InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Not the Only One ❯ Stories of the past... ( Chapter 3 )

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

It's been such a long time!

I've only been home a week now, but I'm back to the old routine! Missed me? I missed you guys!

It's all hitting off in Inuyasha this month!! Really, Rumiko Takahashi has out done herself, as well as rendering many fan fic authors speechless! I mean, Kikyo dying, seeing Sesshomaru's mother, and now hinting towards Sesshomaru having to sacrifice Rin to strengthen his sword! Eek! He won't do it though (I hope!) It's like all the fan fiction clichés rolled into one!!

So, without further delay, Chap 3! Keep up the reviews- you're doing great!

 

Know the lingo!:

Sailor fuku: The trendy school uniform the Japanese wear. Kagome's is green and white with a red bow, and even when she's not at school (i.e in the Feudal Era) she still wears it. The guys wear the gakuran (think Hojo from Inuyasha, or Kurama from YYH)

Mou: sigh of exasperation

Chikushou: dammit/shit

Ano: umm

Hai: yes

Gomen: sorry

`Tsume seed': ok, so this is my own invention. `Tsume' literally means claw, so hence this is a seed Kurama uses to heal claw related injuries.

Arigato: thanks

Nani: what

Makai: Demon world

Ningenkai: Human world

Rekai: Spirit world

Ankoku Kyou: translated in the dub as the Forlorn Hope.

Inu hanyou: half dog demon

Taijiya: demon exterminator

Sugoi: amazing

Oi: hey

 

For those who know Kurama's history, you can skip paragraph 8! (or read it anyway, whatever you like!)

 

Not the Only One

Chapter 3

Stories of the past…

 

Kagome picked at her skirt hem nervously while sneaking glances at Kurama. He was observing the woman and her baby with a small smile.

“I'll tell you my story,” Kurama said softly, “If you promise to tell me your own,”

“Deal,” Kagome replied, “But…not here…”

“Quite- do you have anywhere you need to be?”

Kagome blinked, remembering the reason she had left the house in the first place. She looked at her watch in time to see the hand strike twelve.

“Not really,” said Kagome, “Do you have an idea?”

“We could go back to my apartment,” Kurama suggested, grinning a little,

“Just to talk, of course,”

Kagome blushed and stood up quickly.

“Ok, but if you don't mind, I have to buy something first,”

“Alright,” Kurama followed her as they departed the park.

“What do you have to buy?”

“A school uniform,” replied Kagome, checking her purse was still secure in her bag.

Kurama raised his eyebrow as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Speaking of uniforms, shouldn't you be in school just now?”

“Well, yeah,” laughed Kagome, “But I'll explain later,”

Kurama nodded, keeping the pace as Kagome walked swiftly to the school wear shop, Taboo.

Letting a secret smile slip across his face, Kurama leaned forward and opened the door. Kagome blinked, surprised, and then thanked him with a smile.

 

 

Rows of sailor fuku in all the colours of the rainbow were positioned in front of them. Kurama caught sight of his old high school colours, purple and yellow, though they weren't for his school. He had left his school early, and moved to Tokyo since his town didn't provide the biochemistry course he had wanted to study.

Kurama watched as Kagome picked out a white and green fuku and held it against herself. She tweaked the red bow thoughtfully as she tried to remember the size of her last uniform.

“Mou!”

“Is there a problem?” asked Kurama.

“Yeah,” Kagome sighed, flashing an apologetic smile, “I'm gonna have to try these on,”

Kagome unhooked another fuku in the next size up, and then turned to Kurama.

“I'll be two minutes!”

Kurama walked behind her to the changing room, where he sat in one of the leather armchairs. Kagome disappeared behind a silky purple curtain, shutting it with a snap.

Kurama leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, his fingers working towards his temples.

Yoko- explain.

Why, I wouldn't want to ruin the anticipation! Don't you want to hear it from her lips?

Kurama's eyes closed, and he could see the kitsune trace his lips with a glint in his golden eyes. There was a sudden twist in Kurama's gut as a thought crept into his mind.

Yoko…were you…and her?

The kitsune simply winked, swishing his tail with a grin.

Why are you talking to me? She's taking off her clothes- haven't you got better thinsg to do?

Kurama's eyes flashed open angrily, his cheeks tinting red. The kitsune chuckled gleefully in his ear, whispering seductively, and Kurama fought to block him out.

 

 

Kagome slipped the smaller size off the hanger, pulling off her spaghetti top and letting it drop to the floor. She turned to the mirror, examining the outfit with a critical eye.

