You awake to the gentle song of birds, their pleasant chirping sharp in your mind. It pierces through your brain, pain shooting through your nerves. You'd kill for an aspirin. The comfort of the bed comes back to you, the light, fluffy pillow so soft on your pounding head, the bed so kind towards your aching back. Without being fully aware of it, you smile and sigh. Just don't think about the pain, you tell yourself, the nice bed is so much more enjoyable to think about… Your lips are gently forced open, a chalky capsule is placed on the top of your tongue. You gulp it down, a slight clench in your throat making it difficult. You feel the cold glass of a cup put to your lips, and the refreshing cascade of water that accompanies it. Heaven!
"You took quite a fall, ____. I'm sorry I startled you so terribly." Kurama's strong, calming voice said somewhere above you, his tone hushed so as not to further hurt your pulsing head. "Yukina saved some breakfast for you, so whenever you're ready to get up… But you can stay in bed as long as you like. I assume you'll accept the latter. Anyway, Botan was here this morning and I told her to let Koenma know you're in no condition to talk with him today, so-"
You interrupt him, your words accompanied with quiet little moans, "No… I-I think I can see him… Yeah, I'm fine, no need to put this thing off… Can I still see 'im today? I really wanna know what the heck is going on."
Kurama's answer is slightly flustered. You can't see him, by fault of your blurred vision, but you know he must look shocked. "Well, if you insist, _____. But this won't be the easiest to digest. The things he will tell you about yourself are not going to be what you want to hear…" Not sure what he means, you don't answer. Theres a long period of silence, then the sound f creaking floor boards as he sweeps from the room. "I'll see if I can get a hold of him…" You weren't aware that the room had smelled of roses until the sent left the room.
Kurama is a lot different then you would have figured. He seems a great deal more friendly, so unlike the little demon that attacked you. And what was Hiei's deal, anyway? Why the heck did he attack you? It's not like you looked like a demon! He said it himself, he didn't sense anything demonic about you. Whats his deal… Frustrated, you force your eyes to focus on the doorway, as though you expect the shorty to be watching you, plotting your death. No, although your vision still isn't the best, you can tell no one is there. The birds continue to sing, and the sun's soft rays of light steam through the window onto your blanket. Yukina's voice can be heard somewhere down the hall, her tone unusually worried. "No, Kurama, we can't just let ____ talk to Prince Koenma like this! It'll be to much for him/her! Besides, Koenma said he has other things he has to do, so ___ can't see him until next month."
"Next month?!" Kurama answered in aghast, his voice raised.
"Shh! Yes, I know it seems odd, but that's what he said. ____ is to stay here until called for. Master Genkai says she's going to put him/her through a few tests of her own while we wait. Hiei-kun doesn't seem to happy, you know. I think those two aren't compatible. Their personalities are to different."
"Or, to similar."
"Kura-chan! What do you mean? That nice little human is nothing like Hiei-kun. Hiei is far to… Well, you know."
Kurama dropped his voice, to quiet for you to hear. What did Kurama mean by that? Similar? You, and Hiei? Not even in an alternate universe where mutant goldfish rule the earth by placing control formula in the food, and you're the leader of a small pocket of resistance called "down with the fishes" club, and it's up to you to destroy the factory where they make the formula, and you have no friends and no mouth. Oh, and the only thing you ever say is "Hn," and, "fool". Wait, how can you say that if you have no mouth? And what are you talking about? Jeez, you're an odd kid. Mutant what? Okay, and you think you're the picture of mental health? The goldfish are more sane than you, buddy.
"What did Agent Ray have to say about all this?" Yukina says at last, her tone forcibly conversational. "About ____, I mean."
"Hikari says you find real power in the least likely of all places. I sopose that means she thinks that this kid is the one we want. Or, Koenma wants. Shikiba and Mokemono have basically the same opinion." Kurama heaved a sigh, his tone fringed with exhaustion.
Yukina, noticing this immediately, told him to go to bed. "When's the last time you took a cat nap, Kura-chan? You need to think about yourself a bit more, you know." Kurama's response to her motherly concern was a yawn and a soft chuckle. "Go on now, off to bed with you!"
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The day had dawned long before you had awoken, and the afternoon faded long before you arose. The dying sun cast long shadows across the lawn, giving you an eerie feeling. You walked alone around the outside of the Temple, a slight stiffness to your movement. You're careful to look out for Hiei, lest he find it amusing to give you another bloody lip. You can feel the liquid bandage on your skin, so you must have been treated while you were out. The wind has stopped, the stillness adding to your odd feeling. Creepy, yet you don't really know why.
