Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC
By:~Pinkbun17~
Edited last: 1/12/18
Genres: Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Angst, Comedy, Dark, Drama, Erotic, General, Hope, Horror, Musical, Mystery, Romance, Thriller, Tragedy, Friendship, and Violence!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and if I did…it might not be as great a manga or show!
Story Format as always:
Youko's Thoughts: ^Yatta Yatta Blah?^
Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *Blah Blah Yatta Meh.*
Inner thoughts of other characters: 'Meh Meh Yeah!'
Sinhalese is a REAL language, and does come from Sri Lanka!
Anything said in Sinhalese: "Why do you ask so many questions?!"
PLEASE REVIEW, IT HELPS! Flaming is welcomed.
Chapter 14: Warning Signs and an Ungolden Feather
(DAY TWO)
Kurama's POV:
School has been a bit on the frustrating side, mainly due to rumors and foolish humans believing it as the truth. Apparently, there is gossip circulating that I'm in a relationship with a male senior from the cheer-squad. Typically, this would not even grab the slightest portion of my attention, but these people are far more persistent than I'd expect; even to the point where I can't think properly- let alone contact Koenma in private.
^Who would have known simple mortals could cause you this much trouble.^
*I don't need you pestering me either, fox. I can't believe I have to actually be concerned with something so futile.*
My solution ends up being far simpler then I'd imagine. I explain briefly to those getting on my nerves to mind their own damn business.
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The bell finally indicates the start of lunch and I make my way down the C wing to grab my bento box from my locker, when I run into two females, Aisha's friends.
We converse about curriculum for a while, and then why I decided to study here in America.
Slight unease washes over me, especially from the blonde girl, Aurora. Although her speech is polite, her eyes state; I don't trust you.
Mizzy, the short brown-haired girl is cheerful, but is oblivious to her friend's discomfort.
"Say Shuichi, isn't Aisha your partner for the project in English?" Mizzy questions.
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"You might end up having to do the project on your own; she tends to get sick a lot." Aurora responds.
"I'm sure Mrs. Havrilchak will understand, I just hope Aisha's grade doesn't drop." Mizzy adds in.
"She really needs to come to school more often, at this rate she'll have a lot of trouble catching up again." Aurora says to Mizzy.
Both girls explain that since elementary school, Aisha has always gotten ill easily and misses a good portion of school.
"I suppose I'll try to get in touch with her before I make my decision. Thank you." I state with a smile.
"No problem." Aurora states, trying to smile a bit, but her demeanor states otherwise.
Mizzy grins brightly adding; "Yeah, so want to join us? We're headed towards the library, maybe you can get some work done too."
Before I have a chance to reply, Aurora states; "Uh, Mizzy didn't we have a HCC meeting to go to?"
"We do? Huh, I thought it was next Wednesday…"
"Not to pry, but what exactly is HCC?" I question curiously.
"It stands for Hispanic Culture club, oh yeah! You haven't signed up for anything have you?" Mizzy asks, her eyes sparkling a bit.
"You could join Japanese club too, Mizzy, we really need to go." Aurora sounds a bit unnerved.
"Okay, okay, maybe next time we can help you out?" Mizzy says with a small smile.
"That's fine with me. I'm in no rush." I say.
"Yeah-" Mizzy halts her sentence when she realizes Aurora has already sped down the hallway.
"Sorry, she hates being late, see you later Shuichi!" With that said Mizzy chases after her friend Aurora.
^That girl…she really doesn't seem too fond of you.^
I sigh, the fox has a point.
*Though, I don't have a clue as to why. I haven't done anything to her. Perhaps something else is troubling her.*
Third Person POV:
Aurora can't face him any longer. Her mind is reeling, even as Mizzy chats up a storm.
"Don't you think Shuichi is super cute? He seems like a really sweet…"
The blonde blocks Mizzy's rabbling and ponders, 'Why doesn't she see that something's up with that Shuichi guy?'
Although the red head didn't do anything wrong, unease bubbled in Aurora's gut.
The exchange student's eyes are remarkable. Darkness and wisdom beyond human years blare in them. In a falsely casual manner, he examines them both carefully, as if to assess beyond their personalities. As innocent as their conversation is, she can't help but to maybe believe there is some truth to what Aisha was yelling about yesterday, this bizarre boy isn't all what he appears to be, that must be it. Aurora tells herself. Shivers crawl up the blonde's spine as she thinks about his inhuman stare, like Shuichi was seeing through every crumbling layer she built around herself.
"I'm telling you, it's really him! Who the hell else would be able to control plants?!"
