I'd just like to tell you about my other fanfic now, 'Rinku's Slumber
Party'. It's not about Shishi, or Kurama, so you may not want to check it
out, but I still recommend it. Ummm... I can't really think of anything
else...
Shishi: You think!? News to me...
Kuramasgirl556: Thank you! You're the first reviewer! ::hands you 'first reviewer certificate':: ^_^ And your fanfics are great! I reviewed them, too. :P
Kouga-Luver: Yeah, yeah. When I get there. Just read the bottom authors note. You'll have to review again. ^^
Raven Haired Saiyan: Yup, this is the first ever ShishixKurama fic on FF. ^^ I feel proud, ya. O_o Crap...
Kittengrl39: I think I'm happy with Shishi. ^^ ::huggles Shishi::
Shishi: Get her off... @_@
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Boring, ne?
Title: The Dark Side
Chapter: 2 [A New School]
~~~
Light filtered into my room through my window. Since I had just moved in, all I had was what was left in the house. A thin, cheap mattress, a college fridge(with nothing in it, may I add), a very loud, ringing alarm clock, and a few other small belongings of my own. I got this room through the government because of my statement in the interview. My small studio room had no curtains, and to say the least I was not a morning person. Waking up at 6 was not my style. I slowly opened my red-violet eyes. Instantly, I snapped them closed, rolled over, and groaned. The sun burned into my mind, leaving neon lights flash in the darkness of my eyelids. I fell out of bed, and managed to pull on my school clothes. If there was anything that I could do right in the morning, it would have to be my hair. I brushed it back, and made sure that none of it had any static electricity, besides my two bangs that stuck up, of course. After cleaning up and making sure I looked perfect for my first day, I walked out the door.
The walk to school was short, only a few blocks. I watched Kurama from a VERY far distance. Girls were casually chatting with him. None were my fans. I didn't realize there were so many humans that liked Kurama, also. It seemed he was popular in all three worlds. I once overheard that blue-headed ferrygirl talking to two human brunettes, and a koorime. She had said that how many of the other girls were jealous of her, being able to work with him and all. Of course, the female demons also took a fancy in him. The two bujutsukai commentators had proven that, along with many others. Now I find out he has yet another horde of worshippers following his every whim!? I already hated Kurama. And the day was not over.
The school's floors were made of what seemed like marble. It was tinted green, with a waxy finish. The lockers were durable and rather large. I could not deny that the Ningenkai had done a good job in the construction of this building. My home room was... room number fifteen. At the bottom of the paper, it said that a boy named 'Shuichi Minamono' would help me out today, since were in the same classes, because of the alphabetical order. I had forgotten my new last name. 'Migoto'. It suited me perfectly. I had a smug look on my face, when a women, probably our teacher, came out. She looked at me, confused, then seemed to remember something.
"Oh! You must be Migoto!" I nodded. She ushered me through the oak doorway. She clapped a few times like kindergarten teachers do, to get everyones attention.
"We have a new student today! His name is Migoto, Shishiwakamaru," I heard giggling run throughout the room at my first name. But I didn't care. I was looking at Kurama. His gaze was equally intense. Our stareing contest broke away.
"Lets see here..." The woman took my paper away, to see who was to introduce me to the school. She smiled as she read the name in her mind.
"Well, arent you a lucky one. Shuichi is very generous, and smart, may I add," She smiled at Kurama, oddly enough "Why don't you go sit next to him." My eyes glanced over the classroom, to see if I could figure out who this 'wonderful' Shuichi was. She read my expression, after a few seconds.
"Shuichi, please raise your hand," Kurama immediatly flung his hand into the air, so I knew where to sit. I gave him an odd look, but took the empty desk next to him, anyway. The bell rang, and my fellow students flew out the door. Kurama stayed behind to wait for me. I was taking my good old time. I was somewhat worried about what 'Shuichi' was going to say to me.
"Well, long time no see, Shishiwakamaru," He smiled at me. Confusing...
"Shishi. Call me Shishi," Kurama nodded.
"Don't call me Kurama in public. In the Ningenkai, I'm known as Shuichi Minamono, as that is my birth name. So, what brings you here?" He had the slightest glint in his eye.
"I needed a break," I walked ahead, breaking off our little conversation. The rest of the day would be hell if I had to talk so... innocently to him. And Shuichi!? Kurama is better. Youko Kurama wa, and still is, a feared youkai. Why he would not want everyone to know that, dumbfounded me. But his business is his buisiness... for now.
After school, I was about ready to walk home. Since Kurama knew I was here now, I didn't need to stalk him. I had everything I needed to go home. Then, the sleeve of my jacket was tugged. I turned around to see green. I was swimming in an emerald green lake. I blinked a few times, and backed away.