You took this walk to think. But instead of buzzing with a hundred thoughts a second, your mind is dead. You cannot possibly fathom the idea that this is real, but how can you deny it? Rather than stick to the yard as you were instructed, you find yourself wandering in the general direction of the woods. These woods, you know, is the one in which Yuskue and the rest of Genkai's would-be pupils raced to the tallest tree. Without knowing it yourself, you start to run at the tree line, your heart pumping with the effort of going so fast. The wind caused by your sudden run blows your hair into your eyes, not that you notice. If Yuskue made it to that tree, than so can you. If you're really part demon, it should be a cinch, right?
So you power towards the ancient forest, your mind having been firmly made up. You've always had a thirst to prove yourself, though you never really noticed. You pretend you don't care, that you don't give a spit about grades or any of that stuff. But in truth, you don't try your hardest simply because you're afraid of failing. But no one is around to see you mess up. Almost at once, your skin pops up with goose bumps as the trees block the sun. You feet are no longer padding on grass, but crunching on leaves. The world has gone dark. The day had been darkening already, but as soon as your feet passed the tree line, it became night. Slowing your pace to a walk, you take a good look around. The trees tower over you, the leaves and branches tangled with vines. The underbrush is thick and filled with thorns and briars, hindering you. Frightening sounds of creatures you cannot see echo in the darkness. Creepy.
Your bad vibe is getting even more intense. Your neck breaks out in cold sweat and your heart races. You feel shivers play on your spine. "Heck no." You mutter, and turn on your heel, planning to leave. But the place where you entered is not there. You had assumed you would turn to see a break in the trees; some of what was left of the sun's light shinning in. But all you see is darkened woods and thick threes. The creatures' screeches are getting louder. And your bad vibe- now it's like an overpowering sense of doom. No one knows you left the safety of the temple's side. No one knows you're stupid enough to wander into a demon forest. No one knows you're trapped.
Tears fill your eyes. You've never had so many emotions run through you in such a quick succession. You feel as though you're a spinning tornado that consists of fear, pain, frustration, uncertainty, terror, confusion, and sadness. Where are you? Why are you here? Will your Mom ever find out what happened to her precious child? Will Hiei find whats left of your body and laugh, knowing you were never a demon? You put your hands over your ears, blocking out the hungry snarls of demons. Falling to your knees, you will it to end. Your terror is overwhelming! They'll rip you apart, all those sounds. They'll lurk in the shadows, horrifying you, then pounce and tear you apart. Coward! You're a coward! Giving up so soon! Fight, you have to fight! Why give yourself so willingly?
"Get lost!" You scream at the growls. Red eyes appear just beyond the next tree. Hundreds of them. Stumbling to your feet, you grasp a thick branch in your hand and wave it threateningly at the eyes. They snigger. Gulping, you take a step back. But your fear is fading. Suddenly you're peeved. They laughed at you! Now all you want to do is kill them. Every last sniggering little beast. "All right, come on and get me!" Either you're very brave, or stupid. "I dare ya!" Okay, I'm going with stupid. Obviously you hit your head to hard. You were never one to accept being laughed at, despite it happening so often. You'd think by now you'd be used to it.
"Smell good… Frufrufru… Delicious little human child for me…" A creature emerges from the shadows. He stands on two feet, but has a dog-like muzzle and paws. His beady red eyes are filled with hunger. His tail drags the ground, and it's covered with green scales that glint in what tiny amount of light there is. Spikes protrude from his back, long and metallic. What kind of freak is this?! "Yummy… little… boy/girl."
Your eyes widen. He advances on you, his feet shuffling, never lifting from the ground. He towers above you as if he was the Twin Towers and you were a tree house. "Not good…" You gasp, you eyes seeking an escape route. No where out!
Saliva drips from his jaws as he nears you. You notice now that his fur is brownish, not black as you first had thought. "… Scrumptious little morsel…" He's above you now, and you stink back. You back comes against hard tree bark. You're cornered. A long trail of spit drips onto your shirt, and you shiver in disgust. His mouth opens wide, revealing long, yellow fangs with chunks of his last victim still clinging to his teeth. Your breathing has stopped, and you cringe down, unable to move. The branch slides from your hand and falls to the ground. You're going to die!
