Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC
By:~Pinkbun17~
Written: 4/9/24
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, nor any of the characters! I'm merely a fan borrowing them! ^^
YusukexKeiko, KuwabaraxYukina pairings supported! ^^
Keep this in mind, readers!
Story Format as always:
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Youko's Thoughts: ^ I would feed you all my pleasures.^
Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *Just to drown in all of yours.*
Inner thoughts of other characters: ' Have you heard of me?'
Hiei's Inner thoughts/speech when he is talking to someone in their head: ~Are you hurting me?~
Anything said in Sinhalese: "As the knife goes in, cut across my skin'
Lyrics from "Yen" By Slipknot
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Chapter 41: Shorely Unexpected: A Mortal (Portal) in the Sky!
Day 5: 4:50 pm
Aisha's POV:
I dash away with such urgency that by the time I stop, my lungs are ablaze with searing pain, and I find myself dramatically gasping for air.
"Stupid…asthma!" I huff to myself, desperately trying to suck in air, as if my lungs have forgotten how to function properly. I attempt to collect myself, but even staring at the glistening salty sea doesn't halt the relentless pursuit of my racing thoughts.
Asking him why he kissed me drained every ounce of bravery from my chest, and the only thing he gave me was a whirlwind of confusion and rejection.
"My desire blinded me, and I did not realize how it would affect you."
Isn't he like a thousand years old? What happened to being the wisest one in the bunch? Never did I think a week ago the great Youko Kurama would feel lust towards me, let alone be a part of the real world.
I mean, both Youko and the redheadhave done questionably romantic things to me…Shouldn't I be happy about all this? I mean, this is every fangirl's greatest desire! I can't help but to scoff to myself.
'Though, what kind of bullshit reason is that he was blinded by desire? Then again, he did say something about his sanity slipping away…'
I slowly pace along the shoreline, sidestepping the playful advances of the waves, and avoid wetting my bare feet.
"So, it's a no, at least for now, Aisha."
Ignoring the fact that he's saved my life countless times, how the hell does he go from kissing me, then saying I'm just becoming a dear friend? Who does romantic shit with a friend they've only known for less than a week? I mean, I doubt he's doing this shit with his boys.
I can imagine Yusuke jokingly flirting back with that mischievous glint in his eye, while Hiei freezes up like the half popsicle he is, being half ice demon and all. I muse, a grin tugging at my lips.
As for Kuwabara, I can practically see him now, his eyes wide with panic as he fires off questions faster than a machine gun. "What? Who? Kurama did you hit your head or something?" he'd stammer, his words tumbling over each other in a frantic attempt to make sense of it all.
My attempt to cheer myself up falls short as I gaze back at the waves. The sand feels cool and grainy beneath my bare feet as I begin to pace forward, each step accompanied by the soft crunch of grains yielding under my weight.
'Maybe he's a playboy, and he's been messing with my emotions.'
It's not like I have an impressive track record for relationships- even the platonic ones…It's been one of the few things consistent in my 14 years of existence.
'I guess it's just a mirror image of my home life – a flaming garbage pile of dysfunction and chaos.'
Tears begin to sting at my eyes and a few manage to escape, tracing a path down my cheek, as I grapple with that all-too-familiar sensation—the hollowness that swallows up my rational thoughts…
'God, was I really that delusional to think he could feel love towards me?'
I guess it's fair, I don't even love myself to begin with. To think I was trying to end my life pretty recently and all this insanity gets thrown my way. Silly me, clutching onto hope that just isn't meant for someone like me.
'All I've experienced so far has been fucking assault. I thought it was going to finally be different this time around.'
Soon enough, the anguish in my chest begins to claw at my heart, begging for release. With a deep breath, I tear my eyes away from the rhythmic dance of the ocean waves, and tears stream down my wretched face.
Suddenly, a deep male voice pierces the air with urgency, "Choco, get back here!"
Startled, I whip my head around just in time to catch sight of a brown, fluffy dog bounding toward me. Its fur ruffles in the wind, its vibrant blue leash trailing behind it like a flowing cape.
I freeze momentarily, unsure how to react. Although I grew up with all kinds of animals, I had no personal experience with dogs.
When my dad was a kid, back in his home country, he had a dog named Lucky, who he always described as his best friend.
According to him, dogs aren't just pets; they're family- and it was one of the few times he seemed cheerful talking about something. Most of the time, he's either cold or just pissed off. The way he gushed about his dog was out of character and oddly cheesy.
The small fuzzball of a dog barks excitedly, its tail wagging furiously as it hops closer, eager for attention.
The little one keeps insistently barking and playfully leaps around me, leaving me torn between slight fear and curiosity. Furiously, I wipe away my tears and tentatively extend my hand toward the brown dog, allowing him to sniff my palm.
Swiftly, the doggo gives my hand a friendly lick and I stroke its soft fur. Its brown eyes seem to sparkle with curiosity and concern.
