Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Two Tailed ❯ Paws ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8:Paws

 

 

She understood what he meant by “re-introduce” moments after the group started talking about the Dark Tournament. It was obvious who Kurama was talking about after a while, and it seemed hard to forget after she heard most of the stories.

 

“Are we boring you, Neko-chan?” Kurama asked Nyako softly as he placed his hand on her thigh under the table. Nyako's senses jumped as she felt the boy's hand rest gently but determinedly on her leg. She smiled and shook her head.

 

“You have my full attention.” She mused. Kurama's eyes twinkled as he listened to Yusuke and Kuwabara go through the fights in great detail, talking about disappearing, and a masked fighter, and Genkai's death and rebirth. Her mind was else where.

 

“So how long are you two going to stare at each other, fox?” Yusuke laughed at the kitsune and the nekomatta. They were so obvious that it was boring.

 

“Shut up.” Nyako glared at the detective. She had taken to calling them by their short names at this point. It seemed that maybe the talking toddler had been right- that she should stay with this for a while until she matured into her full form.

 

“Nice to see you Nyako.” A voice came from behind Nyako. She turned around to see a woman with straggly pink hair and a fighter's outfit.

 

“Genkai!” Nyako said clearly. Genkai smiled as she looked over the young girl.

 

“You look like your mother. The exact same. Except I see you have a mouth on you.” Genkai laughed. Nyako scrambled to her feet and hugged the old woman. Kurama wondered how the two knew each other.

 

“I didn't get it from just anyone!” Nyako smiled. It felt good to see Genkai after so long.

 

“I know you idiots are wondering how I know her.” Genkai spoke harshly again. Nyako nodded.

 

“My mother was a student of Genkai's… she came to the funeral. But you never stopped over after that…” Nyako looked upset as she turned to look at her mother's master.

 

“I got my hands on these punks.” Genkai motioned towards the boys.

 

“What did I say about calling me a PUNK, gramma!” Yusuke bellowed. Nyako and Genkai laughed him off and talked. Kurama smiled, happy to know that Nyako wasn't alone in the temple; besides him.

 

“I can't believe how old you are. And Koenma told me that you are already turning.” Genkai spoke. Nyako nodded, but looked down at her feet, almost shamefully.

 

“I don't really understand it, and it really sucks.” Nyako admitted in a hushed voice.

 

“Nekomattas change when they reach your age. Your mother came to me for help when she turned into a cat with two tails one day after she had gotten the “flu”. She thought she was delirious, but it turned out that Koenma came to me the next day, looking for her. Your mother was from a long line of nekomattas, and she was happy to carry that tradition on.” Genkai spoke softly. The boys had filed out of the room to go and practice for a while to get their minds off of their slow and tedious task of keeping Nyako company. She realized she didn't really make it easy on anyone.

 

“I don't want this though. I don't want to be a nekomatta. I just want to be normal. When mom died… Genkai… I felt so alone… Just thrown off a cliff and left for dead…” Nyako wiped away a tear that leaked through her defenses. Hiei peeked in the room from the kitchen, listening to the conversation the ningen was having with the old woman. He felt a familiar pain rise in his chest; like she had hit him right where it hurt the most.

 

“Your mother was strong, and she wanted you to be too.” Genkai added. Nyako hugged the old woman and let the tears roll down her face. Hiei wanted to grasp on to the girl too. It was an old sense of relief to hear her talk; like she knew exactly what to say to make Hiei feel what had happened to him before.

 

“I'm not strong though. I'm weak, and the weak don't survive.” Nyako spoke angrily to the master. Genkai wiped away the tears and brushed back the girl's midnight hair.

 

“You are strong because you are weak.” Genkai said.

 

“Every moment my father looked at me, he wanted to drink. All he saw in me was my mother, and it drove him to pick up a bottle. He was scared of me; scared of what I would do to him.” Nyako told Genkai the details that Hiei had already seen and felt while his Jagan peered into her mind. His chest rumbled with the pain and it choked him. The door seemed too closed and it was hard for him to hear her at times.

 

“I think you aren't looking at it right, Nya-chan. Your father wanted to take care of you and love you; he just found it hard because you looked so much like your mother.” Genkai tried to tell the girl.

 

“It didn't help when Ume went and killed herself. She broke me into small pieces, taking the best parts with her. The note only told me that she had to stop the pain. But what pain!? There was only more pain when she was gone! I lost my mother, then my father, then my best friend! No one was there! Genkai, where did everyone go!?” Nyako asked the woman. Genkai shook her head.

 

“Life is a mysterious thing. I'm not sure why you were dealt the crappy end of the cards, but I know that you are capable of making it through; even though you wish you weren't. Because you feel so deeply and because you are so wounded; that makes you perfect to help others.” Genkai spoke softly. Nyako turned her head and looked out the window. Hiei felt himself blow up in pain. The door creaked open a small bit and Nyako turned her head straight towards where Hiei was. She looked at the direction of his face but did not see him. He flitted off towards trees, where he could demolish them like everyone had tried to do to him.

