Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to .hack//SIGN music, and that would
come before I own Yu Yu Hakusho, okay? I am also taking some lines from A
Stray Child from .hack//SIGN, I don't own any of that either.
Yes, Mayaa is a Yu Yu Hakusho manga character. They never did mention her last name though, so I had to make up one. HAW HAW HAW!! I am managing with out any original characters I am doing it! I am so proud of my self!!!!!!!
Oh, I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I changed both of their names to the same spelling. I have had nagging e-mails sent to me about how that name is his spelling, and bla blab bla. I really don't care about how you spell either of their names; they will now be on spelt the same till I am proven wrong.
Chapter 10 Ghostly Hymns
"Yes, Koenma-sama?" Kurama asked coldly, he was getting tired of the toddler telling him what to do, and basically how to breath and where too.
Koenma narrowed his eyes as he measured Kurama, "I can see you are mad at me," Kuramas eyebrow arched, "and want me to go to hell." Kurama's face remained cold and unemotional.
Koenma continued, "I don't know what I can do for you though, you have been put in a horrible situation."
Oni turned around from his desk, "But Koenma-sama, this is Kuramas family we are talking about! He has done so much for you all these years." Oni complained.
"THERE IS NOTING I CAN DO THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!" Koenma screamed and waved his arms.
"Can't you break some of the rules though?" Oni asked.
"BUT THEN I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN FOR WEEKS ON END!!!!!!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MAD MY FATHER WOULD BE?!!?!?!?"
"Please calm down Koenma-sama, you have thrown Kurama and every one else into the pits of hell many times, and he has had his share of shedding his own blood many times..."
Koenma sighed, "we will see what we can do, okay. The reason why I called you here is to show you someone. Botan?" Koenma called.
Botan stepped into the doorway wearing her pink kimono and oar in hand, "Yes Koenma-sama?" She asked politely.
"Can you please go get her?"
"Yes, of course Koenma-sama." Botan stepped out of the doorway, hopped onto her oar, and flew off.
Kurama looked questioningly at Koenma. Koenma answered the look Kurama was giving him, "Some one has been wanting to see you."
"Oh?"
~§~
"This is very strange, we have never seen anything like this happen, ever." A white-jacketed doctor admitted plainly as held a clipboard in his right hand.
"What can you do? Do you know if he will ever recover his memory?" Hatakana asked as calmly as he could, but he could not hide the beads of sweat that covered his face.
"We are not sure. Like I have stated, the hospital staff and my self have never seen this occur before. We might have to ship him off to a specialist, and that could mean moving him to America."
Shiori and Hatakana's mouths both dropped open at that statement. Finally, Shiori asked, "What do you think the chances of that are?"
The doctor flipped through papers that were clipped to the clipboard, "Hmm. My self, I would say about a 45 percent chance."
"Will you first move him to other facilities in Japan before we have to go to America?" Hatakana asked anxiously.
"Yes, I want to explore all of our options before we have to move him to a different country to receive medical attention."
"What are the other things you can do here though?" Shiori asked.
"Run tests, sent him to a neurologist. There are many things. But my self, I do not think some of them will work, but it is worth giving it a try."
"Could he have had a allergic reaction to something?" Shiori asked.
"I think that is out of the question, because if you remember, we ran tests on him before on a small scale to see if he had an allergic reaction to any of the medications we were going to put him on. Now, if you don't mind, could you please go sit out in the hall, we need to run some tests on your son."
~§~
"M-Maya?" Kurama stuttered.
There was a long black haired girl standing in the doorway. She wore a midnight blue kimono with a deep purple slash. She seemed quite nervous because her feet were moving back and forth, "Shuuichi?" She asked quietly, and then her voice grew strength, "Shuuichi, is that you? I did not know that you died!" She ran across the room as Botan entered the doorway, and hugged Kurama.
Kurama's eyes grew wide then with his conflicting emotions, he put his hand on her shoulder, "No need to get upset."
"Oh, Shuuichi, I never forgot about you." (A/N: Don't worry, I am not going to have those two pair up, I would do that the day I. I. Eat live snails OK?)
Kurama looked up for some sort of help from either Koenma or Botan, and luckily, the two saw the look in his eyes. Botan could not help but to snigger quietly.
"Okay, Mayaa, you will now be at rest, I believe you have to go now." Koenma stated.
