InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Fear The Scorned ❯ Troublesome ( Chapter 7 )

Woooooooo new chapter! …

 

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Okay so its not on Friday…and its like, 2 weeks over due or something…but its one of the fastest updates I've ever done! That has to count for something right???

 

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Oh you guys suck…

 

 

 

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It had been 4 days, 16 hours, 23 minutes and 57 seconds, 58 seconds, 59 seconds, --Okay, it had been 4 days, 16 hours, and 24 minutes since the boys had heard even a peep from Kagome. Well, technically 6 days. But the boys didn't count the weekend. They figured she wouldn't want to talk to them before she had to. But she was now DELIBERATELY skipping school to avoid talking to them. And it worried Kuwabara. He remembered from their incredibly short time together as children (too short if you ask him), that if Kagome didn't want to be found she wouldn't. He learned that many times during their games of `Hide-and-go-make-sure-Kazuma-never-finds-me'.

 

 

 

She always did kick ass at that game...

 

 

 

But that shouldn't be on his mind now. What should be on his mind was that damn pink miko energy that she somehow mysteriously managed to gain control over. Or, as Kurama saw it, lack there of. He glanced up at the empty seat in front of him and noticed the looks his friends were giving it. So they were all thinking about her? For some reason he didn't like the thought of that. And maybe it was just stupid family possessiveness. Or he knew his friends. Kurama glanced back at the chair behind him and…was met with the glaring eyes of Kuwabara. What the fuck?

 

 

 

“Mesopotamia was known as the land between two rivers, the Tigris to the north and the Euphrates to the south. Rains were seasonal in this area, which meant that the land flooded in the winter and spring and water was scarce at other times. Farming in the region depended on irrigation from the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. In ancient times, many resources in Mesopotamia were scarce or absent, which stimulated trade with—” When the endless droning of the teacher was silenced suddenly! And all the students -who weren't unconscious from boredom-, shed tears of happiness. Their teacher was so boring… Jumping up from their chairs, the students began to sprint out of the room! Not exaggerating. The old teacher had a heart attack and…died. After being trampled down into a pancake by the stampede of students exiting the room. Poor teacher…not. Amidst the hoard of students, the three friends made their way through the crowd, dodging Kurama's fan girls like pros. But none of them were hungry. No, they were all still thinking about Kagome. And the miko powers.

 

 

 

“We should go see her.” Surprised they could hear their friend through the loud mass, they turned to Yusuke who, without looking back, continued. “I mean, she DOES need her homework.” Shock. Just plain shock. Mostly at the fact that they hadn't thought of it before. It WAS a liable reason to go over there. Because they didn't want to be rude at all. (Insert blank look here)

 

 

 

“That…” Kurama smiled mischievously, “Is completely correct Yusuke.” Despite giving the other two a bright smile, Kuwabara was hesitating. He really angered/hurt her…he didn't know at this point if it was both or only one. Making their way to the school office (because we all know Yusuke knows the route perfectly); they stopped at the secretary that took care of it all. Said secretary was currently typing a suicide note on the desktop, regretting ever getting into the educational system when they walked up.

 

 

 

“May I help you?” her voice was old, scratchy, and made Kuwabara throw up in his mouth a little. Nasty. Choking back the bile that came with the smell of old hag, Kuwabara placed a monkey-ish grin on his lips.

 

 

 

“We're here to pick up the homework for my cousin, Kagome Higurashi? She's been absent for a few—”

 

 

 

“Her twin already came and picked it up.”

 

 

 

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Give them a second; it's a very difficult thing for them to process. The boys stared at her as if she was insane. And truly, they thought she was.

 

 

 

“I beg your pardon?” Wow Kurama that was high pitched. The smelly, old, and suicidal woman sighed loudly, her stinky breath killing them all! Not really. They died a little on the inside though.

 

 

 

“Her twin came and got it. You know? Frogome from the states!” Was this woman mentally retarded? Apparently. Cuz she REALLY believed Frogome existed…Twitching from the amount of suicidal old smelly retardedness that was in front of them, the boys let small smiles light up their lips in a `omg-you're-insane-please-don't-kill-us-we're-smiling-like-we-believe-you' sort of way. And she really seemed to by it.

