A/N: Hey, finally a longer chapter… and an unnecessary plot twist:twirls around: Dig it! XD And review!
11. Fatal Accident and the New Girl's First Love
It was Sunday afternoon, and Kurama was headed to the movies with Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei for the premiere of Autsin Powers 4. He finally had his own car to drive – a flashy red Mustang convertible, which he took the long way across town to the movie theater. Kurama's long red hair flew with the wind as he sped down the busy city streets. A car that was driving alongside of him honked, and a group of girls stuck their heads out the window, screaming and waving madly at him. Kurama rolled his eyes and grinned. Then he wondered if it was the car or him that had made them honk….
As Kurama was enjoying his joy ride around town, he didn't notice the speeding car about a half mile behind him. The man behind the wheel was obviously drunk; his vehicle was swerving crazily, and his foot seemed stuck to the gas pedal. Several cars honked at it, but Kurama just thought they were honking at him, and he smiled pompously, thinking nothing of it.
Until the car was right behind him.
The car behind Kurama sped up and was right on his tail. Kurama looked behind him and saw the intoxicated man at the wheel, his drunken face staring blankly into space. Kurama swerved out of his way, the tires on the convertible screeching loudly.
Kurama gasped as the other car followed him, swerving the same way. Kurama pressed his foot on the gas pedal, hoping to lose him, but the other car pressed on as well. Kurama didn't want to go too much over the speed limit, so he began to slow down.
The car behind him was out of control. The driver had lost all power of the wheel, the car zooming at Kurama at an accelerated speed. Kurama tried to swerve out of the way once more, but there was another car in the other lane; he didn't want to hit it.
Knowing the inevitable was coming, Kurama closed his eyes, waiting for the crash. Sure enough, the car came speeding towards him, and it hit the little red convertible with full force.
Kurama's car went flying off the road and into the nearby ditch. It rotated 360 degrees and stopped when it hit a large tree. The hood got smashed, and the back end was wrecked beyond recognition. Something snapped in Kurama's arm, and he was knocked unconscious by the crash's impact. He lay with his head against the steering wheel, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
The car erupted in flames. Nobody on the road paid any attention; they were too caught up in their own driving: talking on cell phones, listening to the radio cranked up to top volumes, eating McDonalds and drinking coffee. If Kurama didn't regain consciousness or get help soon, he was sure to be engulfed by the flames.
Luckily for Kurama however, his little stalker friend was doing what she did best: stalking him. She was riding on a motorcycle and saw the whole crash. She veered off the road and into the ditch. Stopping her motorcycle and jumping off it, she ran over to Kurama, whose car was ablaze with flame. Coughing from the smoke, she jumped into the flaming car and saw her beloved Kurama, unconscious and about to suffer a fiery death if he didn't get out soon.
The girl grit her teeth and put her arms under Kurama's body. She heaved him out of the seat with all the strength she had and tried to carry him out of the car. Her foot caught on the door handle, however, and she tripped, letting Kurama fall out of her arms. The girl screamed, hoping she didn't hurt him. "Help!" she cried. "Somebody help me!"
The girl cried out in pain as the flames licked at her ankle in the door handle. Quickly and painfully, she wrenched it out and tumbled over Kurama. The metal frame of the car was starting to melt, and flames were now burning the fancy leather seats. The girl sighed, thankful she had at least gotten Kurama out of the car.
Now all she had to do was get him to the hospital…. She thought for a moment. He wouldn't fit on her puny motorcycle; he would probably fall off anyway because he was unconscious. She didn't have a car, so she couldn't drive him. There was no way she was going to be able to hitch a ride with a stranger, and she was too weak to carry him to the hospital. She bit her nails, trying not to panic, when a voice behind her said:
"Need a hand?"
The girl looked behind her and saw another girl about her age, maybe a little older, with straight pink hair and large brown eyes. She wore a pink shirt that showed her stomach and low-riding white pants. She was very pretty as she stood behind her, one hand on her hip, the other holding a bright pink leash that led to a small, dark green, scaly dragon with beady black eyes.
Kurama's stalker gawked at the other girl in front of her. "Uh…" she stuttered. "Um… uh… yes. Please."
The girl with the pink hair glanced over at the burning convertible indifferently, then turned back to the stalker and Kurama. "Car crash?" she asked.
"Uh… yes," the stalker replied, still surprised with the other girl's great timing.
"Here, load him on the dragon," the pink-haired girl said. "I'll take him to the hospital."
She helped the stalker heave Kurama's limp body onto the back of the scaly dragon and asked, "Is this boy a friend of yours? He's a cutie."
"Uh… yes…" the stalker said, ignoring the girl's comment on Kurama.
"Why are you dressed like that?" the pink-haired girl asked. "It's a nice day out; why are you wearing a heavy cloak and covering your face?"
The stalker frowned behind the cloak. "That's really none of your business," she said rudely.
"Sor-ry!" said the other girl, backing up. "Well, I'll just take Cutie to the hospital. You can ride your motorcycle there and we can meet up."
The stalker frowned again. "I'd feel better if I came with you."
"Sorry," said the pink-haired girl brusquely. "Shibuki only takes two riders. No room for you!"
