Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC
By: ~Pinkbun17~
Re-edited: 12/14/20
***Warning of gore and possible lime.
Disclaimer: Why do I even have to write this?! I think it's fairly obvious I don't own YYH and I'm just a fan borrowing them for the sake of my sanity! ^-^
Youko's Thoughts: ^Enter Yatta text here. ^
Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *Enter Blah Blah Blah here. *
Inner thoughts of other characters: 'One can get tired of adding extras that no one reads anyway.'
Chapter 11: The Real Kurama to the Rescue!?
(DAY ONE) 4:50 pm
Kurama's POV:
Her scent leads me to a malodorous area in the next city over from Rosethrone past Boreance, which happens to be called Lardena.
I begin to sprint faster, now nearing a string of houses that are devoid of life. The homes are complete disasters, paint is peeling away, rotting debris is astray everywhere, and an even fouler odor is lingering. I can see why the name Lardena suits this portion of this city.
Youko then chooses to comment: ^This stench practically reminds me of Demon world's atmosphere. Who would have known this human world would be capable of reeking nearly as putrid as decaying demons thousands of years old? ^
*In general death of any creature isn't going to smell very pleasant, Youko.* I'm almost tempted to snicker, realizing that Youko has really become quite soft; even he seems to have forgotten the true scent of Demon world.
^Obviously, but it appears not only humans have died here. ^ Youko states with a slight sneer and that's when I notice a hell hound's head at my feet, decapitated and decomposing.
*For a moment there, I truly doubted you. I apologize. * It is I who has become too soft…
As I follow my nose and senses, her scent begins to diminish, and I franticly kick the door down to a random shamble of a house, only to discover more corpses, both demon and human. Even I nearly gag from the strength of the stench.
^They have been deceased for weeks; something is evidently strange around here. ^ Youko adds in, his voice hinting at disgust. ^Whoever slaughtered these hell hounds aren't going to be so easy to defeat, it is best to proceed with caution. ^
*I'm aware of that fox, I just hope she's still alive. * I respond and move on to the next house.
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Aisha's POV:
My body can't help itself, as I empty whatever is left in my stomach again. I don't think it's possible to forget the despair and fear on that boy's face, because it just may become my own.
After the terror and panic subsided a bit, anger slowly courses through me, it doesn't matter if I die or not- I must try to stop him, or this will be the fate of my friends and family…
Rage. It was rising the way a volcano does when it's about to erupt within me again. How the hell did I feel sorry-even for a moment, for a monster like him!? Stupid me, but I keep thinking back to how his whole demeanor had changed, and how much hurt he seemed to be in- like he was fighting someone…? I really wonder if it is possible that he's being controlled like what I've seen in animes…
Oh screw it! Even if he is- he's still going to over-kill me, just like the poor guy in the bathtub. Somehow, I really doubt a rusty can of air freshener and a dusty old toilet plunger is going to save me from impending doom.
Finally, I stand up again, carefully reminding myself not to breathe out of my nose. Just as I begin to limp towards the door, I nearly step on something cylinder-like and pick it up. Yet another damned object placed here to mock me! Air Wick Brand Air Freshener Garden Retreat!
Oh, how I wish I could punch someone's face in, but only tighten my grip around the wooden handle of the crusty dull red toilet plunger. Before I can make any dumb bold moves, I hear Aiden's footsteps creeping closer to the bathroom's door. I quickly squat behind the cracked mirror, and prepare myself to fight again, all the while trying to think of a plan. If only I was a wiz at critical thinking…which isn't the case here, 'cause I'm not a very quick thinker in the first place…
The moment the door creaks open, my body is completely trembling- I try to calm myself down.
'I can do this…I can do this…I have to do this!' I repeat in my head over and over again, as I shake the can of air freshener like a mad lady. I peer carefully from my hiding place, and he is inching closer, counting to three in my head a couple of times, I wait until he comes close enough to almost see me.
"UGLY!" I scream, shoving the mirror which shatters on top of his feet, and spray the can of air freshener in his eyes. I throw the can at his head as hard as I can- while he's down I kick him again in the 'family jewels'.
