Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Transfusion ❯ Frustrations ( Chapter 1 )

So . . . do you want to do something?

 

Kurama: . . .No.

 

Aw, why not? It'll be fun!

 

Kurama: With your twisted mind, I don't think I trust “fun.”

 

Seriously, it is!

 

Kurama: Fine, I'll bite. What is it?

 

I'm going to invite a friend over! *gets out phone and starts dialing*

 

Kurama: Dare I ask—who?

 

Oh . . . no one special . . .

 

Kurama: If he's a fanatic, emotionally unstable, mentally unstable, physically unstable, anything unstable, or is anywhere at all like you . . . I don't want to meet her . . .

 

Hush, hush . . . Yes? I want you to come over right away . . . There's someone you need to . . . *smiles enthusiastically* meet!

 

Kurama: Yes, I do not want to meet him.

 

Who said it was a him?

 

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~~Chapter1~~

~Frustrations~

 

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Yusuke glowered. “There ain't no way!”

 

“Why?” Keiko asked.

 

“I'm not going to no library!” he bellowed.

 

“And why not?”

 

“Libraries mess with your brain!”

 

“No they don't! They give you knowledge!” When Yusuke rolled his eyes, she continued, “Knowledge you need to pass finals!”

 

“I don't need any knowledge to pass! I do it all the ti—”—he cut himself off as he rethought what he was going to say and continued—“Well, I did it before!”

 

Keiko came close to slapping her forehead. “You nitwit! You see? You need to come to the library with me and study!”

 

“No!”

 

“Why? Do you want to fail?”

 

Yusuke glared at her. “I don't care! I've already got my career!”

 

“Oh, right! And being a detective is going to get you through life!” she screamed sarcastically at him, furious.

 

“Alright! If I go, will you shut up?”

 

Keiko returned his glare. “That's not a reason to go!”

 

“Will you?!”

 

“No! You need to take these things more responsibly! You're acting like a Jr. High kid! Baka!”

 

His face flushed as he saw red. “That's it!” he screamed, whirling around. “I don't need to hear this! I don't need a little suck-up sissy like you running my life anymore!”

 

“I never ran it! You just never took care of it!” she argued, not showing that the barb he gave her actually struck true.

 

“Yeah? Well, stay out of it from now on!” he retaliated over his shoulder, continuing to storm off.

 

“Baka,” she whispered, her vision blurring for a second as she rapidly blinked to keep her tears in.

 

I shouldn't be getting so emotional . . . We're always fighting anymore . . . He's just—just tired of someone else taking care of him, I suppose, she told herself sadly as she turned and headed for the library. He'll apologize later like he always does . . . right? He always does . . .

 

She saw him whirl around the corner in that stubborn, damaged-pride sulk of his. Or . . . Maybe I could drop by his house and apologize to him for once . . .

 

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Kagome woke shaking and shivering as she bolted up in her bed, sheets and quilt sticking to her damp-with-sweat body. She forced in a ragged breath and slowly let it out. Just a nightmare, she told herself. A nightmare where Naraku some how came through the well, but a nightmare nonetheless; and nightmares aren't real . . .

 

Her nerves still rattled, Kagome clenched her hand, desperate to feel her treasure. When her hand was empty, Kagome flung her blanket off of her and searched her mattress. Finding her target, Kagome cradled the Jewel her hand against her chest, as though it was her sanctuary. In a way, it is . . . she told herself before wincing. I'm getting too attached to the Feudal Era— Suddenly, Kagome remembered why she had the Jewel to begin with. The well!

 

Kicking off her blankets and sheets, she rapidly changed her clothes in a record time and raced down the stairs with an incredibly fast, “Yes-mom-good-morning-to-you-too-it-looks-great-but-I-gotta-go-see-ya -later!” thrown in the direction of her mother, who had greeted her with a steaming plate of breakfast in the table.

 

“Dear, are you staying home long enough for a return to school—?” the rest of her mother's sentence was cut off by the slamming of the door to the well house. Her mother frowned before turning and walking back into the house, closing the front door.

 

“InuYasha . . . I hope this works . . .” Kagome mumbled as she leapt over the lip of the well. Her mind desperately pleaded for the well to be open, that yesterday had been a glitch or something . . .

