Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Rock My World ❯ Secrets Written in Blood ( Chapter 22 )

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Dc-chan: Gomen nasai for another idiotic plus extremely late update…

MCT: She won’t get into the details about why because it was a very serious reason, ne?

Dc-chan: >-< Hai, VERY serious.

MCT: You almost got expelled for-

Dc-chan: *slaps duct tape over the muse’s mouth* Hush you.

Disclaimer, I’d own this on the 33rd of Never.

KEY:

Italics= thoughts or Youko talking to Kurama and vice versa

‘blah’= writing in the diary

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Chapter 22 of Rock My World

Secrets Written In Blood

“What do you think?”

“About your new haircut you mean?”

“Obviously, baka!”

“It’s…nice…”

Kir a narrowed her eyes at him, “You don’t like it do you, Kurama?”

“It’s not that, Kira,” he replied while he tried to keep smiling, “it’s just…”

“Just say it!” She spat angrily with her hands on her hips. “Just say you don’t like it if you don’t!”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and sweatdropped, “I’m just not used to it yet, but it does look nice.”

Both teenagers were sitting at a table in a nearby café, one that wasn’t too far from the arcade. Kurama was a little frustrated because Kira had called them there to tell him something important, but it turned out all she wanted was his thoughts on her new hair cut.

Kira sighed heavily and ran a hand through her considerably shorter hair. She had had it cut so her crimson bangs in front were the longest part that reached just below her chin and that it gradually got shorter in the back. Her once waist length hair was now just reaching an inch below her ears and that the back revealed her neck. She glanced back at Kurama, “Arigatou for at least trying to be honest. My kaasan nearly fainted when she saw it.”

“I’d imagine she would,” he mumbled quietly and nodding. He was surprised she was still alive after all, her mother would’ve probably ripped her a new one if she hadn’t been so shocked. How could Kira do these things without her mother’s consent. “But shouldn’t you be worrying about Kokuei, our mission deadline is basically in nine days,” he said smoothly, trying to change the topic.

She bit her bottom lip, “True, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun. Besides, my hair was way too long. I don’t know how I managed with it.”

“Kira,” Kurama warned, “quit digressing off of the main subject.”

She pouted at him overdramatically as a waitress placed a cup of coffee in front of Kurama and a hot cocoa in front of Kira, “But you’re paying for the drinks then.”

Kurama blinked, “Nani? You were the one who told me to met you here!”

Kira picked her cup with both of her hands and took a small sip, testing to see how hot it was. It burned her tongue a little so she put it down than looked up at Kurama, “I’m broke though, I spent my last money on this haircut.”

“It’s not my fault you’re a baka,” he retorted as he put his elbow up on the circular table and rested his chin in his palm. He should have figured as much from her, she always pulled this when they were out eating. “I should really keep a tab on you,” he muttered coolly, “I’d be a millionaire by now if you paid back all the money you owe me.”

She rolled her eyes as if he were the naïve teenager, “I haven’t borrowed that much from you and look who’s changing the subject now. You need to talk about our mission not who borrowed whatever amount of money.”

Kurama wanted to slap his forehead in frustration, that’s what he had been trying to tell her! He leaned into his palm and shook his head, “I can’t believe you, I honestly can’t…”

Kira stuck her tongue out at him, “It’s not like I forced you to come.”

“You said you needed to talk about something urgent, if I had known it would’ve been about your haircut I wouldn’t even have bothered coming here in the first place. I basically ran all the way here to make sure something didn’t happen to you, I thought you were in danger.” His tone was serious as he left his cup of coffee untouched.

Kira put her hands in her lap and lowered her head, “Gomen nasai, I just wanted your opinion before Yusuke or Kuwabara said something. Guess I’ll have to let it grow back out.”

“Iie, it’s better short. Trust me, it is.” He shrugged his shoulders, it wasn’t a lie. She looked cuter if anything with her hair like that.

She perked when he said that, “Really!” She reached over the table and squeezed him in a tight hug and nuzzled her check against his and closed her eyes. A few people who were sitting around them began staring awkwardly at them because it looked like Kira was squeezing the very life out of him.

“K-Kira,” he stammered embarrassedly, “People a-a-are s-starring…” he choked out.

She opened her eyes and glared at everyone around them, “What the hell are you looking at?” Everyone immediately went back to their own business as the small girl fumed with her temple throbbing. She then retreated back to her seat, “They act like they’ve never seen someone glomped before…”

“Not as you do it,” Kurama joked as he tried to get his mind off of the close body contact with Kira.

