Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC
By: ~Pinkbun17~
Edited last: 12/13/20
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and if I did…it just wouldn't be the same.
Story Format as always:
Youko's Thoughts: ^Yatta Yatta Blah? ^
Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *Blah Blah Yatta Meh. *
Inner thoughts of other characters: 'Meh Meh Yeah!'
Sinhalese is a REAL language and does come from Sri Lanka!
Anything said in Sinhalese: "Why do you ask so many questions?!"
A Few Inventions from the Spirit Lab! (Really my creations...-cue evil laugh)
Detection Plant: Yet another device that Kurama has created, basically a hybrid of your typical human world Ficus and demon plant. This plant upholds the ability to detect negative demon or spirit energy. Is also useful as a pet or guard "dog" and can communicate with whom it chooses.
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 24: Warning Signs and an Ungolden Feather Part I
(DAY TWO) 11:45 am
Aisha's POV:
This morning I had a raging fever, and I'm shocked my mother didn't chew me out for getting sick again (To be honest, she's a little at fault since she left me out in the cold and rain).
I'm laying in bed, and my sweet Jenday parrot Shuichi is keeping me company as if he senses the torment that's whirling in my head. Getting back to sleep after the invisible spirit thing came into my sisters' room was difficult. Beforehand, it would only stay in my old room (aka the Ghost Room), but the fact that it came here worries me. I figured I was its only target, but what if the damn thing goes after my siblings? I should try burning sage, maybe then it will fuck off, though for now, I might not have to. As I sit up, my shoulder begins to throb like an evil bitch.
'Oh, hello pain, I didn't realize you missed me. Mother Fucker!'
After gobbling a Lemon-Flavored Nature Bakery Fig Bar, I pop some pain pills and chug water. I stare out the window and listen to the chirping of birds, a few hummingbirds wiz by (probably chasing each other), and I smile.
Earlier, I decided to hang Kurama's red rose upside down from the window to dry out and his moving plant catches my eye. Oddly enough my birds don't seem to mind the plant, and my Shuichi (aka Boyya) even plays with it. During the night, while my bed was visited by god knows what, Kurama's plant started to growl.
Yeah, it freaking growls! Here I thought my birds, and rabbit acting like dogs was weird, but a plant? What the blue hell is this? Might as well draw me anime style and drop me in my own webtoon series!
During the night, my sisters came back into the room and would wake up randomly from the plant's noise, and I'd have to lie telling them I accidentally pulled Boyya's feathery tail (not a total lie, he does growl) or the surrounding neighbor houses' dogs are just being noisy.
The only good thing about the growling plant (which I've randomly named Zerbo) is he (I think it's a he) ended up scaring away the thing that likes to mess with me at night. For now, at least.
While sleeping, more of my dreams repeated my experiences with that monstrous demon, Aiden; even though Kurama killed him- the damage has been already set in, and I think it's because of this stupid seed! It also must be the reason why my shoulder is in so much pain.
Speaking of pain, getting calls from a ridiculous mystery breathing person is freaking annoying! My water damaged cell works half of the time, and other than letting Aurora know I'm alive, I haven't really bothered talking to anyone, I still try to answer the darn thing.
First Call:
"Hello?"
-Breathing noises-
"I can you hear your creepy breathing, now mind talking?"
-Hangs up-
"Gah! Idiot!"
Five minutes later. Fourth call:
"Hello." I state in a grumpy tone of voice.
"Sh…Aiiiii….ssss…..hhh….aaa…"
-More breathing noises-
Before I can say anything, the jerk hangs up!
Two minutes later. Fifth call:
"Listen here you stupid dipshit, if you don't stop calling me, I will personally track and haul your ass to the nearest trash bin and bash your head into it!" I say as fiercely as I can.
I'm fairly used to dealing with stupidity like this, (I yell at collect callers a lot) so instead of feeling worried, I'm pretty pissed about it, and the caller hangs up on me. Five minutes later, I finally nod off to sleep.
◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸1:03 pm
I wake up to a grumbling tummy and obvious aching and decide to venture into the kitchen. I make myself a bowl of easy mac and cheese and wash it down with some milk tea and pain pills.
Feeling a blanket of gloom drape over me I wobbly make my way to my work desk and flip my laptop on. The darn beat up thing takes a while to start up but soon I am quickly opening Joogle Chrome. As I log into my email and Voutube account, little pitter-pattering footsteps enter the room, my little brother!
The little munchkin is carrying his favorite caramel-colored stuffed doggy and a handful of bright colored toy cars in the other hand.
