InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Real Folk Blues ❯ Cement ( Chapter 1 )

Author's note: I know it has been a terribly long time since the last time I updated but I am no too happy with how the chapters are so I took the rest of them down and fixing them. I promise the process won't take so long. Thank you and many apologizes for my lack of devotion to my fic and well don't throw the pitchforks. They do hurt.

 

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Title: The Real Folk Blues

Author: Adorkablebanana

Genre: Crossover (IY/YYH), angst, shoujo-ai, shounen-ai, sexual situations, romance, humor, action, P.O.V., drama.

Rating: Nc-17

Summary: If problems time traveling didn't put Kagome down her warped modern day life will. Not only is Yuusuke Urameshi involved his life with her a case of kitsune obsession has her on the ropes. What's this? Her past is coming for her too? What's a girl to do under these conditions? A not so common Kurama/Kagome.

 

 

Chapter 1: Cement

 

P.O.V.D: Kurama

 

“Humans live to do an evil, what do pure's do?”

- Shialo Monroe

 

 

 

I awoke to a loud, continuous beep, resounding in my head, and sleepily cursed the alarm clock that was the bane of my existence. After hitting the snooze button a good three or four times, I finally forced myself up out of bed, and limped slowly towards the bathroom. The stiff soreness in my muscles reminded me of the events that had taken place the day before.

 

 

As if it wasn't enough to be pulled out of the middle of a calculus exam to go fight demons in Makai, Yuusuke, Kurabara, and Hiei, my supposed backup, hadn't been much help. While the half-koorime's absence was understandable, since the few dozen demons that had been surrounding him kept him occupied, Yuusuke and Kurabara angered me.

 

 

Their lack of focus wasn't due to any other engagement, but an argument among themselves as to who had beaten more apparitions in a row. Honestly, you would think a couple of talented fighters with high spirit energy would be more responsible than that.

 

 

They may be seventeen years old, and entitled to the certain amount of immaturity that afflicts almost all teenagers, but still, they should both be able to move at least a little towards some sort of maturity.

 

 

Although I was a little put out with their lack of focus during battle, I had found it impossible to stay angry with them. After all, they are an endless source laughter, and are unfailingly loyal. But, most importantly, when I am with them I can be myself, Kurama, and not be forced to hide behind the persona of Shuuichi Minamino. All this is part of the package these nuisances bring.

 

 

Another muscle twinge brought a hint of resentment with it. It is my obligation and punishment to serve Koenma whether I like it or not. Not for anything I have done, no, I owe all the credit to my counterpart Youko.

 

 

*Hey! It's not my fault you weren't clever enough to elude Reikai* said counterpart interjected.

 

 

*Hush Youko, you're seriously irritating me!* I snapped. It can be quite frustrating having even the privacy of your thoughts constantly invaded.

 

 

*Uh huh. Too bad you didn't inherit all my traits. Then we could really get somewhere in life.*

 

 

*Oh? How so?* I inquired with a grimace, already knowing what the answer would be.

 

 

*Well should I start from the list I made or* Now, I'm usually a very patient person, with most people. However, Youko's another case entirely. He always knows exactly what to say to make me lose my carefully preserved calm. And he was doing it again, pushing me toward the edge of my patience…damn him. The clever bastard knows me well enough to manipulate me, but that goes both ways, although he still has secrets that even I am not privy to.

 

 

I stretched my tired limbs, popping joints here and there as I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for school. Fifteen minutes later, I emerged from my room dressed in my school uniform. While my so-called “friends” insist on mocking me, calling it pink, I, on the other hand, refuse to acknowledge the fact that I am forced to wear such a degrading color, and maintain that it is indeed, red.

 

 

As I leisurely made my way down the stairs, I felt much more refreshed. It's amazing how a hot shower soothes mental and physical aches away, sending them swirling down the drain. I headed towards the kitchen, greeting the woman making breakfast.

 

 

She smiled as me as she continued flipping pancakes, and catching them in the pan skillfully. I reached the bottom of the stairs as she began cracking eggs and pouring the yolk onto the sizzling pan. Gosh, that smells good, I thought, as my stomach growled in protest.

