Kokoro No Kaitou : Youko's Story
Chapter 2
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The next day, I didn't wake until what felt like late. There were no windows in the cell, so there was no way to be sure. But I knew that I had definitely slept for a full day. The cause of my waking was the door opening with a loud creak.
I looked up and saw the girl enter the room. A guard put a torch into the holder beside the door so that she could see, though I knew that I didn't need it.
I wondered what her purpose here was, and I watched her with caution.
I saw her shiver slightly, and I wondered what the cause was. It certainly wasn't because of temperature - it was beastly hot in the room. Perhaps she was scared of me.
I decided to find out her purpose for myself, because she didn't say anything. I figured that I should fall into my 'innocent and polite ningen boy' act, just until I knew who and what she was.
"Can I help you, milady?" I asked, my voice dripping with politeness. I had discovered that there was no better way to win over a woman's heart than to treat her like a princess and be polite to her.
She looked slightly embarrassed, and replied, "My name is Amaya, sir. And yours?"
I eyed her again. I entertained the thought of using her for a hostage to escape, then decided that I was still too weak and groggy to do something like that. So, I just answered her question. "You may call me Kurama. How would you like me to address you?"
Her jaw dropped slightly, and I wondered what I had said that was so shocking to her.
I raised an eyebrow, and she blushed cutely.
"Please, Amaya will do just fine."
"Alright, Amaya-san." I said. She shivered again, and I wondered idly if I was the cause.
It wouldn't be the first time.
I decided to let her know that I remembered her. Women loved it when handsome men remembered them. "I saw you yesterday. You were the pretty woman in the yukata."
They say flattery gets you nowhere, but whoever made up that phrase had some serious problems. Flattery gets you everywhere with women.
My theory was proven - yet again - when she blushed for a second time.
I smiled at this, and tried to sit up straighter, only to cry out and fall back from the pain of my broken ribs.
I sensed her concern as she asked, "Daijobu ka?"
"I'm fine. I'm sorry that you have to see me in such a state." I said, smiling at her again. "Normally, I don't lay around moaning."
She giggled, and the laughter made her entire face light up. "Kurama-san, why are you in here, anyways?"
I thought about what to tell her. The truth? Certainly not. That would only lead to more questions that I could not answer without killing her. So, I decided to play the innocent ningen still.
"Apparently, they have mistaken me for someone else." I said. It wasn't entirely a lie. They had mistaken me for some kind of weak youkai with no experience. That would be their downfall.
She nodded slowly, and she looked me over. I wasn't sure if it was for the sake of looking, or if she was looking at my wounds.
"Did the guards…hurt you?"
That answered that question. It surprised me, still. I'd never known a woman to ask me if I had gotten hurt, and yet still look so concerned.
"Hai, milady. For refusing arrest. Or so they said." Again, I was lying, but that was what the kitsune race is known for.
She put her hand on her hip, and she took a stance that showed determination. It was completely different from the shy girl she had been a moment earlier.
"Well, that's hardly fair. They have fed you, right?" She asked.
I shook my head, and sensed her surprise.
"Not even a little bit?"
I shook my head again. "Iie, they haven't fed me or gave me water."
A wave of different emotions came from her - the main one being determination. She gave me a slight bow.
"Well, I really must be going now, Kurama-san. Would it bother you if I visited you again tomorrow?" She asked.
I smiled. "Not at all, Kurama-san. I would very much enjoy your company. It makes my situation seem much less dreary to have a beautiful woman such as yourself around to talk with."
I saw her blushed, but she tried to hide it.
Flattery. Worked every time.
"Alright then. I'll come back tomorrow." She said, that cute blush still occupying her cheeks.
She started to leave, and I called after her. "Oi, Amaya-san!"
She turned back to me, a questioning look in her eyes. I smiled. "Oyasumi nasai, Amaya-san."
She smiled back at me. "Oyasumi nasai, Kurama-san."
She left, and I sighed, resting my head back against the wall. She seemed like a servant, but her posture and tone of voice gave me the feeling that I was wrong about that…
Kitsune! Rang a voice in my mind.
I opened my eyes, and replied to Hiei's telepathic voice. Yes, Hiei?
Where the hell are you? You never came back last night.
I know. I got captured and poisoned.
His voice sounded like he was chuckling. Figures. Does the damsel in distress need rescuing?
I narrowed my eyes, and let my anger slip into my mind's voice. Hiei…shut up, if you value your life. And no, I don't need you and Kuronue to come here. It isn't necessary. Just continue preparations, and I'll try to join you both on the morrow.
Sure. But if you change your mind, you know how to reach me.
I felt his presence leave my mind, and I closed my eyes again. I figured that it was about time that I let sweet sleep claim me once more.
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Author's Notes: Chapter 2 up! I'm so proud of this fic. ^___^ Youko's fun to write. He…has interesting thoughts, to say the least.
Thanks to those who reviewed!
kaija katake : Thanks!
Shessha's Crazy : Here's more!
DarkVixenNisha : Thank you!
youko : Yes. It's the same story from Youko's POV. But, it also explains a hell of a lot more than Amaya's story does. ^____^
Suzaku no miko : Thanks! As i said, I love writing from his POV! He's so funny!
