Title: Dancing Shadows
Rating: PG or PG-13 (for swearing)
Summary: All about Kurama. Plain and simple.
Disclaimer: Oh gosh. This is one of the hardest parts of the entire fic....so I won't say it. ^_^ Anybody who wants to lose their sanity go right ahead and sue me. I need the exercise. )=D - Go on...I double dog dare you to.
Author's notes: Yippee! I'm finally able to do a Kurama fic. Lately I've been seeing so much Hiei-based fic that I began to slowly, very slowly, realize that there isn't enough Kurama stories out there. Don't get me wrong but Hiei stories are getting a bit annoying. What ever happened to that cute bishonen with red hair and green eyes? Do keep in mind that I'm doing this based entirely on -blank- and have no idea for a plot whatsoever. In other words, I'm doing this as I go.
P.S. Uhhhh...MAJOR spoilers up ahead. Better bring a helmet.
P.S.S Yes, I have a Hiei story. Pretty obvious title so check it out.
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Shuichi Minamino sat on a thick branch of a large cherry tree bursting with the beautiful blossoms of the season. His little hands brushed the petals and even plucked a few to examine them even closer. Below him was a pretty yet modest garden of flowers that Shiori had planted just a few months before. Each unique blend of hues and shades meshed with each other to created the illusion of the promise of a perfect world outside of these walls.
"Shuichi! Shuichi!" echoed a voice from the back porch," What are you doing up there? Please come down before you hurt yourself!". Shiori wore a worried expression on her young face. Wrinkles had already began to appear though it wasn't from age that had withered her.
The young nine year old had an superior look in his eyes as he lazily gazed upon his 'mother'. His hands unfolded and released a stream of pink petals that picked up in the wind and drifted away. "Yes, ma'm," he answered her as he climbed down into her outreached arms. He hated being called that name but there was only a few more weeks left until he could finally become his true self once more: Youko Kurama, the greatest thief of Makai and feared fox-demon.
The woman looked disappointed. As her little boy cushioned himself in her arms, she pleaded to him gently," Shuichi, can you call me mother just once?" He didn't answer but looked at her coldly and slowly pushed himself out of her grip and walked towards the house. Looking back, he observed a look of hurt on the woman's face. A slight streak of guilt appeared but it vanished just as quickly.
Inside, he headed towards the kitchen and sat on an oak chair in front of the dining table. He grabbed his science books and indulged himself in its contents. A few moments passed before footsteps were heard softly thumping on the polished wood floors and stopped near the sink. He looked up at Shiori and saw that she had her head bended down to the dishes. Her hands softly glided through the bubbles on a white china plate. Small tears rolled down her cheeks and dropped to the soapy waters beneath.
He went back to his biology book but a pushy emotion started to ebb at him piece by piece. Kurama knew that the woman had become extremely emotional, especially after the death of his father only two years ago. He should have known better then to cause her more grief. Human emotions are always so complicated but oftentimes, he had experience many of these though he tried his best not to let it get in the way of his greater goal. This woman had fed and took care of him and the knowledge he had obtained from the human schools would definitely come in useful. Maybe, for the last few weeks, he should make an attempt to thank the woman.
Just to ease his conscience which he had unwillingly obtained over the years recovering as a human.
Sighing, he reached for another book with more pictures and less words and walked to her. Pulling on her flowered apron, he asked her politely, "May you read this to me?"
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Kurama was found himself enticed by how happy he had made Shiori over the next few weeks. It was the little things that always seemed to give the greatest effect. She had always offered a helping hand but Kurama had always refused it, finding it less complicated if he did it himself. For the first time, he asked for help on his homework assigned to him by the school. His feelings of guilt vanished but he continued. It felt right and the woman had indeed showed more or less 'life' in her eyes at times. But there were fewer moments when she would stare into space and silently cry to herself about the death of her husband or the insecurity of being a good mother.
Kurama had never noticed how much affection the woman had shown him over the years that he had taken for granted. Indeed, he thought it was natural for a human to have the instinct to look after their offspring. What was different was some of the things she did seemed a little unnecessary and meant only for his welfare, something he didn't understand until now. Still, there were things he wanted to do himself, no matter how much Shiori wouldn't allow, like going out at night because of his natural instincts as a fox demon.
As time passed, he found himself wondering about her health after he left. It was only a few more days and he knew it would devastate the human. She was seeing another man. He owned a small grocery shop near his home and reminded him of the other man. Maybe they would have another offspring together. Yes, that would work well. It would take her mind off what is to be.
One day, he climbed back to the same cherry tree. Most of the blossoms have fallen and covered the base with a lovely carpet of soft pink with clusters still remaining on the top branches. Confident on his abilities, Kurama stood on an especially thick lower branch and reached for the upper blossoms. They were so beautiful. 'Darn these small hands,' he thought as his fingers barely brushed the petals. He leaned against the main trunk and stood on the tip of his toes. 'Almost...'
