Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC
By: ~Pinkbun17~
Re-edited: 12/12/20
***Warnings of gore, possible lime, and suicidal actions
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, blah, blah, blah! But I would love to!
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Youko's Thoughts: ^Test, test testing. ^
Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: * I don't care. *
Inner thoughts of other characters: 'Aren't we all walking batteries?'
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A Few Inventions from the Spirit Lab! (Really my creations...-cue evil laugh-)
Articulation gum: The user gains the ability to speak any language temporally if it is carved into the gum itself and spelled properly. This gum requires a bit of spirit energy. Over time it is possible to gain the ability semi-permanently. The downside is a horrible lingering bitter taste and must be swallowed at exactly the right time otherwise one will speak the language backward. (The same thing will happen if it is spelled incorrectly)
Sprit Box Tracer: A special device that can locate any soul so long as a fragment of the soul itself is available, DNA also counts as a fragment. Able to produce images of a soul's shell. (current or final appearance, unless in limbo)
Healing Seeds: An exclusive Kurama invention and can only be powered by him! Light tan, tiny bean size seeds that heal minor demon injuries while for human injuries it heals drastically. However, overuse can render them useless. Kurama must apply a bit of his healing power for them to work. Side effects may include the taste of dirt, dizziness, confusion, and tiredness.
Demon Healing Seeds: Another exclusive Kurama powered invention item! Coffee bean-like in appearance and color these seeds pack a punch for healing. Made consistently of demon hybrid plants and requires larger amounts of Kurama's healing power to function properly. Side effects may include stinging in areas of healing, and apparently in humans weakens their sense over their emotions (Similar to the effects of drinking alcohol).
Healing Paste: Another one of Kurama's inventions, has the same consistency of Aloe Vera, slime, or green hair gel, but is a duller shade of lime green. This product uses a combination of human and demon world plants and minimal spirit energy. Depending on one's pain tolerance, endurance, and species stinging may range from mild to severe (Typically for humans the pain will be excruciating). This product can be used by anyone who has spirit energy.
To keep in mind (Non-spirit lab-related):
The Anrokku-Isei of pain [ An-roku-Is-hi] (Unlock the power of pain): An evil, rare, powerful, tiny red seed. Used by the demon enemy Aiden against Aisha. The seed forces any dormant abilities to awaken but also awakens the ugliest of irrational emotions. Pain, fear, hate, and anger only allow its host's mental destruction to grow at a faster rate. Side effects vary species to species however include weakness, dizziness, headaches, confusion, vomiting, internal bleeding, burns, consistent bleeding, permanent psychological damage, and death.
Chapter 16: Dodging The Question
(DAY ONE) 5:47 pm
Aisha's POV:
"Shit." I utter.
"Is something wrong?" Kurama asks, his face reflecting a bit of worry.
"Yeah…everything…" I mutter. I seriously don't want to deal with my home's bullshit. My mother will have my head if I'm not at the school at 6 pm sharp. The day before I told her I would be staying after school today to do homework at Aurora's house (who lives down the street from the school), but that didn't happen.
"That's a bit of an overstatement, don't you think?" Kurama chuckles slightly. "But really, what is it?"
I change the subject and begin looking around his living room for my belongings.
"Thanks for getting my backpack." I spot it hanging off a chair in the dining area. I walk over to grab it. It's heavy from my school supplies and textbooks.
'Might as well stuff rocks in this damned thing, it's freaking heavy.'
"You're welcome, but you are avoiding my question." Before I can step away from him, he blocks me from exiting his living room. "I suggest you take a seat and tell me what's going on, Miss Aisha." He gestures to the black couch with his hand.
I clutch the handle of my pink backpack a little tighter.
"I need to get home, or my mother will literally kill me. Where are my shoes?" I state, refusing to seat myself.
'I have to feed my little brother, and if she gets angry enough, she'll beat my sisters up too.'
My little brother is a picky eater and he will only eat food if I feed him, he refuses his dear mother too. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that "lovely" mommy will hit him and my sisters for literally anything.
Spill some milk on the floor by mistake? You'll get swatted into the wall. Did you leave one fork unwashed? Get a broomstick to the head. Tell her you didn't drink her stupid water bottle and you really didn't? Get called a liar and get a shoe chucked at your head and a kick to your ribs.
'There's no point in telling Kurama. I don't think he'd believe me…no one will. My mother is very good at pretending to be a decent parent.'
"Even if you're a figment of my imagination, and everything that happened today was a nightmare-I still have to get back to my hell-hole house."
'Maybe I really just hit my head and have gone insane…'
My shoulder wound flares up in pain, and my face probably expresses it.
'How the hell am I supposed to get back to school like this?'
"I assure you I am no figment of imagination; I'm indeed real." He steps closer as if to emphasize this 'fact' of his. I blush and refuse to meet his eyes. There are only a few inches between us. "I understand your need to get back home, but considering your terrible condition-"
"Thank you for treating me and stuff but I really need to head back to school and go home," I tell him, and pretend my stupid shoulder isn't throbbing. I do my best to plaster a smile on my face.
"I still don't think it's wise to do so-"
"Kurama, I must be at the side gate by 6, or I'm really digging my grave."
