Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction / Ah My Goddess Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Perfect Soul A Perfect Mind A Perfect Life ❯ Chapter 1

A Perfect Soul...A Perfect Mind...A Perfect...Life...

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Disclaimer: I do not in ANY WAY POSSIBE own Yu Yu Hakusho or Ah! My Godess...*sigh* I wish I did though *tear*

Chapter 1

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The morning was dull, gray, and dingy. A bright light shown in a bedroom and music softly tiptoed from it. The window was open, letting the cool crisp flow through the window followed by the loud "shhhhhh..." of the rain.

Kurama was tired and in a gloomy mood. He tried to hide it from his mother, but she caught on that her son wasn't...right.

"Suichi? Suichi, honey, are you alright?" A soft voice echoed through the door. Kurama ran his slender fingers through his rose red hair and sighed. "I'm fine, mother. Just a little tired."

His mother stiffened. This was weird behavior coming from her son. He was normally helping with breakfast, getting ready for school, and then studying. However, this morning was different from the others. Today, when his alarm clock went off, he crawled out of bed and didn't come downstairs. She pressed her ear to the door and heard the soft classical music coming from his room.

"Suichi, are you ill? Should I call a doctor?" She heard her son get up from his chair and walk to the door. Kurama opened the door slowly. He stood in the doorway in red plaid pajama pants and no shirt, his hair still messy and uncombed. Kurama knew he hadn't slept properly for days and he felt the effects of it.

Shiori placed her hand on her son's cheek and frowned. She knew something was wrong with her son and she knew she had to do something about it. Shiori sternly walked to her bedroom and picked up the telephone. Kurama dragged his feet across the hallway to his mother's room; he slumped against the doorway starring at Shiori with blurry eyes.

"Mother, who are you calling?" He muttered, wondering how he thought up those words. "I'm calling... SUICHI!!!" Shiori screamed as Kurama's body fell limp to the floor. She ran to her son and wrapped a finger around his wrist, feeling if there was a pulse. Shiori felt it and sighed a sigh of relief; it felt as if a huge load was pushed off her shoulders.

She flipped Kurama and stared at the rise and fall of his chest. Shiori picked her son up and carried him to his room, tucked him in, planted a kiss on his forehead, turned out the lights, waved goodnight, and slowly shut the door.

Eighteen hours passed and Shiori looked at the digital green read-out of the clock. 5:00am flashed. She looked out the window and saw there wasn't a single rain cloud. The night sky was clear and the moon shone brightly on their house. Her eyes veered to the steps where she saw Kurama slowly walking down them; the creek of the stairs echoing off the walls. "Good morning mother. How are you feel..." He glanced at the digital clock on the end table beside the black leather sofa. "It's 5 in the morning? How long have I been asleep?" Kurama spoke in his soothing voice.

"Eighteen hours, I think. I lost count after 11:30am." Shiori spoke, smiling brightly.

"It's ok. It really doesn't matter. Have you been to sleep, mother?" Kurama sat on the sofa and slouched down. "No, I haven't. I've been so worried about you that I haven't had time to sleep." He stood up, walked to her, and hugged her. "Please go to sleep mother, I do not want you pass out like I did. I'm sorry I worried you, but I'm fine now. I promise."

Shiori broke out of her son's embrace and walked toward the stairs. "Alright Suichi, I'll go sleep for you. Will you be okay for..." Kurama interrupted quickly. "Mother, no worried. I'll make myself breakfast, take my shower, and get ready for school in one piece." She nodded and went upstairs to her room.

Kurama sighed and laid on the leather sofa, the material cool against his bare chest and face. A long fair skinned arm extended to the end table with the digital clock to the remote. He turned on the television and an advertisement about an anti-aging cream. He flipped the channels to find something more interesting but found nothing. Kurama sat up and looked under the end table to the place where his sketchbook laid.

He flipped to a blank page and looked in the drawer for his sketching pencils. "Aha, found you." Kurama placed the pencils on the leather sofa and picked out his regular drawing pencil.

Kurama placed the pencil on the paper and started drawing the shape of a face with no features. He picked up a black pencil and sketched the person's long raven hair. His long slender fingers ran over the finished sketch and a sigh escaped his mouth. "She's in my dreams...why is she in my dreams? who is she? And what does she want?" Kurama softly spoke. He glanced at the clock, it flashed 6:15am.

Taking one last look at the face, he closed the sketchbook, put it away, and placed the pencils on top of it. He stood up and walked to the kitchen finding a banana and walking upstairs to his room.

He opened the door and opened the closet door staring at his clothes. A black suit caught his eye and he pulled out, closing the closet while setting his school uniform on his bed. Kurama ventured to his tall dresser and opened one of his drawers. Dark red vest and white button down shirt all went to the black suit. He pulled them out and sat them on his bed next to his suit. His blue towel was neatly folded on his dirty clothes hamper, waiting for him.

Kurama walked to the bathroom and turned on the light. He took off his pajama pants and slid opened the shower door, stepped inside, and turned it on. The showerhead spurted hot water on him his flinched. "This was a nice wake up caller..." He reached up and turned the dial so the water would be warm. His washcloth was on the shower sliding door so he grabbed it and the shower gel too. He squirted some of the gel on his washcloth and rubbed it over his body. When he was finished with washing his body, he put the wash cloth back on the shower door and grabbed his shampoo. Kurama popped the bottle open, squirted some on top of his hair, and began to lather his rose red hair.

Twenty minuets passed and Kurama finally stepped out the shower, pajama pants in hand and water droplets dripping from his long wet hair. He ventured to his room and shut the window, not wanting to come down with a cold. He undid the towel from his waist, let it fall to the floor, and looked in his undergarment draw for some boxers. Kurama found some crimson and put them on, closing the draw after he fully pulled them up. Kurama wrapped his red hair in his dry towel. He pulled his school uniform pants off the hanger and put them on, followed by his white button down shirt and red vest. The towel slid off his half-wet, half dry hair onto the floor. Kurama combed his hair into its usual hairstyle, like a fox tail and put on the black blazer. When he was finally finished, she crept into his mother's room and kissed her on her forehead and mouthed "I love you".

He ran down the stairs and found his black shoes for school and his black leather school bag. Kurama reached for his keys in his school bag and opened the front door. The air was cool and crisp and sun hadn't come up yet. He shut the front door, locked it, and left.