Maya removed her arms that were wrapped around Kurama, and preceded to sulk out of the room.
"Wait." Kurama called.
Maya's eyes grew wide as she turned around to face Kurama, "yes?"
"I would like to know. Why you killed yourself?"
"But don't you have to go home to your brother now?" Botan asked.
"Go. Home?" Mayaa asked.
"Botan?" Koenma asked with sticky, goopy sugary sweetness that made both Botan and Kurama cringe.
"Yes. Yes sir?" Botan asked with one of her cute sweat dropping faces.
"Do you wish to explain?"
"Eh heh heh, explain what?"
"What you just said of course." Koenma asked retaining the same tone of voice.
Maya was looking back and forth from ticked off Koenma and the sweat dropping ferry girl.
~§~
Shiori and Hatakana sat out in the white washed hall, waiting for the doctor and nurses finish testing their son.
"Can it get any worse?" Shiori voiced the thoughts that were plaguing her mind ever since she set foot in the hospital earlier that day. She sat back in the blue chair that was padded like any other regular hospital chair.
"It is said that things can get worse for every one in one way or another. But at this time, my self, I am not that sure." He took his wife's hand and squeezed it gently as he smiled sadly.
Shiori smiled at her husbands efforts to lighten her heart, but the smile was one of a person who regrets all the things that she could have done differently in the past, but did not because she did not know what would happen in the future.
"Do try to look on the bright side, no matter how dim it is, for me okay?" Hatakana asked.
"I will try." Shiori answered softly.
"Good." Hatakana said equally as softly as his wife spoke.
They sat in silence as the minute hand traveled lazily around the clock that was on the wall in front of them.
Finally, a grandmotherly looking nurse stepped out of the room and welcomed them with a warm smile, "You may come in now, but your son is very tired."
Shiori and Hatakana stood up and followed the gray haired nurse into the room, and stood next to their dozing sons bed and looked down at him.
~§~
'Its that voice again.' Shuuichi thought, 'It is singing to me.? What is with this voice?'
~If you are lost in your way deep in an awesome story.~
'Where is the voice coming from? Why is it singing?'
~Don't be in doubt and stray, cling to your lonesome folly~
'I remember that song now! Mother use to sing it to me when I was young, before. Before she died.'
~Now you're too close to the pain, let all the rain go further~
Shuuichi felt a warm, salty tear slide down his cheek as he remembered when he was very young, and his mother still alive. How she use to push him on the neighborhood swing set, teach him how to ride a bike, race him in the community pool.
~Come back and kiss me in vain~ Shuuichis late mother continued to sing in his mind, calming her sons nerves with her soothing tone of voice.
"Shuuichi?" A voice called on the edge of his consciousness, bringing him back to the present time. He groaned softly as he turned his head. Oh, how his neck ached!
"Mother? Father?" Shuuichi asked, "My mother was singing to me."
Hatakana's lips curved up into a warm smile, "She talks to me too."
Hatakana took his wife's hand in his hand, and squeezed her hand reassuringly.
She looked up at him, and smiled like a saddened little girl. Her heart was pained with her stepson's innocence and simple pleasures.
After a few seconds of silence, Shuuichi asked his parents, "What happened? Why are some things hazy?"
"We are not sure, honey." Shiori admitted sadly.
"Oh." Shuuichi responded as his eyes roamed about the room.
"How are you feeling?" Hatakana asked his son.
"Sick, tired, dizzy."
"I am sorry, but your visiting time is over," A long, raven haired, pale nurse interrupted, "We need to run more tests on him."
"Oh. Okay." Shiori said softly.
"What type of tests?" Hatakana asked.
"Memory tests, and we need to extract more blood."
Hatakana studied the raven-haired nurse, measuring her up and down as she walked over to his beloved son's bed, and took the IV tube off of the bag, and hocked it up on a syringe so she could extract blood. After a few more seconds he muttered, "Alright, I trust you." Then he and his wife walked out of the room.
~§~
"Would you mind telling me what made you commit suicide?" Kurama asked Maya as Botan and Koenma were arguing back and forth about all the mistakes Botan had made in the past and what she could have done differently.
"Well, I guess it goes all the away back to when my mother and I moved in with her boy friend. Later on, my mother married her boyfriend who I did not know very well to begin with.
