Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Rock My World ❯ Fate Of The Rose ( Chapter 12 )

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Dc-chan: >.< Damn finals! I hate this-

MCT: *is eating Dc-chan’s notes* Yummm, paper! ^o^

Dc-chan: NOOOOOOO!!! I need those you metal hairball!

MCT: Bite me *eats more note paper*

Dc-chan: T-T I need those or I can’t study…

MCT: Let’s pretend I care for a few seconds……………………okay, I’m done.

Dc-chan: If you were real, I’d strangle you.

MCT: That or you hope to find me ran over on the highway! ^-^

Disclaimed, with upcoming finals I’m not in the mood to joke about this sort of thing.

Kira is my own creation as well as some other twisted few. Onegai, pity them.

Oh, and this is kind of a weird chapter, but with finals my brain is a little scrambled at the moment. And Kira really suffers in this chapter, I’m just so mean to her ^^;

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Chapter 12 of Rock My World

Fate Of The Rose

The rose he had given her was in her hair, the stem tucked behind her ear to keep it from falling out. She tried to seem happy though, no matter how awkward it felt to her to be with Kurama in the club.

“Ano…Kurama,” Kira started slowly trying to collect herself as the music began to unwind to a slow tune. She felt Kurama wrap his arms around her waist gently, but instead up putting her arms around his neck she placed her hands on his shoulders and withdrew from him.

“Nani?” He slanted his head slightly to one side confused, thinking he had done something wrong by making this whole thing feel to ‘formal’ for her.

She bit her bottom lip before perking up a little, “I need to use the bathroom.” She announced it like she was in elementary school and was informing her teacher. It was a lie though, but she needed to get away for a few minutes.

He let go of her and nodded, “Alright.” Although he knew she had an ulterior motive, Kira wasn’t one to get tensed up. Ever since he was with her tonight she was wound up way too tight and wasn’t acting like herself. Perhaps he had made this seem too much like a date by giving her that rose, but it was hard not to when none of their other friends were there with them to lighten the mood of the whole affair.

Kira grabbed his hand and pulled her towards the back of the club where the respective male and female bathrooms were, “No dancing with anyone else while I’m gone, got it?” She ordered almost possessively. She then grinned playfully, “I don’t want you stepping on some other girl’s feet, it would be embarrassing for you.”

He sweatdropped at the comment. She was acting like herself again, even if it only was a bit. “I’ve never stepped on your feet.”

Kira winked kittenishly, “How would you know kitsune?” Then she disappeared into the bathroom quickly to avoid being berated by him while chuckling under her breath.

She strode over to the sink in the bathroom. She was quite surprised that she was the only one in here, but it didn’t bother her that much after a few moments. The bathroom was the typical kind that was found in public places, plastic stalls and the walls were made of a fake silver and white swirl of marble. The sinks were on black polished wood with a metal faucet and the knobs looked like huge diamonds craved from glass. The scent of heavy lavender was in the air and she wrinkled her nose at this.

She looked in the mirror above the sink and pouted, her reflection pouted back at her. Kira scratched the back of her neck and heaved a sigh, “My life’s just getting way too complicated.” She was still edgy with Kurama being what he is although she hid it well from him. It would hurt him to now know that it bothered her sometimes, maybe a few months he wouldn’t care, but now he would. Turning on the knobs and watching the water gush out from the faucet, she tried to push those thoughts out of her head.

Kira heard one the stall doors swing open behind her and glanced up in the mirror quickly to see who was in the room with her, “What the?” No one was there. She shrugged it off before looking back down as she ran her hands under the cold water that was pouring out.

“Kira…” a soft voice sounded behind her making her jump three feet in the air.

She spun around with wide eyes, this was starting to get creepy. Her brown eyes scanned the bathroom from floor to ceiling in a matter of seconds while her racing heart eventually clamed down. Shaking she turned back towards the sink with her head still over her shoulder as she shook her head while muttering, “I must be going crazy.”

She put her hands back under the stream of water, but it felt more warm than cold now. She glanced down and gasped, the water was red like…blood. It was blood. She then noticed that blood trickles were running down the mirror in front of her and her reflection was more like a shadow image of her with a mind of its own. It moved as if coming closer to her despite she was frozen with uncertain fear. It reached a hand through the mirror and the arm it extended was dripping with blood and it grabbed her by the shirt collar.

Kira tried to pry herself away from it, but it began pulling her towards the mirror steadily with a strong grip on her.