Closing your eyes, your thoughts wander back to your mother. Sure, she isn't the Mom-of-the-year type, but she loves you. And you'll never feel the warmth of her embrace again. Never hear your friends' voices. Never see the sunrise. You can feel his breath, hot and sticky, on your face. His fangs touch the bare skin of your neck and you scream bloody murder. Still, you eyes remain closed. His snarls of anticipation at swallowing you are all you hear… It's almost over… Just a little crunch and you neck will be snapped and it'll end… One gulp and you're gone…
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"You took quite a fall, ____. I'm sorry I startled you so terribly." Kurama's strong, calming voice said somewhere above you, his tone hushed so as not to further hurt your pulsing head. "Yukina saved some breakfast for you, so whenever you're ready to get up… But you can stay in bed as long as you like. I assume you'll accept the latter. Anyway, Botan was here this morning and I told her to let Koenma know you're in no condition to talk with him today, so-"
You interrupt him, your words accompanied with quiet little moans, "No… I-I think I can see him… Yeah, I'm fine, no need to put this thing off… Can I still see 'im today? I really wanna know what the heck is going on."
Kurama's answer is slightly flustered. You can't see him, by fault of your blurred vision, but you know he must look shocked. "Well, if you insist, _____. But this won't be the easiest to digest. The things he will tell you about yourself are not going to be what you want to hear…" Not sure what he means, you don't answer. Theres a long period of silence, then the sound f creaking floor boards as he sweeps from the room. "I'll see if I can get a hold of him…" You weren't aware that the room had smelled of roses until the sent left the room.
Kurama is a lot different then you would have figured. He seems a great deal more friendly, so unlike the little demon that attacked you. And what was Hiei's deal, anyway? Why the heck did he attack you? It's not like you looked like a demon! He said it himself, he didn't sense anything demonic about you. Whats his deal… Frustrated, you force your eyes to focus on the doorway, as though you expect the shorty to be watching you, plotting your death. No, although your vision still isn't the best, you can tell no one is there. The birds continue to sing, and the sun's soft rays of light steam through the window onto your blanket. Yukina's voice can be heard somewhere down the hall, her tone unusually worried. "No, Kurama, we can't just let ____ talk to Prince Koenma like this! It'll be to much for him/her! Besides, Koenma said he has other things he has to do, so ___ can't see him until next month."
"Next month?!" Kurama answered in aghast, his voice raised.
"Shh! Yes, I know it seems odd, but that's what he said. ____ is to stay here until called for. Master Genkai says she's going to put him/her through a few tests of her own while we wait. Hiei-kun doesn't seem to happy, you know. I think those two aren't compatible. Their personalities are to different."
"Or, to similar."
"Kura-chan! What do you mean? That nice little human is nothing like Hiei-kun. Hiei is far to… Well, you know."
Kurama dropped his voice, to quiet for you to hear. What did Kurama mean by that? Similar? You, and Hiei? Not even in an alternate universe where mutant goldfish rule the earth by placing control formula in the food, and you're the leader of a small pocket of resistance called "down with the fishes" club, and it's up to you to destroy the factory where they make the formula, and you have no friends and no mouth. Oh, and the only thing you ever say is "Hn," and, "fool". Wait, how can you say that if you have no mouth? And what are you talking about? Jeez, you're an odd kid. Mutant what? Okay, and you think you're the picture of mental health? The goldfish are more sane than you, buddy.
"What did Agent Ray have to say about all this?" Yukina says at last, her tone forcibly conversational. "About ____, I mean."
"Hikari says you find real power in the least likely of all places. I sopose that means she thinks that this kid is the one we want. Or, Koenma wants. Shikiba and Mokemono have basically the same opinion." Kurama heaved a sigh, his tone fringed with exhaustion.
Yukina, noticing this immediately, told him to go to bed. "When's the last time you took a cat nap, Kura-chan? You need to think about yourself a bit more, you know." Kurama's response to her motherly concern was a yawn and a soft chuckle. "Go on now, off to bed with you!"
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The day had dawned long before you had awoken, and the afternoon faded long before you arose. The dying sun cast long shadows across the lawn, giving you an eerie feeling. You walked alone around the outside of the Temple, a slight stiffness to your movement. You're careful to look out for Hiei, lest he find it amusing to give you another bloody lip. You can feel the liquid bandage on your skin, so you must have been treated while you were out. The wind has stopped, the stillness adding to your odd feeling. Creepy, yet you don't really know why.
