Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Human Demon Child ❯ Freaky Spiders ( Chapter 3 )

Ch. 3: Freaky Spiders

Shina Noriko missed homeroom with her little encounter, so the she and Shuichi received a long and boring lecture about being late. Luckily because they’re the best students of the school they’ve received no detention, though this school is always a detention/hell for Shina.

Sighing quietly, Shina turns her gaze outside. She would daydream right now but she’s already in enough trouble with this teacher. Her pale hand takes notes on what she believed to be on the board, making her seem all the more demonic to the student population.

For eight classes Shina sits far away from everyone, near the window. Come time for lunch she and Blaze are back to sitting on the roof like they usually do. I really hope Minamino doesn’t show. He’s the last person I want right now.

With a gloomy expression on her face, Shina places the blue container to her glossed lips and drinks the green tea. The liquid runs down her throat rather slowly, giving her neck the feeling of relief. Blaze munches on some of the onigiri that Shina placed in front of him.

Skewering the lid back on, so it doesn’t spill accidentally, Shina’s ruby eyes look towards the sky.

“There’s not a single cloud in the sky.” she tells herself.

Her eyes slowly widen, an image of the silver kitsune showing itself in front of her. Youko’s back is facing her but his head is turned, showing his profile. His golden orb show great amusement and his lips are in the form of a smirk, showing off one of his white fanged-canine.
Another image comes into play – Youko staying in play. Shuichi Minamino. He’s on the opposite side of Youko’s face standing tall and proud; Minamino’s arms are crossed his chest with a red rose in one hand and a green thorny whip in the other and a rather scary glare is on his normally peaceful looking features.

“N-Nani?” Shina shakes her head, strands of hair whipping her face. “What was that about!” She gets to her feet, but sways slightly.

“Shina?” Blaze’s voice sounds.

The young woman grips her forehead with a pain filled expression. “Ahh…” she falls to her knees. Beads of sweat run down her forehead and her ivory teeth bite her lower pink lip. “What’s going on…?”

“Shina! What’s wrong?” Blaze’s tiny front paws rest on Shina’s knees and he stretches as far as he can reach, his black nose barely touching Shina’s. “Shina-chan…?”

The worried voice of her small friend makes Shina smirk down at him. “Hn. This… is nothing, Blaze. Someone’s… just trying… to get inside my… head…. That’s it.”

Even though Shina-chan says that she’s all right, she’s not. Why does she always do this? Blaze’s dark green shine with worry, this girl hardly ever gets sick. But when she does Shina gets hit with everything at once, making her look and feel deathly ill.

Red fox ears and a tail twitch and fox green eyes widen.

“Shina, someone’s coming!”

“Damn-it… Uhhh!” Slowly the human female stands up, using the brick wall for support. “Blaze I want you to hide.”

“Bu-”

“No ‘but’s’ just do it!” Shina orders him in a voice so stern that her red eyes seem to glow. Hesitantly, Blaze steps back and transforms himself into Youkai.

The twin-tailed fire kitsune stares kindly at his suffering friend. “Be careful, Shina.” He says in his deep voice, jumps into the air, and flies to who knows where.

Panting, Shina walks around the block of bricks and towards the single door. The door opens before she could get to it though.

Looking up she sees the last person she wants to see. “Minamino?” There seems to be four of him.

They look over in her direction. “Shina-san, are you all right?” the gentle, yet dizzy, voices ask as the walk up to her sick form. “You don’t look so well,” they place their hands on her shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Shina pushes away his kind gesture. “Don’t… don’t touch me.” Shina’s eyes fall to the ground, hoping that it will help. It doesn’t. There seems to be eight feet. “What the hell…?”

+Shuichi/Kurama POV+

“Shina-san!” I catch her falling form. Slowly turning her around, I gently shake her while calling her name with respect.

“Put… me down… damn-it….” she groans.

I move my bangs and Shina’s away from our foreheads and gingerly place mine on top of hers. Her temperature is rising! I look down at her struggling form. “Shina-san.” I whisper.

My normally kind green eyes harden into a glare seeing someone innocent suffer like this. This must the work of Kumo, the spider demon. Hearing her give off a pitiful whine I redirect my attention to her.

