Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Mark of The Demon ❯ Musouka ( Chapter 1 )

Mark of The Demon

Chapter 1

Musouka

‘Dreamer’

It was pouring torrents of freezing cold rain.

My skin felt drenched beneath the thin white silk gown I was wearing. My body shook and my hands trembled violently as I held them up in front of my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off my hands, in the night they were a sickly white with crimson blood streaming down from my fingertips to my forearms.

Thunder cackled in the distance and lightning flashed every other second.

My mind was racing as my emotions went through confusion, anger and sadness. But if I felt so hurt, why didn’t my heart ache? Should my heart fill pain?-and for what?

Everything was so surreal as I slowly lowered my hands. My gaze dropped steadily as I braced myself for what I was about to see.

In front of me lay a fall dark figure. I couldn’t see who it was, but blood was pouring from them. Blood that I had split. Blood that was now on my hands.

It finally occurred to me that I didn’t know what to feel. I didn’t know how to react. Sure there were thoughts swirling inside of me, angry and tragic thoughts, but my heart felt as light as ever as if nothing could weigh it down or break it.

Hugging myself tightly in the rain, I sank to the ground bit by bit with my head bowed low so I wouldn’t have to look at the dead body.

Nothing. I felt nothing. These weren’t emotions inside of me. They were something else, something sinister, something…disturbing.

I closed my eyes and began rocking back and forth, “This isn’t happening…this isn’t happening” I whispered under my breath. My fingers clenched the silk fabric. This was just another dream, another nightmare.

“Arakawa?”

I looked up at the sound of my name, but there was nobody there.

“Arakawa?”

I heard it again, louder and angrier this time.

“Arakawa, Rakuen? Answer me!”

I blinked and found inside with sun shining through the classroom windows. My head hurt and I saw that I had fallen out of my chair and was laying sprawled between the desks. Immediately my confusion turned into embarrassment as I looked up to see my home room teacher glaring down at me. From the looks of things, school had long since gotten out and I was the last person besides him left in the classroom.

“Arakawa, that’s the third time this week you’re fallen asleep in class!” He berated angrily as I scrambled onto my feet.

Had it really only been three times? It felt like more. Each dream seemed the same, but a little bit different nonetheless. In the last dream before this one, it had been lightly snowing not raining.

I scratched the back of my head, “Sorry Izubuchi-san.” Though my voice sounded a lot more indifferent than apologetic, not that I meant to sound rude at all.

He turned on his heel and marched back to his desk, “Just go home Arakawa, it’s already twenty past five.”

I nodded eagerly and mentally sighed as I picked up my book bag and practically darted out of the classroom feeling more like a fool than usual.

I bit my bottom lip as I walked through the empty school hallways trying to find the way out. I couldn’t remember which way to go and I never imagined I’d get lost this easily. All you have to do is go down to the first floor and…my mind was drawing blank. I must have walked by the same bathroom four times before pounding a wall in frustration.

New schools were a pain. Being a new student who couldn’t find her way out of a wet paper bag was also a pain.

I had just transferred to Sarayashiki Junior High this week because my aunt and uncle had decided to move for the fourth time in the five years I had been living with them. It was annoying that every time something went wrong they decided to move, I mean if I did something wrong. The cause of this last move was because I had gotten in a ferocious argument with my homeroom teacher had punched him right in the face before realizing what I had done.

Finally, after what seemed to the longest ten minutes of aggravation I found my way out.

I took a deep breath than sighed deeply as I walked along the sidewalk. Week one was complete, now I had how many more to go? I already couldn’t remember how many weeks of school was, a sure sign that I’d rather not think about school at all.

“Dammit,” I whispered harshly clutching my head with both hands, “this is driving me insane!”

“Don’t think too hard, it might break your tiny brain Rakuen-chan.” Someone said behind me.

I recognized that voice almost instantly. The voice of my two year older cousin, Shinji. He thinks that two years means he’s my ‘elder’, but you’d never catch me referring to him that way.

“At least I have a brain,” I retorted, feeling somewhat awkward that he just caught me spazzing out again. I turned around and glared up at him. Yes, up. He’s over a head taller than me and that much more idiotic, in my opinion. He also had that stupid short and spiky black hair that I often ridiculed as gravity defying. I never understood how it could stick up without the use of hair gel. It’s one of the many mysteries of the universe I’m sure.

He smiled that annoying smile as he began walking next to me, “So, how was school today? Didn’t pass out again did you?”

I froze. How did he know?

“Izubuchi-san called my mom and dad yesterday about it, I guess you can say I overhead the conversation.”

Guess I should clear up why my teacher would call my aunt and uncle, shouldn’t I? My mother died shortly after I was born and her brother, my uncle, was the only relative willing to take me in after eight years of being passed around in foster families. Nobody knew who my father was and mother never told anyone so no one knows any of my father’s relatives. So, if you do the math right, I have been living with my aunt, uncle and Shinji for a little over six years.

“Liar.” I growled through gritted teeth, “You were eavesdropping again, weren’t you?”

He tilted his head to one side as we crossed the street, “Lighten up, I’m just trying to make friendly conversation.” He gave me a sideways smirk, “At least you went to school, I can’t stand it.”

