A/N: I really have nothing new to say every time I create a new Author's note so every time I do this, you are getting an odd insight to my life; I hate math class!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuyu Hakusho, never will because even if I had the chance to buy out whoever owns it, I would much rather use the money for something much cooler… like a monkey… yeah a monkey.
The spasms wracking Yurika's body stopped as quickly as they had come, her eyes fluttered with the uncomfortable heat in her muscles. There had not been that much pain this time; by next week there would be none, whether from her body adapting or the powers being received were becoming weaker she did not know. Yurika leaned her head against the cool brick of the building; vaguely she could feel her long hair sticking to her back and neck.
That was the only thing that she liked about having to abandon her home. Her short hair was a symbol to her of adventure and becoming more like her belov… her very much liked Youko. How wrong she was; there was no adventure, just one fight after another (eventually she would learn the 'look' that would keep even the worst of demons away). The fights tore at her young person's optimism for a new life. A few months later (no long period, not even by human's account), she had traveled enough (of course her being one of the faster learners would help) to be as wise in the ways of the harsh world as the most hardened of demons.
Anyone who knew the story she had told to Kato and met her on the street would think that the bite she received from her mother (for there is no denying it at this point: she was the last of the Hito Isei lineage and her mother was the pitiful soul that was betrayed by her lover and tried to kill her daughter) bred the mind-set she harbored now; bitter, angry, and alone.
No, she had tried, in the beginning, to be with others. She had joined groups of thieves, detectives, and everything in the middle for some amount of contact. Hell, she even tracked down the scent of her father (which lingered in those evil mountains of Kusabana) and found she that had a half-brother, Morrio (recently deceased), who now ran the faction of thieves her father used to (the only way she knew the second half of her story was because she had beaten Morrio until she got the full account of her parents). These thieves were neither giving nor warm, unlike Youko. Still, even then, she had to leave the group. It was always the same; she would get attached, the pain would be too great and she would disappear. In the end there was nothing for it, she left the real world for a world of her own, rarely venturing out for food and contact when she was desperate. Her bitterness and anger fermented out alone, with none but a I'm-too-wise-for-petty-problems lighting demon and small child (or so she had thought, until twenty four hours ago) for company, adding to her pain like salt to an open wound; she had grown attached, but she could not bear to let them go.
She was not angry at them, her little family that sent fires of agony through her being; the world, cold and hateful thing it was; or even Youko, that painful, handsome son of a bitch. She spent long hours in her room, sobbing for her lose lo… friendship. Of course, this just added to her agony exuding from her arm and to her hate swirling in the pit of hell that was her heart. She hated the woman (if the wretch could be called that), Okanan, who did this to her, who caused this. That day of the attack, surprisingly, faded from her mind. She remembered the stench, the feeling, and the first look, but nothing more. If she went to look for this creature, she would not tell it from any other piece of filth that she came across until she killed it.
The words, she had heard them without hearing them. The spell Okanan put on her. The words were fuzzy to her and there was nothing she could do until she remembered all of them; there was something important in the words, and she could not act on the ones she knew alone. Besides, she could only remember one line, and the only reason that she remembered that was because through her pain that was when she realized the thing was speaking (she also remembered her absorbed incredibility that such a creature could talk).
Kore mato imei not fe-do
Mitei…
That was where her memory ended. But she was hoping to remedy that tonight.
In the forest.
Kurama tried to use his body to cover Jun's as the girl shook on the ground. Yusuke was trying to pin her down as much as possible, so she would not hurt herself, and Kurama and Kuwabara stood, trying to keep the other students from seeing. They were failing miserably, of course, and soon a girl with blonde, bouncy pigtails came up to them.
"Is she okay?" The girl spoke not with concern for another human's (as far as she knew, anyway) wellbeing, but for a chance to talk and make herself seem concerned. When she went home that night, she would call her friends and tell them that she walked up to a cute boy that was doing something strange and when they asked why, she would say that a girl was having a problem. Jun's pain was just an interesting speck in her life.
"Yes," Kurama gritted as Jun's nail connected with his leg.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing, we're handling it."
"Do you want me to call a nurse?"
Jun stilled as quickly as she had started. A second later she was up and looking around blearily, as if she had just taken a nap.
"Let's go." Hiei said, appearing out of nowhere and ignoring the simpering females (Jun's experience did not stop her from being Jun).
They retrieved Yurika from behind the trashcans (she was able to come out to meet them) and were on either way to Genkai's temple. Hiei seemed anxious. He walked with them, but would make snide comments about their speed every so often. He kept glaring at Yurika and Kurama was sure that they were having conversations in their heads. Finally, Kurama heard the voice he had been waiting for.
Listen up, fox.
Yes?
You're staying at Genkai's tonight. After dinner, go out into the forest and hide yourself; make sure the girl doesn't sense you.
What's going on?
Just do it.
Yurika heard them coming, and stepped out from behind the trashcans; lamenting, slightly as she did so, about how far she had fallen. Kuwabara was (once again) carrying Jun. She gave slight consideration to glaring at both of them, but she had more important things on her mind and the sight of Jun just added more trouble to her mind. She fell into step behind her 'protectors' and they walked in utter silence.
As she walked Yurika looked at the ground, the gray cement, watching as glittering lights too small for humans to see fully danced from the reflection of the sun. Feeling eyes on her, Yurika raised her head and met Hiei's eyes. He was not glaring at her exactly, just putting enough emotion into his eyes to warn her no to go back on her promise. She pulled a face at him before quickly pulling her mask back up, before any of the others noticed.
You'll get your answers, Hiei.
I'd better.
I may be a lot of things, but a liar I am not.
If you were a liar you could say the exact same thing; remember, I'm not above dragging you out of the temple kicking and screaming.
I am above killing you, but I would have no quarrels of taking off a finger or two.
Hn. Whatever, just meet me tonight after dinner, so the two idiots don't think anything's up. Just don't think about slipping through the cracks; you won't get far with a lighting demon and a hurt child.
We will meet tonight.
A.N: I think this update came as fast as it could come. Okay, little remembering to be done: in chapter seven, Reseph tell Yurika that Morrio is dead. In chapter eight, we learn Yurika's story, which is what she is talking about here. Finally, Okanan is the name of Yurika's mother, who was betrayed by her lover and went insane.