Chapter 2
Friday comes, And Kurama is revealed
Sara sat, actually looking nice. She shifted in the chair uncomfortably. Then the doorbell rang and she walked over, grabbing her high heels. Sara opened the door with a bit of a jerk. There stood a young man, dressed formally in Pink holding a bouquet of roses. His pink hair fell lightly on his shoulders and his emerald eyes looked down at her, piercing down into her soul. "Your Sara right?" He asked. Sara unable to talk nodded. Kurama smiled and handed her the roses. "I'm Kurama, Yusuke's friend," Kurama said with a slight smile. Sara took the roses and slipped on her high heels. She followed him to his car and was very quiet, which was very unusual.
The date was over and they were sitting outside Sara's house. Sara held the roses in her lap. "Thank you . . . I'm not taken out much . . ." Sara confessed. "It was nothing . . . I enjoyed it myself . . ." Kurama answered, knowing she was still a little scared. He walked out and opened Sara's door. Sara smiled and got out slowly and smiled. Both of them then walked up her path. "Thank you again Kurama . . ." Sara said, looking up at him. He nodded slightly. "You're welcome . . ." Kurama swallowed and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Good night . . ." He whispered then kissed her lightly on her check. She gasped slightly and blushed. "Good night . . ." Sara replied and watched him leave down the sidewalk. She touched her check as he drove away. He kissed me . . . Sara thought slowly, her mind still spinning. She managed to walk to her ladder where she climbed up to her deck where she sat and stared at the moon. The moon created a puddle that she sat in, holding the roses. "Sara? You up here?" a voice asked. "Yeah Kieko . . . I'm up here . . ." Sara answered, still dazed. Kieko made her way up and looked at her. "So? How did it go?" Kieko asked her, sitting next to her. "It was . . . Wonderful . . ." Sara replied, and then stood, "I got to go to bed . . . Long day tomorrow . . ." Keiko smiled and helped her up. "I'll see you later tomorrow then . . ." Kieko whispered then let Sara go inside. Sara walked through her Apartment and set the roses on the counter. She grabbed a large vase from a near by cabinet and filled it with water. "He was cute . . . and those eyes . . ." Sara sighed and placed the roses in the water. She sighed and headed into her room, slipping off her shoes. Then she looked up at a picture on her bookshelf and it snapped her from her daze. "No . . . I can't fall in love! Its happened once before . . . and I don't want that to happen again!" Sara yelled, then stared at the picture. She turned it face down and walked into her room.
Sara began to pick up the glass that was scattered amongst the house; her father came home and crashed everything. Her father is out once again with friends. Sara grunted and then headed into the kitchen. She sighed seeing her father threw the roses against the wall. She slowly lowered to her knees and began to pick up each rose and the glass shards. Ding-dong! Her doorbell rang. Sara sighed. "Come in!" Sara yelled. She could hear the door opened then close. "I'm in the kitchen!" Sara echoed throwing the roses and vase in the bag next to her. "Your father again?" Yusuke asked, clearing out a space on her counter to sit on. Sara nodded. Yusuke sighed. "Looks like a Tornado went through here . . . Its getting worse . . . I wonder if I could some how kill ya to get your father to realize how much he loves you then bring ya back . . ." Yusuke mumbled. "Urameshi!" Sara snapped. "Never mind!" Yusuke defended. Sara growled and continued to pick up the glass. "He was pissed . . . somehow he found out I went out on a Date . . . I almost got beaten last night . . . just lucky he was drunk enough that I could get away . . ." Sara whispered. Yusuke stared. "Did he hit you at all?" Yusuke asked. Sara shook her head. Yusuke sighed and looked at her. "Ever think of moving out?" Yusuke asked. Sara sighed. "I can't . . . Dad would just track me down then kill me . . . I have to stay here," Sara whispered. She felt trapped, and she couldn't escape. She sighed and began to throw the stuff in the counter into the garbage bag. Then her doorbell rang again. "Yusuke can you get that?" Sara requested. Yusuke grunted and walked over to her door. He opened it. "Kurama?" Yusuke asked. He nodded slightly. "Is Sara home?" Kurama asked. "Yeah she is . . . Follow me . . ." Yusuke said walking through the half clean living room. Kurama looked around, the room was on the verge of clean, but there were places on the wall that didn't look right. "Sara! Kurama's Here!" Yusuke announced as he walked into the kitchen. Sara glanced up to the pink haired male as he entered. He then was sent into shock, her kitchen was a disaster. "What happened?" Kurama asked. "My father . . ." Sara sighed. She continued to pick up the glass. Sara then yelled and grasped her wrist. She quickly walked over to rinse off her hand, both Yusuke and Kurama could see her hand turning red. "What's wrong?!" Kurama asked worriedly. Sara grunted and pulled the large sliver of glass from the cut. "I'm fine . . . just got cut . . ." Sara said then pulled some paper towels from the roll to push on her hand. Kurama placed the fresh bouquet of roses onto the counter. "Do you want some help cleaning?" Kurama asked, looking at the mess. "No I can do it . . ." Sara answered. Both detectives couldn't help but want to help her, but she was stubborn.
