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Summary: Trying to forget his former life, Kurama decided to move into an old apartment to start a new one. Everything seemed perfect... except for the fact no one has lived there for more than fourteen days.

Fourteen Days

Chapter 1

Day 1

Kurama grunted as he lifted his big, brown and heavy bag. It wasn't much, but it contained everything he needed. He didn't take all the stuff he had, as they weren't all necessary. And he'd been in a hurry to leave his old house.

The redhead expelled a deep sigh, before darting his eyes towards the number written on the wooden door in front of him.

Room 103.

This was it, Kurama thought, his new apartment. He had to start life from scratch, but he figured it wouldn't be so bad. No one there seemed to know who he was, and he was all by himself.

Perfect.

If he had been with his beloved mother, Kurama would've been reprimanded for thinking in such a way, but after she passed away, he realized he couldn't bear staying at his old house anymore. It brought too many painful memories. So he moved out. Decided to start a new life at a new place. The apartment was old, but he would settle just fine with it.

Taking a deep breath, Kurama extended a hand out, and opened the door. He took in everything he could see from outside the door, noted a few spider webs and debris here and there. But, nothing else seemed to be a problem. The place just needed some decorations, a few fixing here and there and a bit of cleaning, and it would be brand new.

Entering, Kurama closed the door behind him, and proceeded to put down his bag. The heavy material making a loud 'thud' sound as it landed on the dirty floor.

Well, time to unpack.

"Hey, you're the new guy who moved into Room 103, right?"

An unfamiliar voice reached his ears, and Kurama turned around in his seat to stare at the owner with a look of displeasure on his face. He had been eating. And he didn't like people disturbing him when he was eating.

"Yes," he answered dryly, before going back to his food.

The stranger, a boy with black hair slicked back with gel and brown eyes, took a seat beside him at the table. He grinned at the redhead, ignoring the glare he received in return.

"I'm Yusuke Urameshi. What's your name?" he asked in a friendly voice, as he split his chopsticks and started to devour his ramen.

Kurama's glare slightly intensified as he watched the other male sloppily eat his food. "Shuichi. Shuichi Minamino," he replied anyway.

"Shuichi?" Yusuke echoed, testing the name with his tongue. "Sounds like a little boy's name to me. You've got another name? Like a nickname or something?"

"No," Kurama lied.

Yusuke didn't believe him, not buying his lie. "Yes," he answered for the redhead, grinning as Kurama gave him a heated stare.

"What is it?" he questioned, despite the less than friendly look Kurama sported on his features.

"It's Kurama."

"Kurama, eh? Now that sounds a lot better, if not a little weird," Yusuke remarked, a laugh erupting from his throat. "How did you get that nickname anyway? Sounds like a far cry from Shuichi."

Kurama rolled his eyes. "Long story," he responded curtly, his answer brief.

"Oh yeah?" A black eyebrow was raised his way in a questioning manner. "How about the reason you moved into that apartment? Is that a long story too?" Yusuke bombarded him with more inquiries.

Kurama inwardly groaned in frustration, getting slightly irritated. This guy didn't even know him that much, yet he was asking him a lot of question. Kurama never liked nosy people, but he made no move to tell the other male how he was invading his privacy.

"Long story," he answered simply, sending a warning glance at Yusuke to silently tell him not to speak again. Yusuke noticed the look, understood the message, but didn't acknowledge it.

"Okay. I'm not gonna ask you anything else, so don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon." Yusuke grinned toothily when Kurama blushed red in embarrassment. He hadn't thought his annoyance was that obvious.

"But, I'm just gonna warn you about something," Yusuke went on, the grin wavering from his face, replaced by a serious look. Kurama's eyebrows shot up in curiousity, but the redhead didn't prod him about what he meant, and waited for the other male to elaborate.

He did. "No one has ever lived there for more than fourteen days, and shit hit the fan a lot of times before. To be honest, I dunno what's up with that room, but I know there's something going on." Yusuke narrowed his eyes. "Be careful, Kurama."

A small appreciative but disbelieving smile tugged at Kurama's lips. That was probably just a rumor, and nothing more. But, he didn't bother to tell Yusuke he didn't believe him and instead politely said, "Thank you, Yusuke, but I'll be fine."

Yusuke seemed to notice the redhead's distrust towards his words, but resisted the urge to convince him otherwise. Kurama would probably get angry if he insisted he was right, so maybe he should leave him alone. For now. Besides, he was already running late for his date with Keiko as it is, and he didn't want to face his girlfriend's wrath. He shivered at the thought.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I'm gonna go now," Yusuke said abruptly, and stood up from his chair. He cast the redhead a worried glance before excusing himself.

"Just now that you can come to me in case you're in trouble or something," he managed to add before leaving Kurama, waving his hand at the redhead as he bid him farewell. "See ya!"

Kurama just smiled weakly, but he waved back anyway. Yusuke was a strange one, he couldn't help but think.

Why would he need any help?

Kurama turned off the night lamp as he slid into the safety of his sheets. He glanced briefly at the clock: 9:30 p.m. He was going to bed a lot earlier than he usually would, but he was very exhausted after a tiring day of cleaning his new apartment.

Kurama expelled a contented sigh as he brought the sheets to his chin. After adjusting to a more comfortable position, the redhead closed his eyes to sleep. But, as a few more minutes passed, he realized he couldn't, and opened his eyes again. He wasn't entirely sure why, he never had any difficulty in sleeping, especially when he was tired. Perhaps he was still not used to his new place? Maybe.

Eyes drifting close again, Kurama tried to get to sleep. But to no avail. He let out n exasperated groan, and was about to slide the sheets off of him to get up from the bed... when he suddenly felt another presence beside him. Lying next to him in the bed. Watching him. It felt as if there was someone else in the room.

He frowned deeply at the uncomfortable feeling, cold sweat starting to bead his forehead and his back, dampening his blue pajamas.

He was frightened.

Kurama heard some shuffling, as if someone was getting ready for bed. His heart started to beat faster in his chest, fear taking over his senses. What was going on? Was he imagining this?

As soon as he thought that, he felt the presence standing up from the bed. A giggle sounded throughout the room, reached his ears, and making him tremble in fear. The eerie sound was followed by footsteps echoing in his room, running towards the door. It opened and closed, as if someone had left the room.

The redhead expelled a breath he didn't realize he was holding. With shaky hands as cold as ice, Kurama removed the covers from his body and proceeded to fix his gaze on the door. He stared at it for a while, as if waiting for something to barge in. A few moments passed, but nothing happened. Soon, he was convinced that he had probably imagined it. Perhaps he was letting Yusuke's words get to him too much. Or maybe he was just sleepy, therefore, he was imagining things that weren't there.

Choosing the latter, Kurama heaved another sigh, before bringing the covers back to his chin. His eyes slowly closed, and he drifted into the land of dreams.

Unaware of a white silhouette standing at the door. Staring at him with red eyes. A creepy grin spread on its face.