Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Rock My World ❯ Who's Pulling The Strings? ( Chapter 3 )

DC-chan (my friend dubbed me that once she found my username on mm.org): Now this is where the story will get confusing, but it will clear up in later chapters I promise.

Oh and timeline for this story: Right after Sensui Saga, before Makai Tournament.

Key:

italics= thoughts

(A/N: insert text)= author’s notes

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Chapter 3 of Rock My World

Who’s Pulling The Strings?

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The walk home seemed especially long, maybe it was because she was wondering if she had treated Kazuma far to harshly then he deserved. How was he supposed to know she didn’t need rescuing? After all, nobody here knew here save Shuichi, but it had been so long since they had seen each other that it didn’t really count to her. He probably forget all about her happily, not that she could blame him. Who would want to remember her?

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Dragging her feet behind her, she finally made it back to her house.

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She quirked her eyebrows when she saw an unfamiliar car in front of the house behind her mom’s. Perhaps her mom had company over. Kira wasn’t in the mood to entertain them though, was she ever in the mood to associate with her mother’s friends? Of course not.

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Kira entered her house sighing heavily and took off her denim jacket then hung it on the coat hanger in the hallway, “Kaasan, I’m home!” She called.

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Her mother’s cheery voice answered, “Come in the living room sweetheart, we have guests.”

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“That’s obvious…” Kira muttered under her breath coming into the living room. Her mother was sitting calmly on the couch while a timid looking woman sat to her right. “Ohayo Minamino-san.”

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“Ah, Kira it is so nice to see you.” Shiori smiled sincerely at her. “Shuichi is in the kitchen fixing some tea for us.”

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Kira sat down across from the two woman on a dark purple velvet arm chair and slumped down in it. “I thought we were going to be going over to your home.”

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“We were.” Her mother replied in a false sugared tone, “But Shiori surprised me and came here. I explained to her on the phone that you might not be able to make it so she and her son both came here instead.”

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“Go figure.” Kira grumbled wondering how her mother knew that she wasn’t going to come home when she was supposed to.

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“Who wants tea?”

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Kira glanced over towards the doorway to see Shuichi holding a tea tray in his hands. He didn’t look like he had changed much. He still had those haunting emerald eyes and that red hair, but it was much longer now. “Kira, it’s nice to see you.” He placed the tea ray down on the coffee table and sat next to his mother then went to pour two cups of tea.

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Kira felt her mother’s eyes on her, “Like wise Shu-kun.”

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“Would you like some tea as well?” He asked her politely.

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“Iie, I’m not a tea person sadly. I prefer root beer actually.” She studied him with her eyes. He was completely poised as he handed a cup of tea to his mother then hers. His eyes still intense, but something was different about him. She just couldn’t place her finger on it. “So how have you been Shu-kun?”

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“Good.” He didn’t seem really interested in talking with her, it was like he was only answering to be courteous.

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She sat in the chair with her legs crossed and arms hanging over the arms on the chair lazily, he seemed more calculating now if anything.

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“So how do you like Japan so far K-chan?” He asked smirking while their mother’s both started a pointless conversation with each other, ignoring their children.

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She winced at the name, “It’s okay Shu-kun, but if you call me K-chan one more time I’m going to throw something at you.”

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He rolled his eyes, “Still reckless.” He chuckled lightly.

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Kira smirked and shook her head at him, “If only you knew the half of it.”

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“Shuichi is at the top of his class,” Shiori said.

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“Really?” Kira’s mother took a sip of tea, “Kira’s quite smart herself too.”

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Shiori’s eyes widened a little at that as if that was unbelievable.

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“Surprising, ne?” Kira’s mother grinned at Shiori’s reaction.

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“What’s surprising?” Kira asked.

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“That you do so well in school and you skip almost every day.” Her mother informed her. The clock chimed eight times and Kira’s mother stood up, “I should start dinner, it’s getting late. Shiori, do you and your son want to stay for dinner?”

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“That would be nice Rika, let me help you in the kitchen.” Shiori followed Kira’s mother into the kitchen.

