Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ My Mommy Kurama? ❯ My child ( Chapter 5 )

“Kiyoshi. What is wrong honey?” Kurama open the door, panicking and scare something might have happen to her dear son

 

“Make it stop, Mommy. Please make it stop?” Koyishi crying in his mother arm as she tries to soothing to calm her four-year-old son down.

 

“Are you going to be alright honey? It just lightning.” Kurama asked, Kiyoshi give his mother a nod.

 

“Well go back to sleep, everything will alright.” As Kurama start to leave the room. Kiyoshi hugging one of his mother leg so she would not leave him in the room alone.

“Oh?” Kurama was nearly tripped when she notice her son crying again.

 

“I… I want to sleep with you.” Crying and begging his mother to let him be with her.

 

“Of course.” Kurama picking up her son and went back to her room.

Walking down the hallway. Kiyoshi hold on to his mother neck as the lightning still clashing outside, as the lightning clashing the thunder was hurt his ear. Kiyoshi did not cry but knowing his mother is always there to comforting him in her arm.

 

“Mommy?” Kiyoshi asked as Kurama laying him on the bed.

 

“Yes?” Kurama reply.

 

“I want to read that one.” Kiyoshi pointing at the bookshelf.

 

“Which one?” Kurama asked not sure which book he was pointing at.

 

“Ray… Oh Raven.”

 

“Sure…But wouldn't that kept you up all-night? I wouldn't want you to be frightened and start to have nightmare,” Kurama asked as she took the book out from the shelf. Knowing it would frighten Kiyoshi and that it will keep him up all night, by Kurama side crying after hearing the stories.

 

“Uh huh… I want to be with you all night.” Kiyoshi said as his mother walking toward him with the book.

 

“…*sight*…Very well.” Kurama sat next to her son, open the book and then looking her son with another book.

 

“A…Anna…” Kiyoshi reading the title of the book that was under his mother pillow. Kurama open to the page and start reading.

 

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --

Only this, and nothing more.” Kurama reading the page to Kiyoshi as he held on to her arm tightly.

 

“Mommy? When you read this poem, aren't you scared? I know I do when you're not around.” Kurama smiled after hearing that from her son.

 

“Let's continue, shall we?” Kurama asked as Kiyoshi hugging his mother as she continue on read the poem.

 

“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore --

Nameless here for evermore.

 

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating.” Kurama stop when Kiyoshi tugging his mother shirt.

 

“Mommy? I didn't understand why the curtain thrilled with terror?” Kiyoshi asked.

 

“Well, when he mention the name of Lenore, strange thing happen. His love for his wife is very strong but sadly she passed away.” Kurama tell the detail of the poem to her son so he could understand a little and that he wouldn't be frighten.

 

"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door --

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; --

This it is, and nothing more, "

Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door; --

Darkness there, and nothing more.

 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"

Merely this and nothing more.

 

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore --

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; --

'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore --

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door --

Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."

 

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered -- not a feather then he fluttered --

Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before --

On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

 

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore --

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never-nevermore.'"

 

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --

What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

 

Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee

Respite - respite and nepenthe from the memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

 

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil! --

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted --

On this home by Horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --

Is there -- is there balm in Gilead? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

 

"Prophet!' said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us -- by that God we both adore --

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore --

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

 

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting --

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

 

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted -- nevermore.”

 

“So why won't the raven leave that man alone? So what next Mommy? What next?” Kiyoshi asked his mother and want her to read more.

 

“Well the raven and told him that he never forget his love, so the raven quoth `Nevermore'. Sorry honey, but that the end of the poem now goes to sleep.” Kurama walking toward her desk and start working on her works.

 

“But I want you to read this one as well.” Kiyoshi said holding another book in his hand that he has found under his mother pillows. Kurama stop working and start to look at Kiyoshi. The rain hasn't stop and thunder has calm down a little, the lightning had disappear.

 

“I guess it time for me to go to bed, but just one more poem and off you go.” Kurama said softly and seem very tired. Kiyoshi nodded.'I'm so tired..., he seem to be wide awake. The lightning must of caught his attention.'

 

“Ok… I will Mommy.” Kiyoshi smiled that make his mother can't resist his charm.

 

“This poem is similar to the raven, because during his lover death he had written this one for his love one. It call Annabel Lee.” Kurama said Kiyoshi look at his mother who right now seem very tire. Kiyoshi know this is *very mean* forcing his mother like this.

“It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

 

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

 

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

 

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

 

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.” Kurama stop and look at Kiyoshi who already fast asleep. Kurama then remember the other night when Hiei was here.