The sentence lingers in the blonde girl's mind as she tries to make sense of why her emotions are going against her logic.
"Heelloo? Aurora? Did you hear a word I said?" Mizzy questions.
The girl in question giggles nervously. "Sorry, I was just lost in thought." and continues with her pace, making sure the red head is out of sight.
Abruptly, she halts to a stop.
"Aurora...what is up with you-" Mizzy tries to ask but Aurora states; "Don't you think there's just something off with that guy?"
"Well, maybe his hair color, but not really…He's fine as hell." Mizzy ponders out loud, smiling. "Then again he's too polite to be real!" The wavy brunette adds, laughing.
"I don't know, Mizzy-his eyes, they kind of terrify me." The blonde mutters half of her sentence in a mere whisper, then continues. "I can't exactly give you a reason, but it's as if he's trying to evaluate beyond us."
"Oh, come on! Yeah right. I think you're just paranoid… " Mizzy trails off letting the blonde respond.
"I suppose you're right, but I still can't say I feel comfortable around him." The hazel eyed girl adds.
"Besides, I don't think he has any friends yet. It doesn't help that there's a bunch of rumors going around about him going out with that jerk on the cheer-squad." Mizzy adds, changing the subject. Aurora catches on quickly that Mizzy is disregarding her fears. Feeling more than just hurt, she recalls something Aisha said the day before. Her best friend's voice blares in her head,
"I thought he was too good to be true, and I was right…he's the real thing…. he's a fucking monster!"
When Aisha was freaking out, Aurora didn't really register what she said; she heard, but didn't listen.
"If you find my body chopped up, you'll know who did it."
"Isn't that senior always starting things like that?" Aurora questions, trying to push back her doubts.
'I must be really crazy to think it's even possible for an anime character to come to life. Either way, there is something off about him and I don't trust him.' Aurora states to herself as Mizzy talks about the other rumors that the cheer-squad senior has spread so far in the school year.
"Definitely, I heard once he…" Mizzy's voice fades into the lunch time background of North high school.
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"Has anyone seen Aisha? I really don't get this." Rina questions the mis-matched group of teenagers around her.
Rina, the abusive but former best friend of Aisha, still feels bitterness for the girl deserting her, but is waiting for the right moment; the chick will come to her 'senses', after all the two of them were best friends for a long time!
"Why, do you need help with something, Rina?" Asks Slashly, her brown eyes pressing on, and her short curly hair bounces with life.
Slashy, acts nice enough, but rubs too hard when it comes to knowing things, even if she doesn't possess the knowledge herself. She will simply make you believe she is 'beyond intelligent'. She was not always this way though, she was once a humble being.
"I don't think you can help her with this crap, Aisha's the only one who actually gets this boring stuff." Claire states as she glances at the paper now in Chet's hands.
Claire, the former childhood friend of Aurora and Aisha, is currently in the process of double betrayal. She's doing this by taking the side of a jerk who harasses and manipulates others for his own amusement. Claire being on the gullible side, is easy prey to get back at Aurora and Aisha. Robert, the said jerk once was obsessed with owning Aurora.
Chet was also close to Aurora and Aisha at one point, but after he started dating Claire he also turned his back on his friends. Even his relationship with Claire is a mess, for he's cheating on her. Robert and Chet bond well due to their shared disrespect towards females.
"Oh please I bet I could solve it-" Robert snatches the paper out of Chet's hands and pales slightly more…if that is even possible considering his ghostly complexion.
Racist and a total sadistic freak, Hunchback Robert enjoys being in control of this mix of teens. He also laughs in their wake for turning on their former friends with such ease. These idiots have no clue what's coming to them. He thinks to himself, suppressing an evil cackle. Too bad he's terrible with literature, history, and science.
"You could ask the blonde bitch, she'd know." Robert responds with disgust. "I doubt that dark retard knows anything!"
Chet breaks into a bit of laughter, and Claire chooses to ignore his comment. Rina grins hard and Slashly hides her giggle behind her hand.
"Darn just when I need Aurora she isn't here!" Claire shouts to the group and they nod in agreement.
"What do you need help with? Long as it isn't any of that dumb poetry shit." Chet asks his 'girlfriend'.
"It's biology junk, gosh I really hate doing it!" Claire shouts. "Aurora's supposed to explain this to me!"
"Yeah, I can't help you there, how about you guys?" Chet questions.
They all reply in some way or form, a clear no.
"Damn idiots, they should make themselves useful." Robert comments and the group simply agrees, as if they are extremely influenced beyond repair, robots.