"Hi Dully!" I smile brightly at him and he laughs happily as I set him in my lap and hand him a mango-flavored Dum-Dum lollipop, and soon the two of us browse the net for a while (namely random animals videos)
After a while, the little munchy-kin wanders off to play. My sisters, on the other hand, tend to keep their distance from me (I'm not exactly the nicest to them) but when they need help, they always ask for it. My mother is probably lazing in the couch back in the living room, most likely dozing off.
Screeching and panicky chirping sound off in the room and I trudge my achy body to the source of the sound, my four-Ah, I mean three birds. My mind is playing tricks on me. My other Jenday parrot, Ducky had passed away just yesterday, and I thought I heard her voice too.
"What! What's wrong you guys?" I question softly and they still don't calm down.
The crazy calls of a peach-faced lovebird, parakeet, and one Jenday conure go off non-stop until I glance into the direction their eyes are glued on.
"Just what are you staring at-" The question dies on my lips as I notice a whisk of a dark shadow like cloud shape disappears.
'What the hell was that!?' I panic in my mind, and my eyes are glued to the wall of various random pictures and posters.
Pretending I didn't see anything, I finally calm everyone down, and something is rubbing against my pink flip-flopped foot. I stare down and Zerbo (apparently this damn plant can MOVE!) is whimpering.
I pick him up as well as Shuichi (aka Boyya) and before I can leave the area of bird cages, two other birds decide to tag along by crawling up the sleeve of my purple shirt.
Peachy (aka P-chan) my male peach faced lovebird, is a complete smart-ass and knows perfectly well how to act innocent, but I know when he's being a little jerk to the other birds! I somewhat nick-named him after a character in the Ranma ½ anime, and he does sort of remind me of him!
My green little parakeet, Springy is the sweetest little boy you'll ever run into that hasn't been handfed. Most of the time when buying birds as pets, it's best to get a handfed one (means they've been raised by humans since hatching) but after picking out Springy I realized he was one of those rare-ish birds that are naturally friendly! P-chan also happens not to be handfed. I have worked hard to train and tame them and love them with all my being.
Speaking of P-chan, the two of us disliked each other at first. When I was in seventh grade some of my first birds were lovebirds, and sadly one of them flew away. The other one however was just as dear as Boyya (Shuichi) is to me today.
The other lovebird's name was Greeny, and she needed a mate, so we ended up picking up Peachy! Peachy is the most mischievous bird I've ever seen!
Even though lovebirds can't talk, he knows how to copy the sound of his name in tune. Anyway, Greeny was my first friendly birdie, and Peachy did not trust me one bit. Greeny was very loving, slept with me, ate with me, but had a nasty habit of eating my homework. Yes, shredding it to bits! Although Greeny ended up passing away a few years later from unknown reasons, P-chan began to trust me, and that has currently transformed into doggy like affection!
I'm sure you can already tell I'm a little obsessive with animals! What can I say, when the family's lacking, pets do the talking! As stupid as that sounds, it's the truth, and personally, without them I would have given up much sooner! They are my entire lifeline when I have no one to talk to.
The five of us head back to my computer and I try to focus my mind elsewhere, by attempting to update my InuYasha and Ranma ½ crossover story but with no luck.
'My mind's too freaking confused to write…' I realize after staring at the word doc for a good amount of wasted time.
'I also have to wonder if Yu Yu Hakusho is real, would it be possible for other anime to be as well? Either way, it's a good distraction.'
I try jumping at a chance to start watching a new anime, but suddenly the memory of what happened with Aiden sparks back to life in my head; my pain grows slightly, and my stomach feels ready to empty its self.
I shut down the ancient laptop and choose to find something to read in my miniature library; randomly I grab Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The 3 birds are still chilling on my uninjured shoulder, but one little beak leans curiously close to my book.
"No, no P-Chan! You can't eat my book! Behave like Boyya and Springy ya little shredder!"
Well, to be fair, Boyya loves chewing up anything wooden (he's destroyed a part of my dresser) and Springy likes to walk on the carpet floor. Tiny birds shouldn't be taking casual strolls because they could get stepped on!
He chirps back a reply.
"Don't you sass me, little boy!" I state, smiling.
Before I can even sit on my bed and open the big book, I can hear my mom's voice calling me to the depths of hell-I mean the living room.
All-day try as I do to drown out the noises of my parents bickering in the background, it just isn't possible.
'Gee, maybe it's time for the blame game! Haven't played in a few days.' Bitterly the thought forms in my mind.