Maybe a little too tight…

Kagome pulled it off, and exchanged it for the bigger size.

Yup, this is right! Hopefully mum won't notice the newness!

Kagome remembered Kurama was waiting outside, and quickly snapped out of her daydreaming. She sharply tugged the shirt over her head, but abruptly stopped when she felt a tear in her skin.

“Chikushou!” Kagome gasped, tears pricking her eyes as she pulled the broken edge of the shikon-no-tama off her wound where it had caught.

“Kagome?” Kurama's soft voice floated in over the curtain, “Are you alright?”

Kagome cursed silently, tossing the shirt out of harm's way as her wound began to bleed. The flesh between her three cuts had been torn, and the blood had begun to flow. Kagome pressed her bra against the wounds, wincing as the blood began to stain the once pristine white material.

“Ano…do you have a tissue?”

Kurama had stood up, and was outside the curtain when he smelled the blood. He fished in his pockets, but found nothing but the worn lining.

“Gomen,” Kurama replied, his eyes wide and alert as the scent of blood increased.

“Are you alright?” Kurama asked again.

“H-hai,” Kagome's voice came through the curtain thickly, “Oh, chikushou…”

Kagome now realised the paste Yoko had applied to her wounds had been helping the wound to heal very quickly, and she had washed it off along with the blood in the shower. The effect was as if invisible stitches had burst at the seams of her skin.

Kurama frowned as the blood scent began to increase rapidly.

That can't be a little cut…

“I'll go get you something!” Kurama called, heading out of the changing rooms. There was no toilet, much to his irritation, but he managed to get the girl on the floor to go to the staff bathroom for him.

“I've got you some tissues,” Kurama said, feeling ridiculous as he hovered outside the curtain.

That is a lot of blood…

I don't even know her name…

It's Kagome.

Kurama shrugged, hoping Yoko wasn't playing some trick.

“Kagome?”

 

 

She was leaning against the mirror, her hand splayed over the three wounds. Her bra was saturated with the blood, so Kagome had her spaghetti top pressed against the cuts.

The blood keeps flowing!

The wounds were shooting with pain, and Kagome pressed her lips together as she waited for Kurama's return.

“I've got you some tissues,”

Kagome smiled shakily, relieved, and went to stand up and pull back the curtain. Suddenly, the room tilted and lights spots danced in front of Kagome's eyes.

“Uhh…”

“Kagome?”

I…I didn't tell him my name…

Kagome squeezed her eyes together, trying to move from the mirror, but her chest heaved and she slid down the cold surface.

 

 

 

Kurama wondered if she had left, though her scent still seemed contained in the room. Then he heard a slight moan.

Quickly, Shuuichi! You'll need to use the tsume seed!

Tsume seed? Yoko, are you serious?

Trust me!

Kurama ripped back the curtain as he took out the said seed from his hair.

“Kagome!”

He immediately saw Yoko was right. The girl was breathing heavily, red material pressed against her chest. She was sitting on the floor, against the mirror and her face looked pained.

How did this happen?

Shuuichi- you need to help her now! She's lost enough blood as it is!

Kurama nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down his face as he crouched in front of her.

“Kagome?”

The girl blinked, opening bleary eyes.

“K-Kurama?”

“I'm going to help you,” Kurama said, shutting the curtain completely closed.

Kagome watched in disbelief as Kurama began to crush a seed between his palms. She smiled a little, before clenching her jaw in pain.

“Yoko did this,”

Kurama looked up, slightly startled, before easing away the red top Kagome was holding to her chest.

He inhaled sharply.

Firstly, at her blood stained bra and the three long cuts running diagonally across her chest.

But how…these are definitely claw marks!

Kagome winced as Kurama began to dab away the blood before spreading the paste on the wounds.

The second thing that had shocked the kitsune avatar was the chain the girl wore around her neck. Or, more importantly, the blood flecked purple incomplete jewel that hung from it.

It…can't be!

Oh, it is.

“Are you feeling better?”

Kagome managed to nod, her eyes closing as she spoke.

“Now you know what happened to my school uniform”.

 

 

 

Kurama bound Kagome's wound the same way Yoko had, by ripping up her top. He was kind enough to lend Kagome his long brown coat to wear, though it was too big for her. He was also carrying her, though she had protested greatly. Several girls shot her jealous-laced looks, but Kagome was in too much pain to notice.

“Here we are,” Kurama said, as they arrived in front of a block of red brick apartments.

He carefully walked up the three flights, taking care not to bump Kagome who was clinging to his back. He stopped at the brown door, pulling his keys out his pocket while holding onto Kagome with one arm. He turned the key twice, and with a satisfying click the door unlocked.