A shadowy aura surrounds Robert and soon engulfs the others. Their eyes are void of life, and a plastic grin lingers on their faces. They all chuckle, as if this is the way things are supposed to be.
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As Kurama passes by the cafeteria he senses an obscure aura, but as quickly as it appears it vanishes without a trace.
*This has happened before, if only I could figure out a method of weeding this demon out without endangering anyone.* The red head thinks to himself, and decides to contact Koenma.
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Aisha's POV:
(DAY TWO)
This morning I had a raging fever, and I'm shocked my mother didn't chew me out for getting sick again. I'm laying in bed, and my parrot Shuichi is keeping me company, as if he senses the torment that's whirling in my head. As I sit up, my shoulder begins to throb like an evil bitch.
'Oh, hello pain, I didn't realize you missed me. Mother Fucker!'
Popping some pain pills and chugging some water, I stare at Kurama's plant. Oddly enough the birds don't seem to mind the plant, and my Jenday Conure (Shuichi aka Boyya) even plays with it. During the night, my bed was visited by god knows what, and Kurama's plant started to growl. Yeah, it freaking growls! Here I thought my birds, and rabbit acting like dogs was weird, but a plant? What the blue hell is this? Might as well draw me anime style and drop me in my own webtoon series!
During the night, my sisters came back into the room and would wake up randomly from the plant's noise, and I'd have to lie telling them I accidentally pulled Boyya's feathery tail or the surrounding neighbor houses' dogs are just being noisy.
The only good thing about the growling plant (which I've randomly named Zerbo) is he (I think it's a he) scares the thing that likes to mess with me at night for awhile.
While sleeping, some of my dreams repeat my experiences with that monstrous demon, Aiden; even though Kurama killed him- the damage has been already set in, and I think it's because of this stupid seed! I also think it is the reason why my shoulder is in so much pain.
Speaking of pain, getting calls from a ridiculous mystery breathing person is freaking annoying! My water damaged cell works half of the time, but even though I haven't really bothered talking to anyone, I still try to answer the darn thing.
First Call:
"Hello?"
-Breathing noises-
"I can you hear your creepy breathing, now mind talking?"
-Hangs up-
"Gah! Idiot!"
Five minutes later. Fourth call:
"Hello." I state in a grumpy tone of voice.
"Sh…Aiiiii….ssss…..hhh….aaa…"
-More breathing noises-
Before I can say anything the jerk hangs up!
Two minutes later. Fifth call:
"Listen here you stupid dipshit, if you don't stop calling me I will personally track and haul your ass to the nearest trash bin and bash your head into it!" I say as fiercely as I can.
I'm fairly used to dealing with stupidity like this, so instead of feeling worried, I'm pretty pissed about it, and the caller hangs up on me. Five minutes later I finally nod off to sleep.
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I wake up to a grumbling tummy and obvious aching and decide to venture into the kitchen. I make myself a bowl of easy mac and cheese and wash it down with some milk tea and pain pills.
Feeling a blanket of gloom drape over me I wobbly make my way to my work desk and flip my laptop on. The darn beat up thing takes a while to start up but soon I am quickly opening Google Chrome. As I log into my email and youtube account, little pitter pattering footsteps enter the room, my little brother!
The little munchkin is carrying his favorite caramel colored stuffed doggy and a handful of bright colored toy cars in the other hand.
"Hi Dully!" I smile brightly at him and he laughs happily as I set him in my lap and hand him a mango flavored Dum-Dum lollipop, and soon the two of us browse the net for a while(namely random animals videos)
After a while the little munchy-kin wonders off to spend time with my mom, who's lazing in the couch back in the living room, most likely dozing off.
Screeching and panicky chirping sound off in the room and I trudge my achy body to the source of the sound, my four birds.
"What! What's wrong you guys?" I question softly and they still don't calm down.
The crazy calls of a peach-faced lovebird, parakeet, and sun conure go off non-stop until I glance into the direction their eyes are glued on.
"Just what are you staring at-" The question dies on my lips as I notice a whisk of a dark shadow like cloud shape disappear.
'What the hell was that!?' I panic in my mind, and my eyes are glued to the wall of various random pictures and posters.
Pretending I didn't see anything, I finally calm everyone down, and something is rubbing against my pink flip-flopped foot. I stare down and Zerbo (apparently this damn plant can MOVE!) is whimpering.
I pick him up as well as Shuichi(aka Boyya) and before I can leave the area of bird cages, two other birds decide to tag along by crawling up the sleeve of my purple shirt.
