Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Body and Soul ❯ Flash Back, Fight Back ( Chapter 5 )

Kurama remembered very clearly when he first decided to take the body of that unborn child. He had been shot and severely wounded. To save himself, he escaped to the human world, and plunged into the body of another, not caring whether or not it already belonged to some other soul. And so, the great demon Youko Kurama was reborn in the human world, dressed in the skin of a human. Or more specifically, dressed in Kyoko's skin.

 

Now, after years of being semi-aware of the fact that this body wasn't his, having only the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror to remind him, he stood before the woman who should've rightfully taken that body. Well, if nothing else, it explained his more feminine looks.

 

When caught in surprise, do what you can to find the humor in a situation.

 

The cryptic laughter that may have escaped him was suddenly blocked. With his body pinned to the ground, he was left painfully open. Slender and soft hands had wrapped around his throat.

 

And yet, he was unfazed.

 

“Die. Die, Shuichi Minamino!” She snarled.

 

His energy poured from him into a small seed in his hair. Like a green firework, the stem and leaves burst forth. Fleshy buds appeared all upon the length of it, and they too opened in full force and splendor, revealing pale blue flowers the size of umbrellas and heavy with pollen.

 

Kyoko jumped back certain that this turn for the worst was part of some dream. Kurama lay in the snow, and plants were growing and writhing around his body. In an odd sort of a way, the movement of the vines was very sensual, almost erotic, and mesmerizing. Transfixed, she didn't notice the pollen billowing past, like pale make-up from a powder puff. Ignoring the growing dizziness that fogged her mind, she swayed along with the unusual plant, finding it harder and harder to balance.

 

Deep in the recesses of Kurama's mind Youko smirked triumphantly. Oh yes, the Ranki Flower was quite the wonder. But it had to have been one of the most difficult for him to obtain. After all, it only grew at the very top of Makai's tallest mountains.

 

“W-what have you… done to me?” Kyoko moaned. Her words slurred together and her eyes fluttered in an attempt to clear her vision. All she saw around her was fog and her breathing became labored, her chest heaving painfully.

 

Her power over him was fading fast and Kurama stood up defiantly.

 

“You mustn't speak Kyoko. It only uses up what little oxygen you have left faster.”

 

Sound, light, and color swirled together. Her legs wouldn't be able to hold her up much longer and she stumbled back, her arms flying in all directions, searching for something to steady herself. Knocking together, her knees gave way and she sank to the ground, her arms limp and her head lulled back as if it were too heavy for her neck. Eventually, her half lidded eyes closed and she fell to her side.

 

As quickly as it had appeared, the plant folded back neatly into its seed.

 

Striding smoothly toward her body, he fanned away at what remained of the pollen and picked her up gently. As if it were the most normal and casual of all things in the world, he carried her to the hospital. When he got there, he explained her condition as an asthma attack and left as soon as the doctors began to tend to her.

 

Kyoko woke up hours later in her hospital bed. She was allowed to leave not long afterward, but only when the doctor had finished reprimanding her for not carrying an inhaler. Confused and yet thankful for a believable lie she could play along with, she sat there, smiling and nodding politely.

 

The instant she got home, she stormed to her room, looked up to the ceiling and screamed, the small hand mirror on her dresser shattering into countless, glittering pieces.

 

The door shut softly with a click.

 

“Shuichi?” Shiori called softly. “Did you -?”

 

“Yes mother, I bought the medicine you wanted.” He replied calmly.

 

“Oh, thank - Shuichi? What happened? Oh, your face is bruised and all those scratches - !”

 

“It's alright mother. I merely slipped on a patch of ice and fell on the way home.”