Summary: Kurama becomes enraptured with a girl named Andra and follows her back to her home in America. But there are some things keeping him from her. Namely: her boyfriend Mick. What will Kurama do?
Disclaimer: I do not own YuYu Hakusho nor do I own our dear Kurama (though God knows I wish I did). However, I do own rights to Leia, Andra, Mick, Amama, and Sicily.
A/N: I was reading online manga when I came up with the concept for this. I've only gotten to where Hiei is by himself with that midget demon dude on his shoulder in #10, so I have no idea what kind of power Kurama has. I also have no idea how old he is, so, in this story, he's seventeen. He is also haunted by a past love called Leia and relives her death, and other events, in his dreams. It's complicated and twisty, so I'll give that story it's own chapter later on, when he's talking to Andra. Plus, I was in a violent mood, so chapter one involves Kurama getting hit by this chick Andra's car. Some time later in the story, I'll include him falling out of a tree and getting in a fist fight with Mick, so keep your eyes peeled. Also, this is my first YuYu Hakusho fanfic, so, if you must flame, spare me your most vicious flames. Now, on with the story!
Chapter 1: The Meeting
As he had many times in the past, Kurama walked silently down the street with his hands in his pockets, whistling a solemn tune. As always, he was lost in thought. His brilliant red hair fluttered the tiniest bit across his face, painting a picture of stolid wisdom. His intense bluish- silver eyes, though, painted an entirely different picture. This one, along with his youthful features, made him appear innocent and naive.
He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings and even less to where he was going. He walked out into the street, barely noticing the curb. He was partway across the street when a car came zooming around the corner, just 1 km/h over the speed limit, and hit him. He collapsed, unconscious, but still lost in his own thoughts. He never even knew what hit him.
Andra sat beside the bed, biting her thumbnail. She hadn't meant to hit him, hadn't even realized she was speeding. She could have sworn he hadn't been there a moment before. She looked down at the sleeping, minorly bruised, red-haired boy laying in the guest bed. She stared at his face, bewildered. He looked like a fourteen-year-old, but he was tall enough to be about seventeen. She watched his face contort in pain or fear. "He must be dreaming..." Andra whispered to herself. "Wonder what his name is..."
"Kurama!!!" He reached out to the purple-haired girl, but it was too late. "KuraMAAAAAA!!!" He watched helplessly as the girl, a faint memory told him her name was Leia, fell into the darkness below him. He could feel the hot tears coming to his eyes again. He hated this dream, he truly did. It tore his heart up every time he had to relive it. If only she'd leave him alone and let him move on. He jerked his head away from the image of her face and the scene went dark, giving way to painful, dancing stars accompanied by a sharp pain in his head, rather like the aftershock of a headache. He slowly opened his eyes. He saw the most heavenly face known to man. For a moment, he imagined the girl had purple hair and lavender-and-silver eyes, but that image passed and he saw the girl clearly, long, golden-brown hair and honeyed-hazel eyes. He was sure she couldn't tell his eyes were open and he watched her chew worriedly on her thumbnail. He had a sudden urge and couldn't control his hand. He reached up and touched her cheek. She jumped, but allowed him to touch her. "So, you're finally awake, huh?" she said, meeting his gaze. "Finally? How long have I been out?" he asked. His moderately deep voice resonated in her ears, making her heart begin to race. "J-just a c-couple of hours. N- not that l-long." she answered, flushing a bit. He chuckled, but it turned into a groan of pain. "Oh God! You're bleeding again! Don't move a muscle! I'll be right back!" she exclaimed, jumping up. Kurama felt his head where the pain started. His fingers came away wet and red with his own blood. He groaned. He hated blood. He also hated pain. And what his brain was telling him about how he felt for this girl didn't help much either. He was in agony, lovely, lovely agony.
Disclaimer: I do not own YuYu Hakusho nor do I own our dear Kurama (though God knows I wish I did). However, I do own rights to Leia, Andra, Mick, Amama, and Sicily.
A/N: I was reading online manga when I came up with the concept for this. I've only gotten to where Hiei is by himself with that midget demon dude on his shoulder in #10, so I have no idea what kind of power Kurama has. I also have no idea how old he is, so, in this story, he's seventeen. He is also haunted by a past love called Leia and relives her death, and other events, in his dreams. It's complicated and twisty, so I'll give that story it's own chapter later on, when he's talking to Andra. Plus, I was in a violent mood, so chapter one involves Kurama getting hit by this chick Andra's car. Some time later in the story, I'll include him falling out of a tree and getting in a fist fight with Mick, so keep your eyes peeled. Also, this is my first YuYu Hakusho fanfic, so, if you must flame, spare me your most vicious flames. Now, on with the story!
Chapter 1: The Meeting
As he had many times in the past, Kurama walked silently down the street with his hands in his pockets, whistling a solemn tune. As always, he was lost in thought. His brilliant red hair fluttered the tiniest bit across his face, painting a picture of stolid wisdom. His intense bluish- silver eyes, though, painted an entirely different picture. This one, along with his youthful features, made him appear innocent and naive.
He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings and even less to where he was going. He walked out into the street, barely noticing the curb. He was partway across the street when a car came zooming around the corner, just 1 km/h over the speed limit, and hit him. He collapsed, unconscious, but still lost in his own thoughts. He never even knew what hit him.
Andra sat beside the bed, biting her thumbnail. She hadn't meant to hit him, hadn't even realized she was speeding. She could have sworn he hadn't been there a moment before. She looked down at the sleeping, minorly bruised, red-haired boy laying in the guest bed. She stared at his face, bewildered. He looked like a fourteen-year-old, but he was tall enough to be about seventeen. She watched his face contort in pain or fear. "He must be dreaming..." Andra whispered to herself. "Wonder what his name is..."
"Kurama!!!" He reached out to the purple-haired girl, but it was too late. "KuraMAAAAAA!!!" He watched helplessly as the girl, a faint memory told him her name was Leia, fell into the darkness below him. He could feel the hot tears coming to his eyes again. He hated this dream, he truly did. It tore his heart up every time he had to relive it. If only she'd leave him alone and let him move on. He jerked his head away from the image of her face and the scene went dark, giving way to painful, dancing stars accompanied by a sharp pain in his head, rather like the aftershock of a headache. He slowly opened his eyes. He saw the most heavenly face known to man. For a moment, he imagined the girl had purple hair and lavender-and-silver eyes, but that image passed and he saw the girl clearly, long, golden-brown hair and honeyed-hazel eyes. He was sure she couldn't tell his eyes were open and he watched her chew worriedly on her thumbnail. He had a sudden urge and couldn't control his hand. He reached up and touched her cheek. She jumped, but allowed him to touch her. "So, you're finally awake, huh?" she said, meeting his gaze. "Finally? How long have I been out?" he asked. His moderately deep voice resonated in her ears, making her heart begin to race. "J-just a c-couple of hours. N- not that l-long." she answered, flushing a bit. He chuckled, but it turned into a groan of pain. "Oh God! You're bleeding again! Don't move a muscle! I'll be right back!" she exclaimed, jumping up. Kurama felt his head where the pain started. His fingers came away wet and red with his own blood. He groaned. He hated blood. He also hated pain. And what his brain was telling him about how he felt for this girl didn't help much either. He was in agony, lovely, lovely agony.