 

“Hmmm, never mind.” Nyako sighed, standing up. Genkai grabbed her hand and looked at the girl seriously.

 

“You are made for this. And you have someone very important backing you.” Genkai motioned towards the door behind her, where Kurama's green eyes could be seen peeking into the room. Nyako walked over to the door quickly and opened it- revealing the head of red hair.

 

“Pervert.” Nyako growled at the kitsune as she walked down the hall.

 

“It's called an eavesdropper.” Kurama said harshly, angry at being called a pervert when he was being clean in actions.

 

{Not in the mind though!} Youko chided in.

 

Suddenly Kurama found himself pushed up against the wall, lips attacking his in a passionate embrace. His eyes adjusted quickly and found Nyako running her hands along his chest and pulling his face against hers. She finally let go.

 

“That's why you are a pervert... Your thoughts were too loud.” Nyako remarked as she grabbed her shoes and walked out the front door.

 

“Daaaaammmmmnnnn!!!” Yusuke whistled as he stood behind the kitsune. Kurama was stunned that Nyako could read his thoughts. He hadn't felt a presence in his mind while he was listening to her talk.

 

“Careful with that one. She's contagious.” Genkai spoke from the doors where Kurama had been eavesdropping. He nodded and then ran after her. She was infecting him as he breathed.

 

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ AT NYAKO'S HOUSE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

 

Nyako came home to an empty house, filled with nothing but memories. She set her keys on the table and rubbed her head. She hadn't meant to read Kurama's thoughts, but the slightest mention of him had sent her on a search to find him. Nyako was aware that he was eavesdropping; and one thing lead to another. Before she knew it, she was inside his mind, listening to Youko's desires and his wants. It was graphic, and she half enjoyed it before the half fear set in.

 

“I cannot believe I did that on my own.” Nyako smirked. Her body wanted nothing more than to sleep. All of her activities had to be followed by a cat nap and then a treat. She stuck with tuna of all types. Nyako chuckled as she shared a small treat with Momo as the two lay in bed.

 

“Nyako…” A voice called from the front room. She assumed that it was Kurama, breaking and entering her house to see her. Instead, she found Hiei, the Jaganshi in her room. She wrinkled her brow before she sat down on her couch.

 

“What do you want?” Nyako asked the boy. He looked defensively at her.

 

{Back off.}

 

{Niiiiiice. At least I know I'm not welcome in your mind…}

 

{Hnnn.}

 

“You could at least be friendlier.” Nyako warned. Hiei glared and then dropped his over protective stance in her house. “After all, you did break in to MY house…”

 

“You could use some of that in general.” Hiei said. Nyako nodded and handed Hiei one of her snacks. Hiei shook his head.

 

“See… there you go. I offer you something and you rudely object to it.” Nyako spoke. Hiei rolled his eyes and sat on the chair in the living room. “Why are you here?” Nyako crudely asked. She wasn't in the mood for games with the Tante.

 

“I came to watch you.” Hiei said. He was annoyed with the ningen's games. He wanted to talk to her, on his own terms.

 

“Perv.” Nyako said as she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

 

“Wait.” Hiei said quietly. Nyako turned around and saw something that she deemed unfamiliar: the Jaganshi looked shy and unsure of what he wanted to say. Nyako watched the boy fight with himself before he turned around.

 

“Don't go. Say it.” Nyako found herself speaking before she knew the words. Hiei didn't move, he just stood like a statue in her front room. Nyako's heart raced as she waited for the boy to speak up.

 

“I understand what it means to be thrown away and left for dead. Better than the fox.” Hiei said softly and then disappeared from her front room. Nyako's mouth was open slightly as she tried to process what the Jaganshi had said to her. She didn't know much about him, but from the sadness in his voice, it felt too close for comfort. Nyako sat on the couch and popped another piece of tuna into her mouth. She felt like taking a bath, getting clean of all the pain that plagued her. The more she knew about the Tante, the more she wished that she never knew anything at all.

 

{I'm sorry, I don't know what to do Ume. I wish you could give me some of your pep talks. You were always good at that…} Nyako mused to herself.

 

“Nya-chan, why do you look so lonely?” Her father asked her as he set his keys down on the dinning room table. Nyako looked up at him and leaped off the couch, jumping on him.

 

“I was sad because I was worried about you. I missed you dad. How are you today?” She hugged her father tightly and felt his heart beat pulse through his chest. Her ears picked up every sound these days along with her nose smelling everything possible; good or otherwise.

 

“Oh Nya-chan… you are so adorable, just like your mother.” Her father hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. “Are you eating tuna again?” He asked her curiously. She sheepishly nodded and blushed.

 

“I really like it. Want some?” She offered some of her tuna to her father. He squished his face and shook his head.

 

“No thanks sweetie. Hey, the group is having a family night… and uhm… I was wondering if maybe… you wanted… if you can of course!...come with me?” Her father looked at his feet, scared to be rejected by his own daughter.