In the struggled the rose fell to the floor and blood splattered onto its petals as Kira was finally pulled through the mirror into a dark room where she was sitting next to a girl.

The young girl tucked a stray lock of blue hair behind her ear and gazed down at Kira with emotionless dark blue eyes that appeared black at the moment, “Ohayo Kamiyama Kira.” Her tone was eerily serene. “I am Namiko. My master, Rakura-sama has requested to see you, but first you must rest.”

Kira’s eyelids suddenly became heavy and she had trouble keeping them open. Sleep sounded so tempting right now. She slumped down in a tired daze.

“Sleep, no harm will come to you…for now.” Namiko added in a soothing voice.

Kira nodded and closed her eyes never feeling safer before in her life. She let sleep claim her.

~*~

Kurama folded his arms across his chest. He had heard that woman took a while in the bathroom, but man!-this was getting ridiculous. He looked at his wristwatch then knocked on the door politely, “Kira, you’ve been in there for twenty minutes.”

No response.

Deciding to be daring and letting his annoyance get the best of him he opened the door a crack, “Kira?” He stepped into the bathroom cautiously before spotting the blood stained rose on the white floor, the very one he had given to Kira. He knelt down and picked it up and examined it. He sniffed the blood, it was that of a human girl’s, but not Kira’s. Kurama stood up, “I must find her before she gets hurt.”

A woman then entered the bathroom, but let out a terrifying shriek when she saw Kurama, “Ah! Hentai!” She smacked him with her purse over the head twice.

He covered his head and backed out of the bathroom muttering his apologies and slammed the door behind him. He sweatdropped as he stalked away, “I have to find her…” he vowed silently as he brushed past people in the club.

~*~

Kira stirred and turned onto her back as her eyes fluttered open. She rubbed her left eye then ran her hand through her hair to find that it wasn’t in two braids anymore. ‘That’s weird…’ she thought then yawned, ‘and why’s the ceiling yellow, that’s such an ugly color. Nani? Yellow ceiling?’ She bolted up to find herself in a circle bed in the middle of a room where everything was…yellow and gold. Kira felt like she could puke, there was so much of the same color everywhere. She threw the golden bed sheets off of herself suddenly getting very uncomfortable. She rose from the bed while rubbing her hands together, this was getting really unusual.

Kira spied a mirror over a golden plated dresser and went over to it gaping at what she was wearing. A white long sleeve gown that reached her knees with frilly lace on the edges and golden glitter embroidered in elegant patterns of beautiful flowers and graceful bird. The material felt like silk against her skin and the cool air in the room blew through it and kissed her skin. Around her neck was a golden chain with a pendent on inscribed with a lightning bolt. Her hair looked straighter then usual and it smelled of honey, she winced then arched an eyebrow, who the hell had the nerve to undress her and make her where this?

Her thoughts then turned to her predicament after some despairing of the gown she was adorned in, where was she anyway? She surveyed the room, it had no doors or any windows that she could see, only an endless amount of yellow, gold and white. It was like a sea of the color, it was everywhere. On the bed, the walls, the two chairs in the corner, the rug beneath her bare feet, the chandelier above her, everything.

“Do you like your room?” A man appeared behind her, smiling with satisfaction. She stared blankly at him. “Oh, I haven’t introduce myself have I?“ He paused as he walked to her and put an arm around her affectionately, “I’m Rakura.” He took her hand and kissed it sweetly much to her disgust.

She wiped her hand on the gown she was wearing, “Iie, I hate it.” She spat glaring at him wishing he wouldn’t touch her.

He hunched his shoulders forward and laughed, “A sense of humor I see.”

“I’m being honest baka yarou,” Kira reprimanded him, stopping his laughs.

“Gomen, I didn’t have time to adjust this room to your liking,” he sounded regretful, but nonetheless content.

“So what’s the deal? Am I prisoner or something…” she trailed off.

He stood silent for a few minutes as if contemplating his next move, but when he did speak it was soft, “How can I keep you prisoner?” He stepped closer to her and the candles on the chandelier flickered and went out. She felt his warm breathe against her face and through the darkness she saw his figure. Rakura snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her towards his chest, “You know what is considered a delicacy?”

She shook her head and grinded her foot into his heel in hopes that he’d release her. No luck.

He didn’t even wince at the pain, but answered as if she asked what, “Blood, particularly ningen blood of virgins. Young virgin blood is delicious and I have quite an appetite for it Kira-koi.”

Kira cringed at the pet name and disliked how helpless she was right now.

