Charms Chapter 2
I still don't own them -_-'
Please comment. Enjoy.
[Dream]
["Hiei look!" yokai Kurama held out his hands. The fire demon smiled to see a delicate flower in full bloom. The wind blowing over the open field lapped up the flower's sweet scent and played with long silver locks. "I want to give it to you." Shuichi Kurama offered, red hair tossed by the same breeze. Hiei carefully took the flower, frowning. "Don't you...like it?" The brunet turned away as his black dragon scar writhed on his arm. "What's wrong?" the red head reached out with a claw of his former life.
"So...human..." Hiei's fire surrounded them.
"Please stop!" Kurama screamed grabbing his head and feeling familiar fox ears some how on this human body. He looked at his hands wondering how his body could have taken on this monstrous form. He called out to Hiei in despiration. Only to stop the breath in his throat. The fire demon was staring right at him the last remains of the blossom ablaze. "Why?" his eyes stung not from the smoke or the flames but from the overwhelming pain in his heart. "Hiei!"]
"Shuichi!" His mother's voice demanded his attention.
"Ma...mother?" Kurama looked at her as the adrenaline began to subside.
"Are you alright?" Her hands gripped his shoulders. "Were you having a nightmare?"
"Yes." he admitted. "I'm sorry I worried you." she let go of him and he sat up straight.
"Well, as long as you're alright." she let out a heavy breath. "If you don't want to go to school, I understand." she told him.
"School?" he looked at the clock. "Uh! Excuse me mother I have to get dressed." Kurama hurried her out of his room.
Moments later he was running out the door without breakfast and his mother chasing him down the street with his lunch.
"Thank godness." Shuichi breathed relief at his classroom door just as the final bell rang.
"Please take your seat." the teacher, Miss Hinageshi, requested just behind him.
"Oh," The red head moved to obey. "Yes ma'am." When all the students were in there seats the teacher began the class with an announcement.
"Everyone! We have a new student who will be joining our class. Daiki Hikari." She motioned to the door. After a moment a timid looking boy peeked into the classroom. "Please come in." she requested sternly.
"Ha-Hai!" the stawberry blond young man jumped to attention at the front of the class. He was turning red from embarassment. Kurama wanted to laugh but he felt too sorry for the shy boy.
"Please introduce yourself." The teacher tapped a short stack of papers on her podium.
"But you just..." Daiki started...
"Mr. Hazama." she stated his name sternly to reiterate her request.
"Ah," he straighted like a soldier. "I'm Daiki Hazama." he bowed. "P-Pleased to meet you."
"Very good." Miss Hinageshi said, satisfied. "Mr. Hazama, our class president will assist you as you need in your knowledge of the school grounds and feel free to ask questions on assignments and so forth. I trust that is acceptible mr. president?" that was his cue, Shuichi stood.
"Yes ma'am." he told her.
"Excellent. Please take your seat Mr. Hazama." the teacher instructed.
"Okay." he looked around for an empty desk. Shuichi cleared his throat to get the boy's attention. "Right." he passed through the desks and found the one by Kurama. "Thanks." Daiki sat.
Kurama smiled. He was forced to be class president because of his popularity with the ladies of the class in particular. He never asked for the attention or the assignment but that was school life. But how much longer would this last, he wondered? This human persona was just a cover and now that his mother was well he had no need to even be here anymore. So then...why...
I still don't own them -_-'
Please comment. Enjoy.
[Dream]
["Hiei look!" yokai Kurama held out his hands. The fire demon smiled to see a delicate flower in full bloom. The wind blowing over the open field lapped up the flower's sweet scent and played with long silver locks. "I want to give it to you." Shuichi Kurama offered, red hair tossed by the same breeze. Hiei carefully took the flower, frowning. "Don't you...like it?" The brunet turned away as his black dragon scar writhed on his arm. "What's wrong?" the red head reached out with a claw of his former life.
"So...human..." Hiei's fire surrounded them.
"Please stop!" Kurama screamed grabbing his head and feeling familiar fox ears some how on this human body. He looked at his hands wondering how his body could have taken on this monstrous form. He called out to Hiei in despiration. Only to stop the breath in his throat. The fire demon was staring right at him the last remains of the blossom ablaze. "Why?" his eyes stung not from the smoke or the flames but from the overwhelming pain in his heart. "Hiei!"]
"Shuichi!" His mother's voice demanded his attention.
"Ma...mother?" Kurama looked at her as the adrenaline began to subside.
"Are you alright?" Her hands gripped his shoulders. "Were you having a nightmare?"
"Yes." he admitted. "I'm sorry I worried you." she let go of him and he sat up straight.
"Well, as long as you're alright." she let out a heavy breath. "If you don't want to go to school, I understand." she told him.
"School?" he looked at the clock. "Uh! Excuse me mother I have to get dressed." Kurama hurried her out of his room.
Moments later he was running out the door without breakfast and his mother chasing him down the street with his lunch.
"Thank godness." Shuichi breathed relief at his classroom door just as the final bell rang.
"Please take your seat." the teacher, Miss Hinageshi, requested just behind him.
"Oh," The red head moved to obey. "Yes ma'am." When all the students were in there seats the teacher began the class with an announcement.
"Everyone! We have a new student who will be joining our class. Daiki Hikari." She motioned to the door. After a moment a timid looking boy peeked into the classroom. "Please come in." she requested sternly.
"Ha-Hai!" the stawberry blond young man jumped to attention at the front of the class. He was turning red from embarassment. Kurama wanted to laugh but he felt too sorry for the shy boy.
"Please introduce yourself." The teacher tapped a short stack of papers on her podium.
"But you just..." Daiki started...
"Mr. Hazama." she stated his name sternly to reiterate her request.
"Ah," he straighted like a soldier. "I'm Daiki Hazama." he bowed. "P-Pleased to meet you."
"Very good." Miss Hinageshi said, satisfied. "Mr. Hazama, our class president will assist you as you need in your knowledge of the school grounds and feel free to ask questions on assignments and so forth. I trust that is acceptible mr. president?" that was his cue, Shuichi stood.
"Yes ma'am." he told her.
"Excellent. Please take your seat Mr. Hazama." the teacher instructed.
"Okay." he looked around for an empty desk. Shuichi cleared his throat to get the boy's attention. "Right." he passed through the desks and found the one by Kurama. "Thanks." Daiki sat.
Kurama smiled. He was forced to be class president because of his popularity with the ladies of the class in particular. He never asked for the attention or the assignment but that was school life. But how much longer would this last, he wondered? This human persona was just a cover and now that his mother was well he had no need to even be here anymore. So then...why...