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Kira waited until she heard the sound of them rummaging through cabinets then she spoke quietly, “You can drop the act Minamino.”

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“You haven’t changed much.” He replied setting everything back on the tea tray. “And it isn’t an act. I actually thought that you could’ve changed, but you’re still the same five year-old I remember you as.”

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“Is that good or bad?” Kira questioned closing her eyes and tilting her head toward the ceiling.

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“I don’t know.” His voice resonated of uncertainty as though he was starting to think about it for himself. “I guess I thought you would have matured, even a little bit.”

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Kira opened her eyes slowly and directed her brown orbs at him, “I grew, didn’t I? Just be happy I’m too far away to poke you Minamino.”

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“I suppose I’m grateful for that.”

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“You better be, if my day hadn’t been as crappy as it has been then I’d be annoying the hell out of you.” She blew a strand of hair out of her face.

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“Your first couldn’t have been that bad.”

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“You’re right, my first day was worse than bad.”

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“Look Kira! I have your uniform this morning!” Her mother threw a blue dress at her daughter. “Change or else you’ll be late.”

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Kira headed back upstairs and changed into it, but before she went back downstairs she examined herself in the mirror. She looked at it distastefully, in her opinion it looked horrible on her. It was a little big in some areas and in some other areas it clung to much to her. To sum it up, it was quite uncomfortable.

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She went back downstairs pouting, “Do I have to wear this thing?”

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“Hai.” Her mother said sternly. “Now get going, you’ll be late.” Her mother then ushered her out the door and handed her briefcase.

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Kira stood outside for a few minutes, the uniform wasn’t her only issue. She knew she promised to give this place a chance, but her mind was already made up. She hated it here. Sighing heavily, she started the treacherous walk to school. Kira would rather be sadistically tortured at the moment then go to school.

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At a cross walk she saw Shuichi on the other side of the street walking next to that Kazuma kid and a gelled hair punk wearing a green jumpsuit. She knew that they were all walking in the opposite directions of their schools. Shuichi wasn’t the type to miss school, didn’t his mother say he was no. 1 in his class? They were all talking in low whispers and curiosity got the best of her.

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Crossing the street, she began following them while making sure to be far enough behind not to be seen or noticed and holding her breath, afraid that breathing too loud would give her away. School could wait anyway.

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She watched as they walked into a park. Perfect, it will be harder for them to see me in a park. She tiptoed around the fallen leaves as to make sure they wouldn’t crunch beneath her feet. They stopped in a small clearing and Kira took this opportunity to hid behind a tree, shrouded within its dark shadow that it cast.

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‘What are they waiting for?’ She held her briefcase to her chest, breathing in and out slowly.

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“Koenma said to met him here. I wonder what’s got him so worried that he had to speak with us immediately. Any ideas Kurama?” The gelled hair punk looked at Shuichi thoughtfully.

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Kurama? His name is Shuichi. She bit her lip, something was defiantly up and she was going to found out what it was.

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“I have no idea.” Kurama responded surely. “But it must be important.”

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“Where’s the shrimp?” Kazuma asked looking around, “He’s supposed to be here too.”

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“It’s not nice to eavesdrop.” A harsh voice sounded behind her.

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Kira slowly turned around to see a young man a little shorter then herself like gravity defying black hair and crimson eyes. Just looking at him sent a shiver up her spine, which was hard for anyone to accomplish, “I wasn’t eavesdropping.” She stammered, her eyes on the katana at his waist.

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“Hiei?” It was Shuichi’s voice. “Kira? What are you doing here?”

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Kira whirled around, “What are you doing here Minamino? I thought you were all about school. And why did he call you Kurama? Your name is Shuichi.”

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“Kamiyama?” Kazuma looked astonished to see her.

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“Are you really that surprised to see me?” Kira asked narrowing her eyes at him.

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Kurama ignored her question, “Why did you follow us?”

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“Isn’t it obvious?” She put a hand on her hip. “I was wondering why the amazingly brilliant Shuichi was missing school.”

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“Am I interrupting something?” A cheery voice wondered out loud.