 

But when Kagome landed harshly on the ground, the impact knocking her off-balance, the awful truth sank in. It—It's—It's sealed! her mind wailed. Her body shook as she put a hand on her mouth to stifle a scream and a sob. No!

 

Her mind went hay-wire.

 

It's not! It's not closed off! It wouldn't do that to me! It's not. It's not! It's—It's— Her mind refused to believe the truth, despite the hard-core evidence that was right before her.

 

She was shaking with emotion as she turned and clumsily made her way out of the well house. She didn't even hesitate when she turned in the opposite direction and continued on her trek. She was biting her lip—hard—with her head bent down so no one would see her and question her to see if she was okay.

 

She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, really. She was just following her feet, stopping when she felt like it, turning when she had the urge, and running for completely no reason when she thought it would help. All she knew was that she had the urge to move, like that would help her situation.

 

When she finally reached what she thought to be her “destination,” she was breathing heavily from running, her pulse was pounding in her ears, and she was still shaking. She didn't even know where she was, only that it was secluded.

 

Am I even in the city anymore? she asked herself, placing her hands on her knees while she regained her breath.

 

Kagome finally looked up and saw a long staircase; it was definitely longer than the staircase leading to the shrine—that was for sure. She sniffed—since the exercise gave her a somewhat runny nose—as her curiosity temporarily overwhelmed her depression, and hesitantly started up the stairs. She was about halfway up when her legs were seriously starting to hurt, and she decided to run to the top to get the agony in her legs over with.

 

Panting even harder, Kagome looked around when she reached the top. She was surprised to find another shrine.

 

“Hello?” she called.

 

When there was no answer, she shrugged. I guess no one's home.

 

Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Kagome started walking around the area, a bit curious, and found a dojo as well. For training? she wondered.

 

She sighed as she leaned against a tree, relaxing. Kagome mentally thanked InuYasha for the training he forced her to go through to allow her to have more control of her miko powers. Now, she sharpened her senses and allowed her aura to feel for any danger while she was vulnerable—panting like a dog and not paying attention to her surroundings or looking for any demons.

 

Suddenly, her thoughts trailed back to what she dreaded to think about. I wonder what Naraku has in store for us? I mean, if he gave me the Jewel, he's got a plan, right? Figuring she was correct in her accusations, she thought about anything that he could possibly do to make himself more powerful.

 

She came up with nothing, however, after a long period of time. Kagome sighed again before pushing herself away from the tree, and heading home. This place has quite an effect on me . . . A good one, though. I think I'll come back again sometime . . .

 

After all, if she needed to think, where else was it going to get done?

 

Kagome nodded, quite pleased with herself for finding the shrine. Hopefully, no one lives there. If someone did, she'd have to ask permission to be on the property, and that would mean an explanation. And that would mean making another lie. And lying was something she was quickly getting tired of doing. But judging by the way the grounds were tidy, she guessed that someone did, indeed, live there.

 

Her thoughts suddenly halted when she picked up an aura that made her senses go on alert. Stiffening, she stopped and looked around, picking out each nearby thing's aura and searching for the right one.

 

She was surprised when someone barreled right into her. She was pushed aside and into the wall to the shrine that was behind her.

 

Kagome managed a surprised sound—a mix of a squeak and a word. She was even more surprised when she discovered the aura was coming from that person. “Um . . .” she uttered in astonishment.

 

It was then she was able to see the person more clearly—the boy more clearly. He had dark hair that seemed to be gelled back, a green uniform complete with black shoes, and a laid back posture with his hands resting—no, shoved into his pockets. Squinting, Kagome could see that his facial features were contorted with rage.

 

Swallowing, she debated whether or not she should risk talking to him. His aura was confusing. It was human-like, just like he appeared, but it was also ferocious and animal-like, just like a youkai's.

 

A hanyou?

 

He was raving about something. Though she couldn't make out what he was muttering, she heard a lot of curses and she didn't have to hear him clearly to know he was very pissed off. Kagome was just about to turn and leave, since he didn't seem to even notice he had rammed into her, when he slowed his speedy pace to a slow walk before stopping completely. The boy stopped suddenly and looked over his shoulder at her.

 

Kagome suddenly felt a little self-conscious and raised her hand in a small, shy wave.

