Fine-o-friggin-ly I can get some writing done! This is more of a side story chapter. Bo gave me the idea. Thanks Bo! I don't own any of the characters...and I think that's it. Review and enjoy.
The Other Daughter
Part Five
Yoru checked her messages again. She had to be sure that no one called her out on assignment tonight. She sometimes wondered why she bothered. But she had gone out with Kurama a few more times, though none of them had ended the way their first date had. There was a knock on her door.
"That's what you're wearing?" were the first words out of Kurama's mouth.
Yoru looked down at her pin-strip pants, and blue sweater. She thought she looked nice. But her victim to fashion friend obviously didn't think so.
"Uh yeah?"
"Good thing I brought this then, go change."
He handed her a shopping bag, and gestured for her to hurry and change. She went into the bathroom and pulled out the contents of the bag. A black spaghetti strap dress with blood red fringe and a matching blood red shear scarf. There was also a pair of high heel shoes. Yoru sighed and got dressed. What was he planning?
Kurama drove, Yoru didn't recognize where they were going. It wasn't the red heads usual dwellings.
"We're here." He announced as he parked.
Yoru looked up at the building. Another dance club? This one looked much fancier than the one they usually went to with the sake bar.
"I've been dying to get in here forever," said Kurama. "I finally got in and I wanted to take you."
Yoru nodded, trying to think of something to say. By now Kurama had learned she wasn't that talkative.
They went inside, there were other people that looked to be about the same age as them, and dressed similar too. Yoru didn't see why this place was so special, the same music played, but the drinks were more expensive and the people weren't quite as friendly.
"Let's dance," said Kurama as the song changed. Yoru recognized it, it was one of Kurama's favorites, and she liked it in particular. It didn't have any lyrics, guitar music. Kurama had told her once that it was called "New Blues." He ked her onto the dance floor. The song started out slow and they lazily waltzed around in an almost tango-like style. Near the middle of the song the beat picked up and it got faster. Yoru had been started by this the first time but soon was able to change her pace to match Kurama as he spun her around. After the song got slow again it soon ended and Kurama and Yoru laughed. Turning they found that the usual crowd that gathered around them while they danced was maybe only half its normal size and the people soon dispersed.
After that they played a two more songs by the same artist as "New Blues" called "Summer Song" and "The Mystical Potato Head Groove Thing."
Kurama and Yoru say down and ordered drinks.
"Is that Minamino?" A voice said suddenly. The owner was a man shorter than Kurama, and a little below eye level with Yoru. He had black, slicked back hair. Another much taller man with red hair stepped up behind the black haired one.
"Kazuma, Urameshi." said Kurama smoothly.
"Out of your usual environment fox?" asked the tall red head.
"Surprised they even let you two in," said Kurama. A very short, kind faced girl with blue hair came up and took the big red heads arm."
"Kazuma what are you two doing now? Not causing trouble I hope."
"Oh, no Yukina. The fox boy's here," the one called Kazuma answered.
"Kurama!" the blue haired one called Yukina said, her face lighting up. "We haven't seen you in so long."
"That's probably why." The one with black hair pointed at Yoru. "Your new flavor of the day Kurama, or has she made it to flavor of the week?"
"This is Yoru," said Kurama. Yoru looked at him. Kurama's jaw was tight. She wondered who these people were.
"Kazuma let's dance!" said Yukina. The big red head looked like he was about to say no, but sighed and let the girl pull him onto the dance floor.
"Kuwabara is the most pitiful dancer," said the black haired man. Yoru assumed he must be Urameshi.
"So how're you doing Kurama?"
"Not bad."
"Bo and Hiei? They're good?"
"Yep."
"That's good."
The mood suddenly changed between the two. Yoru wondered what was going on.
"So, Yusuke, you seeing anyone?" asked Kurama.
"Nah. I did find a dance partner though. She's supposed to be the best dancer here. And I hear that you are pretty good on your home floor."