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Kira looked up to see a ferry girl with blue hair in a ponytail with a pink kimono one sitting on an oar, “Hai, in a matter of fact you are.”

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“Well excuse me for ruining your fun, wait a minute…” She jumped off her oar then looked Kira up and down suspiciously, “Who are you? I don‘t believe I‘ve seen you before.”

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“Kamiyama Kira.” Kurama answered for the teenage girl, “She has a nose for trouble, so excuse her Botan.”

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“Am I missing something here?” Now Kira was truly perplexed. Something weird was going on. Ferry girls and a freaky looking short guy with pointy hair weren’t normal everyday things.

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“You’re missing a lot of things baka onna.” Hiei stated coolly. “A brain for one.”

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She clutched her fists and dropped her briefcase on the ground, “You want to fight? At least I don’t have weird ass hair and walk around with a katana like I’m about to kill someone! You’re the one to talk!”

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“You look like your about to kill someone now,” Kurama said rolling his eyes.

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“You know her?” The punk asked interested.

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“I knew her when I was younger Yusuke,” Kurama explained. “But since our kaasan’s are friends, I was over at her house last night for dinner.”

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Yusuke made an ‘O’ with his mouth then said, “She and Hiei are getting along.”

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“Umm…gomen, but about the mission…” Botan said weakly.

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“Of yeah, fire away Botan.” Yusuke said. He’d almost forgotten that the ferry girl was there.

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“Well, this one is quite a big one as well.” She started, “Koenma-sama is still doing some research on it, but apparently it’s about The Six Sage Youkai. They possess quite a bit of power each, but it lays dormant within in some of them so they were kidnapped until their powers awaken.”

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“Why do I have a feeling this is going to be one of those long and power draining missions?” Yusuke put his hands over his head.

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“Unfortunately we only know where two of them are located, the Fire and Ice one.” Botan looked down, “But we Rekai Intelligence have no idea where the other four are, but Koenma-sama said there is a psychic who can locate them.”

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“These wouldn’t have to be the youkai that their spirit’s originated from those legendary stones?” Kurama inquired. “Ice, Fire, Lightning, Earth, Light and Shadow.”

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Botan nodded, “I guess you’ve heard of the stones that their powers came from.”

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“Hai. Those stones were created from the deepest depths of Makai from the youkai alchemist, Toshihiro, weren’t they? He used the spirits of demons to create them, thus giving them the name Spirit Stones. I hunted for them once, but by the time I found their supposed resting place, they had already vanished into their most deserving of their respected races of youkai.”

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“Bingo!” Botan chirped, “However, we have no idea who was behind the sages kidnappings. That’s your mission, to find the kidnapper and The Six Sage Youkai. If you don‘t find them, their powers could be used to do something dreadful. Their powers are due to awaken within six months.” She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder, “I’ll inform you when I have more information from Koenma-sama.” She then flew away into the sky.

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Kira blinked, “Uhh…”

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“It’s nothing for you to worry about.” Kurama put his hand on her shoulder, “Just go to school.”

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She snapped out of the daze she was in, “You’re not the boss of me Minamino, or is it Kurama now? I’ll do whatever the hell I want to do!”

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“Well standing like an idiot there isn’t really classified as doing something.” Hiei scoffed icily at her.

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Kira glared at him, “Yeah and like being a bastard is better.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Just tell me what is going on.” She pleaded to Kurama in a demanding tone of voice.

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“Like Kurama said, it’s none of your concern.” Yusuke put his hands in his pockets casually. “So don’t throw a fit over it.”

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He obviously didn’t know who he was dealing with. “I’m not throwing a fit.” Her voice raised with every said word, her temper sky rocketing. “What is going on?”

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“Not unless you plan on helping, which I doubt you can do.” Yusuke muttered.

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“I’m not interested in helping, I want to know what that Botan girl was talking about!” She shouted. “I don’t believe in youkai so unless this is some stupid stunt, you had better-”

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Kurama cut her off, “I hate to say it but youkai are very real.” His face was clam, every muscle in his body relaxed.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She mused, “I’m not dumb, you’re probably the closet thing to a youkai anyway.”

