Me and the Penguin Army
Disclaimers: NO, ME NO OWN YU YU HAKUSHO!
Thoughts // (insert words) \\
Telepathic talk / "(Insert words)" \
*~* Means change from the story to Ixi, Chloe and Rayden or from the three to the story
Chapter 11 What's Normal Again?
I sighed and looked over at Yoko, his eyes were closed as he still held me in the comforting hug. I didn't bother him, in fact he seemed to enjoy my presence, unlike some I used to know.
Defendant #1, Kate Linwing, preppy older girl at Kato Jr. High. Oh what a sweet innocent little girl, so why was she before my jury? Oh did I mention her favorite hobbies include looking at magazines, rating boys on her hottie system, teasing younger kids, making my life a living hell, and shopping. Oh what was that mister Chief Justice? Repeat the second to last hobby? Making my life a living hell. Oh yes, how she enjoyed it, needed it to exist in her own world of twisted illusions and dreams. And oh what a world it was, full of sick, twisted ways to torment those younger than her, Kami please never let her have children, Lord only knows what those lil' angels will be like. *cough* demons *cough* Well actually Kato was the third school I had to leave because something other than an unexplained event. Yep, Kate sported two pretty purple eyes for a couple of weeks, or so I heard.
Defendant #2, Eric Jamison, poser punk looking for a fight in the wrong place. Always had a snappy comeback until he met me, oh did I ever beat him in the comebacks, I never missed a beat with that one. I would pity him except for he's the one who began the showdown of words. Takashi Elementary, my first school I was kicked out because of something I did that went explained, nice lil' report all typed up to show what happened, every word said, plus a few actions. My 'mom' nearly had a heart attack just reading what I said. Her exact words to me "Ixiada Dannia Dragona! Where in the world did you learn these words? You're only in 2nd grade!" "Uh, television mommy." Is what I said to her. Lets just say TV was supervised for a few months.
Defendant #3, Samuel Articu, total wannabe. What did he wanna be? Oh just me and stuff, thought I was cool because I punched out some guy. So basically he wanted me to be his bodyguard for free. Psh, that kid had some kinda death wish or sumthin'. He picked a fight with Merrick, tough bully type, and then he had the nerve to run to me to fight for him. The poor kid was in crutches for three months, though the last one I think was just to milk all the attention he was getting from the helper people. I almost pitied him, but he learned a good life lesson with me not helping. Moral of the story: Fight your own fights because if you expect someone else to nothing gets accomplished but an extra paycheck for the doctor. :P me and my logic.
Defendant #4 Miles Kimly, another prep, only a boy prep. Oh Lord strike me now lest you hear me rant about this poor excuse for a human being. Ooo, that boy, I could just choke him for all the made-up nonsense he said about me. Yeah, I'll take that and ram it right back down his ugly little throat, right back from where it came from. When my 'mom' read what I had said on that nice lil' typed report oh lord did she freak, it was worse than the first. And when she got to the second page, well I wasn't allowed anywhere for the rest of the year unless she was with me. Oh yeah, that was fun. Second school I was kicked out of, ah yes, my lovely time at Kasai Elementary, 3rd grade I do believe.
I do not blame these people; I blame the people who encouraged them. But I was always "different" in those people's minds. I'm a foster kid, one of those hot potato ones, you know pass it around. From age 1-10, I was passed around; no parent couple could contain me. All those lovey dovey sickos that always say, "Oh don't worry sweetie, we don't tell anyone about your 'problems'." And yet you'll catch them in conversation with another adult saying stuff like oh Ixi is just a horrible little monster, I would hate to meet her real parents, they must be bums! After awhile, the child service people skipped over the checking of past records of the applicants for me. That sick bastard will never forget me, lets just say that. Eventually I was placed with Peter "Spook" Jackson and Emily "Nymph" Torres. Married couple who simply kept their own last names. They never forced me to call them 'mom' or 'dad'; they actually asked me to call them Spook and Nymph, which were their nicknames. They never told me how they got those names, but hearing some of their stories gave me some really good guesses.
They are the only parents I have ever been with that understood me. Whenever something weird would happen they would move and take me with them. They are the best things to happen to me before Kyle came into the picture. In fact they encouraged me to go out and meet people my age. If they set a curfew it wasn't until 1, 2 o'clock in the morning, but I really only went out with Kyle and his curfew was usually midnight, and even then we were back home before then. Life was goin' good, the longest I had stayed in one place, an entire year and a half. Then that accident screwed it all up for me. Anything that's good gets taken away before I can truly enjoy it. But that is my life, no matter what happens life goes on, world keeps turning, people are born, people die, its an endless cycle of pain and joy. But for me, the pain out weighs the joy at this point.
