InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Real Folk Blues ❯ Thinking over the unknown ( Chapter 10 )

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Title: The Real Folk Blues

Author: Adorkablebanana

 

A/N: Thank you folks for all the wonderful feedback and the patience. Life tends to get in the way and it limits me to update more frequent. I hope this chapter is sufficient enough until the next one. To drop in a little YYH fact, yes, it is true Shizuru aspires to be a Beautician. There's a mention of it in the manga.

 

Chapter 10: Thinking over the unknown

 

P. O. V. D: Kagome.

 

"A man in love is incomplete until he has married, then he is finished."

- Zsa Zsa Gabor.

 

 

“Koenma's going to have a cow now. This shit is more serious.”

 

Kurabara closed his eyes shut, leaning his forehead against the cold surface of the door. He stood outside the door of his place at three in the morning. Holding his keys in a clammy hand, for a brief moment he hesitated pushing the key in the keyhole in the door and turning the knob to go inside straight to bed. Kurabara reflected the situation over and over and over again.

 

Yuusuke wasn't on his case like he expected him to be. All right, Yuusuke tried to have a word with him about his leapt of absence from missions. It wasn't one or two; it was a good five meetings he skipped out on. He left the house and met up with him two blocks up his place because Yuusuke called and threatened to come knocking the door down and dragging his ass out.

 

Kurabara wasn't sure about letting Yuusuke know about Kagome just yet. He had a weird feeling about saying anything about her to the guys. He wasn't even sure he could trust her himself.

 

But…Kagome is such a sweet girl. How can he sell her out without knowing the truth from her? And in doing so Kurabara bought his time and took Shizuru's advice to keep everything about Kagome hushed up. Walking into the alley that night brought on a set of situations Kurabara wasn't entirely sure he wanted to deal with.

 

The dead woman, demons on the loose and the possibility of a string a murders at hand put Kurabara in a bad, bad position. What are they going to do?

 

And for the matter, is Kagome connected to this any form?

 

Kurabara hoped those harsh thoughts were only his paranoia's assumptions.

 

 

~…~

 

 

The white flower, this little fragile plant bugged me. It bugged me a lot. And disturbed me much more than any vegetation did. I couldn't help but think about the flower. The wilting little carnation stashed in my pocket brought up so many new uproarious questions. Kikyou mainly. Why was she in my dream? What was she rambling about in the first place? Not ramble, she doesn't do that, she's more straightforward. She definitely got straight to the point.

 

Am I going crazy? Taking random trips down memory lane or was it guilt lane? As hard as I try to persuade my stubborn head that nothing weird went on absolutely nothing, nada, zilch. The obsolete voice known as my doubt and conscious hounded on the pieces of proof this wasn't only a dream.

 

And for some awkward reason my heart tells me to…trust her?

 

Yes, trust the woman of many faces--I think not!

 

That…that…ooh! I don't even know what to refer to her as. Kikyou tried to rid herself of me more than once and I didn't do anything to deserve it in the first place. I understood her hold and bond to InuYasha, it roots all the way to many years in the feudal era time.

 

It's acceptable for her to dislike me. I did, after all, 'swooped down' on InuYasha's feelings. Yet do I completely deserve this? How is it my fault?

 

I fell in love with him. I didn't expect or planned to but I did. I fell for him not by first glance of course.

 

How can people fall truly in love like that? I don't believe in the concept `love at first sight.' Lust or attraction, yes, but not love.

 

My affections developed slowly as we got to know one another better. Flourishing slowly, like the seasons' change. What started as a winter ended in a spring. We knew each other as we traveled together, collecting shards with Sango, Shippou and Miroku.

I was in love and still am in love with InuYasha. There's no force around that can change that. Nothing. My heart continues to beat for him…

 

I touched the soft petals of the carnation, my fingers fiddling automatically on its own accord. Now that I think about it, the flower kind of symbolizes Kikyou in a way. Pale, beautiful, elegant, and unexplainable--a small description of her.

 

I zoned off in thought, I've been doing that a lot lately and the harder I tried to forget it comes back slamming with greater vigor. Shizuru, who is currently sitting beside me on the sofa in the living room, her feet crossed over one another, resting on the ledge of the coffee table. She's literally kicking back, watching one of her favorite afternoon talk shows.

 

She offered me tea on schedule, secretly I think she enjoys role-playing as my nurse and I as the sick patient in need of attention. I declined, pressing my back against the soft, leathery couch. She shrugged, resuming to her attention on the tube and shouting occasionally: “Hit that dickhead with the chair!”