I almost make my way around him, but he grabs my good ankle in a vice-like grip, all the while shards from the mirror rip into the flesh of my arms and legs as I fall. I kick him in the nose and struggle to get loose. Remembering I have the dusty red toilet plunger in my hand I shove it in his face. As more shocks of pain grip my ankle, I curse him hoping his stupid face is fucked up. Mirror shards crunch under my blue shoes as I sprint towards the door.
"Eat shit!" I yell slamming it so hard it shakes intensely. His moans of pain are music to my ears, well sort of… I glance to my left and spot a nasty, mold-infested, old fashioned wardrobe. Mustering all the strength that's left in my agonizing body, I shove the heavy wardrobe over the bathroom door and dash down the hallway again.
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Aiden's POV:
The moment I get off da phone, I head back to the little human, only to find the room she was in, empty.
'How da hell did she escape..?' I wonder, and my answer is the remains of my knife (it's crumbled to dust) lying on the wooden floor and the shreds of the rope created from demon stallion hairs…
'Damn I underestimated the little fucker…Boss ain't gonna be too happy 'bout this…and here I thought no human could break through bindings as strong as that...then again she ain't dead yet from da seed...'
I couldn't help but ta smile, this was gonna be like a game of Cat and Mouse, there's no escape Miss Aisha… I wonder if boss and big brother have already collected the fox's body yet, they should be most pleased with my work, after all, I created that poison seed myself.
'The mercy ya desired will never come, regret will haunt ya forever in your afterlife, Kurama...' I laugh to myself, gratified of what I have accomplished.
'Aiden it isn't too late to save the human, please hurry to save big brother- you have to-'
There's that pesky shitty little voice again if only I could shut it up for good. My head begins to ache uncontrollably, and I screech out in pain, clutching to my confused mind.
'Boss is only using you to do his bidding, and he's hurting you and big brother!' The minuscule voice pleads with me, and I only shout at it to shut the fuck up. It doesn't give up and I only can cry out in madness.
'Aiden! You know this is wrong, you have been tricked- this is not who you are-'
"Get outta my head…!" I shriek out and bash my head against the wall.
The noise finally stops after a while, and blood trickles down ta the bridge of my nose from my forehead.
As I snap myself out of it, I walk into the hallway, thinking of places she might be hidin'.
I hear faint movement behind me and begin ta make my way towards the bathroom door, the room where that stupid human's corpse is in.
'Hopefully the little bitch has seen him too, bet she's scared outta her fucking wits!' I chuckle ta myself.
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"You…fuckin' little shit…!" I groan, unable ta stop myself from feelin' so much pain. It feels like that whore ripped my balls off! Even my eyes burn from the crap she sprayed- a demon like me shouldn't have this much trouble controlling a stupid human wench!
'Being able ta survive the seed's effects, breaking rope made from demon stallion hairs, and actually injuring me only proves that you ain't a regular human, you little tramp.'
"I'm gonna tear ya apart!" I shriek, standin' up only to discover somethin' is blocking the door. I quickly start rammin' away, all the while sniggering, enjoying myself.
This is gonna be much more fun than I thought it would be.
Aisha's POV:
My hands are trembling too much to properly use my fingers to unlock all these aggravating locks-so far, I've only undone ten, and I'm still counting. Damn it all. I'm so close. I can almost taste it, freedom. If only I could calm down, stop wheezing, and block out all this pain from getting to me.
BAM! A loud smashing sound of splintering wood echoes and a screech of complete malice roars throughout the house. Shit. He got out quick, and he's probably making his way down the freakishly long hallway…
Somehow, I unlock the final deadbolt, and franticly wiggle the doorknob, just as I open it faint sunlight beams down on my face, and I sprint as hastily as I can; but with the rising agony and constricting of my pathetic lungs-my pace is sluggish and I feel myself beginning to blackout.
'No! Not now, if I stop now, I'm done for…Keep going you have to warn someone…anyone…' I tell myself.
As I feebly dash down the cement path and turn the corner, my hair is yanked backwards, and I'm being dragged back into my own personal hell.
"Think ya can escape from me? I don't think so Miss Aisha!"
Earsplitting shrieks fill up in my eardrums, but I'm unsure who they belong to. My head is flaming in pain, my mind is whirling in dizziness, and fear is engulfing my heart once again- but I'm powerless to stop anything.
