OOOOKIEEE! So as promised here is the next chapter. I was kinda dissapointed by the lack of reviews and hits on the last chapter but...oh well! Can't win em all can ya? hahaha anywho enough about my ehh-ness! Hope you like it! Bold letters mean song lyrics! I OWN NOTHING, but my plot and my OC! Everything else belongs to their respective owners.
In other words please don't sue me! :3
Floating.
That's what her body felt like when she came into consciousness again, herself seemingly suspended in water. It was quiet, except for the glug of bubbles going past her head.
"W-Where am I?" Her voice seemed to echo around her, slowly she opened her eyes, and everything around her was blue. A soft and gentle blue, like water she had seen in some travel magazines on Kurama's coffee table.
Her hair swished around her head as the water suddenly shifted, she felt another presence with her, behind her. She was unable to turn as her body seemed to have lost the ability to move in this floating world.
"Who are you?" this new person's voice echoed just like her own, the voice sounded feminine and so very sad. "My name is, Yuhara….Where are we?"
"We are….in a special place. A place that's magic is very powerful, it called me in many moons ago when I was weak and I have been unable to escape. Did it call you in as well?"
Now that Yuhara thought about it, how did she get here? The last thing she remembered was the horrible pain in her chest, and the tears she had shed. Thinking about that only brought up more thoughts of what had happened prior to that incident.
Of what she was ordered to do…. Of the life was she ordered to take.
"I-I do not know…" she replied staring into the blue abyss before her, right now though she couldn't care less about the worries of the past. A feeling of peace and relaxation came over her, feelings she hadn't felt in a very very long time.
She let out a sigh of relief as these feelings washed over her, like the water around her had somehow entered her soul and revived it.
"Then you must wake up. If you do not, you will not be able to do what you are meant to do."
The water around her shifted again, as the waters current around her seemed to have shifted. It was strong, and pulled her body toward wherever it was headed. The current turned her body so that it pulled her back first, "Wait! What am I supposed to do?" her eyes widened as she looked at the face belonging to the voice.
The voice that had been so sad, it somehow seemed familiar to her. Like she had seen it before, but the name was just out of reach. The girl before her had jet black hair with bangs covering the side of her forehead, and her eyes where a deep amethyst color with specs of emerald green like her eyes couldn't decide which color to choose.
"Do not fear we will meet again Yuhara. It is then that you will make your decision, and all will be made clear."
Yuhara's body was drawn into the current and away from the sad girl; she reached for her, in hopes of getting more answers. To get to her explain what she knew, but she just seemed to get carried farther and farther away until darkness once again consumed her.
Yuhara's body shot up from her position on the bed; pulled from that wonderful peace filled world and forced back into the crap she called her life. She blinked; her breath coming in short bursts as she struggled to find her bearings again.
It was dark….the only thing she could see was the bed she was currently lying in which was illuminated by the moonlight shining in through the window. A window from the room Kurama had given her to use.
It was quite except for the sound of crickets chirping outside, and the sound of light snoring coming from, she could only assume, was Kurama asleep in his own bedroom.
Having successfully regained her composure she stretched her heavy limbs and was satisfied by the crack her joints made. She tossed the blankets aside, and stood from the bed.
She noticed her legs were quite warm in comparison to earlier, as she looked down she realized that instead of just a shirt that Kurama had let her borrow she was now wearing a pair of loose fitting sweats.
'Kurama must have put these on me while I was asleep.' She blushed as the thought came to mind. She walked quietly over to the desk and looked at the digital clock on top; 3:10 am.
She sighed; she had slept through the whole day. Yuhara was sure she wasn't going back to bed anytime soon.
She placed her hand on the desk for support as she contemplated what to do next when she felt something under her hand. As she moved it she found a yellow sticky note stuck to the desk, on it written in Kurama's script was
"Dinner is in the fridge; please help yourself whenever you wake up."
At the thought of food her stomach grumbled in response, which made her think back to the last meal she had…. Roughly two days ago it would be. Her stomach growled louder then, almost like a beast begging for scraps.
She rubbed her stomach and silently told her body to 'Shut it' as she was on her way to take care of that little issue. She was satisfied as it only let out another low rumble before she turned and quietly slipped out of her room and tip toed down the stairs.
Still tip toeing she went into the kitchen and flipped on the light switch, she had to block her eyes from the sudden blinding light. It was only after she finished wiping the resulting spots out of her eyes did she figure it was a bad idea.
In the light she saw a makeshift cast around her hand, this also had Kurama's scrawl on it," Try not to hurt yourself again. "She smiled slightly before returning to the job at hand. (No pun intended.)
After checking the stairs to make sure she didn't wake him did she head for the fridge, it was a regular fridge white in color with two doors. Upon inspection she found that the one door on the left opened into the freezer.
