A/N: This chapter is a lot more solomn then the rest. I was in a bad mood when I started to write it, and I carried on with it. The next chapter is probably going to start out with the same tone, and then hopefully I can break out of the cycle and get some more humor in there.
Also, to those who are upset that I didn't update with two chapters last time, I have news for you. I have a life! Surprising, no? That means that I only have an hour of time to go on the computer for fun, because the rest of the time I'm catching up on school work and preparing for finals. As soon as summer hits I'll start working on this story more, but until then, you're going to have to be patient. If you had noticed, I had a one-shot written last weekend. I try to get out one chapter a week. If I don't get that done, then you guys can yell at me. 'Kay?
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, Yuyu Hakusho or any of the songs I used in earlier chapters. I just realized I forgot to disclaim those...
Youko grumbled from his place in a closet. Damned human, he thought with suppressed rage and injured pride.
You brought this upon yourself. Suuichi's mind-voice was filled with scorn and a hint of smug satisfaction. I told you not to ruin that pizza.
Shut up, ya damned kit! Youko roared. He sent a wave of spirit energy at his other half; not enough to injure, but enough to leave Suuichi reeling. If a fox could smirk, said smirk would be plastered on Youko's face.
It was all that boy's fault. He had been arguing with Suuichi about poking him, and the boy hit them and made them fall on their face! Youko growled as loudly as he could. A bang was heard on the door, followed by a gruff voice.
"You are not coming out until my sister gets home, you damned demon!"
Youko's glare peirced the door. After the boy had knocked them over, Youko had gotten mad. Not nearly as much as he was now, but pretty well enraged. He had gone to attack him, miscalculated when Suuichi tackeled him, and hit the delivery boy instead. Suuichi and him had grappled for dominance, and in the process had been unintentionally attacking the deliverer. The boy had gotten angry and pulled them off of the other boy, and Youko had pushed Suuichi back into recession.
After being set down, Youko had spotted the pizza. He had pulled it down, and since he hadn't been outside at all that day, had proceeded to converge it into an indoor litter box. Youko then had to dodge a foot, and that's when he got really angry. He had to run around and accidentaly dodged onto the couch, his claws digging into the fabric. He had vaulted off said couch when the boy had made a dive for him. The drapes shredded easily under his claws.
He had to jump off lest he pull the rod down onto his poor head, and when he tried, he jumped right into a vase. The flowers and water had splattered onto his delicate fur. Youko had yelped at the cool water's presence on his skin and hit a lamp. The boy was too busy trying to catch him to notice, and the lamp hit a picture. Said picture crashed to the ground.
Youko, surprised at his handy work, didn't notice when the boy scooped him up into the air. Youko began to struggled, uncomfortable. When the boy wouldn't let him down, Youko mimicked a vampire and sunk his fangs into Souta's young, awaiting flesh.
He was then dropped uncerimoniously onto the floor. Scrambeling away, Youko ran from Souta, who hurried to get off the phone. Youko prepared to dive under the couch, casting aside his dignity, and was springing into action when Souta grabbed his tail and pulled. Hard.
After a small scumble in which both parties were bruised and battered, Youko ended up with his legs and mouth bound. He was then closeted into a closet and that was where his current situation sprang from.
After some time of reflection, Youko began to cool down and think about the situation. For one thing, it wasn't the boy's fault. He had been fighting with Suuichi and not paying attention; the boy had just reacted to something he thought funny. It also wasn't Suuichi's fault; Suuichi had been trying to keep him out of trouble.
Youko began to feel horrible. He had, once again, let his emotions run his actions. When he realized that, he began to bang his head on the wall. He jumped when Souta slammed his fist on the door.
"Settle down!"
Youko huddled in a corner and tentatively reached for Suuichi. He was vigorously repelled by a mental barrier. He tried again, and again. On the fourth time, he was repelled so hard that he actually had to fight to stay concious.
Youko's ears drooped and he whined. What did I do...
Kagome took a deep breath and tried to put a cap on her anger. Here she was again, standing in front of her creme door. Kagome glared at the color. Creme annoyed her. She needed a new color. How about blood red for the blood that would flow as soon as she got her hands on Yuuki?
She slowly turned the key and the handle simultaniously. The lock clicked and the door popped open. Kagome braced herself and strode into her house.
Kagome's eyes widened in shock and her mind couldn't comprehend the fact that such a small animal was able to commit such terrorism. In the walkway alone, the mahogany table that she had bought over three years ago had deep scratches over the surface. The drawer was barely hanging off the hinge. Her flower vase was in peices on the floor, which in turn was slippery and wet when she walked slowly across the area. She dodged the fragments of her mother's vase and tried to hold back tears.
The living room was next. A strangled cry made Souta look up from where he was cleaning. Her fifty dollar curtains were hanging off the rod, shredded so badly that she could see the old oak in the back of her neighbor's yard. Her couch had springs popping out through the cushions. Stuffing was floating around in the air like snow. Any pictures that had graced the wall before lay in a neat pile by the screen door. Her bookshelf of carefully alphabetized books, music, and movies was tipped over onto the counter in the kitchen. A pile of broken cases and torn bindings lay strewn over the kitchen's linoleum flooring and the no-longer-plush carpeting of the living room.
