When I was 14 I used to write this secretly in my head. It was kind of a jumping-off point for Yukimi herself. When I was sad or angry (which was all the time) I used to turn to this for comfort and humor when my life was lacking in it. So it begins
The young girl, Yukina, bloodied, suddenly comes out of the woods near Genkai's. She's gasping for air and weeping at the same time. Her kimono is torn near her crotch and she keeps looking back into the woods with eyes that hold an expression of unspeakable horror. Genkai must hear the sobbing because she opens one of the sliding doors and walks out. She sees Yukina and immediately runs to her at top speed.
"What's wrong? What happened," the older woman asks, showing concern and shock in her face.
Yukina says nothing but her eyes said it all when she looked up at Genkai. The older woman merely nodded and picked the girl up and brought her into the temple, looking back at the woods suspiciously and angrily.
A phone rings on a small table in an unfamiliar apartment. A tall, masculine-looking woman with straight, mid-length, light brown hair and plain brown eyes walks over to the table where the phone is ringing and picks it up.
"Hello?" she coughs twice before continuing. "What?! No, I needn't go out today. I said 'no'. Dude, seriously, 'no'! Why?! Yukimi is dead, bye-bye," she yells the whole time she's on the phone and when she hangs up she does so abruptly, harshly and noisily.
"Damn it all to hell, Junior, you know I'm going to come the minute I'm not yellow anymore."
The brunette walks over to the window on the far left wall from the table the phone sits on and coughs lightly. A moment later a knock at the door is heard. She walks over to the door, crossing her small but clean living room and making her way to the door. Suddenly, the person knocks at the door. The person on the other side knocks back in an odd manner. The woman smiles and starts drumming on the door, moving with visible weakness. The person on the other side starts drumming back in the same rhythm. Then the woman knocks on the door in an odd manner again, listening to how the person on the outside knocks back.
"Who is it?" asks the tall brunette, hoarsely but with mock innocence.
"For the sake of all that is holy, open the freakin' door," says a voice from the other side of the door.
The woman smiles again and takes a step back before opening the door. When the door opens a medium-height, very pretty strawberry-blonde walks through the door. The taller woman leans on the door as though she has just collapsed on it before closing it quickly. The pretty woman walks over to a couch next to the window and sits down. The taller woman traipses over to stand in front of the couch, right in front of the woman.
"Gimme," she shouts with her feet far apart for balance. The woman on the couch stands up and holds out her hand. There's a pill bottle in her hand. The taller woman grabs it and then falls over, onto the floor and the coffee table.
"I'll go get you some water-," she was interrupted by the other woman rising to a kneeling position, opening the pill bottle and dumping it on the floor. She makes a fist with her right hand and smashes all the pills on the floor. She seemingly carefully measures some of the powder from the crushed pills and then carefully puts the dust on the coffee table next to where she is kneeling. She then puts her nose directly on the fine powder and sniffs loudly.
"Or you could do that," she says, perplexed by the woman's actions.
"This way it goes straight into the bloodstream. I'm kind of on a time-crunch here," the woman says, her nose covered in powder as she looks up at her companion. The woman then does her best to stand and make her way over to the couch, stumbling only three times before finally completing the task.
"You know, I am questioning why you have the couch facing away from the window. Hell, I'm even questioning why you even have it so close to the window," says the pretty woman, taking a seat next to her friend.
"It makes me look more vulnerable than I actually am. Don't worry, though, I plan on giving up as soon as I get whiff of him again. Again, the world will be safe thanks to Yukimi Kitsune," says the tall woman, snuggling to the back of her couch and closing her eyes.
"Sleep, you brave warrior, you. I'll be here when you get back on your feet," says the other woman, grabbing a remote from the coffee table and turning on the big screen TV.
"Ouch," shouts a medium-height, pale woman with light brown hair and long eyelashes in a different apartment.
"What'd you do now," asks another person, whose footsteps grow closer then retreat.
"I cut myself chopping these vegetables. You think I have the DTs? My hands won't stop shaking," asks the woman, looking around for something near the cutting board with her shaking hands.
"If you had the DTs everything would be shaking. Maybe you're just nervous. If you have the DTs, why are you chopping vegetables?" asks the other woman who is heard but not seen.
"I have to eat, Satchiko! Besides, I haven't been off the sauce long enough to have the DTs,"
"Then why did you ask if you had them? Can I come in the kitchen?" Satchiko asks.
"By all means, come in. Why do you always ask?"
"I'm trying to be more polite. I feel like I'm pressing my luck when I'm not polite these days," says Satchiko. Footsteps are heard before a woman of average height and long, straight blonde hair enters the kitchen.
"These days… She hates me, you know," says the brunette, looking down and refraining from chopping.
"She doesn't hate you…she just doesn't know how to act around you. What happened wasn't really your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault, now that I think about it. You know her, though. She always likes to blame someone for everything. She's like a kid that way," Satchiko says, walking up to the brunette before putting a hand on her shoulder.
A few minutes pass in silence without either of them moving much. Satchiko takes her hand away as her friend turns her head to look at her. Suddenly, she starts to laugh and Satchiko takes a step back and looks at her.
"You're a pretty shade of yellow…"
"It's a whole new millennium now…Did you see the king on Tuesday? He needs to know about the new millennium." dazedly asks the woman, grabbing a paper towel from a roll on the counter and tying it around her now bloody finger.
"Look, blood." She says, holding up her bloody finger.
"Reiko… When was the last time you went outside?" Satchiko asks, looking Reiko in the eye and speaking very emphatically.
"Yesterday…Tuesday," says Reiko before moving to lean against Satchiko. She wraps an arm around the blonde's neck and moans loudly and then retching.
Satchiko tries to pull away from her but Reiko just gets dragged across the kitchen floor as she does because she won't let go of Satchiko.
"Teach me to dance!" shouts Reiko at the top of her lungs.
Satchiko pulls free, growling as she does so. Reiko falls flat onto the floor, face first before vomiting.
"Sorry, Reiko. I have to make a call," says Satchiko as she walks out of the kitchen and into the entryway of the apartment. She walks up to a small table with an old-fashioned phone on it and picks up the receiver.
"Please be home! For the love of God, please be home," Satchiko whispers, sounding more than a little panicked as she dials the phone. There is ringing and then someone picks up. "Yukimi! Reiko has been exposed! …Naoko. Reiko has the Black Death. No, I don't know. No, I asked and she's not lucid. Delirium would be my best guess. Yeah, well can she get here? No, I don't have it. She's already jaundiced! Hell, no, I can't leave! Because it's kind of against the point, Naoko! Yeah… Ok. You're right. *whines* I'm so gonna get arrested! Ok, fine. Bye." Satchiko slams the phone down and runs back into the kitchen.
"Reiko, I have to go outside. I'm gonna lock you in here so you can't leave. When I come back I'll have to break down the door, that's how you'll know it's me."
Satchiko walks up to Reiko who is lying on the floor and not saying anything. She reaches down and takes her left wrist in her hand. After a minute of having her fingers on Reiko's wrist Satchiko stands up and walks away from her.
"I'll be back, Reiko. You hang on. Remember how liver failure is a bad look on you? Hypoxia and rigor mortis would look a lot worse."
Satchiko flits out of the kitchen and then out the door. Once on the other side of the door she looks around the stairwell to make sure no one is there and then sticks a hand in the pocket of her jeans. She pulls a bunch of change out of her pocket and starts putting the coins in the space between the door and the door frame. She makes sure they're nice and tight by giving the doorknob a good tug and then covers her mouth before flitting down the stairs so fast she seems to vanish.