A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. please don't kill me -hides in corner-
I put a book down at the checkout table in the school's library. It was definitely not a morning person. I woke up an hour earlier than usual for this damned thing. The librarian at our high school gave me this huge smile, "Well, I've never seen you in here before. What sparked your interest?"
Creeper… "Uhh," way too early. "The bookstore I usually go to was out of this one and I want to finish it by Friday."
Her eyes grew wide, "You're going to read this entire textbook in less than a week?" She looked back to the textbook issued for a college course that students could take in their last semester of high school to get a jumpstart in their college careers. The dean had given me the opportunity to test out of my remaining classes so that I could graduate early. He asked that I not talk about it with other students (like I talked to other students). He said the school frowned upon this method because it was cheaper for students to get their credentials. And private schools do love their money. It was mostly only used for students suffering from chronic illnesses or tragic events.
"Probably." I shrugged as she handed the book back to me, "Thank you." I turned and started walking away before she could harass me any more. I finished stuffing the book in my bag as I entered the hallway. I stopped just short of running into Kurama who was probably waiting for me. "Oh god," I grumbled.
His little grin cued me in that he was up to no good. "Well, good morning Miss Sarama," he sounded way too light hearted as well.
"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously as I stopped fiddling with my bag.
"I wanted to give this to you," he held out a little white box wrapped in a plain white ribbon.
"Um." I looked at the box and then back to him with no intent to play along. "Why?"
His grin grew even more malicious as he stepped close pushing the box into my hand. "Revenge for last month," he whispered darkly in my ear. It was then that I saw two of his fan girls staring at us from around the corner. It was part of his plot. He wanted them to see this.
"Oh, you son of a bitch," I breathed realizing I was about to be harassed by two of the most annoying girls in school.
He choked down a chuckle as he continued his way down the hallway. Jesus Christ, it's White Day isn't it? "What the hell did I do to deserve this?" The girls were approaching quick and I tried to shove the box in my jacket pocket.
"See, I told you!" the one girl was saying.
"What did he get you?" The other ignored the first and addressed me.
"Um, it's probably empty," I admitted flatly. "It was a joke."
"No, there's no way!" the first girl cried. "You're the one who made the bold move on Valentine's day. He never gives a White Day present!"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" I growled. I was so not awake enough for this shit. "I've never given anyone a Valentine's Day present, especially not him."
"Well, actually," the second started to explain it.
One Month Ago:
I was walking down the hall after the lunch break when I saw Kurama pensively studying his locker. It looked amusing so I went over to him. "You look like you're trying to figure out how to disarm a bomb in your locker."
"Yes," Kurama replied without breaking his attention, "that's a rather accurate metaphor."
"Oh, good! I'm here to watch then," I teased and looked over the locker. It was about to burst with candy. I could see corners of wrappers sticking out through the vents of the door. "What's the occasion?" I asked as I pulled out a bright green lollipop that stuck halfway out of one of the slits.
"It's Valentine's Day," he answered shortly.
"Oooooh," I stifled a laugh and then unraveled the lollipop and stuck it in my mouth. "What, you don't like sweets?"
"The main issue here is that when I open the locker most of the candy is going to fall out," he informed me of his current dilemma to which I had not cared to ask about. "And no, (OMG) I'm not too fond of most sweets."
"Oh, well," I perked up with a solution. "I can do this," I opened up my messenger bag and held it under his locker door, "And I'll take it home to Neima. She loves it."
Kurama rather quickly opened his locker and about three good handfuls of candy fell into the bag. He immediately swept out the remaining candy in the locker into the bag as well and then shut the locker door as if he was disgusted with it.
I closed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. "There, problem solved."
"Yes, well hopefully the girls who placed the candy there didn't see that," he said with absolutely no shame.
"You like keeping them around to amuse yourself don't you?" I egged him on.
"Quite the oppo-" I stuck the lollipop I had been sucking on in his mouth to shut him up. He looked at me mortified.
