Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hear Me ❯ Unfathomable ( Chapter 1 )

I've never thought about being in love… I never experienced it. I didn't think there was any reason to. But when I met “Him”, that thought changed. He changed me… For better and for worse.

 

 

It was a normal day for me. School, Gossip, Girl talk…and there's him. I never really fit in at school. I never talked to the other girls, or boys for that matter. I'm usually quiet. Then there's the chance of him talking to me, which is unlikely. Unless there's a case Koenma gave us. I guess he only talked to me because I'm there... I never really had much reason to talk to him either.

I was in class as usual. The teacher was lecturing on some battle that happened many years ago. I didn't care for it, I don't think anybody in that class did. Nobody I saw was paying attention. Some girls were passing notes to each other. Giggling as they opened up to read the scribble on the wrinkled paper. Some boy was chewing on his pencil reading a `dirty' magazine inside his text book; that could fool anyone to thinking he was reading the giant book of bore.

Then there was Kuwabara who was just staring off into space obviously bored out of his mind. I looked up at the clock, wondering how much longer we have to sit here and listen to the teacher's blabbering.

 

Five more minutes…

 

I can endure that. It won't take long. I can just count my way up to a minute and then start over.

 

One…

Two…

Three…

 

What am I doing? This is pointless…

 

Before I knew it, the bell rang. The students stuffed their textbooks into their bags and made their way out of the door. Me being the last one… I slowly walked out of the dirty classroom… Clutching my bag to my waist. Maybe he's here today? I shook my head at the thought. The hall was flooded with students, all talking to one another. It all came to me as fuzz. A giant wave of voices that I couldn't understand, like they were all speaking a different language.

 

I stood there, looking dumb founded. Like I've never been to this school or something. I looked to the left… then the right. It was the lunch hour so everyone was scattering about. I hated this time of day. It's the time of day where it makes me think. I decided to just walk up to the roof of the school. It'll let me escape the talking amongst the students.

 

Plus…there wouldn't be any chance that he would be up there. He hardly ever comes to school…Boy, was I wrong?

I finally reached the top of the flight of stairs, which led to my destination. I reached for the dirty knob and twisted it, pushing the door open, letting the sunlight flood my vision. It was a warm day… a sunny day… I wiped my eyes to clear my vision, and closed the door behind me. I let out a sigh, taking in some of the warm air as I went to inhale. I couldn't help but to put on a smile.

 

I walked to the cement curb against the wall, letting my book bag fall with a thud. I sat down; resting my elbows on my knees while my hands supported my head. I stared out into the open for a bit. Damn…it really is a nice day. I was lost in thought, until a voice interrupted me.

 

“So…did you come up here to look at the view or are you just wanting to visit?”

 

I blinked. Oh no…

I turned to see who it was, even though I had a pretty good guess. I hate always being right… “Wanted to escape from everything…” I replied. He smirked at me, fixing up his gelled hair. “Now you know how it is for me everyday” He sighed. I couldn't tell if he was bored or upset that I was here. I smiled nervously, looking away from him. This was awkward… We never talk. Not unless it's a case…

 

I could hear the blood rushing in my ears… My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn't hear myself think! This was a nightmare… I know I'm going to blow something.

He jumped down from the building, sitting down next to me. I stiffened.

 

“So…”

 

“So….”

 

Yep, this is awkward. I didn't dare to look at him. I kept staring off into space. I could feel his eyes on me. That or away from me… I couldn't tell which. It was blurry. But I'm not going to make sure if I'm right or wrong. My hands now clenched fists on the pavement, my knuckles turning white. “I'm sorry… I should get going.” I blurted out, abruptly standing up walking away as fast as I can. I felt his puzzled expression on his face from behind me. Good thing I didn't have to look, because then I would have fallen flat on my face. I finally reached the hallway that was flooded with the student body thanking myself for getting there quickly. I sighed to myself in relief. No one noticed my abrupt entrance, they were all too engrossed in their gossip with one another to even notice I exist. Today sucked…

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

The final bell rang and I couldn't be any happier. I quickly shoved my things into my book bag, throwing it over my shoulder and making my way out of the small classroom. I watched the students say their goodbyes, ahead of me was Keiko. I don't know why but she bugged me…a lot. And even if we never talked before, she still gets onto my nerves. I overheard her conversation with one of her friends.

“No way!” Her friend said

“Mhm! And then the teacher was like `well now you have to write me a new paper!' I felt bad!” She bit her fingernail. “I do too! A whole essay down the drain!” He friend nearly choked. I rolled my eyes…that was the most pointless conversation I've ever heard. I finally got outside of the building, sucking in a big whiff of the warm air. The sun was setting in the pink and orange sky making the warmth slowly fade. I smiled. Another day has passed.

