Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hear Me ❯ Good Night ( Chapter 2 )

Some annoying beeping noise was filling my room numerous times. It was loud and obnoxious…and wouldn't stop. It startled me awake, shooting up from my sleeping position causing me to face my window, which blinded me with the morning sunlight. I felt the remains of dried and wet drool from my mouth to my chin. The beeping still continued. I wiped my mouth, looking down to where I was sleeping. The sight of my book and pen greeted me. My saliva on the bottom half of the page that I was somewhat writing on. I groaned, slapping the alarm clock, which screamed `7am'. The beeping finally stopped. Then I felt the whopping migraine that was followed by the annoying alarm clock. The words that were to be put onto paper were floating in my head, but I couldn't bring myself to write it down. It was like a secret I needed to keep, and not even my own journal was allowed to know. It confused me, but it needed to be left alone. It was a new day.

 

Downstairs the smell of a nice hot breakfast welcomed me. Kurama was already gone, and Shiori's husband was off to work. This has been the basic routine for a while now. It was always Shiori and I in the mornings. I wasn't hungry… I felt nausea turning in my stomach. I wasn't sick… I felt, guilt.

 

I ended skipping out on breakfast, walking to school slowly. The morning sun was warm… the sky a crystal blue. It was an ok morning until flashing lights and men in uniform blocked the sidewalk. They were surrounding a house. A cute house with a nice, green yard, and a swing set. No doubt the residents living there have children. The men frantically moved in and out of the house, carrying flashlights and medical equipment. The other uniformed men had clipboards and cameras. I didn't know what was going on until four men carried out two stretchers with tarps over them. Silhouettes of bodies were under each of the tarp. I cringed; feeling pained and sorrow for the victim's. I could only guess it was murder; since it's not likely they could have both died at the same time. The men continued to rush back and forth, taking pictures, gathering evidence, and so forth. I continued to look at the scene, I felt my eyes water from the sight.

 

“Pretty sad, isn't it? The fact that humans like us can give ourselves such a bad name…” I recognized the voice immediately. He came up next to me, his hands in his pockets, with his slouched posture. His hair was slicked back as usual, and it shined in the sunlight. His eyes also looked pained from the scene… “Yeah…” I nodded, looking back at the horrible image that was happening before me. Police cars were lined up against the curb of the cul-de-sac, their emergency lights flickering on the roof of the cars. Ambulances and fire trucks as well. One of the men ran past on of the stretchers, making the tarp fly off the head of the victim. I immediately gasped at the sight. The expression on the face of a woman was horrifying. Blood covered her face, her eyes, wide with terror. I squeezed my eyes shut, squeezing out a tear. “Hey… We should go.” Yusuke put a hand to my shoulder, feeling my pain. I nodded and quickly started to walk. “Sorry you had to see that…” He apologized, looking down at me. “It's…ok…” I opened my eyes, clutching my book bag tightly, making my knuckles turn white. “Stuff like that really pisses me off.” he began, “I'm supposed to protect the human race, and they go and do crap like that…” I gritted his teeth in frustration. “I mean, I'm punishing these demons, when humans are no different. They're just killing each other like a bunch of hypocrites!” I felt his tension…his anger. It was flowing off his body. I saw his jacket tighten up on him, seeing his fists clench hard. He then sighed, looking away from me. I looked away from him as well. “Not all of humans…are bad.” I started. He then turned his gaze to me, “I mean. Sure, there are bad ones that need to go… but people are great.” I smiled to myself. “I think…they just act that way to get attention…like a middle child… The eldest gets all the responsibility, and the baby gets the love… What does the middle child get?” I looked up at the sky, glaring my eyes from the light.

 

He continued to gaze at me, his eyes, low. The chocolate orbs glistened at my words, making him grit his teeth. I can't say I was accomplished of my small speech, but at least it can give him a different view on the scenario.

 

“Hmm…” He mumbled… I couldn't make out what he said, but I'm sure it was none of my business.

 

“So, anything new?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

 

“Not really…”

 

“Nothing?”

 

“Pretty much.”

 

I gave up.

 

We got to school soon after our `conversation'. He resumed his place at the school roof and I was wandering around waiting for the first bell to ring. Wow, today I got here ridiculously early. I went to my locker, getting a book for my first couple classes, and went to the gymnasium. It was abandoned as usual, so it was perfect to wait for the first bell to ring. I pulled out my notebook from my book bag, taking a pen to a blank page and scribbling pointlessly. No pattern to the direction of where my pen was going. Just random lines filling the page in a cluster. Soon there were bit blank spots left on the page that I destroyed with my non-artistic scribbling. I stared at the lines, trying to find a path where it ended. It was impossible to make out a direct path. Suddenly the gym was filled with obnoxious laughter. I looked to the door where I heard the noise, and found Kuwabara and his gang of friends.