Her slim pale fingers twitch and her right hand sluggishly goes up to her head. She painfully groans once her palm and forehead connect, her body goes limp.

“Shina-san,” I shake her. “Shina-san! Please, wake-up!” Her seemingly dead body shivers, her ivory teeth clatter, beads of sweat runs down her forehead; making strands of her black mane stick to it, and her pink lips lose their look.

“Kurama!!” Hearing a panicked voice, I look up.

“Botan?”

“C’mon, Koenma-sama has found a way to help those fallen in Kumo’s hold!” she tells me from her place near the portal.

I give Botan a stern nod and jump into the dark portal, Shina tightly in my hold. Shina, please be okay.

+Yoshi+

The over grown, red and orange, fox growls deep within the back of his throat. If he’d jumped into the portal both of those look-alike humans would of sensed him. Youkai’s dark paws touch the warm flat roof, and fire engulfs him.

When the flames clear a small-one tailed fox with green eyes stares at the place where Minamino took his master and friend. A high pitched, sad, whine leaves Blaze; his ears sink and his eyes gain a pleading look. Lowering himself to the ground, Blaze lays still his eyes not leaving that one spot in the sky.

+Kurama’s POV+

“Koenma-sama!!!” Botan bursts open Koenma’s office doors, causing the baby Koenma to jump in surprise and turn around with wide eyes.

“Botan-”

“Please forgive me,” the perky grim reaper does a quick bow. “But we don’t have time! Miss Noriko is in a far worse condition than the others!”

Gazing down at Shina, I see that she has gotten worse in a short period of time. Her pale – yet healthy looking – skin looks like a sickly gray now, she’s panting heavily, beads of sweat run her forehead and face, her thick black locks lost its healthy shine and some strands stick to her face, and warm red blood covers her chin.

“Shina-san…” I whisper.

“Good gracious- send in the nurses!” Koenma orders.

No soon after two female ogres, with a stretcher, come in the large office. One takes Shina out of my arms and carefully places her onto the white stretcher.

Hiei walks in with his normal glare on his face. The two nurses run past him mumbling something as they went.

“Hn.”

The ogres stop from a breaths moment and run like a demon is at their heels.

“Hiei, what did you say?” I raise a brow in curiosity.

“Hn.” Hiei sits himself on his normal windowsill.

I shake my head with a sigh, knowing fully well that it is useless arguing with the fire apparition I look up at the door where Shina-san was taken.

About an hour later both Yusuke and Kuwabara showed up with others fallen victim to Kumo. Other deceives are out and helping.

“Ya’ know sometimes I wonder if we’re Spirit Deceives or if we work for a hospital.” sounds Kuwabara.

“Hn. It’s a wander you even think, baka.”

“What was that Hamster Legs?” Both of the two glare at one another, so harshly one could swear that they see lighting shooting out of their eyes.

I sigh quietly, ignoring the glaring contest. Not once did I see Shina get sick, so if the parasite continues to harm her at this rate she might… die. She’s not a Demon Child. I tell myself. How can someone call an innocent person such a name? Because, of their eye color? Despicable.

The two ogre nurses walk in, one of them has a capsule in hand. Her fingers nearly take up the entire tube. I stand up looking in their direction.

“How is Shina-san?” I ask, hoping that she’s fine.

“Hold on!” I move so I can see Yusuke. “You mean that bitch from yesterday? Heh serves her right, if you ask me.” He crosses his arms and nods his head.

“Yusuke, how can you say that?” Botan and Yusuke argue about Shina. Everyone gives the two a sweat drop.

Drowning out their squabbling, I look back at the nurses and Koenma-sama.

“She’ll be just fine. In fact, she was in the best of conditions. Truly remarkable.”

“That is remarkable, but also confusing!” Koenma rubs his chin.

“Nani?” I ask.

“Oh, Kurama!” the ‘young’ spirit lord turns in my direction. “Don’t worry your friend will be okay.”

A smile comes to my lips; I’m glad that she’ll be okay… but it is confusing, she seemed to be in the worse of phases.

“Not that I’m grateful, but how can this be?”

“Well, Mr. Kurama,” the nurse that’s holding the tube. “She was only in the second phase.”

“NANI!?” Kuwabara and Yusuke yell, pushing me forward as the rammed into my sides.

