Crossover Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Love's True Light ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Kagome awoke to her mother’s shaking, it seems the yelling couldn’t rouse her. She groaned and lifted herself from the bed, stretching taught muscles and popping kinks in her back.

The digital clock on her night stand read 8:45 am. ‘Too damn early’ she thought and rested her head on the pillow once again.

“Wind?” she mumbled into her pillow. ‘Why is it so cold?’ she thought half dazed. ‘Wait if it’s cold then…’ Kagome jumped with a start, searching her room for her covers. She found the crumpled on the ground and the door to her room open.

Kagome squeaked, threw herself out of bed covering her chest and slammed the door shut. She then made her way to her dresser pulling out a large T-shirt, bra and jean shorts. Once all articles of clothing were on she exited her room.

“Kagome come here please.” Her mother called from the kitchen as Kagome reached the top of the stairs.

She sleepily made her way downstairs and found her mother in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Ah! Kagome, yesterday Shiori asked me if you could cook. I told her you could so she asked if you would make tonight’s dinner and dessert.” Her mother spoke calmly while stirring a pot of Irish Oatmeal. (That stuff is really good, its very creamy, much better than regular oatmeal. I’m telling you go and try it. You can find it in Publix.)

“Is this supposed to be some sort of test?” Kagome asked suspiciously.

“No dear we both feel it’s appropriate for you to cook.”

“It’s a test.” Kagome sighed.

“No…” she said with an all too fake tone.

“So you were boasting then.” Kagome accused.

“No…” she said again with a fake tone that was all too cheery. ‘Damn she caught me!’ Kun-Loon thought. “No, you just cook so much better than I do. Why don’t you make one of your stews or a nice roast?”

Kagome sighed finding no way out of this. She might as well just cook and get it over with.

“Okay fine! But if you put any ideas into his head then…” The threat was left open when she noticed her mother was ignoring her, opting to stir the oatmeal once again humming a lovely little tune.

Kagome sighed again and grabbed a bowl nearest her, took the spoon from her mother’s hands and ladled a generous amount of creamy oatmeal into her bowl. She then turned to the cupboards to search for the cinnamon-sugar to sprinkle over her breakfast. She pushed around the jars, tubs and funny shaped containers filled with spices and other things.

Kagome screamed as her fingertips touched something hard and slimy, startling her mother. Oatmeal splattered everywhere, on the cabinets, the women in the room, floor and walls, as the spoon that had been in Kun-Loons hands became air-born.

Jii-chan came rushing in, nearly pushing a frightened Kagome out of his way as he reached for the cabinet before her. Souta rushed in as well, looking around as if for an attacker before he settled to watch his grandfather with his mother and sister.

Jii-chan stuffed his hand into the cabinet and violently pushed jars aside. Some rocketed across the room smashing on the floor scattering shards of glass everywhere. Kun-Loon and her children ran to catch the flying spices and other jars from shattering on the floor.

Jii-chan bellowed in triumph and recoiled his hand from the cabinet sending more jars flying and smashing to the floor. In his hands he held a slimy ball of green goop. The thing slid between his fingers nearly touching the ground but never broke from the original mass in his hands.

The rest of the family cringed at the sight. Kun-loon was appalled at what had been in her spice rack.

“Jii-chan,” She started in a shaky voice. “How long has that been in my spice cabinet?”

The question was out in the air and the rest of the family was afraid of the answer they might receive. Kagome had already met her mother’s eyes and both agreed to trash the whole rack if it had been there for more than 30 minutes.

“Oh… a few months. I forgot I left it here. It needed a place to grow that was dark.”

The family fell to the floor, preying to Kami - Thanking him for being alive today.

“Um… Jii-chan what exactly is that?” Souta asked, again all were hesitant on the answer.

“I don’t know?!?- But I do know it is ancient and full of history…”

“Not half as full as you!” Kagome said while pushing her senile old grandfather out of the Kitchen through the back door. She locked the door quickly and began the mission of disinfecting the entire house, starting with the kitchen.