"Do I smell a challenge?" asked Kurama with a smile. Before Yoru could do anything he was pulling her the middle of the dance floor where Yusuke and his dance partner waited.
"Kurama...?" Before she could finish her sentence the music blared through the room.
"She's into superstitions. Black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premonition, that girls' gonna make me fall. She's into new sensations. New kicks in the candle light. She's got a new addiction for every day and night. She'll make your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. She'll make you live hr crazy life or she'll take away your pain. Like a bullet to your brain. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. Woke up in NYC in a funky cheap hotel. she took my heart and she took my money. She must've slipped me a sleeping pill. She never drinks the water and makes you order French champagne. Once you've had a taste of her you'll never be the same. Yeah she'll make you go insane. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. She'll make you live her crazy life until you go insane. No you'll never be the same. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca."
The two couples shook hands when the dance was done. The two men smiled slightly. But on the way back to the table Yoru fell in the heels and Kurama insisted on leaving to make sure if it was sprained she wouldn't hurt it more. She could just keep herself from telling him she'd endured worse. But how could she explain?
Kurama brought her back to his house. His two friends sat in the living room watching slasher movies, and crying from laughing so hard.
"RaRa! You're back! And you brought the girl you ditched us for in the store!" Bo said wiping her eyes on Hiei's shirt.
"Kurama this has to be the funniest one yet! Bo rewind it so they can watch with us!"
"Gladly!"
Bo rewound the movie while Kurama eased the protesting Yoru into a chair and gotice for her foot. Then he went and got her some of his clothes to wear. The previews had just ended when Yoru re-entered the room. They all settled down to watch.
By the end of the movie Bo and Hiei had gone through almost four boxes of the extra thick & soft tissues.
"I don't get it." said Yoru "They all died."
"That's what's so funny!" said Bo.
"I don't see the point. Killing isn't supposed to be so gruesome! Killing is an art! Haven't you ever heard of assassins! This is slanderous!"
"Yoru," said Kurama. "It's not real."
"But while you're here..." Hiei walked out of the room and returned with a stack of manila folders. "We've been doing research on that mysterious assassin. We're close too."
Yoru shifted through the papers. This wasn't a "mysterious assissin" these were HER murders. They were looking for her! What would happen if they found out? What would he do? She had to get away.
"I'm off to bed." said Bo. "Goodnight Kurama, Yoru."
"Night Boku." said Kurama.
Hiei followed Boku upstairs.
"I should go." said Yoru.
"Hold on a second." said Kurama. He dimmed the lights. "I bought you the heels. We both kind of owe each other."
He wrapped his arms around her, then started to cover her in quick kisses. After a few moments Yoru took his hands and placed them on her hips before wrapping hers around his shoulders.
"See..." said Kurama quietly. "And you were in a hurry to leave."
Then he leaned down and kissed her.
When Yoru woke up it was a little after four in the morning. She sighed and slipped off the couch to gather her things. She neatly folded Kurama's clothes and put the dress back on. She would return it some other time. Right now she had to be smooth and get away. Then she would really have to get away. Move away. Where? Who knows? Away.
"Ru?" Kurama asked groggily sitting up.
"Kurama," she breathed.
"You leaving?"
"Kurama. Things aren't working."
"Huh."
"If you knew who or what I really was than you would understand. But we can't be together."
"Yoru. What? Why?" He was fully awake now. He stood with a blanket wrapped around his waist. It was dark but she could tell he was troubled.
"Yoru. Don't understand."
"I know. Maybe you'll know someday."
"I love you."
She bit her tongue. "And that's exactly why we can't be together.
And that was part five! As you may or may not be able to tell I really enjoy listening to Joe Satriani. (New Blues, Summer Song, and Mystical Potato Head Groove Thing.) He's absolutely an amazing guitarist. His stuff is like. Whoa. That's not right. Anyways I'll let you all get on with your lives. Hope you enjoyed!