The other nurse giggles. “She seems to be a fighter-”

“Or stubborn.” The other ogre interrupts. Both of them gently laugh behind their overly sized hands. The laughter slowly dies and she continues. “As we said, Miss Noriko has only reached the second level. This parasite is fast acting, and that’s why many reached level five once they were here. She, Miss Noriko, fought against this,” she holds up the tube, moving her fingers she shows us all an ink colored hissing ‘spider’.

“EEEeeewwwwww!!!!!” Kuwabara, Yusuke, and Botan slide back in disgust.

I swallow down something. Putrid.

“Hai, this is disgusting.” The nurse says. “But not to worry it must be within a host for three hours until they complete take over his, or her, body. And this little sucker should be dead in,” she looks down at an invisible watch. “Five… four… three… two… one.” In that instant the bug evaporates, causing a sigh of relief escape my lips. “She’s in stable condition, but is a little groggy for the medicine we gave her.”

“May I see her.” I ask.

“Sure, Kurama.”

“Arigatou, Koenma-sama.” I give the Spirit Lord a bow and walk towards her unique scent: fire and cinnamon.

My emerald orbs widen seeing Shina resting in the hospital bed. I walk over to her right side and gently grip her pale hand, feeling the warmth coming back. “Shina-san?” I whisper out. My response is a groan and a slow turn of her head. I gently smile. I’m so glad that she’s all right. I run my thumb over her hand.

I see her eyes trying to open. Shina’s eyes flutter open half way, the orbs are hazy, they’re not the clear brilliant rubies I’ve seen through the countless days.

Her unique eyes meet my emerald ones. “Blaze.” I let go of her hand feeling her move it slightly. The said hand makes its way up to my red tresses and scratches where Youko’s ears would be. “I’m glad that you came and got me.” I cannot believe my eyes. Shina is smiling! “Though I’m glad Minamino ‘cared’ for my well-being, I’m glad that he left and you got me, Blaze.” The corner of her eyes well up with hot tears. I gently use my thumb to wipe them away before they fall. She chokes for needed oxygen.

“Breathe.” I gently tell her, sitting down on the bed’s side. Shina’s lower lip quivers as she tries to hold in her tears. “Listen to me,” I gingerly place my forehead on her head. “You have to calm down… tears don’t suit you.” I smile down at her. She’s calming down, so I slowly take my forehead away.

Shina reopens her hazy red eyes. “Blaze…” she says. Her hand makes its way down to the side of my face. “I cannot thank you enough for all that you have done… for me over the years.” Her smile shows itself again, but slowly it diminishes. “Without you I-I think I-I might of-” she bites her lower lip. “Damn.” She takes back her hand and covers her mouth and eyes. The pale hand that covers her mouth muffles several hiccups.

I lightly brush the back of my fingers across her cheek. “Look me, please.” Shina moves her hand back, allowing me to see the lower part of her eyes. “Everything is all right. You are safe now; I won’t let anyone harm you.”

Shina sniffles and, with her rare smile on her lips, falls fast asleep.

(A/N: Remember Shina is still +makes odd arm gestures over head+ whacked-out from the medication, and Blaze and Shuichi have the same eye and ‘fur’ color.)

“So how’s the ‘Demon Child’?” I look towards Hiei. He’s sitting like he normally does: on the window sill with his right leg propped up, the other laying straight, his arms crossed over his chest, and he’s glaring out of the window.

“She’s doing fine,” I brush away some bangs that are sticking to her forehead. “Why so interested, Hiei?” Traveling my eyes towards the fire apparition I see that his glare intensifies.

“Hn, I’ve heard so much about her in Ningenkai, I thought she would make a decent opponent.” My head slightly tilts in curiosity, wondering what he heard exactly. “Unlike the bakas here.”

I shake my head slightly with a soft sigh and go back to brushing Shina’s bangs back. Her breathing is even and soft, showing that she has fallen asleep. I’m glad that you fought against Kumo’s control, Shina. If not you would’ve been in a far worse condition than you are in now.

“Kurama… Kurama… Kurama!!”

I blink my eyes several times, coming back down to Earth so to speak. I look towards the door seeing Yusuke, Kuwabara, Botan, Lord Koenma, and Yukina.