"NOOOOO!" "LET ME GO!" "PLEASE!" The cries repeat over and over again. Bit by bit, piece by piece my awareness is falling into darkness, but even that isn't completely granted to me. My entire being is hot with pain but numb with terror. He simply tosses my floppy body over his shoulder, try as I might to move- I can't will my fingers to so much as twitch.
As he's stomping back up the stairs, I hear him chuckle. "Ya know I've changed my mind. You've proved yourself and you ain't as ugly as some demons out there. I'm gonna have much more fun, of course… at your expense."
No, I really hope he isn't thinking about what I think he is…
I didn't even notice the bobbing going-up-stairs movement stop, and before I know it, I'm thrown like a useless rag doll on to the floor. Pain slaps my entire form and I cry out-tears are already leaking out of my eyes once again.
I hear a click, meaning he's locked the door. I will myself to look up, and glance into his cold dull green eyes. His hair is starting to become less and less vibrant, and his clothing is beginning to change.
"If you're going to kill me, you should do it as yourself. I want to see the face of the freak who murders me." I'm shocked that my voice escaping my lips sounds so even and sturdy, even the tears and trembling has stopped.
'If I'm going to die now, I can at least hold on to some of my dignity.'
I glance around the room and spot yet another Yu Yu Hakusho piece that went missing from my room. A painting I had gotten as a gift from Aurora for my birthday last year, all her beautiful artwork is completely in shambles. She had drawn a gorgeous picture of Kurama smiling, a rose tucked behind him- it was so breathtaking that it's almost as if Kurama himself was going to give his flower to the person standing in front of the frame.
I find it strange that this monster isn't pouncing on me, so I gather a bit of courage and dare a peek at the jerk, all the while forcing myself to sit up. A pained expression is planted on his face, and he is oddly silent as if wondering what his next move should be.
"So whatcha think of the body in there?" He grins happily, clearly holding in a chuckle.
'Oh no don't strain yourself, go ahead laugh, maybe you'll magically burst into flames.'
I only shut my eyes tightly, grit my teeth, and ball up my hands into tight fists in response.
"Well? How long do ya think he was alive for, hm Miss Aisha?" He presses on as if we're good old friends teasing each other about crushes. "Wanna know what da last things he cried before he croaked?" He continues like this, in a light tone- digging deeper under my flesh.
The terror that is clutching my mind crumbles as antagonism makes itself known.
"He begged for his life as my creation tore him apart, he wailed for his mama, only ta have not one soul hear his-"
This psycho knows exactly what buttons to rip off.
"SHUT UP YOU SICK SON OF A B-" Whizzing near my ear, a flash of silver and brown cut me off midway, from what I spot from the corner of my eye is another one of his accursed toys, a fucking knife- sticking out of the off-white dingy wall.
Even as my heart hammers against my ribcage, I don't tremble. I glare him dead in the eyes, only to be greeted by gray irises, void of meaning. Gradually, he turns away from me and lightly places his grubby hand on the dull doorknob, just when his digits graze the dusty lock; he pauses. "Damn, my powers are at their limits." I have to strain my ears just to understand what the hell he's grumbling to himself.
I only glower at him, hoping he'll just drop dead, but instead, I witness a strange flicker wash over his form- a dude in a black cloak, however, it vanishes as fast as it appears. In the back of my mind, I recall vaguely what he stated he was, a shift shaping demon.
"Stop hiding like the coward you are, Aiden." I say as calmly as I can, though the harsh pounding in my veins doesn't make it easy.
Bam. And just like that, I'm slammed to the floor. Glaring into crazed gray irises circled in the color of bright blood. The whites of his eyes are stained pink (I think because of that air fresher). I can't help but to gasp, both from the sudden rush of extra pain and the freaky appearance in those eyes.
"G-get off me!" I shout, but he only guffaws wickedly as he seizes hold of my blackish-brown hair and starts dragging me across the filthy floor again.
"LET GO! LET GO!" As raw as my throat is, I continue to cry out, trying to salvage my mind.
Once again, I'm treated like a rag doll. He throws me against a wall, and next thing I know I'm floating several inches off the ground; my arms and legs are grasped harshly by something.
"Didn't think I'd have ta use this on some stupid supposed human." He states bored, as calm as he sounds, I can't get the thoughts of the body in the bathtub out of my mind.