Before her next thought could formulate in her mind she felt his push his lips roughly up against her own. It was a demanding kiss and he was amazingly thorough with his tongue in her mouth, but Kira squirmed at this is protest.

‘Where is Kurama when I need him?’ she asked herself wishing now more then ever that he was here to help her, to protect her…

He deepened the kiss by pinning her flailing arms that were trying to shove him away down at her waist and delved deeper into her mouth, hungering for that human taste.

By pure instinct, or just in her own defense, Kira did the only thing she could. She gulped quickly then she bit his lip as hard as she could. Blood oozed in her mouth, but he broke away from her allowing her time to spit it out and gag some up on the floor. The candles above her came back on, but only dimly lit the room this time. She buckled on the floor and cringed from the horrible taste as she coughed. She finally dared to look up and saw his face contorted in rage, twisted in pure fury as blood spilled down his chin and stained his clothes.

“I tried to be gentle with you shoujo,” he hissed through his teeth wiping away the blood with his sleeve in anger. His body trembled violently as if she had committed something worse then foul. “I see you’re not the kind to know kindness when you see it. You see ningen, this entire room is an illusion I put up for my victims so they feel more comfortable before I drain all of their blood away. But for you, there will be no such comfort.”

He snapped his fingers and instantly the room around her began spinning and everything slowly morphed into cold stone and she found herself in a cell shackled against the wall with her wrists above her head. Thankfully, she was no longer in the golden dress, but in her clubbing outfit.

She struggled briefly against the chains, but they chaffed her wrists as she did so. “You perverted bastard! What do you want from me?”

“I thought I made that obvious, I’m going to drain your virgin blood.” He smiled cruelly at her.

“Nani? Hell no your not! And how do you know I’m not a virgin, huh? I could have done it a zillion times for all you know!” She shouted at him.

“Then you wouldn’t have anything to worry about if you weren’t a virgin, but judging by the way you’re acting I doubt it.” He licked her cheek causing her to shiver in response to the unwanted contact. “Don’t fret Kira-koi, it will only hurt for a few minutes then you’ll be dead.”

That didn’t clam her at all, “You’re one sick dude Rakura.”

“Onegai,” he begged in her ear, “call me Rakura-koi.”

“No chance in hell you pathetic-”

SMACK!

A red hand print stained her cheek and the pain shot through her body like a bullet. She was too stunned to respond. Never in her life had she felt so stripped, so defenseless, so weak…She’d always been able to look after herself. But now, she was reduced to being a damsel in distress. Kira was condensed to wishing someone would rescue her and she hated it. Being so fragile, it terrified her.

“Never address me as pathetic, I’m not a ningen baka, I’m a youkai Kira-koi.” He stated proudly looking down at her like she was no higher then dirt. He gritted his teeth, “I will enjoy hearing you scream.” He beckoned someone out of the shadows.

Namiko walked forward and bowed her head, “Hai, Rakura-sama.” A forlorn expression on her face.

He nodded at her then glanced back at the crest fallen Kira who appeared close to tears, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of my victims so broken like this before. If I was a sympathetic creature, I would feel sorry for her fate.”

Kira cast her brown eyes up at him slowly, but she said nothing. What could she say? Kurama… ,she held back a tear, Onegai…help me…

Rakura unshackled her and she would have fallen to the floor had he not caught her. He pulled her out of the cell and into another room as Namiko followed behind in despair. He pushed the teenager in a coffin like thing that in the middle of a huge room that had strange glass on the floor that had a pattern of lines engraved on it. It looked like something out of an ancient temple. Like a sacrificial chamber or something.

It took Kira a few minutes to realize what she was in. The lid that Rakura had in his hand gave it away with its pointy metal spikes that protruded from it. The next thing she knew, the spikes were driving into her body and she was feeling unimaginable pain.

Blood poured from wherever the spikes had embedded into her. The effects of the immediate blood loss were rapid. She felt weak and her body hurt all over. Kira could feel her own blood gush from her and pour down herself like a waterfall. If she hadn’t started going numb, she knew she would have burst from the severe pain. She heard Rakura laughing and it echoed in her ears as with what little strength she had left she clutched her fists. Blood continued coming from her and she felt herself become lighter in a strange way.

She was dying, even she could figure that out. How could it have come to this way? In such a violent way she was being deprived of everything she had. It was worse then she thought. Some might think it would be more pleasant when the numbing set in, but it made it so much worse for her. Like being sedated with drugs and not having control over anything at all. Watching images of your life flash before your eyes as you try to remember your most raptured memories.