 

 

“Good morning sweetie,” Mother chirped happily. Turing from the oven, she smiled warmly at me as always, greeting me with open arms. Giving her a hug and a peck on the check, I sat down on the chair, and pulled my seat in to wait for breakfast.

 

 

*Kurama, can't she hurry it up? I'm hungry* Youko whined like a two-year-old. Honestly, patience isn't his strong suit. He really needs to learn how to wait.

 

 

*Youko, shut up and wait! I'm hungry too, but you have to learn not to be so impatient.*

 

 

*Uh huh…so why are you tapping your fingers on the table like a woodpecker on a tree?*

 

 

Huh? Oh. Right. Damn! I hate it when he's right. I always seem to tap my fingers when I'm bored or impatient, and I'd been doing it for the past few minutes.

 

 

*Okay, Youko, I'm a little impatient because I'm starving. But at least I'm not whining like a spoiled child in need of attention. Do you feel neglected or something?*

 

 

*First of all Red you need to stop with the disrespectful remarks. Just because we share a body doesn't mean I'm going to take your crap, got it?* Pouting, he `humphed' giving me a clear image of him raising his nose in the air, quite obviously pissed at having been shushed, and insulted at having been compared to a child. *If I wanted attention that desperately, I would have taken over our body long ago. I could have been through that barrier and bedded at least three demonesses within the hour.*

 

 

*Argh! Is satisfying your primal needs the only thing that can put you into a good mood?* I asked, more than slightly disgusted.

 

 

*Of course it is! Intercourse is the best thing ever! It's what we fox demons do best, it's what we live for! Everyone enjoys it, and the fact that you've only done it twice is a disgrace to demon-kind. Hiei fucks more than we do! Well, I'm not saying that's completely unbelievable, he's a good looking guy, what with those searing crimson eyes and his tight little*

 

 

*You're getting off topic again.* I quickly interrupted the kitsune's train of thought, distracting him from projecting disturbing sexual images of Hiei into our mind. If the Jaganshi had decided to drop by at that moment, I would have had quite the battle on my hands.

 

 

*Was I? Well, like I was saying, he's definitely on the market. It's just that he's too picky when it come to his selection of women, much pickier than me.*

 

 

*Completely disregarding the fact that you'll sleep with anything that walks, of course. Oh, and it was three times, may I remind you.* I replied dryly.

 

 

*Tch. You say that like you're proud of it. That's less than nothing compared to my record. And I don't “screw anything that walks,” I just have flexible standards is all.* Honestly. That demon is absolutely shameless.

 

 

*Well, unlike you, I don't like rutting with every pretty female I happen to encounter. I have concerns like sexually transmitted diseases, and what happens if I impregnate them? Besides, if I have sex with a female they'll expect commitment, which neither I nor you are ready for.*

 

 

*There are women who will lay with you just for the pleasure, no strings attached.*

 

 

*Yeah, instant AIDS. May I remind you that my body's human, and I can get contaminated. It would be really ignoble to be killed by an STD after everything we've managed to survive.*

 

 

*Now that's where you're wrong, diseases aren't an issue, because you have me! Fox demons and certain other types of demons can't get contaminated by sexual diseases, heck any human diseases, that's why we're the more dominant species...though you still have a point. It would be disgusting to have sex with a diseased woman or man*

 

 

*Woman!* I interrupted him. The fox may care only for physical attractiveness, and nothing for gender, but I on the other hand, am a strict heterosexual.

 

 

*Yeah whatever, it slipped ...having sex with a woman that's a walking illness is a stigma I'm not going to cast upon my reputation. And that's the reason we need to go to the Makai to find a womenso we can fuck whenever we want …well maybe just a mistress. After all, there are so many breeds of demoness, so little time! And they do say that variety is the spice of life!*

 

 

*Shit Youko, can't you ever be serious about this particular topic?!* I yelled, getting fed up with his caviler attitude toward what I saw as a very serious issue.

 

 

*Of course I can. Fucking the opposite sex, or the same sex* He mumbled the last part out before I growled a mental warning at him. It's just not going to happen. *--is important. Sex keeps the life cycle going around. If no intercourse occurs, then a species goes extinct. And may I add that it is one of the most natural and common pleasure life has to offer.* he added an innocent smile to this last statement, concluding his preposterous theory on why his favorite hobby is so important. If Mother wasn't present, I would have slammed my head on the table in hopes of drilling some sense, and perhaps even a hint of morality, into Youko's head.