'Well, four graves really. It just depends on her fucking mood. He doesn't need to know…' 'sides I don't want my mother to berate me in front of him and choke me when I get home…'
"Don't you realize how dangerous it is to go back out there?" He raises his voice slightly. I push him back, giving myself space to get away from him.
"But if I'm not there, they'll...they'll...I- have to go Kurama," I say exiting the living room and scrambling to his bedroom to gather what little is left of my belongings.
'I need to get out of here before he prys any further.'
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Kurama's POV:
"Miss Aisha, just what are you doing?" I question her, whatever her reason is; she's clearly refusing to give one.
"What do you think I'm doing?" She stares at me, "I'm getting my things and leaving, by the way, no one's going to know about this or what you are, and even if I did tell anyone who the hell would believe me? I'd be thrown in the loony bin in a matter of seconds! So, I'd have to say that's your advantage."
"Miss Aisha, where is this even coming from? What is really going on?"
Once again, she dodges the question. A dark aura is starting to seep out of her. The seedAnrokku-Isei is feeding off her negative emotions.
"Hasn't that always been a fear of yours?" She sneers. "Your secret ever getting out-the fact that you aren't human..." She replies angrily, but her eyes reflect sadness.
^What is she hiding...? ^ Youko questions. ^She's trying to bait you, little Shuichi. ^
*I honestly don't know, but soon enough we will find out. It's clear she's pushing herself too hard…*
^Force her to stay then. ^
*As ideal as that sounds right now, it would not be a wise move. Her family may report her missing to the authorities and we do not need any more nuisances. *
"Your attempt to anger me is a feeble cause. The seed is clearly influencing you to lash out like this. Do you not feel it?"
She pauses, holding one of her blue shoes in her hands. The look on her face screams helplessness. Her eyes water and she mutters; "I-I'm sorry." The murky energy spewing out of her subsides quietly.
^You quelled the seed's power effectively. ^ Youko pipes up, sounding relieved.
*For now, I was able to. This will prove itself a challenge, considering the temperament of most teenagers. It does not help anything that she's been terribly traumatized…*
"It's okay, whatever it is bothering you, it's evident you aren't willing to share. You will do so once you 're ready. Can you agree to that, Miss Aisha?" She nods her head and places her shoes on. "Now if you must leave, go ahead, but I will be accompanying you."
I grab a red umbrella but hand her a blue jacket, and a few healing seeds. "Keep these on your person. You should use these in case the Anrokku-Isei exacerbates your wounds."
"You can't..." She mutters and looks away, not taking the healing seeds.
"And why not?" I ask. "Give me one good reason."
She doesn't say anything and only stares at the ground.
"Whatever your reasoning is Miss Aisha, it can't be worth your safety." I say and go on to explain that she can be attacked at any time. "Your aura will attract more demons, even humans."
I grab her hand and place the seeds on her palm. Using my other hand, I close her hand, and she stares up at me, with a bewildered expression.
"These will help buy you some time, just in case." I smile at her, putting on my green jacket, and we both exit the condo. The rain is heavy, and I open up my red umbrella to shield us both. She is a bit reluctant to come near me.
"Kurama?"
"Yes, Miss Aisha?"
"Can you please just call me Aisha; you're makin' it a little harder to feel like a normal teenager." She is smiling slightly, but her eyes reflect melancholy.
"I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention. I will do that from now on, Aisha."
"Thanks again, after all, you saved my ass twice today." She grins, but mutters very softly; "But I wish I wasn't so much of a burden..."
"You aren't a burden, Aisha. Thinking like that will not help you in any way. I want you to have a little more faith in not only yourself but in me as well."
"I-I know, but it doesn't even seem I have any stupid magical powers. Oh, wait, I'm a walking battery pack, right?"
"You can state that all you wish, but it does not change the fact that a shift shaping demon went after you, and your aura isn't of a typical human. Don't forget the fact that you managed to survive your ordeal."
"Fine, whatever." She states and the two of us pick up our pace back towards the school.
She does her best to keep some distance between us, but in turn, her arm and shoulder are getting wet.
"Aren't you getting wet?" I ask and move the umbrella towards her.
"It's fine, really." She states sheepishly.
"I'm not alright with that, Aisha." I pull her closer to me and she stiffens up.
"I'm here to protect you, not hurt you." I smile at her, and she blushes. I can't help but to find this a little amusing. "If I can't keep you from getting sick, then I'm not doing a very good job, now am I?"
"Y-you're doing fine as it is." She stammers and glances away. "I get sick all the time; I'm totally used to it."
Each time my arm brushes against hers, she flinches and attempts to distance herself again. She smiles at me when I glance at her, but it is clear she is struggling to hide the fact that every little movement causes her a great amount of pain.
I sigh, this is quite stressful. I must protect yet another human. And with the chaos in my world, and the beginning of this world's I'm not sure how much of it I can cope with. Not to mention I have an odd inkling this will somehow connect to my past…Though, I still wonder why she feels so familiar to me...