You took this walk to think. But instead of buzzing with a hundred thoughts a second, your mind is dead. You cannot possibly fathom the idea that this is real, but how can you deny it? Rather than stick to the yard as you were instructed, you find yourself wandering in the general direction of the woods. These woods, you know, is the one in which Yuskue and the rest of Genkai's would-be pupils raced to the tallest tree. Without knowing it yourself, you start to run at the tree line, your heart pumping with the effort of going so fast. The wind caused by your sudden run blows your hair into your eyes, not that you notice. If Yuskue made it to that tree, than so can you. If you're really part demon, it should be a cinch, right?
So you power towards the ancient forest, your mind having been firmly made up. You've always had a thirst to prove yourself, though you never really noticed. You pretend you don't care, that you don't give a spit about grades or any of that stuff. But in truth, you don't try your hardest simply because you're afraid of failing. But no one is around to see you mess up. Almost at once, your skin pops up with goose bumps as the trees block the sun. You feet are no longer padding on grass, but crunching on leaves. The world has gone dark. The day had been darkening already, but as soon as your feet passed the tree line, it became night. Slowing your pace to a walk, you take a good look around. The trees tower over you, the leaves and branches tangled with vines. The underbrush is thick and filled with thorns and briars, hindering you. Frightening sounds of creatures you cannot see echo in the darkness. Creepy.
Your bad vibe is getting even more intense. Your neck breaks out in cold sweat and your heart races. You feel shivers play on your spine. "Heck no." You mutter, and turn on your heel, planning to leave. But the place where you entered is not there. You had assumed you would turn to see a break in the trees; some of what was left of the sun's light shinning in. But all you see is darkened woods and thick threes. The creatures' screeches are getting louder. And your bad vibe- now it's like an overpowering sense of doom. No one knows you left the safety of the temple's side. No one knows you're stupid enough to wander into a demon forest. No one knows you're trapped.
Tears fill your eyes. You've never had so many emotions run through you in such a quick succession. You feel as though you're a spinning tornado that consists of fear, pain, frustration, uncertainty, terror, confusion, and sadness. Where are you? Why are you here? Will your Mom ever find out what happened to her precious child? Will Hiei find whats left of your body and laugh, knowing you were never a demon? You put your hands over your ears, blocking out the hungry snarls of demons. Falling to your knees, you will it to end. Your terror is overwhelming! They'll rip you apart, all those sounds. They'll lurk in the shadows, horrifying you, then pounce and tear you apart. Coward! You're a coward! Giving up so soon! Fight, you have to fight! Why give yourself so willingly?
"Get lost!" You scream at the growls. Red eyes appear just beyond the next tree. Hundreds of them. Stumbling to your feet, you grasp a thick branch in your hand and wave it threateningly at the eyes. They snigger. Gulping, you take a step back. But your fear is fading. Suddenly you're peeved. They laughed at you! Now all you want to do is kill them. Every last sniggering little beast. "All right, come on and get me!" Either you're very brave, or stupid. "I dare ya!" Okay, I'm going with stupid. Obviously you hit your head to hard. You were never one to accept being laughed at, despite it happening so often. You'd think by now you'd be used to it.
"Smell good… Frufrufru… Delicious little human child for me…" A creature emerges from the shadows. He stands on two feet, but has a dog-like muzzle and paws. His beady red eyes are filled with hunger. His tail drags the ground, and it's covered with green scales that glint in what tiny amount of light there is. Spikes protrude from his back, long and metallic. What kind of freak is this?! "Yummy… little… boy/girl."
Your eyes widen. He advances on you, his feet shuffling, never lifting from the ground. He towers above you as if he was the Twin Towers and you were a tree house. "Not good…" You gasp, you eyes seeking an escape route. No where out!
Saliva drips from his jaws as he nears you. You notice now that his fur is brownish, not black as you first had thought. "… Scrumptious little morsel…" He's above you now, and you stink back. You back comes against hard tree bark. You're cornered. A long trail of spit drips onto your shirt, and you shiver in disgust. His mouth opens wide, revealing long, yellow fangs with chunks of his last victim still clinging to his teeth. Your breathing has stopped, and you cringe down, unable to move. The branch slides from your hand and falls to the ground. You're going to die!
Closing your eyes, your thoughts wander back to your mother. Sure, she isn't the Mom-of-the-year type, but she loves you. And you'll never feel the warmth of her embrace again. Never hear your friends' voices. Never see the sunrise. You can feel his breath, hot and sticky, on your face. His fangs touch the bare skin of your neck and you scream bloody murder. Still, you eyes remain closed. His snarls of anticipation at swallowing you are all you hear… It's almost over… Just a little crunch and you neck will be snapped and it'll end… One gulp and you're gone…
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