Kuwabara nodded, and Yuusuke changed into his regular clothes. "Wait..." He said, and Kuwabara looked at him; "What did you guys tell Shiori?"
"We told her that you and Kurama were attacked by a gang member with a knife." Kuwabara said sadly, "I never seen a women cry so much..." Yuusuke didn't say anything, but followed Kuwabara down to the check out desk, and signed himself out. He trailed slowly behind Kuwabara, not really noticing anything...he really didn't care. Sometimes he would glance up to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep, and this was one big nightmare, but the harsh reality of it was that it was all to real. Everything seemed to hurt his head, because it was killing him. Kids laughing, adults talking, dogs barking...he wanted to drown it all out, he wanted everything to be silent so he could actually think. And most of all, he wanted this pounding headache to go away. Kuwabara stopped, and Yuusuke looked up; he was home. He walked in by himself, Kuwabara just watched him in, and trudged up to his room. He stopped by the bathroom and opened the medicine cabnet, and drinking water right from the sink, he swallowed some asprins. He needed the silence of his room to think, it was the only way he was going to get a piece of mind. He sank down into his chair, and took a deep, shaky breath. He remembered everything up to the point he and Kurama fell out of the freaky world, and he remembered the pressure in the world he was in. Why couldn't he remember what had happened next?! He hadn't blacked out.
"Shizuru said that my mind couldn't handle the trauma," He said aloud, "But there is a diffrence between forgetting and not wanting to know, and forgetting, and NEEDING to know." He strained his head, but came up with only a blank. I don't just need to know, I want to know. I want to know what he said, I want to know if he suffered because of me, why can't I remember, dammit?! He thought. He was so frustrated, he didn't notice the pain of his nails digging into his palm, nor did he notice when blood started to drip down his fingers. His head was pounding now, and he layed his head down on the desk, and fell asleep. He started dreaming, he was in a huge crowd, and there was a dull pounding noise thoughout the area. Everyone was pushing against him, and he fell, skinning the plam of his hand, so he let himself be carried with the crowd. Suddenly, he saw a flash of red hair. He quickly turned and saw Kurama going the opposit way. He tried to follow him, but the pressure of the crowd was to much. He yelled to Kurama, but his voice echoed oddly, and Kurama turned to look at him. His once crystal clear emerald eyes now held a heavy sadness. He tried to speak, but Yuusuke realized he didn't have a voice. Though he didn't need one. Yuusuke had spent so much time watching Kurama, that he could easily read his lips. His message was;
"I'm sorry, Yuusuke."
"Sorry for what? Kurama, where are you?" Yuusuke called to him, but Kurama shook his head, and liped back to him;
"Help me, Yuusuke." And Yuusuke's head shot up. He realized he must've been sleeping for several hours, because it was now dark. He felt an empty feeling welling up within him. That dream, he depicted, it was so real, so...vivid. Kurama had tried to tell him something. Kurama needed his help. He shook his head...how was he sure it wasn't just a dream? Then he felt the stinging pain in his palm, and saw the scrap marks left from being tripped. [a/n please don't confuse these marks with the nail marks he was digging into his skin .] He stared at his palm for a few seconds, amazed, and then looked up, determined. He knew that Kurama had contacted him because he thought Yuusuke could help. He just had to figure out a way to reach Kurama again...then it hit him. Kurama must be only able to reach him in his subconcious. He shook his head; I can't sleep forever! He thought to himself. That theory vanished, however, when Yuusuke saw Shuichi standing before him, clear as day.
"I already warned him. If he comes around you again, hes gone for good. That didn't seem to disturb him much, so I said I'd do the samething to you as I did to him. Pity, you can't remember what happened, can you?" He laughed, and shot a beam of white light at Yuusuke. Suddenly, Yuusuke jumped, and realized that everything had been a dream. He was sitting in his room, there were no marks on his hand, save for the ones he gave himself.
"No..." Yuusuke said, "Dreaming...again..." Suddenly, the phone rang, and he rushed downstairs to answer it. It was nothing but heavy static. He hung it back up, and realized he could see something at the end of his hallway. He rushed forward, ready to fight if it were Shuichi, but the closer he got, the less dense it was, until when he was upon it, it was gone. What the hell was that? He thought to himself. Suddenly, there was a burst of bright light, and Yuusuke found himself at the park, where Kuwabara had said they had found himself and Kurama. He didn't see anything, but he heard muffled voices, and flashes of light, sometimes the flashes were red. It was like trying to remember a childhood memory...only switches were understood. He realized then someone was shaking him, and he opened his eyes. Atsuko was standing over him.
"Yuusuke! Are you okay?" She asked, and he nodded, feeling his head. He had a major headache. Then it hit him...if he could remember what had happened, maybe...maybe he could bring back Kurama!!
Ahah! Chapter completed! You see, I do work quick! Well, will Yuusuke be able to save Kurama before its too late...? And what exactly do I mean by 'too late'? ::shrugs:: I dunno either, but you'll find out in the next chapter!
