Disclaimer: If I did own Yu Yu Hakusho, Kurama would be the main character. In other words, I DO NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Summary: A new girl joins Kurama and Kaitou's class. But not one day after, strange things start happening to Kurama and his human mother. What does this dark-haired beauty have in store for our favorite fox? Either KuramaxOC or KaitouxOC, depending on what people think. Rated for future violence.
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The Graveyard Bird
"Class, we have a new student with us today. I'd like you all to meet Raven Cornix."
The girl at the front of the room bowed a bit stiffly. "Hajimemashite," she murmured.
"Raven," the teacher continued, "has just moved here from—where was it again?"
Raven smiled. "Kozott," she answered. "It's a small region in Indonesia. My father was there on a… business trip." Her eyes were fixed on a very specific face in the third row.
Kurama noticed the girl's attention, wondering why she was staring. Her hair was sleek, and black, so dark it didn't even reflect the light. Her eyes were a disturbing shade of violet, and she smelled not quite human.
"Where should you sit… Ah! Why don't you take the seat next to Shuichi? Shuichi, raise your hand so Raven can find you."
Kurama raised his hand barely an inch off the desk. He really hated this teacher; she was overly patronizing of everyone in the class, even when there was no way Raven could avoid finding him. He was the only one with an empty seat next to him except in the back, where no teacher ever sent a new student.
Raven spotted his hand and walked over. She slid her bag under her seat and sat down, hair swirling around her. Kurama could see from where he sat that half the male population of the class was already infatuated with her.
Raven's eyes flicked over to him, closely followed by the rest of her face. She smiled an empty smile. "Hajimemashite. Watashi no namae wa Raven desu. Douzo yoroshiku."
Kurama nodded. "Hajimemashite. Watashi wa Minamino Shuichi desu. Douzo yoroshiku." Abruptly switching to English, which her accent suggested, he informed her, "Your pronunciation is terrible."
Raven smiled again, switching as well. "English… good guess." She faced front just as the teacher was realizing the conversation going on behind her. Kurama followed suit.
"Well," the teacher said, writing up notes on the board again, "show of hands. Who here didn't do the homework for last night?"
Raven's hand shot up proudly, an ironic grin plastered onto her face.
"Besides Miss Cornix?"
The word clicked in Kurama's mind. "Interesting name," he commented dryly. "Raven Crow."
Raven smiled. "Crow for my father, Raven for my mother. She named me… thought it was prettier than the other translation, but Dad went and named me Crow anyway."
Kaitou watched from the back. The girl was different. Kurama was wary around her. Whatever the reason, it couldn't be good news for them.
After school, Kaitou and Kurama were headed towards Kurama's human home. Kaitou looked up at the sky as though bored and commented, "the new girl was quite pretty. Most of the other boys noticed. Did you?" He smiled a little; it was unlikely that Kurama cared whether he knew or not.
Kurama thought for a moment before answering. "Kaitou," he said softly, "very few humans have violet eyes. Whatever others thought it was, it was her… unnaturalness… that attracted them to her."
Kaitou stopped and waited until Kurama faced him. "Unnatural?" Kaitou raised an eyebrow. "Shuichi, what do you know that you aren't telling me?"
Kurama looked away and wouldn't answer. After a few moments Kaitou sighed and kept walking.
Shiori greeted her son and his friend happily when they arrived. Kurama stopped inside, hesitant. His mother had been ill recently, but she seemed healthy now, better than ever before, in fact; but there was some strange smell lingering around her, some foreign energy.
Shiori was leaving the room, unaware of her son's suspicions. "Oh, by the way, Shuichi," she added, turning around, "I met your new friend today. She came by the house—Raven, I think it was?"
Kurama froze. The girl had come to his house? His specifically? "Yes, it's Raven," he said, trying to mask his distress. "Did she say why she came?"
Shiori frowned. Clearly, she could tell her son's distress and it upset her. "Well, she said she was looking for you. We talked—oh! She left something upstairs for you in your room."
Kurama turned toward the stairs and practically flew up to the second floor, Kaitou following more slowly behind. Reaching his room, Kurama deactivated the wards with his ki and opened the door.
The room itself was normal, the window closed and locked from inside; anyone who had come in would have had to use the door. But that was impossible; like fingerprints, ki was an individualized trait. The wards on the door would only shut down for his youki or his mother's reiki, and she hadn't been in here recently.
Kaitou, following Kurama into the room, was the first to notice the paper on the desk. He tapped Kurama's shoulder; the fox jumped. Kaitou chose to ignore it and pointed to the paper. "Unless you left a cryptic note to yourself, Shuichi, we just found what Raven left behind."
Kurama approached the desk warily and looked down at the paper. It read: Revenge is a dish best served cold… but it's cold enough for me! The letter was signed with a black bird's silhouette. Kurama picked it up gingerly and flipped it over. On the back it read, A cryptic, mixed-up, mashed-up message courtesy of the one you killed.
Kurama dropped the message just before it burst into flames.
Kaitou eyed the flames as he stamped them out. "Did she heal Shiori?" he asked.
"Most likely. But it can only be seen as a threat. What is given, can be taken away."
Kaitou pushed his glasses further up on his nose. "Should we involve the Tantei?"
"No." Kurama exited the room. "If you want to tell the other psychics, that's fine. And the knowledge of Raven's presence should be revealed. But the rest… the threat, and her apparent focus… should be left out of it."
Kurama looked back at the ashes that had been the message. They had formed themselves into three English words: The Graveyard Bird.
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For the record, this is the first story I've ever written for the general public. If it's terrible, please tell me why so that I can fix it. I will update it if anyone likes it. (Please like it.)
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Kristelle Alshabar