I'm too afraid to open my eyes in full, and I'm even more vulnerable than I was a moment ago. I know I wished for death this morning, but I wanted to go in peace, not in complete torment…
For a moment he pauses, then questions; "How would you like them to die, a slow tormenting death or a quick almost painless slaughter? Should I start carving up those little kids? Or rip apart those feeble teenage humans?"
'No, not my siblings and not my friends…'
"Speechless are ya? I'll start off with you my dear."
I don't respond, my lips are sewn together, and my tongue is as dry as a desert. Pain explodes in a matter of seconds-
WHAM WHAM WHAM. I cry out so loud I feel as though my voice box is going to pop out. His bashing is so hard and rapid it's difficult to even believe this is real. Try as I might- I can't stop wailing; were those even punches? Or were they gunshots?
"Don't worry you're not gonna die just yet, but I can't say the same for your loved ones…"
"It's such a surprise just how much of a fight you put up, I'll tell ya one thing, I ain't ever gonna underestimate a human again." He forces my head up and he states coldly, "Quit your cryin' wench, ya should be happy boss picked you."
Thoughts are swirling in my head wildly, trying to make a logical explanation…but it comes up with nothing- it only registers pure anguish. WHAM WHAM WHAM!
"Please...st..op...!" I choke out of my raw throat and for a moment he pauses. I open my eyes up again and realize he's only getting started. His creepy smile and freaky eyes are clearly letting me know this. If his socking doesn't kill me, my asthma will. I am once again unable to breathe properly.
'Someone!? Anyone, please help me...!'
"You're gonna pay…" He whispers and smirks crookedly again. Without warning, he magically has his stupid knife and plunges it into my right shoulder. It's as if someone has stapled me a million times in the same exact spot and it's only burrowing inward. Blood oozes down my body, dribbling onto the floor. Just when I think he's about to pull it out, he shoves it in deeper.
'I want it to be over already…'
Even through all the torment and shrieking, I force myself to look into his small crazed gray eyes, empty of any human emotion, mocking me to no end. Even his form starts to change, a mess of shorter spikey black and red hair, paler skin, and a skinnier frame overwhelm my mind.
'So, this is what this monster really…looks…like…'
A cold damp sensation brushes over my lips, and I realize the bastard has stolen my first kiss from me. I'm so overwhelmed by the agony, my mind begins to get darker and my vision grows fuzzy; something catches my attention in the corner of my eye, a bright red blur. My eyes soon glue shut, but my muffled hearing catches a familiar yet strange voice calling my name.
'Stupid-darkness…what bad…timing…'
With that in mind, I fall into a sleepless dream, unsure of my wretched fate.
Kurama's POV:
Cries and female screams fill the air.
The scent of her blood has increased much more aggressively than it had before, and it is rolling in from the last house on this block. Quickly exiting the shambled corpse yard of a home, I was searching- I make my way in the same direction. I smash the entrance of the house down, and quickly stomp up the stairs. The scent of her tears and blood almost overwhelms me. I can almost sense her emotions.
As strange as it is, considering all the violence I've witnessed so far; I cannot help but gasp a bit at the sight that greets me.
"Miss Aisha…?"
She is utterly helpless, dangling from chains against a wall. Her hair is sprawled everywhere, and her form is covered in tears, bruising, and blood. Her clothing is torn, especially her t-shirt, enough to the point of exposure. A knife is being plunged into her right shoulder repeatedly and blood is spewing out of her wound profusely. Her filthy swollen face is tear stricken and her eyes are empty of life even as her screeches weaken. Torment is the only thing that comes to mind.
"You revolting abomination. I state, the anger within me flickers but I choose to ignore it.
*So this is the true face of that demon from before….*
"Oh shit. You're supposed ta be dead!" The male shouts at me, he leaves the knife buried in Aisha's shoulder and turns to face me. "Master and big brother were supposed ta collect your body!" He pauses to laugh malevolently; "My poison…it failed me."
"And it will be your last regret." I then pull a seed from my hair and instantly call out, "Rose Whip!"
His gray, empty eyes bore into mine, and I am prepared to gorge them out with my hands.
"Step away from the girl." I warn.