They could hear Jii-Chan banging on the door as they worked. Once the oatmeal had been thrown away and the kitchen had been cleaned using every chemical they had in the house; all spices in that cabinet were thrown away in a bio-hazardous bag that Kun-loon somehow kept on hand for cases just like this, Kun-loon sent her children to search their rooms for any other ‘Jii-chan like things.’

When the rooms were cleared, including her own master bedroom, all three went downstairs towards Jii-chan’s room, all hesitant on opening the door. As Kun-loon made her way in, inspecting the area before she allowed her children inside, Kagome pulled Souta aside and handed him a long list.

“Souta I need you to go to the store and pick up all of that for me. I need it to cook and to restock the spices that were in that cabinet.”

The said cabinet came to the young boy’s mind, it was sealed shut and pieces of police and quarantine bio-hazardous tape were stuck all over the front.

“Sure Kagome!” He said as he took the money and list from her, tearing out the door as fast as he could leaving the two females to search and clean up all of Jii-chan’s ‘ancient artifacts.’

***

It took Kagome and Kun-loon 2 hours of searching, cleaning and disinfecting for them to quit entirely on Jii-chan’s room. They both showered quickly but scrubbed their skin till it was red.

When Souta had returned from the groceries with everything on the list, he too had been thrown in the shower by gloved-handed Kagome and Kun-loon.

The time had been ticking away till the moment the two fiancé’s would meet and Kun-loon was starting to get nervous. Kagome still had to have her hair and nails done, then she needed to dress and do her make-up. All that would take at the least 3 hours. Then she needed to cook as well.

“Kagome you need to start whatever it is your cooking now so you could go and do all your necessary things!” Kun-loon nearly shouted, out of breath and pushed her daughter into the now clean kitchen…hopefully!

Kagome groaned at the thought of her hair being pulled and her nails scrapped and painted. Torture in all forms possible. She grabbed her head with her hands and placed a face that nearly no one could resist. It was too bad Kun-loon was too determined for Kagome to be perfect to fall for that old trick.

“Now Kagome! I don’t want you looking like a slob or any ordinary girl. You need to look like a princess, no a goddess!” Kun-loon then went on rambling about beautiful things that could only come from a fairy tale. Kagome left her alone to monologue in a near run, trying to escape the fairytale bogus and sparkles that were sure to fly her way. She didn’t want to be Cinderella, she just wanted to be plain old Kagome in a normal life.

Kagome started cutting the vegetables for her stew. Because she didn’t know if they ate meat or not Kagome was going go on the safe side, a nice Vegetable stew with rice and a mouth watering apple pie. It was a good thing that she made Souta buy ice-cream earlier today. Pie and Ice cream always go together nicely, and whipped cream…(did anybody think of any other ideas for the whipped cream, I know I did! Now where did Kurama go???)

When the stews components were all added Kagome placed the lid on the pot and let it simmer away. She then ran to her car and got in , not bothering with another shower, she’ll do it later.

It was a good 15 minute drive to the nearest hair and nail salon. She parked her car, turned off the engine, pulled herself unwillingly out of the car, locked the door and dragged herself towards the salon. During the minute walk to the door she made a prayer to Kami or any other god that would hear her and grant her a moments peace while in the hectic place, or at least walk out with all the hair on her head and every body part still intact. These people inside knew her mother personally so naturally they knew everything about her and her upcoming meeting to her mysterious fiancé. The only thing they didn’t know about her was her life beyond the old dry well that led her 500 years into the past.

The moment the chime to the door sounded, she was grabbed and placed into a chair, her head dunked into a bath of warm water. Hands massaged her head lathering shampoo into her long raven tresses. Nails scratched and combed through her scalp and hair as they rinsed the soap out and replaced it with conditioner.