 

Boy, does she love violent talk shows. She tapes them on a daily basis. I think it's all just a set up for entertainment, really, do you think actual people with true marriage problems and issues would valiantly go on live television and exploit themselves. I think not!

 

Well, the people I know do have violent tendencies and they could destroy a talk show set in one taping. An image of Yuusuke flinging a chair at the host for suggesting he's two-timing Keiko with me and Botan and the red car next door came to mind. I squelched that idea like a roach under my shoe. The real world's screwier than the telly. Whatever the topic for today's show didn't matter to me, my concentration span was of a fly today, sadly.

 

The only thing overworking my head is thoughts of Kikyou.

 

Kikyou, Kikyou, Kikyou, Kikyou and lastly Kikyou's all my brain functioned on. My brain rewinding and playing out each scene of the dream down to its final detail. I can't get over how real she looked and everything surrounding us.

 

The feel of her hands touching my face, tucking in the carnation behind my ear, the smell of herbs that clings to her is too real to be a fictive hoax. Mostly her elegant, polished voice calling my name. It felt like silk against me. “Kagome...”

 

“Kagome.”

 

“Kagome.”

 

“Hey, Earth to Kagome!”

 

--Huh? What?

 

“Hello, Kagome? Are you okay?” A hand waved in front of my eyes and what grabbed my attention were Shizuru's slender fingers snapping together.

 

A bit startled, I whipped my head in her direction, the expression she wore full of apprehension. Yep, I zoned out again. No doubt about it.

 

“Kagome, are you okay? I've been calling you for the past ten minutes, you haven't responded. You looked like you were hypnotized or in a trance.” Shizuru leaned forward, inspecting me like a Nurse to a patient (see, role playing Nurse). I turned my head as she examined me, uncomfortable by her ministrations. “Shizuru, I'm fine. Just spaced out a little.”

 

She arched a brow skeptically. Her eyes flaring that suspicious flare. “Spaced out? Kazu spaces out more than a normal person does, you on the other hand beat the record.

 

There's something going on here and I'm not buying the 'spacing out' excuse,” she said, scowling in her Shizuru gone bitchy tone. “What's going on in that head of yours?”

 

I stood there staring at her in silence. No sign or grudge of anger presenting itself. I didn't know what to say or comment. She cornered me into a dead ally way with no avail to be sought. What do I tell her? How do I elaborate to someone about my totally, completely ludicrous troubles without sounding like the next upcoming patient in an asylum ward?

 

How is more the question then answer.

 

“Shizuru...I-I--oh look. The guy's bleeding. Chairs are dangerous to throw around.” I pointed at the television.

 

"Kagome."

 

"Geez, the blood's just oozing out," I said, suddenly interested in the heavy hemorrhage and the victorious woman grinding her platform heel in the small of the twitching guy's back. “You think they pay them extra?”

 

Shizuru gripped my chin, turning me to look her straight in the eye. Eek! "Kagome. Talk. Now."

 

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." My, what a strong grip she has. I don't want to find out what she can use them for.

 

"Oh, I think you do. Don't play stupid with me. There's something bothering you and I want to know."

 

"But...why is it--"

 

"Because I can," she gritted out, making me flinch. This is a first, a girl managing to get under my skin, (Kikyou was one of the few girls that managed to do that.) No wonder Kazuma runs when she gives him a look. It's evil I tell you.

 

"Okay, Okay. I give, I give." I raised both my hands up in surrender. I don't think I can match Shizuru in a verbal bout; she looks like the type to get violent. Plus the cops never suspect a woman to be murderous. “Ah, fudge.” Hey, it's a better substitute than cursing. I want to keep my words in check. I swear, once you adopt phrases like shit or bitch in your vocabulary it's very difficult to remove. Like a period stain on tight white jeans--eh, bad example, but it gets the point across.

 

Besides, Shizuru's new habit of correcting 'good girl' language is beginning to annoy me. She says to loosen up and let what I feel out. Having a potty mouth isn't freedom, for me at least. Isn't she supposed to advise the reverse? Ah, forget it. I always lose the argument.

 

“I don't even know where to begin. If I tell you what's going on you'll think I'm crazy.” I trained my eyes down. Embarrassed right now. She let go. I haven't realized her hands loosening on me.

 

Shizuru leaned back, pushing her loose hair back from her face in a tired gesture.

"Really?"

 

"Yes."

