Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ My Crimson Eyed Angel ❯ Behind Locked Doors ( Chapter 4 )

My Crimson Eyed Angel

        Chapter Four: Behind Locked Doors

        Standard Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or the frickin'
        characters.... hehehehehe, but I do own Misako and Leiko and Misako's evil step mommi and all that jazz, but none from Yu Yu. ..::..tear..::.. And I would own
        them so well too...

Wet. My cheeks are wet. I'm crying...again. Why do I always have to cry?

"Wake up." Misako felt someone tugging at her sleeve, then pushing at her arm. They were gentle shoves and tugs; they were timid. Misako buried her head further into her arms, trying to wipe away her tears before her friend could see.

"Misako, wake up." The voice said again, this time a little bit more uncertain.

Leiko, my only friend here at this stupid school.This stupid life I have here. It's so sad. So pathetic. Why does she even bother to care? I'm hopeless anyways.

Suddenly the tugging of her arm stopped. Misako's thoughts paused as she waited a moment, wondering if Leiko had actually given up trying to 'wake her'. That wasn't like her. She was planning on going right back to sleep when someone pulled her hair and this time it wasn't gentle. It was definitely the opposite of gentle. So much for a pleasant wake up call. Misako screamed, her hand searching for the assailant out of instinct, to pay sweet justice to the perpetrator. All her hand reached was air.

Finally her eyes were wide open, and somehow she had stood up. Her vengeful hand had taken to rubbing her aching head. "Leiko, what were you thinking?!" She spun around, but found Leiko across the room, too far away to have done it. Her friend was wearing a helpless look as she pointed to the space behind Misako. Turning her head, Misako found her least favorite teacher. Mr. Seriyuki. She bowed her head as she tried to stifle her bitter laughter. Leiko cocked her head to the side as she heard her friend's unprovoked giggles. Needless to say she was puzzled and worried.

"So is this how you wake up your wife in the morning Mr.Seriyuki? You try to rip out half of her hair?" She grabbed her stuff from beside her desk and another flow of maniacal laughter fell from her lips. "That's assuming you could get a wife right? Who would want to be stuck with a guy who holds so much hate for the world."

It almost seemed like Mr. Seriyuki flinched at his student's verbal lashing, but he kept his face straight. His voice wasn't filled with anger at all. It sounded rather bland, or empty, or...pitying. "Are you sure you're talking about me?"

"Whatever. I don't hate the world. It's not so bad, as a matter of fact. I hate my world." She walked to Leiko and motioned for them to leave. Leiko left ahead of her, muttering a small apology for her friend's behavior, that neither their teacher nor Misako responded to. "I just thought you'd like to know that. Have a nice weekend sir." She spoke her last sentence with it smothered in sarcasm. Mr. Seriyuki stared after her as she left.

His classroom was empty. Paper was strewn about on the floor, a few abandoned pencils added to the mess. He bent over to pick them up, walking around his whole classroom only to stop at Misako Tarukano's desk. He saw a glint of liquid on the surface, and his fingers couldn't resist touching it. They were tears. He knew they were tears. Misako's eyes had been red when she woke up, and it wasn't just from sleep.

He sat down at his desk, placing his face in his hands. "God. That poor child, help that poor child."

Misako walked down the hallway with no sign of Leiko, but as she neared the doors of the school she found her friend waiting outside. She was sitting on the steps, oblivious to Misako's approach from behind. Her short frame was bent over, her chin was held by her hands as she stared out at the streets beyond. A wind passed by, blowing her corn silk hair into her face.

"Leiko. I'm sorry okay? I--I don't know what came over me when I woke up. Those things I said to Mr.Seriyuki were wrong, but I couldn't help it." She leaned against a stone column and stared at Leiko's back. She still hadn't turned back around. Uttering a sigh, Misako continued on, "I've been so irritable lately. And that dream, er...nightmare, daymare. Whatever it is, I had it again. Only this time it didn't stop just at me wading in the water trying to scream. It went farther, much, much farther. Something's wrong with me."

