InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Innovation of Light ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Innovation of Light


Warning: language

A/N: Wow, i was really surprised at all the feedback i received just for one chapter. But thank you for all the reviews and abusive encouragement. Being threatened with blunt objects is not something i receive everyday. :)


-Chapter two-

.:.Kagome's Prov.:.

"You're awful quiet, dear." My mothers soft voice filtered through my ears while i was washing the dishes. I was always quiet through dinner, i was never much of a talker, and my mother knew this.

"I'm always quiet during dinner, Mom. You know that." I answered, my scrubbing becoming more forced. I could feel her skeptical eyes on me and that made me mad. Had she always ignored me?

She hummed in thought, "Oh, I guess I've never noticed before. Nothing...exciting has happen?" Her voice was closer now, she was right beside me, hovering over my shoulder like i was hiding some big secret.

The dished clanked as i moved from one to the other, the warm water already starting to run cold again. "I've been inside all day reading, not much can happen." I knew i was being a bitch, but I've never been real close to my family--only my Dad--and all this 'closeness' was making me jumpy. My eyes strayed to the window in-front of me. It was twilight, the orange-ish pink sky slowly fading to a dark navy blue. I blinked. "Sorry," i muttered.

From the window reflection, i see her wave me off. "Ohh, no worries, dear. I know the move was hard on you." She patted my back while the other hand fiddled with her hair. "I'll be in the living-room, Hun, if you need anything."

I watched as she walked off, leaving me alone once more. I sighed as i rinsed the last dish, placing it in the dish rack. I dried my hands absently on the small rag by my right side and headed up to my room, i would come back down and dry them later.

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For the first time, i didn't get lost on my way. I could hear Souta's T.V blaring in his room as i passed his floor, my head shook with another sigh, it will be hell trying to get him to turn it down.

I closed the door behind me, my eyes closing momentarily with a deep breath, and i let it out and my eyes opened once more. They darted around the room, looking for any sign of Youko.

Nothing.

But that didn't necessarily mean he wasn't there, i knew the he was most likely here, in the shadows of this old room, waiting for the chance to scare the hell outta me. I walked to my book shelf and grabbed one randomly. I turned it over. The Silver Kiss, by Annette Curtis Klause. I had read it once already, but i don't think there's one book on my shelf that i hadn't read at least twice. I flopped down on my bed and opened it and began to read.

It didn't take long for Youko to make his presence known, i guess he didn't like the thought of me reading and just ignoring him completely. I almost closed my book, but decided against it, i wonder how long before he cracks and asks why I'm ignoring him.

H cleared his throat and i grinned discreetly, still saying nothing. I could feel his spirit getting restless, fidgety. I simply turned a page.

"Well?" Hmm, only 5 minutes. What a weenie.

"Well, what?" i asked, making my voice sound distracted.

Youko huffed, his tail bristling at being ignored. "Aren't you going to say 'hi' to me, or something?"

"Or something." Another page.

"My, you're a rude little girl. I cant believe i even waste my time talking to you."

I bet he thought he had me with the 'little girl' comment. I'm used to being call 'little', or 'child' so it doesn't faze me. "Well, you've only known me for a day, so not attachments there. I think i would live if you didn't talk to me anymore. I'm used to being alone, anyhow." Ha, take that.

Youko growled low in his throat. I'm the apparition! She should be begging me to tell her about the after life or something! And yet, here i am, begging for her attention. Pathetic.

I shifted my grip on the book, "Ohh, I'm just screwin with ya, Youko. How are you?" Might as well humor him, maybe he will let me shower alone now.

Youko nodded, a boyish grin on his handsome face. "There, that's more like it. I'm fine. What are you reading?" I could hear the eagerness in his voice and i almost chuckled. I closed the book with a wist-full sigh, momentary forgetting him. "Vampires..."

"Vampires?" He asked, distain coloring his voice. I looked behind me to see his eyebrows knitted.

I nodded my head, a grin on my lips. "Yes. God's i wish they were real. I would love to fall in love with a vampire." I closed my book with a snap and set it on my night stand. I rolled over to face him.

"Why?" his voice was laced with curiosity and a little jealousy.

I blinked, well, now that i think about it, i didn't really have a strait answer for him. "Well," I started, my hands toying with my hair, "I think its mainly because of all the vampire books i read. All the writers portray them as beautiful, mysterious, elegant creatures. And i love the idea of being immortal and having fangs. Though the drinking blood part doesn't appeal to me as much when i think about it."

He looked confused. "You know, your describing Youkai don't you? Many of us, depending on race, are beautiful, mysterious and elegant. And we have fangs." he said, flashing a smirk to me, his canines glittering in the moonlight.

"Immortal?"

"Well, we live very long, thousands of years even, but we do die. Eventually." He shrugged, "and some of us do drink blood."

I pouted, he just, very easily, ruined my fun. "Well," i sniffed diligently, "you suck." i buried my head in my pillow, what a very intelligent thing to say Kagome. Geez.