I stand up. “Yes?”

“Let’s go!! There are more people falling under this bastard Kumo’s control.” Yusuke says shoving his hands into his pockets and turns on his heel.

“I think it would be best if Kurama took Miss Noriko back to school.” Koenma says.

“And how exactly is that going to work?” Yusuke turns back around. Kuwabara looks back between the two.

“Miss Noriko is coming back to reality. If she sees that she’s not where she was before, she’ll grow suspicions of Kurama. She is an intelligent girl, Yusuke.”

Yusuke grumbles something incomprehensible and stomps out of the room. Kuwabara follows, after giving Kurama thumbs up. Yukina, though, stays longer than the others, making Hiei stay watching over her.

I watch the ice maiden walk up to Shina. When I saw her eyes, even though they were hazy, she had the same kindness in them as Yukina does daily. Yukina wraps her fingers around Shina’s and with her other hand she cups her cheek.

“She seems so familiar.” Yukina whispers, studying Shina’s sleeping features.

~*~*~*~*~

+Shina’s POV+

The sweet aroma of roses fills her nostrils; inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, the scent lingers. A welcoming heat surrounds her body, making her snuggle into the unknown source. Her better hand grasps onto shirt-like material and gives gentle tug down. A grunt sounds from somewhere close by.

Blinking her eyes open, Shina sees a pinkish color in her face. Connecting with what she remembers from earlier and the moment right now her ruby eyes turn to stone.

Using the balls of her feet Shina jumps out of the person’s loose hold. Whipping herself around and positioning herself in half-front-facing defense, with her shoulders forty-five degrees to the unknown person’s line of attack. Her eyes widen briefly and quickly turn into a glare.

“Minamino.” The red haired male stands up with his kind facial appearance.

“Good afternoon, Shina-san.” He smiles nicely at her. Growling with irritation Shina asks what the hell he’s doing up here. Minamino blinks a few times, processing what she said, and gives a small smile. “I came here to lose Yui and her pack – as you so call them. But then I saw you passed out and not looking well-”

“So than why not take me to the nurse’s office?” Shina asks glaring harshly at the female looking young man.

“True, I’ve could have done that, but you looked well enough to just stay up here.”

In his damned arms?! Shina growls in her secretive mind. With a huff Shina walks back towards where she remembers she and Blaze were eating, before ‘she passed out’.

Her clear ruby eyes widen for a quick moment, before they relax again. Minamino took it upon himself to repack her lunch and set on top of her schoolbag.

“I hope you don’t mind, Shina-san.” Minamino is hovering over shoulder.

“Hn,” Shina accurately places her wooden lunch container into her black American schoolbag. Swinging said bag over her shoulder she walks past Minamino, purposely bumping her shoulder with his mid upper arm.

Once inside the building, and walking down the stairs, Shina winces and slowly rolls her shoulder. Damn, Minamino, are you on steroids? She thinks to herself, recalling how hard his arm is.

Hearing the bell chime, Shina brings her up to the clock. Shit. The time is that it’s there last period. How long was I knocked out?

Walking towards the back of the school, where the Art class is, people rush by knocking into Shina countless times.

An un-hearable grunt passes Shina’s throat, once someone with bright pink hair and dark violet lighting bolt streaks and tan skin jams into her harshly; Shina catches herself from falling backwards. Damn bitch. Shina quietly cusses at Yui. No soon after did she pass by her whole pack rushes by – all bumping roughly into the ‘Demon Child’.

Losing her footing Shina falls backwards. Shutting her eyes tight and bracing her body, she waits for the impact. It doesn’t come. Looking at her shoulders she sees that someone has caught her. Who in their right mind would-

“Shina-san, are you alright?”

Her whole body tenses, again, and a demonic glow comes from her eyes. “I’m fine, Minamino.” She pushes hers away from the red head and continues down the hall, missing the look in Shuichi’s emerald green eyes.

Sitting down in her normal seat – furthest away from anyone – Shina intertwines her fingers together in front of her face and waits for her art sensei to show. Looking around the room she sees: dark painted brick borders, tiled floors with paint splatters on them, paintings covering the walls, in front of the classroom is a white broad with different colored markers, windows far up the main wall (ten inches away from connecting with the ceiling), ready art canvas in the far part of the room, clean art supplies ready to be used, painted canvases opposite of the clean ones, and a stage in the back for presentations on their artwork.

