Sorry to disappoint, people, but no one dies in this chapter. If you want to read about the next victim's death, wait until the next chapter.
Now that that's out of the way...
I don't own YuYu Hakusho!
I don't own Your Horoscope for Today, either, but that's another story.
Hmm... this chapter's kinda short, but... it's a very important chapter. You'll see.
Only two more to go now!
So... enjoy the chapter twelve of "Your Horrorscope for Today".
"Now you may find it inconceivable, or at the very least, a bit unlikely, that the relative position of the planets and the stars could have a special, deep significance, or meaning, that exclusively applies to only you."
There was only one left.
Keiko was the only one Kurama hadn't killed, and still he had no idea what to do to her. He looked around Kari's room for the CD, but he didn't find it. Not that he needed it. He had it memorized.
He repeated her horoscope in his head, once, twice. What could he do to her?
Then he had it. He'd let her figure it out. She was smart; she would eventually. Then, when she did, the moment she next went outside she would die.
Perfect.
Now, he had a phone call he needed to make.
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She couldn't believe it. Kari was gone now, too. She and Kurama were the only ones left alive.
The last conversation she had had with the girl kept replaying in her head.
"You know what I've noticed, though?" She leaned in toward her, moving her head slightly closer. Her bright green eyes were glittering. "They've all died according to their horoscopes."
"What?"
Her eyes were frantic now, serious. She had to say this now. "He's a Sagittarius."
"Who?"
"My–"
What had Kari been about to say? Surely not "my mother" since Shiori was already dead. And she had said, "He's a Sagittarius."
But why did that even matter?
She wondered what the CD Kari had given her was. Why had she given it to her, then whispered "good luck" as she was leaving?
Those had been her last words. Good luck.
Keiko put it in her CD player/radio and hit play. She recognized the song. Your Horoscope for Today.
"They've all died according to their horoscopes."
"Horoscopes are a bunch of mumbo-jumbo nonsense."
She listened to the song all the way through once. Then she got a notebook and wrote down the signs, then the lyrics. Then, she added names.
And saw there was a pattern.
"They've all died according to their horoscopes."
This must be what Kari was talking about.
She knew she was a Capricorn, and Yusuke was a Leo. Kuwabara was an Aquarius; she remembered the joke Yusuke had made. She remembered Atsuko was an Aries after a while, but the others took more work – she had to work backwards, remembering their death and then matching it to a horoscope.
They all matched.
Aquarius: There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus. Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-a-Mole 17 hours a day.
Kuwabara – head smashed in
Pisces: Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos... with the Ebola virus. You are the true lord of the dance, no matter what those idiots at work say.
Genkai – burned alive
Aries: The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty-pound watermelon in your colon. Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf and give a hickey to Meryl Streep.
Atsuko – exploded colon
Taurus: You will never find true happiness; what'cha gonna do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep.
Hiei and Yukina – overdosed in their sleep
Gemini: Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence. Your love life will run into trouble when your fiancée hurls a javelin through your chest.
Kari – knife through chest
Cancer: The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face-down in the mud. Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test.
Botan – drowned in a mud bath
Leo: Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face, oh, no. Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding and wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik.
Yusuke – choked on a spoon of instant pudding
Virgo: All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent except for you. Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick.
Shizuru – decapitated
Libra: A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented than you. Laughter is the very best medicine; remember that when your appendix bursts next week.
Scorpio: Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window. Work a little bit harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak.
Shiori – pushed from a window
Sagittarius: All your friends are laughing behind your back. Kill them. Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den.
Kurama – the killer
Capricorn: The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying. If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never, never, never, never, never leave my house again.
Keiko –
Her own name, waiting there for a cause of death, gave her the shivers. Then it hit her.
She was going to die.
Kurama was going to kill her. The moment she stepped out of the house, her life would be over. That must have been what Kari was about to say – my brother.
She had a chance, though. Her horoscope was a warning. But if she disobeyed...
Suddenly feeling paranoid, she got up and started locking her bedroom windows.
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Kurama sat on the roof of the house next door, watching the girl through her window. She got up and started playing with the lock, a look of panic and fear on her face.
So she'd figured it out. Good. He smiled.
The final game could begin.
- Kuramastrass -