The kitchen drew Kagome's eyes. She fell onto her knees when she assessed the damage there. The cupboards had been broken, battered, shattered, scratched, scuffed and thrown onto the ground. Food lay everywhere, the refridgerator door had disappeared and the shade on the ceiling light had accumilated many cracks in it. Her bar stools were disembowled and chewed up very efficiently.
Souta walked over and knelt beside his distraught sister. "Sorry, Kagome." He laid a heavily bandaged hand onto her shoulder and she turned to him. He could see tears cascading out of her furious eyes. "I tried to stop him, but he began attacking me whenever I tried to stop him." He held up his other hand. It wasn't as heavily padded as the other, but it trailed up his arm to disappear under his shirt.
She took a good look at his clothing. His shirt was torn to rags and she could see red blood seeping through the wrappings on his chest. His pants were hardly better, and she could see more white under the torn places. He had bandages all over his sweet face, and his eyes held as just as much anger as hers did. Kagome wasn't sure who wanted Yuuki's blood more; herself, her brother, or the delivery guy that he told her about earlier on the phone.
Souta spoke again. "Aside from all this, he also got into the bathroom. I caught him before he was able to get your room messed up, and I was able to straighten out most of the bathroom. He's in the closet," he gestured with his mummified fingers.
Kagome nodded and dragged a hand across her face. She took a moment to compose herself, then strode to the chamber holding Yuuki. She ripped open the door, nearly taking it off its hinges.
Yuuki blinked at the sudden wave of light, huddeled in a corner and tied within an inch of his life. Kagome narrowed her eyes and stomped into the confining space. She grabbed Yuuki by the scruff and ignored his squeal of pain. She carried him away from her body and dropped him onto the remains of her couch. He bounced once from impact and then settled down.
His ears lay flat against his head and he shivered. Kagome's stare bore into him. After a moment, she whipped around and grabbed her phone from the table behind her. She disappeared for a moment, her brother raising an eyebrow and Yuuki closing his eyes. She returned moments later with a peice of paper in her hand.
"What's that?" Souta asked curiously.
"The number of the vet." Kagome ignored Yuuki as he began to wriggle around, trying to free himself from his bonds. "She told me to call if he gave me trouble." Kagome began dialing.
The phone rang momentarily, then Dr. Yoshizawa's voice drifted over the connection. "Hello?"
"Dr. Yoshizawa, this is Kagome." Kagome waited as the kind doctor greeted her. "You told me to call if Yuuki gave me any trouble, right?"
"Yes, I did. Is there a problem?" Kagome thought her voice sounded nervous, but she brushed it off as paranoia.
"I wouldn't be calling if there wasn't." Kagome quickly summerized the day's events, Souta piping in to add details.
"Well. I'll, uh, send someone over." Dr. Yoshizawa cleared her throat. "He's my...assistant. He'll be there soon."
Kagome thanked her and hung up the phone. Setting it back on the table, she turned back to Yuuki.
"You just pushed your limits." Cold rage shook her voice. "What were you thinking? Here I am, taking you in and saving you from being put to sleep. And this is how you thank me!" Souta and Yuuki cringed together. "First you run away from me, and then you attack a poor delivery boy! But that wasn't enough for you, was it? NO! You had to go and attack my brother!" Souta winced at the volume, but was unsympathetic. "Then, O Majesty," Kagome bowed mockingly, "you decide that I need a new makeover! Why?" Yuuki didn't make a sound, which seemed to upset Kagome further. "Dammit, WHY? What did any of us do to deserve this? Huh? Damn you, ANSWER ME!" Kagome was now face to face with her pet, hands braced on either side of the shivering fox.
Souta began to feel bad for the fox. He knew how scary Kagome could be in a temper. She was worse than their mother, for crying out loud! "Hey, sis, I think he's had eno-"
Kagome wheeled around to glare at Souta. He gulped. "Don't even think about coming to his defense! Because of him, I'm going to have to work overtime for the next year to pay for all the stuff he destroyed!"
The doorbell interrupted her. Yuuki and Souta both jumped, and Kagome turned her glare to the offending door. Hands clenched into fists, she stormed over and wrenched it open. It slammed against the wall and created another dent.
The person standing outside raised one black eyebrow at the furious beauty. His black hair was gelled back and gleamed in the setting sunlight. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt, which would've confused Kagome if she wasn't so angry. He was at least four inches taller then her, and she had to look up at him in order to glare at him for interrupting her tyrade. His eyes, the color of dyed wood, held no readable emotion in them. When he spoke, his creamy tenor voice laced around anyone who listened.
"I'm here representing Dr. Yoshizawa. Are you Kagome?" he inquired.
"Yes." Kagome's curt answer had the stranger raising his other eyebrow.
He pulled a hand from his pocket and offered it to her. "My name is Urameshi Yuusuke, and I'm here to deal with Yuuki."
End Chapter
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