 

“Man! We pounded them!”

 

“We sure did! Did you see the look on their faces?!”

 

They all laughed together, obviously in victory for some street brawl. Kuwabara had a big goofy grin spread across his face, chuckling his usual obnoxious chuckle. His orange hair, greased as well. His blue uniform lay perfectly against his body, looking comfortable. I shifted my weight on the bleacher chairs, hoping they wouldn't see me. It failed. “Hey! Tsuki!” Kuwabara waved. I nervously waved back, chuckling to myself. His friends turned to look to me as well, smiles all on their faces.

 

“What are you doing in here?” He asked with a puzzled look. I merely smiled back.

 

“Just waiting for the bell to ring.”

 

“In the gym?”

 

“Why not?”

 

“It smells like…a gym!”

 

“Thanks for pointing that out…”

 

His group of thugs laughed at his remark. “Good one, Tsuki!” Okubo replied, giving me thumbs up. I only laughed back, wishing they would leave. It's not that I had anything against Kuwabara. I just didn't like his friends all that much… They reminded me too much of posers who want to give their selves a good name, and failed. Kuwabara was different; he didn't give me a crappy first impression when I first met him and Yusuke. Of course, Kuwabara talked to me more frequently than Yusuke.

 

“Well if I can't be in here, why are you guys in here?”

 

They all looked at me like they saw a ghost.

 

“We just…uh…. came back from the track!”

 

They all nodded to each other, making sure they all understood the lie incase anyone asked where they were.

 

“From a fight?”

 

“YEAH! I mean—No, we were running laps!”

 

I sighed, smiling and shaking my head in disapproval, “You're hopeless, Kuwabara.”. He laughed in response, scratching the back of his head. “Hey have you seen Urameshi?” He paused, looking up at me. “Yeah, he should be up on the roof.” I blinked.

“Thanks, Tsuki, See ya around!” They all ran out of the gym in a rush. I wondered what they were up to, but I'm sure it was nothing. I continued to draw in my cluster on lines on the blank notebook page. The pen was going dry, giving me scattered dashed lines on the page. I sighed, continuing to gaze at my `artwork'.

 

Ding~Ding~Ding~Ding~

 

I jumped in my seat at the echo of the loud bell in the gymnasium. Class time. Yippee.

I got up from my seat, walking down the rows of the wooden bleachers, and onto the basketball court. The floor was nice and waxed, giving off a nice shine that reflected the lights overhead. I stared at the empty court, and shrugged it off, walking out into the hallway that was now bustling with students to get to their class. I wound my way through the crowd, finding the room that was my first period. The classroom was half-full seeing as how students are most likely grabbing their books from their lockers. I sighed again, sitting down at my desk and looking out the window. It was going to be a boring day as usual… Kuwabara and his gang of friends came in, still laughing at one another, sitting down at their desks near the back. Kuwabara sat behind me as usual.

 

“Alright class, settle down.” Mr. Akashi snorted to himself. The class followed and quieted down, sitting in their seats in a proper fashion, like they were all in some high-class private school. “Now then, let's take roll.” He snorted again while picking up a paper, which had the list of names in the current class. He read down the list before calling the names. “Ayano?” He called, followed by a `here!'. This went on for about ten minutes, calling each individual student.

 

Once roll was done he proceeded in the day's lecture, turning his back to the class and writing things down on the blackboard like the students were paying attention. I tuned him out, staring out the window in awe. It was nice outside… not too hot, not too cold. The sun was shining brightly, and there were few clouds in the sky. It didn't feel right to be locked up in a school.

 

I continued to gaze out the dirty window when something down on the street caught my eye. Flashing lights of a fire truck zoomed by, followed by an ambulance. I winced, remembering the earlier events on the way to school.

 

Another Murder…

 

I watched them as they hurried down the street. The cars ahead of them quickly pulled to the side to give them an open road. Their flashing lights and loud sirens; sending warnings to anyone up ahead. The cars that were now abandoned behind the racing medical, slowly resumed their place, driving down the street. I sighed softly, watching the hustle down below.

