Sorry this chapter is so short! _ I couldn't think of much to put in it cause I don't want the fic to end quickly. I'm already working on the third chapter though, and I hope it'll be a lot better then this one! Cause this one...sucks in my opinion. I just like the dream part...the rest I'm not pleased with and haven't been able to get it much better for the past three days. *stabs her writers block hard* Sorry again. Please review when your done, and try to enjoy!
*I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho*
I do own the movie and the bench.
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Chapter Two: Death Threat
He was fighting for air. Rain mixed with the oxygen he desperately needed entered his lungs with every breath. Not even he could run forever, but that's the way things seemed to be heading. He was driven by the fear he would fall and be captured, be tortured. The darkness of night surrounded him, and the torrent of the storm continued to strike him, each drop beginning to feel like a miniature knife. Hail. Nothing was on his side, nothing there to help him escape. His pursuer was getting closer, not affected in the slightest bit by the harsh conditions. He didn't dare look to see what was happening, all he did was run as hard and fast as he could.
But it wasn't enough.
His enemy leapt, and he fell to the ground. Hard. He was pinned, and there was nothing he could do about it. The attacker brought the glimmering object into his view. A blade. The expression locked on his face showed the terror he felt at the sight of the dagger, and his fear as the demon brought it closer and closer to his vulnerable skin...
Kurama snapped awake, leaving his nightmares behind. Back into reality. The reality he valued so much, far away from his ominous nightmares. He realized that he had been tossing and turning the whole time, his bed resembled a hazard area. He hadn't had such a troubled sleep for years. What was it about these illusions that made him so uneasy?
Four o'clock am. Great, now I'm losing sleep over these damn nightmares, Kurama thought irritably. He fixed his bed quickly and put his head back on the soft pillow, praying his sleep would be dreamless. His emerald eyes slowly closing.
But sleep never came.
His mind unwillingly wandered, aimlessly. Random, meaningless
topics aroused him consistently. His time at the movies the day
prior, the crowds at his middle school, what he had eaten for
breakfast. Things that he would forget before long caught his
attention, giving him something else to think about instead of
the nothingness of sleep. So he lied there. In his room, on his
bed, trying to suppress all the random thoughts. Until his alarm
set off, and he had to leave sleep behind for another day. Kurama
brought the pillow around over his head to deafen the sound of
the alarm to no avail. He let out a typical teenage moan and got
out of bed. (a/n: do you think he would he really do that?)
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Kurama sat silently through all of his classes. The lessons seemed more pointless then ever before, and he let his mind drift off during the class's. He knew he wouldn't be penalized for it, teachers never called on him unless there was no one else. Because he always answered the questions, with brilliant responses. Finishing out the day all he could think about was leaving the accursed building.
Though all he wanted, was to be rid of the dreams. Of the voice.
He searched for answers when his thoughts strayed away. He
tried to remember every fight, every opponent he could have had.
Anything he could think of, but focused on finding a voice. He
was desperate to find out who it was that was haunting him. Yet
he discovered nothing.
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"Hey, Kurama, whadda you think?" Yusuke questioned, snapping Kurama out of his trance. They were sitting on a bench across from the theater, in the shade of a large oak. The area held only a few passers by and the boys.
"About what?" the red head replied.
"The movie yesterday," he said.
"Oh, that stupid one? I thought just that. It was stupid," Kurama answered.
"Have you been paying attention to them Kurama?" Hiei asked.
"Not really," he replied. It was true, he had been scouring his mind for more clues about the voice.
"Hey! We've been having a very intelligent conversation over here!" Yusuke argued.
"Yes, I'm sure you have been. Seeing the string that makes the ninja's jump great distances in crap movies like that one is very philosophical, not to mention the rubber katanas that you can see bend. But don't take what I say in anyway a sarcastic statement," Hiei said back. Yusuke laughed and started up a debate just for the sake of annoying the hell out of Hiei. Kurama zoned out again. He didn't care for their childish quarrels right then.
You really shouldn't ignore your friends like this. You're not going to figure anything about me out anyway, so why worry yourself over it? You'll die in the end...no matter what.
Kurama's eyes widened a little. Death? Was that what the voice was after?
"Kurama, are you okay?" Yusuke asked. His expression must have been worse then he had thought to capture Yusuke's attention during an argument.
"Yeah...I'm fine..." he replied, slightly shaken. "I'm going to go home, I'm not feeling that great right now," he finished, got up and walked away quietly.
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meh, sorry again it's short!