“You skipped again then?” Typical Shinji.

“No duh. Just because mom and dad think that moving to a new city might motivate me to get off my lazy ass, doesn’t mean I will. At least I‘ve never punched a teacher…”

I shook my head and ignored his last sentence before saying, “I really can’t believe you…I have such a slacker for a cousin.”

Shinji grinned at my comment, “And I have such an anger management and psychologically unstable female for a cousin.”

I wasn’t amused by his joke. Just because I occasionally throw things and I sometimes spaz out doesn’t mean I was unstable. Overly dramatic was how I would described myself.

“So,” I rolled my eyes, “where were if not at school. You’re wearing your uniform.”

“At the arcade, there were some cool kids there.”

“You mean drop outs and delinquents.” I corrected him hastily.

“In other words, cool kids.”

I decided to allow him that as we got onto the bus that would take us to the other side of the city where we lived, “Met anyone more interesting than you?”

“Well, I didn’t met this one guy actually, but I saw him beat the crap outta this orange haired guy. It was quite entertaining I assure you. His name’s Urameshi Yusuke and the orange hair guy was Kuwabara Kazuma.”

The names made me do a double take, “What?” I had heard rumors that those two went to my school, not that I had seen them at all this week or anything, but from what I heard this Yusuke fellow was similar to a sadist masochistic.

“I didn’t stutter did I? And from what I know they both attend your school Rakuen.”

I didn’t say another word for the rest of the bus ride, even as we got off I stayed silent as we walked another block down and arrived at the new house. It was nearly dusk by the time Shinji and I were inside and talking off our shoes in the entrance hall.

He went up to his room to and I went to the kitchen where my aunt was preparing dinner.

“Good evening,” I said as I leaned my elbows on the cold kitchen counter as she chopped some vegetables.

She looked at me and smiled softly, “You both are back late. Did something happen? It’s unusual for you two to come home together.” She was a frail looking woman, maybe too thin for her age not that she was old or anything. She was nice though, I couldn’t imagine how this sweet woman had given birth to someone as obnoxious as Shinji.

I shrugged and changed the subject, “Where’s uncle?”

“Closing up the bakery downtown, which reminds me, we need help there next week. Haruka and Umi won‘t be able to make it because they both have weddings to go to.”

Aunt and uncle owned a bakery. Haruka and Umi were employees there, both college students who worked part time.

The place where we used to live was right above our bakery, but it was cramped so they decided to buy a house after six years of Shinji’s and my rooms being right next to each other. Now his bedroom was upstairs and mine was downstairs, but I would personally preferred it if he lived outside in the backyard.

“I’ll come from after school,” I offered.

“You won’t mind Shinji being there too?” She asked.

I hesitated at the fact that Shinji had actually agreed to help out for once. Then I nodded briskly, “I said that I would help you when you and uncle took me in and I will.” Then my thoughts shifted back to school, “Did Izubuchi-san call?”

“As a matter of fact, he did yesterday and today a few minutes before you arrive.” She raised an eyebrow suspiciously as she took the chopped up vegetables off of the counter and put them into a soup that was on the stove, “What’s with you falling asleep in your classes? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“It just happens.”

“It just happens?”

“It happens out of no-”

Shinji interrupted when he entered the room with his headphones that were around his neck playing music at full blast, “Is dinner almost ready?” He said loudly over his music.

“Go back upstairs,” I scowled at him, “No one wants to see you in your underwear.”

“About ten minutes,” Aunt said glancing disapprovingly at her son who had changed into what basically were pajamas, a big t-shirt and pajama bottoms with blue and black patches on them.

I was about to ask if Auntie wanted me to set the table, but before I could my head exploded with pain. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, like a migraine tens a million. It was like someone beating my head over and over with a iron crow bar.

The last thing I remember hearing was my aunt yelling at Shinji with a panicked urgency in her voice.

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Character Bio #1

Name: Arakawa, Rakuen

Gender: Female

Age: 14

B-day: 10-31

Height: Just over 5 feet (short girls kick arse)

Weight: 95 lbs.

Eyes: Light brown

Hair: Long, black, with bangs. Often in a ponytail or braid.

Character Bio #2

Name: Arakawa, Shinji

Gender: Male

Age: 16

B-day: 7-14

Height: 5’9

Weight: 130 lbs.

Eyes: Dark blue

Hair: Short, black, and spiky. Messy looking.

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BP: End of the first chapter. Whoot. Go me. This is the first of hopefully many more fan fics, if I’m not being TOO lazy. This chapter was kinda just setting up Rakuen’s life and a little bit of her personality, hope I didn’t make her too mercurial, but that’s basically who she is. Rakuen is a very moody person. And what does that dream at the beginning mean? o_o Some creepy X Files stuff might be going down soon *insert creepy sci-fi music*. Please review and leave CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCM if you choose to. Xp If life gives you lemons make beef stew! (gotta love the Andy Milonakis show)

Disclaimer: Don’t own so don’t sue.

p.s. Important OCs get character bios, just incase I forget to describe them when they are first introduced.