"Oh hello... Shuichi," His sacrlet hair blew a bit in the wind. I noticed how much it contrasted with my pale blue wispy hair. His was thicker, too.
"Hi! How was your first day of school?"
"Fine"
"Mind if I walk with you?"
"How do you know where I live?"
"Do you really think that if I felt the presence of a youkai, I'd just let it go?" This took me back, somewhat. I thought I had been hidden pretty well. I had even concealed my youki. So much for stalking. He smiled, and I half-heartedly returned it. He would be harder to crack than what I had thought... but that just makes it all the more fun.
"So, why are you really here?"
"I have just as much of a right to be here as you do"
"You have a point there. I'll tell you why I'm here if you tell me your reason," I growled from deep in my throat. Stupid prissy kitsune. Mind your own business.
"All right, All right. I get your point. You can tell me when you're ready," His smile annoyed the hell out of me. He flaunted it EVERYWHERE! I mean... so do I but... it's just different. It is, really! Like... he automatically has fans coming from all over the three worlds. I, on the other hand, must work for my fame. Even then, certain people, who will remain anonymous, steal away your only fans. A few remained, but the Shishi fangirls were soon to become... extinct. That is not something I wish to see. Therefore, I will work, not only for me, but for them, too, to bring them back into being. It's my duty. Hey, don't give me that look...
As we turned the corner, to the street Kurama lived on, he stopped in front of his door. I figured a simple goodbye and I'd be off. No, of course not. Not flashy enough for the great Kurama, right? He turned to face me. His hand was digging in his pocket for something. I was getting ready to attack, just in case.
"Relax. I just want to give you some money. It's ningen currency. You don't have any do you?" He held out some coins, and paper, of different shades. YEN was written on the paper, along with various other things. I looked at it suspiciously, and poked it.
"No..."
"Then you can have this. It's 10,544 yen(about 100 US dollars). Not much, but you can buy some basic things with it. It's Japanese currency. I'm sorry, but that's all the money I have now." Dammit, dammit, dammit! Why was he so NICE?! I snatched the yen out of his hand, bowed(slightly...) and started at a fast-paced walk for home. I didn't look back to see if he was shocked at my rudeness, or if he just shrugged it off(He would probably do that. Just to annoy me). I didn't know how long I could take this. I don't know how ANYONE could stand him. He'd drive me crazy! He IS driving me crazy! And I've known him, what, 7 hours?! Still... he had given me this yen. It seemed useful. He was decent, but that doesn't mean I have to like him.
I passed my apartment building, and kept walking. I might as well use the yen he had given me. I don't like to waste stuff, no matter what it was. I had come here with a little prior knowledge. I knew some everyday items, but that was about all. I knew I needed blinds. That would be the first thing to get. My eyes couldn't take anymore straining. It was always dark in the Makai, and if anyone were to adjust, it should be that sun thing. Really, what does it do? Try to burn people's eyes out of their sockets? Nice guy. So, back to my point, I also needed food(why couldn't I just hunt? Ningens are so weak), and pillows/blankets. I would not get frostbite. I like my fingers, thank you very much.
Clack! A bell jingled above my head as I walked through the 'Convenience Store's glass door. There was only one wide floor. It seemed like there were many things here, and everything seemed pretty cheap. I began to browse through the store. There were so many great things. Luckily, I knew how to count yen because of my studies. If I didn't... I'd be in trouble right now. Kurama would have to buy everything for me, and I wasn't about to accept help from him. I ended up having a filled-up cart by the time I had reached the... place. You know, that place where you... um, buy stuff? Yes. That place. The male teenager swiped my items over a red flashing light. A number came up in an odd font. It said 9,035 yen. I reached into my pocket and counted out the closest amount to that. The casheir handed some back, along with a plastic bag. I was disgusted by their waste of the envirement. I am no envirementalist, but it was just plain ignorant to kill wildlife like that. Unlike demons, ningens greatly rely on the earth. Demons breath plenty, but we can always just go on back to the Makai, which has boundless oxygen. I took my bags, and hulled them home. See, THIS is what I need my fangirls for. To carry MY bags. To wait on MY hand and foot. That's what a fangirl does, after all. The occasional obsessive is expected, of course. Really, though, it's all worth it. Just to be famous, don't you think. Oh, wait, you've never been famous, have you? Heh. Sucks to be you, doesn't it?
~~~
Shishi: I'm rather cruel...
But, aren't you? Under that cool exterior, there's another you. An EVIL you. MUAHAHAHA!
Shishi: o.o
^^ Now then. Kurama and Hiei need fan-girls! As you've probably guessed, I'm Shishi's. A friend of mine already reserved Hiei, sorry. He'll be here next chapter. Ok, so whoever reviews first with the following info gets to be Kurama's fangirl. ^_^
OC Name:
Age:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Clothing:
Race(youkai, ningen that stuff):
Personality:
Ok, now review! ^.^v
The Town Idiot,
Ki
Shishi: You think!? News to me...
