This is just an inbetweenie chapter. If you don't want to read something
with no action, just skip it. Nothing important happens here, but I suggest
you read it anyway. Toodles.
At Your Bedside
Zetsumei Omakage sank into her bubble bath. It was yesterday that a handsome redhead had helped her in the library and then agreed to go to the school dance with her. As she sat there, he was all that was on her mind.
He wasn't like other people. He didn't think I was a freak. He even had powers too.
She put together a mental picture of him as she stared at the ceiling. She recalled how his fragrant red hair fell slightly over his face and ears. His green eyes were the kindest she'd ever seen. His build in general was muscular, but not overly so, as he put his hands in the pockets of his pants.
Suddenly, something hit the window and disturbed her thinking. She got up to see what it was to find that a bird had rammed itself head on into the window.
"Dumb birds," she said as she returned to the bath. After only a few minutes, something else hit her window. She got up angrily, finding the bird's timing very annoying. She thrust the window open, in an effort to warn any other foul nearby that her window was a crash-free zone, to find that she was staring into the chest of a person, a rather hurt person. She looked up and saw that the person was Shuichi.
"Shuichi!? What are you doing here?! You're bleeding all over?!" she said as she helped him over the window sill. She took him into her room, and sat him on her bed. She walked out for a moment and came back with a long white wrap and some rubbing alcohol.
"Stay still," she said as she bent down to tend to his broken ribs. Next, she dressed the wounds on his shoulders, arms, and legs. After this was done, she sat up and stared at him.
"May I ask why you are looking at me?" he said.
"You don't seem like the kind of person to get into reckless fights, but that seems to be the only way you could have gotten those bruises. Don't lie to me, because the skin over your ribs has the clearest imprint of a knuckle. What happened?"
Shuichi was caught between a rock and a hard place. How would he explain that he was a Reikai Tentai, or the fact that there is a whole other world, talk less of two, beyond this one?
"You know, Shuichi, I'm not one to pry into others business. If you ever decide that I need to know, you can tell me, but I won't force you," she said as she stood up. Shuichi heaved a sigh of relief. Sooner or later he'd have to tell her, but sooner was not the option he wanted to choose.
"Lay down or you'll stress your muscles," Zetsumei said, and, after seeing him struggle to lie down without pain, helped him.
"Well, let me drain the bath water and I'll come and keep you company," she said as she turned to leave the room again.
After a few moments, she walked back in with a medium sized fox at her heels. It was an orangish-red color, with golden eyes and a tail to match. Shuichi turned to look at it and Zetsumei said quickly, "He's just a weird breed of dog."
"I do believe that's a fox," said Shuichi, raising his eyebrow.
"Oh, okay. He is a fox, but please don't tell anyone. I don't think it's legal," she said desperately.
"You don't tell anyone about this, and I won't tell anyone about your pet," Shuichi said.
"He's not my pet, he's my friend; my only friend, as odd as that sounds. He listens and comforts me when I don't feel up to scratch. If that's not a friend, I don't know what is," she said as she sat down on the carpet, the fox in question jumping into her arms.
"Well, I'll listen and comfort you, if you like; I'll be your friend also," he said softly. Zetsumei blushed slightly, not because of his words, but because the manner in which he said them was so sweet that it was almost embarrassing to her.
"Thank you," she said quietly. After this, there was a long pause.
"Can you hand me that book? It's right there when you stretch your hand out," she asked. Shuichi did as she said and came upon a book with a title called, What's This Guy Like?
"The one beside it," she said. He handed her the book, and she opened it. He took out the other book and started to read it. He looked up his appearance in this book. He browsed through blonde and brunette until he came to redhead. Under that, he looked for green eyes. When he found it, he began to read.
Red hair, green eyes: These guys are quite violent and are very skilled at fighting. However, they have their softer sides, but usually only around their significant other. They can also be classified as outrageous or explosive. When dealing with these guys, just go with the flow, and you're sure to have fun. But beware; these guys can also get you into serious trouble.
"Do you think that I'm anything like what they say I am?" he asked her after pondering a bit.
"Honestly, no. You're very peaceful and not outrageous at all. As for the way you act around your significant other, I just wouldn't know," she said still staring down at her own piece of literature. He cocked his eyebrow at her, but said nothing.
It was about an hour before anyone spoke. In this time Shuichi, had shelved the book, and fallen asleep. She took her eyes away from her book for a moment to steal a look at his face. She put her book down and crawled to his bedside. She rested her folded arms on the bed and laid her hands upon them. He looked so innocent, so sweet. His red hair was sprawled all over his face and she gently wiped hem away from his face. After a while, she fell asleep also. Shuichi woke up and looked around him, before he saw Zetsumei sleeping on the edge of the bed. He looked at her with a soft smile. Her eyes fluttered open to find that he was staring at her. "Was I drooling or something?" she asked, wondering what she had done to earn his gaze. "No, you were just being pretty, that's all," he said, taking the covers off of himself, and getting off of the bed. "You're still not healed yet," she said, beckoning him back to the bed. "I have a friend who can help me. Thank-you," he said as he gave her a friendly peck on the cheek. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" she asked worriedly. "I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow then. Is 6:30 alright to get you?" he asked. "Yeah, I'll be ready," she nodded happily. "Bye, Zetsu," he said at her doorstep. "Bye, Kurama-fox," she waved.
How did she know my name is Kurama? And how did she know I was a fox demon? Does she have mind reading powers? All these questions popped into Kurama's mind as he proceeded to walk down the street toward his house.