Peachy (aka P-chan) my male peach faced lovebird, is a complete smart-ass and knows perfectly well how to act innocent, but I know when he's being a little jerk to the other birds! I somewhat nick-named him after a character in the Ranma ½ anime, and he does sort of remind me of him!
My green little parakeet, Springy is the sweetest little boy you'll ever run into that hasn't been handfed. Most of the time when buying birds as pets, it's best to get a handfed one (means they've been raised by humans since hatching) but after picking out Springy I realized he was one of those rare-ish birds that are naturally friendly! P-chan also happens not to be handfed. I have worked hard to train and tame them, and love them with all my being.
Speaking of P-chan, the two of us actually really disliked each other at first. When I was in seventh grade some of my first birds were lovebirds, and sadly one of them flew away. The other one however was just as dear as Boyya(Shuichi) is to me today.
The other lovebird's name was Greeny, and she needed a mate so we ended up picking up Peachy! Peachy is the most mischievous bird I've ever seen!
Even though lovebirds can't talk, he knows how to copy the sound of his name in tune. Anyway, Greeny was my first friendly birdie, and Peachy did not trust me one bit. Greeny was very loving, slept with me, ate with me, but had a nasty habit of eating my homework. Yes, shredding it to bits! Although Greeny ended up passing away a few years later from unknown reasons, P-chan began to trust me, and that has currently transformed into doggy like affection!
I'm sure you can already tell I'm a little obsessive with animals! What can I say, when family's lacking, pets do the talking! As stupid as that sounds, it's the honest truth, and personally without them I would have given up much sooner! They are my entire lifeline when I have no one to talk to.
The five of us head back to my computer and I try to focus my mind elsewhere, by attempting to update my Inu-Ran stories, but with no luck.
'My mind's too freaking confused to write…' I realize after staring at the word doc for a good amount of wasted time.
I try jumping at a chance to start watching a new anime, but suddenly the memory of what happened with Aiden sparks back to life in my head; my pain grows slightly and my stomach feels ready to empty its self.
I shut down the ancient laptop, and choose to find something to read in my miniature library; randomly I grab Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Before I can even sit on my bed and open the big book, I can hear my mom's voice calling me into the depths of hel-I mean the living room.
All day try as I do to drown out the noises of my parents bickering in the background, just isn't possible.
'Gee, maybe it's time for the blame game! Haven't played in a few days.' Bitterly the thought forms in my mind.
Dropping the birds and plant off, I enter the living room. I'm slightly relived my mom doesn't look too pissed off. Daddy must have left for work a while ago.
"Yeah?" I question.
She glances up at me for a second and states in her somewhat broken English; "There letter on table for you, lunch today is on stove."
"Oh…okay." I state, glad she isn't going to scream at me today...
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the clock and it now reads; 2:05.
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As I chew my last bite on our family's usual grub of rice and other things the names of escape me-I question my mom; "Aren't you going to pick Traya and Chenara up?"
"Why, it not time yet-?"
I nod and say; "Yeah…it kinda is, mommy."
Not sure why but I have called my parents the same thing that I've called them ever since I was little, not really so much out of endearment, but more out of what I'm used to. I call my mom, mommy, and my dad, daddy-o; as strange as it sounds it is just how things roll even with these idiotic situations.
My mom's temper comes out of nowhere, and just as I gulp down more water and pain pills, something is suddenly thrown at my head, a bag of scraps, celery, apple, carrots, ect; it kind of hurts but not as badly as the brick of a sandal that comes afterwards, which happens to connect with my shoulder.
'So much for not getting bitched at-'
"Feed your shit animal, and clean this mess!" My mother cries out clearly angry, not sure what for but it's surly directed at me!
Tears sting in my eyes, from the reeling pain my shoulder is in; I even kneel to the ground. I suppose she was bottling up her anger and let everything out once my brother 'broke the camel's back' by spilling his lunch all over the couch and floor. Lucky me.
Once my pain dies down a little, and after cleaning the mess, my mother and brother leave the apartment to pick my sisters up from school.
I head back to the 'ghost room' for my keys and also bring along my birds and Zerbo.
I place Boyya in my jacket, while I put Peachy and Springy on my shoulder, then head down the stairs in this semi massive apartment building through the parking lot and into the garden.
Rabbit cages that once used to be awesome now are falling apart, and poor Butterscotch my (really the entire family's) rescued bunny has to stay out here. My parents refuse to allow me to keep our rabbit in the house because 'she might chew everything up' but strangely she only acts like that in the garden with the food growing everywhere.