 

It took me about a half hour to get to my home. Also known as Kurama's. The sweet scent of freshly baked cookies filled the house followed by beef and noodles. Shiori must've come home early. She and Kurama gladly took me in as one of their own. Mainly due to the fact that I have nowhere else to stay. And Kurama wants me to attend this human school. I'm a half-breed demon. My mother was a demon of the Makai, and my father was human born and raised in Tokyo. After I was born, my mother passed away…and my father, whom never really approved of having a girl, left me for dead. I never really knew him that much…

 

“I'm home!” Kurama's voice called in the house. I heard the thud of his book bag hitting the wood floor. “Welcome home!” Shiori walked in, wiping her hands with a green wash towel. “Oh! Tsuki, you're home too!” she smiled to me. I smiled back, “Yeah, just walked in.” “Well, Dinner's almost ready!” Shiori smiled at both Kurama and me and walked back into the kitchen. “How was school?” He asked me, taking off his shoes. “Fine I guess…” I said slowly, trying not to remember the `Yusuke' incident. “That's good.” He smiled.

 

I nodded and walked upstairs to my bedroom. It was the same routine everyday. Shiori must've cleaned up the place because my bed was actually made for once. The dirty laundry that was usually on the floor to greet me wasn't there. I could actually see my floor, which surprised me. I flopped onto the made bed messing up the neatly flat purple covers that protected the mattress. The ceiling stared down at me. I shook my head to wipe my thoughts from me rolling over and grabbing the small pink book, which lay on my nightstand. I grabbed the pen that was beside it and opened up to a new page. My hand began to move the pen fluidly on the page to write about the happenings of today. The ink fell onto the paper smoothly from the ballpoint pen. Clean crisp letters were now printed onto the page describing my interaction with the boy named Yusuke Urameshi.

 

I may know him in person. But deep down, when you think of it, I don't. It confuses me… and sends me down a road, which saddens me. It's not like I don't want to know him. No… It's quite the opposite. I do want to know him.

 

Today was a simple yet interesting day. I spoke to Yusuke for the first time in a long time. It's been quiet lately…

 

“Tsuki! Dinner!” Shiori called for me from downstairs. My fluid writing stopped. I shut the book gently leaving it upon the mattress, walking downstairs to see Kurama and Shiori sitting at the table. I put on a smile, sitting at my normal place at the long wooden surface…the end. The food was already upon a plate, which sat in front of me. The steam from the heat of the food reached up to my nose flooding my nostrils with a sweet scent, making my stomach rumble in hunger. The three of us smiled at one another and began eating. It was a quiet dinner… No one dared to say a word. The occasional clanking of silverware against the dishes echoed in the house. I felt Shiori's eyes shift from me to Kurama numerous times. Still, no one said a word.

 

*~*~*~*

After dinner I gathered the abandoned dishes from the table. It was my turn to do them tonight. I nearly dropped them all into the sink making a crashing noise. No one seemed to be bothered by it since I did usually every time I do dishes. I hated it…

I turned the knob above the spout, causing it to spew hot steaming water onto the dishes. The cloud of moister flew up to the ceiling instantly. The kitchen suddenly became hot. I sighed, taking a plate and started to scrub it clean. The soap suds falling onto my hand from the sponge. I did this continuously until I got the other side of the sink full of soapy wet dishes. I stared at them blankly, hating that fact that I wasn't done.

 

“Need help?” I heard a voice ask behind me. I turned to see who it was and it was Kurama no less. “No, I'm fine.”, I turned around, continuing to attend the wet dishes, “It's my turn to wash them tonight. It wouldn't be fair if I let you help me. You did them last night.”

 

“It's fine, really. I don't mind.” Despite my rejection, he still grabbed a dishtowel and began to dry the sopping wet dishes. I looked at him puzzled, but then gave up with trying to not let him help. “So I ran into Yusuke on the way home…”, He began, “Sounds like you two had a talk today at lunch?” He looked over at me. I scoffed, “More like an awkward moment.” I heard his chuckle for a reaction. “It's ok, he didn't sound bothered at all.”

 

I didn't respond this time, I just kept rinsing the dishes clean.

 

*~*~*

After the dishes were done, I walked up slowly to my room, resuming my writing atop of my bed.

 

I wonder if anything will ever happen… we haven't heard from Koenma in a while. I think it's been too quiet… It's not like I'm apart of the spirit detective business anyhow. So why am I feeling like I am?

 

I stared at the words that I wrote. I felt a sudden urge to just tear that page out. Instead, my pen continued to lay on the page, the ink slowly spreading out on the page in a circle, moistening the spot it rests upon. Then I realized… that there were no words to describe what happened today. It was just... Unfathomable.

 

 

To be continued in Chapter 2.