Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Body and Soul ❯ Kyoko ( Chapter 1 )

Okay, before we get started I just want to say that this story is strange even by my standards. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho but I do own the story line and the original character, Darda/Kyoko (this will be explained). Please be kind and review on your way out.

 

Summary: A new girl enters into Kurama's class with beauty and brains enough to challenge him and dreams of becoming a doctor. But that's not why she came. She has returned to reclaim what was once hers no matter what it takes.

 

 

Winter was nearly upon them. The obvious drop in temperature was but one clue. The fact that shoe lockers were now nearly filled to bursting with scarves, gloves, and a few hats was another. Blustering winds chilled the students to the bone as they walked (a few running) into the school and by the time most reached the building, their noses and cheeks were flushed with cold.

 

Even the classes themselves seemed to have been affected. Literature classes began studying one of the most famous of Japanese figures, the Yuki-Onna. A spirit woman who would lure men to their deaths with her beauty. Many of such classes were in the middle of compare and contrast sections involving this cruel maiden and the frost giants and Snow Queen of the western folklores. It was an entertaining change when compared to the grueling sections of reading seemingly countless classic texts.

 

Students were gathered in the halls, nearly tripping over one another in an attempt to see the scores of the latest literature tests. Looking over the names and scores, a few sighs of defeat echoed through the halls. They wondered why they even bothered to look at the scores anymore because they were always the same: Minamino Shuiichi with the highest score, and Yuu Kaito not far behind him. This ritual of sorts was pointless.

 

Rows of desks were slowly filling with students, the stragglers trickling in at the last moment, dashing to their desks books and note books already set out for class. A group of girls had gathered at the back corner of the room chatting and giggling. Anyone who attended the school knew just who it was they were talking to.

 

“Wow, Minamino-kun, you got the highest score again! That's so amazing!” one of them gushed.

 

“I'll say, that test was hard. I could hardly remember half of what we read.” Said another.

 

He looked up at them and gave them a dazzling smile. “It wasn't that difficult. But I suppose I had a bit of an unfair advantage since I do enjoy reading in my spare time.”

 

“Really? Did you read any of the books we looked at?”

 

“Yes, I've read most of them actually, the `Tale of Genji' is one of my favorites.” He replied.

 

The door clattered open, and the girls scrambled to their places. Sitting up strait and quiet as the teacher entered. Following after him was a girl none of them recognized. Strange, they didn't remember being told of a transfer student. On second thought, who cared?

 

She was the perfect example of classic, fragile Japanese beauty, like the women in wood block paintings. Black hair tumbled over her shoulders and the curve of her breasts. Her waist was narrow and the uniform skirt hung from slightly wide hips. Almond eyes were dark and warm. Sakura pink lips curved into a friendly smile… Her skin was sickly pale, ashen like that of a long dead corpse.

 

“Class, I would like to introduce you to Kyoko Akihoshi. She has just recently moved here from Hokkaido and I would like all of you to make her feel welcome.”

 

Her smile brightened and she bowed low. “Ohayo gozaimasu. Dozo yoroshiku.” She said politely.

 

“You may take the seat next to Minamino, Akihoshi.”

 

“Thank you sir.” She looked up to find her seat. And her eyes met with Kurama's. For a brief fraction of a second, her face became ugly and contorted. Her eyes narrowed and she snarled in unsuppressed rage.

 

But her mask slid back into place as quickly as it had disappeared and she smiled coyly.

 

The outburst however, did not go unnoticed. As she sat down, Kurama stole a quick glace at her, taking in her features, sizing her up. She turned to him, the hatred in her eyes as plain as day despite the shy, happy façade. Whatever he had done to her, he didn't know. But what did it matter? She was no threat to him.