Grace paced her room twirling the flower shuichi had put behind her ear before in her hand as she paced. "Mother fucker." she cursed switching from French, Spanish, german, and English, hissing a spewing out curses, as she paced, still twirling the flower. She had never dreamed that shuichi would agree with Youko's obsession it had only meant to be a game, fuck with shuichi until he snapped and killed her. "How the hell am I supposed to get out of this." she stopped and flung herself at her bed gently sniffing the flower as she did so. "I'm just so fucked maybe I should hide out during the dark tournament and make a run for it?" she hummed a bit at the idea but immediately dismissed it youko would find her no matter where she went.
"Grandfather!". She whined in Japanese as she stood and sprinted down the stairs. "What do I do?" she whined once again hugging the old half Japanese man around the waist.
The old man sighed and sipped on his tea staring at her in wisdom. "Your situation?" she huffed and released him sitting in front of him crossing her arms. "The boy I've been stalking for that last 11 months suddenly likes me back." the old man nodded slowly. "The fox yokai yes?" grace nodded blowing her bangs from her face.
Her grandfather was a unique person he was 76 years old and knew everything she knows about yu yu hakusho. When she was growing up he was the only person she could turn to. He would talk with her for hours on end.
"Yeah that one, he suddenly likes me and I don't know what to do about it. Youko's so going to hunt me down when he's free." The old man shrugged. "You shouldn't have played with fire my dear momo now you have to face the repercussions your actions have led to exist." grace pouted. "But I don't wanna." the old man went to speak when a southern accent interrupted.
"Ya know I don't get your foreign mumbo jumbo what the hell y'all talkin bout?" grace puffed out her cheeks. "Uncle Vincent it isn't foreign Japanese is the language spoken in this country." uncle Vincent grunted and sat down before turning and shooting a look at her grandfather. "Tell ya granddaughter it's foreign ta me Devan." Devan her grandfather sighed at his brother. "If you had spent time with father you would know japanese." he pointed out taking a sip of his tea as Vincent scolded. "I loved growin' up in 'merica with maw." Devan just shrugged and Vincent stood and left. "How long do we have to deal with him again?" Devan chuckled. "Until he's better or dead you know how your great uncle is. As stubborn as a moul that one." grace let her lips twitched up into a smile knowing just how right he was about that.
Her uncle Vincent was like a second father to her. Her grandfather was like her actual father because he raised her. Vincent had been having slight issues with dementia, that's why he had come to stay with them. "Have you taken your medicine today?" She asked gently her grandfather had just gotten over the stroke he had had. "Yes I have taken them. Have you taken yours?" he shot right back and grace rolled her eyes.
She had mild PTSD but anyone would if they were murdered by a sexual sadist. She sighed slightly. "The medication doesn't help." Devan chuckled taking another sip and shooing her away. "Go upstairs and try to get some sleep you have school tomorrow." grace nodded seriously with a small salute before stalking up the stairs and to bed.
The next day
Grace practically hopped down the street Ponytail bouncing as she hummed along to her mental soundtrack. She was just so giddy at the moment and she didn't even know why. Humming she suddenly came to a complete stop staring blankly at kurama who stood there eyes wide.
"Sup?" she asked tilting her head up slightly face going blank. "You where..." he trailed off and grace shrugged stalking away her good mood officially destroyed. "She's gorgeous when she's in a good mood." youko breathed out right before she was completely out of their range. Grace huffed to herself and continued on her way to class ignoring most of the students that moved out of her way as she went. Stopping outside her home room grace stared blankly at Hiroshi Watashi a good looking boy who had asked her out more times then she could count.
"Senpai." Hiroshi smiled at her and grace nodded at him slightly. "Watashi-san." she acknowledged and hiroshi let his smile grow larger. "Mamoru-sensei asked me to give you these." he handed her a small folder and grace opened it looking over the inside before shutting it quickly. "Thank you Watashi-san."
"Who is that?" youko growled out as kurama rounded the corner grace ignored them for the moment. "What are you doing this weekend senpai?" he asked and youko snarled at the boy while grace just continued to stare blankly at him. It didn't really effect the boy at all he still just stood there smiling at her all the same. "The usual?" he continued while grace just gave him a blank look waiting for him to get to the point.
