Boy Sized Dent by Shoujo's Revenge
Summary: She's allergic to flowers, stays as far away from him as possible, loves to collect fox memorabilia and she accidentally plows into him with a car. She's the perfect mate for him. Kurama x oc
Disclaimer: Yoshihiro Togashi owns Yuu Yuu Hakusho.
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12/14/13: Hello! I won't be updating until next year. As for my writing plans, I will be doing some novel writing. Thank you for the support for this story. For future updates, you can always check my profile.
Crash Two: Enter a Plea
"These pictures capture your most dazzling moments in school. If you don't do what I ask, then I'll sell these to all your fangirls. I wouldn't mind having some extra cash to spend." She dangled glossy photographs of him doing random things like elegantly eating lunch, studying at the library or standing outside the school property while his locks sailed in the wind. "Don't worry. I didn't take any perverted pictures. You're lucky I'm not one of your fangirls. You do as I ask and I'll get rid of these, every last one of these. Deal?"
He sighed. "I couldn't exactly refuse, could I?" Miyabe smiled, giving him the pictures. "Enjoy these. I still have the originals at home. Oh, a word of advice. The one thing she's really crazy about is foxes. She has this ridiculous notion that fox spirits are real. Stupid, huh?" She didn't notice the nervous look on his face. "Anyway, what I recommend is for you to buy something with a fox on it like a lead pencil or a fox figurine. Tell her how much you like foxes. Thanks a lot, Minamino-san."
With a smile, she hopped on her bike and pedaled away.
Maybe I should be transfer to another school. Kurama sighed, looking at the window. Yusuke, Kuwabara and Botan had their faces squished on the glass. They detached themselves as soon as they figured out he caught them eavesdropping. Idiots...He thought.
Oh, boy, this was going to be an interesting week. Kurama rejoined his friends. Miyabe was deliriously happy that he agreed to the deal. He could feel the curious stares on his back but he deliberately joined Hiei in staring out the window (well in Hiei's case, he was still glaring).
"So was that another one of your girlfriends?" Yusuke asked, nudging his arm suggestively.
"No, Yusuke, Miyabe-san is only a classmate of mine. She required my assistance with something," he said coolly.
"Oh, yeah? Does this have something to do with it?" Before Kurama could react, Yusuke snatched the manilla envelope from his hands.
"Yusuke!" The boy opened the top flap and poured out the contents. Kuwabara, Botan, Yusuke stared at the glossy photos of him. Hiei looked at them out of the corners of his eyes. The first thing that popped into their minds were (minus Hiei) were 'Wow, these photos were done so well. Did Kurama hire a professional photographer to take these pictures?' The second thing that popped into their minds were:
"Geez, Kurama. I always knew you were a little girly but I didn't know you have photoshoots." Kurama snatched up the photographs, redfaced. Oh, great. Now they all thought he was narcissistic. How did Miyabe always get him stuck in these situations?
"I know, Kurama..." Botan said, her eyes roaming over the photographs. "May I please keep this one?" She held up the picture of him standing against the backdrop of autumn leaves swirling in the wind.
"You may not." Botan pouted like a kitty as he snatched it back. "Just so you all know: I absolutely do not have photoshoots. This is Miyabe's idea of blackmail if I don't agree to her arrangement. How she even managed to take these snapshots I don't even know." It scared him to know that he hadn't sensed her at the moments these pictures were taken.
A white dog raised her head from her crossed paws at the sound of the key turning in the front door. Her curved up tail started to wag enthusiastically. Mizuki was finally coming home from school where her company wouldn't be tolerated even she tried so many times to sneak into the building. The problem was that dogs weren't allowed in school and she would surely get her owner in trouble if she snuck in. Like a faithful dog, she sat obediently at home and waited for her beloved owner quietly. She padded over to the opening door where Mizuki stood momentarily silouhetted against the dark blue night sky. Her head was down as she set down her schoolbag and slipped her feet into slippers. She automatically turned to the akita barking a greeting.
