Disclaimer: YYH is not mine....(it will be soon mind you!) J/K! ^__^
*All the stories in this fic will occur about the same time....like all these events are happening at the same time just to different characters. Make sense? I have a lot of ideas for stories....it's crazy. Well, anywayz today's story is about Kurama and Youko. Thanks so much to reviewers from last chapter! Please enjoy, read and review too!
*Chapter 2 - Kurama: Love and Despair*
The overall feeling was depressing; misery hung in the air. Shiori Minamino (A/N: Kurama's human mother) stood at the front of the procession hiding from the pouring rain under a black umbrella. Her own stream of tears joined the drops of water that fell from the sky. Beside her, a red haired 7 year old boy stood there, a blank expression on his face.
'Doushite? Why is she crying? It's just a human....' Shuuichi fidgeted uncomfortably in his black mourning suit Shiori asked him to wear. He glanced at a rectangular box, covered with wilted bouquets of flowers and in the middle, a single solitary picture of a laughing man. His 'father'. Shuuichi shuddered at that thought. 'No. His human body's father....'
They were at his funeral. Shuuichi remembered the evening before, the look upon Shiori's face when Ichiro (Kurama's father) collapsed in a heap on the floor. Bits and pieces arose from the memory. Paramedics rushing about, Ichiro strapped into a stretcher, the ambulance's loud siren piercing the night....
"....and let this man, Ichiro Minamino, rest in your peace...." The person speaking finished. Rows and rows of chairs were filled with people in black, crying, mourning, sitting in disbelief that such a healthy man could die suddenly of no cause. Doctors were still confused as to what caused Ichiro's death. Finally the procession was over.
As Shuuichi stood in silence, the other people who attended the funeral came up to Shiori and offered their condolences. Shiori thanked them, tears running down her face still. Shuuichi couldn't take it anymore; he turn and ran down the aisle. Cries of "Shuuichi! Shuuichi!" rose to his ears but he ignored them as his feet pounded the puddles, splashing water everywhere.
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~2 Years Later~
Kurama slammed the door as he yelled,"I'm home!"
"Ah, Shuuichi, I've made some cookies. Come into the kitchen and have some?" Shiori stepped out of the kitchen, apron on and spatula into one hand.
"No thanks. I have homework...." Kurama threw off his shoes and ran up the stairs to his room. A loud bam was heard as he slammed the door to his own room. Down in the kitchen, Shiori sighed unhappily. 'Shuuichi has always been like this. Isolating everyone....'
After half an hour passed, Kurama came back and walked into the kitchen. "Do we have any canola oil? I need it for a science project." Shiori was at the sink, washing dishes.
"Yes, dear. It's in the top cabinet." Kurama moved a chair to the cabinet and clambered on top of it. "Shuuichi, honey? Do you want me to get that for you?"
"No. I'm fine...!" He spotted the oil and struggled to reach it far in the back. He grabbed it and leaped off the chair neatly. "Thanks." he replied and left. Only to enter again some time later to put the oil back. The chair was in place as Shuuichi again struggled to put it back. The chair was rocking violently and suddenly...it toppled.
The shock of the moment paralyzed Kurama; he heard his mother calling his name,"Shuuichi!!!". Felt the force of gravity bringing him down, wanting to snap his back....
Then he heard the sounds of dishes breaking, shattering into pieces. He prepared himself for the impact of falling on the floor. But it never came; instead he landed on something soft and warm. "Shuuichi....are you okay?" Shiori forced herself to smile despite her pain. Kurama looked down at the thing holding him and saw blood....bright red blood dripping from his mother's arms. The sudden rush of it all....his mother scarring herself permanently to save him, her cold little boy who ignored her....flew to Kurama's head as he clung to Shiori tightly.
"Mother? Mother!" was the only thing Kurama could utter. "Mother...? You stay still, I'll call the ambulance!" Shuuichi didn't want to leave her, vulnerable and defenseless but what could he do? As fast as his little legs could carry him, he sprinted to the phone and called the paramedics. He returned as quickly as he could to his mother. Her eyes were closed but they opened when she heard him.
"Shuuichi....? Are you okay, my son?" Shiori asked weakly. Kurama's response was to hug her firmly, replying,"Yes, mom. Thank you...."
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~4 years later when Shuuichi is 13~
"Hey, Shuuichi! Wanna come hang out after school?!" Misa, one of Kurama's friends, yelled.
"Sorry, Misa. I'm busy today. Perhaps you can ask someone else?" Kurama responded, waving goodbye. After walking around, Kurama found himself at home. He entered and found his mother resting while drinking tea.
"How was your day, Shuuichi?" Shiori greeted her son when he came in.
"It was good. How was yours?" Kurama dropped his schoolbag on the floor and went to join his mother.
"Fine. The boss let me off work early today...." Shiori replied, pouring another cup of tea. The two were just exchanging casual conversation until Shiori started coughing.
"*Cough cough* I think I'm...*cough*...catching a cold. *Cough cough*" Shiori stammered between coughs. Kurama laid a hand on his mother's forehead.
"Mother! Your temperature is increasing greatly!" Kurama exclaimed. A week passed and Shiori's condition still didn't inprove. After consulting the doctor, mother and son both found out Shiori had a deadly illness. The doctor ordered her to stay in the hospital.
"Shuuichi....you shouldn't worry about me. *cough* I'll be fine....go home and rest. *cough cough*" Shiori said to Kurama, who visited her constantly.
"I'm okay...! Try and get better....here I'll peel an apple for you, mother...."
*Gomen, it's kinda short but other stories will be in other chapters! Again thanks so much to reviewers! Your comments mean a lot to me! Thanks for reading and please review!