"We told her that you and Kurama were attacked by a gang member with a knife." Kuwabara said sadly, "I never seen a women cry so much..." Yuusuke didn't say anything, but followed Kuwabara down to the check out desk, and signed himself out. He trailed slowly behind Kuwabara, not really noticing anything...he really didn't care. Sometimes he would glance up to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep, and this was one big nightmare, but the harsh reality of it was that it was all to real. Everything seemed to hurt his head, because it was killing him. Kids laughing, adults talking, dogs barking...he wanted to drown it all out, he wanted everything to be silent so he could actually think. And most of all, he wanted this pounding headache to go away. Kuwabara stopped, and Yuusuke looked up; he was home. He walked in by himself, Kuwabara just watched him in, and trudged up to his room. He stopped by the bathroom and opened the medicine cabnet, and drinking water right from the sink, he swallowed some asprins. He needed the silence of his room to think, it was the only way he was going to get a piece of mind. He sank down into his chair, and took a deep, shaky breath. He remembered everything up to the point he and Kurama fell out of the freaky world, and he remembered the pressure in the world he was in. Why couldn't he remember what had happened next?! He hadn't blacked out.
"Shizuru said that my mind couldn't handle the trauma," He said aloud, "But there is a diffrence between forgetting and not wanting to know, and forgetting, and NEEDING to know." He strained his head, but came up with only a blank. I don't just need to know, I want to know. I want to know what he said, I want to know if he suffered because of me, why can't I remember, dammit?! He thought. He was so frustrated, he didn't notice the pain of his nails digging into his palm, nor did he notice when blood started to drip down his fingers. His head was pounding now, and he layed his head down on the desk, and fell asleep. He started dreaming, he was in a huge crowd, and there was a dull pounding noise thoughout the area. Everyone was pushing against him, and he fell, skinning the plam of his hand, so he let himself be carried with the crowd. Suddenly, he saw a flash of red hair. He quickly turned and saw Kurama going the opposit way. He tried to follow him, but the pressure of the crowd was to much. He yelled to Kurama, but his voice echoed oddly, and Kurama turned to look at him. His once crystal clear emerald eyes now held a heavy sadness. He tried to speak, but Yuusuke realized he didn't have a voice. Though he didn't need one. Yuusuke had spent so much time watching Kurama, that he could easily read his lips. His message was;
"I'm sorry, Yuusuke."
"Sorry for what? Kurama, where are you?" Yuusuke called to him, but Kurama shook his head, and liped back to him;
"Help me, Yuusuke." And Yuusuke's head shot up. He realized he must've been sleeping for several hours, because it was now dark. He felt an empty feeling welling up within him. That dream, he depicted, it was so real, so...vivid. Kurama had tried to tell him something. Kurama needed his help. He shook his head...how was he sure it wasn't just a dream? Then he felt the stinging pain in his palm, and saw the scrap marks left from being tripped. [a/n please don't confuse these marks with the nail marks he was digging into his skin .] He stared at his palm for a few seconds, amazed, and then looked up, determined. He knew that Kurama had contacted him because he thought Yuusuke could help. He just had to figure out a way to reach Kurama again...then it hit him. Kurama must be only able to reach him in his subconcious. He shook his head; I can't sleep forever! He thought to himself. That theory vanished, however, when Yuusuke saw Shuichi standing before him, clear as day.
"I already warned him. If he comes around you again, hes gone for good. That didn't seem to disturb him much, so I said I'd do the samething to you as I did to him. Pity, you can't remember what happened, can you?" He laughed, and shot a beam of white light at Yuusuke. Suddenly, Yuusuke jumped, and realized that everything had been a dream. He was sitting in his room, there were no marks on his hand, save for the ones he gave himself.
"No..." Yuusuke said, "Dreaming...again..." Suddenly, the phone rang, and he rushed downstairs to answer it. It was nothing but heavy static. He hung it back up, and realized he could see something at the end of his hallway. He rushed forward, ready to fight if it were Shuichi, but the closer he got, the less dense it was, until when he was upon it, it was gone. What the hell was that? He thought to himself. Suddenly, there was a burst of bright light, and Yuusuke found himself at the park, where Kuwabara had said they had found himself and Kurama. He didn't see anything, but he heard muffled voices, and flashes of light, sometimes the flashes were red. It was like trying to remember a childhood memory...only switches were understood. He realized then someone was shaking him, and he opened his eyes. Atsuko was standing over him.
"Yuusuke! Are you okay?" She asked, and he nodded, feeling his head. He had a major headache. Then it hit him...if he could remember what had happened, maybe...maybe he could bring back Kurama!!
Ahah! Chapter completed! You see, I do work quick! Well, will Yuusuke be able to save Kurama before its too late...? And what exactly do I mean by 'too late'? ::shrugs:: I dunno either, but you'll find out in the next chapter!