The front room had a bay window, with two white sofas and a matching white window seat. There was small TV, and a low wooden teak table, in a typical oriental design. There was a vase on the table of pure white lilies, whose delicate fragrance filled the apartment. There was also a kitchen in the corner, a simple ensemble of a few green tiled counters, a fridge freezer and a sink. Kagome noticed three more doors leading off the room before she slid from Kurama's back onto the couch.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Much better, arigato,” Kagome replied, sitting upright, “It only stings a little,”

“Good,” Kurama stood up thoughtfully, “I'll go see if I have anything of mother's that might fit you,”

Kagome straightened up.

“You live with your mother?” she asked, a million questions whizzing through her brain.

It's a bit small for two…

Is his mother human?

If she is, is his father demon?

Is he a hanyou? Though, he doesn't have any ears…

And he can't be the reincarnate of Yoko if he's hanyou…so what the hell is he?

Kagome was interrupted by Kurama's reply.

“No, she lives in my old hometown with her husband and my step-brother,” smiled Kurama, “But she comes over here every weekend to stay. I miss her very much,”

Kagome was struck by how tenderly he spoke of his mother. An image flashed in Kagome's brain, one of Inuyasha and shouting that his mother had died a very long time ago.

No…there's enough going on without thinking about him…

“I'll just go and check,” Kurama said, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“I'm fine, arigato,”

Kurama nodded, disappearing into the second of the two doors. Kagome began to unbutton Kurama's jacket, and as the collar brushed her face, she inhaled with a smile.

Roses…

She pulled the jacket off, inspecting it for specks of blood. Kagome touched her bound chest lightly, the irony of the situation not escaping her for a minute.

I wonder what he really is.

“Here we go,” Kurama had returned with a baby blue v-neck jumper, which he handed to Kagome.

“Your mama won't mind?” asked Kagome as she accepted the jumper.

“Of course not,” Kurama produced white bandages, “We'll have to bind that wound properly too,”

“Right,” Kagome said, her cheeks flushing a little, “I'll do it,”

Kurama paused, before handing the bandages over.

“Don't worry,” smiled Kagome, “I'm used to dressing wounds! Now, where's your bathroom?”

 

 

Why couldn't you have been more forceful, Shuuichi?

Kurama sighed, pouring himself some orange juice from a jug.

I wouldn't have minded another look…you know what they say, third time lucky…

Third?!

Kurama sipped his juice slowly.

Oh, I see. Kagome said that you've done this all before. How kind of you, Yoko. I'm sure you had no alterative motives at all.

Yoko chuckled, lazily curling a lock of silky white hair around his finger.

Of course I did, Shuuichi. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to act them out.

Kurama couldn't help the small smirk as he took another drink.

Why ever not? Surely the kitsune seduction couldn't have failed? Perhaps you're losing your touch, Yoko.

Yoko shook his head idly, his golden eyes sparkling.

Oh that hurt, Shuuichi. I'll have you know I didn't need to make the move- our dear miko got there first.

Nani?

Kurama set his beaker down harder then he intended, and there was a sharp crack as the glass chinked off the counter. It was Yoko's turn to smirk.

Ah, Shuuichi, what's the matter? You couldn't be jealous of yourself, now could you?

“Oh, be quiet Yoko!”

“Kurama?”

The kitsune avatar's eyes flew open, his irises swirling from green to gold and back again. Kagome gasped, stepping back a little in surprise.

“Y-Yoko?”

Kurama smiled a little as he neared Kagome.

“Well, almost,” he replied, “I suppose it would be a good time to tell you my story,”

 

 

Kagome sat down on the couch, rolling up the sleeves of the jumper. It fit her perfectly, and though it was a little too old fashioned for her taste, she was flattered that Kurama had given her it to wear.

But I'm so confused- I swore I saw his eyes go gold there…

“I'm not sure how you know Yoko,” Kurama began, as he took a seat next to Kagome, “But a long time ago, I was he. I was a spirit fox in my truest form, stealing secrets and treasures that were greatly desired. One day however, I made a miscalculation, and was shot,”

Kagome watched Kurama intently, and he continued.

“One of the powers of a kitsune is possession. Using the last of my energy, I escaped from Makai into the Ningenkai, where I took refuge in the embryo of an unborn child. My plan was to wait ten years until I had regained my spirit energy, and then disappear,”

Kagome wanted to interrupt and ask what the Makai was, but her interest in what Kurama had to say next was stronger.