After a while of living in his house, my stepfather and mother bought a house in a deep wooded area, where few rays of sunlight reached past the thick canopy of trees. It was my mothers dream home. Two stories with a basement, large windows to look out into the woods, light wooden floors, large back yard and patio. My stepfather liked it for the fact that there was not that much sunlight and it was in the woods. Since my mother was happy, therefore, my stepfather was happy.
There was a pond near by where I would sit and watch fish and think. I knew something was wrong, very wrong. But I could not pinpoint it." Maya sighed and looked up at Kurama who supplied, "Because every thing was too right?"
"Yes, that is it, things were so right, that every thing was wrong. After about a year living there, my stepfather started to act different. My mother claimed that she did not notice any thing that changed. But when I looked at his eyes, I could tell that he was wearing a mask all that time."
"And your mother did not believe you?" Kurama asked. By now, the commotion Botan and Koenma were causing died down, and they started listening.
"No, she did not believe me."
"What was the worst thing your stepfather did to you?" Botan asked.
Maya looked down at the floor with tears going down her cheeks. She was use to their feeling on her face, for when she was alone in her room, sitting in a corner with her knees drawn up to her chest, she wept. Maya hastily wiped the away with her right index finger, "He. He. He. raped me." (A/N: Thanks Blood Roses for helping me choose this)
The whole room went quiet, and then Botan spoke up cautiously, "How long ago was this? Maybe we can some how find a way to charge him?"
"Oh, about a few months ago. I think. It was when my mother was on a business trip to America."
"So, that is one of the reasons you committed suicide?" Kurama asked gently.
"Yes it was, I was afraid that I was pregnant with his child. My stepfather also started to do injections of some sort of drug, but my mom still did not believe me. I think it was because she did not want to believe that her husband that she loved so much was just using her. I might as well just tell the whole story?" Maya asked.
"I have to leave soon, but later on? I would like to hear it." Kurama answered.
"Then you can maybe tell me yours too?" Maya asked.
~§§~
Yes! I finally finished this chapter!!!!! Thanks for reading up this far!
******I need ideas if I am to continue the story on for many chapters!!!!!!!!!!***** So, if you want to see something happen, please e-mail or AIM me. Both of those are in my AIM profile
Please review!
Yes, Mayaa is a Yu Yu Hakusho manga character. They never did mention her last name though, so I had to make up one. HAW HAW HAW!! I am managing with out any original characters I am doing it! I am so proud of my self!!!!!!!
Oh, I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I changed both of their names to the same spelling. I have had nagging e-mails sent to me about how that name is his spelling, and bla blab bla. I really don't care about how you spell either of their names; they will now be on spelt the same till I am proven wrong.
Chapter 10 Ghostly Hymns
"Yes, Koenma-sama?" Kurama asked coldly, he was getting tired of the toddler telling him what to do, and basically how to breath and where too.
Koenma narrowed his eyes as he measured Kurama, "I can see you are mad at me," Kuramas eyebrow arched, "and want me to go to hell." Kurama's face remained cold and unemotional.
Koenma continued, "I don't know what I can do for you though, you have been put in a horrible situation."
Oni turned around from his desk, "But Koenma-sama, this is Kuramas family we are talking about! He has done so much for you all these years." Oni complained.
"THERE IS NOTING I CAN DO THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!" Koenma screamed and waved his arms.
"Can't you break some of the rules though?" Oni asked.
"BUT THEN I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN FOR WEEKS ON END!!!!!!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MAD MY FATHER WOULD BE?!!?!?!?"
"Please calm down Koenma-sama, you have thrown Kurama and every one else into the pits of hell many times, and he has had his share of shedding his own blood many times..."
Koenma sighed, "we will see what we can do, okay. The reason why I called you here is to show you someone. Botan?" Koenma called.
Botan stepped into the doorway wearing her pink kimono and oar in hand, "Yes Koenma-sama?" She asked politely.
"Can you please go get her?"
"Yes, of course Koenma-sama." Botan stepped out of the doorway, hopped onto her oar, and flew off.
Kurama looked questioningly at Koenma. Koenma answered the look Kurama was giving him, "Some one has been wanting to see you."
"Oh?"
~§~
"This is very strange, we have never seen anything like this happen, ever." A white-jacketed doctor admitted plainly as held a clipboard in his right hand.