A memory of hers that stuck out was when she was little and had known Kurama as Shuichi…

Her hair was down in pigtails and she wore a vibrant orange sun dress, “Shu-kun can I ask you something?” She must have been no older then four and he was six.

He shrugged as he put down a book he was reading in his room, “Hai.”

She walked across his room and sat down next to him on his bed and stared at him with innocent eyes, “What do you consider normal Shu-kun?”

Kurama blinked at this, “Doushite?”

“Just curious,” Kira said. “So, what’s normal? Am I normal?”

“Normal…” he thought about the word a bit then replied, “normal is like average K-chan and you are far from that.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“We’ll see in time,” he mused returning to his book.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Normal.”

“Do you care?” he questioned.

“Not really, if normal means average then you’re far from it too and that‘s a good thing. Average is boring.” She grinned at him before flouncing out of his room not understanding how close to the truth she was…

Normal, phfft. My kaasan wanted a normal life for me and I guess I screwed that up. Kira consoled in her mind sourly. Breathing heavily she closed her eyes trying to let go of all that was happening.

~*~

Kurama stared at her limp body with wide emerald eyes. Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei and Botan stood behind him quietly for the most part (Kuwabara was blubbering loudly) as he could only look on in shock.

“Kamiyama!” Kuwabara cried out punching the wall in the alleyway in his own vehemence. “How could this have happened to her?”

She lay on the ground behind the club as if she had been merely thrown away. Her skin was a pale ghostly white from being drained of all her blood. Dried blood stained her clothes and her face was emotionless, lifeless.

Kurama knelt down next to her, his bangs shadowing his face from the others’ view. Never had he felt so torn inside. He had the rose he had given to her in his with blood still dripping from the petals, “Kira…” he whispered in anguish. He wanted her to hear him, he wanted her to open her eyes and jump back to life and tell him she was fine, but that wouldn’t happen. She was gone. He turned to Botan, “Is there nothing we can do?”

“Well, we might be able to retrieve her spirit,” the ferry girl shifted uncomfortably were she stood. “Demo…she’d have to go through a trial to get her spirit back within her body.”

“Like the spirit beast ordeal I went through?” Yusuke asked not taking his eyes off of Kira’s dead body.

Botan nodded, “Hai, but Koenma-sama has to agree to it. Though, I think it can be arranged.”

~*~

Kokuei leaned on the wall above the Rekai Tentei, hidden within the shadows though his earrings glittered in the moonlight, but it wouldn’t give him away. Crimson liquid dripped from his left hand and onto the building’s roof top. His lips were pursed into a thin frown, his fangs peeking out a bit as the wind brushed through his hair. The moonlight poured down on him as the stars twinkled in the velvet black sky above.

“Doumou arigato gozaimau,” Namiko said behind him gingerly trying to smile at him.

He glared at her from the corners of his dark purple eyes, “Shut up, I didn’t kill that bastard, Rakura, for you Namiko-chan.”

Namiko rolled her teeth over her bottom lip, “Niisan, you did it for her?”

“Hai, baka.” He turned around and his black trench coat swooshed as he did so. He walked past her, holding his head up towards the full moon as he did so, “Remember, I hate you just like I hate tousan. Or have you forgotten Namiko-chan?” He spoke in a loathing tone as if the fact that he was speaking to her was repulsing him.

“Iie,” she mumbled bitterly at his back. She cast her blue eyes away from him and stared at the moon longingly, “Will you return to tousan? He needs you in Makai.”

“Of course not, I hate him,” Kokuei said, not taking his eyes off Kira’s fallen body.

She lay there in almost an angelic fashion, her black hair and crimson bangs swept across her face and her eyes were peacefully closed as if she embraced her death instead of shunning it. Her face was titlted to one side and her arms lay across her stomach. Despite all the blood, she looked as if she was peacefully slumbering.

“You hate a lot of people,” Namiko countered before leaving him. “You seem to hate everyone, but that dead girl, Kira. What’s so special about her anyway?”

Kokuei grinned although Namiko had gone and didn’t see it. He crossed his arms across his chest, “She’s quite special actually…more then you could imagine.”

~*~

“So it can be done?” Kurama arched an eyebrow at the ferry girl hopefully.

“If she agrees to it, then most likely,” Botan answered hopping onto her oar. “I need to ask Koenma-sama first. I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” And with that she took into the night sky leaving the kitsune behind to wallow in his grief.

