InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Not the Only One ❯ Déjà vu ( Chapter 2 )

{I don't own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. That pleasure belongs to their rightful owners, Rumiko Takahashi and Yoshihiro Togashi!}

Woo! School is out!

7 days until I go to Barcelona! I can't wait!

I don't think I mentioned it, but this is two years after the Inuyasha anime finished, and at the end of the Yu Yu Hakusho anime, so Kurama and Kagome are 17, Inuyasha is 19, and Kikyo is 20. Shippo is 9 and Miroku and Sango are 18.

 

Know the lingo!:

Mou: exasperated sigh

Arigato: thanks

Youki: youkai (demon) spirit aura

Miko: priestess

Kitsune: fox

Makai: demon realm

Nigenkai: human realm

 

Not the Only One

Chapter 2- Déjà vu

 

Thoughts (Kagome/Yoko/Kurama)

Yoko's thoughts when in Kurama(in Kagome's time)

 

 

Her suspicions were confirmed as Kagome sensed the pull of the aura move away with the kitsune.

“Wait, Yoko!”

The kitsune sighed, pretending to be irritated, though he was secretly pleased when the girl ran up to his side. Her hazel eyes sparkled, and she clasped her hands together in a sign of pleading.

“If you don't mind,” Kagome asked sweetly, “Would you walk me to my destination? I don't think I'll be able to fire anymore arrows, so I'm open to attack!”

Yoko smirked down at her, his male ego swelling.

“I suppose,” he replied, beginning to walk, “Since we are headed in the same direction,”

“Arigato!” Kagome beamed, falling into pace with the silver kitsune.

“The well isn't too far from here,”

“Well?” inquired the kitsune.

Kagome bit her lip, “Uh, yeah! I'm meeting a friend there!”

Yoko frowned, “But your little kit said he was fetching him- Inuyasha, wasn't it?”

Kagome's eyes widened, and she hissed, “Mou!”

Yoko started at the sudden noise, watching as Kagome frantically calculated the time it would take to get to the well.

“Can you run?” If Inuyasha sees me injured he won't let me go!

Yoko elegantly raised a silver eyebrow is disbelief.

“You- a human girl, are asking me, a silver spirit fox, if I can run?”

Yoko didn't know what to be; amused, annoyed or offended.

“Good!” Kagome grabbed the kitsune's hand, and began to sprint.

Yoko was shocked- something that did not occur easily or regularly. Kagome's hand was holding his in a tight but tender grip, and she was running faster than most humans he had ever seen, despite her injuries.

“Why are we running?” he asked, slipping his fingers through hers as he kept up with her pace. He wasn't even breaking a sweat, but there was something in the girl's urgency that puzzled him. And if Yoko Kurama loved anything, it was puzzles.

“No time!” Kagome panted. Yoko allowed the miko to lead them out the forest, and saw the well come into their sight.

“Made it!” Kagome didn't stop running until she had reached the well's brim, and only then to try and recover some oxygen to her starved lungs.

Yoko watched with interest as Kagome let go of his hand and heaved the rucksack over the side of the well, followed by the quiver and bow, which Kagome had grabbed before running. He wondered what the girl was doing- he could tell the well was dry, as no scent of water reached his nose, but that didn't explain why she was throwing her belongings into it.

“Yoko?” Kagome turned to him, her cheeks still rosy from running.

“Could you do me a favour? Inuyasha will be here in a minute, no doubt with Shippo in tow. Tell him I'm sorry, but something came up,”

“Something came up?” Yoko echoed, trying to curl his tongue around the foreign phrase.

“Yeah,” Kagome sat on the well's lip, smiling apologetically at the kitsune,

“I have to go now,”

Yoko walked towards her, his eyebrows raised.

“You are perched at the side of a well, miko. Where exactly are you going to go?”

Kagome's eyes glanced back to the forest, seeking a flash of red among the greenery. Detecting none, she took a breath and motioned to the kitsune.

“Come a little closer and I'll tell you,”

Intrigued, Yoko closed the gap between himself and the miko.

He heard her inhale deeply, and before he knew it, she had fisted her hands in his tunic, pulling him down to her level. Kagome glanced into Yoko's scrutinising amber orbs before pulling him closer, so his lips hovered over hers.

His eyes widened.

Kagome pressed her lips to his, cupping his cheek with her hand as the kitsune blinked in surprise.

Yoko had been kissed by many a female in his lifetime- many a male, too. But he had never least expected a kiss in his life.

The miko kissed the kitsune gently, while Yoko pushed against her lips, demanding entrance. Supporting her chin, the kitsune tipped her head back, running his tongue along the line of her lips before delving inside.

He had never tasted anything like it before in his life- she tasted so pure and fresh, like hand picked strawberries. His mouth watered for more, his mind delirious with the taste of her. His tongue chased hers in a battle for dominance before he nipped her bottom lip, dragging it out slightly with his fangs.