"What can you do? Do you know if he will ever recover his memory?" Hatakana asked as calmly as he could, but he could not hide the beads of sweat that covered his face.
"We are not sure. Like I have stated, the hospital staff and my self have never seen this occur before. We might have to ship him off to a specialist, and that could mean moving him to America."
Shiori and Hatakana's mouths both dropped open at that statement. Finally, Shiori asked, "What do you think the chances of that are?"
The doctor flipped through papers that were clipped to the clipboard, "Hmm. My self, I would say about a 45 percent chance."
"Will you first move him to other facilities in Japan before we have to go to America?" Hatakana asked anxiously.
"Yes, I want to explore all of our options before we have to move him to a different country to receive medical attention."
"What are the other things you can do here though?" Shiori asked.
"Run tests, sent him to a neurologist. There are many things. But my self, I do not think some of them will work, but it is worth giving it a try."
"Could he have had a allergic reaction to something?" Shiori asked.
"I think that is out of the question, because if you remember, we ran tests on him before on a small scale to see if he had an allergic reaction to any of the medications we were going to put him on. Now, if you don't mind, could you please go sit out in the hall, we need to run some tests on your son."
~§~
"M-Maya?" Kurama stuttered.
There was a long black haired girl standing in the doorway. She wore a midnight blue kimono with a deep purple slash. She seemed quite nervous because her feet were moving back and forth, "Shuuichi?" She asked quietly, and then her voice grew strength, "Shuuichi, is that you? I did not know that you died!" She ran across the room as Botan entered the doorway, and hugged Kurama.
Kurama's eyes grew wide then with his conflicting emotions, he put his hand on her shoulder, "No need to get upset."
"Oh, Shuuichi, I never forgot about you." (A/N: Don't worry, I am not going to have those two pair up, I would do that the day I. I. Eat live snails OK?)
Kurama looked up for some sort of help from either Koenma or Botan, and luckily, the two saw the look in his eyes. Botan could not help but to snigger quietly.
"Okay, Mayaa, you will now be at rest, I believe you have to go now." Koenma stated.
Maya removed her arms that were wrapped around Kurama, and preceded to sulk out of the room.
"Wait." Kurama called.
Maya's eyes grew wide as she turned around to face Kurama, "yes?"
"I would like to know. Why you killed yourself?"
"But don't you have to go home to your brother now?" Botan asked.
"Go. Home?" Mayaa asked.
"Botan?" Koenma asked with sticky, goopy sugary sweetness that made both Botan and Kurama cringe.
"Yes. Yes sir?" Botan asked with one of her cute sweat dropping faces.
"Do you wish to explain?"
"Eh heh heh, explain what?"
"What you just said of course." Koenma asked retaining the same tone of voice.
Maya was looking back and forth from ticked off Koenma and the sweat dropping ferry girl.
~§~
Shiori and Hatakana sat out in the white washed hall, waiting for the doctor and nurses finish testing their son.
"Can it get any worse?" Shiori voiced the thoughts that were plaguing her mind ever since she set foot in the hospital earlier that day. She sat back in the blue chair that was padded like any other regular hospital chair.
"It is said that things can get worse for every one in one way or another. But at this time, my self, I am not that sure." He took his wife's hand and squeezed it gently as he smiled sadly.
Shiori smiled at her husbands efforts to lighten her heart, but the smile was one of a person who regrets all the things that she could have done differently in the past, but did not because she did not know what would happen in the future.
"Do try to look on the bright side, no matter how dim it is, for me okay?" Hatakana asked.
"I will try." Shiori answered softly.
"Good." Hatakana said equally as softly as his wife spoke.
They sat in silence as the minute hand traveled lazily around the clock that was on the wall in front of them.
Finally, a grandmotherly looking nurse stepped out of the room and welcomed them with a warm smile, "You may come in now, but your son is very tired."
Shiori and Hatakana stood up and followed the gray haired nurse into the room, and stood next to their dozing sons bed and looked down at him.
~§~
'Its that voice again.' Shuuichi thought, 'It is singing to me.? What is with this voice?'
~If you are lost in your way deep in an awesome story.~
'Where is the voice coming from? Why is it singing?'
~Don't be in doubt and stray, cling to your lonesome folly~
'I remember that song now! Mother use to sing it to me when I was young, before. Before she died.'