Both my parents and siblings all like animals, but when they are stressed out about something, they blame the animals and I for whatever their issue is. As much as I want to find a new home for them, my mother protests; and I don't have the full heart to give my 'life-lines' away.
However as friendly as Zerbo is, he really dislikes my bunny Butterscotch because she tried eating him when I showed him around the garden. Thank god he didn't hurt her! Too bad my birds are fond of him too.(they also enjoying chewing on plants!)
"Hey Butterballa!" I grin at my caramel and white English Spotted bun. Her stiff ears perk up and she runs to lick my hand.
"Okay guys you can chill here for a minute while I go pick some more veggies." I state to the three curious birds, and bunny. Something golden catches my eye and I pick it up, an amazing large feather, it even gleams when I hold it in the light! Marveling at its beauty and I leave the door(what's left of it) of the rabbit cage open, and quickly Butterscotch hops out and follows me. I decide to safely tuck away the shiny feather in my pocket and walk after the crazy bun.
"Silly dog bunny!" I laugh but uneasiness swallows me once again as I notice all the animals freezing up, the birds screaming again; all their frantic eyes once again glued to something behind me.
Forcing the crawling fear down, I turn quickly, and hold back a scream.
Darkness is best to describe the thing I see. Despair is the emotion I sense.
A shadowy cloaked figure fades away but not before I spot a skeleton arm reaching out, as if to grab me. There are no eyes, only empty coal sockets.
I shake off the urge to run, instead gathering all the animals and Kurama's plant quickly and race past the garden, through the parking lot and up the stairs. Fumbling with my bent-up keys, I finally get my shaky hands to unlock the door and sprint through all my pain into apartment seven. It still feels like something is watching me, and the animals still are freaked out.
"It's okay guys, don't be scared, it's gone now…" I lie with a semi soothing voice.
"I-I didn't see a damn thing, it's just this pain is getting to me…" I softly strain my laughter.
'Just what the hell is going on…?!' I scream in my head, but decide to head back to my desk to try and move my mind elsewhere.
I put all the birds on their cages, and place Butterscotch in a pet carrier with food and water. I hide her somewhat under my desk not wanting to put her downstairs after that thing showed itself.
Remembering a letter came in the mail for me earlier, I slowly open it, noticing it has no return address.
'Well that's a little stupid…' I comment.
Once again, the creeps crawl up my back and into my spine. This isn't your typical letter.
He's coming!
It's written in dry gooey browning 'ink', it looks like blood.
The aching quickly turns into sharp stabs of pain in my shoulder and my entire body trembles, unsure how to react.
Question is, who is this he?
Kurama's POV:
The tracking plant I left Aisha for some protection has been giving off signs of a paranormal presence, but for some reason it is not faring well with keeping it at bay, or obtaining information as to what it is exactly.
*How strange…Though I do wonder if this presence is from my world…or has it simply manifested in this one?*
^It can go into either direction, even I cannot tell the difference. ^
*That's strange, either way, I should try to contact her again.*
From what I have heard from her two friends, they also haven't been able to contact her; though abnormally enough Aurora stated she feels uneasy around me, my eyes are kind of terrifying to her, and to quote her "it's as if he's trying to evaluate beyond us." This human has sharp senses, perhaps sharp enough to be aware of the paranormal.
Aisha's POV:
The following day I didn't get much sleep, reason being? Simple, my stupid pain, nightmares lingering and my cell phone going nuts every five to ten minutes from a text message. Even shoving the semi damaged phone in a drawer and shutting it off doesn't drown out its annoyance!
The first couple times I read the one-word messages, it's pretty much like random gibberish, like the stupid breathing creeper calls I got yesterday. Either way if I could, I'd give this freakazoid a good piece of my mind, but the phone number is invalid…and to be honest I'm starting to feel a little worried. Maybe the blood letter was just a stupid prank too?
Text messages in order throughout the night:
Force.
Eagle.
Substance.
Piece.
God.
Kin.
Flame.
Above.
Revenge.
Yearn.
Feeble.
Glorious.
Erase.
Bloom.
Future.
Pair.
Gullible.
Reverse.
Blood.
Growth.
Security.
Caution.
Curse.
Defense.
Powerless.
Revealed.
Final.
Necrosis.
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A day has passed and yet not even Mr. Red ghost(Kurama) has texted me. I'm used to my friends not really doing it, but I figure after what happened with that damned shift shaper he'd be a little worried.
'Who am I kidding, why would anyone care for a jerk like me?'
Once again, I'm in front of my old laptop, thinking of reasons why I'm being 'pranked'. The clock now happens to read 5:50 pm.