"Ixi, whatcha thinking about? You've been really quiet." I looked up; familiar green eyes met my blue ones. "Kurama? What? Where is Yoko?" I asked looking around. Kurama looked up to the sky, "Uh, he had to go somewhere." "Oh, so you're here now?" "Well I'm not there." I laughed slightly. "Ready to go home?" Kurama asked standing up. I stood up too, "More than anything." I whispered following him. He must have heard me because I saw a sympathetic look in his eyes as he chanced a look back. //What, are all these people a superman for hearing? Jeez, the only way for them not to hear me is to talk in me head, but I'm starting to wonder if even that is safe anymore. Foxy in red has left me wondering. \\ Kurama chanced another look back at me and I saw him trying to suppress a laugh. "Hey wait just one minute there, Kurama!" I yelled putting my hands on my hips. He turned around and looked at me sort of confused. "What?" "Your telepathic and you've been reading my mind haven't you!?" Kurama put his hands half way up like he was saying don't shoot. "Where'd you get that idea?" I circled around him, as if I could tell he was telepathic by looking at him.
Suddenly I spun around, looking into the sky. "What?" Kurama asked looking up where I was. "What are those things? The whale thingies?" I asked pointing up at another flying group of the strange creatures. "Uh, I believe they are called uh, Ryuu-Kakudo (Dragon-Angel), a flying demon. They are relatives of dragons." Kurama started walking again, keeping an eye on the sky. "Are they dangerous?" I asked following him. "Very, the ryuu in them is very aggressive." "Oh, they seem so gentle though." "Ever since the disappearance of the dragon princess and the other royal family members." "What happened to the royals?" Kurama stopped walking and put his hand on a huge tree, a strange silverish-blue metal vine disappeared and reappeared into the dark bark of the tree. Kurama's hand began glowing green and a vortex of green energy appeared. He stepped through the vortex taking my hand. I gave one last look to the Ryuu-Kakudo before following him. //They're not bad . . . I know it. \\ As I stepped through the vortex, I felt like I was plunging through ice cold water.
I opened my eyes and saw I was standing in a park in the normal world. "Welcome to the world of humans." Kurama sarcastically said. I looked around and started walking forward. "Hey Kurama, what time is it?" Kurama jogged to catch up with me and looked at his watch. "Uh around 3 o'clock, why?" "Uh, no reason." I lied as I started running to the temple. Once I got there I ran to my room and began to destroy it, or at least it looked that way. "C'mon, where is the stupid thing!?" I exclaimed turning over a pile of books. "What stupid thing?" I heard Hiei ask as he attempted to walk over to me through my room. "It's a little red book. Looks rather old, it has gold corners on the cover." I pushed another stack of books over. "Uh this one?" Hiei asked as I turned to see what he'd found. There was my book. "Yes, that's it!" I cried trying to get to the other side of the room. "What is it? A diary or something?" He asked while examining the book. His hand opened the clasp and the book opened, a couple of pages and pictures falling out. "Hey!" I cried snatching up the fallen pages.
I managed to get one of the pages the exact time Hiei grabbed it. "Give it!" I cried pulled the paper. "Why? What is it?" Hiei asked while pulling harder. I could feel the paper starting to tear. "You're ripping it!" I cried as a slight tear started near the center. Hiei saw this too and let the paper go. I fell back and as I stood up I saw Hiei start to flip through the red book. I lunged at him, but he had moved before I reached him. Hiei moved again while looking at one of the fallen pictures. "Who is this?" He asked pointing to the boy in the picture. "No one." I said lunging forward to grab the picture but failing miserably. "Well why do you have a picture of no one?" Hiei asked once again dodging my attempts to reach him. "None of your business." I said trying again to get the spiky- haired boy. "Give it back Hiei!" I yelled. "Make me!" He snapped back. I lunged forward one last time, but I didn't see the pile of books. I tripped and fell hard onto the pile of books. A sharp searing pain ran through my leg. I got up, trying to ignore the pain I went to leave the room. "Ixi, are you okay?" I heard Hiei ask, but I simply ignored him. "Ixi?" Kurama's voice was the next to question me. I glared at the floor completely ignoring anyone or anything round me. I had gone into stubborn mode and nothing was going to get me out of it. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see who it was. "Ixi" A strange whisper of a voice rang out even though no one was there. "Hello? Is someone there?" "Ixi-san don't shut them out." Again no one was there but a voice was heard. "This isn't funny, who's there?" "Ixi, who ya talkin too?" I spun around and saw Yusuke looking at me with a confused face. "Oro?" I said while backing up. (Oro is like huh in Japanese I do believe) "Ixi, is something wrong?" Yusuke asked talking a step forward. "No, I'm good, nothings wrong." I turned and went to walk off, but tripped with my injured foot. "Damn!" I cursed under my breath as Yusuke came over to help me.
