Dear all, I give you...drum roll...a disclaimer.
Hiei: She don't own jack squat.
Sue:
Dear Nene,
Yes, I know, I'm supposed to be dead, but, things didn't work out.
Long story short, I did die, but I was resurrected, and now I'm living with this nitwit clean freak Kurama. He smells like roses all the time. Ehh. I now inhabit the down stairs basement, which was reason for Shiori, Kurama's mom, to apologize over and over again. Again.
I don't go to Sara High, anymore. I was transferred into the Prep school for…er, preps, Meiou High. I like the black outfits, and got a good laugh at Kurama, who's uniform consisted of pink. It still cracks me up.
I don't really know why I'm still alive. I don't want to be, but….I was looking forward to a peaceful death so much. I don't want to deal anymore. Guess I have to.
Technically, I'm a ghost, but, my body wouldn't expel me, so, I'm like a hybrid. I can go invisible, transparent, I can go through walls, and hover, or, at least, Koenma says I should be able to. Gotta go, class is changing, but I'll write more later.
Sayonara,
Kawa
Kawa growled as Kurama dragged her from her seat and out of the classroom for fifth period and to the lunch room.
" Kurama-kun, can I not just skip?" she moaned, hiding her diary in her satchel and turning around the other way, feet dragging against the ground.
" No, Kawatta, you cannot skip lunch, nor class, nor school," Kurama said sternly, shoving her through the door.
" I don't want to eat, and you are a cold blooded tyrant," Kawa grumbled, picking up a tray. " Can we at least eat out side?"
Kurama contemplated the notion and sighed, nodding. Kawa giggled and clapped retardedly, earning raised eyebrows from the nearest tables. She ran ahead of Kurama and out of the doors, stopping and looking up a large, shady sakura tree. She placed her tray in the crook of two low lying branches and hoisted her self up the trunk, sitting on a thick branch overlooking the patch of grass Kurama chose to sit on.
" I really hate you," Kawa said absent mindedly as she watched the Kitsune place his silverware gently aside and push the touching foods on his plate apart as if he had OCD.
" And I have Sakura petals in my ass."
" That was a lovely piece of information," an amused someone said, and Kawa shrieked, falling out of the tree and landing in Kurama's lap, staring up at Hiei, who had taken her food.
" You guys are all freaks," she muttered, squeezing Kurama's miso soup from her hair and glaring at Hiei, who was eating her pocky.
" Says the girl who's supposed to be dead," Hiei retorted, and the teenager stood up, giving him her meanest glare from frosty gray eyes. " What is that supposed to scare me?" he questioned, amused, and she plopped down, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
" I hope you realize how much I really don't wanna be here," she said, picking a piece of noodle up off of Kurama's tray and spooning it into her mouth.
" You really don't have a choice. You're supposed to stay with one of ours until, a), you're alive again, or b), you have Koenma's permission to be let go," Kurama explained, handing Kawa his bowl of soup, making her face light up.
" Whatever, thanks," she smiled hurriedly, pouring the broth down her throat as if she had gone without food for forever.
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Much to her displeasure, a very bubbly, and chipper girl by the name of Botan had been bent on the intent of taking Kawa out shopping once she had returned home.
" No."
" Please?"
" No."
" Please?"
" If you do not stop, I will be forced to put a white-hot poker to your skin and watch you bleed," Kawa growled in response, eye twitching.
Botan backed away, but did not give up. " You need something to wear, and I volunteered to take you out around the town!"
" Only 'cuz none of us wanted to," Yuusuke added under his breath, and Kawa punched him out once more.
" If I agree, will you stop poking me!" Kawa screamed, tackling the grim reaper and sitting atop her stomach.
Botan nodded happily, and Kawa rolled away, not bothering to offer the girl a hand up as she stood.
Kawa paled as she was jerked out of the house and raced down the street behind an eager Botan, dodging people who had not yet moved out of the way. " I succumbed to my death," she muttered as the ferry-girl stopped outside of an entirely pink boutique shop.
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" So, how was it?" Kurama asked expectantly as Kawa slammed the door shut, throwing her huge shopping bags on the ground.
"…I hate her….Ever so much. I wish she would die."
" Kawatta, she's Death."
" I WAS JUST BEING FIGURATIVE, FOX-BOY! THANKS FOR RUINING THE NICE, STEAMY HATE I HAD WORKED UP!"
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