Kagome pulled away, breathless. She stood on tip toes, whispering in Yoko's ear-

“It's a secret,”

His mind blissfully blank, Yoko was not able to comprehend what Kagome had just said. He felt her hand leave his clothing, and his eyes flashed open, only to snap shut at the blinding blue light emitting from the well.

What the…

The faint ebbing noise died away and Yoko opened his eyes.

She was gone.

 

 

Yoko's claws sank deep into the wood as he peered down the well, seeing the bottom clearly.

How…this makes no sense…

Yoko's tongue travelled around his mouth, her taste lingering. Grinning, he reached into his garments.

At least I know I'll see her again…

The kitsune's claws raked through the silky material in which he had concealed the tama.

She couldn't have…she has!

It's gone! The sneaky wench!

So that's why she kissed me!

Yoko shook his head in amazement, staring into the now empty well. He chuckled, resting his chin in his claws.

It would seem she played me at my own game…

Yoko stilled, hearing a growing growl behind him. The kitsune's white ears twitched, and he pushed off the well to meet a pair of glowing amber eyes.

“What the fuck are you laughing at, temee?”

 

 

 

Kagome giggled with victory as she opened the well house doors.

Typical…it's true as the saying goes…a man doesn't have enough blood to operate his brain and his lower regions at the same time!

Kagome licked her slightly swollen lips, revealing in the best kiss she had ever had.

I know kitsune are meant to be good lovers, but…woah!

Kagome couldn't help the bright smiled pasted across her face as she fastened the chain around her neck, the incomplete Shikon-no-tama gleaming cheekily in the sun.

Serves him right! He only bandaged my wounds so he could steal the jewel!

Kagome wished she could see the kitsune's face when he realised what she had done. She laughed again, hauling her bag and quiver over her shoulder.

I'm sure his ego could do with a few blows…

Kagome felt energised, happy at getting one up on the male sex. Inuyasha crept into her mind, but she kicked the thought off with her shoes.

Let Yoko occupy him for a while…it's the least he deserves…

Kagome's merriment immediately evaporated as she caught sight of herself in the mirror after dumping her stuff on her bed.

“Mou! Mama's gonna kill me!”

Kagome's uniform was in tatters- literally, as Yoko had ripped it up and used it as an all purpose bandage. It was completely bloodstained, and completely ruined.

That's the third this month!

Kagome sighed, picking at the shirt before inspecting her skirt and socks.

At least they're ok…

Kagome wiggled out the dirty uniform, going into the bathroom and turning on the shower. The steam filled the room, breathing over Kagome's skin and making her shiver.

She gingerly peeled of her bandages, her face slightly flushing as she remembered Yoko's touch.

Stop! That line of thought is going to get you no where good!

Kagome's self-scolding was interrupted when the last of the bandages came off, along with her soaked bra.

“Nani?” Kagome gasped over her wounds, or, lack of them.

They've practically healed!

The three red wounds weren't as angry as before, and had thinned considerably since Kagome had last seen them.

I guess Yoko really knew what he was doing…

Kagome blinked as the kitsune slunk back into her thoughts.

 

 

She took a shower, careful to avoid blasting her wounds with the hot water, instead gently cleaning them with a cloth. Kagome then dried herself, and seeing no need to waste anymore bandages, returned to her room and bagged her shirt's remains.

“Right,”

Kagome pounced on her cat-shaped money jar, counting the notes with relief.

More than enough to buy a replacement…Mama doesn't have to ever know…

That settled, Kagome pulled on fresh underwear, and after contemplating the warm day outside, chose a white ra-ra skirt and a red and white polka dot strap top to match.

After the morning I've had, the fresh air will do me good!

Kagome grabbed a white leather shoulder bag, and after throwing in a few girly necessities, headed for the bus stop.

Ten minutes later, Kagome stepped off the over packed and heaving bus, into the main buzz of Tokyo. She had been glad to remember the school outfitters was in the heart of the city, so there was no risk of bumping into her friends when she was supposed to be in school.

“Now let me see…” Kagome sifted through the surging crowds of business people with briefcases and hawkers with their cheap goods.

 

 

Kurama disposed of his take-away coffee in the nearest bin, checking his watch. He still had another ten minutes before his morning classes started, so he walked leisurely through the rush hour on the street.

Kurama suddenly stopped, his sea green eyes widening.

What is that?

Familiar…

Kurama quickened his pace, moving through the crowds swiftly. People parted immediately for the boy with the tumbling fiery locks and urgent emeralds.

Yoko? What is that?

Kurama slipped through the straining surge of people, trying to feel where the energy was coming from.

I've never felt anything like this before- it's so pure.

Quite right.

Yoko? What do you mean?