That was cute, Youko’s voice said in the back of Kurama’s mind.

Shut up, Kurama scolded back. Ever since the whole ordeal when he transformed into Youko to save Kira, the famous thief’s voice kept talking to him and all his perverted thoughts. It was like a persistent buzz of perverted commentary that was in his head and he couldn’t get rid of. Don’t you think anything about her…he advised icily silencing Youko for the time being.

“Nya?” Kira drank her hot chocolate, “What’s with the blank face?” She asked curiously.

Kurama finally focused back to where he was and blushed a little, “Ah…nothing,” he lied quickly.

Kira gave him ‘don’t pull that bull shit with me’ look and wrinkled her nose, but said nothing to him. She drank down the rest of the mildly warm beverage she had and put the cup back onto the table lazily. She watched as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and she bit the inside of her check to keep from laughing at him.

“Now,” Kurama said intertwining his fingers and ignoring the face she was making at him, “about the mission-”

“What about it?” she interjected.

“Don’t you think you should be working harder to find the other Sage Youkai?” He inquired as that earned an airheaded stare from her. “You do remember that you have the ability to sense them, right?”

Kira thought for a moment. She hadn’t forgotten, but she hadn’t used them in a while. They had only been useful once, the other times Kira felt as if she was going on a witch hunt. She couldn’t get any distinct feelings of such energy like she did when she sensed Koyuki a little ways back. Maybe it was because she had neglected her little power for too long and she shuddered at the thought of going back to Genkai’s for training.

“Kira?”

“Don’t worry,” she said standing up exasperatedly. “I haven’t forgotten, just chill kitsune. Everything will work out and don‘t forgot to feed Koneko.” She smiled at him and hastily left the café. Her hair billowing behind her as she stepped outside just as a gust of wind blew, a few loose strands sweeping across her face.

Kurama sat at the table alone as he finished his drink, but inwardly winced at the taste of black coffee. He sighed as he glanced down at his empty mug with remnants of coffee beans at the bottom, he really hated paying the bill.

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Kira went into her room after taking note that her mother wasn’t room. She closed the door behind while breathing heavily from having run most of the way back. It wasn’t that she was in a rush to leave Kurama, she really wanted to stay longer, but there was something more important at hand that he wouldn’t understand. Ever since their return from Makai she had kept Kokuei’s diary in a secret place in her room where no one would find it unless her mother decided to get nosy of course.

While wiping the beads of sweat off of her forehead she went over to her dresser and knelt down to open the bottom drawer that contained miscellaneous articles of clothing. She tossed the clothes aside and reached deep within her drawer to the back and pulled out a rectangular box where she kept most of her private things.

Taking a deep breathe, she lifted the lid off of the cardboard box. In it were some things that had belonged to her father that her mother had. Kira had secretly taken them without her consent obviously but her mother hadn’t seemed to mind the missing objects.

He was part youkai, a hanyou…Kira thought darkly in her head as she looked over his things, mostly meaningless trinkets that she had once valued beyond anything else for they were the only things she had to know him by. Some of his things were rings, a necklace and a small key.

She instantly began ignoring the mixed feelings that were rising in her as she reached for the leather book she had stowed in the box. Kira picked it up and immediately felt its weight, for a book it sure was very heavy.

It was about as thick as a textbook and the pages appeared old and it had a strange scent, something she couldn’t quite place, but she was familiar with it. She traced her finger over the silver lock gingerly, how was she supposed to open it?

She sat on her bed with the book and glared at it in her hands resentfully. What was the good of having it if she couldn’t open it?

She eyed the lock again, but more closely this time, it looked like you needed a key, but she didn’t have one.

Great, I don’t have a key…her mind trailed off as her eyes slowly moved back towards the cardboard box on the floor. A key in the box, but that’s stupid. Why would my tousan have the key to Kokuei’s diary, anyway? Whatever, anything’s worth try…

She went back onto the ground with the diary and sat cross-legged. Sternly, she picked up the small key. This is a dumb idea, really uber dumb idea. Shaking her head as if this was pure nonsense that she was committing, she fitted the key into the lock and turned it ever so slowly while scolding herself what a foolish and futile thing this was to do, but something inside of her was saying it was worth a try.

Click.

Kira blinked as the book flipped open, landing on a page filled with writing in some sort of red ink.