Shina stops her observation when she senses someone sits by her. Without moving her head she sees a far too familiar red mane and mentally growls digging her nails into her flesh. I liked it better when I was invisible and no one bothered me.

Shina’s sensei enters the classroom catching everyone’s attention. “Afternoon, class.” He smiles charmingly.

“Good afternoon, Masakasu-sensei!” the majority of the females say.

Masakasu-sensei is a very good-looking man – even though he’s old (late twenties, or early thirties). His copper skin is always smooth; no sign of the five o’clock shadow. His coal dark hair is always shaggy, but cleanly kept. His dark brown eyes always show that he’s kind and understanding, but his strong build says that he can snap anyone in two if he/she messes with the wrong person (those who are close to Masakasu-sensei). Unlike the other teachers, Masakasu dresses casually: dark wash jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers.

“Class, I want you all to finish your art work today.” He orders tying on his ruined apron.

“Hai!” The students scurry off to their art.

Calmly, Shina walks towards her station. Looking at her work she gives a stern nod, admiring her work. Only a few touch ups, and I’m done.

It’s a painting of a beautiful young woman, and she’s carrying a small vulnerable bundle close to her. The woman seems to be in her mid twenties. Her hair is a sharp teal color and is pulled back into a pony’s tail by a red ‘spiked scrunchy’. She’s wearing a teal and dark blue kimono with a blood red obi. Her features are soft, but her expression is frightened and hurting. Her unknown colored eyes are screwed shut, with tears leaking out and form into gems around her. The bundle in her arms seems to be a baby, wrapped in a thick white blanket.
The area around her is a snowy gray and white, dead, forest. All the trees are covered with snow, as well as the ground beneath the woman. But the tears that formed into tear gems glow with a baby blue color.

“MR. SATOU!!” shouts Masakasu-sensei, making Shina jump in surprise.

Looking over her art canvas, Shina sees the art teacher gesture the student with the surname Satou with a movement of his index finger.

Coming from her right, Shina hears a nervous ‘gulp’. Kisho – Mr. Satou – walks up to his superior with the bucket of paint in his hand.

“Now, Mr. Satou. You weren’t going to dump this,” Masakasu-sensei takes the bucket and looks inside. “Neon orange paint and pour this all over Shina-chan, were you?” he raises an amused black eyebrow, knowing fully well the answer.

“N-No, sir. I w-wasn’t going to.” Kisho looks down at floor.

Shina glares at the boy.

“Oh, sure.” Masakasu-sensei tells him. “But just to make sure that you, or anyone else, will never do this again…” Masakasu-sensei places one of his large hands at the bottom of the bucket and one at the top, and dumps it onto Kisho. Surprised gasps and covered giggles are heard in the background.

Shina can feel a smirk tugging its way on her lips.

“Let the record show,” states Masakasu-sensei. “That if anyone tries to dump paint on someone, I’ll find you and see that the crime fits.” He smirks, showing his pearly white teeth. Masakasu hands the empty bucket of paint to Kisho, with a smug smile.

Pushing her lips inside her mouth, Shina tries to keep her character, and tries not to laugh at her classmate’s demise. Kisho walks past her mumbling her ‘nickname’ as he strolls by, creating brightly footprints as he goes past.

Shaking her head lightly, Shina adds the finishing touches to the young woman’s clothing and hair.

Far too short for Shina’s liking the bell rings, signaling the end of the day. She walks back to her desk and slings her bag over her shoulder.

“Shina-chan,” Shina looks over her shoulder (the one that isn’t supporting the book bag) and sees that Masakasu-sensei is mentioning her to ‘come here’.

“Hai, Masakasu-sensei?” Shina asks raising a dark eyebrow.

“Come, come now. We’re alone now.” Masakasu states with a cheeky smile.

Shina looks around and, surely enough, they are the only ones in the room. A microscopic smile goes across her lips. “So what is it that you wanted to talk about, Masakasu-senpai?” Shina places her bag behind her.