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“Remember when we were little and you used to tell me I wasn’t normal.” He recalled.

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“Yeah, so? But more accurately put I called you a freak or something.” She waved the topic off, “But what does that have anything to do with this?”

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“It has everything to do with this Kamiyama.”

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Her eye starred at him in disbelief, “C’mon. You don’t except me to believe that you are a…a youkai. Do I really seem that gullible?”

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“I’m serious.”

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“So am I.”

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This wasn’t going to go anywhere, “Just do me a favor and go to school.”

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“Fine, but I still don’t believe you. This is just to ridiculous.” She turned around and marched away, forgetting her briefcase.

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Kurama bent down and picked it up, ‘I’ll return this to her later.’

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“What a nuisance.” Hiei commented sardonically, “You actually had to put up with her. My sympathy goes out to you.”

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“She’s not as bad as she seems. It’s just a way of protecting herself.” Kurama clarified.

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“Protect herself from what?” Kuwabara asked.

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“Everyone.” Kurama replied sorrowfully, “Despite everything, she doesn’t let it on, but she’s very delicate. It’s like if you touch her heart it will break.”

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“Aren’t you observing.” Yusuke said dryly.

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Just then Botan came flying back and said out of breath, “Koenma-sama…knows who the…psychic is…”

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“Who?” Yusuke asked kicking a pebble on the ground.

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“That girl who was just here…” She paused to catch her breath then continued, “Kamiyama Kira.”

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Yusuke gawked, “You have got to be kidding me.”

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“Iie.” Botan shook her head. “Koenma-sama looked into her background and apparently she has a family tie to Genkai.”

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“She’s related to ba-san?” Yusuke gasped. He couldn’t imagine the old lady ever having relatives.

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“Hai, Kira’s tousan was a hanyou. Part ningen and part youkai. Her tousan is Genkai’s only son.” She put it simply for them, “She’s Genkai’s only living relative. Her tousan died before she was born.”

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“Well, isn’t that just great.” He noted. “We have to work with a psychic with a major attitude problem and she’s Genkai’s granddaughter.” (A/N: I forgot what granddaughter is in Japanese, no wonder my friend and Grzanka-sensei scold me so and tell me to study the grammar sheets ^^’ )

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Kira fumed, They’ve got some nerve for that. She felt as though she could punch a hole through a cement wall she was so frustrated. She didn’t like it when secrets were kept from her, it didn’t matter who kept them, when something was going on she had to know what it was. It was a trait of hers that she tried hard to suppress, but it always ate away at her from time to time.

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“K-chan!”

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She looked over her shoulder to see Kurama running up to her, “What do you want? I thought you told me to go to school.”

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He huffed, “We both know that you’re planning to go to the arcade instead.”

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“And I told you not to call me K-chan.”

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“You left this behind.” He handed her the briefcase she dropped in the park.

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“Arigatou.” She said bitterly taking it from him. She then continued to walk, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. “Leave me alone.” She ordered angrily.

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“Listen I’m sorry about back there.” He didn’t sound sorry, her sounded more anxious and on edge.

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“Does it look like I care if you want to apologize?” She snapped at him while pulling her wrist away from his grasp. “You don’t mean it anyway Shu-kun…I mean Kurama.” It was hard for her to remember that his name was Kurama, he wasn’t Shuichi, he never was Shuichi and that just dawned on her. “Does your kaasan know?”

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He tilted his head slightly to one side, “Know what?”

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“That you’re a youkai or whatever you claim to be.”

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His emerald eyes went down to the ground and a somber expression came upon his face, “Iie.”

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“I feel sorry for your kaasan then,” Kira declared quietly, “to not know what you really are.”

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“But you don’t know what you are either.” He countered, eyes flashing.

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“I’m me, that’s all I need to know.” What else could she be, but herself anyway? A flying pig?

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“Don’t be stubborn.” He said closing his eyes. He then reopened them ever so slowly and looked at her seriously, “We need your help Kira.”

