Disclaimer: Okay, this is really becomming a fuckin drag!!*sigh* I don't own YYH but I own Kimi, wait*scratches head* she owns herself.........
Kuro- People don't care about the story anymore, oh well I'm finishing it in a few chapters anyway. Please read and review. Flame me, blame me for all your troubles, and claim YYH if you feel like battling with copywrites.
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Chapter 4: lack of punishment....
Kimi sat in a chair in the princibles office, infront of his desk. Glarring down at the ground she kicked her feet back and forth. Ignoring the nausia she felt. She didn't look at the man sitting behind the large desk infront of her.
Mr. Toru, eyed the girl infront of his desk. Glarring dagers, he stared at her. The teacher told him what the boys had told her. And was putting her on a three week suspession. It wasn't neccsesary for it to be so long, but he didn't want the brat in his office again. Once was enough in his eyes.
The chair she sat in was high enough that she couldn't touch the ground. She had short legs and was short in general. Shorter than her dad, some say to her. Her dad was pretty short too. She was shorter than most kids her age......
Gripping her knees as she sat, she continued to sit in silece, starring down into her lap. Being who she was, she was beginning to get impatient. She had began to doze off a bit, exhausted from everything that had happend almost an hour before. The teacher had dragged her here and left. It seemed that she was here for hours, but in reality she had been sitting for alsmost an hour.
Things couldn't get any worse, she thought to herself as she fiddled with her bloodied shirt. The blood was drying slowly. Some area's she noticed as she picked at her shirt were damper than others.
"I've called you father." The princible stated after a long silence as he pushed up his glasses. Kimi swallowed, at least he didn't call Kurama, she thought with a heavy sigh of relief as she crossed her battered arms across her chest.
As if on cue, things got worse."He couldn't make it, His friend is comming in to get you." He added coldly as he took a sip of his coffee. Setting his mug down, the phone rang. Awnsering it, "Moshi," He stated calmly." Oh send him in," He said softly hanging up the phone.
She swallowed hard, fuck, she muttered starring down at the ground.
For a five year old, she was quite mature. With her extensive vocabulary and knowledge. "No swearing," a voice scolded as the door the office opened. To reveal a man with long wild red locks, and wearing a familiar fashion to what he usually wore.
"Kurama," she cried with tears in her eyes as she watched him walk towards the desk. She quickly got up and ran to him. He bent down and picked her up, setting her on his hip. And holding her up with one of his arms.
Looking at her, with his eyes he examined her. Taking his free hand he wiped one of her tears away. "What happened?" He asked worriedly looking her in the eyes.. "I got beat up," she mumbled barrying her head into his chest. Gripping his shirt tightly, she began to sob.
Kurama raised his head from the crying girl in his arms and over to the princible. "you allowed this to happen!" Kurama yelled at the man as he rubed Kimi's bruised head.
The man didn't awsner. "Out of my hands," He stated frowning at Kurama's rudeness. "Out of your hands my ass," Kurama grumbled. With that he pushed Kimi up a little higher on his hip and stormed out of the office.
**************on the drive home**************************
They had been in the car for a little while, she hadn't spoken a word. Kurama was beginning to worry. Usually, she talked to him when something bad happened. But she was just cowering in her seat starring down at her lap. Ashamed and proud at the same time. Kurama noticed as he turned to watch the road. No one had told him exactly what happened. But he had a gut feeling, with the help of what Kimi said that she had been ganged up on. Still, it was only a feeling.
Both her eyes were black and blue, her nose was still bleeding slightly. The whole front of her shirt was stained in blood, but it was hard to tell because of how dark the shirt was. But Kurama could smell it. He knew it was there. Even though it was hard to see.
After about ten minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"Are you okay?" Kurama asked as he looked at her. "I'm fine," She whispered, starring down into her lap.Afraid of what Kurama had to say.
"You look terrible," He said in a worried tone, as he gripped the stearing wheel tighter." Its' not all my blood," she mubled knowing what he was going to ask before he even asked..
"Oh.... So you fought back then," Kurama figured. She gave a slight nod as she tried to wiped away a mix of dry and fresh blood on her face.
"I'm not going to yell at you, just tell me the truth. Did you start the fight?" He swollowed, taking a quick glance at her. 'She really got beaten badly. She's covered in blood, from head to toe', he thought to himself. Trying to calm down, he was pissed something like this could happen to a five year old.
Her outfit was scruffed up a bit, her nose was still bleeding, and her eyes were beginning to look puffy.
"I didn't they ganged up on me", she said raising her head to meet his gaze. "they.." she started before falling silent again. "I'm sorry," Kurama said to her.
"for what?" she asked cheering up slightly. " For not being there for you." He replied.
"I had to defend my familys honor," she said proudly, narrowing her eyes forward. " I had to," she said simply.
"What did they say to you?" Kurama asked her as he pulled into the drive way.
"They called me names, said my whole family was freaks," She grumbled softly, getting out of the car, slamming the door behind her.
Kurama got out of the car and followed close behind her. He was going to say something but didn't. Thought it was best to keep his mouth shut. She was deliqet in times like these. He had to admit, she took it like a man.