 

I wonder what he's doing right now…

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

I decided not to bother him after classes were over. Instead I just crammed my books into my tiny, nearly dust-filled locker, and started home. The school was leaking out kids after the final bell. They all scattered to their planned locations, some in bunches, and some alone. I was in the `alone' part. I started walking down the street towards my house. I snuck a glance back to the school roof, which was abandoned.

 

He must have left already…

 

I found there was no point to me going home so early… it was only 3pm.

 

Exams are coming up…maybe I should go study?

 

I pondered the though for a moment, and then set off in the other direction. I decided not to study because there was really no point in doing so. Sure, grades are important, but I'm not about to turn around and shove my nose into a textbook. But…what to do? I continued walking down the dirty sidewalk, behind some kids that were yapping about their day. Eventually I stopped at a bookstore to pass the time. I walked in through the sliding doors smelling the fresh scent of new leather chairs. It was quiet and not crowded. A couple people were in the store, searching through the hundreds of books on the many different shelves. The clean signs that sorted out the different genres of books looked brand new as well. The carpet was nice and vacuumed. The soft purple gave the room a warm, vibrant feeling. I sighed, wondering where to start. I looked to the shelf next to me, which read `horror' on it. I shook my head, walking past the tall shelf and read the next sign. I started looking through the SciFi books, reading each title as I slowly walked down the aisle. Lots of them were alien related, or had something to do with vampires and werewolves, People morphing into obscure things. I shrugged off the books, and went on to the next aisle.

 

Romance…

 

I skimmed through the aisle reading the titles. Though this section interested me the most. I've never been in love, or experienced it. I felt there was no need for it to exist. Love only led to heartbreak and pain… and reading about all the `love at first sight' and `soul mates' amused me. One title caught my eye To Love and To Hate. I stared at the hardcover spine for a moment, and finally brought it out from its place on the shelf. The cover was a bit cliché. A beautiful woman was on the cover, long brown hair without gorgeous brown bedroom eyes, gazing at a dark haired man. His arms were draped over her slender body, a smug smirk across his face. His glowing emerald eyes met her gaze. The cliché part was that she was dressed in white, and he was dressed in red. Clearly symbolizing the angel and devil aspect. In both their eyes they were happy…yet…sad.

I was eager to see what this book was about, so I clutched it to my chest, and walked to an open leather chair. I sat down, opening the thick book to the first page. The words that were printed upon the clean white page were eye catching, and beautifully written; the tale of a woman who was a newly wed to her high school sweetheart. They were happy, and just bought themselves a new apartment in New York City in the states. She dreamed of having children and starting a family with him. Life was good…

 

I continued to read the story…engrossed in the beautiful form of detail and writing. It was more advanced than any other book that I've read before. There was a scene when she and her new husband make love… the amount of detail without going into too much detail was addicting. The words that described their passionate night gave the reader an idea what was going on… it gave a clear visual. I started to envy the woman…Her thoughts and words, saying she loves him, how much she adores him. It made me wish I had that…someone to lean on, talk to, hold me, …someone to love.

 

I was engrossed in the book for odd reasons…

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

The bookstore announced their closing for the night. Selling their last bit of books for the day to the remaining customers. There were only about two other people in the store besides me. Nearly I was one third of the way into the book. Tackled 220 pages. I looked outside the giant window seeing the dark sky. The bookstore closed at 11pm. I sighed knowing I'll get a hard time when I get home for being so late. I closed the book, seeing the spine now bent, returning the book to the shelf and walking out of the store.

 

A cold gust of wind greeted me when I walked out. The sharp cold wind nearly pained my throat from inhaling such a big gust of it. I swallowed, desperately trying to renew the warmth in my throat. Hardly anyone was outside. The streets were empty, the other stores on the street already closed, and the first batch of houses weren't for another few blocks. Great…

 

I started to walk down the direction of where my house was. Clutching my book bag tightly. Small little sprinkles of droplets fell from the sky slowly, in a light drizzle. The sidewalk was cold. My walk was quiet, the silence interrupted by the occasional cracking of dried leaves being crushed against the pavement by my weight. I looked around nervously to make sure I was alone, until a distant laugh caught my attention. I glanced back finding three men, scrubby looking, following not that far behind me. One was chuckling to himself. He was a large man, with some stubble for a beard, wearing a worn out white tank top and some scrubby dirty jeans. The other two that followed looked about the same way at the other. I turned around starting to walk a bit faster. I heard their footsteps as well, and they too increased their speed. I tried to ignore it, walking faster and faster but not to make it look like I'm going to run. They followed, quickening the pace. I knew for a fact now they were after me. Panic started to fill my stomach, and I searched for a way out. The first batch of housing wasn't for another 7 blocks…

 

I knew something was going to happen, I just knew it. I shouldn't have stayed at the bookstore for so long!

