Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC
By: ~Pinkbun17~
Updated Last: 12/13/20
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and sadly never will…unless I magically become rich enough to own the world –cue evil laugh- But really I'm poor, so you'd look pretty foolish trying to sue me!
Story Format as always: (This is tiring to post!)
Youko's Thoughts: ^All lives matter was a movement made to belittle the black lives movement. ^
Kurama speaking to Yoko in his head/his own thoughts: *That's like not saving a drowning person because there are other people in the water (who are swimming fine at the moment). *
Inner thoughts of other characters: 'That's ridiculous!'
Anything said in Sinhalese: "Black lives matter!"
PLEASE REVIEW? I'd really like to know what you people think! Flaming is welcomed but that would NOT make you the bigger person, now would it?
Chapter 27: Idiotic humans these days!
(DAY 4) 7:30 pm
Kurama's POV:
As soon as I reach Aisha's apartment, the demonic presence vanishes, however, the scent of her blood clearly exposes itself at once.
^She must have been attacked again, hurry Shuichi. ^
Using my plants to hastily hoist my body over the tall ash-colored parking gate I sprint through a partially underground lot and my nose leads me to a small flight of cement stairs. There at the second flight's end is Aisha. Blood is trickling down her exposed arms and shredded clothed legs and decaying plant vines are wrapped loosely around her waist, neck, and arms.
*Vines? Perhaps another demon attacked her? *
^Most likely an animal spirit, though we cannot be certain. ^
As I rush to her aid, I notice a tiny pocketknife sticking out of a dying plant mass; razor-sharp teeth protrude out of a gaping hole for a mouth.
^A plant demon of some sort. Though I have never encountered this variety before…^
*How did she kill this demon…? *
^She still hasn't recovered from the first attack, has she? ^
*I'm afraid not, she was already in terrible shape…*
"Aisha, who did this to you?" I say calmly, but the way she's sprawled on the floor and from the injuries I do spot she must have been shoved harshly down the cement stairs. I check her head for abrasions but luckily find none.
"Stay away from me…" She whispers but makes no effort to even peer up from her now sitting position.
"You're bleeding, we should act immediately…" I say and sensibly move to pick her up, but she shrieks aggressively.
"NO! Don't touch meee!" The scent of tears surfaces, and it's clear she's frightened.
^You must retrieve her, the sooner her wounds are treated, the less damage will be left, for all, we know this plant demon might have also inflicted poison into her body. ^
*I know that, but if she continues to act out-human curiosity will only result in more stirred up trouble. *
"Miss Aisha, please calm down, I'm not here to cause you any harm. I only wish to assist you." I try to reason with her, and she finally peers up.
Her coffee-colored eyes are void of sense; they are pitiless, lost in torment.
As I pick her up bridal style, she once again begins screeching and pounding against my chest. Some of the pieces of glass embed deeper into her flesh, and blood is smeared onto my cerulean blue collared shirt and splatters on my beige pants.
"LET GO! LET GO! LET ME GO!"
She attempts to escape, but I grasp her, my chest is presently against her back, and strangely; a bit of antagonism rises within myself and I muffle her cries with my hand, and I restrain her arms carefully. As if on a terrible cue, a chipped door swings open fiercely, and an extremely bulky woman and a short man step out and spot the both of us.
"Why is that stupid parrot on that railing, and what is up with that damn rabbit!?" The woman shouts, her arms flailing about.
"Them animals need to be put down, but what the hell is up with all that yelling, I already called the cops but damn they are takin' too fucking long-" The man ceases his angry speech and instead stares wide-eyed at my predicament.
The couple doesn't seem to notice the vines, plant demon corpse, or the shattered lights; instead, they begin screaming and the male steps towards me.
"You little shit what the fuck is wrong with you!?" The man says rage blaring in his eyes.
"Jerry, I'll call the cops again, don't let him move an inch!" The portly woman commands and pulls out her cellphone.
"Please sir and ma'am you clearly are mistaken, I'm not the culprit, and I'm only trying to restrain her from harming herself."
"Oh really? Then what proof have ya got, I heard somebody screaming earlier; maybe it was 'cause of you!" The man states, reaching into his copper tone jacket…
"Shoot him, Jerry, shoot him! Fucking crazy teenager!" The overweight woman eggs the male on. "He might come after us too!" She then runs back inside the complex; claiming her phone's battery has just died.
^Use both the calming and memory pollen, these humans have no reasoning nor logic left it seems. ^
*Though I'm afraid the man may end up shooting Aisha instead if I alarm him in the slightest way. *
"Let go of that girl, and step over here ya son of a bitch!" The middle age squat male commands, grinning slightly; his eyes are glistening with satisfaction. "Lemme get a good look at you."
Oddly, Aisha remains immobile, and when I release her, she only stands there frozen in whatever thoughts are going through her mind. Her eyes are still void of any signs of realization.
"Admit it boy, you were trying to fuck her up some more weren't ya?" He laughs and raises his gun toward me. "Ya ain't getting away with it ya little prick. Not when I'm here!"
