Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Rock My World ❯ Spirit Trial ( Chapter 13 )

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Dc-chan: Lucky chapter 13...

MCT: 13 is an awesome number.

Dc-chan: I suppose.

Disclaimed, except for Kira and a few odds and ends here and there. Hehe, guess who subscribed to Shonen Jump?- me!!! WHOOT!!! It was my reward for studying so hard for the finals during this week! I’m ever so happy now.

Enjoy the extremely short chapter because I’m dead tired.

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Chapter 13 of Rock My World

Spirit Trial

“You’re the great…Koenma-sama?” Kira blurted out, looking down at her feet to see a toddler there gazing up at her while frowning.

“Hai,” he coughed into his hand.

Hana stood in the background and sweat dropped, “You must forgive her Koenma-sama, she’s annoying as hell.”

Kira huffed at that and folded her arms across her chest, “Now I know why Yusuke refers to you as pacifier breath and pacifier junkie. You look like a four year-old at the most.”

“Do you want a second chance at life or not?” Koenma asked trying his best to brush off her commentary to him. It was bad enough having one person give him grief over it, he didn’t need another punk bashing him.

“That’s why I’m here,” Kira stated, “I got a mission to complete with the Sage Youkai and-”

“I’ve been informed that you’ve been as useful as an extra butt on this case,” Koenma interrupted making Hana snicker.

Kira face vaulted, “Who the hell said that?” She barked angrily looking extremely offended. “I’ve been doing my part! I found Hosaki and Koyuki for your 411!”

Koenma sighed heavily, “From what I heard you were kidnapped by Hosaki…it’s not looking very good for you. Giving someone a second chance at life is costly of my time and so far it seems as though you don’t deserve it. Your record also says you’re a ruffian and that means this whole thing isn’t exactly going into your favor here.” He held up a thick file with her picture papercliped to the front.

“So what if I pounded some kids in junior high?” The teenage girl retorted, “They deserved it after all!” She then added sourly, “It’s not like I go around punching random people.”

Koenma turned around and went back to his desk. He positioned himself comfortably in his chair and laced his fingers together after putting her file on his desk. He appeared to be in deep thought for a few moments as he closed his eyes in contemplation. “However true that may be, you still need to earn your life back…” He then opened the file and flipped through some pages, “and I think I have a pretty good idea of what you need to do.”

“So?” Kira arched an eyebrow quizzically.

“It might not be easy for you, or it maybe, depends on you quite a bit.” Koenma started rubbing his chin then continuing, “You will go back to Ningenkai and you will be required to commit three acts of honest good deeds. Only then will I grant you back your life.”

“Three good deeds?” She nearly laughed at this, “How hard can that be?” She thought she’d have to undergo something much more…drastic, but she was relieved that it was going to be easy.

“It’s not as easy as you make it sound,” Koenma said sternly.

Kira waved him off, “Relax little dude, I think I can handle doing three good things for other people.” She gave him a big grin and stood with her feet apart with her hands on her hips. “Do you want me to fetch you an espresso while I’m at it?”

“If you think you can handle it then go,” he answered bitterly. “Hana will need to accompany you.”

“Nani?” The ferry girl cried out, brandishing her oar and waving it about in pure rage. “Koenma-sama, do you know how mind numbing it was to bring this teenager here? That idiotic rubber ducky song is still stuck in my head!-she wouldn‘t stop singing it for more then one minute! Why can‘t Botan go with her?”

“Botan is helping Yusuke with the Sage Youkai case since someone here has been less then sufficient,” the statement was obviously directed to Kira, but she was too busy gloating about how easy her task was going to be to take notice of what he had said.

“Watch out world!” She declared, pumping a fist into the air, “Kira’s going to be back in action in no time!”

~*~

Hana flew next to Kira over the busy city as the teenage ghost began pondering what her first good act should be, “Maybe I should help an old lady cross the street? Or save a kitten from a tree?”

“It’s not that effortless,” Hana pouted, “or are you forgetting you’re a ghost?”

Kira stopped dead in her tracks (A/N: gomen, for the crappy pun) and whirled onto Hana with wide eyes, “How am I suppose to do anything as a ghost?” How could ghosts interact with the material world and do anything? The thought just struck her that she would only phase through the people she was trying to help.