The conditioner was rinsed from her head and a towel soon took its place, wrapping and pulling strands of hair till it was semi-dry. She was then moved to a chair were they proceeded to chatter on the topic of her fiancé as they raked a comb trough her hair. Strands were pulled and Kagome winced as the teeth snagged on a knot. The lady combing her hair relentlessly pulled and jerked the comb till it was free to continue its course down her back.

A pair of scissors replaced the wide toothed comb and a much smaller comb appeared in the other hand. Before they could start hacking away at her hair Kagome placed in her own two cents.

“How are you cutting it?” Kagome asked as she shielded her head and precious hair from the maniacal woman’s sharp scissors and old fashioned ways.

“Don’t worry dear your mother told us the perfect way to style your hair so hush up and allow me to make you beautiful!” The blonde woman replied with an insane hair style of large curls made by the largest curlers in the world.

“No! I want only a little trimmed off the bottom say an inch or two and I wish to have it cut in layers since my hair is naturally wavy not straight. I don’t want my mother’s hair cut I want my own style so do that for me please.” Kagome demanded/begged, knowing full well the ideas her mother had placed into this already crazy woman.

“Alright dearie but your mother’s idea was wonderful, fit for a princess.”

Kagome thanked Kami and every god above that at least she had a say in her hairstyle. She watched in the mirror as the woman cut away locks of her hair then began to blow dry it, after Kagome told her to make it look wavy not straight. She knew that even with the layers and the modern clothing Kagome would still turn out looking like Kikyo if her hair had been straightened.

They then lead her to one of the nail stations to fix her horrible nails. The manicure started with a full cleaning of the cuticles and underneath the nails to remove dirt and what-not that had accumulated there. They were then given a nice French cut painting with cream color for the base and the tip a startling white.

The lady then turned towards Kagome’s feet to do the pedicure. “To wear sandals and open-toed heels a girl must have pretty toes!” The woman said with a smile and continued to clean and polish the toenails. They too were given the same French cut style painting that were on her hands.

The woman chatted away as Kagome waited for everything to dry, only commenting when necessary. The whole talk about this mysterious fiancé was giving her a headache. ‘When will the day be over!?!’ Kagome thought as more people came to join the conversation.

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Today was the day were two worlds were about to collide. Kurama had just stepped out of Koenma’s office once again, only it was not a meeting to discuss a mission that he was there. He had left on his own accord to find the prince of Spirit World to announce that he would be unavailable for the entire day.

Koenma had taken it in shock and then proceeded to beg Kurama not to leave the Spirit Team alone to fend off the demons that were breaking through the barrier at an alarming rate.

“I’m sorry but I must withdraw my services for at least today. I have very important plans with my mother this evening and It will take some time to prepare myself accordingly. So I kindly ask that you do not call me unless it is of the utmost importance. I cannot allow my self the luxury of missing this ‘event’.” Kurama said courteously to his boss.

Boton stood not too far from the spirit ruler looking at Kurama with a questioning glance.

“What could be so important that you would have to leave Yusuke and the others to fend for themselves!?!?” Koenma nearly screamed. He was pulling on his hair. One less team member, and the second strongest too! (I know that Yusuke is the strongest in the anime at least that is how it looks so I am going to keep it that way, at least for now. Kurama is second then Hiei and finally Kuwabara! But Kurama definitely has the smarts!)

“That is my own business that I do not wish to share at this moment, I can tell you that I will be at Sunset Shrine for the duration of the time, from about 7:00pm on. So I kindly ask that Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Boton and yourself to stay away from the shrine. I don’t want trouble to follow me there. I will not endanger my mother or the family living at the shrine.” Kurama spoke with a hidden threat beneath his words.

“But we need you!!! Kurama please reconsider!” Koenma begged.

It was not working and Koenma knew it. So he pulled out his trump card. He steeled himself for the onslaught of violence that may occur from using such force but he needed him open for the day. Especially with the barrier so fragile as it is.

