Disclaimer: Roses are red violets are blue. I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, so
you no sue!
Heh heh heh *evil crackle* I had inspiration. I figured out a way to make it work with out inserting OC's. Heh heh ehe. )
I have submitted this fan fiction to Morgan D (Solitude of a Falling Star), and got accepted. She pointed out to me that I am using the wrong name spelling for Shuuichi, so I am starting to spell Kuramas step brothers name that way, starting this chapter, in till I see how she spells Kuramas human name *sweat drop*.
Chapter Nine Fallen
"Regain consciousness, Shuuichi, it is in your best benefit." Shuuichi heard the kitsunes voice float back over to him.
"Do I have any choice?" Shuuichi yelled in the direction the kitsune headed in.
The kitsune emerged from the jungle looking highly annoyed, "There is no use yelling back and forth." He stated emotionlessly, "Yes, you do have two choices, stay and get killed, or leave and enjoy your life to the fullest."
"You mean I can't stay longer, and just think over things? Like how you remind me about my stepbrother? And this little voice in the back of my head telling me that you are a part of my stepbrother?"
The kitsunes eyes narrowed dangerously, "I am just a projection from your imagination, this is just a dream. Leave now or get killed, I am not afraid to kill any one, or any thing."
"One quick question, how would that work? You said this is just a dream?"
The kitsune sighed tiredly, "Your body is un-conscious, you, in your dream, are conscious. If I were to kill you, I would set your soul free."
". Oh. One more question?"
"No."
"Why not? I was just wondering how old you really are?"
The kitsunes eyes flashed dangerously, "This is just your dream, I am however old you make me out to be."
".Oh. Good bye, and thank you."
"Good choice."
~§~
"He came back!" Kuwabara proclaimed joylessly when he saw Shuuichi.
Shuuichi groaned and tested all of his limbs, "My head hurts."
Kurama laughed softy, "You will be alright, it is just a little bump now."
Shuuichi tried to sit up, but Kurama reprimanded him, "Just lie down, your equilibrium might be off from getting bumped on the head."
Shuuichi nodded and laid back down slowly. His eyes scanned his room that was lit only from the window that was now open, "What bumped me on the head?"
"You don't need to worry about that, and try to take deep breaths." Kurama instructed as he sprinkled fine white powder that was made from the small flower Yusuke and Kuwabara had gotten him, over Shuuichi nose.
"Why? What is that!?" Shuuichi panicked.
"I am sorry, but I have no other choice." Kurama admitted calmly.
"Should we leave the room? Will it affect us?" Yusuke asked as Kuwabara pulled his shirt over his nose.
Kurama laughed softly at the sight, "Don't worry, you both will be fine."
~§~
"Boys? Is every thing alright?" Shiori asked knocking on the door, then opening it a second later, giving Kurama enough time to send a look to Yusuke and Kuwabara that read, 'let me handle things', and ample enough time for Hiei to exit the room through the window.
"Yes, we were just about to leave because he stated he was tired."
"Oh? Shuuichi, would you like anything?" Shiori asked, and then waited a couple of seconds for him to respond.
"He is fast asleep, mother." Kurama stated as he looked at his dozing stepbrother.
~§~
Later on that day, Yusuke and Kuwabara left Kurama's house so he could work on his report in peace. It was a wonderful day out side that was unspoiled by any over-passing fluffy white clouds, or a rough cold wind. The weather was picturesque, as if it was a piece of heaven. Kurama looked longingly out of his window, wishing that he could go out to the park and take a walk. But he knew that his mother would not allow it, insisting that he get the rough draft finished.
He sighed and took his deep green eyes off of the open window and then focused them back on the computer screen, and started to type in a Microsoft Word Document where he already had eight pages typed.
Then the paper clip Microsoft Office Document helper started tapping on the screen with a yellow light bulb over his head. Kurama's eyebrows knitted in annoyance as he right clicked the so-called 'helper' and then clicked 'hide'. He breathed a sigh of relief when the paper clip was gone, and then focused back on his schoolwork.
After a half hour of typing his report, his brain seemed to recall something Yomi had told him a couple of days ago, "Then why don't you just kill him your self?"