"Well the reason I ask is I wanted to know if you would like to go to a movie this weekend." grace contemplated this while youko threw a bitch fit. "I'll gut him."
"Calm youko it's grace I doubt she's one for movies." grace gave a small smirk the redhead didn't know her at all she loves movies "What kind of movie?" Watashi brightened. "I stand corrected perhaps we should study her more thoroughly there is obviously much we do not know about her." youko hissed. "That can come later red right now we need to kill the human boy, he's obviously competition she hasn't walked away and ignored him yet she's engaging in conversation." Kurama nodded in understanding of his other half for grace to just sit there and conversate with the boy she obviously had a soft spot for him. Which was very accurate Watashi was like the little gay brother she never had or wanted but wasn't really gay or her brother.
"A new action movie it just came out." he looked hopeful and grace once again contemplated this for a moment she was going to refuse because she honestly had shit (as in sitting at home doing nothing) to do this weekend anyway. She didn't get a chance to because kurama had chosen that moment to walk over. "France-san class is about to start we should head in." grace blinked and realized class was indeed about to start.
"Ahh it is sorry for keeping you senpai we'll catch up at lunch just think about what I said?" Watashi said blushing slightly while he had always been blunt in his advances he turned somewhat shy around other people grace found it endearing. "Of course Watashi-san I'll let sensei know you got the papers to me." Watashi nodded then scurry away quickly.
"A friend of yours?" kurama asked and grace shrugged Watashi wasn't technically a friend. "An admire I suppose." she hummed to herself before lightly shrugging her shoulders and walking into her classroom taking her seat that unfortunately was still beside kurama.
Kurama thoughtfully looked at her from beside him. "She shouldn't even be here right now." youko pouted and kurama shook his head at him mentally. "I'm not kidnapping her and tying her to our bed. There are too many witnesses and spirit world would have a field day with us if we did." grace stiffened ever so slightly.
"Shouldn't he be telling yoko it's wrong not that they could get caught while doing it the actual fuck?" Youko gave a long dramatic sigh. "Your plan will take to long." Kurama snorted at him. "Patience youko you've waited this long what's a couple more months?" Youko groaned. "Hell?" kurama just sighed at his other half before letting his eyes travel back to grace who sat oh so boredly beside him.
"I wonder what would her reaction be she's always so blank and creepy in school." before grace could contemplate what he meant she felt a hand brush her thigh underneath the table. She froze internally trying to figure out what the hell he was doing her insanity slowly withdrew itself and she almost freaked out. On the outside she twitched slightly before glancing at kurama with an eyebrow raised. The red head wasn't even looking at her he was facing the front as the teacher discussed some bullshit.
She shrugged grabbed his hand from her thigh placed it on his own thigh brushing against his groin in the process. She watched him stiffen and youko growled. "Red." he warned and kurama nodded in understanding.
Grace smirked internally. "That's right Mother fucker don't try and play a player." she hummed a bit to herself leered at him for all of five seconds then went back to her school work.
Kurama sighed slightly. "A different approach?" Youko snorted at him. "sexual frustration won't work beside I don't just want her body. Although it is a nice body I want her mind." Kurama rose an eyebrow. Tying her to the bed?" he questioned an youko shrugged. "The best way to a woman's heart is pleasure." he purred and kurama shook his head at his other half while grace mulled over what youko said.
"A way to a woman's heart is through charisma and chocolate ." she grinned ever so slightly. "lots of chocolate ." she began mumbling under her breath about chocolate and kurama just shot her a look slightly surprised by her sudden mood swing. "never get between a woman and her chocolate red." youko said wisely and kurama just snorted at youko.
The bell rung and they all headed out for their next class. "Now everyone be back to check in before you leave." their home room teacher announced as grace walked out. She pulled the folder from her backpack and began looking over its content. "I guess I'll have to look over all the students again." she hummed to herself and kurama walked up beside her and peered at the folder curiously. "What is this?" grace didn't acknowledge him. The entire day kurama would ask questions about her and she would simply ignore him distracting herself with her folder of names and faces.
Constructive criticism is always welcome, Till next time.