Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC
By: ~Pinkbun17~
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, if I did; it would a freakin' dream come true.
Youko's Thoughts: ^Something Something. ^
Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *Please stop commenting so much, Youko. *
Inner thoughts of other characters: 'If there's a will, there's a way!'
Re-edited Last: 12/11/20
Chapter 7: Attacked by a Bi-polar Kurama...? Part II
(DAY ONE)
Aisha's POV:
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As the two of us seat ourselves in our usual spots in the single desk rows of lameness; the red-headed devil strolls in and hands the Asian teacher a thin yellow slip of paper. I don't sense any malice this time around, and he calmly seats himself next to Mizzy, while I'm sitting behind her. I can't help but gasp mentally at how close the monster is to me.
This math class sucks big time, but it's more amusing than the class I was in previously. I despise math with a passion and the idiots in this class aren't helping me place forth much effort. By default, freshmen and new students typically take this course (like English 1).
The kids in my class speedily fill the room with useless chatter and begin tossing things back and forth across the classroom, I can see the worry and anger already forming on the teacher's face, but he pretends not to notice the racket.
The mean fox steals a glance at me, and I shift my eyes away, pretending to stare out the foggy window, even though it's on the other side of the damn classroom.
'Gotta keep my calm...keep my calm...I wonder if he'll try to force me to "confess" to being a demon when I'm not one...' My train of thought smashes into a thousand meaningless pieces (just imagine a dreadful train wreck) as a ridiculous and perverted question blares out.
"Hey Cutie! Boxers, briefs, or...*giggles* are you going commando?" Libby, an attractive, small Mexican flirt teases the rigid stone-face Shuichi. Said chick is actually pretty nice but is openly perverted...and sits right next to me. I gasp out a laugh, and my mouth locks into an open mouth smile. A clatter of pink painted wood hits the ground and rolls under Kurama's seat...my pencil!
Coolly he responds to Libby with a slight smile upon his face. "I believe that is personal information that I cannot give to you."
Nearly the entire class roars and shrieks in utter hilarity, and of course Mizzy is included! I'm just about to hoot my head off until, Shuichi turns around and hands me my pencil. I tug the pencil and he releases it slowly, smirking. I gawk at him for a moment, he seriously looked hot...but just...what the hell was that?
'Where did the murderous intent go? Well...at least our hands didn't touch, otherwise I would have either melted or froze! Blast my fangirl feelings to hell, he wants to kill me! Does real infatuation make fake hate...?'
I noticed it before but it's still striking me as odd, his eyes are sparkling and lacking wickedness, maybe my mind's playing tricks on me...?
Other thoughtless, perverted, and/or useless questions are soon thrown at fox boy, and I try not to listen or giggle, but it's difficult not to!
"Would you let someone fart on your face for 100 dollars?"
'What the heck...? Who came up with that?' I laugh into my hand, holding back as much as I can. Mizzy is "dying", tears are rolling down her now cherry red face.
Senseless as it is, Kurama still replies. "No, I wouldn't."
Most of the class is squealing with laughter, while a couple of students were either trying not to smile or forcing a frown. Here I am fighting an army to not crack a smile.
"Hey are you gay? Is that why you look so girly?" Some Hispanic guy with funny bushy eyebrows named Daniel shouts, grinning moronically.
Roars of sniggering fill the room, even I join in, unable to help myself! The redhead pinpoints my untamed giggling and glances back at me. His lips are slightly upright, but his eyes display nothing. This swiftly silences my snickering, reminding me how "badass" and freaky he really is.
'Evil is more like it... able to hide everything...'
Kurama frowns a bit and replies in an even tone, "No, I'm not, and what does my appearance have anything to do with my orientation?" Said redhead doesn't seem pleased, and he gives a mean look to the chuckling Daniel, who now appears freaked out.
"Class! Class! Come on guys! Be quiet!" The young teacher shouts in a stressful manner. Mr. Woo is the ultimate Asian nerd, no joke or stereotype intended. Everything from the way he dresses to the way he talks, and at first, I thought he was gay, but he isn't, and is going to get married soon. Anyway, he treats us like we're dead-in-the-head, but I don't blame him, just wish he'd know who does and doesn't possess a mind wired for stupidity.
Mr. Woo-Hoo(As the students call him)soon takes note that Shuichi is ahead of the class and is very intelligent. Non-stop Shuichi is called upon to answer problems, and it becomes so troublesome that the redhead kindly asks if someone else can be given a chance to answer a question. Even Kurama the freaking calculator needs a break!
