Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, but the OCs are mine.
I hope you people will be more responsive this chapter.
As you can see, or not, Kurama is a human and so will any other character from the show that are demons. I thought it would be much easier to place them in a school setting because in our human society, cross dressing is looked down upon, unlike in demon society.
I plan on having this story only ten or eleven chapters long. I don't feel like spending too much time on this one. I wont make each chapter 500 words long though, I am for at least 2,000 or more words.
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The next day, Kurama woke up around eight in the morning. Yawning widely, he crawled out of bed and put on an old pair of jeans and t-shirt. The air was cool outside and the dew was practically frost on the ground. Kurama pulled his autumn coat closer to his body and walked down the street. A few cars drove down the street and only one or two people were out in the streets, either racking leaves, jogging or walking to work.
Kurama turned the corner and headed towards the town park. There was a rather large group of people around that corner this morning. Usually they hangout after curfew. Just my luck. Kurama thought. He kept his head down and walked past them as quickly as he could.
"Hey, girly, what's up?" One of them grabbed his arm and pulled Kurama back.
"I'm not a girl," Kurama hissed in annoyance. The teens laughed and encircled him.
"So? You look like one, and that's good enough for us." Kurama laughed nervously and looked from one guy to another as they advanced.
"Well, I must be off. See you." They grabbed him and shoved the boy to the ground roughly.
"What's you hurry, girly?" Kurama turned red and gasped when the 'leader' bent over and grabbed his chin.
"I bet you taste just as good as any other chick." Now, Kurama knows he looks like a girl, but they way they were taking to him, it was down right degrading.
"Now you listen to me! I have no clue who you are, but you have no right to treat me like this!" Kurama pushed the bigger boy away and stood up angrily.
"I'm not a girl and if you even think of touching me, I will call the damn police!" The gang barked loudly and grabbed Kurama and shoved him once again to the ground. Kurama screamed and struggled for help.
"You big idiot! Look at what you did!" Yusuke hit Kuwabara, who was picking up the fallen quarters he dropped, over the head with his fist. The orange hair boy growled in annoyance and mumbled curses under his breath.
"You're not helping, Urameshi. It wasn't even my fault. You tripped me!" Yusuke chuckled and kicked a few coins at Kuwabara.
"So? It's your fault for falling." They gathered the last of them and walked down the empty side walk towards the arcade. The punched each other lightly on the arm for a few minutes before another fist fight broke out between them and soon ended with Kazuma on the pavement, unconscious.
"Get up, loser. You know you can never beat me in a fight." Yusuke dragged the teen down the street. They entered the suburbs of Tokyo towards the less crowded, better arcades.
"Help me!" A cry echoed through the quiet neighborhood, causing Yusuke to stop dead in his tracks. The two stood there and soon another cry followed.
"Please!" Kuwabara stood up and looked down the street.
"Hey, you know… That sounds like that wimpy kid Shu hangs out with." Yusuke nodded and ran down the street, following the cries for help and laughter. At the other end, a gang from a rival school laughed like idiots. Among them, the little form of Kurama was pinned to the ground. The leader was about to remove his pants.
"Hey, losers!" Yusuke ran up to them angrily. A few turned around and just as they did, they met face to face with Yusuke's fist. Kuwabara followed shortly behind him and grabbed the leader by the collar of his shirt.
"You disgusting worm! Raping is lower than low, even for scum!" The leader cried out for help as Kuwabara beat the living crap out of him. Yusuke laughed sadistically.
"Now whose calling for help? Better think twice before doing something like this again. I'll be watching you." At that, the remaining conscious members got up and ran away. Kurama, who sat watching the fight, stood up and placed his pants back on quickly, embarrassed.
"Th-thank you, Yusuke." Kuwabara grabbed the black belt on the ground and handed it to Kurama. He took it and placed it back around his waist. His face was red with embarrassment and shame.
"Sorry…" Yusuke looked at the kid with a worried look. He shrugged and patted him on the back.
"Don't mention it, er.. Kurama, wasn't it?" Kurama nodded and smiled sheepishly.
"So, where are you heading? We missed you yesterday at the movies. Shu said you weren't feeling well." Just like Shuuichi to make up an excuse for Kurama's dislike of them.
"Oh, my stomach hurt so I went home to rest. Right now I'm heading towards the park to meet up with him." The other two smiled and invited themselves along. It half annoyed the boy, but made him glad all the same. They silently walked to the park, except for the random curses and laughter from the two children.
The came to the park and at the entrance Shuuichi sat on a bench reading his favorite book.
"Oi, book worm! What's up?" The red head looked up from his book in surprise. Yusuke waved wildly, causing Shuuichi to laugh.