“Make yourself comfortable, Shina-chan. Stay awhile.” Masakasu winks at his young kohai, as she sits on his comfy leather chair. He takes out two cans of soda from his hidden mini fridge, throws one to Shina, and sits on his desk. “So I heard that you cut your middle classes. That true?” Masakasu raises an eyebrow, but soon chuckles while opening his soda can. “As well as, Minamino. Mind filling me in the details as to why both of you were missing for so damn long?”

Shina rolls her eyes. “First, off, sempai, it isn’t what you think.” She opens her cold drink. “Apparently I’ve ‘fainted’ and Minamino made sure that I was okay.” she sips her beverage.

“Couldn’t he just taken you do the nurse?” asks Masakasu.

“That’s what I said! But no he said something like,” Shina speaks in Shuichi’s tone. “True, I’ve could have done that, but you looked well enough to just stay up here.” her voice to her normal tone. “Isn’t that bull?”

“Hai, that’s bull.”

Both, sempai and kohai sit in the messy classroom drinking their refreshments and talking about how stupid most of the teachers and students are.

Shina chuckles lightly as Masakasu-sempai he replays Kisho’s facial expression.

“Masakasu-sempai, how are the projects coming along?” Shina raises an eyebrow.

“Well,” Masakasu finishes the last of his fizzy drink. “Since my favorite subject hardly has any time on her hands anymore, it’s coming along slowly. Good thing I took a picture of you, before you left me high and dry.”

Shina giggles behind her hand.

Masakasu-sempai had wanted to make a painting of her since the second week of school. But, because she volunteers at the Chiba's Kameda Hospital daily Shina hardly has time. Luckily, for Masakasu, he took a picture of how Shina sat and her facial expression.

“Hmmm,” Shina looks up at the thoughtful Masakasu. “That baka Kisho is giving me an idea.” Masakasu’s dark brown eyes shining with interests as he stares at the orange footprints. “Come on, Shina-chan!”

“Gah!” Shina drops her soda can as Masakasu grabs her wrist and pulls her towards a closet. “Nani, Masakasu-sempai?”

Masakasu lets go of Shina’s wrists and takes out two buckets of paint, one red and one white. He pours the paint into a container and… steps in the red paint.

“Shina, step into the white paint.” Commands Masakasu.

“Excuse me!” Shina’s ruby eyes widen in surprise.

“You heard me step in the paint!”

“O…kay….” Shina hesitantly steps into the white spread. “Now what?” she looks back at her sempai.

“Now,” he pulls out a small remote from his jean pocket, and presses a red button. A fast up-beat song comes on. “We dance!!”

Masakasu grabs Shina’s pale hands, and they begin to dance with the music. Masakasu twirls her flush body around, Shina’s back meets his abdomen, and they sway from side to side. Masakasu picks up his feet’s pace, making Shina pick up hers. They dance around the room – avoiding works of art, cords, and other obstacles in the large room.

Masakasu turns Shina back around. Shina squeals in surprise as her sempai, and sensei, picks her up and twirls her in the air. Her feet still off the ground Masakasu dips her. Their hips touching, one of Shina’s well-trimmed legs is bent at her underneath her, and the other is in the air – revealing much more of her long light legs.

Shina laughs lightly. But senses something like lighting, snapping her eyes wide open.

Sensing something amiss, Masakasu brings Shina’s form back up right.

“What is it, Shina-chan?” Masakasu asks glaring at the door as Shina is doing.

“Show yourself!” Shina commands.

“Hello….” Lightly laughter sounds from the door.

“Minamino?” Shina and Masakasu-sensei raise dark brows at the young man.

“Gomen nasai, Sensei.” He bows. “But I have forgotten my things.”

Shina crosses her arms over her chest. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately, Minamino.” She glares at the red head, remembering the time he forgot his lunch.

“Your things are over there.” Masakasu nods his head over to where Shuichi sat during class hours.

“Arigatou, Masakasu-sensei.” Minamino goes over to his desk.

Shina watches him carefully. He’s tense. She states to herself.

“Well you are glaring at him, Shina-chan.” A childish voice sounds within her mind.

“Blaze, how are you talking to me like this?” Shina’s eyes never leave Minamino.

“’Cause I can! And I would like to go home now,” The little flying-fire-changing height-kitsune yawns to prove his point. “And I cannot fly that well if I’m tired, you know that.”