With Yusuke helping me we hobbled to the living room. "Sit here and don't move, I'll go get Kurama to help you, he's great with this kinda stuff." Yusuke took off in search of Kurama and I was forced to stay where I was. I sighed and leaned back just as Hiei came into the room. He stopped at the door and just sorta watched me for a second. I turned my head to face the other way clearly showing I was mad at him and didn't care for anything he had to say. "Ixi . . ." He started, but I turned with more emphasis. I could hear him sigh as he walked closer. "Here, I didn't read it or anything." I saw the little red book from the corner of my eyes. I grabbed it and said nothing to him. / "Ixi-chan?" \ //Since when am I dear to you? \\ / "Uh, since never but hey, conversation is conversation, no matter what's it about." \ //True I guess. \\ / "So what's up?" \ //Oh the sun, stars, ceiling, probably a bird or two flyin' around, or a plane. \\ / "Your so weird ya know that?" \ //Ever met a normal person? \\ / "Uh, no I don't believe I have." \ //Then how can I be weird if there is no normal? \\ / "Good question, lemme get back to you on that." \ //K, so what's new on your side of the block? \\ / "Nothing much, wait I got to go bye Ixi." \ //You always have to leave, well whatever, bye. \\
Ixi: It's taken me a while to update, why? Uh lemme get back to you on that, it's probably because I'm tryin to finish my other story. Well, yeah, sure, uh . . . (awkward silence) . . . Okay well I've got nothing left to say, unless I've forgotten, which is possible and I'm rambling aren't I? Well in any case Miny Mars thanks for reviewin' makes me feel so special, and if anyone has lyric requests just tell me song name and artist and I'll see what I can do. Yep and I'm goin to stop talkin now, bai ppl.
Disclaimers: NO, ME NO OWN YU YU HAKUSHO!
Thoughts // (insert words) \\
Telepathic talk / "(Insert words)" \
*~* Means change from the story to Ixi, Chloe and Rayden or from the three to the story
Chapter 11 What's Normal Again?
I sighed and looked over at Yoko, his eyes were closed as he still held me in the comforting hug. I didn't bother him, in fact he seemed to enjoy my presence, unlike some I used to know.
Defendant #1, Kate Linwing, preppy older girl at Kato Jr. High. Oh what a sweet innocent little girl, so why was she before my jury? Oh did I mention her favorite hobbies include looking at magazines, rating boys on her hottie system, teasing younger kids, making my life a living hell, and shopping. Oh what was that mister Chief Justice? Repeat the second to last hobby? Making my life a living hell. Oh yes, how she enjoyed it, needed it to exist in her own world of twisted illusions and dreams. And oh what a world it was, full of sick, twisted ways to torment those younger than her, Kami please never let her have children, Lord only knows what those lil' angels will be like. *cough* demons *cough* Well actually Kato was the third school I had to leave because something other than an unexplained event. Yep, Kate sported two pretty purple eyes for a couple of weeks, or so I heard.
Defendant #2, Eric Jamison, poser punk looking for a fight in the wrong place. Always had a snappy comeback until he met me, oh did I ever beat him in the comebacks, I never missed a beat with that one. I would pity him except for he's the one who began the showdown of words. Takashi Elementary, my first school I was kicked out because of something I did that went explained, nice lil' report all typed up to show what happened, every word said, plus a few actions. My 'mom' nearly had a heart attack just reading what I said. Her exact words to me "Ixiada Dannia Dragona! Where in the world did you learn these words? You're only in 2nd grade!" "Uh, television mommy." Is what I said to her. Lets just say TV was supervised for a few months.
Defendant #3, Samuel Articu, total wannabe. What did he wanna be? Oh just me and stuff, thought I was cool because I punched out some guy. So basically he wanted me to be his bodyguard for free. Psh, that kid had some kinda death wish or sumthin'. He picked a fight with Merrick, tough bully type, and then he had the nerve to run to me to fight for him. The poor kid was in crutches for three months, though the last one I think was just to milk all the attention he was getting from the helper people. I almost pitied him, but he learned a good life lesson with me not helping. Moral of the story: Fight your own fights because if you expect someone else to nothing gets accomplished but an extra paycheck for the doctor. :P me and my logic.