She opened the other side and glanced at the contents; a half empty jug of milk, some orange juice, eggs, cheese, a head of lettuce, some thawing chicken, and a plate with her name written on it in black letters.
Yuhara pulled it from its place as a can of something seemed to roll out from behind it; it was a can of iced tea and written on it was her name. She smiled; Kurama really did seem to think of everything.
She pulled the can along with the plate out and closed the fridge, she thanked her lucky stars that the microwave was relatively quiet as it reheated the food, when it was done she took it and the tea into the living room and sat on the couch nearest to the TV set.
After placing her items on the coffee table in front of her did she pick up the remote, she considered for a moment if she even should turn on the thing, but silence around her was slowly making her go mad.
So after deciding she placed one finger on the power button and another on the volume button and pressed. A slight clicking noise was made as it turned on and filled the room with light; she wasn't even sure what it was she was watching.
She quickly turned the volume down to were even she could barely hear it; it seemed like a story….but there was music along with it. The pictures seemed to be in only black and white.
It wasn't only that that had her mesmerized; it was the women's voice. It was…enchanting, maybe more so than her beauty. She seemed so sad…her long black curly hair cascaded down her back as she lay she walked around a fountain, her wrists and feet tied in cloth.
"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase…"
Her voice sang of tears, of being tired, and pain. Things she was well aware of as she watched in silence,
"When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along..."
The chorus continued once more as the song ended, it amazed her how this person, whom she had never met knew exactly how she seemed to feel. This also reminded her about her time underground with Hideyoshi.
She had spent so long with him; fighting, training, working toward his goal of ultimate power. She had long sense forgotten how beautiful music was, how it could touch your soul and say exactly what one wanted to say, but with so few words.
This brought her farther back into her somewhat strange history….
Yuhara, age 7, sat at the piano staring intently at the music her mother had placed in front of her. "Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata."
"Well? Don't just stare at it. You won't learn by staring at the page." Her mother's harsh tone was demanding, as the woman was known for her patience at least, not with her daughter.
Reluctantly Yuhara placed her hands on the keys and slowly began to play the song, it was difficult and she messed up many times before her mother slapped her hands with the baton leaving ugly red slashes on them.
She winced and removed her hands from the keys, "Why can't you get it right? My friends will be here soon for tea and they are expecting this song!" Yuhara stared blankly at her red hands.
"I-I'm sorry mother. I promise I will get it right…" she went to return her fingers to the keys, only to have them slapped away by the baton again. "NO! You useless child! It must be perfect! I cannot believe you came out of my body!"
The words tore at her heart, a tiny tear drop fell from her eye and landed on a key she even attempted to hide a sniffle, but much too late. Her mother had noticed, as the next thing she knew she was on the floor her cheek stinging.
"There will be no crying young lady! Now stand up and get it right! You troublesome child!"
The sound of her stomach growling brought her from the rest of that horrific day; she carefully picked up one of the dumplings and popped it into her mouth. Needless to say, the rest of that particular day kind of snowballed as she had to get stitches on her hands and wear gloves to hide the marks her mother gave her.
She rubbed her hand in remembrance; she winced as she pressed to hard on her now injured hand. She ate a few more dumplings before she had had enough of whatever she was watching.
She changed it to a channel she knew, World News Network.
At least she could catch up on what was going on in the world, she chose a good time too, because they were just getting finished with the weather here in Japan. Next would be current affairs, followed by business and blah blah blah…
She was really only interested in one of those things; Current affairs.
As the weatherman's screen switched over to a reporter standing in a cemetery not far from here hold an umbrella in one hand. Yuhara hadn't even noticed it was raining as she glanced out of the balcony window.
She turned back to the TV as the reporter said something that caught her attention, "We are here today with the mourning parents of Yuhara Hayashi." The camera turned toward the images of the people who were once her parents.
Her father, Akira Hayashi, was holding her mother, Aki Hayashi. Both had had black hair and wore dark suits. The camera turned back toward the reporter as she approached her father. "Tell me sir, how long has it been since your daughter was killed?"
Aki sniffled slightly, "It has been 6 years since that day when our beloved daughter was brutally murdered." The reporter nodded, "Tell us sir, why do you hold this ceremony every year?"
Aki spoke this time, "We do this in hopes that no one will forget my daughter, and in hopes that her killer will be caught."
Yuhara stared at them, into their eyes as they said these things. She saw it, deep in their hearts not even they believed what they were saying. But it was well rehearsed and seemed to have even the reporter fooled.
She looked at the name of the cemetery before she jumped up from the couch and quietly creeped up the stairs again, opened the closet in her room and pulled out a black skirt she assumed belonged to the girl who used to live her.
She grabbed a matching black long sleeve shirt with a white cross and red angel wing design on the back. She even managed to dig up the knee high boots she was wearing the other day.