"I'll see you at practice," I grinned and trotted off before he could reply.
I deadpanned. I guess that's why he was seeking revenge… "Oh, this sucks…"
"But he likes you back!" the first girl opened her annoying face again.
"I just told you it was a joke," I growled. The girl made a squeak out of fear. I sighed, "look, you girls are thinking way too much into this whole thing."
"Hey Asami," another girl came up to them, "What's up?"
"Oh my god, Hana! You're never going to believe this!" The first girl responded. "Minamino just gave her a White Day present!" She pointed to me. I swear half the girls in the hallway heard that and looked at me.
Oh, fuck no! I turned and ran to the closest exit.
"Hey, wait come back!" I guess Hana tried.
I bolted all the way to the roof and slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it hoping they didn't follow me. Hands were placed to either side of my head against the door and I turned to see Kurama there waiting for me with the most evil grin I've ever seen him wear. "You fucking ass ho-" He cut me off as he leaned in to kiss me. My eyes grew in horror as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He pressed his hips against mine pinning me to the door never releasing me from the kiss.
This was evil. Pure fucking evil. I wanted to kill him. And I also wanted to swing my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. There is something really fucking wrong with me…
"Hey it won't open! Are you sure she went up here?"
"Well, she's up here all the time. Just give the door a good push, sometimes it gets stuck."
Nope. I'm gonna fucking kill him.
Kurama pulled me back towards him as the girl threw her weight into the door. Neither of us were expecting to door to swing open so quickly and he fell backwards taking me with him. It broke the kiss and I ended up sitting on his lap straddling him.
"You had this whole thing planned out didn't you?" I deadpanned. He shot me an innocent smile.
"Oh my god! Are you guys ok?" one of the girls asked blushing.
"Um, Hana, maybe we should leave them alone," the girl from earlier was completely red in the face.
"Oh dear god!" I stood up and Kurama made an "oof" as I made a jab at him with my heel. "Shuichi, tell them this whole thing is a joke!"
"Well," he was acting bashful, "what if it wasn't?"
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I was so fucking mad. So. Fucking. Mad.
"Alright, alright," he stood and dusted himself off and turned to the girls. "I have to admit it was a prank. Miss Sarama just helps me with my literature papers from time to time. She made a comment about you ladies that I didn't approve of so I used this as an opportunity to teach her a lesson." That last part went right over their heads.
"Oh, so," Hana I think her name was, "You don't have feelings for Miss Sarama?"
"Not those sort of feelings, I'm afraid," Kurama answered dryly.
"Then you're still not looking for anyone?" Oh wait maybe this other one was Hana? I couldn't keep them straight. Why am I even trying?
"Again, I have to apologize ladies," Kurama was back to trying to let them down nicely like usual. "You know my only concentration right now is school."
"That's okay!" The first girl perked up. "That just means there's always a chance in the future! Come on, Hana. We have to get to class or we'll be late." They headed back down the stairs.
I stared at the doorway with a twitchy eye for a moment. Kurama was dying in a silent fit of laughter. "What the fuck was all that?!" I snapped at him.
"I told you," he choked through bouts of laughter he was trying desperately to keep down. "I was seeking revenge for that stunt you pulled with the lollipop on Valentine's Day."
"You're gonna pay for this you jackass!" I threatened.
"And how exactly are you going to make me pay?" he played back.
I saw something in the sky behind him that caught my attention. It was most definitely a demonic energy and it was getting closer. I completely dropped the previous topic, "Uh… Kurama…"
"That doesn't sound threatening at all," he replied but stopped when he realized I wasn't talking about the same thing anymore.
"You might want to turn around," I suggested.
He did so and his demeanor changed to a more serious one, "I have to admit, sometimes I'm really appreciative of your keen ability to sense the presence of other demons." The demon seemed to be headed straight towards us, both of us realizing this guy was about to be way bigger than we wanted him to be.
