Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ What Has Changed ❯ Chapter 9: The Short Chapter ( Chapter 9 )
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KS: COME ON PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who do I even bother? Here's the next chapter. Sorry if it's short.
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What Has Changed
Rating: PG 13 (mostly for violence and Kori's anger issues)
Summary: When Kurama's attacked by a demon, it sends him flying back almost twenty years in the past (in his mind) and right into his true form: Yoko Kurama. Finding Kori, an old friend and partner, could help him, but harm her. How could she ever explain what has changed?
Note: The rest of the story will be told in Yoko's POV or Kori's POV. There will be occasional flashbacks which will most likely be in third person.
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Chapter 9: The Short Chapter
Yoko's POV
It was night by the time Kori and myself made it back. Kori, of course, left straight for her room, muttering about a "stupid toddler" who was "going to be killed" sometime in the near future, I would think.
I avoided them as best as possible myself, seeing as how I still don't know there names and I still can't over the fact that Kuro's dead and it's my fault. Inari, I hope Kori doesn't hear me saying that. She'll kill me.
Kori's POV
I'm not going to sit here and tell you I'm enjoying this. Because there is no way in hell that I am. I mean, now that Yoko's back and he doesn't remember a thing from the past twenty years, which is absolutley fucking great by the way, it makes me wonder: Why didn't he come back?
In this new life, does he have a lover? adoring women that hung around him, even when he tried to push them away? What was his name? How did he act like? There were those and a thousand more. But the biggest one on my mind:
Did Yoko blame me for his death?
Because I still blame myself for his. And I never will stop. And no one will ever stop me from thinking so either. Not even Yoko himself.
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I didn't know the time, all I knew was that Yoko was trying to wake me up. And I was not happy with that.
"Five more minutes, fox," I mummbled, but I was so frickin' tired it came out as: "'ive 'ore mints, fox."
"Kori," Yoko whispered, completley ignoring me and my wish to go back to sleep. "Are you alright?"
"If I get back to sleep in the next five minutes, yes," I replied, but of course it sounded like: "If 'et ba' to seep in 'ive mints, yes."
"I want to tell you something," he stated.
I pulled my covers tighter around myself and stuck my head under the pillow. "In da mor'in'," I replied. If I could just have another hour, I'd be fine.
"Kori," Yoko pushed me slightly. "Wake up already will you?" He was silent. "Kori, the hideout's on fire."
"'ood. 'ow 'uck off," I muttered. He should have known that that never works for me. And I think you could guess what I said.
Yoko's POV
To everyone who ever comes in cotact with Kori, don't try to wake her. It never works.
But I had finally gotten the courage to tell her I loved her. And don't ask me why I was doing this at two in the morning. I just couldn't get to sleep and this was bothering me.
"Kori," I was two seconds from bringing in a bucket of cold water and dumping it on her. I pushed her again. "I want to tell you something."
"'Er a prstisant 'as'rd," she mumbled, or at least what I could make out. I think she was really trying to say: You're a persistant bastard. But sleep and pillows interfer with her speaking sometimes.
"Kori, please for the love of Inari-" I started, but she had fallen back asleep. "Oh... Kori, how the hell am I ever going to tell you?"
I pulled her out from under her pillow and placed it on her pillow. I found it hard to believe how much of an innocent child- possibly even an angel -she looked like when she slept. It was an unthinkable vision, and if you saw it you would not think she was responsible for all those murders they had accused her of.
"Night Kori, I love you," I murrmered.
She continued to sleep, and then mummbled, "Love 'ou, too, Yoko."
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So it wasn't exactley a declaration of love. I mean, she was dead asleep, probably dreaming, and friends can love each other.
So why did it seem like it was?
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inuyasha-lovers: I think your my only reviewer. Oh, well that doesn't bother me. Thank's for reviewing!!!!!!
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What Has Changed
Rating: PG 13 (mostly for violence and Kori's anger issues)
Summary: When Kurama's attacked by a demon, it sends him flying back almost twenty years in the past (in his mind) and right into his true form: Yoko Kurama. Finding Kori, an old friend and partner, could help him, but harm her. How could she ever explain what has changed?
Note: The rest of the story will be told in Yoko's POV or Kori's POV. There will be occasional flashbacks which will most likely be in third person.
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Chapter 9: The Short Chapter
Yoko's POV
It was night by the time Kori and myself made it back. Kori, of course, left straight for her room, muttering about a "stupid toddler" who was "going to be killed" sometime in the near future, I would think.
I avoided them as best as possible myself, seeing as how I still don't know there names and I still can't over the fact that Kuro's dead and it's my fault. Inari, I hope Kori doesn't hear me saying that. She'll kill me.
Kori's POV
I'm not going to sit here and tell you I'm enjoying this. Because there is no way in hell that I am. I mean, now that Yoko's back and he doesn't remember a thing from the past twenty years, which is absolutley fucking great by the way, it makes me wonder: Why didn't he come back?
In this new life, does he have a lover? adoring women that hung around him, even when he tried to push them away? What was his name? How did he act like? There were those and a thousand more. But the biggest one on my mind:
Did Yoko blame me for his death?
Because I still blame myself for his. And I never will stop. And no one will ever stop me from thinking so either. Not even Yoko himself.
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I didn't know the time, all I knew was that Yoko was trying to wake me up. And I was not happy with that.
"Five more minutes, fox," I mummbled, but I was so frickin' tired it came out as: "'ive 'ore mints, fox."
"Kori," Yoko whispered, completley ignoring me and my wish to go back to sleep. "Are you alright?"
"If I get back to sleep in the next five minutes, yes," I replied, but of course it sounded like: "If 'et ba' to seep in 'ive mints, yes."
"I want to tell you something," he stated.
I pulled my covers tighter around myself and stuck my head under the pillow. "In da mor'in'," I replied. If I could just have another hour, I'd be fine.
"Kori," Yoko pushed me slightly. "Wake up already will you?" He was silent. "Kori, the hideout's on fire."
"'ood. 'ow 'uck off," I muttered. He should have known that that never works for me. And I think you could guess what I said.
Yoko's POV
To everyone who ever comes in cotact with Kori, don't try to wake her. It never works.
But I had finally gotten the courage to tell her I loved her. And don't ask me why I was doing this at two in the morning. I just couldn't get to sleep and this was bothering me.
"Kori," I was two seconds from bringing in a bucket of cold water and dumping it on her. I pushed her again. "I want to tell you something."
"'Er a prstisant 'as'rd," she mumbled, or at least what I could make out. I think she was really trying to say: You're a persistant bastard. But sleep and pillows interfer with her speaking sometimes.
"Kori, please for the love of Inari-" I started, but she had fallen back asleep. "Oh... Kori, how the hell am I ever going to tell you?"
I pulled her out from under her pillow and placed it on her pillow. I found it hard to believe how much of an innocent child- possibly even an angel -she looked like when she slept. It was an unthinkable vision, and if you saw it you would not think she was responsible for all those murders they had accused her of.
"Night Kori, I love you," I murrmered.
She continued to sleep, and then mummbled, "Love 'ou, too, Yoko."
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So it wasn't exactley a declaration of love. I mean, she was dead asleep, probably dreaming, and friends can love each other.
So why did it seem like it was?