick and bored being up there. She was also everyone's scapegoat for everything that happened to go wrong, especially in her family. Everybody just seemed to love to hate her guts and it was like everyone had it out for her.
Between taking care of herself and watching her back, dealing with people every day and being haunted or attacked by spirits and demons… She was a genuine "hard-knock life" kid.]
She knew how to have fun, too, even reckless fun. She could get down and dirty and not mind it, unlike other girls who complain about the slightest scratch or smudge or cry when their nail has been broken. And unlike most girls she knew, she despised most pop music and enjoyed heavy metal and all forms of rock and roll. She also enjoyed oldies music, jazz, the blues, anything smooth and low key, mellow, groovy, electronic, and even rap sometimes. She was a tough girl who, all her life, only received tough love. She also knew how and when to kick back and "chillax", unlike most girls who busied themselves by worrying half to death over trivial matters that were merely frivolous. Although, she could be as serious as a gunshot wound.
Most of all, she was one of the boys. Okubo, Kirishima, and Komada had even said that, time and time again, that she was one of them and not like a girl at all. She was technically a guy's best friend, nothing more. Kaguya was definitely the oddity when it came to comparing her with other girls.
[Hell, Kurama was even more feminine than she was. "Effeminate" would be the word for it.
She, on the otherhand, was a total tough cookie. A heavy metal chick, to be more precise, with a dash of punk for extra oomph.]
The only girl who could be as tough as her was Hiei, but even she had more femininity in her than she had that made her more of a lady. Hiei would wear a dress, while Kaguya would not be caught dead in one. Hiei also had those unusual garnet irises, wide slanted eyes with long eyelashes, fair skin with rosy cheek, an adorable face, a petite and slender frame, and gorgeous raven hair regardless of the bizarre shape it formed, swooshing back to the top of her head in points. Hiei possessed an exotic beauty, the kind of beauty that boys could not help but be attracted to.
[Kurama and Yusuke are prime examples. She had caught them talking about it, about how irresistible the shorter girl was. It made her cringe, right down in the pit of her stomach. She could not help but gag.]
Hiei also had the voice of a woman, it was smooth and calm, not scratchy or guttural like her's. It was odd, though, considering her twin had a voice that was so innocent and clear sounding. Then again, they were not identical twins either.
Speaking of Hiei and Yukina…
Today was their hypothetical birthday.
Kaguya could not believe it, after having known each other personally for nearly five years, no one once gave her credit for anything. Not even when she was part of the "team". She supposed it was the fact that she was a girl, but that idea was weakened by how she remembered that even the shrimp got praised for all she did.
Worst of all, not once did they even wish her a happy birthday, not one single time. Sadly, she never once had a birthday celebration or a party. Hell, she doubted anyone knew when her birthday was, let alone the fact that she happened to be the youngest member among them.
[All she received for a present was a foot up her ass. She had to go to the doctor, because her brother's shoe was stuck right well up there. Shigure would damn right throw her right out the window if she ever dared to question why she never had a birthday party. Then to only turn around and claim that it was coming out of her own allowance. He was the biggest asshole in her life, notwithstanding of how he rarely had the tendency to show that he actually cared. Conversely, people liked her brother more than they did her, especially her "friends" whom she fought alongside with to protect all of humanity.
She did once ask her dad, though, back when she was still a little girl. And his response was "…You're too tough for a birthday, kiddo." Of course, that was the language for "Even though I can be generous, I'm too cheap and lazy to purchase you a clown, a pony, and fancy party favors. Please don't ask me to get off my ass and do something. That's your job."
Okay, it was not just because of that, it was more based on the fact that her mother did not like a lot of company over, particularly that of strangers. Company meant tons of racket and also meant the utter destruction of her home and the invasion of privacy.
Oh, and did she forget to mention that her mother seemed rather intimidating, unfeeling, and had outlandish behavior towards everyday concerns? Both Hiei and Yukina had lived here for quite some time, yet, both have yet to even personally meet her. Does that say something to you? The woman was positively manic and did not express love and kindness well at all.