She swallowed hard and she was in complete disbelief, “No way…” She grabbed the book in both hands and brought it towards her face. Knew it was too good to be true…

The writing in it wasn’t anything she could read. It was neither Japanese or English. It was like looking at ancient scriptures. None of it was readable and the handwriting looked like chicken scratches. Some characters in it looked similar to Japanese Kanji, but other than that she couldn’t decipher it. But something disturbed her greatly, the ink…it was so red, no, it was a dry crimson color, a memorable crimson.

She gasped loudly as the realization dawned on her.

Blood!

Her grip on the book tightened suddenly as a feeling of fear grew inside of her, but who’s blood was it? Kokuei wouldn’t be that insane, would he? He wouldn’t really write an entire diary with his own blood.

Kira flipped through some of the pages but stopped when she came across a page with a detailed sketch of a young woman on it. Kira stared hard at the drawing, it was of an elegant girl. Long wavy hair cascading down past her shoulders, bright eyes, and a sweet smile on her face. She was sitting on a bench in the middle of a garden somewhere and looked very much at ease. It took a few seconds for Kira to register that this woman looked almost identical to her when she had long hair, except this woman’s features were far more gentler. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and matching white ribbons were tied into her hair.

Her eyes than glanced down to the bottom of the page and saw a small note scribbled in Japanese, finally something she could read.

“Watashi no suki na hito,” she read in one breathe. She arched an how eyebrow and wanted to gag, it sounded so incredibly corny. She didn’t except Kokuei to write something like that. It was odd even for him and so hardly knew him.

Before she could continue her thoughts about how mushy the words sounded she noticed the words on the next page were now legible. It was though reading that sentence made everything in it now readable.

This is getting sci-fi creepy, she thought as she hesitantly went to the front of the diary and began reading.

‘I don’t want to be here. I never did. It isn’t fair to live when you don’t want to. I used to feel that way but now, I’m with her…’

Kira rolled her eyes as she read the introduction, “I’m detecting angst already…” her voice trailed off as the book began glowing a dark purple. She dropped it immediately in surprise, “Holy shit.”

Everything seemed to go eerily silent for a few moments, Kira didn’t dare to breath. Her brown eyes quivering as the book lay on her room’s floor emitting a purple glow. She sensed dark energy pouring out of and she moved back against her wall away from it. The energy it gave off was terribly cold and dark. She wouldn’t call it evil, but it felt close, maybe chaotic.

The book disappeared into a black hole that appeared right under it and the hole steadily grew larger, swallowing everything in it’s path. Kira backed up against the wall as hard as she could, Why does this crazy stuff always happen to me? She shut her eyes tightly as the edges of the hole touched her feet, bracing herself to enter some kind of pain, but none came.

Slowly, she opened one eye than the other. She wasn’t in her room anymore. She was laying on a bed, but not the one in her room.

It took her a few seconds to realize her hair was longer, back down to her waist with bangs swept across her face.

She pushed herself up and sat up with her legs beneath her.

This was definitely not her room.

She was on a white canopy bed with light pink sheets tossed aside as if she had a nightmare last and had trashed around in bed. She felt a cold breeze that came from the huge open window on her left that led to a stone balcony. Directly across her bed there was a mirror and she blinked several times to take in her reflection.

She looked exactly like the girl in the sketch except she was wearing something different. There was a golden collar around her neck and the white dress she was wearing had a very low v-neck, there sleeves were long and fanned out at the bottom than were attached to her collar, and the skirt part completely consumed her lower torso. On her head there was a thin golden headband and her hair was very wavy.

Kira heard the door to the room open and quickly threw up the sheets to cover herself.

She heard a voice call to her, one that sounded oddly familiar, “Kokoro-hime? Are you still in bed at this hour?”

Kira nodded vigorously under the sheets, “What does it look like?”

“He’s requesting your presence,” it said.

“Who’s he? Tell him I don’t want to!”

“I don’t think you have a choice.”

Kira peered out from the sheets and whispered quietly, “Kokuei?”

He was standing right next to the bed. His shoulders back and devoid of all piercing. He looked somewhat younger, his hair was a little bit shorter. He still wore the black wardrobe, but there was something different about him she couldn’t place exactly.

“Kokuei?” she repeated earnestly.

“Hai.”

“What are you doing here?” She asked getting out from under the sheets. She got out of bed but tripped over her long dress.

He caught her before she could fall, his arms wrapped around her, “You should be more careful Kokoro-hime.” He smiled as if catching her was nothing but a daily chore.

