Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Leave My Heart Out Of It! ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 6 )

Heya! Here’s the next chapter of Leave My Heart Out Of It! Kurama will sing in this one due to request from my good friend SGS. Oh, and…I’m kind of lost on what kind of demon Harry should be. I was wondering…cause my friend KawaiiNekoYokai and myself started this idea and we made him a Veela. He could become the demon equivalent of a Veela, a certain type of demon, or…aw, hell! I’ll just come up with it myself!   Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, YuYu Hakusho, or Papa Roach. Don’t ask.   Leave My Heart Out Of It: Chapter Five: Dark Moon and Inheritance Part Two   Harry sat in shock. “I can’t be a demon. It’s not possible. One of my ancestors would have had to be one!” “Harry, have any of your ancestors been Japanese?” “Yes…my mom was ¼ Japanese from what I’ve heard, why?” “How can you be half-Japanese?” “My great-grandfather on my mother’s side moved here from Japan and married a British woman.” “Harry…could your mother have been a demon?” “It’s possible…but…I don’t even want to know what kind. Ugh…” Harry covered his nose and ears and they knew that his senses were going into overload. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. But…for some reason he smells like…a kitsune of some kind…” Kia said thoughtfully. Harry blinked. “Wait…I’m a kitsune?” “Apparently. Probably one of those mountain kitsune’s that control animals and stuff. You smell like…stormy air…cinnamon…and star-gazer lilies.” Harry rose an eyebrow and Kurama, who shrugged. “Just saying it as I smell it.” “And what did I smell like before?” “A pansy.” “Oh…HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU!!!!!!!!! Just for that, you sing next.” Kurama blinked, then shook his head. Harry gave him a pout, then a small whine escaped his throat. “Please, Rama?” Kurama visibly melted. “Fine. Jeeze, just stop looking at me like that!” Kurama went over to the DJ and whispered something in his ear. The DJ smirked and nodded. The red-haired fox made his way onto the stage as heavy guitar beat through the speakers.   I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to ever tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
and I don't need to
because I'm getting away with murder

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to ever tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away) Getting away with murder   Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
what creates my own madness
and I'm addicted to your punishment
and you're the master
and I am craving this disaster   I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to ever tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)   I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
getting away with murder
it isn't possible
to ever tell the truth
but the reality is I'm getting away with murder   Kurama stretched and got off the stage amidst many applause via the crowd. Kurama wasn’t really much of a singer, but his looks and the leather that encased his lean form, caused many applause and more drooling than anything. “Great job, Kurama. But…why’d you pick Papa Roach? I thought you’d hate that stuff.” Harry blinked in surprise. Kurama shrugged. “I just felt like it. Also, it’s Yusuke’s favorite song.” It was now about two in the morning…and Harry yawned widely, his jaws snapping back together loudly. Kia caught this. “Aw, are you tired, Harry?” “No.” Kia rose a delicate, golden eyebrow at him. “Yeah, and I’m a bat demon. Guys! Harry’s about to turn into a pumpkin here!” “Kay, let me go find Minako. I think she’s dancing with a friend of hers.” Kurama took off into the crowd, and pulled Minako away from her dance partner with a polite, ‘sorry.’ “What’s up?” she asked, a little annoyed. “Harry’s about to turn into a pumpkin. Oh, and he got his inheritance.” “Really? What is he?” “A mountain/woodland kitsune.” “Neat.” They reached the table just as ‘Somewhere I Belong’ came on in Japanese. Harry was already asleep, head on Yusuke’s shoulder. Yusuke sweatdropped. “Dude, this kid sleeps through anything.” Minako smirked. “Let’s get home. Yusuke, you carry him. Then, we’ll all go home…to our separate homes.” Yusuke heaved the newly-made kitsune onto his back and piggy-backed him to Minako’s house. He flopped him onto the couch, and left after saying good-bye to Minako. Minutes after, Minako came back to the couch with a blanket and laid it over his sleeping form. She couldn’t help but smile at his peaceful face. ‘He looks like a little boy. Let’s hope that Karasu doesn’t come over to sleep tonight.’ Jinx! (Three in the morning)   Harry shifted on the couch, laying on his back, hair tousled over the pillow on the couch. A dark shadow climbed in through the window, and walked silently over to the couch, and looked down at him. Dark, violet eyes looked down at the boy on the couch, and he nudged him. Harry groaned in his sleep. Nudge. “Go away.” He murmured. Karasu sighed, pushing back a few strands of his hair. ‘I really wish that he’d get off my couch. That’s where I sleep.’ (For those of you who are confused, Minako sometimes has demon fugitives hiding out in her house, and Karasu is a regular guest.) A smirk came to the crow’s face as he looked at Harry’s calm, flawless face save for the scar on his forehead. The crow removed his metal mask and his smirk was visible. ‘Couldn’t hurt to have a little fun.’ With that thought, Karasu leaned down towards the boy. (Shit.)   Seconds later, the whole house was shaken awake by Harry’s scream.   A/N: Well, guess I’ll leave it here. Later! Until next weekend!