The stalker's eyes narrowed as she glared at the other girl. The girl with the pink hair gave her a mean smile and mounted the dragon, Shibuki. With a shouted command, Shibuki lifted off from the ground, spreading its dark wings and flying away and out of sight.
Angrily, the stalker got back on her motorcycle and started it back up. Gripping the handles tightly, she got back on the road and sped off toward the hospital.
Hm… the pink-haired girl thought as she steered her dragon toward the city's hospital. That girl says she knows this boy, but she's dressed like she doesn't want the other boy to know who she is. Maybe she's a stalker…? She glanced back at Kurama, who was still bleeding from his accident. He is a cutie she continued. I can see why he'd have a stalker. Wait… this gives me an idea… They always say two heads are better than one. The same should apply for lovesick stalkers… I think I just might… steal… this girl's idea and become Stalker #2…
"Suichi!"
Kurama stopped trying to count the tiles on the ceiling in his hospital room to look at his visitor. It was his friend in black: the stalker girl. Smiling, he greeted her, "Hello."
"Oh, Suichi! Thank goodness you're okay!" The girl ran over and gripped the hand that wasn't covered in bandages. "I was so scared!"
"I'm fine," Kurama said. "It's just a broken arm and some bruises. Nothing serious."
"Oh no!" cried the girl. "How are you supposed to dance with me with a broken arm!"
"I'll find a way," Kurama said. "I heard it was you that saved me from that car wreck. Thank you."
Behind her cloak, the girl blushed. "Well… ah… um… I had help," she said, thinking of the pink-haired girl. "So she got you here okay?"
"Who?"
"Oh, just a girl," his stalker said offhandedly, not wanting to remember her anymore. "Nobody important."
"Hmm. But really though, if I didn't have you as my personal stalker, I probably wouldn't be here. I would probably be dead. I don't know how I can ever thank you enough."
The girl blushed even more deeply. She struggled to say "You're welcome". Kurama smiled. "I wish I could hug you, but… my arm…"
The girl took the hint right away and leaned down to kiss him, her eyes closed and her lips gently brushing his cheek. Kurama's uninjured arm reached across her back, pulling her closer to him. The girl's dark brown eyes opened and she stared at Kurama. Kurama recognized that look; it was the look she gave him when they shared their first kiss in the dilapidated old shack by the soccer fields.
"Well," the girl whispered, breaking the silence. "I should probably go…."
Kurama sighed. "Okay. I'll see you again soon."
A half an hour later, another visitor came into Kurama's hospital room. Kurama saw her, and a look of confusion spread across his face. His stalker was back.
"Back so soon?" he asked.
The girl behind the cloak raised her eyebrows. "Huh?" Then she realized that the other girl, the real stalker, must have already been there.
After she had dropped off Kurama at the hospital, the girl with the pink hair had run home to quickly make her own black cloak like the real stalker's, later going off to the nearest store to pick up a gift.
"Oh…" she said. "Yeah… well… I forgot to give you something," the girl said, slipping her hand inside her pocket. "Here," she said, taking it out and putting it next to Kurama. It was a small, stuffed bear holding a heart-shaped pillow that said, "Get Well Soon, Sweetie!" Kurama smiled, picking it up with his uninjured arm. "It's cute," he said.
The girl smiled. "I'm glad you like it," she said. "It will be our 'secret love item'."
"Like the umbrella?"
"What? Oh… uh… yeah. Like that."
"Thank you."
"'Bye, sweetie…" said the girl, bowing herself out of the room. Once she had walked down the hallway, she removed her cloak and shook out her medium-length pink hair. That was close… she thought. Next time before I start stalking someone, I should do more research on their other stalkers… Oh well. With a smile and a happy heart, the girl skipped over to the elevators, waiting for one to take her back down to the main level.
NEXT TIME: YUKINA'S CONFESSION AND HIEI'S DECISION!
Reviewer Responses!
evilchik: I'm updating quickly because I already have the rest of the story all written out, and it's pretty much ready to be posted (save for the spell/grammar checking). Normally, it takes me about 4 days to update something… o.O; Anyway, you'll find out what our little pink-haired friend is up to. And no problem for the Keiko-hating. I personally can't stand her! She's so annoying! But that's just me. n.n Thanks for the review!
Death to Those Blasted Ants: Wow, you liked the new character add-in? That's cool. :grins: Anyway, you'll see who she is… eventually. And maybe Kurama does know her… or maybe not. You'll just have to wait and read. ;) I'm glad you're expecting well-written stuff from me. I expect of myself as well. :-P I hope I never disappoint you! Thanks for the review!
blue kitsune251: I'm glad you liked my chapters. I've never attempted reading a full Shakespearian… thing… too hard. Brain hurts. All I really learned from Shakespeare was odd philosophical adages: "To be or not to be…" Some days I ponder that question… lol, just kidding. Anyway, thanks for the review!
Sami Kurama's Stalker: No problem! Thanks for the comments; I'll be sure to keep them in mind for future writing. I'm glad you liked the chapters. Thanks for the review!
Princess Random: Well, thank you! n.n Confusion + lovesickness equals YAYNESS! I love drama and romance; those are my favorite types of writing. n.n And you'll just have to find out what happens to everybody… later! As for Yukina and Hiei… :points to next chapter's title: We shall see what happens to them next time. Thanks for the review!
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