I sigh, and decide to open up Google Chrome again. This time entering a Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Site Forum.
Today's topic? Character bashing…
'My least favorite thing to do, but just might cheer me up.' I explain to myself.
Useless reason is thrown around but oddly enough I keep reading.
"Yusukes a butt-headed prick should be kicked off the anime, Kurama should be the main character hes sex on legs!"- Gl1mmerWh0024
'Seems like you're the real retard…Yusuke's the first main character! And really sex on legs? Sounds like to me you're one of those psycho "fans" that stalk 24/7.' I comment to myself and start playing music, Without Reason by The Fray ironically echoes.
As I sing along to the lyrics, my eyes ghost over the other comments, and I find myself laughing a bit.
"Personally I find all of them pathetic, especially mr. girly ass. Hate how they all have to scream out their stupid weapons, "bitch slap rose whiplash!
-Nan0Claw67
'As idiotic and mean that was, it would be kind of funny to imagine! Though I seriously doubt he would be happy to read that.' My mind imagines a rare expression of the red head acting female-ish, and I turn into a fit of giggles.
"its anime wat do u expect? lol bitchslapping Kurama hes a fag too but i hate that ugly stupid orange haired monkey da most gets on my nerves 2 much"
-SeductiveHumorDragon
"Tell me about it! The girly clown pussy and the brainless orangutan! That loser emo antisocial is just as dumb! He must be a sparkling vampire under that cape and bandana!"-ToWelrmmi
"Bitch I hate is that ditzy blue haired hoe, a lot like bubble gum is to hair, impossible to get rid of let's kill it!"-Bronzekite
'Wow, then why the hell are these morons commenting on a Yu Yu Hakusho FAN site in the first place?'
"What about that other stupid bitch, Keiko, Yusuke should be with me! If she was real, I'd stab her with a pitchfork!"-Jake5464
A bit of anger rises within myself, I never would have guessed that by 'character bashing' would mean tearing down main characters!
"What the hell is this? Yeah you're entitled to your own opinion, but sounds like to me you're all just trashing and burning Yu Yu Hakusho with no reasoning, get a freaking life! Why the heck do you feel the need to insult the main characters? Go find something else to step on. They are all amazing and unique characters that-
Before I can add on to my argument and click post, the internet tab disappears. And a strange error appears. A jpg of a moving plant vine creepily worms down the internet page as if to grab a hold of something, it almost looks 3-D.
'I don't know whether to say it's cool or freaky...must be a new feature…'
I decide to brush it off, restart Google Chrome and check my emails, hoping my friend Ran from Las Vegas has responded to my email yet.
'I wonder if I should tell her my poster got stolen…and I almost died; maybe she'd believe me.'
At the same time, I delete all my bookmarks to almost anything related to Yu Yu Hakusho, just in case a certain Red Head gets curious. I also hide my pictures in a computer file though labeling it 'Animes'. This process takes a while.
As I go back to the email tab, a smile forms on my face as I spot an email message from Ran!
Just before I can click it open, my phone goes off playing its new ringtone, Carry on, by Avenged Sevenfold. It's Kurama calling.
Kurama's POV:
"At last you decide to answer your cell phone."
"What? My phone hasn't ringed all day." She responds sounding a bit angry.
"I have been calling you for quite a while; I even tried contacting you yesterday and the day before." I explain, perhaps she wishes to pretend she hasn't ignored my calls?
"Really now?" Her voice muses. "Yeah Kurama, my phone's still acting stupid, probably decided it doesn't like you."
"I'm going to have to doubt that scenario, though don't you suppose ignoring your friends is a bit harsh?" I ask, wanting some sort of answer.
"Wait…what? I haven't had any phone calls from any of them. Phone's probably busted."
Her voice indicates truth, but something else seems to be just below the surface.
"That should be expected, after all it did get wet. Anyway, how are you feeling?" I ask.
"I'm fine, just checking emails Mr. Noisy. By the way what the heck is up with your crazy plant, he growls way too much-" She stops abruptly and a gasp escapes from her lips.
"Aisha? Is something wrong?" I question obviously.
"N-no, it's nothing…" She trails off, but I then say,
"I didn't realize nothing causes people to gasp. Tell me, has anything else been going on?"
Before she can repeat the same lie, I interrupt her. "Even if you don't tell me right now, I will find out sooner or later. Please keep in mind that I am on your side."
"Then you can find out freaking later! G-gosh you're so irritating!" Her voice cracks, fear barely seeping through, but my ears detect it clearly.