Chapter 2
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The next day, I didn't wake until what felt like late. There were no windows in the cell, so there was no way to be sure. But I knew that I had definitely slept for a full day. The cause of my waking was the door opening with a loud creak.
I looked up and saw the girl enter the room. A guard put a torch into the holder beside the door so that she could see, though I knew that I didn't need it.
I wondered what her purpose here was, and I watched her with caution.
I saw her shiver slightly, and I wondered what the cause was. It certainly wasn't because of temperature - it was beastly hot in the room. Perhaps she was scared of me.
I decided to find out her purpose for myself, because she didn't say anything. I figured that I should fall into my 'innocent and polite ningen boy' act, just until I knew who and what she was.
"Can I help you, milady?" I asked, my voice dripping with politeness. I had discovered that there was no better way to win over a woman's heart than to treat her like a princess and be polite to her.
She looked slightly embarrassed, and replied, "My name is Amaya, sir. And yours?"
I eyed her again. I entertained the thought of using her for a hostage to escape, then decided that I was still too weak and groggy to do something like that. So, I just answered her question. "You may call me Kurama. How would you like me to address you?"
Her jaw dropped slightly, and I wondered what I had said that was so shocking to her.
I raised an eyebrow, and she blushed cutely.
"Please, Amaya will do just fine."
"Alright, Amaya-san." I said. She shivered again, and I wondered idly if I was the cause.
It wouldn't be the first time.
I decided to let her know that I remembered her. Women loved it when handsome men remembered them. "I saw you yesterday. You were the pretty woman in the yukata."
They say flattery gets you nowhere, but whoever made up that phrase had some serious problems. Flattery gets you everywhere with women.
My theory was proven - yet again - when she blushed for a second time.
I smiled at this, and tried to sit up straighter, only to cry out and fall back from the pain of my broken ribs.
I sensed her concern as she asked, "Daijobu ka?"
"I'm fine. I'm sorry that you have to see me in such a state." I said, smiling at her again. "Normally, I don't lay around moaning."
She giggled, and the laughter made her entire face light up. "Kurama-san, why are you in here, anyways?"
I thought about what to tell her. The truth? Certainly not. That would only lead to more questions that I could not answer without killing her. So, I decided to play the innocent ningen still.
"Apparently, they have mistaken me for someone else." I said. It wasn't entirely a lie. They had mistaken me for some kind of weak youkai with no experience. That would be their downfall.
She nodded slowly, and she looked me over. I wasn't sure if it was for the sake of looking, or if she was looking at my wounds.
"Did the guards…hurt you?"
That answered that question. It surprised me, still. I'd never known a woman to ask me if I had gotten hurt, and yet still look so concerned.
"Hai, milady. For refusing arrest. Or so they said." Again, I was lying, but that was what the kitsune race is known for.
She put her hand on her hip, and she took a stance that showed determination. It was completely different from the shy girl she had been a moment earlier.
"Well, that's hardly fair. They have fed you, right?" She asked.
I shook my head, and sensed her surprise.
"Not even a little bit?"
I shook my head again. "Iie, they haven't fed me or gave me water."
A wave of different emotions came from her - the main one being determination. She gave me a slight bow.
"Well, I really must be going now, Kurama-san. Would it bother you if I visited you again tomorrow?" She asked.
I smiled. "Not at all, Kurama-san. I would very much enjoy your company. It makes my situation seem much less dreary to have a beautiful woman such as yourself around to talk with."
I saw her blushed, but she tried to hide it.
Flattery. Worked every time.
"Alright then. I'll come back tomorrow." She said, that cute blush still occupying her cheeks.
She started to leave, and I called after her. "Oi, Amaya-san!"
She turned back to me, a questioning look in her eyes. I smiled. "Oyasumi nasai, Amaya-san."
She smiled back at me. "Oyasumi nasai, Kurama-san."
She left, and I sighed, resting my head back against the wall. She seemed like a servant, but her posture and tone of voice gave me the feeling that I was wrong about that…
Kitsune! Rang a voice in my mind.
I opened my eyes, and replied to Hiei's telepathic voice. Yes, Hiei?
Where the hell are you? You never came back last night.
I know. I got captured and poisoned.
His voice sounded like he was chuckling. Figures. Does the damsel in distress need rescuing?
I narrowed my eyes, and let my anger slip into my mind's voice. Hiei…shut up, if you value your life. And no, I don't need you and Kuronue to come here. It isn't necessary. Just continue preparations, and I'll try to join you both on the morrow.
Sure. But if you change your mind, you know how to reach me.
I felt his presence leave my mind, and I closed my eyes again. I figured that it was about time that I let sweet sleep claim me once more.
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Author's Notes: Chapter 2 up! I'm so proud of this fic. ^___^ Youko's fun to write. He…has interesting thoughts, to say the least.
Thanks to those who reviewed!
kaija katake : Thanks!
Shessha's Crazy : Here's more!
DarkVixenNisha : Thank you!
youko : Yes. It's the same story from Youko's POV. But, it also explains a hell of a lot more than Amaya's story does. ^____^
Suzaku no miko : Thanks! As i said, I love writing from his POV! He's so funny!