"Okay, y'all need to hop off now. Get down!" I tell my 3 feathered babies. Two of them follow my instructions, but Boyya clings on last.
"Boyya, I'll come back, now get off dude." He stares at me, and I pry him off. He squawks in protest, not pleased.
I place Zerbo near my fish tank (which is next to the birdcage on a tall brown drawer thing) and tell him to behave too. He adjusts his vines around the tank, curious.
'Never thought I'd see the day where I'd be telling a plant to behave itself.' I chuckle to myself.
I trudge my way into the living room, nervous. I'm slightly relieved my mom doesn't look too pissed off. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the clock and it now reads; 2:05.
"Yeah?" I question. "You called me?"
She glances up at me for a second and states in her somewhat broken English; "There letter on table for you, lunch today is on stove."
My mother is an obese, fair-skinned lady with thinning black hair. I tower over her in height, as she's about 5 feet tall. It's rare anyone realizes she's a Sri Lankan. I think her side of the family is mixed with British or something.
"Oh…okay. I state, glad she isn't going to scream at me today...
Daddy strolls in the living room in his black security uniform, waiting for my mother to finish packing his work lunch/linner. My father is an old dark-skinned man who wears round glasses. Although he stands a few inches shorter than myself (I'm 5'6), he has a scary face. I guess the only amusing thing about my parents is that they are considered tall for our ethnicity (they're super short compared to other Americans).
"Oh, you're leaving now daddy o?"
"Yes, I am. Are you feeling better?" He replies.
"Yeah, I guess sleeping helped."
"That's good." My dad speaks English pretty well, but he also has a thick accent. There are times even I have trouble understanding him. Don't get me started with my mother though, I misunderstand her a lot of the time.
"Now I need to ask you, is it true you stayed after school without telling mummy?" His tone becomes firm and cold.
"What? No! I told her the day before that I needed to stay after school! My friend was gonna help me with my homework. She's lying!" I sputter back.
"Don't talk back to me like that! She also said that you were with a boy and you came home late? Why you sleeping with boy? Is this how you thank us?!" He screams back, raging. His English is also broken up.
"Yes! Why you do this bad bad things? Daughter! How dare you!" My mother adds.
"What the hell are you talking about daddy o!? I didn't do anything like that! I'm only 14! Mummy was supposed to pick me up, and my friend was nice enough to help me! Even with all that heavy rain, she didn't want to pick me up, but my friend gave me a ride home! Mummy told me that I had to wait for you to come get me, but you don't get home until 1 am sometimes!"
I stare over at my so-called mother, and she's wearing a rotten grin. It clicks in my head. My mother spewed a bunch of lies to my father to make him think I was doing things I shouldn't have been doing.
"I'm ashamed of you. Get her virginity tested later. I don't want to deal with this shit." My father retorts angrily. My mother hands him his food and he storms off to work.
'What the fuck? Virginity test? WHAT!? Not that it matters, but I'm still a virgin! What kind of backwards bullshit is this?!' My chest is heavy with wretchedness. 'So, am I of value only if I'm a virgin? Do you even care that mummy is lying through her teeth to you? I nearly died yesterday for fuck's sake!'
"Wait-daddy o-that's not what happened…." My remark falls on deaf ears, and my mother chuckles.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I ask her, my voice breaking.
"Why you go around do bad things?"
"I didn't do anything wrong! I'm not the one lying here!"
"I not lying, you are! Now eat food and take this." She hands me an envelope, but I place it irately on the couch. She completely dismissed what she just caused. All that drama and for what?
'It doesn't matter if I did bad or not, she convinced him of complete bullshit and he won't listen to me!'
Although upset and already full, fear gets the better of me and I grab my plate.
'If I don't eat her cooking, she'll attack me. I'd rather avoid getting beat up again.'
She leaves the living room, smirking as if she accomplished something important. As much as I want to cry, I bottle it all up. It's not like this kind of thing happens rarely. It's just a part of my every day.
My baby brother Dulvan suddenly strolls into the room (I forgot he was home) and I start feeding him some of my food to eat.
'At least this only affects me and not my siblings…'
꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙꧙2:40 pm
As I chew my last bite on our family's usual grub of rice and other things the names of escape me-I question my mom; "Aren't you going to pick Traya and Chenara up?"
"Why, it not time yet-?"
I nod and say, "Yeah…it kinda is, mummy."
Not sure why but I have called my parents the same thing that I've called them ever since I was little, not really so much out of endearment, but more out of what I'm used to. I call my mom, mommy/mummy, and my dad, daddy/daddy-o; as strange as it sounds it is just how things roll even with these idiotic situations.