This is the purest energy you'll ever feel. It's that of a miko.

Miko? Surely you jest?

Kurama frowned, wondering how the energy he could be feeling was that of a miko. As far as he knew, all the miko had died out after the Makai barrier had been enforced, as their powers were no longer needed for purification and so no longer passed in their lineage.

The energy was coming closer, and Kurama felt something sift in the back of his mind, like finding a forgotten photograph, and trying to remember when it was taken.

It can't be…

Can't be what, Yoko?

Nothing…

Yoko!

The energy was nearing, and Kurama scanned every face in the crowd without trying to look to obvious.

If I can feel hers then she will be able to feel mine…

That is, if the energy is that of a miko.

Oh, it is.

Kurama felt a sweeping sensation swoop on his skin, like the breath of an unseen angel. The hairs on his arms stood on end and his senses prickled with the energy.

The miko…

What miko? Yoko?

Yoko!

“Kurama!”

 

 

Kagome hadn't walked far when she heard the shout. She stopped immediately, the word echoing in her brain as her head spun so fast she cricked her neck.

“Kurama!”

Several people shot Kagome glares as they side stepped around the halted schoolgirl. She acted like a rock in a stream, interrupted the steady flow.

Kagome searched the faces behind her desperately, willing to see who had spoken, and more importantly, who the voice had spoken to.

It can't be him…

She was abruptly jolted from her thoughts when she felt someone collide with her. Off balance, Kagome turned her head back as she fell, catching only a glimmer of who she had crashed with.

A snatch of long, scarlet hair.

A flash of widened, green gems.

Then Kagome hit the ground, wincing as she fell for the second time that day.

I'm going to have some bruises tomorrow!

The crowds spilled around the scene; some watching in concern then moving on as the girl sat up, others giggling and pushing past.

“Uh…”

“Are you alright?”

A soft, gentle voice floated down to Kagome. She blinked, her heart pounding in her ears, feeling as if she had been plunged under water.

He crouched down to kneel beside her, and Kagome did a double take.

Her first impression had been female, but that changed when she saw his profile.

He was male- definitely male.

Long, tumbling ruby locks brushed his smooth, chiselled face. He searched for her eyes with intense green irises.

Then he found them.

Simultaneously, they shivered, a sensation of déjà vu sweeping through their bones.

It's her…

Yoko's voice echoed, awe filled, in Kurama's throbbing head. The girl sitting on the ground before him blinked almond eyes, her raven hair ruffling in the slight breeze.

Yoko? Who is she? What is this…energy?

A pink glow could be seen around Kagome's outline. Kurama's eyes drank her in, and he had the most peculiar feeling it wasn't for the first time.

“Kurama!!”

The kitsune avatar blinked, his eyes moving from the girl to another female who was pushing past people in the crowd. It was Botan, or death. Then again, that was just her day job.

“Botan?” Kurama shot a puzzled look at the sky blue-haired girl. Bubblegum pink eyes blinked at him happily.

“It's been so long, Kurama!”

It had been long. Since Yusuke had been fired from the spirit detecting job, any major threats to the three worlds had been left to Kuwabara and Kurama- and Hiei, whenever they could persuade him. But there hadn't been any mishaps for a while, and though the barrier was down between the ningenkai and makai, the trouble had settled since the opening.

Botan took in the fallen girl with interest, her brow creasing slightly when she identified her energy.

“Oh!”

Kurama looked at the shocked female sharply.

“Botan,” Kurama said lowly, “I'll speak to you later. I have business to attend to first,”

“Right!” Botan gave the girl a shaky smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Kurama sighed, turning to Kagome, giving her his hand, intending to help her up.

That is, if is his eyes hadn't been drawn to her cherry red, moving, soundless lips. If he hadn't been such a skilled lip reader, he would have very much doubted what he saw.

“Kurama…Yoko Kurama?”

The kitsune avatar's eyes widened further.

“What did you say?”

Kagome blinked out her trance as the boy put a hand on her shoulder. She jolted at the touch, seeing his eyes scorch into her own, demanding answers.

Mou! I didn't even realise I said that aloud!

Kagome could feel his youki now- she didn't know how she hadn't felt it before. It was the strangest she had ever felt- as if it was contained deep inside him, unable to get out.

And that girl- she had a strange aura too…

Kurama realised people were staring, and got up, shaking his head a little before smiling and holding out his hand. Kagome wondered at his change of attitude before accepting the help up.

“Arigato,” Kagome said as he pulled to her feet.

Clumsy human, aren't you?

Kagome froze, her fingers still entwined in Kurama's. He didn't notice, stooping down and letting her hand go instead.

“You dropped this,” Kurama picked something up off the ground, and Kagome felt her senses become overwhelmed, as she knew what it was before seeing it.

A rather beaten, but still vibrant, pink flower.