^Let me handle this. ^ Youko states, his cold malice overpowering my own. ^He will meet his painful demise. ^
*Alright do what you wish. * I state realizing that Youko will fight me to slaughter this demon, his pushiness is entirely suffocating.
As I release Youko, a frighting amount of demonic energy releases into the room.
"You will be remorseful for what you have seized, pathetic creature." Youko emotionlessly instructs.
"Pathetic? Oh, please Youko, ya will never be able to defeat me-"The shift-shaping demon is slashed in the arm within a blink of an eye, he is fortunate to even be breathing.
*He's much faster than I anticipated. *
^Her condition is terrible. The faster we eradicate this vile creature, the better chance she will have to survive. ^
"Damn you Youko Kurama!" The demon barks. Youko then releases Binding Fist of the Demonic Vine, a sword-like weapon assembled by vines.
"Pests like you are essential to be eliminated hastily." Youko states as he slashes the shift shaper, this time through his mid-section. Surprisingly even after been slashed into two, the demon is able to speak.
"I Aiden will not die…not…ya ain't gonna…get outta here alive…" His hand moves like fluid and soon after his halved body collapses limply.
"Nothing more than a horrendous memory now." Youko declares.
*That was quick...* I comment, a bit shocked that Youko didn't give himself the opportunity to torment him.
*So, he cares about the human more than I assumed originally. Hopefully, she's still breathing.*
Just as Youko steps in front of Aisha, his back is slashed unexpectedly, if he had dodged the assault Aisha would have been cut severely. This worsened everything further. Youko has no time to remove Aisha's bindings and instead turns to face his coward of an opponent. What greets him surprises us both greatly.
A deep growl erupts from the horrid eyesore of a demon that lies ahead. A two-headed creature, one of them being the head of the shift shaping demon and another of a mutant decaying hell hound; its claw dripping fresh blood and the head of the demon called Aiden licks it, appearing to savor the taste.
"It appears …I may have the pleasure to torture you after all." Youko states, grinning slightly. "Though I am a bit pressed for time."
The revolting demon only growls in response and flings itself to attack. Youko once again slashes at the beast but only manages to cause minimal damage. He decides to end this quickly; the scent of blood is only rising in the human girl.
"Rose Whip Thorn Wheel!" The attack is called forth, and sharp rose petals gash the foul creature to pieces. As bits of its body splatter the walls, the head of the shift shaping demon is somehow still in one piece. Before Youko concentrates the petals and rose whip towards the head, it speaks in a sorrow-filled voice.
"Big brother…I'm free at last from…master's grip…if only you could-" The demon's eyes are void and tearful but are unfilled of any fear or rage, in fact, they luster acceptance.
Youko splits the head into several portions and brain matter is also spewed on the walls. The smell is a bit overwhelming but is brushed off with ease. As he approaches Aisha, she stirs, struggling against the chains, as if she's trying to escape.
Aisha's POV:
I'm not sure how long I was out, but somehow, I open my eyes slightly to spot a white blur fighting a black foggy shape.
Hazy growling, slashing, and movement fill my ears as I struggle to keep up with the blurs, but I only black in and out of consciousness. My body burns with pain but grows colder and sleepier, my eyelids are as heavy as stones. I force them open anyway, the white blur slowly grows clearer and slight fear decides to cloud my mind as well.
'No….What if he hurts me..?'
As the dangerous angel inches closer, his entire beautiful form is blinding, but I can't help but to feel it's another trap.
'Is he really the real Kurama..?'
Softly, he strokes my cheek, and I freeze for a moment from its surprising warmth.
"Stay…away…please…" I barely whisper, only to lose consciousness once again.
'Darkness...Oh, how I hate you.'
To be continued...
My Notes:
Hello everyone! I hope you've all had a great new year! :] Woo 2013! Anyway, I hope I've grown as a writer, and this is going in the right direction. Please review you guys it really gives me the will to keep writing! This chapter is 11 pages long on 12-inch font! T-T I'm proud of myself! :o
May 2020
Considering our modern times, going back to our roots just might heal us for the future. I hope you all have watched the two Yu Yu Hakusho OVAs that came out in 2018. They are so beautiful! T-T
Rock Out and Peace On!
~PiNkBuN17