 

 

 

“Oh of course, F-Frogome. I could I possibly forget she was flying in this week? We'll just be getting to lunch now.” With hysterical laughter threatening to rip from Kuwabara's and Yusuke's lips, the boys walked out into the hallway. And they broke. Falling to their knees, the two friends laughed and laughed and cried and laughed. It was just too funny! And Kurama was disgusted.

 

 

 

“Really? Seriously?” the reaction from their friend only made them laugh louder, curling into little balls of hysterical…stuff. Finally, after minutes of disbelief and laughter, the three managed to pull themselves together and walked out of the school- not even bothering with the rest of the insane/boring mental prison known as high school.

 

 

 

“Shall we visit her tonight?” none had to glance at one another to know the answer was yes.

 

 

 

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Kagome was having a spectacular day! No really, she was. Honestly. First off, she was barricaded in her apartment because she was…opposed to seeing the boys…she was not afraid damnit! Just…opposed. Secondly, she didn't understand the homework she had collected from school. At all. It was like the demonic paper was written in some foreign language! …and it wasn't until hours later that she realized that it WAS in a foreign language: English. She royally hated herself for that. Thirdly, she was frustrated with the educational system for hiring someone so incompetent that they believe she actually had a twin sister named Frogome. Really…I mean one would at least HOPE the schools would have bear-minimum standards. And of course finally: she was bored. Which as we all know, is a very, very bad thing for her. Huffing loudly, she rolled over onto her back on the couch. Then two things happened.

 

 

 

One, she felt a very very strong demonic aura flare outside on her balcony.

 

 

 

Two, because she felt the aura as she was rolling onto her back, she freaked and rolled the wrong way and hit the floor. Hard.

 

 

 

“Holy Mary Mother of FUCK!!!” both hands flew to her head as pain shot down her spine. Great, now she could add head trauma to her list of her superb day! Growling loudly, she began to claw her way to her feet, stumbling toward the French doors that opened to her small balcony. And nearly stumbled. Firefly was here! She actually totally forgot about him after the incident. And that made her sad. What if he was still hurt? She stared out the clear glass and into the red eyes of the male. Such pretty eyes too… He growled loudly at her, the subsonic noise sending a delightful shiver down her spine. Opening the doors, she turned, walking into the kitchen, shocking the poor hybrid. She's just going to LET him in?? Does she even know how moronic that is??? Following her into the kitchen, he watched as she pulled out two mugs.

 

 

 

“Onna, do you realize I could've killed you a hundred times over by now?” Gosh, why are boys so conceded? And why does everyone think she's that stupid? Clucking her tongue at him, she went about making hot tea the lazy American way -i.e. using the microwave- before turning to him. He was standing ram-rod straight, his arms crossed and looking positively uncomfortable. She could never stand like that willingly…or ever probably. She smiled warmly startling him -again-. Damnit, would she stop doing that?!

 

 

 

“I know my lil firefly; I DID present you my back after all.” He was stumped. She WILLINGLY showed her back to a guy she KNEW was a demon? At his shocked look she giggled. “Seriously, why is everyone so shocked that I actually know what I'm doing? I'm allowed to have knowledge too ya know?” A long beep followed her explanation and she turned, ignoring the male to tend to the tea. But to his surprise, she handed him a mug, smiling again. What is it with her and smiling? “Sugars on the counter. Take as much as you need or want to whatever.” And he took her up on her offer. He took the sugar. All of it. And she giggled. Firefly was so cute. Settling back on the couch she was just lounging on, she noted with some satisfaction that he joined her on the couch…and didn't just up and leave with her second favorite mug. They sat in a semi-comfortable silence, sipping their tea lazily. Neither had anything better to do with their lives.

 

 

 

Which was kinda sad…

 

 

 

Okay, a LOT sad.

 

 

 

She noticed him favoring his left half and nearly slapped herself for her own stupidity. She never treated him! Setting down her mug (putting it on a damn coaster! I hate people that don't!), she wandered into the back bathroom, collecting the first aid things the tossed angrily in there almost a week ago. Except this time she only brought out one box. Cuz she highly doubted he needed all three. If he did, he'd be in the emergency room. Not here. Duh. Walking back in, she was surprised to see him in a relaxed pose. She knew that he wasn't really relaxed; his tense form told her that much. But she was touched by the gesture, even if he didn't know he was doing it. Plopping back down next to him -albeit much closer than before- making him tense further.