Walking into the house and into the living room she saw her dad leaning up against the wall. He raised his head and looked at her. With a mixture of pitty and anger in his crimson eyes. His face held no emotion but thats the way he was...
"Daddy," she said softly as she walked past him, with her head held low. He didn't say anything to her. But watched her run up the stairs. She wasn't running really, but making her way up the stairs all fours. Crawling was more like it. She was still in alot of pain, and could barly move he noticed. With all the bruises she had along her stomach and sides.
Hiei continued to watch her until she was out of sight. Kurama walked up to him just then. "She's alright," He sighed as Hiei looked up at him and pushed off from the wall. "She's not alright, she looks like what you did after the tournament," He scoffed bitterly.
"Don't give me that. She said she was alright. She'll come down here eventually", Kurama sighed defensivly
"I know, I just can't belive this happened," Hiei scowled. "Yeah I can't either." Kurama replied. " She said something to me on the way here Hiei. She said she had to defend our honor..." He added quietly, as he felt a knot in his stomach tighten.
"She did didn't she. Kimi's really is a chip of the old block," Hiei smiled softly. She had her mothers looks and her fathers attitude, he thought to himself. Trying to calm down as well. There wasn't much of anything he could do about this whole matter. It was sickening. She would have to face her own demons. Scheduling a parent teacher confrience would only make things worse too.
" She looks terrible." Hiei asked trying to figure out what happened. "Did she say what happened ?" Hiei asked narrowing his eyes. "No," Kurama said bluntly crossing his arms across his chest. " She didn't say, but its obvious that she had a tiny part in the fight Hiei." Kurama added. "She's like you, she doesn't know when to back down." Kurama stated.
"Thats a good thing, but it can be bad. Even with this I'm not changing my mind about training her, Kurama. I'm not going to.I'm not letting her follow in my footsteps." Hiei stated bitterly.
"You should reconsider Hiei, this could happen even more as time goes on. She was lucky that it was only a couple of kids that didn't know what they were doing. They didn't even have the guts to play fair," Kurama growled trying to change Hiei's mind. But he was stuborn. He's always been that way. This was a fight that he wasn't going to win, Kurama thought to himself. As he and Hiei continued to argue over this. The anwser still remand no though..
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Kuro- Thats that for this chapter, next chapter ' Behind his back'
I'm gonna try and finish the story in a few chapters, end it maybe at ten
Kurama: Thanks for not picking on me anymore, I'm not an asshole. So don't make me look like one!! *growls at Kuro*.
Hiei: Hn. Baka
Kuro- Uh, what he said * points at Hiei* Please review............
Kuro- People don't care about the story anymore, oh well I'm finishing it in a few chapters anyway. Please read and review. Flame me, blame me for all your troubles, and claim YYH if you feel like battling with copywrites.
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Chapter 4: lack of punishment....
Kimi sat in a chair in the princibles office, infront of his desk. Glarring down at the ground she kicked her feet back and forth. Ignoring the nausia she felt. She didn't look at the man sitting behind the large desk infront of her.
Mr. Toru, eyed the girl infront of his desk. Glarring dagers, he stared at her. The teacher told him what the boys had told her. And was putting her on a three week suspession. It wasn't neccsesary for it to be so long, but he didn't want the brat in his office again. Once was enough in his eyes.
The chair she sat in was high enough that she couldn't touch the ground. She had short legs and was short in general. Shorter than her dad, some say to her. Her dad was pretty short too. She was shorter than most kids her age......
Gripping her knees as she sat, she continued to sit in silece, starring down into her lap. Being who she was, she was beginning to get impatient. She had began to doze off a bit, exhausted from everything that had happend almost an hour before. The teacher had dragged her here and left. It seemed that she was here for hours, but in reality she had been sitting for alsmost an hour.
Things couldn't get any worse, she thought to herself as she fiddled with her bloodied shirt. The blood was drying slowly. Some area's she noticed as she picked at her shirt were damper than others.
"I've called you father." The princible stated after a long silence as he pushed up his glasses. Kimi swallowed, at least he didn't call Kurama, she thought with a heavy sigh of relief as she crossed her battered arms across her chest.
As if on cue, things got worse."He couldn't make it, His friend is comming in to get you." He added coldly as he took a sip of his coffee. Setting his mug down, the phone rang. Awnsering it, "Moshi," He stated calmly." Oh send him in," He said softly hanging up the phone.
She swallowed hard, fuck, she muttered starring down at the ground.
For a five year old, she was quite mature. With her extensive vocabulary and knowledge. "No swearing," a voice scolded as the door the office opened. To reveal a man with long wild red locks, and wearing a familiar fashion to what he usually wore.
"Kurama," she cried with tears in her eyes as she watched him walk towards the desk. She quickly got up and ran to him. He bent down and picked her up, setting her on his hip. And holding her up with one of his arms.
Looking at her, with his eyes he examined her. Taking his free hand he wiped one of her tears away. "What happened?" He asked worriedly looking her in the eyes.. "I got beat up," she mumbled barrying her head into his chest. Gripping his shirt tightly, she began to sob.