~Now you're too close to the pain, let all the rain go further~
Shuuichi felt a warm, salty tear slide down his cheek as he remembered when he was very young, and his mother still alive. How she use to push him on the neighborhood swing set, teach him how to ride a bike, race him in the community pool.
~Come back and kiss me in vain~ Shuuichis late mother continued to sing in his mind, calming her sons nerves with her soothing tone of voice.
"Shuuichi?" A voice called on the edge of his consciousness, bringing him back to the present time. He groaned softly as he turned his head. Oh, how his neck ached!
"Mother? Father?" Shuuichi asked, "My mother was singing to me."
Hatakana's lips curved up into a warm smile, "She talks to me too."
Hatakana took his wife's hand in his hand, and squeezed her hand reassuringly.
She looked up at him, and smiled like a saddened little girl. Her heart was pained with her stepson's innocence and simple pleasures.
After a few seconds of silence, Shuuichi asked his parents, "What happened? Why are some things hazy?"
"We are not sure, honey." Shiori admitted sadly.
"Oh." Shuuichi responded as his eyes roamed about the room.
"How are you feeling?" Hatakana asked his son.
"Sick, tired, dizzy."
"I am sorry, but your visiting time is over," A long, raven haired, pale nurse interrupted, "We need to run more tests on him."
"Oh. Okay." Shiori said softly.
"What type of tests?" Hatakana asked.
"Memory tests, and we need to extract more blood."
Hatakana studied the raven-haired nurse, measuring her up and down as she walked over to his beloved son's bed, and took the IV tube off of the bag, and hocked it up on a syringe so she could extract blood. After a few more seconds he muttered, "Alright, I trust you." Then he and his wife walked out of the room.
~§~
"Would you mind telling me what made you commit suicide?" Kurama asked Maya as Botan and Koenma were arguing back and forth about all the mistakes Botan had made in the past and what she could have done differently.
"Well, I guess it goes all the away back to when my mother and I moved in with her boy friend. Later on, my mother married her boyfriend who I did not know very well to begin with.
After a while of living in his house, my stepfather and mother bought a house in a deep wooded area, where few rays of sunlight reached past the thick canopy of trees. It was my mothers dream home. Two stories with a basement, large windows to look out into the woods, light wooden floors, large back yard and patio. My stepfather liked it for the fact that there was not that much sunlight and it was in the woods. Since my mother was happy, therefore, my stepfather was happy.
There was a pond near by where I would sit and watch fish and think. I knew something was wrong, very wrong. But I could not pinpoint it." Maya sighed and looked up at Kurama who supplied, "Because every thing was too right?"
"Yes, that is it, things were so right, that every thing was wrong. After about a year living there, my stepfather started to act different. My mother claimed that she did not notice any thing that changed. But when I looked at his eyes, I could tell that he was wearing a mask all that time."
"And your mother did not believe you?" Kurama asked. By now, the commotion Botan and Koenma were causing died down, and they started listening.
"No, she did not believe me."
"What was the worst thing your stepfather did to you?" Botan asked.
Maya looked down at the floor with tears going down her cheeks. She was use to their feeling on her face, for when she was alone in her room, sitting in a corner with her knees drawn up to her chest, she wept. Maya hastily wiped the away with her right index finger, "He. He. He. raped me." (A/N: Thanks Blood Roses for helping me choose this)
The whole room went quiet, and then Botan spoke up cautiously, "How long ago was this? Maybe we can some how find a way to charge him?"
"Oh, about a few months ago. I think. It was when my mother was on a business trip to America."
"So, that is one of the reasons you committed suicide?" Kurama asked gently.
"Yes it was, I was afraid that I was pregnant with his child. My stepfather also started to do injections of some sort of drug, but my mom still did not believe me. I think it was because she did not want to believe that her husband that she loved so much was just using her. I might as well just tell the whole story?" Maya asked.
"I have to leave soon, but later on? I would like to hear it." Kurama answered.
"Then you can maybe tell me yours too?" Maya asked.
~§§~
Yes! I finally finished this chapter!!!!! Thanks for reading up this far!
******I need ideas if I am to continue the story on for many chapters!!!!!!!!!!***** So, if you want to see something happen, please e-mail or AIM me. Both of those are in my AIM profile
Please review!