“I became Shuuichi Minamino,” Kurama said, “And my mother loved me in a way I had never encountered from a human before. I decided to stay with her. Then the illness began,”

Kurama reflected on the worst day of his life, his emerald eyes taking on a slight sheen.

“It was a new disease- incurable, they said. There was nothing either Yoko or I could do. It was only then I realised how much I loved my human mother- I caused her so much pain due to my arrogance of humans, and I fear that I was the cause of the illness,”

Kurama was startled when Kagome put a hand on his arm.

“It wasn't your fault,” Kagome said gently, “These things happen, usually to the best people in the world,”

Kurama was silent, as he tried to keep his composure calm.

“It was then two youkai came to me,” Kurama said slowly as he started speaking again, “They needed my help with a robbery in Rekai,”

Makai?

Rekai?

“I went along,” Kurama said, “As I had heard of a mirror, the Ankoku Kyou, which was being held in Rekai. It had the power to grant wishes, and I figured it was the only way I could cure my mother.”

A small smile crept across Kurama's face.

“It was then I met the spirit detective, Yusuke. He was trying to retrieve the artefacts, although he agreed that I could use the mirror. However, he changed his mind once he realised I was going to exchange my life for my mother's.”

“You were?” Kagome couldn't help gasping.

“Yes,” Kurama replied, “And I would gladly do so again,”

Kagome stared at the cool smile on Kurama's face and the stubborn look in his eyes, and didn't doubt his words.

“Yusuke stopped me- he had died once as I discovered later, and knew the grief of a mother who had lost her only son. The mirror granted my wish in honour of Yusuke's selfless act- he tried to trade his life for mine- and as a result, my mother was completely healed,”

Kagome let a breath she hasn't realised she'd been holding in.

“Thank goodness,” beamed Kagome, unconsciously squeezing Kurama's arm.

“This Yusuke sounds lovely- but what's a spirit detective?”

Kurama chuckled.

“Yusuke is a close friend- though `lovely' is the last word I would use to describe him! He used to be the protector of the Ningenkai, stopping demons hurting humans. I fought many battles with him, and also Kuwabara, who is sensitive to spiritual energy; and Hiei, who I mentioned earlier as one of the demons I robbed Rekai with,”

Kurama's eyes misted over as he reminisced.

“Due to unfortunate circumstances, Yusuke was fired from the spirit detective post- he isn't completely human, and has Mazaku youkai blood in him,”

“Wow,” was all Kagome could say.

And I though I was the only one who knew about youkai!

“So,” Kurama smiled, “What is your story?”

 

 

 

Kagome tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear nervously.

Before he started talking, I was wondering how much I would have to lie- now I can tell him everything!

“It all started two years ago,” remembered Kagome.

“I live on an old shrine, with a lot of history. One of the legends is an old dry well, that my brother and I used to be warned to keep away from,”

Kurama listened intently, and was surprised that Yoko seemed to be listening too.

“But on my 15th birthday, my cat ran into the well house. When I went to retrieve him, a centipede youkai erupted from the well and pulled me down it!”

Kagome's hand strayed to her side, where the scar still marked her skin.

Kurama didn't move his eyes from Kagome's face as she continued her story. Unlike himself, she was animated; using sounds and actions and even making him chuckle. She was a typical bubbly happy-go lucky girl, the kind Kurama usually ignored.

He learned of Inuyasha- the violent foul mouthed inu hanyou with a past, but seemingly a kind heart. He was told of the shikon-no-tama and how it emerged from Kagome's body, and how she was a reincarnation. He heard of Kikyo, the walking dead miko; Naraku, the evil hanyou who had pitted Inuyasha and Kikyo against each other; Shippo, the kitsune cub (Kurama couldn't help but grin at Kagome's obvious adoration for the kit); the lecherous monk Miroku; the fierce yet friendly Taijiya Sango; the proud and very forward wolf prince Kouga and many more. Kurama couldn't help but notice Kagome made friends with anyone; regardless of their past- even if they had stolen, insulted, injured, groped or tried to kill her.

More than anything however, Kurama noticed the way Kagome's cheeks warmed when she spoke Inuyasha's name and her eyes became lower.

She's…in love with the hanyou.

So it seems.

Kagome talked for a full further hour, and even then Kurama could tell there was much unsaid.

“That's about it,” Kagome stretched, “Today I was coming home and me and Shippo were attacked by youkai. I tried to protect him, but he strayed and was nearly killed. That's how I got this wound,”

Kagome touched her bandaged chest gently.

“How, exactly?” Kurama asked.