Kurama raised his head from the crying girl in his arms and over to the princible. "you allowed this to happen!" Kurama yelled at the man as he rubed Kimi's bruised head.
The man didn't awsner. "Out of my hands," He stated frowning at Kurama's rudeness. "Out of your hands my ass," Kurama grumbled. With that he pushed Kimi up a little higher on his hip and stormed out of the office.
**************on the drive home**************************
They had been in the car for a little while, she hadn't spoken a word. Kurama was beginning to worry. Usually, she talked to him when something bad happened. But she was just cowering in her seat starring down at her lap. Ashamed and proud at the same time. Kurama noticed as he turned to watch the road. No one had told him exactly what happened. But he had a gut feeling, with the help of what Kimi said that she had been ganged up on. Still, it was only a feeling.
Both her eyes were black and blue, her nose was still bleeding slightly. The whole front of her shirt was stained in blood, but it was hard to tell because of how dark the shirt was. But Kurama could smell it. He knew it was there. Even though it was hard to see.
After about ten minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"Are you okay?" Kurama asked as he looked at her. "I'm fine," She whispered, starring down into her lap.Afraid of what Kurama had to say.
"You look terrible," He said in a worried tone, as he gripped the stearing wheel tighter." Its' not all my blood," she mubled knowing what he was going to ask before he even asked..
"Oh.... So you fought back then," Kurama figured. She gave a slight nod as she tried to wiped away a mix of dry and fresh blood on her face.
"I'm not going to yell at you, just tell me the truth. Did you start the fight?" He swollowed, taking a quick glance at her. 'She really got beaten badly. She's covered in blood, from head to toe', he thought to himself. Trying to calm down, he was pissed something like this could happen to a five year old.
Her outfit was scruffed up a bit, her nose was still bleeding, and her eyes were beginning to look puffy.
"I didn't they ganged up on me", she said raising her head to meet his gaze. "they.." she started before falling silent again. "I'm sorry," Kurama said to her.
"for what?" she asked cheering up slightly. " For not being there for you." He replied.
"I had to defend my familys honor," she said proudly, narrowing her eyes forward. " I had to," she said simply.
"What did they say to you?" Kurama asked her as he pulled into the drive way.
"They called me names, said my whole family was freaks," She grumbled softly, getting out of the car, slamming the door behind her.
Kurama got out of the car and followed close behind her. He was going to say something but didn't. Thought it was best to keep his mouth shut. She was deliqet in times like these. He had to admit, she took it like a man.
Walking into the house and into the living room she saw her dad leaning up against the wall. He raised his head and looked at her. With a mixture of pitty and anger in his crimson eyes. His face held no emotion but thats the way he was...
"Daddy," she said softly as she walked past him, with her head held low. He didn't say anything to her. But watched her run up the stairs. She wasn't running really, but making her way up the stairs all fours. Crawling was more like it. She was still in alot of pain, and could barly move he noticed. With all the bruises she had along her stomach and sides.
Hiei continued to watch her until she was out of sight. Kurama walked up to him just then. "She's alright," He sighed as Hiei looked up at him and pushed off from the wall. "She's not alright, she looks like what you did after the tournament," He scoffed bitterly.
"Don't give me that. She said she was alright. She'll come down here eventually", Kurama sighed defensivly
"I know, I just can't belive this happened," Hiei scowled. "Yeah I can't either." Kurama replied. " She said something to me on the way here Hiei. She said she had to defend our honor..." He added quietly, as he felt a knot in his stomach tighten.
"She did didn't she. Kimi's really is a chip of the old block," Hiei smiled softly. She had her mothers looks and her fathers attitude, he thought to himself. Trying to calm down as well. There wasn't much of anything he could do about this whole matter. It was sickening. She would have to face her own demons. Scheduling a parent teacher confrience would only make things worse too.
" She looks terrible." Hiei asked trying to figure out what happened. "Did she say what happened ?" Hiei asked narrowing his eyes. "No," Kurama said bluntly crossing his arms across his chest. " She didn't say, but its obvious that she had a tiny part in the fight Hiei." Kurama added. "She's like you, she doesn't know when to back down." Kurama stated.
"Thats a good thing, but it can be bad. Even with this I'm not changing my mind about training her, Kurama. I'm not going to.I'm not letting her follow in my footsteps." Hiei stated bitterly.
"You should reconsider Hiei, this could happen even more as time goes on. She was lucky that it was only a couple of kids that didn't know what they were doing. They didn't even have the guts to play fair," Kurama growled trying to change Hiei's mind. But he was stuborn. He's always been that way. This was a fight that he wasn't going to win, Kurama thought to himself. As he and Hiei continued to argue over this. The anwser still remand no though..
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Kuro- Thats that for this chapter, next chapter ' Behind his back'
I'm gonna try and finish the story in a few chapters, end it maybe at ten
Kurama: Thanks for not picking on me anymore, I'm not an asshole. So don't make me look like one!! *growls at Kuro*.
Hiei: Hn. Baka
Kuro- Uh, what he said * points at Hiei* Please review............