"I will be there in ten minutes-"
"No! I don't want to e-explain anything to my family-besides I doubt you will be able to smooth talk your way in.-Don't bother coming!" She barks, I can sense additional pain and terror in her speech.
"I apologize, but I will have to see how your wound is healing, I will come past mid-night if that works with you, Ais-"
"That won't work! My dad comes home at that time from work and they don't go to sleep until two or three am…There's no point in you coming, j-just telling you I'm fine!" The nervousness in her voice is simple to detect, more of her emotions are spilling out.
"That's not important to me in the slightest. Your health and safety are a part of my concern. Have you forgotten I was once a thief? I can sneak in quite well."
"I know you jerkface! Just don't bother…" She whispers, and soon falls silent.
"I suppose you're furious with me about what had occurred with your mother, but I can assure you that won't happen again, I truly am sorry for the inconvenience I've caused you; but you must work with me. I only was able to defeat one minor enemy-"
"Minor?" Her tone is sharp with indignant. "What happened to me was not some minor shit Kurama; I can't just magically get over being nearly-killed! I was fucking tortured!-Tortured!"
"I understand that this isn't simple to process, but compared to who we are possibly up against they will only grow in strength, and we have yet to learn just how many there are. Aisha, like it or not you are involved, and I will do my best to protect you." I explain honestly, and she grows silent once again.
"Yeah, right. You stupid ass ghost." She grumbles under her breath with a sigh.
"There's no need to insult me constantly, it's not like I particularly enjoy doing this. I don't wish to be held accountable or feel guilty if you become seriously injured again."
"No one's paying you to baby sit! I-I can take care of myself…" Her sharp tone quiets to a sad mutter.
"Aisha, you might as well explain what has been bothering you, we just may be able to come up with a fair solution, after all two heads are better than one." I state, trying not to sound annoyed.
"Warning signs. That's the best way I can describe it." She suddenly states. "Weird things have been happening, and I have n-no explanations. I don't want to get into details over the phone, but I just have been seeing things, and getting creepy messages."
"I see, we should discuss the details in person then." I press.
"Y-yeah." She gives as a soft response. "It's not like I h-have a choice."
"Actually, you do have a choice, everyone does, but it would be of your best interest if you do let me know. Aisha there are other matters I must explain to you-" Before I can finish my statement, Aisha mutters quickly; "My mom's calling me, I can't talk anymore, bye." And hangs up abruptly a second later.
^What happened to sugar coating any of your statements? How strange of you, have you already used up your reserve of patience? ^ Yoko chooses to gracefully comment.
*I'm not sure what came over me, I just may have only added more pressure to a fragmented mind.*
^Who would have known you'd allow your anger to even surface a bit? ^
*And who's fault do you suppose it is? Your bothersome commentary adds fuel to the fire.*
^Perhaps you're losing it? Little Shuichi, I believe you are only incorrectly directing your anger at me, for I remained silent. Has her hostile tone gotten to you? Or are you just more worried than you originally thought you'd be?^
*As I stated to her, I only don't wish to burden myself with guilt if she's murdered, don't read into things that aren't there, fox.*
^Tsk, foolish Shuichi. You honestly should learn to be more honest with yourself. You simply don't wish to repeat mistakes from the past.^
I change the topic, not wanting to gain more of a headache arguing with my former self.
*Warning signs, and disturbing messages she stated …Vague but perhaps the enemy is trying to contact her?*
^A possibility, but as of yet we have no proof. She was targeted for a reason, more information would be useful now.^
*I agree, I should contact Koenma again.*
^You also should get in touch with your own emotions, Shuichi.^
*Silence fox, that is not of importance-*
Before I can properly disagree with my former self, my tracking plant alerts me of a demonic aura that I now sense; and it is pending from Aisha's location.
Aisha's POV:
Rudely I hang up on the red head for two reasons. One, I have some chores to do, and two the email Ran had sent opened in front of me. Its freakiness' is starting to sink in.
Fragments of the past continually glue back together again
Existence will be disregarded
The message isn't what gets to me; it's the picture files that are attached. My breathing becomes so out of whack that I take a puff of my asthma inhaler like a stereotyped nerd. Even as my eyes take numerous double takes, I can't believe what I'm staring at. Quickly it takes me back to the bathroom of that sick fuck of a demon, Aiden.
Bodies of people, seemingly out of random, tormented in different ways. From pulled guts, ripped limbs, and burns beyond recognition, all of the bodies look kind of flat, as if all the liquids have been drained.