An elderly South Asian man hobbles over, apologizing profusely for his dog's intrusion. He wears a navy blue kurta, his wrinkled face adorned with a warm, grandfatherly smile.
"I'm terribly sorry for bothering you," he says with a gentle tone, "My dog is usually well-behaved."
As he pauses, he notices the subtle signs of my distress-– the slight watery sheen in my eyes and the redness of my nose.
"Are you alright, young lady?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern, as he fishes out a packet of tissues and offers it to me.
With a small smile, he adds, "I see Choco wanted to see if you were okay."
I manage a smile in return and add, "Choco here was just what I needed," while giving the dog another gentle pat.
In the distance among the squawking seagulls, a familiar redhead emerges, gradually approaching the two of us. We briefly make eye contact, but I avert my eyes back to my new doggo buddy.
"Oh honey, there you are!" Another voice chimes in, as an elderly British woman, adorned in a flowing white dress, makes her way toward us with tentative steps, her movements hinting at joint problems.
Before any further greetings can be exchanged, a strange low, ominous hum pierces the sounds of the crashing waves and bird calls. Fear creeps onto the faces of the older couple, and I instinctively turn my head towards the sea.
In the sky directly above my head, about 6 feet overhead, a tiny, brilliant orange speck begins to materialize. Almost instinctively, I find myself stepping closer, the cool ocean water lapping gently at my feet, rising steadily until it reaches my ankles.
"W-what is that?" The older woman points at it, and their dog barks, darting off as the mysterious object rapidly expands. The older man sprints after the frightened fuzzball, but the lady remains frozen in fear, rooted to the spot.
Kurama appears seemingly out of nowhere, prompting the woman to scream in terror.
"Whoa, lady, calm down-" I attempt to reason, but her panic only intensifies as her eyes fixate on the massive orange anomaly in the sky. We stand there, transfixed, as the mysterious thing looms overhead, casting an eerie glow on us.
Then, without warning, a girl with long brown hair, clad in a vibrant blue dress, is forcefully ejected from the orange portal. Before anyone can react, she plummets directly towards me!
"Oh shi-" I barely manage to utter before she crash lands on me, plunging us both into the cold, salty water. Sputtering and coughing, I struggle to lift us both, the weight of her body pressing heavily against mine. She doesn't seem to react to the water, and that's when I notice her eyes are closed shut.
"Keiko?" Kurama's voice rings out with both urgency and confusion as he rushes over to us, quickly pulling her off of me. But even as he moves her, she remains motionless, her body limp in his arms.
The older white woman is relentless in her banshee screams of horror and Kurama flings his calming pollen at her. Emotionlessly, she hobbles toward the direction her partner and dog went.
"Are you alright?" The redhead utters as we make our way back to the dry sand.
"I'm okay, but how the hell—where the hell did she come from?" I exclaim, still flabbergasted that Keiko, of all people, was yeeted from the sky and crash-landed on me.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Though this must be related to whoever stole Koema's blueprints for the portals…" Kurama speculates, his tone tinged with concern as he checks Keiko's vitals.
"Should we call an ambulance? I mean, I'm assuming being in a portal messed her up for her to be unconscious like that…"
"Her pulse is strong; she may have just fainted from shock. Let's give her some time to wake up, I don't think further medical help will be necessary."
I pause, then remember, "Then again, if we do call one, the bill won't be pretty. The American Health Care System is utter trash…"
Kurama furrows his brow, weighing my words before responding, "That's terrible, and while that may be true, if she does need medical attention, we can worry about the financial implications later."
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Day 5: 5:15 pm
Even as I towel dry myself, remnants of the salty dunk I took still clings stubbornly to my skin, and there's enough sand stored away in all the wrong places to bring home as a souvenir! Blegh.
The redhead swiftly returns with bottled water, crab cakes, and a bag of ice. He hands them over with a sympathetic smile, and I can't help but feel a surge of gratitude and nurse my bruise with the ice bag.
"Well, I guess I'm more prone to bruising than I thought. At least it was a creative way of getting hurt, right? Haha." I try to inject some humor into the situation, forcing a smile despite the soreness.
'Oof, such an awkward thing to say…I guess we're going to pretend the whole rejection thing didn't happen and forget that I bawled my eyes out... after all, there are bigger fish to fry.'
Kurama nods in agreement, and then says, "It's also true, you've been quite the magnet when it comes to dangerous situations, Aisha."
I roll my eyes slightly annoyed. "Bruh, it's not like I can help it, if you've noticed I'm not exactly a lucky charm. I'm a walking battery pack with a big ass target, remember?"
Just then, a few murmurs escape Keiko's mouth, and she gradually begins to come to, blinking groggily as she regains consciousness.
"Keiko, are you alright?" Kurama questions, concern prominent in his voice.
"Kurama? Weren't you away on a trip..? Wh-where... am I?" Keiko mumbles, her voice hoarse as she begins to sit up.
