Disclaimer! I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own my own original characters. Read and review, no flames thank you! "I will always be within it Mrs. Cynosure,Excerpt from Searching *~JumbleD DelbmuJ~* •Tobi's Point Of View•
It will always be within me
We are part of each other
Pieces of a puzzle
Two in a map of stars
Two wings of a butterfly
But what could it be that I'm searching for
Does it think about me
Does it wonder about who I am
Is it just as confused about me
as I am about it?"
I walked over to Youko Kurama or Shuichi as he seems to go by now, my thoughts on over drive by Jimmy's most recent vision. "Keep the Youko Kurama part of you separate information to Jimmy. We aren't telling her until we have too." I mutter standing close to him as the orange one and the detective shuffle through the door with luggage.
He looks at me, his eyes narrow, and my mind flashes.
396 openings, 271 fatal, 125 damaged or otherwise…
I mimic his actions into a glare, holding my body back from attacking.
It really can't be helped, you made yourself this way.
The voice inside me reasoned, what was it? Jimmy called it some sort of sense. Certainly wasn't a very useful one.
The fox sucked in a breath to speak, and my mental death meter clicked up a few notches.
"Why? What do I have to do with anything?"
Stupid fox! Don't tell him anything, not a damned thing. Not worth it. What if I'm wrong anyway! I started to seriously debating on methods of killing him and my possible survival rate. Upper cut to the throat paired with a butterfly knife? Too much blood. Electric volt over his heart? Seems possible, I don't even have to make contact with that one. Method chosen, survival rate 75%. The orange one and the detective won't know it was me but the Jaganshi…
I grimaced openly about my survival rate and opted to use a distraction tack-tic instead. "I'm not sure yet,"
Sort of lie "but I need you to help keep her calm. She tends to freak out when ever anything remotely resembling a demonic feature surfaces." Truth
"And what makes you think I am a rational candidate for this? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to have her cousin be a comfort zone?" "Do your questions ever cease to annoy me? I have a reliable source that says that you could be of some service. And I know from personal experience that Yusuke will just freak her out more."
He looks at me, deciding if he can trust me no doubt, and nods his head as the others walk out the door and he follows the suite.
Thank the gods, I don't need and more bad luck. If she remembers Seikou, what will she remember next? More importantly what is triggering the memories now?
Jimmy's Point of View She's not telling me something… What is going on! I want to scream at everyone… well except for dad. He doesn't really know anything…
After Yusuke and his friends left I sat on the counter, swinging my legs back and forth, as Tobi doctored the scratches on my face. I frowned as Tobi swirled the medicine and watched the gooey green …stuff ooze around in the travel container forming to a thicker mass of gooey green sludge.
She dabbed a little on a cut and I felt a sting and listened to it bubble and fizz like hydrogen peroxide. I turned my head to look in the mirror and saw it fizz in to the cut and skin followed it sealing scratch to a thin pink irritation mark.
"The herbal gel shouldn't mess with your pores or blood system," Tobi muttered slathering more of the stuff on to my face. "just tell me if you have any irritation, 'kay?" She sighed lifting a layer of my hair and smoothed the slime over the bleeding bits. "What am I going to tell Mio at the shoot on Saturday?" I asked, flinching as the fizzing crackled and stung more on my scalp. "Well, I can't do anything about the hair, but it should just look like a small patch of balding. Not totally uncommon for females, the patches aren't really that bad Jim."
"You're not the one who has the bald spots." I grumbled, crossing my arms. "Jim, you are lucky. There are people who have it worse than you, people that get beaten and hurt everyday and don't have the means to make it look like it's several weeks old… much less sterilize the wound." Tobi pointed out, setting the bowl on the counter with a definite irritancy.
I knew I was being irritable, but it's always the same. Dreams, scars, all summed up with someone else having to deal with my problem while I did nothing but feel
Helpless.
*Yusuke's point of view*
Stand there. That's all I could do. Stand there and watch her thrash around on the grass, moaning in pain, watching Tobi bring her inside like a rag doll and keep her from hitting her head on the ground repeatedly.
This girl, screaming with no thought, eyes widened like a bat outa hell, ripping and clawing at her own skin and hair, was not my cousin. She wasn't my
flesh 'n' blood. No, this had to be some other person who looked like her. Jimmy was always calm, collected, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper eye for details.
My Jimmy would have sat up and laughed with a smile and a taunting "Just kidding! What? Did you really think I was possessed or somethin'?"
Not surprising that that's all I could think about on my drive home, in the silent void with no Kuwabara or Kurama to distract me.
Hell even Hiei would be better than this.
Her face was tattooed on the back of my eyeballs every time I blinked. Her screaming, crying, tearing at her agony etched face. How in the hell did the neighbors not hear her? Seriously, was everyone so old that they needed hearing aids?
I thought we had lost her when she stopped breathing; thank the gods that Tobi jolted her. I could her dreams be this bad every time? What have I gotten myself into? This isn't just another mission; this is my cousin, my family. I couldn't back out simply because she's my family, that was just a stronger argument to stay in, Tobi's face made it clear that this job wasn't for the weak hearted.
I just hope we can help her.