“Don’t I?” Shina sighs. “Alright, after Minamino leaves the school I’ll go to the roof and fly to the house with you. That sounds good?”

“YUP! See ya’ later!”

“See ya’.” Shina replies dully.

“Evening, Masakasu-sensei, Shina-san!” Minamino leaves the room a content smile and a wave of his hand.

Shina slowly closes her eyes, wanting to sense that he’s out of the building. Once he is, she opens her eyes again.

“I best be off, too. I have a reasonable amount of homework to do tonight.” Shina tells Masakasu while gathering her things.

The teacher sighs with his fists on his hips. “Alright, but be careful.” Masakasu playfully glares at Shina’s retreating form.

The raven haired teen waves her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!”

Shina walks up to the ceiling feeling the humidity bolt up. She opens the brown door with a smirk. “Must you do that?” she asks Youkai.

(A/N: Whenever Blaze transforms into his battle state I’m going to call him Youkai, so that there might be less confusion.)

“Yes, now let’s go. I’m hungry and tired,” Shina swings her right leg over Youkai’s back and sits down. Youkai’s paws and the tip of his two tails lit a fire. “And since you’re the one with the thumbs…”

“I must be the one to cook all the meals.” Shina sighs with a sleepy expression, while Youkai takes off into the sunset.

Youkai lightly chuckles. “Hai, or else I will starve and pass on.”

Both friends evenly chuckle.

~*~*~*~*~

Youkai’s paws touch the grassy ground with a dull sound. Shina jumps Youkai, so that he could transform back into Blaze without getting squished.

Youkai erupts himself into a fit of dancing flames.

“Bark!” Blaze sounds, his single tail wagging.

Shina rolls her oddly colored eyes. “Stop acting like a human world fox, Blaze, and let’s go inside.” Shina opens the screen door that leads to the breezy lounge. Blaze follows after the red eyed female jumping into the air a couple of inches.

Shina takes off her school shoes and slips on her black slippers. Sliding her bag off of her shoulders she walks into the, different shades of, brown kitchen.

Opening the smooth, cool light brown refrigerator with a black handle, Shina pulls out the leftovers from the night the King of Thieves of Makai was dragged in.

“Hope you don’t mind leftovers, Blaze. Because that’s what you’re getting.”

“Okay!” Blaze shouts happily, his red puffy tail wagging.

Shina places the food into the dark brown microwave and reheats it for four minutes. Hearing the electric object ‘chime’ once; she opens the door of it and quickly places it on the beige counter where Blaze sits patiently. He quickly begins to eat his dinner.

Shina shakes her head and walks toward her room.

There she flops on the warm bed, face first. The full moon’s glow filters into the dark colored bedroom. Shina’s hands move up to her black pillow’s edges and grip them.

“Shina-hime!” a small boy’s voice happily yells. A voice Shina knows all too well.

She moves her head towards her window. The black curtains are pulled back, due the heat radiating off Shina’s body and the coldness outside; the window begins to fog up. Shina’s hand closest to the see through plain presses against it, pulling said hand back she sees her ice handprint.

Almost ghost like Shina pulls herself up and sits on her lower legs, gazing out at the darkening world.

A small spider comes into her view.

“Hn?”

With a glare in her eyes, Shina places both of her hands on either side of the creepy crawly and slaps her hands together. Taking them apart Shina sees the green and black insides and outsides. One tiny hairy leg is twitching and the butt of the bug is shaking, silky thread oozing out.

“Disgusting.” Shina’s nose scrunches up.

Walking over to her connected bathroom she turns on the facet – using her wrists instead of her hands – and washes her hands completely.

There’s something in the air. Shina glares out her bathroom window and through the tree’s thick branches. I don’t like it.

~*~*~*~*~

Minamino has been gone for the entire week! Why hasn’t anyone – especially his rabid fan girls – noticed? Am I the only one who did?

Shina is walking back to her home, with Blaze on her right shoulder. She is staring straight ahead of herself with a blank expression.

An abnormal wind blows; ruffling the near blood colored skirt and swishing Shina’s raven locks.

“I don’t like this feeling, Blaze.”

The tiny fox nods his head in agreement; his green eyes staring straight like his friend.