"Hello, Yusuke. What brings you here?" Kuwabara lifted the bag of coins and gestured to them.
"Arcade, but we ran into Kurama." Kurama tensed up in nervousness. He didn't want to tell Shuuichi about the incident that these boys saved him from. That would be horrible, not that Kurama didn't like having his friend worry about him, but it was complicated.
"And so, we decided to tag along. Spend some more time with him, right Baka," Yusuke finished and smiled widely. Kurama sighed in relief and Shuuichi shrugged.
"Alright. So, what do you want to do today? See a movie, take a walk..?" They ended up taking a walk in the park and spending the day at the arcade and then to McDonalds. They shared a few laughs and Kurama even smiled too. They decided to head home around three that afternoon. Kurama got home and hung his coat up in the closet.
"Sweety, is that you?" His mother came into the hallway, completely sober now. She smiled sweetly and came up to him and embraced him.
"I'm sorry, Kurama, about last night." Kurama stopped himself from rolling his eyes and saying 'yeah right.' She said that almost all the time. He knew she didn't mean it. Next she will say, 'I wont do it again.'
"I promise, it wont happen again, okay?" There, see? Kurama faked a smile.
"Okay." He moved away from her and walked into the kitchen for some water.
"I'm going shopping. What kind of cereal do you want? Ayame wants Cocoa Puffs, do you want your usual Cheerios?" Kurama shrugged and called back,
"Yeah, fine." The sound of her keys chining reached his ears. The woman said her good bye.
"Good bye, Kura! Ayame is at her friends house, so don't worry about her." At that, the door opened and closed and the house was silent. He got a glass and filled it with tap water. As usual, his mother would return around eight that night, drunk, his father would be coming home shortly and he would go out. This same schedule has been the same for the past three years.
"I think I'll take a nap…" Kurama laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. The next time he opened them, the sound of the door slam woke him up. He sat up in alarm and heard his fathers footsteps, heavy and loud.
"Kurama." His father nodded to him and Kurama smiled in response. He moved over and let his father sit on the couch. He turned on the news and sighed.
"What a day. So, what did you do today, hm? Gallivanting the way you do no doubt." Kurama blushed in shame and looked away.
"I was out with my friends… In the park and at the arcade." The father chuckled.
"Ah, some man stuff? Good, I was hoping you would be one of those pussy faggots. I hate them." Kurama frowned and got up. His father was so cruel sometimes.
"Well, I got homework from yesterday I still have to do. And me and Shu are going to the movies with Hiei and Yusuke at seven." Kurama always lied to his parents and they always believed them. It was sad and yet so great. His father grunted and Kurama went up stairs to his room.
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Kurama exited the house around seven thirty that night. His lateness was because his mother wanted him to help cook and made him eat dinner. Kurama snuck around the back and behind the shed. Kurama opened up the backpack and pulled out another outfit.
He placed his hair behind his ears as he inserted blood red studs into his ear lobs. Kurama frowned during this, listening carefully for any footsteps coming his way. He flattened the skirt and made sure not a wrinkle was in sight.
Kurama indeed looked like a girl when he wore such an outfit as he was. It was a black mini skirt with a light purple tank top. Black gloves on his arms only covered the lower half of his hand, exposing his fingers and came up to his elbows. His sandals were black as well, more dressy than ordinary flip-flops.
I wish I was born a girl, that way no one would care. Ah, oh well, No one will recognize me. He left the shelter of the back of the shack and walked to the front and headed towards the bus stop. He planned to go to the center of Tokyo, which was party central at night.
It was already dark when the bus picked him up. I wasn't a long ride since there wasn't a lot of traffic, but Kurama was getting anxious. Soon, the bus stopped and Kurama made his way down the busy sidewalk. The evening air willed his lungs and happiness filled him. This is what made him the happiest. This is what he liked to do. No sports or video games, but dancing and being around people who don't know him.
He came up to one of the best dance clubs he could get into. It was lively and loud. People danced with their glow stick necklaces and skimpy clothing.
He walked into the building, paying the bouncer, and into the mass of clubbers. Toni9ght, he could be anyone he wanted to be. That was the best part of what he did. He could be a complete bitch one night and next week, a mysterious beauty and no one would suspect, because they would get so wasted they would forget about him the next week.
Who should I be? Maybe I should be a wild party girl who loves to dance? Kurama even took part in drinking, but he only had one or two bottles. Smoking wasn't his thing though. He was about to go dance when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me?" He turned around to meet with dark navy eyes. They belonged to a rather attractive young man with long black hair.
"Would you like to dance?"
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Ah! Another chapter! I am proud of myself. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and review with any thoughts or suggestions. I am open to suggestions. I love them so much. Anyway, thank you!