"I'm home," she whispered, kneeling down with a smile. The akita closed her eyes in contentment, enjoying the feel of her hand on her head. "Shiro, did someone feed you yet?" The dog frowned slightly at the weariness in her voice. She turned her head towards the living room. No sound could be heard meaning her grandpa was asleep. She made her way to the kitchen. Shiro followed after her.
Now that the dog got a chance to look closely at her, she saw that Mizuki was looking haggard. She uttered a whine. Her owner had been working too hard again. Mizuki poured her dinner into a chipped bowl, the name Shiro painted on the front of it.
"Here you go," Mizuki said, scratching the dog behind her ear and setting the bowl on the floor. Shiro placed her front paws on her shoulders and licked her face, whimpering as if to tell her to take it easy. Her owner understood her concern and stroked her once more. Now she would have to prepare dinner for her grandpa and herself. Shiro ate quietly near the counter where she could listen to the water running in the sink as her owner began to wash the dirty dishes.
As a dog, Shiro couldn't help her owner do the chores only the humans could do. She had to be on the alert for any little thing she could do besides watching over her owner's grandpa. For example, she picked up her toys whenever she was done so that nobody accidentally trip on them or refrained from begging to be walked when things were hectic. Still, even if Mizuki's schedule was too full, Shiro's needs would unfailingly be met. Her blue eyes stared guiltily at her reflection in the water bowl.
"What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Mizuki wasn't sure how one was supposed to tell if a dog was sick. As far as she could tell, Shiro had always been in tip top shape except for when she sometimes had stomachaches from eating strange things. Her hand laid on the crown of Shiro's head. Her head felt normal. Her eyes were doleful.
"Are you sad about something?"
Shiro dug her nose into the dog bowl, determined not to have Mizuki worry about her. It wouldn't do for her to have more worries. And so, her owner wandered back to her current task at hand, glancing back at the dog from time to time.
Shiro was by her side when dinner, a simple dish of rice and boiled fish, was served to her grandpa in his bedroom. The corners of his eyes crinkled up as he sat up and thanked her and Shiro, who carried the thermos of tea around her neck. She was by her side when Mizuki went back to the empty kitchen and ate her dinner, pages of her homework occupying the tabletop. She waited patiently at the wooden legs of the chair, ready for any task Mizuki wished for her to perform. Her eyes were glued to the problems on a math workbook. She stayed like that until she eventually fell asleep at the table, her dinner half-eaten. Shiro nudged her to urge her to eat more.
Mizuki didn't move. Shiro laid her head on her lap, closing her eyes.
Shiro thought of not allowing Mizuki to wake up the next day for school. She would get more sleep that way. Then she remembered something. She trotted to Mizuki's bedroom. In the darkness, she was able to bite one of the stuffed foxes off the neatly made bed. It was a white fox, its fluffy tail dragging on the floor. Foxes made her mistress happy, she knew that much. Her mistress would never knew that foxes were truly evil and mean spirited creatures. She, like so many human girls her age, only knew of how adorable foxes looked. If Shiro could verbally communicate with her, she would tell her all her experiences with those narcisists.
Mizuki's arms were sprawled on the table, her left arm almost knocking off the remains of her cold plate. Shiro nudged it away to the center of the table, replacing the fox in the crook of her widespread arms. Off balance, the stuffed animal leaned against the side of her peaceful face. Shiro returned to her rightful position beside her mistress. She glanced once more at her peaceful face. She whimpered a prayer that hopefully reached the ears of the gods: Please allow my mistress to be happy.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Mizuki Aoi asked, gripping her satchel. Miyabe led her to the bulletin board.
"See for yourself, Aoi-san," she said gently, pointing at the ranking.
"My name isn't there!" She was usually at least in the top ten.
"Try looking at the top three ranking."
Don't tell me. I actually got into the third place? She followed the names. Third place: Yuu Kaitou. Second place: Shuuichi Minamino. First place: Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening, her grip tightening. Mizuki Aoi. The students parted as she ran to the board to make sure her eyes weren't tricking her.