My mom's temper comes out of nowhere, and just as I gulp down more water and pain pills, something is suddenly thrown at my head, a bag of scraps, celery, apple, carrots, etc; it kind of hurts but not as badly as the brick of a sandal that comes afterwards, which happens to connect with my bad shoulder. It takes everything in me to not shriek out in pain.
'So much for not getting bitched at-'
"Feed your shit animal and clean this mess!" My mother cries out clearly angry, not sure what for but it's surely directed at me! Shouldn't I be the one who's angry? It's not like she was framed for shit she didn't do!
Tears sting in my eyes; from the reeling pain my shoulder is in; I even kneel to the ground. I suppose she was bottling up her anger and let everything out once my brother 'broke the camel's back' by spilling his lunch all over the couch and floor. I did tell her he already ate off my plate, but did she listen? Of course not! Oh, lucky me.
Once my pain dies down a little, and after cleaning the mess, my mother and brother leave the apartment to pick my sisters up from school.
I head back to the 'ghost room' for my keys and bring along my birds and Zerbo.
I place Boyya in my jacket, while Peachy(aka P-chan) and Springy ride on my shoulder. I then head down the stairs in our semi-massive apartment building through the parking lot and into the garden.
Rabbit cages that once used to be awesome now are falling apart, and poor Butterscotch my (really the entire family's) rescued bunny has to stay out here. My parents refuse to allow me to keep our rabbit in the house because 'she might chew everything up' but strangely she only acts like that in the garden with the food growing everywhere.
Both my parents and siblings all like animals, but when they are stressed out about something, they blame the animals and me for whatever their issue is. As much as I want to find a new home for them, my mother protests; and I don't have the guts to give my 'life-lines' away.
Friendly plant Zerbo really dislikes my bunny Butterscotch because she tried eating him when I showed him around the garden. Thank god he didn't hurt her! Too bad my birds are fond of him too. (they also enjoy chewing on plants!)
"Hey, Butterballa!" I grin at my caramel and white English Spotted bun. Her stiff ears perk up and she runs to lick my hand.
"Okay, guys you can chill here for a minute while I go pick some more veggies." I state to the three curious birds, and bunny. Something golden catches my eye and I pick it up, a large amazing yellow gold feather, it even gleams when I hold it in the light! Marveling at its beauty, I tuck it into my back pocket for safekeeping.
'I wonder what kind of bird dropped it; I'll have to Joogle it later.'
I leave the door (what's left of it) of the rabbit cage open, and quickly Butterscotch hops out and follows me, she keeps up her feet in delight.
"Silly girl!" I laugh but uneasiness swallows me once again as I notice all the animals freezing up, the birds start screaming again; all their frantic eyes once again glued to something behind me.
Forcing the crawling fear down, I turn quickly and hold back a scream.
Darkness is best to describe the thing I see. Despair is the emotion I sense.
A shadowy cloaked figure fades away but not before I spot a skeleton arm reaching out, as if to grab me. There are no eyes, only empty coal sockets.
I shake off the urge to run and instead gather all the animals and Kurama's plant quickly. I race past the garden, through the parking lot and up the stairs. Fumbling with my bent-up keys, I finally get my shaky hands to unlock the door and sprint through all my pain into apartment 7. It still feels like something is watching me, and the animals still are freaked out.
"It's okay guys, don't be scared, it's gone now…" I lie with a semi soothing voice.
"I-I didn't see a damn thing; it's just this pain is getting to me…" I softly strain my laughter.
'Just what the hell is going on…?!' I scream in my head but decide to head back to my desk to try and move my mind elsewhere.
I put all the birds on their cages and place Butterscotch in a pet carrier with food and water. I hide her somewhat under my desk not wanting to put her downstairs after that thing showed itself.
Remembering a letter came in the mail for me earlier, I slowly open it, noticing it has no return address.
'Well, that's a little weird…' I comment.
Once again, the creeps crawl up my back and into my spine. This isn't your typical letter.
He's coming!
It's written in dry gooey browning 'ink', it looks like blood.
The aching quickly turns into sharp stabs of pain in my shoulder and my entire body trembles, unsure how to react.
Question is, who is this he?
To be continued…
My Notes:
Well, this chapter was a little difficult to write, but I hope this gives insight into Aisha's character. This chapter is 12 pages long on 12 inch font.
Please let me know what you think!
Rock Out and Peace On
-Pinkbun17