The Other Daughter
Part Five
Yoru checked her messages again. She had to be sure that no one called her out on assignment tonight. She sometimes wondered why she bothered. But she had gone out with Kurama a few more times, though none of them had ended the way their first date had. There was a knock on her door.
"That's what you're wearing?" were the first words out of Kurama's mouth.
Yoru looked down at her pin-strip pants, and blue sweater. She thought she looked nice. But her victim to fashion friend obviously didn't think so.
"Uh yeah?"
"Good thing I brought this then, go change."
He handed her a shopping bag, and gestured for her to hurry and change. She went into the bathroom and pulled out the contents of the bag. A black spaghetti strap dress with blood red fringe and a matching blood red shear scarf. There was also a pair of high heel shoes. Yoru sighed and got dressed. What was he planning?
Kurama drove, Yoru didn't recognize where they were going. It wasn't the red heads usual dwellings.
"We're here." He announced as he parked.
Yoru looked up at the building. Another dance club? This one looked much fancier than the one they usually went to with the sake bar.
"I've been dying to get in here forever," said Kurama. "I finally got in and I wanted to take you."
Yoru nodded, trying to think of something to say. By now Kurama had learned she wasn't that talkative.
They went inside, there were other people that looked to be about the same age as them, and dressed similar too. Yoru didn't see why this place was so special, the same music played, but the drinks were more expensive and the people weren't quite as friendly.
"Let's dance," said Kurama as the song changed. Yoru recognized it, it was one of Kurama's favorites, and she liked it in particular. It didn't have any lyrics, guitar music. Kurama had told her once that it was called "New Blues." He ked her onto the dance floor. The song started out slow and they lazily waltzed around in an almost tango-like style. Near the middle of the song the beat picked up and it got faster. Yoru had been started by this the first time but soon was able to change her pace to match Kurama as he spun her around. After the song got slow again it soon ended and Kurama and Yoru laughed. Turning they found that the usual crowd that gathered around them while they danced was maybe only half its normal size and the people soon dispersed.
After that they played a two more songs by the same artist as "New Blues" called "Summer Song" and "The Mystical Potato Head Groove Thing."
Kurama and Yoru say down and ordered drinks.
"Is that Minamino?" A voice said suddenly. The owner was a man shorter than Kurama, and a little below eye level with Yoru. He had black, slicked back hair. Another much taller man with red hair stepped up behind the black haired one.
"Kazuma, Urameshi." said Kurama smoothly.
"Out of your usual environment fox?" asked the tall red head.
"Surprised they even let you two in," said Kurama. A very short, kind faced girl with blue hair came up and took the big red heads arm."
"Kazuma what are you two doing now? Not causing trouble I hope."
"Oh, no Yukina. The fox boy's here," the one called Kazuma answered.
"Kurama!" the blue haired one called Yukina said, her face lighting up. "We haven't seen you in so long."
"That's probably why." The one with black hair pointed at Yoru. "Your new flavor of the day Kurama, or has she made it to flavor of the week?"
"This is Yoru," said Kurama. Yoru looked at him. Kurama's jaw was tight. She wondered who these people were.
"Kazuma let's dance!" said Yukina. The big red head looked like he was about to say no, but sighed and let the girl pull him onto the dance floor.
"Kuwabara is the most pitiful dancer," said the black haired man. Yoru assumed he must be Urameshi.
"So how're you doing Kurama?"
"Not bad."
"Bo and Hiei? They're good?"
"Yep."
"That's good."
The mood suddenly changed between the two. Yoru wondered what was going on.
"So, Yusuke, you seeing anyone?" asked Kurama.
"Nah. I did find a dance partner though. She's supposed to be the best dancer here. And I hear that you are pretty good on your home floor."
"Do I smell a challenge?" asked Kurama with a smile. Before Yoru could do anything he was pulling her the middle of the dance floor where Yusuke and his dance partner waited.