"Did you cheat or something, Aoi-san? This is the first time anybody has beaten Minamino," said a boy to her right. Her eyes slid to his confused face. She couldn't blame him for suspecting her; she wouldn't have believed it herself. Still, it was rather hurtful for someone to suggest it out loud in front of everybody else. The students around them murmured his suspicions. Determined footsteps came up to her right and they all could hear a slap resound in the hallway. It got quiet. Miyabe glared at the boy, her hand raised.
"Say that again, asshole if you want to get beaten up in front of everybody," Miyabe said, lifting him up by his collar. Mizuki firmly grasped Miyabe's hand and pulled it away from the loudmouth's collar.
"Don't get in trouble over this something this stupid," Mizuki whispered, dropping her hand. "It's not worth it. This is a mistake anyway." She waved to the board.
"Mizuki, why can't you defend yourself instead of belittling yourself? Minamino can't keep up his perfect record forever. He's only human. Someone else was going to broke his record eventually. Why can't it be you?" Miyabe asked.
"It's fine, Miyabe. Thanks anyway," Mizuki said, smiling gratefully.
Mizuki walked to her class, confused. She contemplated how it was even possible for her to surpass the two prodigies. She remembered the words Shuuichi Minamino said to her yesterday: Congratulations on being number one. He had said it so sincerely. As she took her usual desk by the window, everyone turned their eyes on her as if she was a rare species that just waltzed into their classroom.
They saw the midterm results. She realized, lowering her eyes to the desk. How is it even possible? I actually guessed on some of the questions!
While she had studied for her midterms, her lack of proper sleep caught up on her during exam week. She had barely enough sleep to function so she had to play guessing games on her answer sheet on a few questions. Shuuichi Minamino would've marked all the answers correctly so how did she possibly get the number one position? She made a note to stop by the administration office for some answers after school.
Meanwhile, Miyabe entered her own class, looked around and made her way to Kurama's desk. His fangirls didn't like how casually she walked over to him like they were close. Honestly, Kurama wasn't all that thrilled to see her so soon; he was still uncomfortable about the deal they made yesterday. He still wasn't sure how he planned to approach a girl who deliberately avoided him. Yusuke, on the other hand, had a lot of ideas and most of them included possible sexual harassment complaints. Botan had mysteriously pulled out costume fox ears out of thin air and gave them to Kurama. "She loves foxes, right?" She had asked when Kurama looked lost. She tried to put them in his hair while Kurama objected. Hiei's bad mood had gotten even worse because of their stupid argument.
"So Minamino-san? Did you talk to her this morning?" Miyabe asked. Kurama could tell by the brusque way she slammed down her hands on his desk that something got her upset. He already know what it was anyway. Several students especially female students kept coming up to him, complaining about Mizuki Aoi. 'How dare she take your place! She probably cheated to get that spot!' were the general complaints.
"No, Miyabe, I did not." He said simply. She was suddenly very close to his face, her hands clutching the side of his desk.
"Minamino-san, if you do not make at least an attempt to talk to her by lunchtime, I will kiss you in front of everyone." She whispered darkly. "Now remember, Minamino-san, a deal is a deal." She said cheerfully, standing up straight and skipped merrily to her seat.
He never thought he would ever be reduced to being afraid of a human girl. To his relief, Miyabe generally ignored him for the rest of the class though her actions did make their classmates wonder about them. His thoughts fell to the girl who managed to get the highest grade on the midterms in the whole school when he wasn't preoccupied on thoughts of Miyabe kissing him. It was a thought that send shivers down his spine. The back of Mizuki's head always popped into his head because that was generally the first thing he saw of her since the beginning of her first year. She had started to attend Meiou last year. She used to be seated by the windows so the sunrays highlighted her coffee brown hair. The boy seated behind Kurama always commented on that when he and his friend whispered about the new girl. Whenever people conversed with her, she answered back out of politeness then excused herself. She was generally accepted by everybody as the typical shy girl, no one special. One of the strange things about her was that she almost never looked at Shuuichi Minamino, the class pretty boy, at least once or even if she did, she quickly turned away, directing her attention elsewhere. Even when she had a problem, she went to Yuu Kaitou, who wasn't very friendly instead of the number one genius of the class.
