Hi, everyone. My parents are out and I lied about homework.
So let's get to reading another chapter! Yay!
I don't own YuYu Hakusho and I don't own Your Horoscope for Today.
I think this is the shortest chapter in the entire story... just to warn you of that.
Um, I was asked how Kaitou died. His appendix burst (which I don't think would actually kill anyone) and he got this deadly infection.
So... after this, we're down to two victims. Wow.
So I guess it would be pointless to try to guess the next chapter's victim, huh?
Anyway, enjoy chapter ten of "Your Horrorscope for Today". Read and review, please. And this one's dedicated to the Scorpios.
Scorpio–
"Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window."
Kari called Keiko to break the news to her.
And now there were only three left – his sister, his mother, and Keiko. Still he had no idea what to do to Keiko. And Kari... still he wanted to avoid killing her. But the same went for his mother. If he had to choose one of them over the other, who would it be?
"Yeah, I know. This is getting seriously scary. I don't want to die, Keiko," she sobbed. "I don't want to die."
The way her crying, her anxiousness, her fear cut at him... He knew he had his answer. He'd pick Kari.
So Shiori would be the next to die.
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"Oh, Shuichi. I didn't expect to see you here."
He smiled. It was easy – he'd been smiling like this, smoothly, perfectly, at her his entire life. "I just came to see how you were doing, Mother."
She coughed, then said, "It's just a checkup." But she smiled, pleased by the fact that her son – Shuichi, her perfect son – cared so much about her.
He smiled again in response. But there was something different about it. This wasn't a fake smile – he was truly glad. Sickeningly so.
How easily she swallowed his lies.
"Would you like to come for a walk, Mother?" he asked. When it looked like she might protest, he added, "It would be good for you. You need to stretch your legs."
The woman smiled warmly at him again. "Of course, you know best."
They walked down the hall and turned the corner. At the end of his hallway, a dead end, was the window with the prettiest view.
"How lovely," she murmured as her son slid open the window.
And suddenly, she was falling.
Kurama turned and walked back. He didn't need to stick around to confirm her death; there was no need to. She was only human – a frail, sickly, weak human.
And she had fallen from the fourth floor.
- Kuramastrass -