'It's weird how quickly my mind's adapted to the idea of an anime character being REAL and is sitting in my classroom.'
Math class zooms by too hastily for my taste, and it was fairly funny! Just as the bell buzzes, I gather up my supplies, and the crowd of moronic kids trample (not literally) my only exit and cause my lime green binder to clatter to the ground and recklessly spit up all my papers.
"Assholes!" I shout to no one in particular.
Mizzy has been dragged off by a bossy "friend" who's her classmate in her 6th period, so she ditches me! Out of nowhere, Mr. Woo sprints out of the room, it appears someone has to GO, and badly! The expression on his face is priceless. I recall seeing him nervously sipping his bottle of lemonade way too much during class, poor dude. I giggle to myself and replay the class period's hilarity in my head. I begin to gather up the loose notes when someone asks me, "Hey, need any help?"
I reply with a positive "Yeah, sure thanks!" and go about picking up the other things that are scattered all over the floor. I snatch a red eraser and that is when I notice Shuichi, kneeling sort of in front of me, picking up my binder and papers. A few desks are sandwiched between us, so I feel comfortable. He coolly hands me my folder, and he beams a bit. I, feeling exultant and acting a bit crazy, (I get a funny high when I've been laughing too much) say something I mentally facepalm the second it spills out of my mouth.
"Thanks, Kurama!"
As soon as his facial expression changes, I realize what I just said...His unruffled emerald hue eyes widen a bit, and before I can sprint for it, the dude grabs the upper part of my arm.
"Wait-" He starts, however...the odd tingling pulse rattles through my body, and it appears to have affected him as well. Shock sets itself upon his demeanor and his grip loosens up on my arm. I snatch up this chance to wiggle from his clutch and take off. Somehow, against all odds, I amazingly escape him, and twice too! If he is a demon shouldn't he have blocked me or something? Plus, what is up with that creepy feeling?
'Hm... I think that happened like three times...and each time he had touched me!'
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Scrambling into my 6th-period class, I clutch my dark seat rapidly and plop myself down. A frown twists on to my face as I realize the buffoon, I sit next to is starting to turn around to chat with me.
'I'm just cursed in EVERY class to be sitting near or next to an annoying moron.'
Classmates around us are all babbling about fast food places, and he decides to ask me something.
"Why is it called a "drive-thru" if you have to stop?"
He already knows I have a strong dislike towards him, and yet he still annoys me! Sometimes he randomly punches and kicks me, heck he's even stolen my things! Seriously this teacher MUST hate me too if I have to sit next to Orion. The not so funny "Class clown".
"How the hell would I know?" I shout at him, and he mutters something. "Just don't talk to me." I growl.
"No need to be so rude, Aisha..."
I'm too busy worrying to give a damn about what he has to say. Personally, I think my life is more important than talking about drive-thrus.
'Man, what I am going to do? Just what does that redhead have planned? Maybe he was trying to confuse me...that must be the reason why, he acted so cheerfully. Though it's stupid how he grabs my arm and lets me go...if you ask me-'
Shuichi hurriedly enters the classroom just as the bell rings and the teacher demands furiously; "Why are you late?" I hate my science teacher; she's a real hag- face, everything about her, including her tone of voice, makes you want to crawl under a rock, and smash your head with a chunk of wood, and yes I realize that made no sense, but I'm going to say it anyway; in short, she makes your brain explode in a negative way.
'He was too busy trying to stop me from coming to class if ya want to know why he was late, haggle-face.'
He responds. "I just got lost sorry, teach."
Cue the second train crash.
'-Wait! What the hell? Got lost teach? Whoa! What happened to his proper polite 'I'm a teacher's pet' tone of voice?'
"Just don't let it happen again." The bony hobgoblin lady responds sharply.
'He has to be Bi-Polar...Yep, I have no doubts...' I nod to myself.
The haggle-face sends the redhead to the other side of the classroom in the back row. I also am in the back row and despise it, why you might ask? Simple. I. Can't. See. The. Freaking. Board. My vision sucks big time when it comes to seeing far away, (I seriously need glasses) but my mother says my eyes are fine. How the hell would she know, she doesn't have MY eyes.