Then suddenly, a lone burst of wind past from the side of him. The tree shook and, with it, the balance of the little redhead. His hands instinctively grasped the nearest thing which was a bare thin branch. Looking down, Kurama noticed that his fragile child body would be severely injured, especially when he had landed on his head. "Shuichi!" Shiori cried from the porch and immediately dropped her flowered tea cup and ran to his assistance. As the twig in his hand cracked, he felt himself being pulled down to the hard ground beneath and closed his eyes, waiting for the upcoming impact.
But it never came. For a few more seconds, he waited for it but he did feel himself landing on something soft. Opening his brilliant green eyes, he saw Shiori looking down on him. Small round tears fell from her half shut eyes, rolled off her cheek, and landed on his chest. He was nestled in her arms with both of them on the ground. After a few more shocked moments ticked by, Shiori stopped crying and pulled her son closer. "Why don't you ever listen to me, Shuichi? I told you not to do that." Though her voice remained calm, Kurama sensed that she was still crying.
He gently pushed himself away and looked at her. He was right. In a swift motion, he glided his hand across her cheek and wiped away the remaining tears. The woman had saved his life. Who knows what could have happened as a result of that fall. His heart was filled of appreciation for her. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he replied, truly meaning it. His arms hugged her neck and crossed tightly behind the back. "I'm really sorry."
Shiori tense melted away as the fear chipped apart. 'That's the first time he called me Mommy," she noted with mild surprise. Smiling, she shakily stood up with the little boy still in her arms. "That's okay. After I clean up a little, how about some lunch?"
Kurama nodded into her shoulder. He owed this woman his life, even after years of causing her to feel inferior towards him as a mother. She didn't deserve to be left all by herself. Besides, he did notice her getting a little weaker in her health. The very least he could do was to make sure she'll be taken care of until she gets stronger.
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Oi, I really should finish my stories before starting a new one. For the record, I have no idea where I'm going with this story. Wishin' for a dream tonight. Hope that it isn't my usual toilet-chasing-me one either. That'll make a pretty weird fanfic for Kurama.
Please-you know what? Screw the politness. Its 3 o' clock so excuse the rudeness. Press the freakin' purple button. There I said it!
Rating: PG or PG-13 (for swearing)
Summary: All about Kurama. Plain and simple.
Disclaimer: Oh gosh. This is one of the hardest parts of the entire fic....so I won't say it. ^_^ Anybody who wants to lose their sanity go right ahead and sue me. I need the exercise. )=D - Go on...I double dog dare you to.
Author's notes: Yippee! I'm finally able to do a Kurama fic. Lately I've been seeing so much Hiei-based fic that I began to slowly, very slowly, realize that there isn't enough Kurama stories out there. Don't get me wrong but Hiei stories are getting a bit annoying. What ever happened to that cute bishonen with red hair and green eyes? Do keep in mind that I'm doing this based entirely on -blank- and have no idea for a plot whatsoever. In other words, I'm doing this as I go.
P.S. Uhhhh...MAJOR spoilers up ahead. Better bring a helmet.
P.S.S Yes, I have a Hiei story. Pretty obvious title so check it out.
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Shuichi Minamino sat on a thick branch of a large cherry tree bursting with the beautiful blossoms of the season. His little hands brushed the petals and even plucked a few to examine them even closer. Below him was a pretty yet modest garden of flowers that Shiori had planted just a few months before. Each unique blend of hues and shades meshed with each other to created the illusion of the promise of a perfect world outside of these walls.
"Shuichi! Shuichi!" echoed a voice from the back porch," What are you doing up there? Please come down before you hurt yourself!". Shiori wore a worried expression on her young face. Wrinkles had already began to appear though it wasn't from age that had withered her.
The young nine year old had an superior look in his eyes as he lazily gazed upon his 'mother'. His hands unfolded and released a stream of pink petals that picked up in the wind and drifted away. "Yes, ma'm," he answered her as he climbed down into her outreached arms. He hated being called that name but there was only a few more weeks left until he could finally become his true self once more: Youko Kurama, the greatest thief of Makai and feared fox-demon.
The woman looked disappointed. As her little boy cushioned himself in her arms, she pleaded to him gently," Shuichi, can you call me mother just once?" He didn't answer but looked at her coldly and slowly pushed himself out of her grip and walked towards the house. Looking back, he observed a look of hurt on the woman's face. A slight streak of guilt appeared but it vanished just as quickly.