"I'm afraid you have clearly misunderstood, I don't have any ill intentions, now if you will please refrain yourself from misfiring your weapon…."
The plump female returns, "I brought my Taser Jerry-"
BANG.
The sharp pop of the metallic weapon is fired by the foolish human male after being startled by the door suddenly being slammed harshly into his posterior by the hefty woman.
^Idiotic humans. ^
Unfortunately, even as I simply dodge it, the bullet manages to bounce off the metal railing by the cement stairs and redirects itself towards Aisha.
Swiftly I act, grabbing her and moving away from the bullet, which lodges into the dull peach-colored wall of the building.
Soon enough, life springs back into her eyes; she now has regained her mental status.
^Perhaps now would be a good time to move her into a safer location. ^ Youko states.
"What-" She stutters, noticing that I am holding her. "K-Kurama?"
I set her down somewhat roughly, feeling more anger seethe within myself.
"I did nothing to provoke you to attack us and, yet you recklessly decide to shoot, nearly killing this girl."
"What…? He shot at me…? What the hell is wrong with you Mr. Traivou!?" Aisha comments, seemingly back to normal. "Who shoots at random people?"
"What the fuck-how-that's not…You're NOT HUMAN!" The man is obviously shaken up struggling to speak properly and proceeds to shoot several rounds at me.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
"I-I-'ll Taze him! Keep shooting him, he's the devil's child!" The obese woman screams, paling, but then proceeds to also shoot her useless human weapon.
BANG.
ZAP.
"Kurama!" Aisha shouts, sounding fearful. "Stop shooting you, damn psychos! Kurama hurry and-"
BANG. ZAP.
One bullet nearly lodges itself in Aisha's cheek, missing by mere inches; a raw slim cut instead is the result of being grazed.
BANG.
She shrieks in fear, and slides against the wall of the peach-colored building, her bloody scalded arms are clutching at her head as she ducks past the enormous building's steps.
BANG. ZAP.
Pushing her distress out of my mind and using my inhuman speed to my complete obvious advantage, I throw my memory pollen in the couple's faces.
^You should put these psychotic humans out of their misery. ^
*As tempting as that sounds, I don't think that's the best of options. *
'Jerry' allows his bronze weapon to clatter to the ground and the oversized woman releases her Taser and white cell phone, cracking its screen in the process.
The demented individuals recall nothing of the last hour and began to take their sluggish leave.
Just then blaring red and blue lights and a police siren sounds outside the building.
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Third POV:
Outside Aisha's Apartment Building
Several cop cars are lined up outside, their weapons drawn. An older black male returning from a convenience store with a bag in hand, walks by and catches the attention of said police. A shouting match ensues between several voices.
The demented couple makes their way to the front of the building, wanting to know what's going on.
"Miss, were you the one to call in about a disturbance?" A male question.
"No! I don't know who you're talking about!" A female shouts back.
"Mr. Traivou was this the man who caused this chaos?" Another voice asks and holds up the cuffed older black male.
"Of course, he is!" Mr. Traivou states. "He looks like a troublemaker." Mr. Traivou nor his partner have any recollection of the past hour, but if anyone is the type to ruin this county it's the like of thugs! He thinks to himself. He steps closer to the cop, and says, "I'm sure he's the guy!"
The police officer points at Mr. Traivou, "You have dust or powder all over your shirt."
Mr. Traivou dusts himself off, and the surrounding officers are exposed to Kurama's memory pollen. The black male still handcuffed retreats down the street in midst of the chaos. They, all end up forgetting why they're there in the first place and take their leave.
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Inside Aisha's Apartment building 7:55 pm
Kurama's POV:
There's a human-related commotion occurring outside the building, but it isn't of my concern now. After the two demented humans leave, I follow the scent of Aisha's blood. Her scent leads me past the stairs and into a separate dimly lit room.
"Miss Aisha…?" I ask softly, and my hand brushes against a power switch. Flickering it on, lights brighten the room, I notice right away yellowing washing machines and dryers; a small launder-mat. As I step around the machinery, I spot a hiding mass, cowering behind a washing machine, Aisha. Slowly she rises; her head is kept low.
"There you are, if I'm not mistaken you require a healing seed, right?" I try to keep my tone light and hand her a seed.
She flinches, and once again those chocolate-colored eyes are void of sense; her human mind has shut everything out again.
"Aisha, you must snap out of it, we have to treat your injuries properly," I say as calmly as I can, instead she begins to scream, and punches me in the chest.
"No! Get away from meee!"
"Miss Aisha! Get a hold of yourself! Aisha!" I grasp ahold of her uninjured shoulder and lightly shake her.
"No! No! Let go! No!"
She violently begins to wail her arms at me and punches me in the chin.
"Aisha! Snap out of it!" I now tightly clutch her wrists, trying to be mindful of the glass.
Squawk!
Squawk!
Squawk!
Squawk!
