Discalimer: Bear with me. I don't own YYH characters or storyline, and Katrina Kon is only a fictional character. I only claim onto this storyline.
Chapter 6: Goodbye Mrs. Yukimura, Hello Homicidal Substitute
It has been exactly a week since the time that I mistakenly became a panther, and now I'm perfectly healthy again. Even the nurse said I healed phenomenally well. The truth of the matter was that Kurama used some of his healing power (he's good with herbs), so on the bright side I won't be scarred for life. Kurama has become a best friend to me in a relatively short amount of time. I just feel like I can trust him about anything at all. Also, he is the only one I can trust to believe me about my transformation problem, so I think that was what really brought us closer.
As I am daydreaming about what other questions I will ask when we meet at the end of school, Mrs. Yukimura calls on me, to check to see if I am paying attention.
"Kasumi, what news was I telling you about just now?" Of course I can only shake my head in an I-don't-know way. Why does she always feel the need to ask a question when she knows I'm not paying attention? It must be the humiliation factor.
It wouldn't be the first time she caught me. Far from it. How is it that she always calls on me when I am in my own world, and never when I truly am paying attention? Maybe she's a demon. Maybe working in the Yukimura bakery got to be too boring for her, so she decided to become a teacher to harrass students to the best of her ability. At least that's my theory, so what do I know?
"Kasumi," she says, almost boredly, "I would like to see you after class."
Kanerusa gives me an apologetic look. Somehow, this makes me angry. Why should she feel sorry for me? I need no one to pity me, and god, she should know that. I feel a joy at getting angry...just like...that time.....
Fight it, I tell myself forcefully. Don't give in! Then all you did will be for naught. You'll be put in a freaking zoo!
I am going insane. I get angry or annoyed at everything now. I have to force myself not to become that horrible panther. It seems that as soon as that panther breathed fresh air, it is desperate to get out. It takes an amazing amount of self-control to supress it though. I can't become it, (though it would mean I wouldn't be tired all of the time) otherwise someone in my classroom is not going to live to a ripe old age. Maybe Kurama will be able to help me sort this out, I think, trying in vain to get rid of my splitting headache, which always occurs when I refuse transformation.
Mrs. Yukimura is talking again. "Well, if our Kasumi had been paying attention, she would have welcomed the new substitute teacher. I will be leaving to watch over the bakery for a while, because my husband has the flu. I should be gone about a month, all right? Kids, all of you can say hello now."
I look up from my textbook. I go pale. It's her! That deranged pizza girl who really is a crow demon who is out to get Kurama and probably me too who is really ugly and stupid and--- I stop myself. I am getting nowhere by hyperventilating. But god, she looks a lot a lot older than Mrs. Yukimura.
A terrifying thought strikes me. I am not terrified easily. She must be here to spy on me. There is no other reason that a crow demon would want to teach school. A second, more horrible thought strikes me. What if she knows I'm a demon too?
This class could not have been worse. Miss Feather, as Beauty calls herself, has us all in her iron grip of terror. She obviously has no knowledge of Japanese history, which only confirms my suspicions. Mrs. Yukimura has not forgotten that she wanted to see me after class, so she passed it on to the Featherbrain. She has this huge smile pasted on her toad-ish face as she approaches me. Glad she's happy about it.
She grabs my arm roughly, and tugs me out the door in to the hall, while everyone else files silently as mice. I am so jealous.
"Tell me where Kurama resides, girl, tell me!" She says in what she thinks is a ferocious voice. I'm as afraid of her as I am of newborn kittens.
I play it dumb. "Who?"
"You know damn well who I mean, girl. Tell me!"
"Okay, you know what," I say, my temper getting out of control, "Stop stalking me! I know you are, so don't deny it. First the Pizza girl, now this. Why are you so obsessed with this guy named Kurama, anyway? I don't know who you mean, okay, so stop badgering me about it!"
"Fine," she snapps. "You escaped this time too. But I will nail you! Don't think that if I catch you in another sleepover I'll let you slip through again! I know you know why I need his power, girl, so you'd better remember that, when it becomes mine, you are first on my list!" She made a knife across throat line with her fat left hand.
"You are dismissed." She turns on her heel and leaves, pouting like a young child.
As I watch her leave, an icy fear creeps through me. She meant it.
"Kurama. Kurama. KURAMA!!" He appears in front of me jumping down from the school roof.
I stare at him. "You got lost on the roof?!" He's pathetic. He really is.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He laughs. "I'm quite sad, huh? What's up?"
I take a deep breath. "This is no tea party, Kurama. NO joke. Beauty, the new pretend substitute teacher/pizza girl, is planning to kill me."
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