Kuramasgirl556: Thank you! You're the first reviewer! ::hands you 'first reviewer certificate':: ^_^ And your fanfics are great! I reviewed them, too. :P
Kouga-Luver: Yeah, yeah. When I get there. Just read the bottom authors note. You'll have to review again. ^^
Raven Haired Saiyan: Yup, this is the first ever ShishixKurama fic on FF. ^^ I feel proud, ya. O_o Crap...
Kittengrl39: I think I'm happy with Shishi. ^^ ::huggles Shishi::
Shishi: Get her off... @_@
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Boring, ne?
Title: The Dark Side
Chapter: 2 [A New School]
~~~
Light filtered into my room through my window. Since I had just moved in, all I had was what was left in the house. A thin, cheap mattress, a college fridge(with nothing in it, may I add), a very loud, ringing alarm clock, and a few other small belongings of my own. I got this room through the government because of my statement in the interview. My small studio room had no curtains, and to say the least I was not a morning person. Waking up at 6 was not my style. I slowly opened my red-violet eyes. Instantly, I snapped them closed, rolled over, and groaned. The sun burned into my mind, leaving neon lights flash in the darkness of my eyelids. I fell out of bed, and managed to pull on my school clothes. If there was anything that I could do right in the morning, it would have to be my hair. I brushed it back, and made sure that none of it had any static electricity, besides my two bangs that stuck up, of course. After cleaning up and making sure I looked perfect for my first day, I walked out the door.
The walk to school was short, only a few blocks. I watched Kurama from a VERY far distance. Girls were casually chatting with him. None were my fans. I didn't realize there were so many humans that liked Kurama, also. It seemed he was popular in all three worlds. I once overheard that blue-headed ferrygirl talking to two human brunettes, and a koorime. She had said that how many of the other girls were jealous of her, being able to work with him and all. Of course, the female demons also took a fancy in him. The two bujutsukai commentators had proven that, along with many others. Now I find out he has yet another horde of worshippers following his every whim!? I already hated Kurama. And the day was not over.
The school's floors were made of what seemed like marble. It was tinted green, with a waxy finish. The lockers were durable and rather large. I could not deny that the Ningenkai had done a good job in the construction of this building. My home room was... room number fifteen. At the bottom of the paper, it said that a boy named 'Shuichi Minamono' would help me out today, since were in the same classes, because of the alphabetical order. I had forgotten my new last name. 'Migoto'. It suited me perfectly. I had a smug look on my face, when a women, probably our teacher, came out. She looked at me, confused, then seemed to remember something.
"Oh! You must be Migoto!" I nodded. She ushered me through the oak doorway. She clapped a few times like kindergarten teachers do, to get everyones attention.
"We have a new student today! His name is Migoto, Shishiwakamaru," I heard giggling run throughout the room at my first name. But I didn't care. I was looking at Kurama. His gaze was equally intense. Our stareing contest broke away.
"Lets see here..." The woman took my paper away, to see who was to introduce me to the school. She smiled as she read the name in her mind.
"Well, arent you a lucky one. Shuichi is very generous, and smart, may I add," She smiled at Kurama, oddly enough "Why don't you go sit next to him." My eyes glanced over the classroom, to see if I could figure out who this 'wonderful' Shuichi was. She read my expression, after a few seconds.
"Shuichi, please raise your hand," Kurama immediatly flung his hand into the air, so I knew where to sit. I gave him an odd look, but took the empty desk next to him, anyway. The bell rang, and my fellow students flew out the door. Kurama stayed behind to wait for me. I was taking my good old time. I was somewhat worried about what 'Shuichi' was going to say to me.
"Well, long time no see, Shishiwakamaru," He smiled at me. Confusing...
"Shishi. Call me Shishi," Kurama nodded.
"Don't call me Kurama in public. In the Ningenkai, I'm known as Shuichi Minamono, as that is my birth name. So, what brings you here?" He had the slightest glint in his eye.
"I needed a break," I walked ahead, breaking off our little conversation. The rest of the day would be hell if I had to talk so... innocently to him. And Shuichi!? Kurama is better. Youko Kurama wa, and still is, a feared youkai. Why he would not want everyone to know that, dumbfounded me. But his business is his buisiness... for now.
After school, I was about ready to walk home. Since Kurama knew I was here now, I didn't need to stalk him. I had everything I needed to go home. Then, the sleeve of my jacket was tugged. I turned around to see green. I was swimming in an emerald green lake. I blinked a few times, and backed away.
"Oh hello... Shuichi," His sacrlet hair blew a bit in the wind. I noticed how much it contrasted with my pale blue wispy hair. His was thicker, too.