 

Among the long string of buildings on either side of the streets, I found a turn into an alleyway. I swiftly turned hoping they wouldn't see me. I turned to face the entrance of the alleyway, hoping to see them just walk by. My feet unknowingly started to walk backwards, sliding harshly against the ground. The moister from the drizzle helped me slide slowly back. My eyes never peeled from the entrance, starting to burn from the harsh temperature of the cold night. The men's laughter continued to raise in level as they came closer and closer to the entrance.

 

I'm doomed.

Before I knew it, three silhouettes of the men that were `stalking' me blocked the entrance. I swallowed hard, trying to calm the giant lump in my throat. A cold sweat ran down the back of my neck as I continued to walk backwards, slowly from the large men.

 

“Now little girl, what are you doing out so late?” one chuckled, taking a step towards me.

“It's not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out here…” The other one grinned, taking a step as well. I still slid my feet back, one by one, until it hit something solid. I felt the blood drain from my face, the cold sweat became freezing. My eyes, as large as they were, tried to grow larger.

 

A Dead End…

 

They all grinned in unison, walking towards me slowly. One actually began to unzip his pants, while the other reached for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to find the scream that was building inside my lungs.

 

“Come on, lovely. What do you say we have ourselves a good time?” He came closer. I tried to find the scream…it failed me.

 

“No…don't…” I gasped, clutching my bag to my chest. I couldn't bring myself to hurt them…even though I should.

 

Suddenly I felt myself lift off the ground in a blur. The three men suddenly sounded distant, their `huh?' was far away from me now. I didn't dare open my eyes, but…I felt strong arms around my body, giving me relief that I was saved. The wind against my face stopped, as so apparently did I.

 

“You okay?” A calm, collected voice asked. I felt a pair of eyes gazing to my face. I slowly opened my eyes trying to regain my vision to see my savior.

 

“Y-Yusuke?” I blinked, shocked, yet embarrassed. He grinned. “What in the hell are you doing out this late?” he set me down to my feet onto the ground. I wiped my tears of frustration out of my eyes and looked at him.

 

“It was…a really good book” I muttered. And he laughed.

 

“Don't tell me you're becoming a book worm, too?” He smiled. My heart nearly skipped a beat. I shook my head from his accusation, disagreeing.

 

“I didn't know it had gotten so late.” I looked up at the cloudy, drizzling sky. The small droplets of water made my face moist. Then it hit me. What was he doing out so late? I looked at him and asked him, “Aren't you going to tell me why you are out so late?”

 

He blinked at my question.

 

“Well excuse me, I'm not the one who went into an alleyway to have wild crazy sex with three uh-guh-ley losers.” He scowled, sounding out all the syllables. I glared in response.

 

“They were stalking me!” I responded, pointing back in the direction of the alleyway.

 

“And you turned into an alley”

 

“There was nowhere else to go”

 

“Right, Right. I still say you wanted to have sex with them” He shrugged.

 

“I DID NOT!” I shrieked.

 

He laughed, “it's ok, Tsuki, I'm just messing with you.”

 

I crossed my arms, trying to figure out his expressions. He grinned back at me, his hands now shoved into his pockets. His hair was falling down due to the drizzle. I continued to stare at his face, half in awe, and half in gratitude.

 

He saved me…

 

The thought of that was enough. I sighed, smiling back at him. “Thank you…” I continued to look at him. He blinked at me, “For what?” I smile dropped in disbelief. Did he just really ask that? “For saving me.” I pointed it out. He then chuckled, “I was just walking by…” He lied. I sighed and then laughed with him. Even if he's ashamed to say he did save me, he was bad at showing it.

 

“Come on. Let's get you home… Kurama's probably going to have a cow for you being home so late.” He nudged his head towards Kurama's house. I nodded in response, following him to the house. We got there in no time, getting some small talk in on the way. He smiled down at me. “Good night.”

 

“Good night.” I said.

 

“No more stray men, you hear?” He patted my head playfully, ruffling my hair. I fought with his strong hand, eventually prying it away from me.

 

“Oh, let it go already would you?!” I shrieked.

 

He laughed.

 

“See ya later.” He waved, walking away from the house, whistling to himself as he did. I smiled, walking up to the doorstep and looking back at him walking away.

 

It was a good night indeed…