After she had dressed and put her hair in a pony tail she went to close the closet only to find something else she would need. Beautiful neoclassical coats with a lace trim around the back waist.
She slipped it on and zipped up the front, as she smoothed out the front she realized something was in the pocket. She pulled out its contents, a tube of deep red lip stick and a pair of sun glasses.
'Perfect. These will hide my identity perfectly.' She thought as she put them on and quietly slipped back out and down the stairs. She listened to see if she had awoken Kurama, she hadn't.
She grabbed his keys from the hook and slipped out the front door.
The cemetery itself wasn't such a bad place, but she supposed the scenery was more for show then for actually burying someone other than themselves. It was a large one, with rolling hills and row after row and well kept tombstones, and mausoleums with eerie angel statues with frozen expressions.
Almost like something you would see in a ghost movie, her parents had chosen a good place to put hers, a short walk from the main road and directly across from a blooming sakura tree. That was about all the credit she was going to give them on this one.
Yuhara had intended on crashing the media-fest, ultimately exposing the horrible truth. But as she came closer to the cemetery, she began to wonder…
What's the point?
Would exposing them truly make her feel better? Or just make her feel worse by sinking down to their level?
Either way she just decided to wait and watch from a nearby tree, as they finished with the interview and a few people stopped by to pay their condolences, even brought flowers to place around her tombstone, one person even brought a teddy bear.
She could almost laugh at their pointless act, sure a few looked generally sorry to think that she was dead but others… they had obviously been bought. Because that's what her parents were good at, spending money.
She moved from her place by the tree as they greeted the last of the "mourners", she walked up to them and just studied them as they spoke to the person ahead of her.
Her father looked pretty much the same; black hair, dark brown eyes that seemed to be perpetually tired, and a face that mirrored what his job entitled. He was a CEO of a company that distributed goods in and out of Japan, a job that required he be tough as he had to deal with all kinds of people.
She had always wondered weather it was really the job or the stress of his bad gambling streak.
Her mother on the other hand wasn't so lucky; you couldn't see it in her hair, which was recently dyed by the scent she was picking up on the wind, but if you got close enough you, would see the bags she tried to hide with concealed under her eyes, or the winkles she had around her face. The years had not been kind.
This, in Yuhara's opinion was great. Exactly what she deserved for what she did. This gave Yuhara an idea on what to do once she talked to them.
Not long after she had walked up was it her turn, she was the last of the people there for the ceremony. Which was also good, she didn't want an audience for what she was about to do now.
"Thank you for coming, how did you know our daughter?" her mother asked in her fake tone she used when speaking to strangers, it even came with an equally fake smile. Yay.
She smiled back as best she could, strangely enough she wasn't nervous. She was oddly calm, calm because one, they didn't recognize her, and two because she figured how fun this was going to be.
"Oh me and her were practically sisters." She managed to hold back a small giggle, "there's just one thing that's been bugging me."
They looked at her quizzically; she merely walked past them and sat on the tombstone with her name etched on it. "How long did you think you would be able to keep it a secret?"
Pure shock ran through their features before they regained themselves slightly, "W-what do you mean?" her father said stuttering slightly, his normally gruff voice straining.
She kept the smile on her face, this was too much fun!
"I think you do actually. You both know exactly what I mean, did you really think you could keep it under wraps with money and threats?" she let out a small laugh, her father just glared while her mother kept the look of shock her shoulders shaking slightly.
"I wonder what would happen if I just 'accidently' leaked this to the press? Oh you would be crucified I'm sure… your assets, clients…everything would be dragged through the mud with you."
"Y-you're crazy! We have no idea what you're talking about!" she narrowed her eyes even though they couldn't be seen through the sunglasses she was wearing, but waved off their comment. "Of course not! But you know what makes me really pissed? That you had the audacity to go about and pretend that you gave even an ounce about her well being, even this sham of a ceremony is complete crap!"
"H-how much do you want?" she laughed again, loud this time. "Oh I'm not after your money… in fact I'm not even after your reputations." Her mother answered this time, having broken from her shocked trance.
"T-then what the hell do you want?" she was physically trembling, she was scared. That was exactly where Yuhara wanted her, she walked closer toward them so she could whisper and still be heard by both.
"To see you both burn in hell..."
She laughed again as she stomped on some flowers before walking past them, she walked the path a little ways down before she heard her mother shout at her; "We'll have you killed!"
Now that was funny! She replied as loudly as she could; "Go ahead and try mother dear!" before she blew them a kiss and continued to walk down the path, smiling all the way.
Well there ya go! Hope you liked it! Wasn't sure about some parts but I thought it came out alright. So as always; R&R and even if you don't do the last part just remember one thing!
I still love ya! :3