For the rest of the class period we take notes about earthquakes and yet she makes it more confusing. Did I forget to mention, she enjoys jumping from one unrelated topic to another? I used to love Science, but this teacher has made me lose hope in understanding anything. God, it irks me so much that I think solving a million complicated mathematical equations sounds wonderful... Yuck. Okay, not really. I'd rather beat my head in with a chunk of wood.
I borrow the notes from my other classmate (since I can't see well enough to copy them down), and Orion keeps pestering me; I stomp harshly on his foot, and that finally shuts the fool up.
I can't think straight at all! Denial is clouding up my mind, how in the orange world did Shuichi Minamino say that? Finally, I acquire a chance to steal just a small glance at him, and when I do, I'm really freaked out. His eyes are red. No, not the puffy "he was crying" blood-shot red, and no not like Hiei's and Yukina's beautiful bright irises red, but rather something malicious. Almost like demon InuYasha when he goes mad.
'What the f...! ' I scream in my mind. 'How is that even possible? His eyes are green, and Youko's are yellow...I'm starting to think that...he's not really Kurama...'
Before glancing away Kurama slyly winks at me. WINKS. What the blue hell? I'm so stunned that I don't write another word in my notes. A few of my classmates notice this exchange (His wink) and start passing notes around, eventually one makes it to me, reading;
Are you going out with the new kid?
For a moment I just sit there, trying to not freak out. I grab the little note scribbled in my own response, crumble it up and throw it discreetly at the moron that wrote it in the first place. He catches it slyly and opens it and frowns deeply.
What's it to ya? Last time I checked I didn't need to report my business to you! Get a life!
I grin slightly to myself, but I can't get Kurama's frightening red eyes out of my head...
'This is just another day...I'm dreaming right now...that's why I'm in this horrible classroom...it's a nightmare.'
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For once Mrs. Hendricks, (I mean Ten-Dicks) gives us a little break. Normally, she never lets us do this, so it's a rare treat. Personally, I think she only lost one of the ten sticks up her ass. Nearing the end of the school day, everyone begins packing up and the babble level rises, oddly enough the teacher doesn't nag. Somehow for a moment, my mind's at ease, as I tell my classmate the amazingness of parrots as pets. Although I sense piercing stares in my general direction from Kurama, I pretend not to notice and jabber on.
"Condan, if you ever wanna a parrot, I'll be glad to answer any questions you might have!" I say with a smile, and he responds with a quick; "Yeah, I'll keep you in mind, thanks Aisha."
The final school bell buzzes and anxiety bubbles within my gut. Ignoring it, I tread myself out the classroom and into the boisterous hallway, before anyone else notices my presence, Shuichi swiftly clutches the upper part of my arm and drags me like a rag doll down the stairs and heads towards the empty side parking lot of the school campus.
'Whoa, something just feels off about him, I have super serious chills, and it isn't the good ones...'
"Look, why'd ya call me Kurama earlier?" He asks, and he stares hard at me, his grip on my arm tightening.
'Crap...Just keep your cool and stay calm...Wait. What?'
"Dude, what are you talking about? I thought we discussed this already...?"
Okay I'm lost here, didn't he call me a demon earlier, and said he was going to hunt me down and everything?
I wince because his grip tightens further.
"Well?" The redhead states in a demanding tone, he yanks me closer and his gaze only pierces further, and I attempt to back away.
"Um...well...you see...Kurama-"
'Oh stupid! I did it again...damn him and his many names! You have to wonder if he ever gets confused by all of them!'
His face expresses shock and his eyes widen, but momentarily I spot something's off. For a spilt second his eyes flashed pitch black.
'Wouldn't they flash gold, after all that's what happens when he's pissed... Now...what's going on here...? What about the red eyes...? And the improper speech? His eyes are really dull looking, plus he's not acting at all like a freakin' gentleman...And that creeper girl from before...her eyes flashed black too...'
"Explain yourself, are you that demon that's tryin' to take over this world and mine?"
'Once again not talking very proper...*cough* Bi-Polar...'
"Dude, you said this shit earlier! Why the hell are you asking again? Are you freakin' stupid, or do you suffer from short term memory loss?!"
He may appear calm, but his eyes display a different story, and dulled to an even blander shade of olive-green, all the while screaming RAGE! I huff attempting to catch my breath, and swiftly he reaches into his red mane...
Time to panic.
'Whoever the hell he is, he's going to rip me into shreds! Damn it, what should I do?'