She lowered her face, hiding her blush, “Arigatou.”

He didn’t let her go, him embrace was so warm and comforting. She felt like she could fall asleep right on his chest. Everything about it made her feel like warm inside, at peace with herself. Things and problems faded away, it was as if they were the only two beings existing in the world for this moment.

“Kokoro-hime…?”

She looked up, but before she could respond he gently brushed her lips with his own.

Kira could feel her heart racing, fire running through her veins. An evident blush on her two checks.

He leaned in to kiss her again, but this time it was longer. He savored the sweetness of her lips and moved one hand to caress her face softly, his other arms skimming over her back. She didn’t know how to react, but she let it go on. She fought the thoughts in her head that told her to pull away, how could something so wrong feel so right to her?

She felt a hand roughly grab her from behind and she yelped in surprise as she found herself thrown against the wall back in her own room.

Her eyes were wide with shock and she wondered what happened. It was like the entire thing had been some insane dream. She put a hand on her throbbing forehead and slide down the wall to the floor.

“Get a good kick out of it?” Kokuei asked be the window sill in her room. His arms crossed and facing away from her. His raven wings out and folded behind him.

She blinked stupidly at him before spazzing out, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I pulled you out of my diary,” he said sternly, “you tried to read it and you got sucked into my memories. I know I should’ve used a normal book, ones like these are nuisances.” He turned around to face her frowning. He picked up the diary and tucked it under his arm while muttering, “I knew I shouldn’t have left this with tousan and leave that key laying around.”

“Why can’t I read it?” Kira persisted.

“That’s none of your business,” he growled.

She half closed her eyes while recalling what had happened. He had kissed her, well, Kokoro actually, it wasn’t technically her. “Is it because you don’t want anyone to know…”

He glared at her with his intense purple eyes, “What do I have to fear? What do I have to hide?”

Kira hugged her knees tightly and spoke softly, “You were in love with her, that was your secret. Wasn’t it? And you thought because I looked like her-”

“Shut up,” he snarled, cutting her off. “You know nothing of love and pain. To you life is like an idiotic game. You play until you lose.”

Kira watched as he left through her window, never in any encounters with him before had he sounded so…hurt when speaking with her. Maybe she should have just let the stupid book be, but she couldn’t shake the thought that he liked her just because she resembled that woman, Kokoro. Who is she anyway? He called her Kokoro-hime…was she a princess? Maybe that was a nickname he had for her. Then…who was that I had to see?

She heard the phone ring downstairs and stumbled down to get it. She picked it up, “Ohayou, Kamiyama residence.”

“K-chan?”

“’Sup Kurama,” she answered.

“Are you okay?” He sounded worried, as if he knew something happened.

“I’m still here aren’t I?”

She heard him grunt at the comment, “I suppose that’s true unfortunately…”

“So what can I do you for? Sexual innuendo not implied of course.” She tantalized in a bored tone.

“Just checking on you.”

“How sweet. I feel so special now, but jokes aside honestly why did you call?”

He paused then said, “Kokuei.”

“Oh, him. Yeah, he was here and took his diary back than ranted at me how I knew nothing of love or something along the lines of that. Sounded pissed.”

“That’s reassuring,” he mumbled into the receiver.

She giggled, “I guess so.”

“Don’t do anything stupid now.” He warned irritably, “He’s really not what you think he is. And he’s planning some thing, so be careful when you’re around him.”

“If you keep worrying at this rate Kurama, you’re going to get gray hairs, I’ll be fine. See you later, okay?” She hung up and put the phone down. Kira wandered into the living room and flopped down on the couch closing her eyes. Kokuei was always a shady character, she could tell that every time she looked at him, but she was drawn to him somehow. She didn’t understand what it was though. Kira curled up into a ball, whatever it was, she didn’t want to think about it right now.

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Dc-chan: Okay, I know I’ve got some explaining to do. You see, I was suspended last week from school (not telling what I did though but it does involve a super soaker, the assistant principal and my friend’s car) I almost got expelled for my stupidity and I got grounded for three months, but now I’m not grounded because I did some extra chores around my house to shorten the sentence to two weeks. So everything’s better now!

Note: All loose ends and confusing things will come together in the last few chapters. So if you’re confused then don’t worry.

Next Chapter: Chaos Of The Earth Dragon (I renamed it hehe…)

EXPECT NEW CHAPTER IN UPCOMING WEEK!!!