An orange, green, red, parrot with white circling its brown eyes and a coal colored beak walks into the room; its loud screeches cause my ears to ring a bit.
^Why would a bird suddenly appear…? ^
*I don't think it of this region, perhaps someone's pet? *
I glance back at Aisha, and she stops struggling against me. Suddenly her eyes return to normal, and she stares up at me, clearly jumbled.
"What the-why are you holding my wrists?" She even appears to be slightly irritated.
"You were panicking, and I was trying to calm you down, Miss Aisha." I state and release my hold.
"Oh…quit calling me that!" She glares at me but stumbles forward.
"Aisha, are you alright?"
"I'm fine…" She says sounding groggy, but her eyes tell a different story.
Squawk!
Her head quickly peers to the side, and her eyes meet with the strange parrot.
"Shuichi!" She then pushes me to the side and scurries to the bird.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"Pardon, but what?"
^Did she just call that strange bird…your human name? ^
As the parrot snuggles against her neck, she curses under her breath;
"Crap…"
"Explanations can be left for later, but right now our main concern is your injuries. We should head back to my place so I can remove the glass imbedded in your arms and legs."
"It's fine, really, I can do it myself." She states coldly and refuses to make eye contact.
"Aisha, those aren't simple cuts, those gashes look terribly painful."
She starts to limp out of the tiny space, and she turns, with me in following suit. She winces visibly and trips over an uneven area of a chipped cement step. Before she can create impact, I grab her around the waist, stopping her. Her parrot is dangling on to her hair, trying to maintain a grip.
"As I thought, you aren't feeling well. You seem to be very dizzy." I tell her, as she turns around to face me.
"I-I'm telling you, I'm fine-"
Once again, she stumbles, noticeably in pain. I gently grasp her wrist, but she only yanks her arm away harshly.
"I don't need any help from you." Her voice is icy, but she cannot keep the aching out of her tone.
As she heads up the stairs, she pauses at the plant mass and removes a small key chained pocketknife.
"Aisha, what happened to you here? And how did you managed to defeat this plant demon?" I question closely behind; in case she stumbles backwards.
^How did she manage to even survive, typically humans don't have much of a chance with even lesser demons…^
Instead of retrieving an answer from her, she slowly treads up the flight of stairs and robotically unlocks the brown cracked door; I follow behind her and the door shuts.
The parrot then begins screeching, and Aisha calmly pats the bird's fragile head.
"Calm down Boyya, ya need to quiet down." She smiles softly, and the parrot makes a kissing motion and sound against her left cheek. She then proceeds to open her door and places her parrot back on its cage.
"Aisha, we really should leave… your injuries…as well as the law enforcement." I try to reason with her, but instead, she says; "Not yet, Kurama."
^Stubborn girl, just grab her already! ^
"Miss Aisha!" I grasp the uninjured upper part of her arm and yank her softly outside the door and close it. "This isn't the time to be acting like this."
"Let go of my arm. Now." Her voice is even, emotionless.
"No." I state back plainly, and hoist her over my shoulder, treating her somewhat like a sack of rice.
"Damn it Kurama-"
"You are being ridiculous, Aisha. I don't understand why you are so opposed to my assistance. Especially since you're in need of it; just look at yourself. Your condition is terrible."
"Put me down, or I'll..."
"You will what?" I ask I can't help but feel both irritated and strangely amused at her challenge.
Chomp!
"Ah!" I gasp in surprise, this irrational female just bit into my shoulder!
^How feisty. She'll be in need of punishing. ^
Yet even as Youko states this, he is laughing undoubtedly finding this comical.
"If you continue like this, I will have to use my pollen on you, Miss Aisha."
"You were pissing me off, now put me down!" She states as if it were the most obvious of observations.
*You don't wish to anger me either, even I have limits. *
^Allow me to teach her a lesson or two. She will not forget them anytime soon. *
*I don't think so, you bothersome fox. Your supposed idea of a "lesson" would be categorized as sexual assault. *
^It was merely a suggestion, though I don't feel you are truly opposed to the idea. ^
*Now isn't the time to discuss this, kindly shut up. Besides, I don't need to waste more of my energy fighting her as well. *
Before she has the opportunity to bite me again, I let her down, and give her a stern glare.
"You're a reckless fool." I state, not pleased in the least. "Do as you please."
*You're lucky I'm a bit on the exhausted side, sometimes I curse my pollen for zapping so much spiritual energy…*
^If only she knew. ^ Youko chuckles. ^What she has just sparked. ^
"I don't care if I'm a fool." She mutters, her eyes wandering around the inside of the apartment building.
To be continued...
My notes: I added some new content in this chapter, so yay. The bit with the police is based on stories I've heard of some colored folks minding their business and police choose to harass them. I've sadly witnessed things like this in my personal life. Black lives matter! This chapter is 13 pages long on 12-inch font. I also have art of this story posted online. Links are on my profile. :D
Until next time,
Rock Out and Peace On!
~PiNkBuN17