The one decomposing corpse that truly brings out my slightly suppressed fear is this one girl's face and torn North High PE uniform. She was a former classmate from my JROTC class that everyone thought transferred out of school three months ago…
My body trembles all over again in a turmoil of emotions, tied between terror and anger. Who's the freaking monster this time slaughtering these innocent people, and why the hell are they sending this to me?!
Fearing the worst, I call and text my Vegas friend Ran, and gain no further reply. I leave a few voicemails, telling her to call me back as soon as she can. Tears want to collect in my eyes, but I'm too stunned to even allow such a simple bodily function to work. Instead I start on my chores, soon after I prepare myself to head downstairs with Shuichi (Boyya) to take the trash out, water the garden, bring food up and feed Butterscotch. Mother found out that Butterscotch was in the house, so I had to bring her back to the downstairs cages.
Secretly I also stash away in my warm gray, black and yellow Batman guy hoodie my cell phone and a cheap pocket knife that I randomly found in the house, I'm even tempted to bring along the metal broom stick I found lying by the sink in the apartment, but I would look retarded and crazy carrying that around.
The putrid stench of the rotting leftovers, dirty diapers, and other crap in the bulky leaking flimsy white trash bag I'm dragging just might be good enough to terrify anything!
"Euh, so freaking nasty!"
I state to myself and keep my body turned away from the trash. Though, the stink can't compare to when I was in that nightmare bathroom… As I slowly pass the parking lot and head straight towards the huge trash container, lifting the bag of 'horror' I strain to toss the revolting garbage in. Heading back upstairs I grabbed Butterscotch to place her back into the outside cage, feed her and water the garden, I once again feel something staring holes into me.
Try as I might paranoia and fear trickles through my entire being. As I gather the last of the veggies to bring back home, movement in the shrubbery grabs my attention. Telling myself it might be a possum, stray cat or raccoon I pick up a small dirt rock and toss it in that general direction.
Dark greens vines, begin to stir more with life, like worms. I rush towards the ancient rabbit cage; practically ripping the door off and I frantically snatch Butterscotch, shove Boyya into my jacket and take off, my pain goes numb as fright eats at my mind.
'What the fuck was that!?' I scream in my head, and don't dare to look back. I sprint through the parking lot and up the uneven stairs, tripping a few times out of panic. At this very second all that matters is getting my pets to safety.
My shaky hands struggle to find the right bronze colored key to shove into the dulling silver doorknob and just as I manage to open the chipping brown door my bunny screams in fright and my bird cries out in terror both of which rush past me flying and running inside.
Their voices echo harshly, but behind me I hear the flapping of enormous wings, a gust of air blows my curly hair forward, revealing my bare neck. Someone is standing behind me, because I can hear a few light footsteps and a dark chuckle.
My left hand releases the doorknob and my sweaty right hand immediately goes for the cheap pocket knife.
"Who are you?" I question, surprised my voice sounds so strong, but my entire body says otherwise; my knees are trembling like jello. As if to hide the person behind me, the outdoor stair lights shatter. I scream but the person then grips my good shoulder; and sharp nails start to dig in.
A bit of courage rises in me and I quickly turn to attack, my right-hand slashes the shadowed person, though I don't know exactly where.
I try to run past the cracked brown door and toward another fragile exit gate, but the person grabs me by the hood of my Batman jacket and flings me down the stairs with inhuman strength.
I let out another scream and shield my head on impact; glass pieces from the light imbed into my purple leggings and cut through the sleeves of my hoodie. Bashing against the cement steps knocks the breath out of my lungs.
"What the fuck are you!? Why are you doing this to me?!" I scream forcing myself up to a sitting position.
I get no answer but the tall person (who I assume is a guy) states; "Useless wench you are helpless. Consume her."
"What…" I state, speechless. Before I can stand up, something wraps itself around my bleeding legs, vines.
I cry out as the grips become tougher. "Get off me!"
The guy chuckles darkly again, and I glance up. Wings are spread apart like a bird and he takes off. I stare dumbfounded and a couple of feathers land near me. A golden gleam dully reflects off of them from the moonlight.
Even as I struggled, I couldn't scream out for the help I needed…
To be continued…
My notes:
Finally! This chapter was supposed to be two, but I decided I rather have less chapters! 27 freaking pages 12 inch font. -0 Man I've been working hard on this chapter, though some parts I'm worried might be on the wtf side. Also regarding the character bashing those user-names I randomly made up, but I have seen people make stupid comments like that on a fan site. 0-o Please review my readers, I am losing my muse to write! I will post the next chapters as soon as I gain a review or two! T-T
Peace On and Rock Out!
-Pinkbun17