Hana drummed her fingers on her oar, “You could possess people or you could communicate with someone through their dreams. Like Koenma-sama said, it’s not as easy as you think since you can’t do anything physically in your current state.”

The teenage ghost snorted, “Then I’ll posses somebody and get all my deeds done, It’s still simple.”

The ferry girl rolled her eyes in annoyance, “Possession is no simple matter, it takes a toll on whomever you possess only giving you a certain amount of time. If the one you’re possessing tires out then you will exorcised from the body and you too will be drained of energy.

“Then I’ll get this done quickly,” Kira said sitting in the air cross-legged, staring intently at the masses of people below her. “Does it matter who I possess?”

Hana clicked her tongue then said, “Depends on how much time you’ll need. Try to pick someone with more then just a touch of sixth sense in them.”

“How will I know if they have some sixth sense?” Kira asked confused. It’s not like they’d be wearing signs that said that they could.

“They will sense your presence when you’re around them,” Hana replied dryly following Kira’s blank gaze.

Kira nodded understandingly while floating closer to the people beneath her. They all appeared to be too busy to even acknowledge a ghost’s presence. She had a feeling even if someone could tell she was here that they’d hurry away thinking they were just going insane or something. She heaved a sigh and folded her arms across her chest. “So many people…”

Hana narrowed her eyes, “Do you need help?” She then pointed at someone, “That girl will do, you know. She has more sixth sense then most people here.”

Kira stared to whom Hana pointed at and blinked. It was a young girl, no older then seven, with her very dark brown hair done in pigtails who was skipping happily down the street in a pink snow jacket with denim jeans while holding her mother’s hand. “Nanto kawaii,” Kira said, “but I’m not possessing a little kid.”

“Doushite? You do want your life back, don’t you?” Hana smiled as Kira debated this in her head.

“Hai.”

“Then let’s do this, the sooner you complete your task the sooner I get to be out of your range of stupidity.”

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It was strange being in the body of another despite how much Hana explained to her that the young girl, Kaneko Ame, wouldn’t be aware of it. This was something Kira wouldn’t want to do again anytime soon. It felt so…weird controlling someone else’s body.

“The possession will only last six hours,” Hana warned in her ear though Kira couldn’t see her that well while everyone around her was completely unaware of the ferry girl’s presence.

“Ame-chan,” the woman holding her hand said, “Daijoubu desu ka?”

‘Ame’ nodded, “Daijoubu. Why do you ask kaasan?”

“You’ve been quiet for the last few minutes is all,” her mother said, “I haven’t seen you like this for a while.”

The little girl beamed innocently, “I’m just thinking kaasan.” She was losing precious time here by making small talk with the girl’s mother, but she needed to figure out a way to break away from her. Her predicament weighed more heavily on her now, there wasn’t much a seven year-old would be able to do in the matter of helping people. She would just have to keep it simple. “Kaasan! Hora!-it’s your favorite comedian from Kakkurakin!”

“Nani?” he mother widened her eyes startled and twisted her head to look over her shoulder.

Kira took this moment to slip from the woman’s grasp and run off into the opposite direction as fast as she could.

The woman slowly turned back, “Ame-chan, Kakkurakin hasn‘t been on for years…Ame!”

Kira stopped when she was in the middle of a park, she wasn’t sure how long she had run, but it left her out of breath. She put her hands on her head and breathed in and out slowly until her heart stopped racing so fast. ’I just need to stay away from Ame’s kaasan for a few hours to get this ordeal done. Although now that I’m thinking about it, it sounds like I hijacked this kid’s body.’

A voice broke her chain of thoughts, “Botan says if she makes it through this ordeal thing, she’ll be able to come back to life.”

“Yusuke…” Kira whispered softly, it was him. She watched him and Kuwabara and Kurama walk right past her. They could help her make this easier. “Kitsune!” She called out loudly running up to him. Her boots clacked on the frost covered stone path in the park as she ran towards them.

“Kurama, do know this little kid?” Yusuke asked raising his eyebrows in mild interest.