Youko roared with laughter at my remark, apparently it was pretty funny. "What?" he gasped as his laughter faded out, "Are you scared you might fall in love with me? I assure you, I'm a much better lover than your 'vampires'."

I flushed cherry red at his words, knowing exactly what he meant. So i retorted, "You're a ghost, there's no way i can fall in love with you, much less have sex with you."

He seemed surprised at my wording. At school I was known for my color-full language, when I actually talked that is. I was never the social butterfly, always the loner when i think back on it. Just one more thing for my mother to nag to me about. Who needs friends anyways? Every-time i trusted someone, even the slightest bit, it always came back to bite me on the ass. Gossiping, two-faced liars were how the girls--and guys--were at my old school. Any school, I'm sure.

"Such language for a girl." He muttered, flipping his silver hair behind him. "I like it," he finally said, his eyes straying to the bay window where the moon was full and bright. "you, i mean. Your language is nothing i have ever seen on a woman before. I'm intrigued."

I snorted, he obviously thinks highly of himself. Deep down something says I'll have fun deflating his pride. Its strange, i think to myself, how easily i can talk to him, as if he's not dead at all. But non the less i respond, "I could care less if you liked me or not."

He looked down his nose at me, his sun-golden eyes looking into my soul. "What's gotten into you? You're acting awfully..." he looked like he was searching for the word to describe me, so i helped him out.

"Bitchy?" i offered.

"Yes!" he snapped his clawed fingers, enticing my momentarily. "That's the word, bitchy. Why?"

I rolled over on my back and considered his question, Why? Hell, I wasn't so sure myself as to my sudden mood change. PMS maybe? God i hoped, that was the only explanation my mind would feed me.

"PMS?" i meant it to come out as a statement, but it sounded more like a question.

"PMS'? What is that?" he asked, his nose scrunching up. I had never taken in into consideration how old he may be.

"Umm," I tapped a finger to my chin, what did that stand for again? Then i remembered and i figured that 'Premenstrual Stress Syndrome' wouldn't be much help to him. Youkai were like animals, right? "I'm almost in heat?"

Then he nodded, a look of understanding passing over his face. I hope he's thinking what i hope he's thinking and not taking my wording wrong. Christ, i just really confused myself. I'm never eating mom's 'special' brownies again.

We sat in silence for a while, my eyes tracing the cracks on the ceiling. Maybe i should glue up some glow-in-the-dark stars, my own personal night sky. I sighed, causing Youko's attention to snap to me, to which i ignored. My mind was slowly drifting away, much like it always did when i was alone in my room. I was a writer, or so i liked to call myself. Ideas, plots constantly swimming in my head. In the drawer beside my bed, i had at least 10 notebooks, 4 of them filled to the brink with poems and just mainly nonsense.

I had diaries too, three to be exact, my newest i bought a week ago with my crappy monthly allowance. Everyday i write, even if nothing interesting has happened, which make for some boring reading if i look back.

I rolled over to my side, trying to escape Youko's intense golden gaze. My mind drifted again, my Father's face flashing now and then. I almost cried when i realized i had forgotten what he looked like. I used to could have seen him with every detail, down to his--what he called--'hip cool' left ear piercing. We allways had so much fun together, i mussed, it seem almost surreal that he was dead.

Dead. I hate that word, only now that my father was lost to its description.

And then i thought about Mom, and how we never really got along, before or after Dad's passing. I was never much for a conversation, but Dad always knew how to get me speaking, and sometimes, i wouldn't shut up.

I sat up, my hand reaching for the picture under my Gothic Hello Kitty pillow. A small picture of my father, burnt around the edges. When i was 8, there had been a fire at our house, resulting in my cat--Buyou's--death. Most of our belongings had been burned to ash's, including our family photo album. We never did get around to getting a camera to take more. This--along with at least ten others--was the only picture of my dad left. I liked this one the most, if was when we when to Disney Land on my 6th birthday, even though i can remember much about the trip.

"Who is that?" Youko's surprisingly soft voice intervened with my thoughts. I looked up.

"My father," i said, shoving the picture back home under the pillow. "He died a few years back, Cancer i think. No one never really would tell me anything, i was just easier to ignore me."

He nodded, "I'm sorry," He said, once again taking me off guard. "About your father, i mean."

I snuggled deeper into the bed, my soul suddenly filled with warmth at his soft spoken words. "Thanks," i yawned, my gaze fluttering to the window. It was dark now, and by the look of the sky, had been for a while. When did that happen, i asked myself. The neon clock lights flared, 11:01PM. I sighed, my body finally feeling the tale-tail signs of exhaustion settling in.

"You're tired," he mumbled, standing--it was only then i noticed he floated about an inch or two off the ground. "you should sleep, I'll see you in the morning?"

I blinked and muttered a 'sure' and slinked under the covers, not caring that i was still in my day clothes, Youko would probably peek and watch me change anyway. He disappeared with a wave of his hand, a cute grin on his face.

"Night, Y'ko." i mumbled into the dark after i switched off my lamp. In the darkness of sleep i could barley hear the whisper of his voice.

"Goodnight, Kagome."

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T.B.C

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