"No! I'm not a demon...Hey wait, -wait Kurama!" I cry out and latch on to his arm harshly with my free left hand.
He merely glances at my appendage pitifully and mutters, "Explain how you know my demon name." Now his eyes chose to express soft anger.
'Remind me again what exactly I did wrong?!'
Releasing my own grip, I firmly state in the calmest manner possible, "First of all, let go of my arm."
'At least I have a pretty good pain tolerance, and am used to hiding my feelings...'
"Keh. Fine." He grumbles.
'Most definitely not Kurama like...He sounds more like a ruffian.'
"Okay, now just put that thing away..."
'Does he even have seeds? Man, this is confusing...'
"Not if I have to use it." He states plainly.
"Then I won't cooperate..." I blab back.
He glares at me and suddenly my persistent stubbornness takes over.
'I'm getting away from him, and it's going to be now!'
Displaying the best of my acting I pretend to see something horrifying right behind him, while shrieking as loud as I can. Surprisingly, he falls for it; and I kick him in the 'family jewels', shove him to the ground and run like hell towards the other side of the school.
'The real Kurama would never fall for something as stupid as that...Question is who is that freak?'
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Randomly scrambling out of the vacant hallways, I spot my friends exiting the school. Noticing me, they wave and stop walking. Panic gurgles within my gut and I manage to huff out, "No-time-to-explain-kinda-in-trouble-go home don't wait up for me!" Both exchange glances of confusion but relief washes over me when they are out of sight.
'Well so much for getting this math homework outta the way and hanging out...I wonder if they heard the trouble part...? They must have assumed my mother didn't let me stay after today...'
Once, I forgot to call my mom ahead of time, and she got really pissed about it since she has to pick my sisters and me up from school. Though all the other times I call she doesn't pick her phone up, too bad she enjoys blaming me. If only she could give a shit about my education.
My lungs start to excruciatingly ache, warning me of a possible asthma attack, but the terror that's constricting my heart only forces me to continue.
'I seriously need to hide...but what I don't understand was why he was acting nicer in 5th period... Maybe I am dreaming...?' Shit, I think my chest is going to burst...'
Bending myself forward and placing my hands on my knees I stagger trying to breathe properly and take a puff of my icky inhaler. Somehow, I manage to race all the way to the nasty football field on the opposite side of the campus. After a few minutes, my ragged breathing pattern calms down, but the aching in my chest only makes its presence known.
'He acts like I just committed a horrible crime if he's the Kurama I know; he'd remain calm and use that mask of no emotion...Like he did during snack... except he was seriously freaky...and angry.'
"Weird how nobody's here, what is this some sort of ghost town?" I mutter out loud to myself. Normally there would be a bunch of students here either from the track or football team out here practicing their asses off...
'Man, I should seriously be hiding...'
Too bad there isn't anywhere to really hide...other than the obvious decaying bleachers. There's a very tall fence surrounding the field...as if to keep inmates inside a jail...great.
'I could climb it, but I'd break my legs after jumping in the process.'
Before I can even take another step, a red blur, only a few feet away, causes me to freeze.
"So, you thought your dirty little trick would get rid of me?" He grins, slowly walking towards me, as if to taunt me.
'Aw, shit...' I curse myself taking to long to catch my breath.
'I should have allowed myself to have an asthma attack...then maybe-man what am I thinking?'
Back when I was dandy and friendly(I could brush off everything that happened at home with a smile), I'd fight and mess around with my guy friends, no one would bother to picking fights with me then, but now...my fighting spirit has diminished, buried under all my hate and despair.
'Better to have tried than to not have tried at all, right? Meanwhile I should work on getting my fighting will back again...'
I take a few steps back and aim to kick him in the gut, but he seizes my leg, and shoves me to the ground.
"Oh, you wanna play? Oh okay, this is gonna be fun then." He hoots evilly, as I stand up again.
"Shut up you fucking bastard!" I scream, both in malice and fear. Tears are already pricking at my eyes.
'What, does this monster have balls of steel?'
Without really thinking somehow, I ram him in the face with a punch, causing him to land on his butt. Shock graces his facial features momentarily, but swiftly anger rages all over his face.
"Oh, you're gonna get it now..." He growls, rubbing his cheek, and begins to rise to his feet.
Attempting with the little strength I have left I make a sprint for it, but the crappy field has it in for me; my foot gets trapped in a hole in the stupid ground.