"Kurama...?" Before she could finish her sentence the music blared through the room.
"She's into superstitions. Black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premonition, that girls' gonna make me fall. She's into new sensations. New kicks in the candle light. She's got a new addiction for every day and night. She'll make your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. She'll make you live hr crazy life or she'll take away your pain. Like a bullet to your brain. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. Woke up in NYC in a funky cheap hotel. she took my heart and she took my money. She must've slipped me a sleeping pill. She never drinks the water and makes you order French champagne. Once you've had a taste of her you'll never be the same. Yeah she'll make you go insane. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. She'll make you live her crazy life until you go insane. No you'll never be the same. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. Upside inside out. She's livin' the vida loca. She'll push and pull you down. Livin' the vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin the color mocha. Livin' the vida loca. She's livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca. Livin' the vida loca."
The two couples shook hands when the dance was done. The two men smiled slightly. But on the way back to the table Yoru fell in the heels and Kurama insisted on leaving to make sure if it was sprained she wouldn't hurt it more. She could just keep herself from telling him she'd endured worse. But how could she explain?
Kurama brought her back to his house. His two friends sat in the living room watching slasher movies, and crying from laughing so hard.
"RaRa! You're back! And you brought the girl you ditched us for in the store!" Bo said wiping her eyes on Hiei's shirt.
"Kurama this has to be the funniest one yet! Bo rewind it so they can watch with us!"
"Gladly!"
Bo rewound the movie while Kurama eased the protesting Yoru into a chair and gotice for her foot. Then he went and got her some of his clothes to wear. The previews had just ended when Yoru re-entered the room. They all settled down to watch.
By the end of the movie Bo and Hiei had gone through almost four boxes of the extra thick & soft tissues.
"I don't get it." said Yoru "They all died."
"That's what's so funny!" said Bo.
"I don't see the point. Killing isn't supposed to be so gruesome! Killing is an art! Haven't you ever heard of assassins! This is slanderous!"
"Yoru," said Kurama. "It's not real."
"But while you're here..." Hiei walked out of the room and returned with a stack of manila folders. "We've been doing research on that mysterious assassin. We're close too."
Yoru shifted through the papers. This wasn't a "mysterious assissin" these were HER murders. They were looking for her! What would happen if they found out? What would he do? She had to get away.
"I'm off to bed." said Bo. "Goodnight Kurama, Yoru."
"Night Boku." said Kurama.
Hiei followed Boku upstairs.
"I should go." said Yoru.
"Hold on a second." said Kurama. He dimmed the lights. "I bought you the heels. We both kind of owe each other."
He wrapped his arms around her, then started to cover her in quick kisses. After a few moments Yoru took his hands and placed them on her hips before wrapping hers around his shoulders.
"See..." said Kurama quietly. "And you were in a hurry to leave."
Then he leaned down and kissed her.
When Yoru woke up it was a little after four in the morning. She sighed and slipped off the couch to gather her things. She neatly folded Kurama's clothes and put the dress back on. She would return it some other time. Right now she had to be smooth and get away. Then she would really have to get away. Move away. Where? Who knows? Away.
"Ru?" Kurama asked groggily sitting up.
"Kurama," she breathed.
"You leaving?"
"Kurama. Things aren't working."
"Huh."
"If you knew who or what I really was than you would understand. But we can't be together."
"Yoru. What? Why?" He was fully awake now. He stood with a blanket wrapped around his waist. It was dark but she could tell he was troubled.
"Yoru. Don't understand."
"I know. Maybe you'll know someday."
"I love you."
She bit her tongue. "And that's exactly why we can't be together.
And that was part five! As you may or may not be able to tell I really enjoy listening to Joe Satriani. (New Blues, Summer Song, and Mystical Potato Head Groove Thing.) He's absolutely an amazing guitarist. His stuff is like. Whoa. That's not right. Anyways I'll let you all get on with your lives. Hope you enjoyed!