 

I got to my feet, moving to leave the room, maybe the house but Shizuru's curt voice halted my actions. “Try me.”

 

Try me? Tch, please! “Try you, how? If I tell you now the next thing before I know it I'll end up in a youth center, talking about my 'feelings.' Thanks, but I think I'll pass.”

 

"Is that so?"

 

"Yes, it is."

 

"Kiddo, just sit down." She pulled me back to sit plush on the couch. “I already figured a lot about you without any response or help from you.

 

I furrowed my brows, shifting her one of my questioning looks. "How so? You can't judge me by mere observation, you know."

 

“I know that already. I'm not labeling you if that's what you're thinking."

 

"That wouldn't be fair if you did."

 

"I know that perfectly well."

 

"Then, what are you saying?" I asked.

 

"I'm saying you're not ordinary.”

 

Great, my reputation as the oddball proceeds me. What else is new? "I get that a lot."

 

"I'm sure you do, but I meant you're aren't like the rest of the girls and boys at school, or for the matter, normal people." Shizuru set her critical eye on me, knowing fully well what she referred to.

 

I swallowed that familiar lump of nerves stuck in my throat. My eyes widened, as I felt suddenly cold. How--how did she…I giggled nervously. Pushing strands of my hair behind an ear. "Are you sure?" Maybe if I play it off she won't go on it anymore.

 

"Positive. Don't act all cute with me; I know what I'm talking about. I can feel it." She popped in a cigarette, lighting the end unaffected by the shocking and dirty look I gave her. Shizuru swung over a long slender leg, seating herself more comfortably as she pleased. Her hazel eyes bore into mine knowingly, acknowledging the hidden masked facts I blocked from her, Kazuma, and everyone else. I can feel her stripping me layer by layer with those cool, stern eyes. The jig is up. “I suggest you make yourself comfortable, it's going to be a long talk. Don't think you can fool me anymore.”

 

The panic must've shown on my face for her to say that. What do I do now! I felt exactly like a panicking deer caught in front of flashing headlights. Stuck and cornered to a cut off road and with the dying plan whether to chance fate or escape.

 

This is the third person to uncover my masquerade. First Yuusuke, Hiei and now Shizuru. If it was difficult in the beginning to stride over this problem imagining the session about to proceed grates my nerves on end. The mixture of jittering emotions swirled in the inners of my tummy. I think I`m gong to be sick.

 

“Relax. I heard strange and awkward before, there's barely any new stories that will scare me,” she assured me with confidence only the wise possess. She took another drag, releasing the smoke from her pink-slicked lips. Everything in her attitude welcomed the option to lay the trust on her. Yeah I suppose I could do that--not! This isn't like the stories she seen on T.V. These are very real life (strange) occurrences many don't experience. This is paranormal, almost loony stuff we're talking here!

 

“Kagome, say something,” she said, with that authorizing tone.

 

Sighing in submission, I slumped down in my spot. Predicting possible outcomes of this little chat did not fair well with me. Maybe I should have run when I had the chance? The opportunity still looks tempting to take on. Shizuru most likely catch me if I try. I stayed planted in my cozy spot ready for what's next. I'm going to regret this.

 

“What do you feel about me that's so different?” I asked politely. I had to know. If she figured me out I want my answers too. Fair's fair.

 

Shizuru raised brows hairline high. The look enough to say she's impressed or I'm really nosy. I prefer to go with impressed instead. “Fair enough. You simply do, Kagome-chan.” She smirked. I frowned. Not cool.

 

“If that's the case, Shizuru-chan, then how can I trust you?” I countered back, still polite as I can be.

 

“Hm, interesting,” she muttered, laughing that throaty laugh of hers. “You don't.”

 

She's not giving in anytime soon. We both could be here forever treading on the same time. At least until an anime starts. “Shizuru, come on. Tell me. We haven't known each other for long but I do trust you, I'm asking for the same reasons you're asking me what I'm `suppose' to be. Let's be frank with each other.”

 

“You want to be frank now, kid?”

 

“Like you do.”

 

“Fine. Let's be frank and come clean.” Shizuru twisted slightly in her end of the couch to face me. Her pristine white button up shirt flashed a good degree of shapely collarbone to the public. She appeared delicate under her clothing, a delicate not many see or believe. I breathed in a breath of air before she fumed the air with an exhale full of smoke. “You want to know how I knew about you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Okay, number one: you're kind of healing a little too fast for a normal person. Not inhuman speed but its not natural.”

