-1Chapter 7
I woke up the next morning to music playing down the hall from Kurama's room. I was confused, so I got dressed and went to his room to see. I knocked on the door, and he opened it.
"Nami, hello," he said.
"How do you get that music to play?" I asked as I entered the room.
"I place this disc in the c.d. player and press a button," he said.
"Oh."
He laughed softly. I started humming, making up my own counter melody to the soft violin and piano parts playing through the speakers. Kurama stared at me, so I walked out of the room and went for a walk.
I wandered through the forest until I saw a little stream. I sat down and stared at my reflection, trying to figure out what was so great about me. The black markings under my eyes made my skin look too pale, and my hair was naturally three different colors. I was too thin for my height because the stupid bandits never fed me. I didn't think that it was my personality because that was just too unpredictable.
I went back in around noon to ask a huge favor of Genkai.
"Genkai," I said nervously.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Umm, do you think it would be possible for me to stay here?"
"If you go to school," she said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"You go there to learn," Yukina said. "I have to go, as well."
"Is it horrible?" I asked.
"Nope. I'm in band, which makes it a lot more fun."
"Do they have choir, too?" I asked, excited. I knew music because I knew sound so well.
"Yes. We combine the boys' and girls' schools for music education, though."
"I don't care," I said. "Music is the greatest thing ever."
"Just be careful not to get into trouble with Koenma," Yusuke said. "I don't want to kill you; you seem pretty cool."
"I won't. I'm only about a D class, anyway."
"Hn. Pathetic."
"Oh, shut up Hiei," I said, flipping him off. I ran and hid behind Kurama just to prove Hiei wrong again.
"You don't have to hide from me, Nami," Hiei said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Liar!" I shouted around Kurama. "Besides," I said, moving next to Kurama and putting my arm around him, "at least, he won't hit me."
"Hn."
"Jealous?" I asked.
"No. Why the hell would I be?" he said, obviously hurt.
"Never mind," I said, dropping my hand.