*All the stories in this fic will occur about the same time....like all these events are happening at the same time just to different characters. Make sense? I have a lot of ideas for stories....it's crazy. Well, anywayz today's story is about Kurama and Youko. Thanks so much to reviewers from last chapter! Please enjoy, read and review too!
*Chapter 2 - Kurama: Love and Despair*
The overall feeling was depressing; misery hung in the air. Shiori Minamino (A/N: Kurama's human mother) stood at the front of the procession hiding from the pouring rain under a black umbrella. Her own stream of tears joined the drops of water that fell from the sky. Beside her, a red haired 7 year old boy stood there, a blank expression on his face.
'Doushite? Why is she crying? It's just a human....' Shuuichi fidgeted uncomfortably in his black mourning suit Shiori asked him to wear. He glanced at a rectangular box, covered with wilted bouquets of flowers and in the middle, a single solitary picture of a laughing man. His 'father'. Shuuichi shuddered at that thought. 'No. His human body's father....'
They were at his funeral. Shuuichi remembered the evening before, the look upon Shiori's face when Ichiro (Kurama's father) collapsed in a heap on the floor. Bits and pieces arose from the memory. Paramedics rushing about, Ichiro strapped into a stretcher, the ambulance's loud siren piercing the night....
"....and let this man, Ichiro Minamino, rest in your peace...." The person speaking finished. Rows and rows of chairs were filled with people in black, crying, mourning, sitting in disbelief that such a healthy man could die suddenly of no cause. Doctors were still confused as to what caused Ichiro's death. Finally the procession was over.
As Shuuichi stood in silence, the other people who attended the funeral came up to Shiori and offered their condolences. Shiori thanked them, tears running down her face still. Shuuichi couldn't take it anymore; he turn and ran down the aisle. Cries of "Shuuichi! Shuuichi!" rose to his ears but he ignored them as his feet pounded the puddles, splashing water everywhere.
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~2 Years Later~
Kurama slammed the door as he yelled,"I'm home!"
"Ah, Shuuichi, I've made some cookies. Come into the kitchen and have some?" Shiori stepped out of the kitchen, apron on and spatula into one hand.
"No thanks. I have homework...." Kurama threw off his shoes and ran up the stairs to his room. A loud bam was heard as he slammed the door to his own room. Down in the kitchen, Shiori sighed unhappily. 'Shuuichi has always been like this. Isolating everyone....'
After half an hour passed, Kurama came back and walked into the kitchen. "Do we have any canola oil? I need it for a science project." Shiori was at the sink, washing dishes.
"Yes, dear. It's in the top cabinet." Kurama moved a chair to the cabinet and clambered on top of it. "Shuuichi, honey? Do you want me to get that for you?"
"No. I'm fine...!" He spotted the oil and struggled to reach it far in the back. He grabbed it and leaped off the chair neatly. "Thanks." he replied and left. Only to enter again some time later to put the oil back. The chair was in place as Shuuichi again struggled to put it back. The chair was rocking violently and suddenly...it toppled.
The shock of the moment paralyzed Kurama; he heard his mother calling his name,"Shuuichi!!!". Felt the force of gravity bringing him down, wanting to snap his back....
Then he heard the sounds of dishes breaking, shattering into pieces. He prepared himself for the impact of falling on the floor. But it never came; instead he landed on something soft and warm. "Shuuichi....are you okay?" Shiori forced herself to smile despite her pain. Kurama looked down at the thing holding him and saw blood....bright red blood dripping from his mother's arms. The sudden rush of it all....his mother scarring herself permanently to save him, her cold little boy who ignored her....flew to Kurama's head as he clung to Shiori tightly.
"Mother? Mother!" was the only thing Kurama could utter. "Mother...? You stay still, I'll call the ambulance!" Shuuichi didn't want to leave her, vulnerable and defenseless but what could he do? As fast as his little legs could carry him, he sprinted to the phone and called the paramedics. He returned as quickly as he could to his mother. Her eyes were closed but they opened when she heard him.
"Shuuichi....? Are you okay, my son?" Shiori asked weakly. Kurama's response was to hug her firmly, replying,"Yes, mom. Thank you...."
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~4 years later when Shuuichi is 13~
"Hey, Shuuichi! Wanna come hang out after school?!" Misa, one of Kurama's friends, yelled.
"Sorry, Misa. I'm busy today. Perhaps you can ask someone else?" Kurama responded, waving goodbye. After walking around, Kurama found himself at home. He entered and found his mother resting while drinking tea.
"How was your day, Shuuichi?" Shiori greeted her son when he came in.
"It was good. How was yours?" Kurama dropped his schoolbag on the floor and went to join his mother.
"Fine. The boss let me off work early today...." Shiori replied, pouring another cup of tea. The two were just exchanging casual conversation until Shiori started coughing.
"*Cough cough* I think I'm...*cough*...catching a cold. *Cough cough*" Shiori stammered between coughs. Kurama laid a hand on his mother's forehead.
"Mother! Your temperature is increasing greatly!" Kurama exclaimed. A week passed and Shiori's condition still didn't inprove. After consulting the doctor, mother and son both found out Shiori had a deadly illness. The doctor ordered her to stay in the hospital.
"Shuuichi....you shouldn't worry about me. *cough* I'll be fine....go home and rest. *cough cough*" Shiori said to Kurama, who visited her constantly.
"I'm okay...! Try and get better....here I'll peel an apple for you, mother...."
*Gomen, it's kinda short but other stories will be in other chapters! Again thanks so much to reviewers! Your comments mean a lot to me! Thanks for reading and please review!