Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Keeper ❯ Enter Yumi ( Chapter 2 )

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Okay chappie two: once again, this will be a kind of romance and it will be an epic story going into many sagas.

 

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Chapter 2: Enter Yumi

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Suuichi Minamino sat at his desk surrounded by his horde of female admirers. Even though it looked as if he was being attentive to each of the girls cooing over him, the truth was he was barely listening to them.

The continuous sound of their chatter had become a truly annoying ritual that he had to endure on a daily basis. The constant shrill of, “Oh Suuichi-kun you're so cruel, not accepting my invitation to go out,” “oh Suuichi you're so beautiful,” “Suuichi-kun are you seeing anyone yet?” and on and on it went, had begun to tax on his very nerves. Even though he had preferred to remain in the human realm to be with his mother, he could not deny that there were some things, particularly the incessant fuss over him, which was truly distasteful to him; after all it was the same dribble spoken over and over again without end. It came to a point where he had grown tired of it and waved off their advances.

In truth he had never, not as Suuichi, nor as Youko Kurama, given his heart, or to a lesser degree, doted on, or was emotionally attached to another woman. The only time he coupled with women as Youko Kurama was if it was beneficial to his occupation as a thief or to relieve his physical yearnings with a partner whom he would forget the moment they left his den. As Suuichi, however, his excuse as to why he was not seeing anyone was simply because he had no interest in the women that surrounded him in his life. There was no challenge, they were all easy prey. The fact that there was no challenge meant that his conquest would mean nothing and would, therefore, be worthy of none of his time.

The only woman he was emotionally attached to was his mother, Shiori Minamino. She was the only woman he could easily claim that he had ever loved.

`Perhaps,' he thought, `the thief in me influences this part of my life as well,' he was not known for going after trifle and petty artifacts on his escapades. His name had been immortalized into history because of the level of impossibility of the escapades he had ventured into. And in bearing this little pearl of wisdom in mind, why should he, being the master thief that he is, stoop to the lower depths of these uninteresting, dependent and utterly easy women to find some form of companionship. Such a thing would be in direct opposition to his nature.

Kurama suddenly noticed that the constant female fuss over him had died down and that his admirers had seated themselves some time ago. Their professor, Mr. Omura, had already come into the class and was taking role.

“Minamino,” the professor called out in his drawl, jaded tone.

“Present,” he said absentmindedly. A dozen love dazed female eyes had drifted towards Kurama as he spoke. He simply sighed and stared towards the front of the class.
After role was called, Mr. Omura walked to the front of the class and called attention, “Alright class, today we have a new student joining us from Okita high in Kyoto. Please welcome Miss Nakamura Yumi.” A girl stood up from a side chair near the wall.

Kurama observed the girl standing before the class. She was indeed beautiful, but, he had seen others just as beautiful. The girl had long black wavy hair, pale skin and large luminescent eyes which held the color of a hazel, almost goldenrod color. He also noticed that there was something else curious about her eyes, something that intrigued him, but he did not know what. His eyes drifted to her neck where she wore a beautiful necklace which resembled a choker, but was slightly longer. The necklace held a large beautiful deep garnet stone in the shape of a tear drop that had amber facets running through them. In fact the stone didn't really look like a stone, instead it looked like petrified amber.

`Peculiar choice of jewelry,' he thought

“Welcome Miss Nakamura,” said the class in unison.

The girl simply nodded her head and gave a tiny smile.

“Miss Nakamura, please find your seat next to Miss Tanaka. Tanaka raise your hand please.” Aya Tanaka gingerly raised her hand for Yumi to recognize her. The cheerful brunette was student council president and one of the most popular girls in school. Yumi walked down the isle, bowed her head to Aya, pausing only slightly to gaze into the girl's large, grey eyes and then sat down. Aya blushed slightly at the intensity of Yumi's gaze after she sat down. No one had ever given her a look like that before. The look had been enough to give her a tingling feeling all over her body.