Defendant #4 Miles Kimly, another prep, only a boy prep. Oh Lord strike me now lest you hear me rant about this poor excuse for a human being. Ooo, that boy, I could just choke him for all the made-up nonsense he said about me. Yeah, I'll take that and ram it right back down his ugly little throat, right back from where it came from. When my 'mom' read what I had said on that nice lil' typed report oh lord did she freak, it was worse than the first. And when she got to the second page, well I wasn't allowed anywhere for the rest of the year unless she was with me. Oh yeah, that was fun. Second school I was kicked out of, ah yes, my lovely time at Kasai Elementary, 3rd grade I do believe.
I do not blame these people; I blame the people who encouraged them. But I was always "different" in those people's minds. I'm a foster kid, one of those hot potato ones, you know pass it around. From age 1-10, I was passed around; no parent couple could contain me. All those lovey dovey sickos that always say, "Oh don't worry sweetie, we don't tell anyone about your 'problems'." And yet you'll catch them in conversation with another adult saying stuff like oh Ixi is just a horrible little monster, I would hate to meet her real parents, they must be bums! After awhile, the child service people skipped over the checking of past records of the applicants for me. That sick bastard will never forget me, lets just say that. Eventually I was placed with Peter "Spook" Jackson and Emily "Nymph" Torres. Married couple who simply kept their own last names. They never forced me to call them 'mom' or 'dad'; they actually asked me to call them Spook and Nymph, which were their nicknames. They never told me how they got those names, but hearing some of their stories gave me some really good guesses.
They are the only parents I have ever been with that understood me. Whenever something weird would happen they would move and take me with them. They are the best things to happen to me before Kyle came into the picture. In fact they encouraged me to go out and meet people my age. If they set a curfew it wasn't until 1, 2 o'clock in the morning, but I really only went out with Kyle and his curfew was usually midnight, and even then we were back home before then. Life was goin' good, the longest I had stayed in one place, an entire year and a half. Then that accident screwed it all up for me. Anything that's good gets taken away before I can truly enjoy it. But that is my life, no matter what happens life goes on, world keeps turning, people are born, people die, its an endless cycle of pain and joy. But for me, the pain out weighs the joy at this point.
"Ixi, whatcha thinking about? You've been really quiet." I looked up; familiar green eyes met my blue ones. "Kurama? What? Where is Yoko?" I asked looking around. Kurama looked up to the sky, "Uh, he had to go somewhere." "Oh, so you're here now?" "Well I'm not there." I laughed slightly. "Ready to go home?" Kurama asked standing up. I stood up too, "More than anything." I whispered following him. He must have heard me because I saw a sympathetic look in his eyes as he chanced a look back. //What, are all these people a superman for hearing? Jeez, the only way for them not to hear me is to talk in me head, but I'm starting to wonder if even that is safe anymore. Foxy in red has left me wondering. \\ Kurama chanced another look back at me and I saw him trying to suppress a laugh. "Hey wait just one minute there, Kurama!" I yelled putting my hands on my hips. He turned around and looked at me sort of confused. "What?" "Your telepathic and you've been reading my mind haven't you!?" Kurama put his hands half way up like he was saying don't shoot. "Where'd you get that idea?" I circled around him, as if I could tell he was telepathic by looking at him.
Suddenly I spun around, looking into the sky. "What?" Kurama asked looking up where I was. "What are those things? The whale thingies?" I asked pointing up at another flying group of the strange creatures. "Uh, I believe they are called uh, Ryuu-Kakudo (Dragon-Angel), a flying demon. They are relatives of dragons." Kurama started walking again, keeping an eye on the sky. "Are they dangerous?" I asked following him. "Very, the ryuu in them is very aggressive." "Oh, they seem so gentle though." "Ever since the disappearance of the dragon princess and the other royal family members." "What happened to the royals?" Kurama stopped walking and put his hand on a huge tree, a strange silverish-blue metal vine disappeared and reappeared into the dark bark of the tree. Kurama's hand began glowing green and a vortex of green energy appeared. He stepped through the vortex taking my hand. I gave one last look to the Ryuu-Kakudo before following him. //They're not bad . . . I know it. \\ As I stepped through the vortex, I felt like I was plunging through ice cold water.