She looks around, confusion is evident on her face before her eyes settle on me. I offer an awkward wave to Keiko and attempt a friendly smile.
"Um, hello there. I'm Aisha. To answer your question, you're at Dedondo Beach," I say, handing her a water bottle. "Here, you should drink this."
Taking another breath, I continue, "Well... long story short, you kind of fell from a portal and landed right on me."
Keiko's eyes widen in disbelief, her expression mirroring her bewilderment.
"You're not hurt or anything, are you?" she asks, her voice laced with concern as she examines me for any signs of injury.
"Uhh? I should be asking you that question!" I respond with a laugh, completely taken aback by her actions.
Exchanging a flustered glance with Kurama, he begins explaining the bizarre circumstances of her sudden appearance on the beach. Keiko listens intently, her brow furrowed as she tries to process the information.
After a moment of silence, she shakes her head incredulously, her gaze scanning the vast expanse of the beach. Then, taking a few more sips of water, she continues, "I guess I got lucky I didn't get chucked into a volcano or some other crazy place."
'Damn, she's so calm about all this. One second you're trying a dress on and the next you're sucked into the abyss. I'd be freaking the fuck out if that happened to me. Then again, she's probably a veteran with all the shit she's put up with Yusuke and the supernatural.'
"Right? I'm just glad you're okay," I chime in, relieved. "Hopefully, we can get everything sorted out and send you back home." Despite my curiosity, I resist the urge to bombard her with questions…for now.
Deciding to shut up for a moment, I offer her a crab cake, and she flashes a grateful smile, before promptly starting to nibble on it.
"I don't understand why a portal took me. You did say it's been happening randomly in both worlds–but it can't be just a coincidence…" Keiko voices.
"I agree. It certainly seems a bit too convenient to be just a mere coincidence," Kurama conveys, his gaze shifting to a pair of bickering seagulls.
"Though you raise a valid question, why you–after all, you're a normal human being. I suppose the only thing we can do now is to stay informed and play things by ear."
The redhead proceeds next to explain his mission, how the rest of the Yu Yu Crew is supposed to arrive soon, and my role in this dumpster fire.
Keiko throws a look of concern my way, but I just flash her an awkward smile, attempting to laugh off the insanity of it all.
"Yeah, and that's not even half of what's happened this week. I'm still reeling from shock myself."
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As the afternoon sun begins its descent, the sky transforms into a canvas of pastel hues. Shades of pink, orange, and purple paint the horizon, reflecting off the calm ocean waters. It's a serene and picturesque moment, evoking a sense of peace and contentment.
As the day comes to a close, the beach gradually empties, leaving behind only a few stragglers who want to witness the stunning sunset. With the temperature gradually cooling, the beach takes on a quieter ambiance, allowing you to revel in the beauty of the fading light and the gentle sounds of the waves.
"That's the one bad thing about sunsets. They make you think too much." Keiko sighs, her eyes reflecting the fleeting sunlight.
I nod in agreement, feeling the warmth of the weakening sun on my skin.
"That happens to me whenever I look at any nature. My mind just wanders all over the place," I respond, mentally noting several more questions I wish to ask her.
Glancing at the redhead, he remains quiet, his gaze transfixed on the setting sun and the soft, rolling waves. His brow furrows in concentration as he delves into deep thought, pondering god knows what.
'Maybe he's bickering with Youko again.'
As the sun dips lower on the horizon, its warmth and reddish glow sinking further, I turn to Keiko with curiosity.
"So… I hope it's not too much to ask you, Keiko, but what was it like being inside a portal?"
Keiko pauses for a moment, her gaze wandering out to the vast expanse of the ocean before returning to meet mine. She shivers slightly, perhaps remembering the unsettling experience.
"Everything happened so fast, and I didn't even have time to process what was going on. It felt like being caught in a whirlwind and a strange hovering warmth–I'm not sure how else to describe it, but other than that feeling, I don't remember anything else afterward."
I nod, agreeing how freaky it must have all been and repeating how thankful I am that she's in one piece.
Keiko offers me a small, grateful smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and lingering unease.
"Thanks. It's definitely an experience I'd rather not go through again…" Her voice trails off, a wistful look clouding her eyes
Kurama casts a concerned glance our way before suggesting, "Why don't we head back to my place? I'm sure a cup of tea would be a welcome respite after today's events."
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To be continued...
My notes:
Hello all! This chapter is 10 pages long on 12 font. :3 Anywho, it's been quite the insane year for me! I've had a lot of unfortunate personal realizations in my life, but thankfully have made a few new friends who have been rather supportive of my struggles.
I hope to update the next chapter soon and want to age our Aisha up! I feel most of my readers are around the same age as myself, and it's been odd to me putting a child through all these awful things (I feel so guilty! T-T).
Happy Sri Lankan New Year! Be sure to take care.
Rock Out & Peace On!
~PiNkBuN17