“Kurama you are still under probation, do you wish to serve time in one of my jails, I need you open please do not make me do this!” Koenma spoke with finality. He was not going to waver on the subject.

Kurama narrowed his eyes slightly, he could hear Boton gasp from the far side of the room. Koenma was stooping really low. He understood the pressures that the ruler was under but he was not able to do anything tonight. They couldn’t know, his mother, the woman and her family, they all could not know of the dangers that face them.

“Koenma-sama I will not be totally out of reach, the communicator will be on me but I will not answer to ludicrous demands and missions that can be capably handled by the other members of this team. Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei are not defenseless, they can handle a day without my help.” Kurama smoothly eased his way out of a jail cell and into calmer waters. This was the cunning power of a fox at his age.

With a few more exchanged words Koenma finally gave up and ‘allowed’ Kurama his ‘free’ day so long as he kept his communicator on him and answered it at all times.

That was all a few minutes ago, now Kurama was slowly crawling back into bed for a nice nap before he had to get up and ready himself for the meeting.

***

Time flew by too fast and Kurama was forced awake by an overly excited mother. The pregnancy did not hinder her at all.

“Get up Suuichi! We need to do some errands before we leave. Get up!!” She shoved him a couple of times.

With her next shove Kurama grabbed his mothers wrist and pulled her into bed with him he then proceeded to tickle her. The woman squirmed and laughed. It seemed the tables had turned on her, it was only a few years ago that she was doing this to her young son, now here she was helpless against the man her son turned out to be.

The laughing died and Kurama got out of bed then helped his mother out as well.

“Oh dear I haven’t laughed so hard in years! Whoa…” Shiori sat back down on Kurama’s bed trying to catch her breath. More oxygen may relieve the cramping in her sides.

Kurama just smiled as he watched his mother take in deep breaths while she rubbed her slowly growing abdomen.

“So what is John and Suuichi going to do today? Are they going to come with us or do something else with there night?” He asked.

“No no, they’re going out to eat and spend some quality time with one another. Kun-loon told me their house was not big enough for so many people.” Shiori’s voice came out nearly breathless.

Kurama could tell that was a complete lie. They both set it up so there could be little distractions as possible and Kurama knew that as well. These two women were scheming something but he let the issue slide away.

When Shiori had finally caught her breath she left her son’s room so he could change into some comfortable clothing for these errands they needed to run.

Kurama closed the door to his room for privacy then made his way to his dresser. He pulled open the second to last drawer and grabbed a plain black t-shirt, he then walked into his closet, there he sorted through a long row of pants till he found the pair of jeans he wanted. They were heavily destroyed (meaning purposely cut holes in the fabric), dark blue with deep pockets and baggy. Both articles of clothing went on his frame before he went searching for the missing belt that would hold his pants up on his hips where they belonged.

He found it hanging out with his shoes on the other side of his large closet. How it ended up there in his perfectly organized world was anyone’s guess, but he had a suspicion that pointed directly at his step brother Suuichi. Now that the leather, metal stud belt was looped through his jeans, Kurama made his way out of his closet, out his door and to the Kitchen where he found his mother and the rest of the family eating a light lunch.

“Suuichi dear please do something with your hair it looks like you just got out of bed.” Shiori said as she crossed the kitchen from her seat at the breakfast table to comb out his hair with her fingers. He didn’t protest seeing as how she loved to fawn over him but he did glance to John and his brother for some help before the woman started to fix everything on his person…too late.

He got no support from them, they just watched, munching on their sandwiches with dumb smiles on their faces.

Shiori began tucking in his long shirt after she had finished with his hair. When she was satisfied with the appearance of her son she stepped back and glanced over him once more. She clicked her tongue a few times and if thinking to add something else. It was here that he was saved from his mother by John.

“Honey why don’t you come here and leave the boy alone he looks fine the way he is.” John said nearly choking on his words as he tried not to laugh.