 

“I eat well and take my vitamins daily.”

 

“Don't try to be funny, kiddo.” She apparently didn't like my little stab at sarcasm. “I know that this isn't because you are in top shape, you're average by natural standards but this healing thing ain't natural and it shouldn't be natural for someone of your status. I would know, I did study medics in University for a couple of semesters.”

 

“Medic? I thought you didn't like that branch of study,” I said.

 

“I don't but I took it anyway to fore fill a curiosity. I'm interested in enrolling for Beauty School to learn how to do all the works in order to become a Beautician. Now that you know and we got that out of the way don't change the subject,” she cut across the matter all together.

 

This clears up my suspicions on her constant fuss with my hair. I thought she leaned towards girls more than guys. Careless assumption. “I hope you achieve it.”

 

“As do I.” Shizuru smiled. “Reason number two: I'm clairvoyant in certain ways.”

 

Now I'm surprised, no really I am. That explains that how she picked up on my aura. I didn't think whatever power I possess is dominant enough for others to pick up. What are the odds I meet with a person spiritually aware. Slim to none. “Really?” I sounded like a naïve, gullible child, I immediately felt embarrassed of my ignorance. Shizuru just didn't fit the part, I can't dodge the belief she needs to be more…more flamboyant, creepy and clothed in bright patterned robes with a turban over her head or appear like a follower of a shrine, but Shizuru's none of those things, she's just Shizuru.

 

“Yeah. Now what's the deal with you?” she asked, the cigarette dangling from her lips. She could talk around a cig better than anyone I'd ever met.

 

“I don't know where to start.” My insides twittered, flopping in uncomfortable lurching swirls. I felt sick already, no correction, I am sick. I debated whether to feed her a lie or spill the naked truth to her. Shizuru will probably sniff it out anyways; lying to her is like swindling a con artist or fooling a top of the line lawyer with a feeble lie. Like Yuusuke says, it ain't happening.

 

Shizuru's sharp and precise the majority of the time. There's no way to worm my way out. I wondered if she could read minds, is she reading my thoughts? She wouldn't be inquiring me persistently if she did. I hoped not, to have my mind invaded stripped me of my personal privacy and a nakedness I can't begin to describe. I quashed the chance, I rather not know.

 

Better face it now or later…though later is preferable than right now. Come on Kagome. Courage now, you can do it. “I…na…um...” Oh nice work, real slick. A real tiger. I'm definitely not ready.

 

“I have all day to sit here and wait till you say something. Explain when you're ready. You can trust me,” she said, with a docile smile that ordinarily wouldn't have suited her.

 

“I still say you won't believe a word I'm about to say.”

 

“Try me.”

 

`Try me.' It's that simple? What have I gotten myself into now? I'm going to regret this a million times over, I think.

 

Nope. I am going to regret it.

 

 

 

~…~

 

 

Hiei rejoiced in topping Kurama's guesses on his current lifestyle. Kurama wasn't the least bit amused. Kurama ignored the cackling demon, Hiei's mirthful laughter bouncing off the inner walls of the kitsune's mind. The Youko agreed with Kurama on finding nothing amusing about Hiei's little “victory”.

 

Kurama walked ahead into the forest, the forests right outside the outskirts of the city, where he normally found comfort in a leisure walk into the forest, his domain, except this walk was no peaceful one, they are hunting. Kurama took the ground floor, Hiei the trees. Kurama didn't have to look up to know Hiei's right above him. “All right then, enlighten me with your current station then.”

 

“And why the hell should I do that?” Hiei eloquently put it.

 

“Why so secretive?”

 

“Why do you care?”

 

“Maybe I'm jealous I don't have you to myself?”

 

“That joke is becoming very old, very fast.”

 

“Oh, don't be a spoiled sport,” Kurama said, turning on the charming smile.

 

Hiei didn't feel remotely touched by it. He leapt down from his spot on the branch, walked ahead, shaking his head. “Why are you such a cynic? Is the fact that I am getting some and well, you aren't, bothering you?” Hiei said, calm enough that Kurama stopped in his place, surprised.

 

*Did I hear the little runt well? Did he just--?*

 

*Oh, he definitely did.*

 

Kurama analyzed the demon looking at him from behind a shoulder and he had to hand it to him, he had nerve and lots of it. Of course, Hiei's one of the few he knew well enough capable of backing his words up. “That burned.”

 

“Playing with fire can do that.” Hiei replied, continuing forward.

 

Kurama laughed at that. “You sure can weave together the most eloquent of words.”