Kurama probed further into his mind to see if there was some memories of him doing something, however small, to her that might've given her the wrong impression. Oh, wait, there was the underwear incident but her apparent dislike towards him started way before that incident. Maybe he had rejected her when she had confessed her love to him in the past. No, that couldn't be it, if that was the case, she would glare at him. The first and only time she ever did that was again during the underwear incident. Most of the times she had pretended like he wasn't there. He picked up his pencil and worked on the math problems that the teacher just assigned in the workbook, his thoughts still on her. Suddenly, a vision of her wearing her fox uniform appeared in his mind's eye along with Yusuke's teasing voice:
Yo, Kurama, don't you think she looked kind of cute in that fox get up? Now you know where to look when you're in heat.
Hiei's bad mood escalated because his ice cream cone ended up in Yusuke's face. The whistling Kurama had ignored both two pairs of angry eyes on his back.
If you hadn't opened your big mouth, Yusuke...Kurama set down his pencil after finishing his work earlier than the others.
The door slid open and a familiar brunette student stuck her head in, one hand on the frame of the door, addressing their math teacher. He looked up to see the fox girl, he brushed the image away, or rather Mizuki informing the teacher in hushed tones of an emergency concerning her car. From what Kurama could hear, an ambulance was trying to get into the parking lot and her car was blocking its way.
The teacher made an annoyed groan. "Class," she announced loudly, capturing their attention. Her students were already conscious of what was going on; they weren't very interested in their boring assignment. "I have to go move my car. I'll be right back. Don't go making trouble. Watch these clowns, Minamino."
"Of course, sensei," he said politely. Some of his fangirls giggled. Mizuki hadn't looked his way once, he observed. His gaze stayed on her. He quickly snapped his gaze to Miyabe's desk which was the desk closest to the door. Her head was down, the top of her pencil moving as she concentrated on her classwork. She did look up for a second to wave to Mizuki. Caught unawares, the brunette waved meekly when the teacher's back was turned. Satisfied, Miyabe's brown gaze returned to her paper.
"Let's go, Mizuki," the teacher said. "By the way, don't you have class now?" She murmured.
"The ambulance coming is for our teacher. Tachibana-sensei fainted so..." She didn't have to fill the rest of the sentence.
"He is getting on in years," the teacher commented, nodding understandably. "I do hope he'll be all right. Yes, Miyabe?" She addressed the girl who had her hand raised, waving her workbook.
"I don't get this crap, sensei. Can Aoi-san please help me since she doesn't have class anymore."
"I'm sure Minamino can help you."
"Hey, Keiko, gimme a fancier word for the word pretty." Yusuke said, his face screwed up in concentration.
Keiko put down her study guide.
"What? Are you actually doing homework?" She asked, peering at the paper he had been working on since the beginning of class.
"Nah, it's more important than homework. I'm writing a love letter," he said.
"Wh-what? For who?"
"For a girl from Kurama's school." Her hopes were dashed by his nonchalant response which earned him a slap across his face.
"Ow! What was that for? Oh..." He figured it out from her livid expression. "It's not like that! I'm not writing this from me. This is from Kurama." He had to further explain the circumstances from her now confused expression.
"Oh..." Now that she was enlightened with the knowledge of Kurama's apparent girl trouble. "So you're helping him get this girl to talk to him by faking a love letter from him? Then you're going to need my help." She snatched the letter from him. "First of all, if you're going to try to forge a letter then at least write legibly. I can't read one thing here except for the giant 'I love you' and why did you draw a fox in the corner here? Kurama would never do that in a letter besides his writing is a hundred times more legible."
"The girl loves foxes. Her friend told Kurama she thinks fox demons are real. Can you imagine the look on his face when she said that?" He chuckled. "And check this: Hiei's been seeing her at her job."
Keiko gasped at the promise of juicy gossip.
"Hiei-san likes her, too?"
"I'd say he likes her for her ice cream. That's the reason Hiei kept disappearing off at our meetings. He goes to this ice cream place called Kitsune Heaven or something."