"No. Don't say that." Leiko protested as she turned around. "You're just stressed that's all. Your dad has been away on another one of his business trips, and you've told me that being left with your stepmother is no picnic. That's all it is. It's just-it's just stress." Leiko sighed exasperatedly at her friend as she wrung her hands behind her back.

Misako just shook her head, not bothering to try and further explain. She knew Leiko had problems of her own, that she worried enough as it was. So instead, Misako changed the subject. "I thought you were supposed to go meet Hisato over down by his parents' shop. Is there trouble in paradise or something?"

The blonde responded with a light blush that grazed her cheeks. "No we're perfectly fine actually." She laughed and bowed her head, trying to hide her flaming cheeks. "We're really, really great..." She sighed and smiled before bowing her head again. "I told him in fifth period that I had to wait for you since you were still asleep in Mr.Seriyuki's class. He understood and said we could meet there tomorrow."

Misako just laughed, happy for her friend, but her mind wandered back to Mr.Seriyuki's class. She couldn't resist asking the one question she kept thinking about. "What happened in class? I mean, after I fell asleep, why didn't anyone wake me up?"

"Well...you seemed so tired when you came in. I wasn't going to wake you up until the end of class. I had taken notes for you and everything, so you really weren't missing anything. But as I was making my way over to your desk when the bell had rung, Mr. Seriyuki stopped me. He hadn't said anything the entire period, but everyone knew that he saw you sleeping. He just told me to go to class." Leiko shook her head in a sort of puzzled fashion. "I really don't know how to describe it... His voice was just so sad. He wasn't being mean, like he was trying to get you into trouble or anything. He just sounded sad."

Her hazel eyes caught Leiko's stare, and a small sigh escaped her lips. "I'm an awful person aren't I Leiko? I'm a jerk." Leiko just shook her head again, and kept walking down the cracked sidewalk beside her friend.

"And they lived happily ever after. The End!" Izanami shouted in a squeaky little voice with ecstasy. The little girl smiled up at Hiei, who was holding baby Kazumaru in his arms, taking every dribble of drool with strained indifference. "How did you like it Kazu-chan? ...Kazu-chan!"

"He fell asleep." Hiei said as the toddler's eyes opened sleepily. The boy raised his head, blinking his eyes slowly while turning to his older sister. He grinned just before his head fell onto Hiei's shoulder once more.

Izanami sighed, her lower lip sticking out in a pout. "How did you like it then Uncle Hiei? What was your favorite part?"

The fire apparition's brow wrinkled in pretend concentration, if only to humour Izanami. "It was...nice." He attempted stopping at that, but the little child kept staring at him expectantly. "I like the part when...when the hunter let the girl go instead of killing her," He stole a glance down at Izanami who gave him a look as if to say: 'Anything else?' So again, he continued. "AndIwonderwhathappenedtothosesevenlittlemen." The last part was in a jumble.

"Well they live happily ever after too of course!" She giggled as she rose to put the book back on the shelf. "Everyone deserves a happy ending, even the seven dwarves."

As Hiei was about to reply, a brisk knocking was heard at the front door. "Hello in there! It's a lovely Monday afternoon!" The cheery voice floated in through the door, making baby Kazu open his eyes and give a tilted smile. The doorknob turned quickly and the door burst open revealing the owner of the voice and her companion.

"Hn. It took you long enough." Hiei lowered Izanami from his knee, allowing her to run up to Botan and Kurama. Hiei's eyes looked on with partially hidden affection as her chestnut hair trailed behind her.

Kurama pulled back his sleeve to check his watch and sighed. "It's only three thirty." He smiled as he walked toward the fire apparition to take Kazu from his arms. "How have they been?" 

Izanami jumped up and down. "We've been perfectly fine Uncle Kurama! We had ice cream for breakfast and played hide and go seek. And then we had a nap and when we woke up I read a story to Kazu-chan and Uncle Hiei!"

Botan laughed and took the little girl's hand in hers, her amethyst eyes twinkling in delight. "Nami-chan, who's idea was it to have ice cream for breakfast?" Keiko's daughter pointed towards Hiei, grinning all the while, causing Botan to lapse into another bout of giggles. She stared over at the initial babysitter. He rolled his eyes with indifference.