 

“Isn't that a fact already?”

 

“In matters of the heart it is,” Kurama started again, unable to contain himself.

 

Peeved, Hiei stormed ahead, leaving the kitsune on his own. “You're asking for a suicide here.”

 

Kurama followed at his own leisure; if it were possible a high-five was in order for Kurama and his kitsune half. Hiei angered too easily nowadays. “All I am curious about is about if the rumors are true, nothing more.”

 

“Since when did you take it upon yourself to pry into other's personal lives, mine specifically?”

 

“Since you have been popping in and out of mine and refuse to share a tidbit of your own interesting adventures.”

 

Hiei brushed Kurama off. “Not telling.”

 

“Which makes the persistence stronger,” Kurama responded, idly. “Overall, my intentions aren't sinister—”

 

“For once.”

 

“No, the Youko's is another matter all together. He doesn't like certain individuals that intrigue him allude him without notice.”

 

“I'm ignoring that, Kurama.” Hiei didn't inform the kitsune how disturbing it was he continued to refer to the `Youko' side of him as a separate entity. Perhaps it was after all the transitions the redhead overcame and Hiei isn't aware of the whole process, but a little feeling left after firsthand observations from the sidelines unease the fire youkai.

 

There are some things in this world that meant to be hidden and unexplained, at least for Hiei, he wasn't interested at this moment. Maybe later on he'll look further into it.

 

“You do that,” Kurama said.

 

This kitsune aggravated him more and more.

 

Hiei decided to continue ignoring him. Going home and dealing with certain people is enough to give a human with high blood pressure a stroke. This kitsune was so not adding to the routine headaches.

 

“No trace of much activity to look for,” Hiei murmured, ready to bolt home at any given second. They were at it for a while now; it's time to call it a quits.

 

“Come again?”

 

“There are no signs of demonesses roaming this area or any of the other areas we patrolled. We should call it a night,” Hiei suggested blandly.

 

“And when has this careless attitude developed? In the past it was usually you who pushed us to resume on a task without a single drop of delays. Where has that Hiei gone?” Kurama said, slightly surprised and amused.

 

Hiei hardened his eyes, directing his line of sight elsewhere. He had a point, and he hated when he had a point because it was always a very detailed point. Kurama paid too much mind to his surroundings, then again, so did Hiei. “He's gone nowhere.”

 

“All right.” Kurama made it seem like he didn't believe him. Hiei had it. He was calling it a night whether Kurama liked it or not. He slowly headed towards the shadows. Kurama called after him, “Leaving?”

 

“Seems that way,” Hiei said, with a rising smirk curling his lips. “Don't let nightly stalkers have their way with you.”

 

“Hysterical, Hiei.”

 

“Hn.” And he was gone.

 

Kurama was left to his own devices, which wasn't new for him, and he, too, decided to call it a night. No Ki signals of the sort reached his senses for the entire day.

 

As if irony suddenly wanted to approach him, a stream of youki flooded the clearing.

 

Kurama sighed audibly, wondering about this wonderful luck taking place at inconvenient moments at inconvenient times. Simply thrilling.

 

*And you wonder why I don't take dates on nightly strolls.

 

*The ladies will never have a boring time.*

 

*Watching us decapitate a demon isn't what most healthy women appreciate watching.*

 

*Depends on the type of woman to be accurate. Remember Sunako-chan? She creams herself over slasher films. A headless corpse should do the trick to bring her to her climax.*

 

*Sunako-chan wasn't what you would call a mentally stable person, she doesn't count for the majority of women.*

 

*Never say never, Shuuichi.*

 

*Where are my manners? It's rude to call an insane person insane.*

 

*That would be hypocritical of you. *

 

*Lately, when am I not?*

 

Kurama was surprisingly serene for a person about to encounter a situation with the supernatural. He was on guard—when is he not?—yet it could be mistaken for a lazy front. Kurama almost stifled a laugh at how cliché and ironic this whole thing was going to be.

 

And like most clichés including him, this one was going to end with a predictable conclusion.

 

Kurama stepped out, where the circle of trees surrounded him in all directions. “Come out. Hiding while doing nothing to mask your scent and power insults a demon of my age. Taunting will get you nowhere you want to go,” Kurama said in a clear, direct tone.

Shivering giggles echoed, rippling around in every direction circling Kurama. A second later a pair of small feet touched the grass, rippling beneath her in a tiny gust of youki.