 

“Hey,” she called. “Um . . . Is this your shrine? It's nice. I was just . . . upset earlier and stumbled—er, ran—upon it. I apologize if you're mad that I trespassed, but . . . Um . . .” she rattled on. He was giving her a blank look and she wasn't even sure if he was listening, so she changed the subject. “I noticed you had a dojo. Do you train or something? It's . . . um, fairly big, so I was thinking maybe you do major training or maybe you train others, like in a martial art or something . . . Or maybe your dad—or parents, rather—or guardian, even—train others, not you, since you seem a little young.” He didn't even blink, just stared at her, which made Kagome even more nervous, making her talk even faster. “I hope you're not mad at me or anything. Like I said before, I didn't purposely trespass; it was just an impulse, and a stupid one at that, so, um, I hope you can forgive me, and if you need me to apologize to anyone else who lives here, I can. I'm just having a . . . problem right now and . . . um . . . yeah,” she finished lamely, finding nothing else to say.

 

But mention that “problem” she was having made her want to get off that subject. “The shrine itself is nice. It's big and roomy. My grandfather owns a shrine, too, so—” her voice was getting quieter and quieter until she was barely audible.

 

“It's not mine.”

 

“Oh, well—” Kagome cut herself off and blinked twice. She hadn't expected him to answer. He had just been staring at her for so long that she was starting to think that maybe he didn't talk, or something. “O—Oh . . . Um, do you mind my asking whose it is?”

 

“She's not in right now, I guess.”

 

“She?” Kagome echoed.

 

“Yeah, Genkai's her name, and I s'pose training's her game.”

 

“Oh, I—I didn't know.”

 

The boy nodded. “So you've said.”

 

Kagome blinked in surprise. He had been paying attention to her blabbering. “Mind if I ask your name?”

 

He gave her a once over, as if looking for a hint of a threat. When he saw none, he reluctantly said, “Yusuke Urameshi.” There was a pause before he asked, “And you?”

 

“Kagome Higurashi, glad to meet you.” She walked within arms-reach and extended her hand.

 

Yusuke looked at it for a second before grinning and extending his own to shake her hand. “Yeah, the pleasure's mine.”

 

“Well, I gotta go,” Kagome said. “My mom doesn't know where I am, and she'll worry if I'm gone too long.”

 

Yusuke nodded and Kagome turned and started jogging for the staircase.

 

“Wait!” he called after her.

 

Kagome turned and gave him a questioning look. “Yeah?”

 

“How did you find this place?”

 

At Kagome's blank stare, he elaborated, “As you can probably see, this place isn't exactly a normal place for leisure walks; it's much too far on the outskirts of the city. Did you say you ran here?”

 

“Um, yeah; about that!” Kagome nervously scratched the back of her head. “I just had the urge to run and so I did!” she told him brightly.

 

“From where?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I mean”—he motioned with his hand towards the forest behind him—“how far did you go to get here. Where do you live?”

 

“Oh! In Tokyo.”

 

The look he gave her suggested a pair of wings were growing out of Kagome's ear, and she absentmindedly rubbed said appendage, just to make sure there was nothing there. “Something wrong?” she asked him.

 

Yusuke shook his head in reply. “No, that's just . . . unexpected, is all. I live there, too, you see. And to go from Tokyo to here isn't exactly an every-day happening.”

 

“Erm,” Kagome uttered, a little abashed.

 

“But, I suppose you're not an every-day person, are you?”

 

Kagome wasn't sure how to respond to that. “What do you mean?”

 

Yusuke stared at her again and Kagome's hand went back to her ear, just to make check again.

 

“Nothing,” the other teen replied, shaking his head. “But you start for home. It'll take a while for you to get back there.”

 

“Um . . . thanks. And I hope I'm able to see you again sometime. Gomen again for trespassing,” Kagome replied, turning and going down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

 

As she slowly headed back to her own shrine, Kagome couldn't help but wonder about that guy—Yusuke—and his aura.

 

Maybe he also runs a life as weird, hectic, unpredictable, and unbelievable as mine, she thought to herself, idly kicking at a pebble.

 

She then giggled. Yeah, right!

 

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Kagome slid the rice paper door open and entered her home, kicking her shoes off and sighed.

 

She had temporarily forgotten about her troubles with the well—thanks to that Yusuke character—but as soon as she had entered the shrine's grounds, she had seen the well-hut and instantly remembered.

