Fox's Name Part 2
I opened one eye at a time, blinked, and then opened them up wide. I had just realized something important. I was no longer sick and...
"Where is my shell!" I shouted while sitting up. I started looking around, not soaking in where I was. Then it hit me. My shell was in my room and I was not in my room. That was why I couldn't find it. I sighed. My poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor, but wonderful, poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor shell. All alone in my room. My beautiful shell. I started to think. It's all alone, without anyone to care for it! Tears filled my eyes lamenting the loss of my shell. All of a sudden, my thoughts were interrupted.
"Stupid. No wonder you're in an asylum!" A voice said in my head.
"Are you my conscience?" I whispered, looking at the ceiling. I didn't know where to look; I had no idea what a conscience looked like!
"Hn. Baka." The voice replied out loud. I looked around and saw three teenagers in the doorway. One was a short red eyed boy with hair that somehow reminded me of an animal I had seen in a book. It was black and white and stunk REALLY, REALLY bad. I think it was called a skunk. Then there was a tall one with red hair and kind green eyes. The third one had brown hair and was about the same height as the red head. He had 'JR' written on his forehead. What type of person does that? It was really messed up tattoo. He must be a new member of the asylum, I thought.
If the voice wasn't my conscience, then someone must have read my mind. Damn them. I felt my body getting hotter, but didn't pay any attention to it. I assumed that I was just getting stressed. I'd have never thought that it might be flames. Anyways, back on track. I glared angrily.
"If he was your conscience, then you would be truly mad." The red head said. I wasn't sure what he meant, so I kept quiet. The idea that someone had read my mind made me a little angry and I started to heat up. The three boys stared at me.
"Which one of you was reading my mind?" I growled. They were evil people. No one has ever tried to read my mind for years. It was mostly because the last person who tried, found themselves cremated before death. I smile at the memory. So did the small man. I could tell he was very evil.
"Did he really burn up? Then I had better watch out." He said sarcastically. That just made me madder. My body was getting to an unbearable amount of heat. It took a lot just to keep awake. I just stared at the small man with a powerful glare. You might say that I had been shooting daggers and of course I mean it literally. I was shooting daggers of flame.
"Die!" I screamed at him. I had never been angered to this extent for a long time. I noticed the brown haired man was staring. He said something to the red head. He obviously thought I couldn't hear him. Baka. My flames died without me noticing.
"Kurama," He said. So that was the red head's name. "She has never been here before. I am sure. I have seen all the rooms every year. They show me them."
"She must be new then."
"Her records don't say so. She has been here all her life."
"I'd like to see her room. She looks human, but her flames and energy say otherwise. Can you see strange spirit energy that is woven around her own? It is trapping her. I think we might learn more if we saw her room." He said and I butted in.
"What do you mean by spirit energy? That something is trapped inside of me? Why do you want to see my room?" I asked. My anger diminished. Mood swings can happen at the most oddest times. The red head, Kurama, I think it was, smiled kindly.
"We just want to know you a little better." Kurama said.
"Really? But I'm sorry that you can't see my room." I replied.
"We can see it if we want to baka." I looked at the short skunkhead when he had commented, prepared to be his bane.
"Do not call me that! My name is-" Then I hesitated for split second before continuing, " -Fox. Just call me Fox." The three of them looked at each other. "And, you can't see my rooms. I mean it."
"We could if I asked." The brown haired man said.
"That isn't it. You can't see them. Only trained eyes can. I wasn't supposed to know that, but I heard 'them' talking. If you can't see the room, then you can't get in. You have to know what to look for."
"How very interesting... May we try to 'see' your room?" Kurama asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I guess. Come on, I'll show you." I said while climbing out of my bed.
"But aren't you sick?"
"Don't worry! The effect should have worn off-" I froze in place, realizing I had blown my cover.
"Effects?" The brown haired boy asked. I remained silent. I refused to say a word.
"She took a poison Koenma. One that she made for herself." Hiei said coldly. I glared at him more anger than before; he had read my mind again. I stared as his robe caught fire. He quickly put it out before the Koenma saw. He returned my glare. "She also, clearly, needs to be trained."
Kurama smiled. "Yes, I can see that. Now, about that poison... I would like to know what it was."
"It doesn't have a name. I'm more interested in this 'needs to be trained' business. I assure you that I am most certainly trained. I have been since I was little. It is very rude to suggest otherwise." They gave me these looks that clearly insulted my intelligence.
"That's not what we meant, but we can discuss that later. I understand you made a poison without knowing what it was? Then you drank it?" Koenma asked me.
"It's not like that. I knew what it could do, but I don't have a name for it." Names. Everything has one but me. Damn it! "I keep them in my room."
"Them? As in more than one?" Kurama asked. Damn him. He shouldn't have clarified that.
"I would show you, but first you must do something for me."
"What?" Kurama asked.
"Don't tell him."
"Who?"
"Well, do you know the muffin man?"
"I am afraid not."
"Well, do you know Mr. Ihateallwhodontluvfluffyteddybears?"
"No" Kurama said. Hiei looked at me like I couldn't get any worse. I was beginning to get used to his deranged expressions. Koenma nodded; he knew who the guy was.
"He runs the building." Koenma said. Kurama and Hiei looked at him, startled. This was funny. Let them think I was crazy, I didn't care. The expressions were far too funny.
"That's him." Then feeling like being sane again, I climbed out of my bed and stopped by them. "Come on." I said while leaving the room. "It's this way.