The newest chapter is finished, and I know, it's short. I have a tendency to do that. Sorry! I just wanted to keep this one short to build up the intesity. Please read and review, and thank you to those who have commented, it is greatly appreciated
Kurama's thoughts crowded his mind as he strode down his street and around the corner to the house, the rain that had lasted through the night lessening by a fraction. The house loomed above him as it always had, the iron gates and sills that gripped the windows dripping with mist. A halting stream of water dripped off the roof where the gutter had been clogged to fall over the window that Suuichi had seen the girl through in his dream. Could she have been real? She had to be Suuichi decided. Karasu and Toguro had been there and they had been real enough in life.
Leaning on the gate, he looked up into the face of the building. He had to at least check and make sure that the girl wasn't there. The worst case was that someone else lived there now, and he would be slightly embarrassed. There was nothing for it but to go in.
Still Suuichi halted. And what was he supposed to do if she was there? he asked himself. Was he supposed to take her home with him? How would he explain that to his mother? Just say 'Oh, mom, I found this girl because of a dream I had. Can we keep her?' No. He would figure out what to do once he found if she actually existed and wasn't just a phantom that haunted his mind.
Gathering his thoughts Suuichi pushed against the gate. It held firmly in place, to his exasperation. He looked over the fence and looked for a latch; there was none. Stealing himself from growling in frustration like Yusuke would, Kurama jumped over the fence and caught his pants leg on one of the spikes that protruded from the top. He fell to the ground most ungracefully and unlike himself. Pushing off the ground, Suuichi flipped his hair out of his face in a very girlish manner and strode toward the door, examining the rip in his pants with depression. They were his favorite pants too!
Lifting his gaze back to the door, Kurama stopped. With an expert eye, he examined the oak door with distrust. It was his nature to distrust anything he was not familiar with, even things he was familiar with. As far as he could see, there were no secret latches that would trip alarms or send nasty surprises at unsuspecting visitors. With his inspection finished, Kurama raised a hesitant hand to the door. What if Karasu and Toguro had not been killed? What if they waited beyond the door, and the dream was one of their machinations? He didn't see how, but supposed it was possible. But what if the girl were real? another part of him asked. What if she were in trouble because of those two. The risk of running into the two destructive demons was worth it. His hand steadied, Kurama pounded on the door.