Title: Memory's Door
Author: Snow Tigra
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Author's Note: AU, lemons, Yuusuke and Kurama pairing, possibly Hiei *looks at her muses suspiciously* And yeah, this AU is a little strange. It's basically the same as the show, difference is no Spirit Detectives. If that gets confusing just keep reading and I promise it'll be explained.
Prologue
Kurama fidgeted in his chair, watching the clock behind the teacher's head. His pen between his fingers, he resisted the urge to tap it against his notebook to the pace which he wanted the second hand to go to. Or for that matter, the pace he wanted the minute hand to go to. It was moving too slow, and he was already itching to leave badly. He frowned.
Kurama wasn't the type to want to leave class early. In fact, he was the one pegged most likely to stay in class late and even come in extra early, if it meant more school work. Kurama was the school honor student, the best in his class at everything. He was that one student, the one that exists at every school, who seems to be perfect in everyway and had everyone following at his heels, hoping that some of that talent might accidently rub off onto them if they brushed past him. Suuichi Minamino never looked at the clock like the other students, he always had his complete attention on the teacher up front, taking perfect and consis notes.
Well, almost always.
I must be picking up bad habits from him, Suuichi thought with a small smile. He relaxed a bit and set down his pencil, his eyes roaming the blackboard behind the teacher. But he wasn't looking at the markings there, instead he was gazing beyond the blackboard, into his own mind. And perhaps that's what did the trick, because the next moment the bell rang for class to be over. Kurama couldn't help but smile as he stood up and packed up his books, then headed out of the classroom and across the school yard.
He'd been anxious all day, never able to keep his mind on the subject at hand. It wasn't too bad, he supposed, but then he just wasn't used to being so destracted. He was used to doing perfect and having a mind only for school work and his own grades. He'd been like that from his first day at kindergarden. But then, something had just recently changed all of that.
Not something... someone.
Someone with slick black hair that was greased back across his head and stuck up just a bit on each side, those ends refusing to listen no matter how much was done to them. Someone with deep brown eyes and a cocky smile that hinted at secrets that only he knew, and secrets he would never ever tell. Someone who never seemed to attend his classes, who was the complete oppisite of Kuramain every way shape and form. If oppisites attracted then this had to be the most perfect match in the world. Because Yuusuke Urameshi was the last person that Kurama ever thought he would fall in love with. Who in their right mind would fall for such a rude, uncivilized, hot and sexy michevious little rat like that?
Apaprently I would, he reflected with a soft smile as he came up upon the shop building and circled round back. And, as usual, he found Yuusuke standing there waiting for him, leaning against his shiny black motorcycle. Kurama swore that the only reason Yuusuke even came to school anymore was to drive him there and home on that motorcycle he loved so much. But then Kurama never complained, there was just something about that bad boy attitude...
"Someone was impacient," Yuusuke said with a smirk as he tossed a green bike helmet to Kurama, one that perfectly matched his eyes.
"Why do you think that?" Kurama asked, catching the helmet and walking around the bike to attach his bag to the back.
"Because someone didn't stay after class, in fact, I'm betting a certain someone nearly ran here."
Kurama glanced back and wasn't surprised to see that cocky grin trained on him. He returned his own small smirk. "I wasn't aware you were timing me."
Yuusuke laughed at that and fastened on his own helmet, swinging his leg over the bike and kicked the gas. Kurama climbed on behind him and easily wrapped his arms around Yuusuke's waist, then rested his head against his back as they took off.
Kurama rested against Yuusuke's back as they rode down the street, taking the long way home. They always took the long way home, and Kurama never complained. He had to admit to himself that he was beginning to enjoy the ride home from school more then school itself. Nothing seemed better then riding behind Yuusuke at the end of a long day of sitting in class listening to lectures, and hearing the roar of the engine over everything else. At times like these he didn't care about anything, he just let himself forget everything and enjoy the nothingness and the warm body he was pressed up against.
"It's friday," Yuusuke yelled over the roaring of the engine. Kurama could just barely make out his voice but he caught the words and nodded, giving Yuusuke a small squeeze in response. Yuusuke responded by hitting the gas more and turning, almost sharply, with the motorcycle, away from their usual route.
It was friday, the best day of the week. Ever since they'd met five years ago out on the school lawn, they'd start riding home together on Yuusuke's motorcycle. That first night had been a friday and Kurama had insisted on being taken home. Yuusuke, however, had had other plans, and had driven off to take Kurama up to a hill where there was a perfect view of the sunset so they could both talk. It hadn't been intended, but that night they'd gotten together as a couple, soon becoming accustomed to each other's presence. And ever since then, even though they now lived together as roommates, visiting the same hill had become a weekly practise.
The motorcycle rode up the hill, twisting up among the trees until they neared their destination.
As they drove closer though, Kurama began to hear a strange buzzing in his ears. Blinking he sat up a bit in the seat and glanced around them as it became louder. He was about to open his mouth and ask Yuusuke to stop, when there was a flash of light.
Suddenly Kurama wasn't sitting on the back of the motorcycle anymore. He was floating... or possibly falling.
Then the world shattered into a painful red and silver.