 

 

 

“May I?” He hesitated a moment before nodding, allowing her to remove his cape. Why did she even care? He heard her gasp lightly before he felt her fingers glide over his torn skin and he held back a winced. He hadn't healed much yet. Damn fucking poison. “Wow…you're even worse then Kurama was.” For some reason he felt proud when she said that…odd. It was silent for a while, she wrapping his wounded arms and he watching her. She was such an odd ningen. And then... “I'm sorry.”

 

 

 

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What?

 

 

 

It was merely a whisper but his sharp hearing heard it. He looked down at her with a look akin to confusion and awe. A look he never gave anyone. Ever. Just to be clear. She didn't look up, her expression schooled as she bandaged him. “Things got a little…hectic the other night and I didn't check to see if you were alright.” Without a word of warning, she slipped into his lap, her long creamy legs hidden by her grey sweat pants straddling his waist. While the position was far from innocent, the intentions were. Like she would ever have sex with a male she just met. Get real. Instead, she grabbed the healing balm she knew worked and spread it across his abs, being mindful of the almost `X' like gash across it. What the fuck had happened to him? Hiei chose to not answer her, instead studying her closely. What kind of onna, a miko onna -a race that had died out before he was born- willingly allows a forbidden demon into her dwelling, knowing he could and probably would kill her at any point in time?

 

 

 

It made no fucking sense whatsoever.

 

 

 

“Why haven't you killed us?” her hands stilled. Her eyes barely met his for a moment before going back to her ministrations. Before she could help it, a giggle escaped her lips.

 

 

 

“I guess it's a little strange huh? A miko helping demons, especially a forbidden.” The word felt like acid on her lips. And he was surprised at her. She KNEW and yet she was helping him? WILLINGLY? She paused in her explanation, reaching for the gauze. Of course, this pressed her unconsciously closer to him. But neither either commented or cared. “Humans are…disgusting. Point blank. Discrimination and ignorance is present in demons yes, but humans, HUMANS, they take it to a whole other level because of well…nothing. They fear everything for absolutely no reason. No proof. It's illogical and simply d-i-s-g-u-s-t-i-n-g!” he seemed completely shocked by her answer. As well anyone should be. Who knew Kagome knew so many big words?! Guess hanging out in the feudal era where intelligence meant strength really did help…

 

 

 

“Hn.” Hn? What the fuck did `Hn' mean? Was that even a word? Was it like `Feh'? Was `Feh' even a word? Damn men and their monosyllabic answers! It was quiet as she reached around him, wrapping the gauze around his torso. Neither flinched when knocking started echoing in the apartment.

 

 

 

“Its open ya fuckers.” She said it just loud enough that the three on the other side could hear and be insulted. Yes, she knew who had come a'knockin. But that didn't mean she had to like it! The door opened with a creek -she really needed some fucking WD 40 on that thing- and multiple gasps echoed in the room. `Cause it would be just awful if only one did it. Her eyes met Hiei's and it was like a timer started.

 

 

 

`3'

 

 

 

`2'

 

 

 

`1'

 

 

 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Honestly, they didn't know why they bothered.

 

 

 

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Me: Muhaha END! I love putting that.

 

Soku: may I call you duche?

 

Me: no you may not. ^-^ but omg owww! I cut my finger helping my sis move yesterday and its on my main typing finger! DO YOU KNOW HOW AWKWARD THAT IS?!?

 

Soku: I couldn't bring myself to care if I tried…

 

Me: bitch…oh! And my birthday was Monday! YAY! Happy belated birthday to meeeee~!

 

Soku: and…?

 

Me: well…it was one of the main factors of my non-update-ion! See, mine was on Monday, so all my parties were from Friday to Tuesday. Some people aren't allowed to interact with each other… THEN! Faith's was this past Friday, so there was that party. Jen's was yesterday, Leah's is today, Kenny's is tomorrow (still gotta shop for him), Zach's is Tuesday, and Katie's is on Thursday!

 

Soku: O.O JEBUS CHILD!!! You need friends whose birthdays are spread further apart! And…why update today? You said it was this “Leah's” birthday and the Superbowl.

 

Me: I'm not going to her party and I hate football.

 

Soku: YOU BITCH!!!

 

Me: meh, whatevs. R&R peeps!