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Aisha's POV:
Both awkwardness and uneasiness cloud my mind as I walk with Kurama. I just about had a heart attack when he pulled me close to him. Damn his beautiful smile! His arm rubs against mine constantly. My face is hot, and my heart is beating too quickly for my comfort. I try to inch away from him again, but the movement only gains me a shot of pain through my injury. For a while, his healing had numbed the torment, but now it is returning with more of a bite more than its stupid vengeance from earlier did.
I glance at him and it's clear he's thinking deeply about something; his facial expression doesn't give anything away, but his eyes are cloudy with spinning thoughts of god knows what.
'I just might turn into a puddle of fangirl goo, if I don't stop looking at him-'
The streets and sidewalks are ghost-town-like and the only thing that fills the road is the sky's tears and empty cars.
'Why did he have to be so pushy to walk with me? I thought he'd want to get away from me...'
I sigh, depressing myself with my thoughts.
"Miss Aisha!"
I quickly snap out of it and glare at him.
"I thought I asked you to quit calling me that!"
"Well, you didn't respond the first three times, so I figured that would get your attention."
He doesn't need to be so damn formal. He really shouldn't act like Prince Charming. I might really end up falling for him (and it'll be some one-sided shit) but I can't help but feel upset and angry at myself for being so defenseless; I don't want to rely on anyone…especially if it's this scary-ass jerk who threatened me earlier. Maybe I'm bi-polar too, calling him a Prince Charming Jerk.
I've gotten so used to doing things on my own, that I have almost forgotten to trust people, even though Aurora and Mizzy are my only friends, I find it hard to let myself trust them completely, then again how do I know for sure they won't turn on me like the rest of our so-called "friends"?
When I was a little kid I got beaten up by older guys and had no one to rely on, so I fought them off the best I could. I didn't dare tell anyone else, because I didn't want to come off weak and I feared what they might do to the other kids.
The same pain repeated every day, ended up dragging me down further, like my mother's blame game, or my father's angry coldness towards me. How am I supposed to face all this crap, alongside these fools thinking I have some stupid power? Sure, I'm not six feet under yet, but will I really be able to do anything?
"What is it Kurama?" I ask him.
"Why did you want to go back on your own?"
'How can I tell you…? You know what? To hell with it.'
"If you really want to know...-Long story short, my mother's a bitch."
For a moment, he stares at me with a bewildered expression, as if he's unsure to laugh or ask more. At long last, we reach the entrance of the school. We take shelter under a tree, but Kurama still holds up the red umbrella.
"That was rather blunt." He slightly chuckles, "You reminded me of Yusuke for a moment."
I shrug, and he goes on to say, "Why would you say that? I'm sure the situation isn't as bad-"
"You don't know the half of it, and nor do I want to talk about it right now. I state not making any eye contact.
'I don't think I can talk about what my mother's done to me without bawling…It seems like he isn't going to believe me either…'
"Alright but do tell me-" Before he can finish whatever he's saying, he looks very alert, he even feels stiff against my arm. The odd tingling my-veins-feel-like-fire feeling seems to have stopped after the first several brushes with Kurama.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, and he replies, "I sense a demonic presence nearby..."
Suddenly a bout of nausea punches my stomach, and my shoulder injury is blaring painfully. I kneel, crying out and clutch at my shoulder. "Fuck!"
Kurama tries to hold me up, but I quickly force myself to stand.
"You might need another healing treatment, the Anrokku-Isei must be reacting to that demonic energy and causing your pain."
"Or I just have a weak body." I groan, trying to keep myself from screaming.
"Kurama, if you need to go check it out, do it, man. My mom won't take that long."
"It may be a trap; I'd rather you stay within my sight, at least until you get home." He replies. "Who's to say what will happen-"
Cries for help echo from down the street, and soon incoherent screaming filters through the noise of the rainfall; it sends an eerie chill down my spine. A hesitant expression pains his features. He's probably stuck between the choice of babysitting me or to if he should go off and save someone.
"Go! Don't just look at me, go god damn it! I'm not going to be of much help right now. Kurama! PLEASE go help them!" I shriek at the redhead and he gives in to my pleading. He hands me the umbrella and dashes away.
"Thank god." I mutter to myself because he almost wasn't going to go.
I check the clock on my phone, and it reads 6:14 pm, my mother is late, great.
My shoulder is still screaming at me, and the cold weather isn't helping me out either.
"Damn it all! The one day of the week she chooses to be late, and it's freaking cold and it's raining cats and dogs!"
My mind begins to wonder and soon I find myself crying again. Everything punches me emotionally, worse than broken limbs or broken promises. Sure, I survived, but is this what I really want? To live in fear? To be treated less than human? Try as I might, I cannot calm myself and the tears lead to ugly crying.
I'm glad Kurama had taken off because I don't want him to see me cry like this. I don't give myself the chance to be angry with how much I have cried today, my mind is flashing back to being tied up and stabbed at.
Rain can sometimes be inconvenient, but I need it right now. I can wail all I want and there won't be witnesses.
My shoulder aches again, this time like a thousand needles jabbing furiously, but I only shiver in wait.
To be continued…
My notes: Yeah, this chapter has been completely re-written. If there's any confusion, please let me know! This chapter is almost 11 pages long.
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