"Hi! How was your first day of school?"
"Fine"
"Mind if I walk with you?"
"How do you know where I live?"
"Do you really think that if I felt the presence of a youkai, I'd just let it go?" This took me back, somewhat. I thought I had been hidden pretty well. I had even concealed my youki. So much for stalking. He smiled, and I half-heartedly returned it. He would be harder to crack than what I had thought... but that just makes it all the more fun.
"So, why are you really here?"
"I have just as much of a right to be here as you do"
"You have a point there. I'll tell you why I'm here if you tell me your reason," I growled from deep in my throat. Stupid prissy kitsune. Mind your own business.
"All right, All right. I get your point. You can tell me when you're ready," His smile annoyed the hell out of me. He flaunted it EVERYWHERE! I mean... so do I but... it's just different. It is, really! Like... he automatically has fans coming from all over the three worlds. I, on the other hand, must work for my fame. Even then, certain people, who will remain anonymous, steal away your only fans. A few remained, but the Shishi fangirls were soon to become... extinct. That is not something I wish to see. Therefore, I will work, not only for me, but for them, too, to bring them back into being. It's my duty. Hey, don't give me that look...
As we turned the corner, to the street Kurama lived on, he stopped in front of his door. I figured a simple goodbye and I'd be off. No, of course not. Not flashy enough for the great Kurama, right? He turned to face me. His hand was digging in his pocket for something. I was getting ready to attack, just in case.
"Relax. I just want to give you some money. It's ningen currency. You don't have any do you?" He held out some coins, and paper, of different shades. YEN was written on the paper, along with various other things. I looked at it suspiciously, and poked it.
"No..."
"Then you can have this. It's 10,544 yen(about 100 US dollars). Not much, but you can buy some basic things with it. It's Japanese currency. I'm sorry, but that's all the money I have now." Dammit, dammit, dammit! Why was he so NICE?! I snatched the yen out of his hand, bowed(slightly...) and started at a fast-paced walk for home. I didn't look back to see if he was shocked at my rudeness, or if he just shrugged it off(He would probably do that. Just to annoy me). I didn't know how long I could take this. I don't know how ANYONE could stand him. He'd drive me crazy! He IS driving me crazy! And I've known him, what, 7 hours?! Still... he had given me this yen. It seemed useful. He was decent, but that doesn't mean I have to like him.
I passed my apartment building, and kept walking. I might as well use the yen he had given me. I don't like to waste stuff, no matter what it was. I had come here with a little prior knowledge. I knew some everyday items, but that was about all. I knew I needed blinds. That would be the first thing to get. My eyes couldn't take anymore straining. It was always dark in the Makai, and if anyone were to adjust, it should be that sun thing. Really, what does it do? Try to burn people's eyes out of their sockets? Nice guy. So, back to my point, I also needed food(why couldn't I just hunt? Ningens are so weak), and pillows/blankets. I would not get frostbite. I like my fingers, thank you very much.
Clack! A bell jingled above my head as I walked through the 'Convenience Store's glass door. There was only one wide floor. It seemed like there were many things here, and everything seemed pretty cheap. I began to browse through the store. There were so many great things. Luckily, I knew how to count yen because of my studies. If I didn't... I'd be in trouble right now. Kurama would have to buy everything for me, and I wasn't about to accept help from him. I ended up having a filled-up cart by the time I had reached the... place. You know, that place where you... um, buy stuff? Yes. That place. The male teenager swiped my items over a red flashing light. A number came up in an odd font. It said 9,035 yen. I reached into my pocket and counted out the closest amount to that. The casheir handed some back, along with a plastic bag. I was disgusted by their waste of the envirement. I am no envirementalist, but it was just plain ignorant to kill wildlife like that. Unlike demons, ningens greatly rely on the earth. Demons breath plenty, but we can always just go on back to the Makai, which has boundless oxygen. I took my bags, and hulled them home. See, THIS is what I need my fangirls for. To carry MY bags. To wait on MY hand and foot. That's what a fangirl does, after all. The occasional obsessive is expected, of course. Really, though, it's all worth it. Just to be famous, don't you think. Oh, wait, you've never been famous, have you? Heh. Sucks to be you, doesn't it?
~~~
Shishi: I'm rather cruel...
But, aren't you? Under that cool exterior, there's another you. An EVIL you. MUAHAHAHA!
Shishi: o.o
^^ Now then. Kurama and Hiei need fan-girls! As you've probably guessed, I'm Shishi's. A friend of mine already reserved Hiei, sorry. He'll be here next chapter. Ok, so whoever reviews first with the following info gets to be Kurama's fangirl. ^_^
OC Name:
Age:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Clothing:
Race(youkai, ningen that stuff):
Personality:
Ok, now review! ^.^v
The Town Idiot,
Ki