Suuichi, who was sitting behind Yumi, idly wondered how long it would be before `this one' would join the army of his female admirers. As the teacher started lessons, Kurama stared at the back of Yumi's head and noticed that her hair was not black as he originally thought, but it was a deep mahogany with hidden stands of gold running through its wavy length. `Interesting,' he thought `could this mean that you also have a hidden side to yourself?' He mused.

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Later that day: after school

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“Suuichi-kun,” the feminine voice of Aya sang out to him, calling out his name in a long, drawn out manner. Kurama who was standing at his locker shuddered in annoyance at the female shrill that had called out to him.

`By Inari!” he thought to himself, `does the woman know no bounds?'

“Hello Miss Tanaka,” he said, reluctant to turn around and meet his most fervent admirer. After he closed his locker and rearranged his expression from one of disgust to one of pure delight, he turned to meet the bothersome student council president. When he turned, Aya Tanaka's face was not even three inches away from his own. “What a surprise,” he managed to choke out. Aya giggled in pure, girlish satisfaction at his `adorable' greeting.

Kurama's reluctant behavior wasn't due to any physical unattractiveness on the girls part, in fact, she was very beautiful. It was just that her persistent plans to try to gain his affection were truly growing exasperating.

His eyes shifted to the side where he noticed another presence. His eyes were met by eyes the color of hazel with the tiniest of blush flecks running through them, `funny, I didn't notice that before,' thought Kurama.
“Suuichi-kun, I just wanted to personally introduce you to Miss Nakamura. Miss Nakamura, this is Suuichi, the smartest, cutest, most popular boy in the school.”
Yumi stepped forward, flashing what was already becoming her trademark Mona Lisa smile at him, “hello Suuichi, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She bowed her head gracefully.

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well Miss Nakamura,” instead of bowing, Kurama held out his hand. Yumi looked down at his hand and hesitantly placed her own in his.

“Please, call me Yumi,” she said without the slightest trace of emotion lacing her tone.

“As you wish Yumi,” he replied.

There eyes met and held and neither removed their hand from each others grasp. Aya looked back and forth between the two, instantly feeling the heat of jealously rising from within her, but whether the source of her jealously lay with Kurama's perceived interest in Yumi or vice versa, she could not tell. The revelation of her indecision raised a number of questions in her mind. Questions which freaked the hell out of her and which she chose not to acknowledge at the moment.

Mentally, she shook her head and decided it was time to break up the two's little staring contest. “Okay okay, enough with the greetings,” she spat out hurriedly, “anyway we were on our way to the ice cream shop. Care to join us Suuichi-kun?” She asked in the hopes of gaining some normalcy in this little situation.

Kurama removed his gaze and hand from Yumi's, “no I am afraid I cannot. I have a few errands to run. But, thank you for the invitation.” He bowed his head to both of the girls, “farewell.” He said as he began to walk away.

When he turned the corner and was out of sight Aya's gazed sharpened onto Yumi, “Well you two seem rather cozy,” her eyes were filled with blatant curiosity.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Yumi asked.

“The way the two of you were looking into each others eyes,” Aya sighed dramatically, “it's like you two were long lost lovers or something.”

Yumi just looked at the girl with an innocent expression planted on her face, `what a foolish child,' she thought to herself.

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Kurama stood around the corner and watched the two girls conversing. After a while, the two walked off. Kurama sauntered out from the corner with his hands in his pockets staring in the direction the two had walked off in. He brought the hand he had shook Yumi's hand with up to his nose and sniffed it deeply. `Human,' he thought to himself, `…and yet…there is something so inhuman about her. Those eyes…so eerie and yet so familiar somehow…so demonic. Even though there was no demon energy present around her, she could be disguising herself from detection,'

Somehow, he knew, he had better keep an eye out for her…just in case.


Like a serpent slithering into the cracks of the earth, so did her name at that moment, slither purposefully into the cavern of his mind…'Yumi Nakamura…'


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Well that's chapter two. Not very interesting I know, but necessary. So tell me what you guys think.

Will update soon! But, only if I get at least one review. If I have more than one, then I will update very quickly.
Tchao