 

Now she was feeling rotten again.

 

“I'm home,” she called, voice laden with glumness and melancholy.

 

“Oh, good, you're back,” her mother chirped, entering the room. “I tried to ask you this before, but you were in too much of a rush, I suppose.”

 

Kagome's cheeks turned slightly pink in embarrassment and slight shame. “I'm sorry, Mama.”

 

Mrs. Higurashi waved her apology away. “I'm sure you had your reasons, dear, but I need to know if you'll be staying long enough to attend school or if you'll be leaving too soon to do so.”

 

Kagome's depression grew as she answered, “Yeah, I'll be able to attend for a while.” Seeing as how I may never again be able to leave, she thought, finishing her sentence in her mind.

 

Mrs. Higurashi brightened. “Oh, good, because I have something to tell you.”

 

Kagome sent her mother a suspicious look. “What?”

 

“Now that you'll be entering High School, you'll be transferring to a new school.”

 

Kagome's brow furrowed. “I knew that,” she told her mother. I'm not quite that stupid.

 

“Well, I sorta made the decision as to where you'll attend High School while you were on the other side and enrolled you.”

 

Kagome didn't get angry, but answered in a neutral tone. “Where?”

 

“Sarayashiki High School. They have wonderful programs, ones that will especially fit your needs, what with being behind because of your other job and such.”

 

“That's fine, Mama, I'm sure it's a nice school,” she said honestly, not caring at the moment if her mother told her that she was an alien or that they had gone bankrupt.

 

“Kagome, dear, are you alright?” her mother asked her, her brow crinkling as a worried expression etched itself into her features.

 

Kagome forced a cheerful smile. “Yep, just peachy! Ano . . . could you tell me when the new school year starts, Mama? I've lost track of that over the vacation.”

 

“Oh, of course I could!” Mrs. Higurashi beamed. “It starts two days from now, so that gives us time to buy your text books and some other necessities tomorrow.”

 

Kagome nodded idly. “Okay. Hey, Mama, do you mind if I take a nap?”

 

Her mother searched her with eyes full of concern. After a few seconds, she smiled, her wisdom on her daughter taking her how to react. “Of course, dear; I'll wake you for dinner, though, if you're not up by then—you need to eat something.”

 

Kagome nodded again. “Thanks,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way out of the room and up the stairs to her bed.

 

“I wonder what happened this time . . .?” Mrs. Higurashi mused aloud before heading to the kitchen.

 

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Yusuke flicked a stray lock of sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes and continued training. He really needed to shape himself back up again. Frustration from his earlier argument with Keiko had brought the sudden urge to train upon him, which was why he had come to Genkai's in the first place.

 

He had to admit, he was surprised when he had first sensed an incredibly powerful and overwhelming yet pure aura on the shrine's grounds. All of the youkai that wanted him dead didn't feel like that. Upon finding out that the source of the vexing aura to be a girl—an innocent-looking, go-happy type of girl, at that—surprised him even more.

 

She sort of reminded him of Keiko in a way—though how, he wasn't so sure of.

 

Yusuke then once again remembered his little predicament he had put himself into with Keiko, and he sighed. Feeling a little calmer now, with a more level head—not that his definition of a “level head” was the correct one—he decided he'd track Keiko and attempt to study with her in that mini hell on earth.

 

He sighed before turning and preparing himself to teleport into the city when a very loud, very annoying, and very high-pitched ring blared from in his pocket.

 

Taken aback slightly, he pulled out the little device and flipped it open. “What the hell are you dong, scaring me shitless with that annoying sound?!” he demanded.

 

“Ah, yes, it's good to see you, too, Yusuke.”

 

“Alright, toddler, what do you want?”

 

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Say, Kurama do you like Kagome?

 

Kurama: How should I know, I don't know her.

 

Oh, that's right . . .

 

Kurama: Why do you ask?

 

I was thinking of pairing you and her together.

 

Kurama: *in a taunting tone* Thought this was going to be Inu/Kag.

 

*indignantly* I changed my mind!

 

Kurama: Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind being paired with Kago—

 

*doorbell rings*

 

My friend's arrived! *goes to answer door*

 

Kurama: *snaps out rose whip and takes a defensive posture* Right, I'm ready.

 

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