Shiori just sighed and gave in. She walked back to her original place at the table and ate her food in silence.

Kurama made a small thank you to his step father and walked towards the refrigerator while running a hand through his hair. He opened the door to the fridge and shifted through the food and drinks inside. He pushed tubs of left over spaghetti, Miso soup, carton of eggs, half drunk gallon of milk and orange juice a 2-litter bottle of root beer and cola before closing it once more. Nothing interested him so he moved on to the freezer.

Again nothing struck him as his meal. He only found an empty box of Eggo waffles which he placed on the counter to throw away, some frozen meats, chicken nuggets, lean cuisine dinners, and easy one step stir fry.

He decided on something simple, he walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled down the toaster and a bag of sliced bread. He popped in two slices and allowed them a small amount of time before taking them out and placing them on a medium sized plate, no burnt toast on his watch. He then grabbed the butter and strawberry seedless jam from the fridge. He used little butter only enough to give it a hint of taste then poured on a generous amount of jam, his favorite. (and mine too!) Kurama then cleaned up his mess and poured himself a cup of coffee that sat in the brewer. It was still warm so he decided it was safe to drink. He added cream and sugar then set himself a place at the table with the rest of the family.

John looked at Kurama’s food with a raised brow.

“Couldn’t find anything in the fridge?” he asked as he turned his gaze from the food to Kurama.

“Nope, nothing appealed to me, we have too much junk food.” he responded after a bite from his toast.

“No we don’t!” Suuichi responded as if to defend the poor defenseless food from Kurama’s harsh words.

“We do. There’s too much sugar in all of that stuff; Eggos, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Root Beer, Cola… It all has too much starch, caffeine and sugar. Especially with the lack of exercise it will kill us all one day.” Kurama responded once again taking a few more bites of his food then a sip of his coffee which cooled a little too fast for his tastes.

It seemed he must have made a face or something because Shiori immediately took the coffee from his hands and placed it in the microwave. Suuichi and John raised their eyebrows and looked and one another in confusion before they turned to Kurama. Kurama didn’t answer he just thanked his mother when she handed him his cup once again this time it was hot when he took a sip.

As he finished his food the others settled back into their normal routines, Shiori would work away at her word puzzles, John would flip through the newspaper reading certain sections and articles that caught his fancy and Suuichi would pull out his video games and battle monsters or whatever the object of the game was. Kurama on the other hand would watch his family, glad that he was not dead by some demons hands, or Karasu’s for that matter. He was glad he survived the Dark Tournament and the attack from Sensui.

But now was a different matter entirely. The barrier surrounding Demon world was slowly deteriorating. Demons were coming through in hoards around the world. Other nations had to create their own Spirit Detectives of sorts to fend off these attacks and keep the Ningenkai safe at all costs. That why it was so hard for Kurama to get this one day off. He hopped that everything ran smoothly, it was his last year in high school and he couldn’t afford too many absences due to this cause.

Kurama excused himself and placed his dirty dishes in the sink and began to clean them. He placed them on the rack to dry, wiped his hands clean on a towel then grabbed the forgotten box of Eggos and threw that in the trash. His mother noticed he was ready to leave and got up as well, all they needed now were their shoes.

Shiori went to wash her own dishes when Kurama stopped her by taking the dirty dishes from her hands. She tried to regain them from his grasp but try as she might he was reluctant to give them to her so she went back to her puzzle and waited till he was done cleaning those dishes as well.

The two left together to grab their shoes and headed towards the car. Kurama grabbed the car keys from his mother and got into the drivers seat. He didn’t want to risk an accident, he knew how people drove here in Tokyo, it was just like Miami, Florida. Too many insane drivers not paying any attention. He had faster reflexes and could control the car better than his mother could, she was safe so long as he was at the wheel.

“So where are we heading?” Kurama asked now that they were seated in the car, seatbelts on and ready to go.