He dropped the rose and walked away without a word to the others there and they watched intensely as he turned the corner and vanished from their sight.

“This isn’t like Kurama,” Yusuke said shaking his head.

Hiei huffed at this, “He’s obviously gotten attached to this onna, I can’t see way though.”

Kuwabara had tears streaming down his face, “How can you two be so apathetic? She’s one of our team mates!”

“Simple,” Hiei stated nonchalantly, “I don’t care for her.”

~*~

Kira’s spirit floated rather happily over the River Styx, guided by a ferry girl with short bright pink hair and sparkling red eyes wearing an orange kimono.

“Rubber ducky you’re the one, you make bath times lots of fun,” Kira sang cheerfully. “Lalala…” (A/N: Imagine she’s in a ‘spirit flame mode’ like Amidamaru in Shaman King but, she’s Kira and has a ponytail ^-^)

Hana, the ferry girl, eyes twitched as the young teenage spirit kept singing the same line of the song over and over with a goofy smirk on her face.

“Don’t you know any other songs?” Hana asked wanting to punch the arrogant spirit. She tried to sound unnerved, but a vein in her forehead was throbbing.

Kira pouted, “But I like this song…” she began humming the tune much to Hana’s rekindled annoyance.

“Shut up!”

“Lighten up,” Kira said while floating over a white cloud. “So, am I really dead?” She thought death would be more gloomy.

“Nani? What else would this be? An acid trip?” Hana rolled her eyes as the teenage girl’s spirit analyzed her surroundings. “You’re not high or anything, this is real baka.” The ferry girl reassured.

“Hmm,” Kira’s mind wandered to Kurama, Kuwabara and her mother…they would be truly upset with this development. At least death wasn’t worse then life like she had first expected. “I’m really dead.”

“Iie, you’re hallucinating and you were drugged at the club…” Hana said sarcastically. “Of course you’re dead!”

“No need to be rude,” Kira scolded childishly, “I’ll report you to your boss.”

Hana gripped her oar tighter, “I’m sure Koenma-sama would be very upset if I was rude to you…”

Kira chuckled lightly, “So who is this Koenma-sama?” Botan had mentioned him a few times and it sounded as if she respected the guy a lot. Yusuke, on the other hand, had called his a toddle and a pacifier junkie. So she was obviously in a position of not knowing what to think of him.

“You’ll see,” Hana said picking up speed so she was in front of Kira instead of next to her.

*~*~*~*~*

Dc-chan: Yeah, I killed my own OC.

MCT: You were in a bad mood weren’t you?

Dc-chan: Duh, studying for finals is pissing me off!

MCT: *coughs* Yep, whatever. ‘Studying’, right…

Dc-chan: Are you doubting my abilities to succeed?

MCT: Hai!

Dc-chan: Any ways *stuffs MCT into closet and locks door* One of my dear friends has rekindled one of loves for a certain manga called Shaman King. Now I’m obsessing with SK, I might even put this fic on hold to start an SK one.

MCT: *scratches on closet door* Chikuso! I hate you DC!

Dc-chan: Neh, bite me. Here’s an omake ^-^!!!

*~*~Omake Theatre Part #3~*~*

Dc-chan: *eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream* Ah, this stuff is great when you have a sore throat.

Kurama: You’re still sick…

Dc-chan: Kinda, but I’m recovering! WHOOT!

Hiei: Sweet snow…

Dc-chan: ^^’ Hiei, you alright?

Hiei: Sweet snow…

Kurama: Uh oh, Dc-chan hide your ice cream…

Dc-chan: Why?

Hiei: *steals ice cream and runs away* MUWHAHAHA!!! IT IS ALL MINE!! ^0^

Dc-chan: ;__; That was mine Hiei-chan.

Kurama: I should’ve told you about his soft spot for ice cream.

***three days later***

Hiei: ACHOO! *in bed*

Dc-chan: *mutters* Baka, I could’ve told you that you’d catch my cold.

*~*~Omake End~*~*

Dc-chan: Yeah, that was a bad omake theatre too…DAMN YOU FINAL EXAMS! Demo…reviews might make me feel better *wink, wink, nudge, nudge* And arigato to those who reviewed already, I love you. You make these dark times easier.

Kurama: You killed Kira…

Dc-chan: Yep, I have no soul.

Kurama: And you let Kokuei take the revenge? Why not me?

Dc-chan: Kokuei is kinda…’special’ let’s say.

Kurama: -__-#

Dc-chan: Neh.