Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC

By: ~Pinkbun17~

Edited: 12/13/20

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and if I did, I would not be here writing this little story.

Story Format as always:

Youko's Thoughts: ^Why does this human act so thoughtlessly? ^

Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *I ponder the same thing myself, though I really am craving some iced tea right about now. *

Inner thoughts of other characters: 'You and me both buddy! And what is he going on about?'

Anything said in Sinhalese: "Why do you ask so many questions?!"

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.

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Chapter 21: Anrokku Isei or Misplaced Rage?

(DAY ONE) 8:20pm

Kurama's POV:

The two of us are still sitting at the dining table, and I am still trying to understand why Aisha is upset, but she is completely tuned off.

"Miss Aisha!"

"Huh? Gah, I thought I told you to stop calling me that! Jeez!" Aisha finally responds after I call her name several times.

"Well, you didn't respond to me when I called your name. You still don't appear well; you should lay down for a bit-" Before I can finish, she cuts me off.

"Shut up already! You don't need to act so caring; it irritates me." She hisses angrily. "Quit being so fake mannered you asshole."

I'm a bit taken back from her insults, but I suppose she has been through enough as it is.

"I'm sorry if I've done something to offend you but insulting me will not solve anything."

She shoots me a furious glare, but only crosses her arms and turns her head away, stating nothing. I sigh, and before I can leave the dining room, I witness a red aura faintly surrounding her body.

*I better think of a way to soothe her anger, otherwise, the Anrokku Isei will wreak havoc all over again. *

Aisha's POV:

At first, I can pretend his damn little story doesn't bother me, but wow does he push it! This smart-ass! He must know those were my stupid parents screaming at each other in Sinhalese. Plus, there's the bit he said about my parrot yelling. It feels like he's mocking me! I never would have guessed I could start feeling hatred towards him this quickly again, what the hell is up with this retarded irony?!

I need to calm down, maybe just MAYBE he didn't know? With his personality, only he himself would know! Stupid manipulative jerkoff.

God, I can't believe this! This entire freaking day! I can't seem to calm down… wonder if that stupid seed has anything to do with this.

"Aisha, shouldn't you try to contact your mother again?" Kurama asks. I glance at him realizing I became so consumed by my thoughts that I forgot he was in the same room…staring at me.

"I already tried about thirty times." Strange as it is, there's a flash of something in his now stone-cold eyes. Anger?

'I guess I should apologize, I was out of line…'

"Oh, just fuck your stupid cold face! You and your damn inhumanness!"

'Whoa…why did I say that?'

His icy expression gives nothing away but hurt flickers, for a second in his eyes. He coldly states; "Of course I'm inhuman, I am a demon, Aisha."

My body starts to tremble in rage, and control is fleeting me.

"If what I said pissed you off, you should do something! Stupid ass, acting like a sissy pretending nothing's freaking wrong. Go ahead punch me-you know you want to, dick-less!"

His mouth opens slightly in shock, but this doesn't last long. His eyes refuse expression that I can understand. He smiles softly saying; "Perhaps the stress of everything you have gone through today is getting to you, Aisha if you wish to vent-"

"Oh, just shut up! I'm sick of hearing you talk!" I growl at him, my fists start to tense up, and pain dully licks at my palms.

'What the hell is wrong with me…this isn't his fault…is it?'

" If you feel so angry

Just get up

Let's start a riot, a riot

Let's start a riot "

I jump up from my seat in the dining room and head into the living room. My phone plays the song; Riot by Three Days Grace. Meaning my mom is calling! I set up certain songs when my parents choose to grace me with their phone presence. By grace I usually mean torment.

"I thought your phone was ruined by the rain?" The red-head comments suspiciously, following me out of the dining room.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch; I thought it wasn't working either." I snarl hotly back, scowling at him for a moment before answering it.

"Hello?" I pretend to sound bored, but really, I'm boiling in anger. Quickly, I walk away from him and lock myself in the bathroom.

"Ah, daughter I fell asleep and forgot to set the clock up. Where are you?" My mom asks in her native tongue, sounding at ease.

'Oh, so no apology? I should be the one yelling at her, but I think my voice-box is done for the day. At least she's calmed down!'