 

{Not that I deserve her. After all she has done for me. She must think I'm a monster…}

 

“Sure. I would love to go with you.” Nyako smiled a weak and feeble smile for her father. His face lit up like the Eiffle Tower on New Years. He pulled her close and swung her around the room, giving her a huge kiss on her forehead.

 

“I love you I love you I LOVE YOU!” He yelled happily. Nyako laughed and held on to her dad who for a few seconds was the happiest man in the world. Hearing his thoughts was harder than she ever imagined. She had always wondered what he was thinking when he grabbed a bottle, and she was thankful that she might never know what went through his mind. Because he was recovering and becoming stronger, his thoughts were becoming more rational, and also more dangerous. Some moments she could almost taste the need for alcohol it was so strong in his mind. The emotions were always so thick when she could read someone's thoughts.

 

“Alright dad, let me down!” She laughed. The man put her down and hummed all the way to the kitchen where he put away the rest of the tuna and made himself a sandwich and a glass of milk.

 

“The meeting starts at around 8, so we need to leave around 7:30. Is that okay with you?” He questioned. Nyako nodded and gathered herself back up.

 

“I just have to work on a few things from school. That's all.” Nyako lied. She didn't want to think about the `group' meeting tonight. It was her father's way of saying that Al-Anon was in town and wanted to talk with her.

 

“Mmmkay…” Her father looked at her all soft for a moment, catching her off guard. “You know, your mother would be so proud of you. She was so strong, and so are you. I'm so proud of you… and… if you ever want to talk about something; don't hesitate. I love you, Nyako.” He spoke carefully but honestly, as if he had waited his entire life to just tell her those few sentences. Nyako's eyes watered and her throat choked up, but she nodded and smiled at her father.

 

{Who am I to deny him those small feelings? It isn't like I can just tell him how much he hurt me when he was drunk… Oh well… just a couple more secrets…}

 

Nyako walked to her room and sensed a certain someone sitting on her bed. She opened the door and found flaming red hair and daring emerald eyes looking through her. Her body felt weak and she wanted to walk back out to her father and explain that there was in fact a fox-boy sitting on her bed.

 

“Boy-wonder.” She said roughly as Kurama looked at her excitedly. The emotion on his was thick, and lustful. Every bit of Youko was showing through him and it took her a few tries to get used to the kitsune's aura.

 

“Your father seems to be doing well Neko-chan.” Kurama smiled. Nyako stood in front of her mirror, trying to avoid the obvious need for contact with him. In the mirror he was just as perfect, his features dazzling her. Nyako's chest tightened as she ran her fingers along the mirror, trying to touch his face.

 

I understand…Better than the fox…

 

The voice was burned into her brain as she looked at Kurama. Hiei had something hidden from her, something that felt more real than Kurama's sympathy. The kitsune stood and wrapped his arms around Nyako, spreading the warmth of his body into hers. She tried to smile, but could only hear Hiei's voice.

 

“You need to go. My father's in the other room and I'm leaving with him soon. Go.” She unwrapped his arms from around her and disregarded him coldly. Kurama stepped back, feeling like he had been smacked in the face.

 

“Fine.” He growled. The open window providing a quick way to exit as it had been a quick way to enter. Nyako sat on her bed, feeling the retreating warmth of Kurama's arms around her. She smelt of roses, thick and gentle.

 

“DAMNIT!” She cried out. Her body tensed as she heard her father coming down the hall. Quickly she thrust her fist into the wall and heard a sickening SNAP sound. She muffled her sudden cries and held her fist tightly.

 

“What is going … OH MY GOD! What happened?!” Her father panicked when he saw Nyako holding her wrist and crying; a giant dent in her bedroom wall. Nyako lay on the floor, crying; not because of her broken knuckles, but because she had coldly dismissed the only person who cared deeply for her. “We have to get you to a hospital!” Her father left the room and ran for the phone to call for an ambulance. Nyako stopped her tears and looked at the hole in her wall.

 

{Just another hole in my heart…}

 

 

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That's it for chapter 8! Wow! Totally confusing right!?

I love it! All the sexual tension and all of the… everything!

 

I know that I pretty much promised some people that a certain red head would take the girl this time… but…. I'm going to try and confused everyone as much as possible! Haha! Don't ya just love me!?

 

 

Kurama: YOU SUCK! *growls*

 

Bunny: *huggles Nyako* HEY! She is MY creation! I can do what I want!

 

Hiei: *nods* She has a point! =]

 

Yusuke: You are only agreeing because she chose you this chapter!

 

Hiei: Shut it detective *glares* X[

 

Kurama: *cries* give her back! I LOVE HER! T.T

 

Bunny: *holds Nyako hostage* Maybe… =]

 

Read and review because you love me and because you REALLY love my fics. After this fic… I'm not really sure what I'm going to do. I might vacation for a while and work on some other stories. But you know how much I love writing fanfics… I may never stop! Lol.

 

Lovels, Bunny!