Kurama stopped typing and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He then leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, 'Strange how quotes can surface randomly in your head.' He thought detachedly, 'Ah well, need to get back to work.'
~§~
The sun started to set, casting almost all of the colors of a painter's pallet into the sky. A soft, caressing spring breeze set in, smoothing out blades of grass and leafs on trees.
Kurama was leaning on a red bricked wall that surrounded the inner city park, his eyes distant and looking out over the large park where couples sat underneath giant sakura trees on a blanket, laughing.
He heard children laughing as they ran across the grass. Oh, how great it would to be innocent like a child, thinking that they understood certain topics, when they still had that haze lying over their eyes. Darkness lurked in children's lives, unheeded, waiting for the right moment to leap on them, taking down their innocent world.
Then a blue, pink and yellow star printed ball bounced up to where Kurama was standing. Kurama smiled and picked up the ball when he saw a young girl, not much older then five, coming over to retrieve the ball.
Kurama meet her half way and handed him the ball. She smiled the smile that was well known for young girls, "Thanks." She said with a little whistle that came from a gap that was in her smile.
"Your welcome." Kurama answered, smiling the smile that children seemed to get out of him.
Kurama then walked over to a near by wooden bench that was empty, sat down took a deep sigh, filling his lungs with the warm spring breeze. His eyes started to follow the young teenagers that were playing basketball. He then envisioned himself playing, and then he chuckled lightly at the thought.
Kurama then let his eyes grow misty again, detaching himself from reality once more with ease.
~
Flashing red lights and squealing sirens ripped through the streets as cars quickly moved over to make room for a police car and ambulance.
Kurama's eyes blinked quickly when he heard the sirens. His mind raced as he panicked about the thought that whipped into his mind, his brother. Kurama ran out of the park with people looking after him, but he did not care. He kept on running, gracefully dodging people, in till he finally reached his house.
He opened the door quickly, and his green eyes landed upon his parents watching the news. Kurama sighed in relief when he saw his parents watching the news.
Shiori looked up at Kurama, "What happened?"
"I saw an ambulance, and I feared that-"
Hatakana shushed the mother and son when breaking news flashed onto the TV screen. Kurama walked over to the couch where his parents were sitting, and sat down inbetween his mother and stepfather.
"We have breaking news at this hour. A teenaged girl named Mayaa Hamacho committed suicide this evening. Authorities state that she was having an emotional breakdown at the time. In the other news." The black haired TV newswomen stated.
Kurama's mouth gaped open as he just stared at the screen. Shiori bowed her head and put her hand on Kurama's shoulder.
"I am guessing you knew her?" Hatakana asked.
". Yes, I did. She moved away a while back." Kurama answered softly.
~Flash Back~
"The pollen of forgetfulness?" Hiei asked.
"Yes, it will give her amnesia." A younger Kurama answered.
~Back to current time~
"This is horrible!" Shiori finally stated sadly with tears in her eyes, thus breaking the uneasy silence that had settled in the living room.
'It seems that every thing that could go wrong in my life, has.' Kurama thought darkly as he dropped his head. Shiori tried to look at Kuramas eyes, which were curtained over with his red bangs.
Shiori had learned a long time ago, that if she wanted to know how her son was feeling, and he was hiding it from her, she was to look into his eyes. But, when she discovered this, she did not know at that time that he could even shield his eyes to her, and thus, closing up his soul.
Both Hatakans eyes moved over to his stepson, whom he loved so much, and hated when his stepson was in any type of pain, "Is there anything that we can do for you?" Hatakana asked, speaking for his wife.
"I will be alright, I just need some time to my self." Kurama assured his parents, stood up, and left the room.
When Shiori bent over to see out of the hall to make sure her son was out of hearing range, "Do you believe he will be alright?" She asked her husband.
"I am not sure. One minute you think you know him, the next moment, you don't."
"I know, I know. Well, I am going to go up stairs and check on Shuuichi and see how he is doing on his IV."
"I believe I am going to go start dinner then." Hatakana stated.