At Your Bedside
Zetsumei Omakage sank into her bubble bath. It was yesterday that a handsome redhead had helped her in the library and then agreed to go to the school dance with her. As she sat there, he was all that was on her mind.
He wasn't like other people. He didn't think I was a freak. He even had powers too.
She put together a mental picture of him as she stared at the ceiling. She recalled how his fragrant red hair fell slightly over his face and ears. His green eyes were the kindest she'd ever seen. His build in general was muscular, but not overly so, as he put his hands in the pockets of his pants.
Suddenly, something hit the window and disturbed her thinking. She got up to see what it was to find that a bird had rammed itself head on into the window.
"Dumb birds," she said as she returned to the bath. After only a few minutes, something else hit her window. She got up angrily, finding the bird's timing very annoying. She thrust the window open, in an effort to warn any other foul nearby that her window was a crash-free zone, to find that she was staring into the chest of a person, a rather hurt person. She looked up and saw that the person was Shuichi.
"Shuichi!? What are you doing here?! You're bleeding all over?!" she said as she helped him over the window sill. She took him into her room, and sat him on her bed. She walked out for a moment and came back with a long white wrap and some rubbing alcohol.
"Stay still," she said as she bent down to tend to his broken ribs. Next, she dressed the wounds on his shoulders, arms, and legs. After this was done, she sat up and stared at him.
"May I ask why you are looking at me?" he said.
"You don't seem like the kind of person to get into reckless fights, but that seems to be the only way you could have gotten those bruises. Don't lie to me, because the skin over your ribs has the clearest imprint of a knuckle. What happened?"
Shuichi was caught between a rock and a hard place. How would he explain that he was a Reikai Tentai, or the fact that there is a whole other world, talk less of two, beyond this one?
"You know, Shuichi, I'm not one to pry into others business. If you ever decide that I need to know, you can tell me, but I won't force you," she said as she stood up. Shuichi heaved a sigh of relief. Sooner or later he'd have to tell her, but sooner was not the option he wanted to choose.
"Lay down or you'll stress your muscles," Zetsumei said, and, after seeing him struggle to lie down without pain, helped him.
"Well, let me drain the bath water and I'll come and keep you company," she said as she turned to leave the room again.
After a few moments, she walked back in with a medium sized fox at her heels. It was an orangish-red color, with golden eyes and a tail to match. Shuichi turned to look at it and Zetsumei said quickly, "He's just a weird breed of dog."
"I do believe that's a fox," said Shuichi, raising his eyebrow.
"Oh, okay. He is a fox, but please don't tell anyone. I don't think it's legal," she said desperately.
"You don't tell anyone about this, and I won't tell anyone about your pet," Shuichi said.
"He's not my pet, he's my friend; my only friend, as odd as that sounds. He listens and comforts me when I don't feel up to scratch. If that's not a friend, I don't know what is," she said as she sat down on the carpet, the fox in question jumping into her arms.
"Well, I'll listen and comfort you, if you like; I'll be your friend also," he said softly. Zetsumei blushed slightly, not because of his words, but because the manner in which he said them was so sweet that it was almost embarrassing to her.
"Thank you," she said quietly. After this, there was a long pause.
"Can you hand me that book? It's right there when you stretch your hand out," she asked. Shuichi did as she said and came upon a book with a title called, What's This Guy Like?
"The one beside it," she said. He handed her the book, and she opened it. He took out the other book and started to read it. He looked up his appearance in this book. He browsed through blonde and brunette until he came to redhead. Under that, he looked for green eyes. When he found it, he began to read.
Red hair, green eyes: These guys are quite violent and are very skilled at fighting. However, they have their softer sides, but usually only around their significant other. They can also be classified as outrageous or explosive. When dealing with these guys, just go with the flow, and you're sure to have fun. But beware; these guys can also get you into serious trouble.
"Do you think that I'm anything like what they say I am?" he asked her after pondering a bit.
"Honestly, no. You're very peaceful and not outrageous at all. As for the way you act around your significant other, I just wouldn't know," she said still staring down at her own piece of literature. He cocked his eyebrow at her, but said nothing.
It was about an hour before anyone spoke. In this time Shuichi, had shelved the book, and fallen asleep. She took her eyes away from her book for a moment to steal a look at his face. She put her book down and crawled to his bedside. She rested her folded arms on the bed and laid her hands upon them. He looked so innocent, so sweet. His red hair was sprawled all over his face and she gently wiped hem away from his face. After a while, she fell asleep also. Shuichi woke up and looked around him, before he saw Zetsumei sleeping on the edge of the bed. He looked at her with a soft smile. Her eyes fluttered open to find that he was staring at her. "Was I drooling or something?" she asked, wondering what she had done to earn his gaze. "No, you were just being pretty, that's all," he said, taking the covers off of himself, and getting off of the bed. "You're still not healed yet," she said, beckoning him back to the bed. "I have a friend who can help me. Thank-you," he said as he gave her a friendly peck on the cheek. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" she asked worriedly. "I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow then. Is 6:30 alright to get you?" he asked. "Yeah, I'll be ready," she nodded happily. "Bye, Zetsu," he said at her doorstep. "Bye, Kurama-fox," she waved.
How did she know my name is Kurama? And how did she know I was a fox demon? Does she have mind reading powers? All these questions popped into Kurama's mind as he proceeded to walk down the street toward his house.