“I don’t think so…” he trailed off as Kira tugged as his sleeve, trying to be as polite as he could.

“Kitsune,” Kira glowered at his idiocy, “I’ll kick you in the shin if you don’t know who I am.”

Wasn’t he the great Kurama who knew everything? She somewhat doubted his intelligence now or maybe she just didn’t make it that obvious that it was her. It probably wasn’t everyday a small girl would come up to him and called him a ‘baka kitsune’.

“Ano…” he thought for a moment. ‘This kid of reminds me of…Kira. Oh no, don’t tell me she is…’. “Kira?” He couldn’t believe it.

She released his sleeve while giving him her trademark grin, “Took you long enough baka kitsune.”

“Kamiyama…?” Kuwabara stood stunned at the little girl in front of him.

“Onegai ga arimasu?” Kira pleaded to Kurama silently.

He heaved a sigh, “Hai? What is it?” It was nice to know that she was safe and once he figured out that it was her in the young girl’s body he knew she had possessed her. Secretly he was thrilled that she was fine, her mother had begun to worry where she was and Kurama didn’t have the heart to tell her that her daughter had been killed in quite a brutal fashion in an Iron Maiden. He had said that her daughter was helping his mother at his home and thankfully Kira’s mother believed him and trusted him.

“Koenma is going to give me my life back on one condition,” Kira started as she walked next to him followed by a dumbstruck Kuwabara and Yusuke. “You see, I have six hours to perform three good deeds then I get to be me again.” It was tedious to repeat it and it reminded her that her people skills weren’t exactly good.

“That sounds simple,” Kurama noted shrugging and thinking that she had probably jumped to the same conclusion as his. Though, things were seldom as easy as they sounded. Perhaps it would be difficult with the time limit.

“I suppose, I thought it was too. Demo…” Kira trailed off casting her eyes upwards towards at the cloudy sky. It looked like it was going to snow again. “I don’t know.”

“What do you need me for?” Kurama queried as Kira shadowed behind him a bit. Since she was about half his size in Ame’s body she had to walk twice as fast due to her short legs while cold winter wind whipped against her face, turning her checks a bright red.

“To help keep me in line,” the teenager clarified in a dignified tone, “I don’t want to bug out and punch some stupid person while I’m trying to act like an angel. This may be my only chance to get this done.” It was unusual for her to want to try to control her temperament, but some things would have to be done to ensure that her mother wouldn’t freak out and learn about her daughter’s death. The last thing she wanted to cause her mother was distress and pain especially under these circumstances.

The kitsune smirked smugly at her and teased sardonically, “I’ve never heard you sound so mature before.”

“Arigatou,” she shoved her hands into the pink jacket pockets and glared at him menacingly, “that means so much coming from you. I’m deeply touched. Now can we focus on our mission here?”

“Mission?”

“Hai, getting my life back because I can’t wait until I’m big enough to kick your ass again.” Kira retorted while huffing slightly angrily at him. Just because she had spent hours of time with him didn’t make them friends or anything. They had more of a mutual understanding and tolerance of one another.

“I just can’t wait now,” Kurama said sarcastically as she playfully punched him. He swatted at her gently, “Don’t push it Kamiyama. You’re acting like the imouto-chan I never wanted.”

*~*~*~*~*

Dc-chan: *collapses*

Botan: Is she alright?

Yusuke: Hai, she’s just brain dead for the time being. She’ll be right as rain in a week or two…

Dc-chan: *talking weakly* That’s not why I’m depressed…

Botan: Then why are you being so…dramatic?

Dc-chan: I was reading some other stories and I think I started a female ‘punk’ OC trend. I like some of them though, just some are…eerily familiar. Like the girl wearing NY stuff and being form NY just like Kira is. And-

Yusuke: Your rambling.

Dc-chan: Bite me.

Kuwabara: *clears throat* Forgive Dc-chan, she’s just exhausted after final exams though she seems to have plenty of energy to torture us in her fic.

Japanese References-

Nanto kawaii- how cute or something along that line

Hora- Look!

Kakkurakin- a comedy show thing like Saturday Night Live in Japan

Onegai ga arimasu?- Can you do me a favor?