Quite often and more than she should, Kaguya felt like she had insisted upon being born. She never once felt or believed that she had been legitimately loved. Her father was rarely around, spending periods of months at work at a time. And when he finally was there, well, he was often too laid-back and lighthearted, usually placing the burdens of the home upon Shigure's and her's backs. Of course, he did pick up and resume responsibility whenever it was needed. He was not THAT bad, he was a huMAN after all. Just a lousy role model and a lousy father. The best he had ever given her was morals, development of a code of honor, and also advice, the latter always being whether she wanted to hear it or not.]
First off, she did have to admit that it was Kurama who had came up with the idea. Perhaps it was an attempt to give the girls a taste of what human world was like, wishing for them to participate in every event and custom this world could provide that demon world did not.
Maybe she was being a bit selfish for feeling this way, but her own life was never sunshine and daisies either, but no one ever asked her about it.
Pushing such feelings away, she decided to make the best of today. Instead of being an ass and making a fit over it, she was going to do the exact opposite. She was going to be nice, courteous, and kind. Kill them with kindness.
Well, at least where it concerned a certain someone who happened to be named "Hiei". She had nothing against Yukina, period. The ice maiden is the one twin she could easily live with. She'll be nice for Yukina, no one else. The girl was practically like a sister to her. A shame she could not say the same thing for the fire breathing small-fry of a dragon that walked amongst them.
Thank Enma they were having the party at Kurama's place.
They could not hold it here, due to the fact that it was supposed to be a surprise birthday party. Yukina rarely ever leaves the place due to her timidity and who knew when Hiei would likely drop in. …Make that "sneak in", since the girl never used the front door and instead came in through the windows.
And Enma only knows what it would have been if they had it Yusuke's. His apartment was usually a dump, trash strung everywhere, a real pigsty, and it was really small. Plus, about a month ago he had broken his window so now a cold draft blew in. Believe her, cardboard and duck tape did not cut it for fixing the thing. The man still had not fixed it nor cleaned his place in what seemed like ages. There were beer bottles everywhere, wrappers, and empty food containers and his bed was always a mess.
Deciding that it was now time to cease in thinking about all these things and get dressed, Kaguya finally exited out of the restroom.
Upon exiting, she came face to face with her brother. He was several inches taller than she was, not that she was a short girl, he just happened to be a very tall young man. However, she was considered to be quite the Amazon herself, being that she happened to be taller than the average sized person of her gender. The girl quirked a brow up at him, blinking questioningly as to why he was standing there, right in her way of all places.
"About time you got your ass out of there." He remarked rather dryly, a bored expression fixed upon his face. "I thought you flushed yourself down the drain."
The younger girl scowled up at him, gritting her teeth as she grimaced. Tongue in cheek, she resisted the urge to snap back at him.
Not today. She was not going to permit him the wish of ruining her mood even further. After all, she still had to go shopping for presents for the big party that was to be held later on this evening. She had a thought in mind in what to get the koorime, but getting the fire apparition a present will prove to be a very difficult task indeed. Plus, she had to drop by Yusuke's to remind him again about what day it was. That boy had a tendency to forget things, especially dates.
Grumbling to herself incoherently, she made her way around him and headed towards her room to get dressed, unconsciously scratching her head through her messy hair as she made her way. She obviously forgot to brush her hair whilst she was in the bathroom. She had also forgotten to take a shower, due to being distracted whilst washing her face and brushing her teeth first thing in the morning.
Shigure watched the girl, his mahogany eyes softening a bit, but that only lasted for a moment. "Hey, fish bate!" He called to her, causing her to awkwardly halt in her step. "Don't forget… The party starts at six…and…" he drawled out the last word before continuing. "Try not to get lost, idiot."
Kaguya growled, that comment caused a vein to pulse right at the top of her right temple. "Yeah, whatevah." She snapped heatedly back at him and then marched into her room. Like she would ever get lost, she knew the streets like the back of her hand.
[The only time she ever got lost was when she tried to make it back home from Komada's place, but that was years ago, back when she was still a kid. Komada was her first friend she had ever made and they went way back.
She honestly remembered it like it was yesterday. Komada was not supposed to have any friends over without any notice provided to his father. In other words, she was not supposed to be there, but he insisted she was to come over and play games with him. Of course, that was before she later found out she was not supposed to be there. Lucky her.