"I'm at a classmate's house; do you realize how cold it is?" I respond the annoyance is really seeping through my voice. "My asthma's already started to act up!"

"Oh, take your medicine then. I can't give you a ride home right now, I don't want Dulvan to get sick. You know how much hard time he is." My mother adds in her thick accent. She tends to speak in broken grammatical English.

'Do you have any idea what I've been through? Thanks for your lack of concern when you know I have a weak immune system too…'

"So, I have to wait until Daddy comes home from work?" I question trying not to cry or scream out in rage. It's around 8:20 pm and he won't be home until past midnight. My dad works 2 full-time jobs and will be super pissed off if he has to come to get me. I'd rather not have another brawl break out between them and be blamed for it.

"Who's going to watch them? I can't leave them here! You know how much of monster shits!" My mom shouts back in both languages. "It's all your fucking fault! Why you no drive and work?!"

"How can I? I'm freaking 14! I'm not even old enough to work or drive! You know what? Fine. I'll walk home! It's not like you give a damn about me! You were supposed to come hours ago!" Tears sting in my eyes, but I force them down.

"Don't talk me like that! I'm not taking you to the hospital when you get sick, you stupid bitch!"

"Well, I don't need you to! I hope you find my body in the street! I hate you!" I screech in bitter rage, and slam down on the power button, disconnecting the phone call.

'Lovely, she forgets and it's my fault that I'm stuck here? Why do I always have this kind of luck? Huh, maybe it's karma…' I sigh to myself, trying my best from becoming more upset.

Yeah, she doesn't know that I nearly died twice today, but she doesn't give two shits about my well-being anyway! Awesome, now do I win a prize?

▸ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ◂ 8:50 pm

In the end, Mr. Perfecto gives me a ride home, but I still can't keep myself away from raging thoughts.

"Hey, Kurama?" I ask.

"Yes, Aisha?" He sounds chipper enough to fool anyone, but I know he must be somewhat irritated.

'Seriously, I deserve it; still, I don't know why I feel this way, but man I need to calm the hell down…'

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier, it's just that I'm-pretty pissed and don't know how to handle any of this. I know it's not an excuse, and you didn't deserve to be on the receiving side of my anger nor my insults, but I thought you were mocking me…"

He glances at me in confusion and questions; "How exactly did I mock you?"

I sigh, "When you were telling me you heard Sinhalese being spoken, I assumed you knew it was my parents fighting since our language is pretty rare…"

"Only after I heard your mother over your phone conversation did, I make the connection, but I honestly wasn't attempting to taunt you."

I only stare at him, as his eyes are glued to the road in front of him.

"I apologize once more if I offended you-" I decide to stop him there.

"Dude, you don't need to apologize, if you're only doing it for the sake of getting on my good side, don't bother. You should do it because you mean it, not because you mindlessly feel the need to." I pause for a moment and look out the window. The pouring rain finally let up to be a light drizzle, like it wants to say sorry for being so harsh earlier. The redhead keeps his eyes glued to the road.

"Besides, I was the one being a jerk earlier, so I apologize. I let my emotions go haywire and I still don't know how to deal with anything."

"Aisha, it's okay not to know how to cope with these feelings, considering how traumatic these events were, but please do think of me as someone you can rely upon." He states, turning his head to smile at me.

For a moment, a warm sensation fills my chest, but I choose to ignore it. "I'm glad you said that, but I think it's for the best you leave me alone. Dealing with me is only going to be a stupid nuisance to you..."

"But Aisha-" Kurama starts, but I direct my finger to my building. "There, you can park over there."

He does what I say, but before I can rush out the door, he presses the auto-lock and turns the engine off.

"Please allow me to finish. Even if you truly believe you are, you cannot discredit the fact that you are involved. It will not matter if you distance yourself from me, you are still a walking target. Or need I remind you? I sense his eyes on me, concentrating on my shoulder.

"Shut up." I state quietly, not looking up.

He continues to talk. "I will not, Aisha-"

"Just let me go already!" I shout this time staring him dead in the face.

