Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Angered Fox Within Me Part One: Blissful Ignorance ❯ Failure To Comply ( Chapter 6 )

A/N- YAY!!! I got the chapter up!

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Warning- Sadness and anger and a surprise!

Summary for Story- Kurama makes a decision that affects everyone's memories. He doesn't know Hiei (who goes to ningen school) and meets a transfer from Ireland. (I don't know why I like them meeting foreign girls but I do) They become friends and soon more but time after time they are pulled apart. Cliffhanger at end to be answered in part two. Is it getting better?

Summary for Chapter- Alana and Kurama have been split up for two weeks and one day he finds her back in front of him in class. Why isn't she in her art school?

Kurama saw her crying at her locker and decided now he needed to know. "Alana? Why aren't you at the art school?"

She looked at him, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears.

So what will Alana say?

Chapter Six

Failure to Comply

Two weeks passed and Kurama didn't see Alana at all. Kuwabara seemed happier, and so did Hiei. Kurama didn't talk to them, but he knew that they noticed he and Alana no longer walked together. One morning he walked into his first class, and there, in the seat in front of him, sat Alana in her school uniform, looking upset like she'd been crying for the entire two weeks.

He hesitated to sit down, but he did in the end. She didn't look back at him or even acknowledge his presence that class.

She walked with some of her old friends and broke into silent tears the next period and at lunch. Kurama had the urge to comfort her but he was still to angry. Kuwabara tried to talk to her but Kurama overheard her tell him to shove off. He smirked. At one point when her friends left to get their lunch, the Hiei kid came over and just sat down next to her. He muttered something under his breath to her and she stopped crying. She looked at him in awe and then he stood and left. Kurama didn't understand what was going on, but he wanted to know.

On his way to the last class Kurama saw her crying at her locker and decided now he needed to know. "Alana? Why aren't you at the art school?"

She looked at him, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears. Her eyes met his and he felt a great rush of sympathy. She looked wrong and out of place in her depressed state. For a moment he dared to think she was this way because she longed for him. And she confirmed his suspicions, but in a different way.

"It's you. You're the reason this happened. You're the reason I flunked out of the Art School."

Kurama was taken aback. "How are you blaming your failures on me," he asked, raising his voice enough that a few people stopped to watch.

She crossed her arms and he noted that she looked much like she had the night they broke up. "We had an assignment. That assignment was for four paintings. One abstract, one landscape, one fantasy and the last was artist's choice. I had two done and was in progress on the third when we ended. I couldn't use them after that, because I was too upset to even look at the paintings. I tried to do others but I didn't have a thing by the due date. So I took a zero on the project which brought my grade below an eighty percent which is what every grade needs to be or above in order to keep my scholarship. They revoked it and my parents can't afford to send me there without it. It's your fault all that happened because you're a complete moron and the biggest ass I've ever met."

She said all of that in one breath and slammed her locker shut, causing Kurama to wince. She walked away from him and he closed his eyes. It was his fault and he knew it. He'd had time to calm down and now he realized that he shouldn't have reacted that way. He'd had every right to be mad, but he shouldn't have behaved that way, and he certainly shouldn't have let things get that bad in their fight.

He caught up with her after school. "Alana, please listen!" She stopped about ten feet in front of him. He stood next to her and said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you lost your scholarship, I'm sorry about the way I reacted and I'm sorry for some of the things I said."

Alana looked up at him. "Sorry is not going to bring back my scholarship, my dignity, or my lifetime dream now is it Shuiichi?" She asked him with ice in her once warm voice.

Kurama felt as if her words had cut through him. "I understand. But I really do apologize and I'd like to try to be friends, that is, if you'd like to."

She looked at him, the anger had somewhat left. "We'll see."

He watched her walk away. Suddenly he felt eyes upon him. He turned to see Hiei. 'What's he doing here,' he thought to himself. 'Why was he watching. Is he going to try to get Alana? Now that I'm out of the picture he'll have it easy, but she doesn't like him. If he hurts her when she rejects him, I will avenge her, despite how mad at her I am.'

Another few weeks passed and slowly Kurama's relationship with Alana grew from barely civil to an actual friendship. They hung out together at school and walked home together but both agreed that it was entirely over for them. That they couldn't let it go further than it was already at because they knew that their friendship couldn't survive that blow again.

They were outside eating lunch as the sun shone upon them. They were laughing and having fun when a teacher came rushing out of the building. "Alana," he called. "Alana I have news!"

He reached them and eyed Kurama. She followed his gaze. "Oh! It's okay, you can tell me with him here."

The teacher looked skeptical but continued anyway. "It's your parents, there's been a terrible car accident and they're at the hospital."

Alana just about fainted and Kurama had to hold her up. "What," she asked.