"You guys just stick out a little bit. You know, like a pineapple in a bucket of grapes," I shot back sarcastically as my way of thanking him for the compliment.
"That's a rather amusing comparison," Kurama threw back as he pulled a rose out from somewhere behind his head. I still hadn't quite figured that one out. Before either of us could do anything else the demon hit the rooftop with such force it knocked both of us back. This guy was truly enormous. I'm talking bigger than both Kurama and I combined, and I was only about an inch or two shorter than him. My eye level didn't even reach this giant's elbow. He had bat-like wings that were folding in after the landing. His eyes were sunken in and his nose and jawline protruded out ungracefully. He was covered head toe in a greyish-tan coat of mangled fur. He almost looked like a mix between a werewolf and a yeti with wings to be honest.
"Dare I ask, to whom do we owe the displeasure of encountering?" Kurama spat out like a bad taste in his mouth.
"Your energy is that of a very old demon," The beast spoke in a very deep and raspy voice filled with a lust for blood. "Yet you smell like a human boy."
Kurama clenched his fist and formed a rose again ready to turn it into his whip and attack. This giant fucking demon easily took a step towards me and snatched me up off the ground by my forearm. He nearly pulled my damn arm out of the socket. I didn't even have time to react. My bag slipped off my left shoulder as I was held dangling about three feet off the ground. "Jesus fuck!"
Kurama paused studying the demon. This gigantic beast was way too fast for him to try and attack while he had a hold on me. I might as well have been a fucking throw pillow for this guy. He hurled me at Kurama. I felt my body make contact with his as I took him down, but the force of the throw was so intense my body bounced off of his when he hit the floor and slid face and shoulder first across the floor behind him.
Well this is a new level of pain! Good fucking god! I tried to find my limbs and finally pushed myself up onto all fours. I felt blood drip down the side of my face and watched as it splat against the rooftop. Huh… I wonder how many concussions I can get today. I looked over to Kurama who was also still in the process of getting back up after having the wind knocked out of him.
The demon grabbed him by the throat and picked him up and brought him to his eye level. This is so not good... We're totally fucked… The demon held out his other hand about two feet away from Kurama's face. Somehow he started draining some kind of energy from Kurama. I had no idea what I was looking at, but it definitely did not look good. All I could really figure out was the flow between Kurama and the giant's hand was not demon energy.
I pulled out my gun from its holster around my thigh and shot the beast in the wrist that was pulling energy. The bullet literally just bounced off his fur. He didn't even flinch, or blink. He just kind of gave me a look and continued choking the shit out of Kurama. I aimed again and this time the bullet met its mark in the beast's eye. He howled and then threw Kurama's body at mine much like he had just thrown me at Kurama.
I guess he aimed lower this time because Kurama's body took me out chest to chest contact and we went sliding on my back about four feet. I rolled my head to look up at the sky as this demon took off flying again. Kurama's head was resting on my left shoulder and he was motionless. "Fuck." I shoved my gun back into its holster and started shaking Kurama's shoulders. He was heavy as shit when he was dead weight. It wasn't that he was heavier than I had expected, but it was more like someone put Thor's hammer on my chest and said 'haha! Try to move now bitch!'
"Hey, come on!" I tried and failed miserably to move him. "He's getting away… fuck!" I let my hands fall to the side. This was useless.
Finally Kurama groaned and started to sit up, looking rather out of it as he came back to. "What happened?" Then confusion and horror came across his face rather uncharacteristically. "Oh my- I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" he offered to help me up.
I looked around just to make sure we were the only ones up there cause I could only assume he'd act like that if innocent people were around. But there was no one else there. "Uh… did you hit your head?"
"I…" he stopped and thought about what he was going to say. "Why are we on the roof?" he started to sound more like himself, except for the fact that he was still playing innocent.
"Dude, you don't remember just getting our asses handed to us by that giant fucking demon?" I asked his suspiciously. Oh god, please don't tell me…
"What?" he tried not to laugh. "I'm afraid I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Oh, shit, dude. You better not be fucking with me again," I heard irritation in my voice as my fears seemed to be coming true.
