Kurama's Story- A Yu Yu Hakusho Fic.
By Painin Uranus
.:AN:.
Another Kurama-finds-interest-in-new-school-girl story from little ol' me… what can I say? I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS! Lol. Anyways, go ahead and check this one out, I look forward to what you guys have to say!
.:Chapter 1: First Meeting:.
"Kurama!" called a teen boy in a panicked tone. He had black hair that was slicked back with way too much grease, and wore a green school uniform. He was currently going nuts because he had just run out of quarters right when he was gaining more points than Kuwabara was at the arcade, and he needed his friend's help once more. "Kurama, where are you?" Yusuke continued running around in the public park, screaming for his friend. "C'mon, Kurama, where are you? Your school should've let out by now, mine's been out for half an hour! C'mon, Kurama, where'd you go?"
"Now I know why humans like you are forbidden to venture into the park," a cold voice grumbled from up in the trees. A small figure with black hair that seemed to defy gravity and sported a white starburst dropped down from a hidden branch with a quiet landing. The figure, wearing a black tank top and black pants, slowly rose from his crouching form to stare coldly at Yusuke for disrupting his peaceful slumber.
He continued callously, "You people are so loud that if you were to scream during a earthquake, it would cause more damage than the crumbling land."
"Hiei!" he cried out with relief, completely ignoring the insult—after all, it was a normal thing. "Have you, by any chance, seen Kurama?" Yusuke asked frantically.
"Kurama? He's still at that 'school' place, the baka," Hiei insulted.
"WHAT?"
Birds flew out of the trees as the cry echoed throughout the town, managing to reach a certain red-headed boy's school…
.:At Meiou High:.
"I appreciate your help, Suichi," the teacher said kindly. "I don't know how long I would've been here cleaning this place up. That janitor had perfect timing, quitting when he did, it seems like kids are becoming even more careless with trash."
"It's not a problem, Ms. Hakashi, I was happy to help you out," Kurama replied, smiling. She returned it.
"Well, we've picked up the classroom well enough. You should get home, I'm sure your mother is worried about you."
"She shouldn't be, I happen to help out other tutors with the same problem," he assured her with a bright smile and a light laugh.
She shouldn't worry, if Hiei did what I told him to, he thought to himself.
"Still," she said sternly, but her good mood evident on her face. "You should head home. I'm sure there are other things you would rather do than helping out a jaded old women that is about to retire."
"It's all the more reason to help you out," he stated, just as firmly.
"I thank you for that, Suichi. Now, go on, and say hi to your mother for me."
"As always, Ms. Hakashi, as always," Kurama said as he slid open the classroom door. He silently closed it behind him and slowly walked down the hall towards the entrance to the school, content on taking his time. There was no rush, so he didn't need to waste his energy.
He was looking down at the tiled floor, trying to think of the reason that made him want to stay there in the first place, for he knew it wasn't to help the teacher. As much as he liked to help out, playing the janitor was not something he wanted to do in his free time.
A door slid open ahead of him, but he gave it no heed, too deep in thought to care.
"…I appreciate you taking your time to help me with my classes, Mr. Kenji, I don't know what I would do without you," the girl said as she walked backwards out of the classroom.
"Take care, young lady, and I hope you have better luck adjusting to this school."
"Thank you very much. I will speak with you tomorrow!"
She turned around only to bump into Kurama, who had not noticed that there was someone in his way. She pitched over and would have hit the hard floor had not a strong hand around her waist prevented her from preceding any further.
"My sincerest apologies, I should have paid attention to where I was heading," Kurama said quickly, pulling the girl back firmly on her feet. The girl marveled at his strength, for he didn't seem to have any form of such muscle on his lean body. Besides, when she ran into him, if felt like crashing into a brick wall!
Getting a good look at his features, the girl instantly started to break out in a nervous sweat.
"N-No," she stammered just as swiftly. "I shouldn't have exited the classroom like that. It was stupid of me."
"Do not blame yourself," Kurama assured her, effectively cutting off her next reply. Thinking back to what he heard and dismissed so easily, he spoke pleasantly, "You are new here, I presume? I don't remember seeing your lovely face among others in the halls and classes."
The girl blushed at his friendliness and nodded jerkily. "Y-Yes… my name is Megumi."
"A beautiful name." Kurama looked around once more, then continued, "Why have you stayed so late? Were you looking for something, or…?"
"Oh, no, I simply wanted to talk to all of my new teachers so that I could have a better understanding of their classes," she assured, for what reason she did not know.
"Very insightful," Kurama complimented with a small smile.
Megumi blushed, but accepted the compliment quietly. She was use to people saying such comments, but she never knew what to say to them. Suddenly she looked up into those emerald eyes of Kurama's and asked, "What is your name? I'm afraid we jumped over that part… either that, or"—she smirked with a raised eyebrow—"you don't want me to know it so that you can be that mysterious rescuer from those cheesy romance movies."
Kurama chuckled. This girl was amusing. "I believe that only happens when the two do actually fall in love, and then, if this was like those movies, you would spend the rest of your days trying to find out who I was." With that Kurama started to walk away from the slightly stunned Megumi.
"Wait a minute!" she called after him after a moment. "You didn't tell me your name!"
He looked briefly over his shoulder and laugh quietly. "So I didn't… what do you know…" and he still continued to walk away, making no move to say anything else.
She stared after him dumbly, his long red hair gently brushing against his back like a curtain does when stationed next to an open window.
Then she blushed deeply.
So starts her investigation…
.:AN:.
I know, short, sweet and stupid—it was suppose to be like that. It was just a brief idea, and I knew that I would continue it later on, but I just wanted to see what you guys thought! Should I continue? Can I have some ideas, here? PLEASE? Right, well, R&R on your way out!
Sayonara!
Painin Uranus a.k.a. P.U.--