 

 

*Can we please stop talking about this in front of Mother? It's rather, no, it's definitely uncomfortable.*

 

 

*Please! You're such a naïve, immature male, too embarrassed to even talk about sex. Shiori knows about it, she's a woman, she knows the drill. How do you think our body was conceived? By, say it with me, S-E-X, what does that spell? Sex!* Youko's sing-song voice seemed to drill its way straight through my skull. Why me? Why? Whose puppy did I kill in a past life that condemned me to such a torturous fate?

 

 

*God! Why do you constantly put me in these uncomfortable positions? Do you think I like imagining Mother doingugh! It's just too weird. Please, I'm begging you to stop. Can we talk about something else? Please?*

 

 

*You baby! All you do is run away from the topic I mean, how are you ever-ooh! Eggs and pancakes!* The silver fox chirped, his eyes glazing over, hunger overtaking his mind as he fell victim to Shiori's cooking. I could practically see Youko, his tail wagging like an excited puppy waiting for a treat. I am amazed as his ability to jump from one subject to the next. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and smack myself on the forehead. He can be soargh! Not wanting Mother to become suspicious of my aggravated state, I took the proffered place, giving her a warm smile.

 

 

Mother walked around the table to take a seat across from me, and began to eat her own breakfast. I was suddenly uncomfortable, remembering my recent “conversation” that had, unfortunately, included her. She is just so innocent and kindhearted, I simply cannot imagine her doing anything like the erotic pictures Youko had inundated my imagination with. It's not like she's incapable, or unattractive, or anything. She's still young and is a lovely lady, definitely attractive to other men, but she's my mother. Shiori belongs to me and only me. She is mine!

 

 

I'm being selfish, I know, but Youko and I couldn't just hand her over to just any man. He had to meet our exacting standards, first. I know that Youko feels the same possessiveness as I do, since he has urged me on occasion to disrupt a situation in which a man looked like he may be taking an interest in my mother.

 

 

I am aware of my selfishness, but Shiori was the first person to show me the meaning of love. She cared for me constantly, taking care of even the most trivial things, never once leaving my side, or judging my actions. So I waited until there was a suitor for Shiori that met my standards, and then allowed her to remarry without interference.

 

 

*We allowed her to remarry.*

 

 

*My mistake.*

 

 

*You must recognize that she's the one human I have complete claim on. After all, she's the lucky woman to give birth to you avatar form, and has shown complete devotion towards us.*

 

 

*That could be because she's our mother.* I stated dryly.

 

 

*Perhaps, but that doesn't change the fact that I have the final say in what happens in her life.*

 

 

*Overprotective, neurotic kitsune.*

 

 

*And proud of it.* Youko replied smugly. I rolled my eyes and thought back on the events that occurred a few years ago. Shiori finally found a man who wished to take her hand in marriage that met Youko and my exacting standards.

 

 

 

He had the respect necessary to ensure my mother a good relationship, plus a flourishing business as a source of support. The man also had a son from a previous marriage named Shuuichi. Odd, yes, and perhaps too much of a coincidence. I was distant at first, though in time I grew to love the boy like the younger brother I never had. However, at times the scrawny brunette can be a bit annoying. Thankfully, he is already off at school, since his day starts earlier than I do. “Father” is out on a business trip, and won't be back until next week, so I have Mother all to myself for the time being.

 

 

I began to scarf down the pancakes in front of me. I was hungry, but with Youko sharing my mind, hungry had crossed over into famished. Damn these taste good.

 

 

“Shuuichi, darling, so have you decided whether you are going to be attending that college across town? They offered you a scholarship in science and mathematics, right?” Shiori asked while sipping her tea.

 

 

“Yes, Mother. They offered me a full scholarship in those majors,” I replied, stuffing yet another piece of pancake down the hatch.

 

 

“It's hard to believe graduation is just one week away. Are you still planning on going to that trip tomorrow with those four friends of yours?” I paused, momentarily distracted, to finish chewing a piece of muffin, thinking about what I am going to do after my high school years.