To top it off, her family did not know where she was. So, it was natural for them to believe she had gone missing, or worse, kidnapped, when she had not came home and it was near ten o'clock at night. It was the first time Shigure actually showed any hints that he really did care about her well being and safety.
Yeah, she was stupid for to try to find her way home alone, but she did not plan on hiding in Komada's closet forever. And unfortunately the buses were no longer running, so she had no other choice but to make it on foot. To make matters worse, she ended up being chased down the streets by a gang of older teenaged thugs who were very much likely armed with switchblades. They honestly thought she was a little boy who had the nerve to enter into their territory. Yeah, she ended up on the worst side of town, not that where she lived was any better.
If it was not for Komada and his father for finding her, she did not know what could have possibly had happened. Her friend's father was a tough man himself, burly with the temperament of a bulldog. By using just words that were armed with authority, he sent those punks packing. The man was actually the chief of the police department, which would explain how she got off so easy when did happen to get into trouble that concerned the law officials.
And why Komada stayed home alone until his father came home was simply because he no longer had a mother. Komada was just like her, a latch-key kid. It was one of the many reasons why they had hit it off so well and became such good and faithful friends. They could tough bases and understand each other because they were not much different from one another. The two of them were both considered to be delinquents and misfits by other people. They also had sort of brotherly-sisterly relationship.
They eventually met the other two, Kirishima and Okubo, in their preteen years. The two of them had both moved there from other different cities, just like Yusuke had moved there when he was still a little boy. However, she did not meet Urameshi until later, hearing about the rumors of his bad reputation. She could not help but be drawn to the urge to want to fight him.]
Once upon entering her room and closing the door behind her, she happened to be greeted by none other than her beloved pet cat, Eikichi, who brushed against her legs with his soft multi-colored and patterned fur. She smiled down upon him, then bent down and picked him up into her arms, causing him to meow and purr as she did.
"Dere's mah widdle babeh. Mama has'teh go soon." She spoke in a baby-ish tone, believing that the feline perhaps understood every word. "She's go' shoppin' she needs teh ge'done. Youse be a good boy while I'm gone." She caressed his back a few times before letting him down, to which then she headed over towards her closet.
Right now, she was in her usual nightwear, which happened to be a white wife-beater shirt for a top and a pair of boy shorts for undies. Yes, she did not wear pajamas or nightgown to bed. She was also rather hot natured, so wearing a lot of clothes to bed was pretty much like torture, not to mention it was bloody uncomfortable. And since she did not wear anything underneath her shirt, you could see her the sides of her breasts through the large gaping holes underneath where her arms were, and when she moved erratically, the melons on her chest would either bounce or sway.
If you think that is bad, her brother simply wore just boxer shorts and sometimes walked around in the house in them until he decided to get dressed.
[Note to self: Never invite any of the girls over to spend the night ever again. The last time that happened, they were horrified by such startling revelations of how the Kuwabara family dressed when it came to bed time, let alone how they dressed around the house. Keiko and Botan, both appalled and sporting very feminine long and frilly gowns, believed them all to be such animals. Good thing they never found out the fact that Hiei actually sleeps in the nude, but she did not live here at the time when they decided to spend the night, believing it would be fun to try to have sleepover at her place for once. They never came back, either.
By the way, Keiko and Botan were exceedingly lucky, the same went for Yukina and Hiei. Keiko had size "C" average breasts, Yukina, and Hiei were practically almost the same size, while Botan's was a "D" size. Kaguya was cursed with her's growing to the wretched size "E", despite the fact that she was a lean, mean, killing machine with all that muscle.
FYI: Natural "bazoons" don't get much smaller, even if you happen to be fit and well ripped. And good thing she did have muscle, because her back would definitely be killing her.
Can you imagine how difficult it is to find a bra that size? Believe her, she tried to squeeze herself in smaller sizes, but it just never paid off. These days, she usually just stuck to wrapping them, less otherwise she needed to wear something more appropriate. Damn, she how hated bra hunting. And she despised how guys believed she was a whore all because she had such a huge wrack, as if she asked to have breasts like this!]
She kissed her teeth as she began browsing through her clothes.