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She scratched her chin, he had never looked at her like this before. It was like everything she knew about him had been turned upside down overnight and an imposter was staring at her. Someone whom she never knew, “What do I have to do?”

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“You need to train your psychic powers for at least two months, then you will be able to help us.” Kurama said.

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“Two months!?” She shook her head violently and making an x with her arms across her chest, “Hell no! Now excuse me, I have an arcade to get to.”

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Kira tried to go past him, but he stopped her again by placing his hands on her shoulders, “It will be wroth it in the end.”

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“If you don’t take your hands off of me, I guarantee you’re going to be very unhappy in a few seconds.” She retorted fiercely.

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He stepped back and his arms dropped to his sides, “Go ahead then.”

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“Nani?” She furrowed her brows at him.

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“Punch me if it makes you feel better.”

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“No way.” Kira nearly shouted at him.

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“Why not?” He asked innocently. “Don’t you enjoy beating people up?”

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“Hai, but only when they’re asking for it.”

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“Well…I’m asking for it.”

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“That’s not what I meant Kurama and you know it!” She cried crossly. “Why are you doing this?”

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He didn’t answer, he only gazed at her with his eyes. Kira wanted nothing more then to wipe the composed look off his face, but she wasn’t going to play into his hands like this. Did he think her that stupid?

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“I got better things to do anyway.” She added hastily after he didn’t answer her.

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“Like what? Waste your time in the arcade, punching people, listening to music…what’s more important then helping others when they need you?”

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“It’s none of your business of what’s important to me!” Kira snapped. “Of course there are things that I value, but it has nothing to do with you or your friends.”

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“Do you love your kaasan?”

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“Hai.” She mumbled softly, she had an idea where this was going.

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“Then what if I were to tell you that she and everyone in Ningenkai were at risk in the upcoming months?”

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“Then I’d chuck you into a looney bin and stamp ‘dumb ass’ on your forehead.” She said frigidly.

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He twitched at that remark, “It’s the truth anyway.”

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She stayed quiet for a moment. Today had really been unreal so far, so many discoveries, it was a lot for her to personally to take in. Right now, she just wanted him to shut up, “Alright, I’ll do it, but you guys have to do something for me.” She smirked sinisterly.

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“What then?” He instantly regretted asking it.

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“You’ve got to come clubbing with me tonight, there’s a club close by called Tenshi and I want to check it out and all of you have to come, including that Hiei guy or else no dice.” She held the strings now, being in control felt so good. After all, he couldn’t force her into doing something, but she could.

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“You must be joking…”

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“Gomen, I’m not.” She turned and walked away, but before she disappeared behind a street corner she called out to him, “Meet me there at eight and wear something spiffy for once.” She sent one more grin at him then turned away.

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“Spiffy?” Kurama looked at his school uniform dubiously, “I guess that means I can’t wear this.”

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“This is perfect,” she whispered to herself, she felt as though she could skip from delight. “They probably won’t go anyway, so he’ll have to leave me alone. Now that I’m thinking about, I should’ve made him wear a dress to the club.” She sighed, “Another marvelous missed opportunity.”

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I drew this cartoon when I got bored in Science and here’s the script. My friends thought it was hilarious so from now on sometimes I’ll do an Omake Theatre thing like they do in manga!

*~*~Omake Theatre Part #1~*~*

Dc-chan: ^^ And he’s got cute ears, really pretty silver hair and a fuzzy fox tail…

Shiori: o.o Oh my.

Kurama: *frantic* What lies are you telling my mother?

Dc-chan: And he was a thief in Makai-

Kurama: *kills Dc-chan*

Dc-chan: *ish dead*

Shiori: *poke*

Yusuke: *poke*

Kuwabara: *poke*

Botan: *poke*

Hiei: *stabs with katana*

Dc-chan: YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BOTHER THE DEAD! *ish dead and bleeding*

Yusuke: For a dead girl, she’s pretty lively.

Botan: >.<‘ That was a horrible joke Yusuke.

*~*~Omake End~*~*

And a special thanks to Hieis_girlfriend120, Kaniki Niwa, SilverDemonSoul and animegirl411for reviewing. You all get cookies.