"I'm sorry," was all the teacher seemed to really be able to say. That and, "You have permission to leave the grounds immediately. And you may take someone with you since you don't really know your way around."

Kurama was still supporting her weight. "I'll take her there sir."

The teacher nodded and let them leave.

They arrived at the hospital and Kurama was amazed at how calm Alana was being. When they broke up and she got chucked out of her school Alana had been in tears and now, her parents were in trouble and she was as calm as anything. The nurse handed her some forms to fill out. She knew everything and was done much sooner than most teenagers would be. Kurama could tell she was nervous and close to tears but he was still impressed that she didn't let them show. However, he did notice the slight tremor in her grip as she handed the forms back to the nurse.

They led the pair of them up to the ICU.

Alana looked in the room and saw her mother and father being worked on by a doctor. It was then she allowed herself to breakdown. Kurama had to catch her before she hit the ground. "I can't lose them," she wailed in his arms. He sat down and held her on his lap.

Slowly he stroked her hair and tried to calm her down. "It'll be okay Alana, they're alive now." He didn't know how long he sat there, letting her cry in his arms, but he knew it was a long time. Finally someone came and got them. Kurama wanted to go in with her but the ICU was family only. He could only watch through the window.

Alana wiped the tears from her eyes as she was led into the semi silent room. All she could hear was the soft sounds of the machines working and someone wheezing. To her, those quiet sounds were deafening. She approached her mother who attempted a weak smile. "Alana," she croaked.

She rushed to her mother's side. "Mom, what happened!?" Alana cried as she buried her face into her mother's side.

Her mother reached out an arm and stroked Alana like Kurama had been doing. "We were driving and as we rounded a turn some maniac came out of nowhere into our lane and we tried to avoid him. He hit the driver's side and we spun out of control into the woods. Then the passenger side hit a tree. They tell me that the other driver was drunk and he died downstairs."

Alana looked up, "Good, the bastard deserved it."

She chuckled, "Such language Alana, we didn't raise you to talk like that."

"I'm sorry mom, I just can't help it. My only regret is that I wasn't the one to kill him. Where's dad?"

Her mother pointed at a bed across from her. Alana turned to see a crippled man on so many machines. She looked next to him and then realized that the man on the machines was her father. "Is he..."

Her mother nodded. "He's only alive because of those machines dear. And I've told them to take him off after you said goodbye. He wouldn't want to be alive this way. The chance he'll get better isn't even one percent dear. He was the one driving."

Alana tuned it all out as she walked to her father's side. "Daddy," she whispered. The tears returned but more controlled. She said her goodbyes and watched with her mother, her eyes still streaming with the salty solution, as they removed the machines and let her father die. She didn't like it, but she knew he'd have wanted it this way. Her father died and all she had left was her mother.

She remained at the hospital a few days and Kurama's mother let her stay with them. when her mother insisted she return to school. Finally Alana agreed. Her mother couldn't attend the funeral but it was a beautiful service. A traditional Irish wake with a big bang in the end. Everyone had fun, even though he was gone. They all knew he'd want them to celebrate his life, not mourn his death.

Alana was in school one day when she got a sharp pain in her head. She asked immediately to leave school and Kurama was told to walk her and make sure she was okay. Instead of having him walk her home he had her go with him to the hospital. They rushed up the stairs, not wanting to wait on the elevator.

She burst into the ICU, hearing a long beep that she recognized as a 'flat line'. She saw the doctors by her mother, with her chest open as they shocked her insides. Then someone said, "It's been forty minutes."

The man who appeared to be the head doctor said, "I'm calling it. Time of death, two fifty."

Kurama caught Alana's limp form just before it hit the ground.

She awoke an hour later with a blood chilling scream. "She can't be dead! She was fine, just hurt. They were going to transfer her to her own room tomorrow! God no! She can't be dead!"

Kurama grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down onto the bed. "Alana, I'm sorry, but she's gone."

She shook her head violently and tried to push him off her. "NO! She wasn't that hurt! SHE WAS FINE!"

He hugged her to him tightly. "I'm sorry, but she's gone now."

"Please, don't let it be true." She stopped moving and just cried. After a few minutes she got a grip on reality again. "How? She was fine, what happened? WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER!"

He sighed and pulled back. Wiping the tears from her eyes he tried to explain. "She suffered severe spinal trauma, Alana. They thought they'd gotten all the fragments out, but they missed one and it worked loose and made it's way up to her brain, causing her to stroke. They tried but they couldn't get her back."

A psychologist checked Alana over after her mother's death. She didn't return to school until the day after the funeral, which, while it too was a traditional Irish wake, it was much more depressing. Nobody could get it from their minds that this young girl was an orphan and had no family anywhere. They tried to be happy, but it was all too sad.