I opened my eyes and saw I was standing in a park in the normal world. "Welcome to the world of humans." Kurama sarcastically said. I looked around and started walking forward. "Hey Kurama, what time is it?" Kurama jogged to catch up with me and looked at his watch. "Uh around 3 o'clock, why?" "Uh, no reason." I lied as I started running to the temple. Once I got there I ran to my room and began to destroy it, or at least it looked that way. "C'mon, where is the stupid thing!?" I exclaimed turning over a pile of books. "What stupid thing?" I heard Hiei ask as he attempted to walk over to me through my room. "It's a little red book. Looks rather old, it has gold corners on the cover." I pushed another stack of books over. "Uh this one?" Hiei asked as I turned to see what he'd found. There was my book. "Yes, that's it!" I cried trying to get to the other side of the room. "What is it? A diary or something?" He asked while examining the book. His hand opened the clasp and the book opened, a couple of pages and pictures falling out. "Hey!" I cried snatching up the fallen pages.
I managed to get one of the pages the exact time Hiei grabbed it. "Give it!" I cried pulled the paper. "Why? What is it?" Hiei asked while pulling harder. I could feel the paper starting to tear. "You're ripping it!" I cried as a slight tear started near the center. Hiei saw this too and let the paper go. I fell back and as I stood up I saw Hiei start to flip through the red book. I lunged at him, but he had moved before I reached him. Hiei moved again while looking at one of the fallen pictures. "Who is this?" He asked pointing to the boy in the picture. "No one." I said lunging forward to grab the picture but failing miserably. "Well why do you have a picture of no one?" Hiei asked once again dodging my attempts to reach him. "None of your business." I said trying again to get the spiky- haired boy. "Give it back Hiei!" I yelled. "Make me!" He snapped back. I lunged forward one last time, but I didn't see the pile of books. I tripped and fell hard onto the pile of books. A sharp searing pain ran through my leg. I got up, trying to ignore the pain I went to leave the room. "Ixi, are you okay?" I heard Hiei ask, but I simply ignored him. "Ixi?" Kurama's voice was the next to question me. I glared at the floor completely ignoring anyone or anything round me. I had gone into stubborn mode and nothing was going to get me out of it. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see who it was. "Ixi" A strange whisper of a voice rang out even though no one was there. "Hello? Is someone there?" "Ixi-san don't shut them out." Again no one was there but a voice was heard. "This isn't funny, who's there?" "Ixi, who ya talkin too?" I spun around and saw Yusuke looking at me with a confused face. "Oro?" I said while backing up. (Oro is like huh in Japanese I do believe) "Ixi, is something wrong?" Yusuke asked talking a step forward. "No, I'm good, nothings wrong." I turned and went to walk off, but tripped with my injured foot. "Damn!" I cursed under my breath as Yusuke came over to help me.
With Yusuke helping me we hobbled to the living room. "Sit here and don't move, I'll go get Kurama to help you, he's great with this kinda stuff." Yusuke took off in search of Kurama and I was forced to stay where I was. I sighed and leaned back just as Hiei came into the room. He stopped at the door and just sorta watched me for a second. I turned my head to face the other way clearly showing I was mad at him and didn't care for anything he had to say. "Ixi . . ." He started, but I turned with more emphasis. I could hear him sigh as he walked closer. "Here, I didn't read it or anything." I saw the little red book from the corner of my eyes. I grabbed it and said nothing to him. / "Ixi-chan?" \ //Since when am I dear to you? \\ / "Uh, since never but hey, conversation is conversation, no matter what's it about." \ //True I guess. \\ / "So what's up?" \ //Oh the sun, stars, ceiling, probably a bird or two flyin' around, or a plane. \\ / "Your so weird ya know that?" \ //Ever met a normal person? \\ / "Uh, no I don't believe I have." \ //Then how can I be weird if there is no normal? \\ / "Good question, lemme get back to you on that." \ //K, so what's new on your side of the block? \\ / "Nothing much, wait I got to go bye Ixi." \ //You always have to leave, well whatever, bye. \\
Ixi: It's taken me a while to update, why? Uh lemme get back to you on that, it's probably because I'm tryin to finish my other story. Well, yeah, sure, uh . . . (awkward silence) . . . Okay well I've got nothing left to say, unless I've forgotten, which is possible and I'm rambling aren't I? Well in any case Miny Mars thanks for reviewin' makes me feel so special, and if anyone has lyric requests just tell me song name and artist and I'll see what I can do. Yep and I'm goin to stop talkin now, bai ppl.