Kaguya did not know why, but she felt rather out of it today. In fact, had been so for quite awhile. She had the faintest conception that it was because her powers were acting up again. On the frits, they were. She had not been able to summon her spirit sword, yet again, only this time it had drawn out to several months since the last time she actually did use it. She could only hope this was not permanent.
Her other psychic abilities seemed to be working just fine, oddly enough, like her clairvoyance for an example. Nevertheless, besides being stuck in a daze, she also had been suffering from off and on raging headaches.
Although, as creepy and frightening as it sounded, lately she had been hearing voices, off and on inside of her head. There were many of them, in fact, speaking all together at once like a crowded room full of people, though they were simply incoherent whispers.
She never had that problem before, truthfully, and she did not wish to confide in anyone about it less she was to be considered a nut job more than she is now. She already had enough problems with dealing with that and having horrid nightmares every night. Why make things worse than they already are?
Speaking of strange occurrences, one time during when her migraines became so severe, literally pounding like a set of drums, the light in her lamp suddenly and by chance blew out. Of course, when she meant "blew out", she meant exploded with a loud pop and with glass shattering everywhere it could fall upon. Now, that was just uncanny. And surely, it had to be coincidental. There was just absolutely no way that could have happened because of her. Just no. She did not have that kind of power, or did she? Nah.
All of this was becoming quite the conundrum.
Glancing towards the window to help her decide in what she was going to wear today, she noticed it was rather dreary outside. It looked like rain and telling by the trees that swayed gently in the wind, it was also breezy out. The season was also fall, the leaves had already turned a golden brown and many had already fallen off the branches. The wind and the rain may finish the job, though, stripping the trees bare from what they had left.
She's in the mood to be wearing something more dark today, particularly something either neutral or colorless, not really desiring to showoff any vibrancy in her wardrobe. Pretty much, her mood happened to match the weather, at least on the inside it did. She chose a warm charcoal grey shirt, a pair of black jeans, a plaid mini-skirt, her knee high black boots, a black studded belt, and a warm black leather jacket. Similar to her other tops, the thick cotton T was larger than it ought to be, loose and baggy, not showing off much of her features. The pair of pants was not any better, though. The skin tight jeans had holes in the knees from where they had warn and ripped, not that she actually minded in the slightest bit that they were all tattered up, credit was due to the numberless fights she had been in. Like all her tattered clothes, she wore these with pride.
She placed her jacket and belt upon the bed and dropped her boots down upon the floor beside it. After closing her closet door, she then went over to her dresser to pull out a pair of tube socks, underwear, and also her fingerless black gloves. She had many pairs of gloves, a variety of different colors and styles, but she did not wear them as often as some others would. The pair she had now in her hands, those went up almost midpoint upon her upper arms, had gun metal upon where the knuckles are, and they had neat bands around the wrists.
Once picking out the desired yet appropriate clothes to wear, she closed the closet door, then headed her way out of her room and back to the upstairs restroom. She hoped it was not occupied, she really needed to take a shower before she was ever to get this day initially started.
Today was November eleventh.
About three weeks from now, near December, it would be her birthday. Not that anyone cared, anyway. She was definitely not going to be the one to remind them of it either. In fact, she was not even going to say a thing. Not a word, not a hint, nothing. She had learned to give up futile efforts such as that a long time ago. Besides, it was just a normal day, just like all the other days. It meant nothing.
…TBC…
Author's Comments:
Sorry if this chapter was choppy. I had to start off somewhere and get this story on the road, and I always start on my favorite character. The others will be in the next chapter, I promise.
And Kaguya is a bit different from Kazuma, but not so much. You can definitely see the differences in this chapter and throughout the story. Apparently, she also managed to pick up more of an urban accent than her male version of herself. I also had to think hard, read between the lines in the manga, and come up with a reasonable answer for the past and family life of this girl. I did not just flop it together.
And the meaning of the word "shrew" in the title is: "an offensive term for a woman who is regarded as quarrelsome, nagging, or ill-tempered."
Also, voting is still in.
I need votes on who to pair Hiei and Kaguya with, as well as the others, too.
Please vote for the desired pairings you wish to finally see in this story. Think about it as also having romance. It is a bit of a love story, too.