Yu Yu Hakusho

Fatal Attraction

Chapter 2

Under A Watchful Eye

Summary:

Kurama meets a girl who believes there's more to their relationship then friendship. She becomes obsessed with him. But is it through regular means or something more then that? KuramaxOC Yaoi with the possibility of other relation ships.

Note:

Since my first chapter my writing style has changed a bit. Italics will stand for thought, something to take note of and pretty much all I have to say.

Now here is the second chapter.

Kurama found himself once again sitting on the couch within his home. He realized he couldn't just sit there after hearing it seemed like the reporters had left. Actually he had gotten up to check and it seemed they actually took off…after an hour or so. If he hadn't gotten in contact with the others, those being Yusuke and the others usually in company, he would have felt bad for missing the meeting with the others. At least it was nothing serious. They would have just been spending time together as they hardly seemed to in-between missions.

It seemed like it had been forever since he had last seen everyone together. He hadn't gotten any visits from anyone except one person. The childlike black cloaked male with crimson red eyes that could pierce ones soul. Hiei had come and gone but of course at times he was only absolutely sure no one would see. Not that just anyone could notice his presence. Since he hadn't seen him in awhile so far he would assume that either he had become busy, he was aware things had changed since they first met, or he hadn't found a chance to get him alone. The kitsune wouldn't doubt that he was being watched constantly as well as his house. He would really have to be careful how he went about things.

A faint sigh from the red head as he stood a little distance from the window. What should he do now? That was the question. Calling off his meeting the others left him here with nothing to do. Well, other then trying to avoid the press. Perhaps it would be best to take a little walk. He could stay hold up in his home but that honestly wouldn't accomplish anything but rousing the suspicions of those reporters who hadn't given up. Really, considering what he said he would think they would simply wait. But who was he kidding. These people all wanted a story and so they would come after him. Regardless of what he said or didn't say. He actually doubted he would choose one of those reporters outside. He didn't know why exactly but he didn't really care about dealing with any of them. Perhaps because they were so persistent with stalking him. Not something he wasn't somewhat use to with the girls that followed him when he was younger.

His previous thoughts earned a light chuckle from him. Those girls that use to follow him around were high school girls that had a crush on him. It was both annoying yet somewhat cute. Some would eventually work up the courage to speak with him but unfortunately for them Kurama or Shuichi in the world of ningens would show no interest in them. Perhaps that was what urged them on. The fact that he was always single and never with someone. He would think that it must have put a large sign over his head the read. Available young man looking for a young women. The was something that didn't go away even as he reached college. Perhaps that was what the girl had seen but he had been sure he hadn't behaved any different then he would have if he were with another female or ningen person in general. He could only begin to imagine what could have been going through that females mind.

All this…all this had come to worry Shiori. His ningen mother who he most certainly did not wish to worry in any way. He recalled speaking to her a day or two ago now. She had been concerned with what was going on. He didn't like lying to her but some things he couldn't tell her for anyone that knew his true life even partially would understand. Even a ningen matter like this wasn't one he wanted to worry her with though. He really should give her a call though. Surely she must have seen his home on the news. Then he would expect she wasn't the only family member of his. He had his younger step brother and father. Surely they must have some concern as well. He always hated troubling others with his problems. This situation was no different from any other. The sooner this was over the better.

As if answering his earlier question he heard a crash come from upstairs. It seemed like he was going to check out what that noise was. His thoughts started searching for what possibly could have made the noise. He knew Hiei certainly wouldn't fumble and what were the chances of something randomly falling over. It had to be someone or perhaps something. He had left his bedroom window open. Was that not a good idea? Well, whether or not that was the case he had a habit of doing so. Hiei did seem fond of appearing there so he just thought it more convenient. Now he was hurrying up the stairs to check what had fallen on the ground. All he could here at the moment were his feet hitting the stairs as he went up. The stairs weren't old so they certainly didn't creak. He prided himself on the fact he bought a home that wasn't so old. Though he was aware this place had a few residents in the past. That really didn't matter now though. He had to find out what happened exactly.

Reaching the top of the stairs fairly quickly he found himself looking down a white hallway, that was the inside color of his home after all, with several doors along the way. There was only one door open. Walking forward, he needn't rush what could be anything at all; he came to a stop at the doorway of his bedroom. Surely, if someone was going to attack him they would have done so already. He at least imagined it that way. Then again the demons and people he dealt with in the past never did always do the same thing. He knew that all too well with his experiences in the past.

Should he have been expecting to see someone or something? Perhaps but upon looking he saw nothing. Well, nothing but the wind blowing the curtains of the open within his room and there on the floor he saw what was a figurine tat seemed to have fallen off the desk within his room. It was a fairly small but breakable figurine of a fox. It was given to him by his younger brother. Apparently he thought he had a thing for foxes. A mere coincidence…maybe? Well, this gave no excuse for it to have fallen over in his opinion. The desk was set up against the wall on the right side of the room while the left side had his bed by that wall. It was really relatively similar to his old room at his mother's home. It was simple and that was all he could have asked for.