“Ano…” Kagome laughed, “It's pretty stupid really- I jumped in front of Shippo because I couldn't fire an arrow in case I hit him. So, the youkai sliced me instead.”

“That's not stupid,” chided Kurama, “That's incredibly brave,”

Kagome laughed, “You should tell Inuyasha that,”

He's going to kill me …

“So when does Yoko come in?”

“Next- I passed out, and Yoko must have arrived and protected Shippo from the remaining youkai,”

“Sounds unlike him,” commented Kurama darkly.

He was one of our own- of course I wouldn't leave him to be killed!

Kagome shrugged, stifling a yawn.

“Anyhow, Shippo went off to get Inuyasha…”

“Which you protested at,” Kurama interjected.

Kagome blinked. “Nani?”

“Gomen,” Kurama smiled apologetically, “Yoko just told me you tried to stop him,”

Kagome crossed her arms in mock-annoyance.

“That's right- why can't Yoko just tell you what happened?”

Kurama frowned, “He says he wants you to tell me,”

Kagome blushed, and Kurama heard her mutter, “I wonder why…”

What is she so embarrassed about?

One can only imagine…

Yoko…

“Well…anyway, Shippo took off, and Yoko healed me like you did,”

“Just like that?” asked Kurama suspiciously.

“Oh, he wasn't being kind,” said Kagome irritated, “He just did it so he could steal the tama,”

“That sounds more like it,” said Kurama, sighing.

It wasn't just for that!

What else, then?

Yoko smirked.

Oh, for goodness sake…

“I didn't realise until he was walking away,” reflected Kagome, “And I managed to convince him to walk me to the well,”

At least now I know how she disappeared down that thing…

“Then what happened?”

Kagome looked down at her lap, her cheeks staining scarlet.

“Ano- I could sense he'd stolen the tama, and I had to think of a way to distract him while I took it back,”

Kurama couldn't hold back the grin as he spoke, “So what did you do?”

Kagome glanced up at him, miffed.

“I know you've guessed-but come on! How else do you distract a kitsune?!?”

“I can think of a few,” Kurama said softly.

Kagome's blush deepened, and she retuned to twisting her skirt hem.

“Well, I kissed him. And it worked! I got the tama back, then slipped down the well and disappeared,”

“Well,” Kurama chuckled, “I think you may be the first human to successful steal from the legendary thief Yoko Kurama!”

“L-legandary?” choked Kagome.

“Yoko was, and still is, one of the most notorious bandits in Makai, and probably the Feudal Era too,”

“Sugoi,” Kagome murmured, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.

No wonder- with the day…and night I had…

 

 

Let me out, Shuuichi!

Yoko, you know that's impossible. We aren't in any danger or in Makai…

The potion!

Kurama blinked, then turned to the yawning Kagome,

“Ano- Yoko wants you to see him,”

Kagome blinked at Kurama sleepily.

“Can you change, just like that?”

“No,” Kurama replied thoughtfully, “But I still have some potion left from the dark tournament…”

“Dark tournament?” Kagome held her head, “In fact, never mind!”

Kurama grinned, “It's alright, I don't want to waste it- anyway, you look ready for bed. Will I walk you home?”

“That'd be good,” Kagome stifled another yawn, sinking further into the couch.

Hmm…so comfy…

Kurama smiled softly as Kagome's eyelids fluttered shut, her hair spilling around her face.

She's beautiful.

Oi, Shuuichi! I have to change! How else am I supposed to tell her what happened after she left?

Kurama frowned.

There's more?

Hai!

“Alright,” Kurama glanced at the exhausted miko, “But let her sleep a while!”

Of course…

Kurama sighed, getting up and proceeding into his room. The bottle was locked in his desk drawer, out of harm's way from his mother's visits.

Kurama took out the burgundy bottle with a little liquid remaining. He had tried to recreate the contents with many plants, but had been unsuccessful.

I've still got a drop on the slide, in case I attempt it again.

Good. Now come on!

Kurama paused, swirling the potion around the bottle and removing the stopper.

Yoko, you won't harm her, will you?

Kitsune promise!

Kurama saw Yoko look innocently at him.

I don't have a tail Yoko- that's hardly going to work.

Oh, alright. I swear on…Hiei's life.

Kurama laughed bitterly.

With the life that little youkai leads? Try again, Yoko.

Alright! I swear…on our mother's life.

Satisfied, Kurama brought the bottle to his lips, and downed the contents.

 

 

Arigato, as always, to the brilliant readers and reviewers of the fic!!

Keep it up!

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