Friday comes, And Kurama is revealed
Sara sat, actually looking nice. She shifted in the chair uncomfortably. Then the doorbell rang and she walked over, grabbing her high heels. Sara opened the door with a bit of a jerk. There stood a young man, dressed formally in Pink holding a bouquet of roses. His pink hair fell lightly on his shoulders and his emerald eyes looked down at her, piercing down into her soul. "Your Sara right?" He asked. Sara unable to talk nodded. Kurama smiled and handed her the roses. "I'm Kurama, Yusuke's friend," Kurama said with a slight smile. Sara took the roses and slipped on her high heels. She followed him to his car and was very quiet, which was very unusual.
The date was over and they were sitting outside Sara's house. Sara held the roses in her lap. "Thank you . . . I'm not taken out much . . ." Sara confessed. "It was nothing . . . I enjoyed it myself . . ." Kurama answered, knowing she was still a little scared. He walked out and opened Sara's door. Sara smiled and got out slowly and smiled. Both of them then walked up her path. "Thank you again Kurama . . ." Sara said, looking up at him. He nodded slightly. "You're welcome . . ." Kurama swallowed and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Good night . . ." He whispered then kissed her lightly on her check. She gasped slightly and blushed. "Good night . . ." Sara replied and watched him leave down the sidewalk. She touched her check as he drove away. He kissed me . . . Sara thought slowly, her mind still spinning. She managed to walk to her ladder where she climbed up to her deck where she sat and stared at the moon. The moon created a puddle that she sat in, holding the roses. "Sara? You up here?" a voice asked. "Yeah Kieko . . . I'm up here . . ." Sara answered, still dazed. Kieko made her way up and looked at her. "So? How did it go?" Kieko asked her, sitting next to her. "It was . . . Wonderful . . ." Sara replied, and then stood, "I got to go to bed . . . Long day tomorrow . . ." Keiko smiled and helped her up. "I'll see you later tomorrow then . . ." Kieko whispered then let Sara go inside. Sara walked through her Apartment and set the roses on the counter. She grabbed a large vase from a near by cabinet and filled it with water. "He was cute . . . and those eyes . . ." Sara sighed and placed the roses in the water. She sighed and headed into her room, slipping off her shoes. Then she looked up at a picture on her bookshelf and it snapped her from her daze. "No . . . I can't fall in love! Its happened once before . . . and I don't want that to happen again!" Sara yelled, then stared at the picture. She turned it face down and walked into her room.
Sara began to pick up the glass that was scattered amongst the house; her father came home and crashed everything. Her father is out once again with friends. Sara grunted and then headed into the kitchen. She sighed seeing her father threw the roses against the wall. She slowly lowered to her knees and began to pick up each rose and the glass shards. Ding-dong! Her doorbell rang. Sara sighed. "Come in!" Sara yelled. She could hear the door opened then close. "I'm in the kitchen!" Sara echoed throwing the roses and vase in the bag next to her. "Your father again?" Yusuke asked, clearing out a space on her counter to sit on. Sara nodded. Yusuke sighed. "Looks like a Tornado went through here . . . Its getting worse . . . I wonder if I could some how kill ya to get your father to realize how much he loves you then bring ya back . . ." Yusuke mumbled. "Urameshi!" Sara snapped. "Never mind!" Yusuke defended. Sara growled and continued to pick up the glass. "He was pissed . . . somehow he found out I went out on a Date . . . I almost got beaten last night . . . just lucky he was drunk enough that I could get away . . ." Sara whispered. Yusuke stared. "Did he hit you at all?" Yusuke asked. Sara shook her head. Yusuke sighed and looked at her. "Ever think of moving out?" Yusuke asked. Sara sighed. "I can't . . . Dad would just track me down then kill me . . . I have to stay here," Sara whispered. She felt trapped, and she couldn't escape. She sighed and began to throw the stuff in the counter into the garbage bag. Then her doorbell rang again. "Yusuke can you get that?" Sara requested. Yusuke grunted and walked over to her door. He opened it. "Kurama?" Yusuke asked. He nodded slightly. "Is Sara home?" Kurama asked. "Yeah she is . . . Follow me . . ." Yusuke said walking through the half clean living room. Kurama looked around, the room was on the verge of clean, but there were places on the wall that didn't look right. "Sara! Kurama's Here!" Yusuke announced as he walked into the kitchen. Sara glanced up to the pink haired male as he entered. He then was sent into shock, her kitchen was a disaster. "What happened?" Kurama asked. "My father . . ." Sara sighed. She continued to pick up the glass. Sara then yelled and grasped her wrist. She quickly walked over to rinse off her hand, both Yusuke and Kurama could see her hand turning red. "What's wrong?!" Kurama asked worriedly. Sara grunted and pulled the large sliver of glass from the cut. "I'm fine . . . just got cut . . ." Sara said then pulled some paper towels from the roll to push on her hand. Kurama placed the fresh bouquet of roses onto the counter. "Do you want some help cleaning?" Kurama asked, looking at the mess. "No I can do it . . ." Sara answered. Both detectives couldn't help but want to help her, but she was stubborn.