Inside, he headed towards the kitchen and sat on an oak chair in front of the dining table. He grabbed his science books and indulged himself in its contents. A few moments passed before footsteps were heard softly thumping on the polished wood floors and stopped near the sink. He looked up at Shiori and saw that she had her head bended down to the dishes. Her hands softly glided through the bubbles on a white china plate. Small tears rolled down her cheeks and dropped to the soapy waters beneath.
He went back to his biology book but a pushy emotion started to ebb at him piece by piece. Kurama knew that the woman had become extremely emotional, especially after the death of his father only two years ago. He should have known better then to cause her more grief. Human emotions are always so complicated but oftentimes, he had experience many of these though he tried his best not to let it get in the way of his greater goal. This woman had fed and took care of him and the knowledge he had obtained from the human schools would definitely come in useful. Maybe, for the last few weeks, he should make an attempt to thank the woman.
Just to ease his conscience which he had unwillingly obtained over the years recovering as a human.
Sighing, he reached for another book with more pictures and less words and walked to her. Pulling on her flowered apron, he asked her politely, "May you read this to me?"
____________________________________________________________________________ __________
Kurama was found himself enticed by how happy he had made Shiori over the next few weeks. It was the little things that always seemed to give the greatest effect. She had always offered a helping hand but Kurama had always refused it, finding it less complicated if he did it himself. For the first time, he asked for help on his homework assigned to him by the school. His feelings of guilt vanished but he continued. It felt right and the woman had indeed showed more or less 'life' in her eyes at times. But there were fewer moments when she would stare into space and silently cry to herself about the death of her husband or the insecurity of being a good mother.
Kurama had never noticed how much affection the woman had shown him over the years that he had taken for granted. Indeed, he thought it was natural for a human to have the instinct to look after their offspring. What was different was some of the things she did seemed a little unnecessary and meant only for his welfare, something he didn't understand until now. Still, there were things he wanted to do himself, no matter how much Shiori wouldn't allow, like going out at night because of his natural instincts as a fox demon.
As time passed, he found himself wondering about her health after he left. It was only a few more days and he knew it would devastate the human. She was seeing another man. He owned a small grocery shop near his home and reminded him of the other man. Maybe they would have another offspring together. Yes, that would work well. It would take her mind off what is to be.
One day, he climbed back to the same cherry tree. Most of the blossoms have fallen and covered the base with a lovely carpet of soft pink with clusters still remaining on the top branches. Confident on his abilities, Kurama stood on an especially thick lower branch and reached for the upper blossoms. They were so beautiful. 'Darn these small hands,' he thought as his fingers barely brushed the petals. He leaned against the main trunk and stood on the tip of his toes. 'Almost...'
Then suddenly, a lone burst of wind past from the side of him. The tree shook and, with it, the balance of the little redhead. His hands instinctively grasped the nearest thing which was a bare thin branch. Looking down, Kurama noticed that his fragile child body would be severely injured, especially when he had landed on his head. "Shuichi!" Shiori cried from the porch and immediately dropped her flowered tea cup and ran to his assistance. As the twig in his hand cracked, he felt himself being pulled down to the hard ground beneath and closed his eyes, waiting for the upcoming impact.
But it never came. For a few more seconds, he waited for it but he did feel himself landing on something soft. Opening his brilliant green eyes, he saw Shiori looking down on him. Small round tears fell from her half shut eyes, rolled off her cheek, and landed on his chest. He was nestled in her arms with both of them on the ground. After a few more shocked moments ticked by, Shiori stopped crying and pulled her son closer. "Why don't you ever listen to me, Shuichi? I told you not to do that." Though her voice remained calm, Kurama sensed that she was still crying.
He gently pushed himself away and looked at her. He was right. In a swift motion, he glided his hand across her cheek and wiped away the remaining tears. The woman had saved his life. Who knows what could have happened as a result of that fall. His heart was filled of appreciation for her. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he replied, truly meaning it. His arms hugged her neck and crossed tightly behind the back. "I'm really sorry."
Shiori tense melted away as the fear chipped apart. 'That's the first time he called me Mommy," she noted with mild surprise. Smiling, she shakily stood up with the little boy still in her arms. "That's okay. After I clean up a little, how about some lunch?"
Kurama nodded into her shoulder. He owed this woman his life, even after years of causing her to feel inferior towards him as a mother. She didn't deserve to be left all by herself. Besides, he did notice her getting a little weaker in her health. The very least he could do was to make sure she'll be taken care of until she gets stronger.
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Oi, I really should finish my stories before starting a new one. For the record, I have no idea where I'm going with this story. Wishin' for a dream tonight. Hope that it isn't my usual toilet-chasing-me one either. That'll make a pretty weird fanfic for Kurama.
Please-you know what? Screw the politness. Its 3 o' clock so excuse the rudeness. Press the freakin' purple button. There I said it!