 

 

Will I still have to work for Koenma? Will I still owe Reikai a debt? How long to I have to be beholden to them before I have sufficiently atoned for my crimes? Questions I had no answers to kept flashing through my head. I resolutely put aside the thoughts, stuffing them in a far back corner of my mind to worry about later, and focused on the question my mother had just asked.

 

 

“I'm sorry Mother, I can't give you any details, but I am fairly certain that it's still on. And yes, I am still going with Yuusuke, Hiei, Kurabara and Botan,” I responded, turning my attention toward my coffee.

 

 

“Okay, I see. It doesn't bother me Honey, since it's not like it will affect your grades or anything. You are graduating at the top of your class after all, and you've been awarded a full scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in Japan. I'm very, very proud of my genius boy. I was merely curious,” Mother gave me a brilliant smile, her pride in me shining from her eyes. The look on her face flooded me with warmth and Youko's lips formed a cocky smirk as he sat back, loving every minute of the praises Mother constantly showered us with, inflating his already swollen ego.

 

 

*Face if Kurama, it's true. I am a genius, perfect in every way. It's plain common sense to boast about it.* Ugh! I swear one of these days I'm going to suffocate on the conceited atmosphere surrounding Youko. The sad thing, the thing that I would never in a million year admit to, is that he has a point. He is intelligent, better than good looking, a ladies' man, an excellent fighter, strong, and a rare demon breed of very high rank. It annoys me to no end! No, it's not jealousy, after all I'm a separation of his soul, so technically I'm him, he's me, etcetera, etcetera. It's just that he's always so unbearably smug about it! He really needs to learn when to give it a rest already!

 

 

*I heard that*

 

 

*Good! Then stuff it!*

 

 

*Where?* The kitsune rumbled in a sultry, smooth voice, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

 

 

*That's notGod, you can be such a*

 

 

*You know, I'm flattered that you think so highly of me,* he continues, obliviously blocking out the attempted insult. *It's only natural that you should feel so honored to have such a fantastic being share your body.* He said this so matter-of-factly, that I couldn't help but choke on the mouthful of coffee I was about to swallow. Mother looked at me questioningly, but I waved her off, motioning that I was fine. I knew that it would do me no good to continue arguing with the kitsune. It would only bring on another migraine.

 

 

*What's with the attitude today anyway?* His tone dropped to a whisper, turning suddenly solicitous and conspiratorial, *Are you PMSing like a woman? You seem overly emotional.*

 

 

*Just shut up.* There's no winning an argument against the arrogant silver fox concerning his fascination with himself. Picking up the plates, I went to wash the dishes, letting Mother relax and read her newspaper.

 

 

~....~

 

 

 

Five minutes later, I found myself lazily strolling down the sidewalk of the same street I had walked down almost every day for the past four years. I gets tiresome, in a way, to walk down the same street, going through the same routine, with the same people day after day, but I console myself with the thought that soon I'll be off to college, doing new activates, surrounded by new people.

 

 

Just one more day left of nerds harassing me to join their clubs so they can score girls, and defeat other schools they have grudges against. Just one more day of obsessed fan girls harassing me, stalking me, and molesting me between classes. Hallelujah! Freedom at last. It may seem dramatic, but the horrors I've experienced at the hands of these deranged, hormone-driven females throughout my middle and high school years entitles me to a little drama, I think.

 

 

At first it was somewhat flattering. After all, what normal man wouldn't love having a flock of girls fawning over him? However, their interest quickly morphed into something more sinister. They became my very shadow, watching me wherever I went, attempting to uncover my every secret, which could have been disastrous had they succeeded. I would bet any amount of money that they know everything from what time I wake up in the morning, to what size boxers I wear. It's more than a little creepy.

 

 

I once caught one of my more persistent stalkerr, fan club girls hiding in a locker in the boy's locker room peeping at me while I was undressing. Luckily, I had only removed my shirt, and still had my pants on. That little stunt left me even more paranoid than before.

 

 

Whenever the school has parent teacher conferences, Mother of course attends to find out more about my “outstanding grades.” The group of fan girls blow kisses at me, saying their “I love you's” in front of mother. It's horribly embarrassing. I haven't even had a girlfriendno wait I dida human girl named Maya. Sadly it didn't last for two reasons.