Shiori helped Alana move her things into the house and a few things of her parents. She was going to sell the house and donate the rest to charity. Kurama hated how depressed she was. But he tried to comfort her as best he could. It was hard seeing her mope about the house all day so he decided to take her out somewhere that weekend to cheer her up.

He took her to a large public garden. She loved the flowers, he knew, and the bright colors were more cheery than before, as if they knew she was coming and wanted her to be happy. In the center of the garden he had placed her easel and paper, along with charcoal and paint. Her eyes brightened slightly but still looked haunted. "Paint what you're feeling," he whispered to her.

Kurama watched as she worked. She drew the garden, something he'd hoped for. She needed to paint something bright and happy to make herself feel better. But when she began to add color, he realized his plan backfired.

Instead of using the vibrant yellows, blues, reds, and greens, he'd hoped for, she used dull ones mixed with dark grays and blacks. Though he watched her expression, it didn't look as sad. She painted a small baby in the center of the garden, where she stood. It had her eyes and had a bright yellow aura surrounding it. It was the brightest thing among the dismal scene.

"Who is it," he dared to ask.

She put down her brush and whispered, "Me. I am alone now like I was when I was a baby. I thought it was only fit to make the person me."

He tilted his head. "You were alone as a child?"

Alana nodded. "They weren't my birth parents, I was adopted at age seven. They couldn't have kids so they adopted. Their families never approved of me and didn't even talk to me at their services, or while we lived in Ireland, I'm utterly alone."

She didn't cry tears again, it seemed they'd all dried up, but he knew she was crying in a very different way. Her soul was in pain. Despite that she'd been adopted, she'd loved them as if they were really her parents. Much like he loved Shiori as his real mother. Getting up he hugged her. "Maybe we should leave."

Nodding Alana gathered her painting up carefully in her arms and let him carry the rest. When they returned to his house she hung the painting in her room, what used to be the spare bedroom, and got ready for bed. "Good night Shuiichi."

"Goodnight Alana." They parted and went to bed.

Something jerked Kurama from his sleep. He looked at the clock, it was two in the morning. He heard sobbing in the next room, but Alana wasn't crying loud enough to wake him from such a deep slumber. It hadn't been a nightmare either, he remembered that it had been a good dream of when Shiori used to take him on walks in the park when he was smaller.

The sobbing was so soft, much softer than ever before. He figured she must be crying in her sleep like she did at the hospital. Which meant she'd probably wake with another ear splitting scream.

He guessed right.

"KURAMA!"

He rushed into her room and switched on the light, silently thanking Shiori for accepting a night shift. "What is it Alana?" He sat on the foot of her bed.

"You're alive? But, I saw you, you were dead!"

"I'm not dead Alana, it was a dream, tell me what happened?"

Her eyes were searching his, they were small and scared, it must have been a very graphic nightmare. "You were driving, and angry. Then you saw these two cars hit, but you were going so fast and you couldn't stop. The one car, it veered off and disappeared, then my parents were in these beds. You, hit the beds, and they were moving like cars. Then you bounced off them and hit the other car. A guy rolled out and it was Blaine, he was dead and you were dead and they were dead! Then I showed up and it was me who killed Blaine because I poisoned him and somehow made his gas pedal stay at full speed. He died and couldn't control the wheel and I was happy. But then you all died and it was me who killed you! It's all my fault! You're dead and they're dead because of me!"

He held her as she continued to cry. "It was just a nightmare. I'm alive, and unfortunately Blaine's alive. It's okay, you didn't kill me or your parents. I won't stop you if you want to kill Blaine."

She laughed slightly. "Thanks. I needed that."

Kurama nodded. "Of course Alana. I'll always be here for you, I love you."

They both stopped breathing. She started again first. "I love you too."

He looked down at her, and their eyes met. He knew he did still love her, but they agreed that they couldn't let their relationship grow past friendship again. But she was leaning up and he was leaning down, and he knew what was about to happen, and he wanted more than anything. Their lips touched.

Their hands were all over each other. He explored every inch of her body with his hands and lips and made her scream with pleasure well before he'd even started. He positioned himself above her and stared into her eyes. "Are you certain about this Alana?"

She replied with a deep kiss and a soft bite on his lower lip. He took it as a good sign and plunged into her. Both of them moaned deeply into the kiss. Neither one ever feeling right while they were apart and finally felt so complete. His energy surrounded them again and mixed with her golden aura. He held on as long as he could as he thrust into her as hard and fast his body would allow.

Finally they peaked together and his seed spread deep within her just as his energy expelled into the room. Their lips parted at last and matched sighs of contentment escaped.

He lay beside her and pulled her to him. She draped herself over him and snuggled into his warm flesh. "I missed that," she said, playing with his hair.

Smiling with his eyes closed he said, "So did I." Something was nagging him in his mind. He stayed awake long after she'd fallen asleep before he'd realized what it was.

She'd called for Kurama, not Shuiichi.