"Food is food." He replied as he started to walk into another room. His steps were quick and decisive as he left Kurama and Botan with the children.  He could hear their laughter even as he entered another room. 

Botan looked over towards Kurama, a puzzled expression claiming her face. "Tell me again, why don't the kids have school today?" She bounced baby Kazu on her leg, wiping the trails of drool off his chin in adoration.  Again he gave a goofy grin, one that resembled Yusuke's very much.

"Well," Kurama began as he bent over to pick up the stray toys that littered the ground. "There's some sort of teacher work day or something. Keiko has some meeting to go to in another city. It's a follow up on the one they had on Friday I suppose." He smiled as he grabbed Nami by the waist and lifted her up into the air. "It's just a whole big weekend for you isn't it?" She laughed uncontrollably in response.

Inside the kitchen, Hiei leaned against the counter and stared at the ceiling, allowing himself to be temporarily blinded by the shine of the afternoon sun that was melting into his eyes. He had this sense of foreboding, this ominous feeling kept falling upon him for years now. It wasn't constant, but it came at different times like a soft tickling at the nape of his neck.

"I'll call you later tonight." Misako shouted over her shoulder as she entered her house. "Don't worry too much about me." She was smiling then, but it faded when the door closed. It was gone by the time it was securely locked. The teen leaned heavily back against the wall, her breaths coming slow and weighted.

"Is that you Misako? Where the hell have you been?" The voice came whipping at her, carried by malice and annoyance. A woman emerged from the living room, her hair perfectly placed, but her voice sounding disheveled, not from the alcohol in her hand, but from her the anger quaking in her voice.

"You're drinking again." Misako stated without emotion. To her it really didn't matter because Yumi knew when to stop. She never got drunk, but she always got angry. Misako wasn't sure which she preferred, but she knew that her father spent a lot of money on expensive wine, wine that Yumi sucked up like a fish would water.

"Oh really?" The woman asked in mock surprise. "You're drinking again." She said in a high pitched voice, mimicking Misako in a way that did not sound like Misako at all. She knew it made her mad. "Thank you Queen of the fucking obvious. Now once again, I will ask you: Where the hell have you been?"

Misako resisted rolling her eyes, and at the same time resisted screaming and crying and walking out the door. "Mr. Seriyuki had to talk to me after class and then I walked home with Leiko. Nothing special." She finished with a shrug and started to walk up the stairway.

"Where do you think you're going now? You have dishes to do, and the house is a mess. Vacuum it and clean the bathroom. It looks like a hell hole." Yumi lit up a cigarette, the smoke swirling upwards as she leaned back on the couch.

"I have a lot of homework to do, including a project for my art class. Our teacher will be choosing the best ones and submitting them in for a-"

"Blah, blah, blah. You seem to find plenty of time for your 'art'," She said, creating quotation marks in the air. "yet you never seem to have any time to fix up this damn house. All you ever do around here is run around and mope about insignificant shit. 'Waah, my daddy's never home, waah, I miss him. I don't get an allowance and no one will buy me any art supplies for my artwork that isn't worth shit.'" She stopped and sighed. "I'm sick of looking at you. Give me the remote and start on the dishes. You can do your homework later."

Misako stared at her for a moment, then to the remote which was about two feet away from where Yumi was laying. This time Misako rolled her eyes inconspicuously, waiting for her father's new wife to place her stare somewhere else. Grabbing the remote and shoving it into Yumi's hand, she left the room as quickly as possible. She was so sick of this that the need to vomit was unavoidable. So she ran to the bathroom and did, afterwards cleaning it up and spraying potpourri to cover the smell.

Author's Note:

Heya,

So, how did you like the chapter? The ending was a bit uh...sadistic/depressive I know, but it was good I hope. Sorry for the language but in real life people do curse. I usually try not to use too much cursing in my fics, but there are times when it is necessary. I'm working on some other fics and a new one (lord forbid) so I'm not sure when I'll be updating this, but I'll try to make it soon.

Reika