Now he wasn't sure whether he could believe this was the doing of the wind. He felt nothing though, There were no demons about that he could sense so what could this mean. He very well considered asking Youkos opinion but he really did not think it necessary. Rarely nowadays did he hear the spirit mistunes opinion on anything. It had him curious as to why. It wasn't something he really had time to question with all the commotion though. And now certainly was not the time to contemplate it.

Almost hesitantly he stepped forward into his room and proceeded to completely walk towards the figurine on the floor. He bent down and picked up what was the classic red fox and set it back upon the desk that held a few papers and books stacked on the sides. There was a lamp light there used at night and he had a few pencil and pens set for when he needed to use them. Nothing really seemed out of place to him. Emerald orbs took the time to look around the room once more after he set the figurine down. Was he just jumping to conclusions? The very thing he hoped not to do. He supposed all this would cause some paranoia although he certainly wouldn't have thought so before. He was use to handling situations that often seemed troubling to everyone else.

Perhaps it was time to close that window? Kurama moved forward one step then two steps and then he came to a stop. He had yet to reach the window, just a few more steps away, but here he had stopped. It was only because he heard a voice then and not one in his head.

"So you're the one all this fuss is over." The voice of what sounded like a young man spoke, perhaps around the age of Kurama, came from behind him.

"How?" The single worded question came as Kurama turned to see in the doorway he had not long come from stood a young man just a little taller then he was. He had these very pale blue eyes. Could he have been blind? With black hair that fell to his shoulders and stopped. He wore what seemed to be a simple black tee-shirt along with blue jeans and what appeared to be black dress shoes. Who was this guy? Certainly he could not be human for he would have known of his presence. But he felt nothing so he had to be a demon? He was quickly thinking this but his thoughts were interrupted by the fellow who appeared at his doorway.

"Does it matter? Isn't it obvious?" The young man stood with his arms folded at the door way with a smirk practically plastered on his face.

Kurama considered what he would say with a passive expression set on his features. They certainly weren't questions mean to be answered. He knew how he got in. It had to be the window. What he wanted to know was how he got from the window to where he was now without him noticing. Surely it hadn't taken him that long to react to the noise. His bedroom door was the only one open and he would have heard if someone went into another room. The hallway certainly had no place to hide either. It was visible straight hallway that turned by the staircase in an L shape but both sides were clearly visible.

"What did I make you speechless?" The young man spoke once more upon receiving no answer. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm here to give you a message." He spoke stopping and seeming to leave it at that for the moment to hear Kurama speak.

"What is this message and who is it from?" Kurama spoke this question in his usual calm tone. He was still trying to figure out who could have sent this man. He wasn't familiar with him at all. He couldn't imagine Koenma would send anyone. Yusuke and the others weren't supposed to do anything. He supposed it was a possibility though but only this stranger could answer his questions.

The young man held an amused look upon his features with the smirk still there before he spoke again. "I can't go telling you who it's from but I can sure tell you the message." He seemed to pause for a moment letting the silence linger before speaking up again. "He is coming to see you sometime soon but not you exactly and he wants you to know that he would like to see you at your best and that's it." The young man held up his arms then as if in surrender. "I'm just the messenger you know so…" He trailed off with a shrug of his shoulders as if trying to say that was that.

From what Kurama heard it seemed this young here was sent by what had to be a demon. He really could only assume which wasn't what he liked to do. This man, whoever sent this young man here, was going to pay him a visit sometime. He however could not tell whether this was a warning as to something that would lead to a fight of some sort or simply someone who wanted to pay him see him for whatever he wanted from the kitsune. "Do you have any idea when exactly?" He had to try and get a bit more information.

The young man seemed thoughtful as he watched Kurama. He gave his head a slight shake no after a few seconds. "I said I told you all I could." He still held an amused look as if he did know something but perhaps he did not. "By the way the name is Daisuke and I really must get going but we'll probably meet each other again." He spoke with a random smile but still held an amused look that went without saying. "Tata for now." With that the young man who introduced himself as Daisuke was gone in a flash. He was literally thee and then gone as if he was never there at all.

Kurama found himself frowning at this bit of information he had been given. As if he hadn't been dealing with enough already. Now he had to worry about a demon and some messenger who didn't appear to have any dark intentions but looks could be deceiving. He supposed he should tell the others about this but he knew this would only serve to worry them. He very well considered telling Koenma in hopes of him having information but he may tell the others even if he asked him not to. Whatever he did he thought it best to decide soon.

Well that's it for now. Please review if you would like more. I'd love to hear anything from what readers I have. Flames will be used to fuel my fiery passion for writing.