~§~
Kurama was sitting up, high in an oak tree that was beside his room window. He was idly playing with a vine that was climbing up the tree. He made it grow into various shapes as he thought over what might have happened if he did not give Mayaa amnesia all those years ago.
'Maybe. Maybe there were other, un-paved forks in the road. But now, no one can find out what they were.' Kurama's attention was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard a tree branch snap back up, as if some one was on it.
"Yes?" Kurama asked out load, "What is it, Hiei?"
"Koenma wishes to see you." He said as he landed in front of Kurama, making the thick branch bend.
"In the middle of the day?" Kurama asked.
"He wishes to see you now, he gave me no further information."
Kurama nodded his head and motioned for Hiei to move, "I am going to go inside to tell Mother that I am leaving. Tell Koenma I will be there soon."
"Hn." Hiei answered and then with a black flicker, he was gone.
~§~
As soon as Kurama stepped out of his door, his mom ran up to him with tears in her eyes, "Oh, Shuuichi!!! It is horrible!!!"
"What? What happened?" Kurama asked with his eyes looking troubled.
"Your brother, he can't remember any thing that happened the past few weeks!!! We are taking him to the hospital right now."
Kurama did not know what to say, he was the cause of it, and a pacifier sucking, tall blue hat wearing bad tempered toddler wanted to see him. Kurama did not say any thing for a few seconds, and then he finally responded, "Can I meet you at the hospital? I need to get something at school for my project."
"Oh, yes, of course you may. Your father and I will be off now." Shiori said and then gave her son a kiss on the cheek, then dashed off.
Kurama stood there motionless for a few seconds, looking at the empty space his mother use to be standing at, 'This is all caused by me. The pains I caused her in my early years in the body of a human, and now this. Caused by me.'
I am so sorry, but I am going to have to end this chapter here. If it stunk, please don't tell me because even I believe it stunk. My life is basically living hell right now with the people I assumed to be my friends, so I have been out biking and walking a lot, thinking. I have had slim to non-existent time to work on this due to schoolwork and thinking in my own little comforting world. I don't know when I can get out the next chapter.
Please review, and don't flame me.
Heh heh heh *evil crackle* I had inspiration. I figured out a way to make it work with out inserting OC's. Heh heh ehe. )
I have submitted this fan fiction to Morgan D (Solitude of a Falling Star), and got accepted. She pointed out to me that I am using the wrong name spelling for Shuuichi, so I am starting to spell Kuramas step brothers name that way, starting this chapter, in till I see how she spells Kuramas human name *sweat drop*.
Chapter Nine Fallen
"Regain consciousness, Shuuichi, it is in your best benefit." Shuuichi heard the kitsunes voice float back over to him.
"Do I have any choice?" Shuuichi yelled in the direction the kitsune headed in.
The kitsune emerged from the jungle looking highly annoyed, "There is no use yelling back and forth." He stated emotionlessly, "Yes, you do have two choices, stay and get killed, or leave and enjoy your life to the fullest."
"You mean I can't stay longer, and just think over things? Like how you remind me about my stepbrother? And this little voice in the back of my head telling me that you are a part of my stepbrother?"
The kitsunes eyes narrowed dangerously, "I am just a projection from your imagination, this is just a dream. Leave now or get killed, I am not afraid to kill any one, or any thing."
"One quick question, how would that work? You said this is just a dream?"
The kitsune sighed tiredly, "Your body is un-conscious, you, in your dream, are conscious. If I were to kill you, I would set your soul free."
". Oh. One more question?"
"No."
"Why not? I was just wondering how old you really are?"
The kitsunes eyes flashed dangerously, "This is just your dream, I am however old you make me out to be."
".Oh. Good bye, and thank you."
"Good choice."
~§~
"He came back!" Kuwabara proclaimed joylessly when he saw Shuuichi.
Shuuichi groaned and tested all of his limbs, "My head hurts."
Kurama laughed softy, "You will be alright, it is just a little bump now."
Shuuichi tried to sit up, but Kurama reprimanded him, "Just lie down, your equilibrium might be off from getting bumped on the head."