Author: Snow Tigra
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Author's Note: AU, lemons, Yuusuke and Kurama pairing, possibly Hiei *looks at her muses suspiciously* And yeah, this AU is a little strange. It's basically the same as the show, difference is no Spirit Detectives. If that gets confusing just keep reading and I promise it'll be explained.
Prologue
Kurama fidgeted in his chair, watching the clock behind the teacher's head. His pen between his fingers, he resisted the urge to tap it against his notebook to the pace which he wanted the second hand to go to. Or for that matter, the pace he wanted the minute hand to go to. It was moving too slow, and he was already itching to leave badly. He frowned.
Kurama wasn't the type to want to leave class early. In fact, he was the one pegged most likely to stay in class late and even come in extra early, if it meant more school work. Kurama was the school honor student, the best in his class at everything. He was that one student, the one that exists at every school, who seems to be perfect in everyway and had everyone following at his heels, hoping that some of that talent might accidently rub off onto them if they brushed past him. Suuichi Minamino never looked at the clock like the other students, he always had his complete attention on the teacher up front, taking perfect and consis notes.
Well, almost always.
I must be picking up bad habits from him, Suuichi thought with a small smile. He relaxed a bit and set down his pencil, his eyes roaming the blackboard behind the teacher. But he wasn't looking at the markings there, instead he was gazing beyond the blackboard, into his own mind. And perhaps that's what did the trick, because the next moment the bell rang for class to be over. Kurama couldn't help but smile as he stood up and packed up his books, then headed out of the classroom and across the school yard.
He'd been anxious all day, never able to keep his mind on the subject at hand. It wasn't too bad, he supposed, but then he just wasn't used to being so destracted. He was used to doing perfect and having a mind only for school work and his own grades. He'd been like that from his first day at kindergarden. But then, something had just recently changed all of that.
Not something... someone.
Someone with slick black hair that was greased back across his head and stuck up just a bit on each side, those ends refusing to listen no matter how much was done to them. Someone with deep brown eyes and a cocky smile that hinted at secrets that only he knew, and secrets he would never ever tell. Someone who never seemed to attend his classes, who was the complete oppisite of Kuramain every way shape and form. If oppisites attracted then this had to be the most perfect match in the world. Because Yuusuke Urameshi was the last person that Kurama ever thought he would fall in love with. Who in their right mind would fall for such a rude, uncivilized, hot and sexy michevious little rat like that?
Apaprently I would, he reflected with a soft smile as he came up upon the shop building and circled round back. And, as usual, he found Yuusuke standing there waiting for him, leaning against his shiny black motorcycle. Kurama swore that the only reason Yuusuke even came to school anymore was to drive him there and home on that motorcycle he loved so much. But then Kurama never complained, there was just something about that bad boy attitude...
"Someone was impacient," Yuusuke said with a smirk as he tossed a green bike helmet to Kurama, one that perfectly matched his eyes.
"Why do you think that?" Kurama asked, catching the helmet and walking around the bike to attach his bag to the back.
"Because someone didn't stay after class, in fact, I'm betting a certain someone nearly ran here."
Kurama glanced back and wasn't surprised to see that cocky grin trained on him. He returned his own small smirk. "I wasn't aware you were timing me."
Yuusuke laughed at that and fastened on his own helmet, swinging his leg over the bike and kicked the gas. Kurama climbed on behind him and easily wrapped his arms around Yuusuke's waist, then rested his head against his back as they took off.
Kurama rested against Yuusuke's back as they rode down the street, taking the long way home. They always took the long way home, and Kurama never complained. He had to admit to himself that he was beginning to enjoy the ride home from school more then school itself. Nothing seemed better then riding behind Yuusuke at the end of a long day of sitting in class listening to lectures, and hearing the roar of the engine over everything else. At times like these he didn't care about anything, he just let himself forget everything and enjoy the nothingness and the warm body he was pressed up against.
"It's friday," Yuusuke yelled over the roaring of the engine. Kurama could just barely make out his voice but he caught the words and nodded, giving Yuusuke a small squeeze in response. Yuusuke responded by hitting the gas more and turning, almost sharply, with the motorcycle, away from their usual route.
It was friday, the best day of the week. Ever since they'd met five years ago out on the school lawn, they'd start riding home together on Yuusuke's motorcycle. That first night had been a friday and Kurama had insisted on being taken home. Yuusuke, however, had had other plans, and had driven off to take Kurama up to a hill where there was a perfect view of the sunset so they could both talk. It hadn't been intended, but that night they'd gotten together as a couple, soon becoming accustomed to each other's presence. And ever since then, even though they now lived together as roommates, visiting the same hill had become a weekly practise.
The motorcycle rode up the hill, twisting up among the trees until they neared their destination.
As they drove closer though, Kurama began to hear a strange buzzing in his ears. Blinking he sat up a bit in the seat and glanced around them as it became louder. He was about to open his mouth and ask Yuusuke to stop, when there was a flash of light.
Suddenly Kurama wasn't sitting on the back of the motorcycle anymore. He was floating... or possibly falling.
Then the world shattered into a painful red and silver.