"My apologies, ma'am," then he seemed to remember something, but it was not what i wanted him to remember. "Are you not that second year rumored to have murdered an entire art room full of students?"
"Jesus fucking Christ! Are you serious?!" I was trying and failing desperately not to lose it. "That's what you fucking remember?!"
He looked a little worried as he slowly started to back towards the door. "I do apologize, miss, but I really should be getting to class now. I think we have a test today."
Oh fuck no! I lunged and blocked him from getting to the door. He put his hand on the door handle as my back met the door. "Kurama, you can not be serious right now! This isn't funny!"
"I'm terribly sorry, miss, I think you have me confused with someone else. My name is Shuichi Minamino." He sighed, "I have no idea how I got up here… alone… with you… and frankly it concerns me. So, if you could be so kind as to let me pass and we can pretend this encounter never happened, it would be very much appreciated." It was really, truly awkward to hear him speak like this. Even his strain to keep his irritation under control seemed like his normal self, but if he were actually trying to mess with me, he wouldn't sound so serious about it. This can't be happening…
"Yeah, about that…" Aw, fuck… what the hell am I supposed to say?! I mean, did he hit his head and get amnesia or did that demon do something to him? "I can't let you lose in there like this… assuming you're serious…" I felt like a fucking idiot. But seriously, how could I let someone who had the physical abilities of a demon without knowing it go waltzing around a bunch of frail little humans?
"Oh?" he lifted an eyebrow trying to play along. Probably in hopes to somehow get my guard down to run away… but wait… Does he still think like Kurama if he doesn't have his memories? How many of his memories are gone? I mean, did he lose them all or just pertaining to me or what? Oh my god! Please be some fucked up joke! "And why is that?" he asked almost crudely.
"Umm…" shit… "Look I know this sounds really crazy, but I think you have some kind of amnesia…" yeah, I sound crazy… fuck…
"And how exactly did I acquire amnesia?" he was clearly getting more frustrated but then he turned his head, "And why is your head bleeding?"
I sighed knowing I was about to seem like a basket case, "Because this really big ugly ass fucking monster flew down here and beat the shit out of me… and I don't even know what he did to you, but I'm starting to think that's why you have no idea what's going on right now… and then he flew off again… and now you have some sort of amnesia… and you don't remember me… do you even know that you're a demon?" I'm just gonna stop…
He took a moment to respond. "With all due respect, ma'am, you may want to have that injury examined… and possibly a psychological evaluation." With that, he used what strength he thought he had to try and pry me from the door and ended up sending me a could of feet away.
My face hit the pavement again in exactly the first place it hit which was bleeding even more now. I grunted half out of frustration and half out of pain. Wooooow! Good fucking god, man! I definitely had never been thrown around quite like that before. In fact, I have never experienced Kurama's pure physical strength. And the fact that he had no idea how strong he actually was probably did not help at all.
I pushed myself to sit up shakily from the impact and held my head that was now pounding and burning with pain, blood instantly starting to ooze over my hand slowly. At least it still felt like just a flesh wound. So that's concussion three I'm assuming? How the fuck do I keep living through this bull shit?
"I-I am sincerely sorry. I have no idea what came over me," Kurama sounded somewhere between actually afraid and shocked stupid and it just sounded so… wrong... He came over and knelt down to help me. "Please, let me take you to the nurse's office."
I sighed and sat with my head in my hand with my eyes closed. Yeah, I really can't let him go around other people like this… so… this next part is either going to work or hopefully put me out of my fucking misery right now… I whipped out my gun with my right hand and held it up under his chin as my bloody left hand grabbed at his jacket collar in an attempt to keep him in place. He gasped just the slightest but kept his mouth shut. He looked honestly terrified, and he didn't wear it well.
A/N: I'm gonna need all the reviews I can get to keep me floating through the next week. My parents are coming... -eye twitches-