Kurama extracted his hands from his pants pockets, leaving them out, prepared. “Demoness, but I wonder which one you could be?”

 

“Wonder? Nay, I believe you already know which one I am, you have been looking for me for quite a bit of time,” she said.

 

“Only a few days, nothing entirely time consuming. I wasn't searching for you specifically. Whichever demoness came up first I'm roping in, the difference doesn't matter. You know the saying, tomatoe, tomato.”

 

“OOOh, how ruuudde! You deserve to be punished,” the demoness replied back, not sounding entirely too offended as she carried on, “how should I punish you? Any recommendations you'd like to offer up?”

 

“Sorry, none in particular I can think up off the top of my head.”

 

“Then, the old fashion way should do it,” she said, saucily. She stepped out of the shadows, coming to view more clearly. Even in the heavy dark lighting, Kurama could see how attractive this voluptuous demoness was. The typical features: small elfin ears, knee-length, wavy, dark purple hair, beautiful face, tall and she knew very well of the great beauty within her possession.

 

Kurama wasn't moved by it as she expected him to be and the way her full lips frowned showed her disappointment he wasn't stupefied silly and able to use her looks to her advantage.

 

In the violet slip of a dress she sported, she reached in her thigh holster and retrieved a long, fine blade; it could pass as a spike. “You're pretty handsome for a human. It's almost a pity to dispose of you without an opportunity to have some fun,” the demoness said. She pounced, in mid-air the spike's length grew to the size of a sword, she brought it down with such great force Kurama felt the heavy gush of wind pass him as he dodged, out of its way. Kurama reached down to rip a blade of grass as he rushed out of the blade's way. The moment the demoness raised her weapon towards him, Kurama summoned the Grass Blade and crossed swords with her. Kurama pushed his weight into pushing her back and away, a good distance back.

 

“Ah, so the boy knows some moves,” she laughed. She charged him, leaping up; she attacked him with a series of blows Kurama blocked with his sword. He continued to block and divert her blows as she accelerated. “Ah, come now. Don't tell me you're getting tired. I'm just warming up.”

 

“Talk does nothing,” Kurama replied, catching a spike-dagger she hurled at him.

 

Back flipping to an upper branch of the surrounding trees, she gracefully stood in her perch. “Try stopping these,” she cackled, as she materialized a couple dozens of spike-daggers, hurling them, they rained down, whizzing in a circular pattern towards Kurama, he shifted and moved quickly of the way, dodging each one headed towards him, blocking a few out of his way with the help of his Grass Blade.

 

It all happened in just a few careless seconds. Kurama wasn't as quick as she was to catch him off guard. She materialized with unparallel speed, thrusting her long, fine blade into him. Kurama managed to turn before she stuck him in the chest. She pierced his shoulder and the sharp pain digging into him had him grinding his teeth. “Pity, I missed your heart, but we can fix that—”

 

Kurama pulled the blade in deeper—surprising the demoness—ripping through the other side, he pulled it in more till he had a handle grip amount of blade to grasp in his hands. Kurama shattered the piece off and jabbed it into the stunned demoness' right eye.

 

She shrieked and howled, falling back onto the cool, soaked grass, holding the steeping section of her face. Blood gushed out. She cursed and squirmed. Kurama's hand reached into his tresses for a seed. He flicked it on the youkai tossing and turning on the ground in agony. Her cries, “My face! My face! My beautiful face!” grated against his eardrums.

 

Snapping his fingers, the seed stubbornly settled on the woman's abdomen, in seconds time sprouting from it, tentacle-size vines wrapped around the woman's body. Wrapping and coiling, her screams were muffled as the vines cocooned her in a pod shaping over the wiggling vines.

 

The neutral, unchanging green eyes of Kurama stared at the still green lump wordlessly.

The remaining length of the blade was stuck in his shoulder. He wasn't looking forward to extracting the blasted thing out. *There's one beautiful site there. Don't you agree, Shuuichi-chan?*

 

*I wouldn't say that exactly, more along the lines of peaceful.* His smiled, even though he didn't really mean to. The old side of him where he enjoyed the scenary after a fight emerged a little. Kurama winced holding the wound. If he didn't get out of here and back to the house he'll have a problem at hand, the problem with his human body losing blood and prune to infection.

 

“Should I phone the boys on this?” Kurama said out loud.

 

*How would we explain this to two boys that feel ill and cowardly involving a woman in any form of violence?*

 

*No it is.*

 

Luckily no one lurked about to see him drag the cocoon out of the silent, dark forest.