I jerk it out violently and my ankle throbs horribly, so I begin to hobble. I don't get far, and soon agony shoots through the left side of my ribs. He cackles, as I stumble to my feet, and as a 'reward' I gain a blow to my stomach, hard. This forces me to fall into the dirty fake grass.
"Huh, I thought you would put up more of a fight than this, how boring ya are." He states condescendingly, and crouches down next to my face.
For a spilt second, he glances away spotting someone entering a P.E room, and that is when I dig up some fake grass, rubber rocks, and crumbling dirt and chuck the shit into his demeaning eyes. He hobbles back, sputtering in rage, vigorously rubbing at his eyes in fury. Forcing myself on to my feet and clutching at my stomach and left side, I heave a powerful kick with my good leg directly into his groin. He fumbles backwards and I attempt to run for it...Okay, more like hobble run.
"You little bitch!" He roars and bounces back to bash me in the back of the head.
Crumbling to the ground, I clutch at my head, sobbing in hurt, sticky liquid oozes between my fingertips, signaling me of an open gash. Over and over he socks me ravishing in my misery. Repeatedly in the sides and stomach, blasts of white sheering agony pierce through my flesh, and I spit a little blood out from biting my tongue.
'I hope none of my organs are ripped...'
He steps back as if to survey his handiwork and states with a cold chuckle; "Guess you aren't all that boring after all."
Clutching myself, I gasp, breathing raggedly. " Go to hell...you-bastard...!"
"Come on stand-up we ain't done yet, Miss Aisha." Now I know he's mocking me, and it may be the end of me. I will myself to stand again, and wipe the blood off my mouth, though wobbling I'm surprised that I can even move.
"There's more where that came from, but if you do as I say I won't have to torture you so much." He beams, winking at me.
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"Fuck you." I spit bitterly. At lightning-like speed, he comes at me again, this time shoving me to the dirt. Before I can even contemplate moving another inch, he pins my hands above my head, and his knees are at my sides.
'Damn, he's got me trapped; now I'm really screwed...I don't think I have the energy to fight now...'
"Since you won't tell me what ya know, guess I got no other choice." He declares cheerfully.
"Oh? And how the fuck...are you gonna do that you prick?" I taunt, barely able to bury the pain of some of the harsh gashes' that are slamming my being.
'I don't know anything in the first place!'
He glares at me, antagonism swimming in his freaky eyes; the aching I feel only seems to double. Tears have already been streaming down my face for a while now, and I can't stop them.
"You're gonna be on my side soon..."
He forces my head up towards him and shoves a dull green seed in my mouth.
'Gross...it tastes like dirt!'
"Noo..." I mumble.
"Swallow it." He commands I refuse to do so, and his grip on my wrists tightens.
'Is this poison or something?'
"Do it, you idiotic human!"
"I rather not, you asshole!" I spit the seed at him.
He wipes his face and slams his fist into my shoulder, I scream out in pain, unable to quiet myself.
'He must have snapped straight through my fucking scapula.'
My vision blurs more from both my tears and the sharp agony all over my body, but I still attempt to fight him.
'What if he tries to go after my friends and family? He seems to want something...too bad I don't fucking know why! None of this shit makes any sense!'
"If you won't swallow it you can just take this one then..." He pulls out a light blue cloth from his back pocket and mashes a red seed in it.
"Die in hell...you...bastard." I curse him. Am I going to die now?
Nothing is making any sense; it's so invalid I just don't know where to start. This entire day has been fucked up from the moment I woke up this morning...All the sadness inside me right now is replaced with complete revulsion and rage.
"I hope... you rot in the deepest... hole they have... in hell." I whisper. His eyes flash with irritation, but for some reason, he beams.
I try to scratch him, so there would be his DNA under my nails,(so if my body is found they might have a chance to catch this freak) but he covers my mouth with the cloth, suffocating me. Dizziness swallows me, and he whispers into my ear.
"The seed that's in this cloth is also a demon truth serum, and it's very powerful, so don't even bother lyin' to me...in fact, I got ya under my control..."
'Maybe this is what I deserve...after all I wanted to kill myself anyway...'
Muffled malevolent cackling fills my ears and blackness cloaks over me, allowing me to fall into it.
To be continued...
My notes:
This is only the start of the insanity I have in mind...This chapter is 16 pages long. :3
Please review! It helps me write. Rock Out and Peace on.
~Pinkbun17