Kagome felt her mouth dry up completely- she was aware of every hair on her body as the stood on end. Tension fizzed in the air as Kagome reached for the flower, her fingers brushing Kurama's.

Kagome jerked, drawing her hand back sharply as an electric shock pinched her fingertips. Kurama started, paying more attention to the flower in his hand, disbelief trickling into his stomach.

This is a makai plant!

Yoko! What is going on here?

Kaogme watched breathlessly as Kurama twirled the flower in his fingers, his eyes finally breaking away from the petals to meet Kagome's eyes.

“Come!” Kurama grabbed her hand suddenly, pushing his way out the crowd. Kagome, caught off guard, apologised to the people who frowned as they were jostled out the way.

Could he be…Yoko? But…he looks so different…how is it possible?

Kagome stumbled, breaking contact with Kurama.

Kurama backtracked, grabbing her wrist again, his grip firm but not sore.

“Where are we going?” exclaimed Kagome, knowing she should be resisting this stranger but finding herself unable to do so.

Kurama stepped off the street, checking the road quickly as they ran across. Kagome panted, a little out of breath as Kurama leaded them into the nearby park.

His hair is red and his eyes are green…

Kagome searched desperately in her mind for a link with this `Kurama' and the Yoko she had left in the Feudal Era less than an hour ago.

He has no resemblance to the kitsune- wait!

Kitsune!

Shippo has red hair and green eyes!

Kagome shook her head. Shippo's voice was nothing the guy's who was dragging her to the park. In fact, this boy's voice was the only similarity he shared with Yoko-apart from it was softer.

“Alright,” Kurama stopped at a park bench, checking there was no one around. Kagome watched him warily, as he sat on the park bench with a sigh.

“Sit, please,”

Kagome nodded slightly, sinking into the hard wood, the metal pressing cold against her thighs.

Kurama turned to her and Kagome couldn't help but scoot back a little at the expression in his eyes.

“Please,” Kurama held up his hands, “I'm not going to hurt you,”

He frowned at the flower once more, before looking again at Kagome.

“How do you know the name Yoko Kurama?”

Kagome blinked, her hands finding the hem of her skirt and bunching it nervously.

“Ano,” Kagome smiled, “School project?”

Kagome started as a soft chuckle came from the red head.

Her ability to lie has definitely has decreased…

What do you mean? Yoko? How can you know this girl? She doesn't look a day over 17!

Yoko!

Irritated by the kitsune's silence, Kurama sighed, meeting the bewildered girl's eyes.

“Well, you know who I am,” Kurama gave a strained smile, “So, who are you?”

Kagome frowned slightly, “Well, that's the thing. I have no idea who you are!”

“But…” Kurama trailed off.

Perhaps it is a coincidence? Could she know another Yoko?

No- it is me she knows of.

But how?

Becoming frustrated, Kurama ran his hand through his hair.

“So what do you know?” he asked finally.

“Who said I knew anything?”

“You said Yoko Kurama- how do you know that name?”

Kagome hesitated. No one in her time, other than her mama, brother and grandpa knew of her time travel.

How can I spill out two years of secrets to a stranger?

Kagome decided to give out as little information as she could.

He has strong youki- too much for him to not realise it's there. Also, he knows Yoko Kurama, so he must know about youkai! But how can he know Yoko? And why did that girl with the strange aura called him `Kurama'?

“I know someone called Yoko Kurama,” said Kagome carefully,

“I guess I heard someone shout your name and I thought it was him they were calling,”

Kurama stared, unconsciously leaning closer.

“How do you know Yoko?”

Kagome took a breath, her eyes widening when the subtle scent of roses washed over her scenes.

It is him!

Kurama saw her pupils dilate and wondered if he was intimidating her. He smiled gently, pressing the flower into her hand.

“I know you are not a normal human,” Kurama said softly, “And no doubt you can tell I am not normal either. I'm just trying to understand how you can know Yoko,”

Kagome took the flower, touching the petals.

“Can I ask you something first?” Kagome shifted slightly.

“I have a lot of enemies- I need to make sure you aren't one in disguise,”

“Alright,” Kurama replied, taken a back, “I can't guarantee I'll be able to answer, but I'll try,”

She has a lot of enemies? Does Koenma know about this girl?

I doubt it- and you're not going to tell him either!

Yoko! Will you tell me what is going on here?

Shh, she speaks.

“How do you know Yoko?”

Kurama smiled, closing his eyes.

What do I tell her Yoko? Can she be trusted?

Yes.

“I know,” Kurama said, his green eyes taking a golden sparkle,

“Because I am,”

Kagome blinked in wonder, “But…how?”

Kurama closed his eyes as a woman with a pushchair walked by, stopping at a pond in front of them and taking out a bag of bread. The two watched her silently, and it was clear she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

 

 

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