Sorry it has been taking me awhile to post this chapter but I have been busy and coughs lazy as well. Now I finally post chapter three… I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I still don't em and never will -.-. Except for the characters I have added into this story.
Chapter three
Makira was soon awakened by the sunlight, which shone through the window; meaning to close the curtains last night but couldn't at the time. Her long blue hair lies on her shoulders as she wore her silk light green nightgown. She moved her legs over to the side of her bed letting them dangle off of it for a while. The gown reaches half way to her ankles. She moves some of her hair out from her face with somewhat shaky hands. Those once light chocolate orbs darken in sorrow, not really surprised what it may be. "I guess…it wasn't a dream." A tear trails down her face, and then turns to the clock that reads seven o'clock. She stood on to her feet and walk over to the window passing the clock. The bright light shines on her face. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light. The first thing she saw was the one she doesn't want to see right now…maybe not for a while. The so familiar red head boy with the charming looks he always had. She just stood watching him walk to her house as usual. They always walk to school together yet…
Kurama stands in front of the snow-white mansion with the bluish white door and dark green shatters. The painters haven't finished painting the house; the only thing that was left to paint was the door. The door's color reminds him of the rose that very rose from last night and long ago. But that's the past, nothing but the past. It was too long ago for most people to remember, but he remembers everything part, Amber and the rose. Thus, he tries to remember what the meaning of her rose is. "It has been so long…" He tries to bring his mind back to reality than within his thoughts. He takes in a breath stepping up to the bluish white door. He turns away from it and pressed the doorbell. The door slowly opens by a man in black and white. He greeted him with a smile, "Oh good morning Master Kurama." Kurama returns with a small smile. "Morning, Jives." He looked over Jives' shoulders into the house to see if Makira was ready, but he doesn't see her. He looks back to Jives, "Is Makira ready for school?" Jives turn around and called out for her. "Miss Makira! Master Kurama is here waiting for you!" They waited for her presences. Kurama stood there worried what would she say to him. He sort of wished that Amber had never appeared before him and Makira. The thought of her and Makira floats throughout his mind. If he met up with Amber or Makira what should he say to them? Amber is nearly predictable what she would say to him, but it have been years he had last seen her…after the-
Makira slowly walks down the steps trailing her hand on the golden brown stair rail. She still wore her silk green gown with her long hair blue hair tangled over her shoulders. The tan pools gazed over Jives seeing Kurama. The usual morning frown on her face when she was woken too early, not much of morning person, but this frown is somewhat different from the other mornings. She stopped at the last step with her hand still on the rail at her side. A forced smile has taken the frown from their sight. She spoke tiredly, and soft thus loud enough for them to hear her. "Tell him that I'll meet him in class." She faced Jives as she spoke. The sight of Kurama makes her nearly dug her nails into the stair rail. Jives nodded still worried about her. He looked to Kurama with a small smile showing little worry. "She won't be present for your walk right this moment. She will meet you in class." Kurama frowned at the news, guessing that she hadn't slept well either. He sighed with a nod. "Thank you." He walked off. Makira stood at the window, watching him walk to school with out her.
The crowded halls of the school, chatting, laughter, cries, and shots were heard throughout as they wander to their class or lockers. The noises of the crowded halls were hard to hear or see whose coming or who's speaking. Kurama's back was to the wall, near his class. He had spoken to his friends, but hasn't told them about that night. It's probably best not to tell them until Amber goes away or when he finds away to explain this to Makira. But the only problem is that how can he explain it to her. His arms were crossed with his foot to the wall thinking. The bell has rung and most of the students had left to class as the others stayed out. Still no sign of her for the last couple of minutes, he hopes that she would come. The late bell soon rang and he couldn't wait for her any longer. So, he step into the classroom, looking back to see if she could be running in the halls trying to get to class, but she wasn't there. He takes his seat in the back yet, he prefers to be in the front, but Makira and he had always sat next to each other whenever they have the same class together. He sat quietly not really paying any attention in class. His mind wonders with many thoughts, which is nearly predictable to guess what he's thinking about. What now? What if she does come to class, but what if she doesn't? Minutes upon minutes had past till he heard, "Mr. Minamino. Mr. Minamino!" His thoughts soon fled out from his head after hearing his teacher's voice. He looks at him. "Yes, sir?" "Class had ended twenty minutes ago." Kurama jumped of his seat surprised how quickly time has gone by. He grabbed his books and bowed to his teacher before dashing off to his next class. "I don't believe how time past by." He exclaimed. He had missed some lessons from all of the missions that Koenma sent him and the others on. He always catches up in his class work. He was use to it with test, paperwork, and missions he had gone through. Now missing a lesson not cause of a mission, but in deep thought or daydreaming perhaps. Maybe Yusuke could be rubbing off on him a bit. He laughs at that idea. That's probably what he gets for teaming up with him and dating his sister. Then again his mind has been wondering about Amber. "How could she…" He passes by a blue haired girl who was also late for class…
Days have past since that night; the two hasn't spoken to the others about it. They both know how Yusuke would react if he'd find out and they really hope that he doesn't. Amber hasn't been seen for a while, but this makes Kurama wonder for a long time. He couldn't take his mind off of her through out the weeks. It's been hard for him to pay attention in his classes and the assignments Koenma has sent them on to. He nearly lost his beautiful red locks in his last assignment. Koenma and Ogre knew what it was. It does make him wonder what the wolf had stolen, but it's probably best that he doesn't know. There're other things he should worry about, so wondering about what the wolf has stolen comes last unless Koenma calls him, well, them back to the mission.
" Hey, Kurama!" A voice called out to him, the one he fears to talk to. Yusuke. He turns around to face him…her. There stood before him was a beautiful young woman with long black hair, which reaches down to her waist. Her dark bangs hovers over her face barely covering her pale blue eyes, near comparison to the sky. She wore a white tank top with blue rose petal designs trailing up from her side to her shoulders. There was one full rose on her right upper part of her shirt with a dark blue skirt knee length. Her skin color is nearly the same shade as his yet pale and a light blush on her cheeks. How could he mistake her for Yusuke? It seems like the voice had came from her, plus there were no one here else except for him and the woman. Once he thought bout it where are they. He looked around remembering that they're in the middle the school hallways after school. Normally he doesn't stay here this late unless he has to study or hangout with some of his friends here. He looks to his wristwatch realizing it was past six then turning his gaze to the unknown woman. "Sorry ma'am I thought you were someone I knew." He bows to her, "I must leave now." A slight smirk was traced along her lips. She stepped toward him before he even turn away to head out of the building. She tossed her hair back as strands of silver appear with in her bangs. "Youko..." She purrs. Once hearing that so familiar voice sending chills and flashbacks through him. 'Youko' He twirled around with his red locks flowing up into the air facing the woman who is now about two feet away from him. His face slightly pale from shock yet somewhat calm till he spoke. "…You…"
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