Shuuichi nodded and laid back down slowly. His eyes scanned his room that was lit only from the window that was now open, "What bumped me on the head?"
"You don't need to worry about that, and try to take deep breaths." Kurama instructed as he sprinkled fine white powder that was made from the small flower Yusuke and Kuwabara had gotten him, over Shuuichi nose.
"Why? What is that!?" Shuuichi panicked.
"I am sorry, but I have no other choice." Kurama admitted calmly.
"Should we leave the room? Will it affect us?" Yusuke asked as Kuwabara pulled his shirt over his nose.
Kurama laughed softly at the sight, "Don't worry, you both will be fine."
~§~
"Boys? Is every thing alright?" Shiori asked knocking on the door, then opening it a second later, giving Kurama enough time to send a look to Yusuke and Kuwabara that read, 'let me handle things', and ample enough time for Hiei to exit the room through the window.
"Yes, we were just about to leave because he stated he was tired."
"Oh? Shuuichi, would you like anything?" Shiori asked, and then waited a couple of seconds for him to respond.
"He is fast asleep, mother." Kurama stated as he looked at his dozing stepbrother.
~§~
Later on that day, Yusuke and Kuwabara left Kurama's house so he could work on his report in peace. It was a wonderful day out side that was unspoiled by any over-passing fluffy white clouds, or a rough cold wind. The weather was picturesque, as if it was a piece of heaven. Kurama looked longingly out of his window, wishing that he could go out to the park and take a walk. But he knew that his mother would not allow it, insisting that he get the rough draft finished.
He sighed and took his deep green eyes off of the open window and then focused them back on the computer screen, and started to type in a Microsoft Word Document where he already had eight pages typed.
Then the paper clip Microsoft Office Document helper started tapping on the screen with a yellow light bulb over his head. Kurama's eyebrows knitted in annoyance as he right clicked the so-called 'helper' and then clicked 'hide'. He breathed a sigh of relief when the paper clip was gone, and then focused back on his schoolwork.
After a half hour of typing his report, his brain seemed to recall something Yomi had told him a couple of days ago, "Then why don't you just kill him your self?"
Kurama stopped typing and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He then leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, 'Strange how quotes can surface randomly in your head.' He thought detachedly, 'Ah well, need to get back to work.'
~§~
The sun started to set, casting almost all of the colors of a painter's pallet into the sky. A soft, caressing spring breeze set in, smoothing out blades of grass and leafs on trees.
Kurama was leaning on a red bricked wall that surrounded the inner city park, his eyes distant and looking out over the large park where couples sat underneath giant sakura trees on a blanket, laughing.
He heard children laughing as they ran across the grass. Oh, how great it would to be innocent like a child, thinking that they understood certain topics, when they still had that haze lying over their eyes. Darkness lurked in children's lives, unheeded, waiting for the right moment to leap on them, taking down their innocent world.
Then a blue, pink and yellow star printed ball bounced up to where Kurama was standing. Kurama smiled and picked up the ball when he saw a young girl, not much older then five, coming over to retrieve the ball.
Kurama meet her half way and handed him the ball. She smiled the smile that was well known for young girls, "Thanks." She said with a little whistle that came from a gap that was in her smile.
"Your welcome." Kurama answered, smiling the smile that children seemed to get out of him.
Kurama then walked over to a near by wooden bench that was empty, sat down took a deep sigh, filling his lungs with the warm spring breeze. His eyes started to follow the young teenagers that were playing basketball. He then envisioned himself playing, and then he chuckled lightly at the thought.
Kurama then let his eyes grow misty again, detaching himself from reality once more with ease.
~
Flashing red lights and squealing sirens ripped through the streets as cars quickly moved over to make room for a police car and ambulance.
Kurama's eyes blinked quickly when he heard the sirens. His mind raced as he panicked about the thought that whipped into his mind, his brother. Kurama ran out of the park with people looking after him, but he did not care. He kept on running, gracefully dodging people, in till he finally reached his house.
He opened the door quickly, and his green eyes landed upon his parents watching the news. Kurama sighed in relief when he saw his parents watching the news.
Shiori looked up at Kurama, "What happened?"