"Okay, Aisha. I will once we're done. Do understand you require protection from-"

"No. 'Cause I don't need it, okay? You've done enough already, twice in fact! Besides like I said before I don't want to burden you, you have enough on your plate."

Each word he spews out only feeds the rage-fire within me, but why do I feel this way? Is it my heart speaking, or just my mind being a jumbled sloppy mess? Urg, I don't have time for this sentimental shit. Screw it all.

"You're not a burden to anyone, please refrain from saying that. Honestly-"

I chop his sentence off with a small bitter laugh.

"Ha! Yeah right, even if you say it, you don't full-heartedly mean it-"

"Please stop that." His voice takes a firmer stand, and the green in his eyes intensifies. "You have faced more than enough negativity to last you a lifetime, Aisha. Although I do not know of all your personal circumstances, you do know of some my own struggles, and that I can come to understand you. This will be difficult, but I can assist you and we can face this together as a team."

I'm rendered speechless and glance away. When I gain my voice again, rage only spills out.

"What the hell do you know? Yeah, you're an old freaking 'wise' soul, but jeez you can't really relate to me. I'm a normal human. Do you really think you can come to understand me? Ha. You must see me as nothing but a feeble-minded girl, but hey you'll be able to pull it off by fakin' it; won't you?"

"My life hasn't been the noblest, and I may not be completely human, but I have lived this life the best I can. Aisha, you need to give yourself a fighting chance, how else will you face this matter?"

I remain silent for a moment, but I have a better idea. My fingers painfully pry the door's lock upwards.

"By avoiding you." I say as I open the door and force myself out quickly, pretending I don't feel a thing even as my shoulder quakes in pain.

He quickly exits the car and follows suit behind me.

"You can try Aisha, but I cannot allow you out of my sight." He states.

"Blah, blah, blah, you sound like a damn stalker!" I grumble, not bothering to stop myself, the anger raging inside of me is ruining what's left of my rational mind.

Kurama chuckles softly, "I beg to differ, considering this is for your own safety."

"If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd smack that grin off your face!" I growl, feeling even more irritated.

I furiously tread up the stupid uneven cement steps in the front of my dull- peach-colored building. The boiling rage melts into wretchedness and it seeps into my heart again.

"Look, I'm not trying to be ungrateful, in fact, nothing I say or do can ever pay you back for what you've done for me, but really- I want to be left alone," I state. "So, can you please fuck off?" I can't completely hide the bitterness in my voice. I turn around shoving the dark bronze key into the lackluster doorknob and pull the brown door open for myself.

"Very well. As you wish. Just know you're still an easy target, at least keep in touch with me." Before I so much as twitch my finger, he's grasping my cell phone in his hand.

'When did he-? Oh right, he has sticky fingers.'

I'm shocked, but I quickly get over it. I sigh to myself and grumble, "Stubborn jerk."

He smirks, probably thinking he's a winner; well, whoopie for him!

"So smug, aren't you? Maybe you'll win a chicken dinner." I say without thinking, not realizing I just said it out loud!

"Pardon?" He questions, slightly confused.

"Nothing, freaking smart aleck," I mutter, but I know he hears me, how can he not with those sonic ears of his.

"Can I have my phone back, or are you going to steal it? I mean you are a thief."

"I was a thief." He smiles yet again, but something more seems to surface in his eyes. "Though I don't think your phone would be worth taking anyway."

I roll my eyes and put my hand out.

He softly hands it back and states; "There, I have your contact information and you have mine. if you need me, I'm just a call awa-"

"Yeah, yeah, leave." I say stepping into my building. Before the slow brown cracked wooden door shuts, I shout; "You don't even look Japanese, faker!" The last expression on his surprised face is freakin' hilarious!

Though I only frown, my small laugh dies before it can escape my lips.

'He has to really hate me now, after all those things I said.' I think to myself as I walk towards my family's apartment.

'If he hates me, he'll leave me alone then.'

To be continued...

My notes:

This chapter was once 13 pages but has been cut into 7.5 pages on inch font. Portions in this story have occurred in the real world. Care to guess what? If any of you guys spot any plot-holes, have questions, or just hate this story, let me know!

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-Pinkbun17

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