 

 

First, and most damning, Youko wasn't too fond of her, not that she wasn't easy on the eyes. Maya is quite the looker, and quite intelligent as well. (So why didn't Youko like her?) A second reason I was forced to break it off was the simple fact that Maya didn't have the qualities I, or Youko for that matter, were looking for in a partner.

 

 

I saw her more as a friend than a lover, and I couldn't bear to cause her any harm. Mating, to fox demons, is meant for nothing more than pleasure; a fling. When kitsune have sex, they tend to feed off of their partner, absorbing their spiritual energy, leaving the victim drained and spiritually empty.

 

 

I could never bring myself to do something like that to Maya. She's such a sweet girl, and never did anything but care for and love me. Along with that issue, was the fact that Youko didn't really care if we stole her virginity. While this is extremely important to most humans, to demons that bed others routinely, it's of almost no consequence, their primary concern being the desire for a good hump. So, Maya and I went our separate ways, but still stay in touch with the occasional phone call, and are good pen pals.

 

 

Thank God this paranoia is going to end after today. I sighed, walking inside the front door of my high school and entering the building. The day went by quickly; same old classes I pass with flying colors, none of which present a true challenge, and same routine of avoiding the stalking teenage fan girls, drooling all over me, kissing the ground I walk on, only serving to add to Youko's already tremendous ego.

 

 

I sat in my last class, next to the window, trying to stay awake and concentrate through the boredom that was consuming me. It was the same material repeated over and over again, until the slower students could finally catch on. Youko's high intelligence far surpasses human curriculum, and he thinks it's a waste of his time to listen to such absurdities.

 

 

So, he usually wakes only at lunchtime, and when girls are hitting on me, or rather, us. It seemed today was no exception, for I could feel that his presence in the back of my mind had retreated into slumber. It figures. When I'm seriously bored, and need the senile fox to distract me, he's either asleep or giving me the silent treatment, and when I actually want him to shut up and stay on his side of my head, he blabs nonstop. The irony of it all!

 

 

I tilted my head to the side, scanning the trees for any sign of the fire apparition that can usually be found hiding there. Strange, though, today he isn't there. My sharp eyes never miss the signs of his presence, and I am one of only a few, including Yuusuke, Shizuru, and sometimes Kurabara that can sense his aura. Nope, he's definitely not there. Sighing deeply, I leaned back into the wooden chair, wincing at the loud creaking it made with my every movement.

 

 

Hiei would often entertain me in my bored or solitary moments, talking either about upcoming missions, or matters taking place in Makai, or here in Ningenkai.

 

 

He's actually quite the chatterbox when we're alone, but to others, he rarely speaks, giving them his famous “hn” as his all-purpose one-liner. Lately, he has bestowed upon Yuusuke and Kurabara the pleasure of his conversation. Granted, it's mostly insults, or him mocking their stupidity or inane antics, but for him to say anything to them is a measure of his growing respect for the other members of the Reikai-tentai.

 

 

Thinking of Hiei, reminded me of the fact that he hasn't been around much lately. I barely see him, nor do the others and Koenma hardly ever has to record a new incident involving the volatile apparition. In fact, Hiei's behavior, what we've seen of it, has been quite… good. Very odd. Indeed, it screams mystery to me, and is a puzzle I am eager to solve. Now, though, all I can do is wait until graduation. Then in my free time I'll drop by Reikai to sniff out some clues in an attempt to discover the mystery of my little fire demon friend.

 

 

Besides, if I don't, Youko's curiosity combined with mine wouldn't allow me to focus on anything else. There's no harm in a little reconnaissance, it's a trait we foxes are cursed with; an insatiable need to solve any puzzle presented to us. Besides, it would be done with the best interests of a dear friend in mind. Well, that's how Youko would put it, anyway. Tapping an index finger on the wooden desk, I continued counting down the minutes until the bell rang, releasing me from this torture.

 

 

Five…four…three…two…one…RING!RIN G! The bell ending this chapter of my life sounded, giving me the freedom to return to my home. Goodbye Meiou high! For good!