Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Dance ❯ College Life ( Chapter 1 )

WARNING; This fic contains randomness and other people. Things in italics are thoughts and words in CAPS are for emphasis. Ifurita is here, so go read her stuff too. I changed the names of the real people I'm basing characters so they aren't harassed any more then they already are. I do not claim ownership to any YYU characters so please don't hurt me.

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Far in the back of the lecture hall, a student shifted and sighed for the fourth time that hour. She was bored beyond words at the moment; the substitute teacher for her psychology 101 was making her wish she were deaf. The idiot had been droning on for an hour now without pause, reading straight from the notes left for him. But she wasn't the only one suffering. A hand full had fallen asleep. A good two dozen had just up and left in the middle of his talking. Some were even doing work for other classes. Only those that didn't care enough, like her, were actually trying to pay attention to his words. Most were failing at such a task rather miserably.

Her thoughts began to darken with an increasing large amount of disgust. I could just kill him now and be done with it. Humans are so annoying. I don't think anyone would miss him either. In fact, I think some people would cheer. The wolf demon let her thoughts of death simmer for a bit before deciding against such an action. I'd get blood on my clothes anyway. It wouldn't be worth it. She smiled despite, or maybe because of, her sadistic thoughts, eager to escape this torment. I'd take adjective endings over this any day. Within a few minutes, the bell gave its faithful ring and the class swiftly vacated, leaving only empty seats behind.

The wolf demon let her steps click gently on the hard pavement. College courses on top of a full time job was hard enough for humans. But having to hide the fact that you were a demon made it harder by ten-fold. Illusions were woven carefully each time she went outside. Blood red markings, ears, and a tail had to be hidden from the view of every human. Maintaining such magic made a person tired, but having the stress of homework and a job made it a nightmare at times. She sighed and walked on, hoping for a bright point in her day to appear.

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A red haired young man walked into the office, his steps calm and quite. "You wished to see me?"

"Indeed I did," replied the person behind the desk. "I have a new assignment for you and your friend. And believe me, this won't be easy."

"I understand that. And we have already heard of this mission. Both of us are willing to go and perform this task."

"Very well. Good luck to you both then."

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The demon smiled wearily. She had only just finished a rather nasty math test and felt very confident of her work. Sitting back down at her desk, she stretched her legs out under the one in front of her, brushing away at a wayward strand of ash blond hair. Her lanky frame fell into a doze as she put her head on her arms, wanting this day to be over she so could go home and sleep.

"Hey, Matsuko," a voice whispered at her ear. Resisting a wince at replying to a human name, she turned to look at the offending interruption. A boy her age, or at least the age she appeared to be, poked her in the side again, repeating his words. "I was wondering if you could tell me the answer to number six."

"I'll tell you the answer when you learn how to grow wings," she replied scathingly. He blushed furiously and returned to his seat, his face as red as her markings. "I have no tolerance for cheaters and moochers," she muttered to his fleeing backside, her gray eyes flashing dangerously. Without a second thought, she gathered her things and departed, leaving class early so as to avoid him and the others like him.

Her swift steps led her back to the apartment she shared with one other girl. Her roommate, also a demon, was absent then, having left only dirty dishes to mark her presence in the first place. Dropping her books without a care on the floor near her bedroom door, she returned to the living room and flopped on the couch, letting her head rest on the back. Her ponytail spilled over the edge, dropping two feet before coming to a halt.

"Ni hazrash ki antiah," she muttered, breaking the illusion spell. Her hair vanished, leaving only a short cropped mass atop her head, each strand no longer then two inches as compared to the two feet before. Blood red markings appeared all over her body, as red wolf ears took place of human ones. Her face held red triangle markings, one of each cheek and one on the middle of her forehead, all pointing into the center of her face. A pair of triangles also showed on the backs of her palms, pointing toward her middle finger. The rest were one-inch wide tiger stripes all along her tan skin. Her face had hallowed, showing prominent cheekbones under her gold eyes. Her red tail had appeared on her right, a third of its length hanging off the edge of the couch. A bang at her door alerted her to company. With skills born of habit, she crept toward the door, leaning down near the bottom to sniff at whoever was there. Her nose twitched, untangling all of the smells she was receiving at once. After only a moment, she smiled and opened the door, giving a tired grin to the person on the other side. "Welcome back."

The second, shorter girl only grunted and entered without a word being uttered. Her blond and red hair was tucked behind her ears, allowing her black eyes to show quite clearly to any that dared to try to match her gaze. Her steps led her to the counter where she dumped her books without a care. Her bell bottom jeans dragged along on the floor, a convenient way to clean the tile. "Judging by your demeanor wolf, I'd guess you had a rough day," the shorted one stated.

"You don't know the half of it Ifurita," she replied, returning to her spot on the couch. She flopped down again, this time laying full length in front of their television on her belly. Ifurita walked to the end of the couch, standing over her roommate with a blank face.

"Well Skyre, if you didn't bother with so many illusions you wouldn't be so tired all the time now would you?" The ice demon replied. "I don't wear any and people treat me just fine." Skyre propped herself up on her elbows, looking at her friend with a raised eyebrow.

"That's all well and good but you don't have a tail and pointy ears to hide," she snapped, having had this argument time and time again. She sighed, jumping to her feet to go to her room, her temper not ready for this battle. "I'm going to the roof the play with Mimic. I'll be back down in an hour or so."

"Why you play with that thing is beyond me. I can't understand how you can trust it," Ifurita replied, moving to start on her homework. Skyre didn't reply, only snatching up her blades before jogging off to the roof of the apartment complex. She strapped them to her belt as she ran, soon having her scimitar thudding against her legs gently with each stride. The roof was vacant as always, only the setting sun to greet her as she burst out of the door.

"Mimic. Hey! Are you here?" She called; knowing it would answer her as always. A tap on her shoulder turned out to be the infamous Mimic, it's grin wide and welcoming after a hellish day. Her sparring partner, a demon that copied the physical appearance of the summoner, blinked its wide gold eyes at hers. It had no voice, but it did have a personality and was happy to see her again. It could neither deal no receive harm, but could fight as though both were a possibility. That is what made it precious to her. Ifurita could battle with a scythe or sword, but that wasn't what Skyre need practice against. She needed practice to get better with her own skills and the best way would be to fight herself.

"I can only stay for one hour tonight, so lets make the best of it." She stepped back a few paces, drawing her weapons as Mimic did the same, copying her every move to start. The sun sank below the horizon and they began to spar, never knowing they were being watched.