Keiko's eyes lit up, gasping again. "Oh, I wanted to go to the Heavenly Kitsune Ice Cream Parlor ever since it opened! My friends told me it's really cute and the people who work there even wear costumes!"
"She has to wear this stupid pink cap with ears sticking out. She even has a tail sticking out her butt. Think about it. She's a fox girl, he's a fox boy. They make the perfect couple!" One of Keiko's eyebrows lifted in suspicion.
"Since when do you play cupid for your friends?" She crossed her arms.
"Kurama is a dear dear friend of mine and I would like to use this opportunity to get revenge on him."
"I thought so. You're normally dense when it comes to this kind of stuff."
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, nothing." Keiko picked up her pencil and turned to a blank page in her notebook. "I don't know why you're getting on revenge on Kurama but it's nice of you to help him find a girlfriend. Sometimes I wondered if he feels lonely. This..." She tried to make out the name Yusuke wrote on top of the paper. "Mi-yu-ki Aio sounds like a girl who would appreciate Kurama for his true self. Deep down inside, you just want him to be happy, right, Yusuke? Yusuke?" She looked up to see him walking out the door, stretching his arms.
"Thanks a lot, Keiko," he said, yawning. "Meet me at the Kitsune Heaven place after school when you're finished, okay?"
"Yusuke! Come back here, you jerk!" Keiko shouted. Her classmates stared at her.
Her stomach growled as a reminder that she hadn't eaten for the whole day. Mizuki hugged her stomach, mentally begging for it to stop grumbling, trying to read the next passage of a book propped up on her legs. A light breeze blew strands of her long hair across her forehead. Her finger on the yellowing page guided her weary eyes.
"The man discovered his lovely wife was actually a fox spirit disguised as a young woman. In spirit form, the fox was prepared to flee from her husband's life forever. However, the man stopped her in her tracks by saying: "Even if you are a fox spirit, you are still my wife. I would love you no differently. The fox spirit-Ahh! M-minamino-san!" The roof door opening interrupted the rest of her loud narration.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, Aoi-san." Kurama said, his hand on the door handle. "Were you speaking to somebody?"
She scrambled to her feet, the book falling off her lap. Kurama briefly caught a glimpse of the big bold title The Collected Tales of Fox Spirits. She quickly stuffed it in her backpack, blushing.
"N-no, I was just reading. Oh, were you going to eat lunch here? Sorry, I didn't know this is your spot. I can leave."
His 'spot' during lunch period was behind the school where he sat under a tree, admiring the flowers grown on the school property. Although, this was a perfect opportunity to make nice with her. He offered his most charming smile. She wasn't affected by it.
"You don't have to leave, Aoi-san. I needed to talk to you about something anyway."
She shuffled her feet, hiding her hands behind her back. "This isn't about the test results, is it? I didn't cheat if that's what you think. Even if I cheated, you would still surpass me. It's obviously a mistake on the administration's part."
"Oh, that. I know you didn't cheat. How could you have cheated with the teachers watching us like hawks? In fact, I'm impressed you beat me out of the number one spot." She seemed relieved, looking suspiciously at him.
"Then if it's about that cat I ran over..."
"Kuwabara-kun's kitten is fine."
"Then if it's about those coupons..."
"No, but Hiei thanks you for those." Technically, the fire demon didn't wish to thank her at all but Kurama felt it was right to do it on his behalf. "I just thought I speak to you about foxes." He saw a spark of interest in her green eyes. "I noticed you have a fondness for them."
"Um, I have to go."
"Wait! Is there something the matter, Aoi-san?" Kurama asked gently.
The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away though her shoulders sort of did a jump. The two of them were alone on the roof. He was blocking the only escape route unless she would consider jumping off the roof. He sincerely hoped she didn't detest him enough to attempt that feat.
A/N: Hopefully, you enjoyed this chapter. Sadly, this is the best writing I haven't done in years. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and thanks for reading even if you didn't review.
I hope I didn't confuse anyone with the scene jumps. I'm still not great at moving from scene to scene smoothly.