“The flower shop.. Well no, maybe I should do my hair first, the flowers can be the last thing on our list, we want them fresh!” She smiled at him.

Kurama nodded and put the car in drive. They lived in a mansion and as many such houses were accustomed to having they too had a circular drive way. He slowed down as the gates opened before the shiny black hood of the Lexus.

Once out of the gates he made his way toward his mother’s favorite salon, the drive would only take a few minutes but his mother seemed to fill every second with idle chatter.

She spoke on many topics but none seemed to be related with one another. He only smiled and nodded to show he was listening to her though he heard not a word she was saying.

Kurama steered the car into the parking lot of a large salon and found a close place to park, he then proceeded to turn off the car and work his way to his mothers side to open the door for her. She thanked him politely and made her way into the salon.

When Kurama got inside a man came up to him and led him to the back where they washed hair. It seemed that he too had an appointment. He saw his mother not to far away, she smiled and waved at him. The man directed him to a chair close to her and then washed his long hair.

It was done quickly, he was led to a booth next to his mother where he then told the stylist to only cut a little off the ends and nothing more. The lady just smiled, nearly tripping over herself as she listened to him speak. ‘Great another fan!’ he thought as she took a comb and scissor to his hair.

He sighed and wished this to be over. It was deflating his manly aura as the woman continued to work on his hair as if he were a woman himself. When she reached over to get the blow drier Kurama stopped her, telling her it was not necessary.

She just smiled and nodded, batting her eyelashes at him. He was disgusted with her display but did nothing about it, he just turned towards his mother and watched her as she had her hair dried into waves.

He followed her as she was transferred to a nail station were the woman working there continued to sneak glances up at him from underneath her short lashes. When his mother was done there his hair had already dried and he sat bored waiting for her to place back on her sandals.

Kurama decided that his mother was taking too long, stood up and walked to the cashier to pay for his mother and himself. He then gave the woman who did his hair, the woman who did his mothers hair and the nail stylist their tip before grabbing his mother and heading out the door. The place was starting to unnerve him. The women were staring at him for far too long.

His mother giggled but allowed her son to lead her to the car and open the passenger door for her. They made a few more stops along the way, once to the mall for her clothing and his own and then finally to the florist.

Shiori was surprised when Kurama inspected the flowers quickly sorting out the fresh from the dieing. The woman in charge of the store noticed his eye for plants and complimented him on it. Kurama only smiled and thanked her.

He quickly grabbed some white lilies, lavenders, and a single red rose that had yet to bloom and gave it to the lady to pay.

“Do you want me to arrange these for you dear?” she asked politely after she gave him the total. “It’s free of charge.”

“No thank you just wrap them for me.” Kurama responded as he swiped his credit card.

The woman looked a little upset but wrapped the flowers none the less. Kurama thanked her and walked out of the shop.

“Why did you pick those flowers Suuichi? And a rose that has not bloomed! Dear me what will she think.” Shiori mumbled in the end, panicking.

Kurama kissed his mother on the cheek and once again opened the passenger door for her.

“Don’t worry mother, I know what I’m doing.” Kurama said as he handed his mother the flowers.

“I sure hope you do!” She replied in a huff. One rose! How can you give a girl only one rose and it hasn’t even bloomed!

Kurama looked to the flowers in his mothers lap as he drove home. ‘One un-bloomed rose indeed.’

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AN: Omg I finally finished this chapter. I’m so tired I was typing till about 2 in the morning. I had one hell of a brain wave.

So Kagome and Kurama are going to meet in the next chapter. FINALLY!!!!

I hope you all really liked this chapter. Its 12 pages long!

Did you like the part with Jii-chan and his ‘ancient antiques.’ I loved it. You can’t help but toy around with the old man!

Well… review… you know.. The button right there on the left hand side. Just push it and write out all your feelings. I don’t mind reading them!

--Gothic Lust