Something thin and shiny goes in front of Shina’s face making her stop abruptly. Her ruby eyes hard at the unknown object. Slowly she brings up her hand and curls her slender fingers around it.

“Thread?” she asks herself. Almost unsure; she brings up her head. Many more spiders’ threads gently move with the breeze; eerily touching her face. But Shina cannot see where they are all coming from. “I don’t like this at all. … Blaze!”

Sharply she turns her head towards the tiny red-orange fur ball. The small fox jumps off her shoulder and they both run towards the nearest alley.

Bits of light colored flames pass through the opening of the passage, and a giant beast flies out of the passageway.

+YYH gang+

“AH!!”

A second person is thrown into a very… sticky situation.

“Not so easy, is it, Urameshi?” Kuwabara asks.

“Shut-up!” replies Yusuke.

Both beings are sticking to a large spider web. Yusuke in a right diagonal position with his left arm high and his right slightly bent, both of his legs spread out. Kuwabara is upside down in the shape of a large ‘X’.

A snicker - that resembles much like a hiss – sounds in front of the four ‘humans’: Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei.

“I thought I left you for dead, Youko Kurama,” says a nasty voice – hidden in the nightly shadows.

Kurama’s green eyes gain yellow-ish specks in them and his facial features tighten with anger. His hand tightens around his Rose Whip’s handle, turning that one hand white-knuckled. “Bastard…” he growls towards the spider demon. Silver strands replace the red.

In the blink of an eye; both Kurama and Hiei are stuck on the overgrown web. The two demons are in less awkward positions than the other two.

The spider demon walks out of the shadows, which surround the nightly forest. The team grimaces seeing Kumo’s long, hairy, pointed, eight legs. His entire body is an overly large spider, but only his upper half resembles a blocky human. Though that might as well be a demon all on its own. He has green-hairy skin, all around black eyes, yellow fangs and fingernails, and dark purple air. His order is equally putrid.

“What could I possibly do with the like of you four?” Kumo asks himself.

“I have to say nothing,” Yusuke states. “Your smell is enough torture.” His face scrunches up to show his disgust.

“You die first.” Kumo tells the detective. Yusuke spats in Kumo’s human-like face.

The sticky hairs on Kumo’s body stands on end, his eyes go silver with red slits, and his sick fangs enlarge.

“And shrimp says I’m ugly…” Kuwabara mutters.

“Hn. That’s because you are.” Hiei response, as he glares down at the spider demon.

Silver threads form above Kumo, forming into deadly spears. The first to form dashes towards Yusuke.

The spirit detective shuts his eyes, but slowly opens them once he hears the sound of glass breaking.

“A… barrier?” Kurama whispers with widened eyes.

“Who the hell did that?” Kumo yells to the surrounding woods.

A teeth-chattering wind blows – carrying light snowflakes. A form is seen beyond the trees.

Judging by her curvy, developed form Kurama can see that the person is a young woman. With each step she takes the cold breeze picks up.

Her eyes, two violet orbs, glow through the dense woods. And seeing them, anyone can see that the woman is beyond angry.

“Ya’ know?” her voice is colder than black ice. “I may not know these people,” she steps out of the darkness and into the full moon’s light, though her thick black mane slightly blends into the night. “But I hope they have a second opinion.” The woman wears a short purple fighting outfit, with thick black lining, the sleeves stop at her wrists and dip down to her hips, and the obi around her tiny waist is black. Dark violet stockings run up to her mid thigh and fold over an inch – making it look even darker. Spartan-like sandals occupy her feet, and part of her calves. Strapped to her obi is an ancient Japanese fighting sword, a katana, and a small amount of protective steel arm bands can be seen underneath the kimono’s sleeves.

“Who the hell are you!!” Kumo shouts, turning his spider-like body towards the unknown woman.

The woman raises a delicate black eyebrow. Through her pitch-dark mask (that starts below the kimono’s neckline and ends underneath her eyes) Kurama sees a smirk forming. “Who am I?” she asks, her violet eyes shimmering with amusement. “None of your damn business….”

Something snaps inside Kumo and one of his hairy front legs rises and soon goes down towards the woman.

“Watch out!!!!” Yusuke shouts.