"I saw an ambulance, and I feared that-"
Hatakana shushed the mother and son when breaking news flashed onto the TV screen. Kurama walked over to the couch where his parents were sitting, and sat down inbetween his mother and stepfather.
"We have breaking news at this hour. A teenaged girl named Mayaa Hamacho committed suicide this evening. Authorities state that she was having an emotional breakdown at the time. In the other news." The black haired TV newswomen stated.
Kurama's mouth gaped open as he just stared at the screen. Shiori bowed her head and put her hand on Kurama's shoulder.
"I am guessing you knew her?" Hatakana asked.
". Yes, I did. She moved away a while back." Kurama answered softly.
~Flash Back~
"The pollen of forgetfulness?" Hiei asked.
"Yes, it will give her amnesia." A younger Kurama answered.
~Back to current time~
"This is horrible!" Shiori finally stated sadly with tears in her eyes, thus breaking the uneasy silence that had settled in the living room.
'It seems that every thing that could go wrong in my life, has.' Kurama thought darkly as he dropped his head. Shiori tried to look at Kuramas eyes, which were curtained over with his red bangs.
Shiori had learned a long time ago, that if she wanted to know how her son was feeling, and he was hiding it from her, she was to look into his eyes. But, when she discovered this, she did not know at that time that he could even shield his eyes to her, and thus, closing up his soul.
Both Hatakans eyes moved over to his stepson, whom he loved so much, and hated when his stepson was in any type of pain, "Is there anything that we can do for you?" Hatakana asked, speaking for his wife.
"I will be alright, I just need some time to my self." Kurama assured his parents, stood up, and left the room.
When Shiori bent over to see out of the hall to make sure her son was out of hearing range, "Do you believe he will be alright?" She asked her husband.
"I am not sure. One minute you think you know him, the next moment, you don't."
"I know, I know. Well, I am going to go up stairs and check on Shuuichi and see how he is doing on his IV."
"I believe I am going to go start dinner then." Hatakana stated.
~§~
Kurama was sitting up, high in an oak tree that was beside his room window. He was idly playing with a vine that was climbing up the tree. He made it grow into various shapes as he thought over what might have happened if he did not give Mayaa amnesia all those years ago.
'Maybe. Maybe there were other, un-paved forks in the road. But now, no one can find out what they were.' Kurama's attention was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard a tree branch snap back up, as if some one was on it.
"Yes?" Kurama asked out load, "What is it, Hiei?"
"Koenma wishes to see you." He said as he landed in front of Kurama, making the thick branch bend.
"In the middle of the day?" Kurama asked.
"He wishes to see you now, he gave me no further information."
Kurama nodded his head and motioned for Hiei to move, "I am going to go inside to tell Mother that I am leaving. Tell Koenma I will be there soon."
"Hn." Hiei answered and then with a black flicker, he was gone.
~§~
As soon as Kurama stepped out of his door, his mom ran up to him with tears in her eyes, "Oh, Shuuichi!!! It is horrible!!!"
"What? What happened?" Kurama asked with his eyes looking troubled.
"Your brother, he can't remember any thing that happened the past few weeks!!! We are taking him to the hospital right now."
Kurama did not know what to say, he was the cause of it, and a pacifier sucking, tall blue hat wearing bad tempered toddler wanted to see him. Kurama did not say any thing for a few seconds, and then he finally responded, "Can I meet you at the hospital? I need to get something at school for my project."
"Oh, yes, of course you may. Your father and I will be off now." Shiori said and then gave her son a kiss on the cheek, then dashed off.
Kurama stood there motionless for a few seconds, looking at the empty space his mother use to be standing at, 'This is all caused by me. The pains I caused her in my early years in the body of a human, and now this. Caused by me.'
I am so sorry, but I am going to have to end this chapter here. If it stunk, please don't tell me because even I believe it stunk. My life is basically living hell right now with the people I assumed to be my friends, so I have been out biking and walking a lot, thinking. I have had slim to non-existent time to work on this due to schoolwork and thinking in my own little comforting world. I don't know when I can get out the next chapter.
Please review, and don't flame me.