Warnings: None so far.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho and any of it characters.
"To lose it before Your Very Eyes"
Chapter One: Hearing but not to seeing, senses without correspondence.
The sky was supposed be gray with storm clouds looming over head; it supposed have been dreary, and dark. It was supposed match how Kurama felt on today, the day of his mother's funeral. Instead of dark and dreary the sky there was bright and cloudy less.
It's as if weather was mocking her. Kurama thought bitterly, as he stared out of the window of the small limo. Funerals aren't supposed to be on happy, cheery days filled with children laughing and having fun, not on days were people go out to enjoy the weather, not on days that she loved most…
Kurama was knocked out of his reverie as the limo came to stop. Here we are, time to say goodbye to mother. His stepfather and stepbrother got out of the car first, and Kurama followed in a mechanical way, his body seemed to move with him only being vaguely aware of it. His mind seemed to trail off in to another world, a world filled with memories of Shori, memories of when he was little, of trips to the park, bedtime stories, and holidays. He had no idea how he was ever going to fair without Shori, she kept him sane, and alive she was his reason for being here.
Many people came to the funeral, many of which Kurama had never even seen before now. He silently wished that this could have been more of private occasion with only family and close friends. Yuusuke and the other members of the Reikai Tantei were also present, even Hiei. That naturally shocked him; he knew that Hiei had never met Shori formally, so Kurama came to the conclusion that Hiei must have felt the obligated to go.
As the priest said number of prays, Kurama fought to keep his emotions at bay he had to be strong if not for himself but Shori. She like any parent would never want him to cry, not even for her. He stared at the casket spray that rested upon the polished, bleached white casket; he didn't dare look directly at the casket, the whole thought of his mother in the furnished box six feet under, made his stomach churn.
A single tear slid down his cheek, it wasn't fair, he needed her! She was the reason why he kept up his human façade. She kept him sane. She was the reason why he was willing to give his life to the Forlorn Hope for her well being when she had suffered for her life treating illness.
Then it struck him, and when it did he would have laughed it hadn't been such a morbid occasion. She was destined to die, and no matter times he prolonged it. He cheated her out of death once and there was would be not second time. She was gone now, and he would have to accept that.
The priest went on telling how Shori lived a happy life and how she touched the lives of many. Behind Kurama, Keiko let out sob as she buried her head into Yuusuke's shoulder. Yuusuke wrapped his arm around her, and kissed the crown her head to try and console her, but his attempts were only in vain.
Kurama stared straight a head at the casket spray again, the action was attempt to block out the sounds of others crying, the words of the priest, to block out the world. Flowers always had a calming affect on him, no matter how irritated, how miserable he was, but this time the flowers failed him. The carnations, spider mums and roses brought him no comfort, no relief and no peace.
Kurama closed his eyes tightly to prevent tears for spilling over but somehow then got past his eyelids, and slowly made their way down his face on to his lap. He made no motion to wipe them away. Why bother? They would just keep falling. With his eyes still closed he tuned out everyone around him.
He sat there reminiscing about trips to the beach, building sand castles with her. He remembered wadding through the water with her, clenching her hand tighter when a wave threatened to knock him over.
In his mind the beach seemed to fade in to park. He watched as his younger version of himself, hide behind a great oak tree. The vast tree shadowed the surrounding ground, patches of the golden light form the sun the openings in the leaves, illuminated the shadowed grass. He watched as his mother walked around looking for his younger self.
"Shuuichi! Oh, where are you Shuuichi?" Shori said in a mock-worried voice, for she knew exactly where Shuuichi was hidden. She had seen his arm a from behind the tree, but she decided to play along with his game.
Kurama placed a hand over his mouth to muffle his fit of giggles, she was going to be so suspired when he jumped out from behind the tree. As Shori approached closer to the tree, Kurama jumped out from behind the tree and screamed, "BOO! Shori took a small step back placed a hand over her heart and made a surprised face.
"Oh, there you are!" she said smiling.
"Yup, did I scare you?" Kurama asked hopefully.
"Yes you did Shuuichi! I never been so scared before, and with that said do you think you can tune down the scariness just a bit?"
"Okay mom, I will." Kurama replied with a small grin.
Kurama smiled softly at memory and prayed silently that he would not have to leave and go back to reality, but just a soon as he had thought of that, the memory started slip away, fading way into darkness. 'No!' Kurama's mind screamed. 'Please don't go!' he begged, but sure enough it did ending with the sound of his mother's laugh, the laugh that he had loved so much.
The silence of his mind engulfed Kurama, but it wasn't silent for long. It was faint a first, but quickly grew louder, almost frantic. It was the noise scratching, Kurama's brow knotted in confusion, where was that noise coming form?
As scratching became louder, snapped his eyes open and scanned his surrounds franticly.
It's not coming from me behind, not from my left, not from my right, its most befo- Kurama out himself off his as his eyes widened. The noise was coming from the casket. The scratching had become so loud, it sounded as if it right next to his ear. Suddenly a voice a arose from the casket,
"Oh my god! Someone help me please! I can't die here, please! SOMEONE! Shuuichi, help me! OH GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!" the voice was unmistakably Shori's.
This can't be…she's dead. Kurama thought, he searched his brain for a reasonable explanation to this but nothing would come.
"SHUUICHI, PLEASE HELP ME! I CAN'T DIE HERE!" Shori's screams became frantic and mingled with sobs of helplessness.
Kurama glanced around, how could no one hear this! Shori was screaming for help, and if he didn't do something she'd be buried alive! Kurama stood abruptly, cause others to stare at him, and the priest stop what he was saying and stared questionably at Kurama.
"Sit down, Shuuichi." His stepfather said quietly but forcefully.
But the command fell to death ears as Kurama ran over to the casket, Yuusuke and Kuwabara followed after. Standing in front of the casket, Kurama then threw the casket spray off the top it, sending flowers flying in every which direction. He could hear people running toward him, and he could hear the gasps of others but he won't stop, not until he got Shori out of there.
He's hands searched over around the side of the casket desperately trying to find a way to open it, finally he found it and opened the opened the lid her realizing his mothers pale, still, dead face.
"No" Kurama whispered, as he backed away from the casket and into Yuusuke and Kuwabara. Kuwabara placed his hand on Kurama's shoulder, but Kurama shrugged it off.
"I heard her! She was screaming for someone!" Kurama screamed as he ran back to the casket. He looked over his mother face and again it was still, who could this be? He heard her!
Yuusuke and Kuwabara came up behind him and grabbed him by the arms and pulled him away for the casket. Kurama didn't protest he didn't even realize he was being pulled away; all he could think of was those screams.
"Goodbye Shuuichi."
The last thing kurama heard was someone scream something and then the world faded in to black.
A/N: Alright that was the first installment of my little fanfiction. I'm praying it was a too much of, or a cliché of some sort. I was going for a more psychological type story, something about the mind and something that shock/ surprise you, I hope I at least got you interested for more, and if I didn't…oh well I guess…
Next chapter should be up soon so expect more! The next chapter will go more into Shori's death, or will it…you just have to read to find out, heh.
Oh, yes before I forget, please review if you have a chance. Your comments really help me grow as a writer, so if you can then please do so and if you don't that's okay because I shall continue with or without your support.