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A Little Laughter	By : UKImouto Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 2397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho is the genius of a man, but I�m
sure he had a woman backing him. I do not own YYH, but I do own the events and
occurrences in part that belong to this story.

A Little Laughter is based in part on true events from my
life and a few others�. Please consider this before stealing. Thank you.

A few warnings: The dreams in this story are very horrific
in nature and really have sent me screaming to the ceiling in hopes that they�d
just stop coming. Please, if you have a weak stomach, exit now. Thank you.
Although Karasu becomes the binding factor as the plot in this story, the
events that take place in this story are in part true. Karasu was the nickname
I gave to one of my own recurring demons.

As always, thank you for reading. And a special thank you to
InTheShadows for my first ever review on AFF.NET. Also, in case you�re
wondering, this is not the first time I�ve ever written something�just my first
official NCS story. ^_^ Now place your tray tables in their full and upright
position and prepare for flight through the schizophrenic mind.

Chapter 2: A Stirring

I leaned against the frame of my bedroom door, staring at
the demon. He liked coming to my room at odd times. Odd, in that it was always
right when I needed him most. I never knew his name, but I knew one thing about
him. He liked sex. And he didn�t just like sex: he liked it rough and he liked
it against the other�s will.

And he was waiting for me.

He was a crow demon, though I never really knew what made
him a crow. Like me, he had long black hair and slim eyes. Unlike me, his eyes
were red, where mine were violet. I knew the redness in his eyes like I knew
blood. When he came, I knew blood more than anything, rich as chocolate in my
veins. He loved to make me bleed, and then make me lick my own wounds.

For reasons beyond my comprehension, I liked it. I liked the
taste of my own blood, like coppery strawberries. It was a distraction from the
rest...from the gun in my hands, his hands, from the knives and daggers and
incomplete roses...I needed it all to vanish, like a soul from the body.

The demon stood from his seat on my window sill, his hair
like a dark rendition of my pendant against the dimness of my bedroom. I could
see the flash of red--I loved the red, needed the red. Red was what I craved
when life became too much. When I saw red, I saw light. I saw beaches and
sunshine�autumn leaves and children�s crayons.

The crow didn't know that. I didn't want him to know that.
If he knew, he would stop. He would try to make me fear him all the more,
despite that I could feel my heart thudding, thudding against my neck, making
it hard to breathe. Whether this was from fear, arousal, or both, I never could
tell.

But it was always there.

"You grew again," he said. "Do you change
clothes every few months, kitten?"
I shook my head at the underlying insult. "I'm not a
fashion idiot, this is what they make me wear at school."

He walked toward me, an exaggerated swagger to his lithe
hips. This was different. What was he doing? He never did this, never, never. I
would never thought he would approach, like a cat to its meal. He was a crow.
Crows took whatever they wanted and left. What did he want? The red in his eyes
was almost bleeding into mine, a sort of questing curiosity that I hadn�t felt
since�

My head stopped spinning for an instant when he suddenly
moved from there to here, here in front of me, standing over me, towering. He
crushed me with that gaze. I waited for him to do something, to take a knife to
my neck, to draw blood, to draw the pain that gave way to pleasure, and blinded
me from myself.

Instead, he simply stood there, his red eyes focused
entirely on mine, as though searching for something. For a moment, I thought,
this is it. This was the last time I would see anything, he would do something
to me all right. He would finally kill me as he said he would from the start.
But something held him there, something I had no right to know. I don�t know
how I knew, I just knew. He didn�t want me to know why he hadn�t moved yet.

And finally, he decided.

�Your new friend at that place you call school��

�Minamino?� I blinked. �He�s not my friend.�

He glared at me, and I knew to be silent. �I want him.�

I questioned with my eyes. Why?

�I don�t care how you do it, but bring him here. I want him.
Until then, little girl�� A shiver ran down my spine as finally he touched his
tongue to my neck. �I will leave you to your nightmares.�

My eyes flew open. �Wh-Wha��

�How na�ve you are, little Rei, to think that your playmates
would not know,� he smirked, the redness in his eyes darker, lusting. He would
do this just for that pretty boy, Minamino? Completely keep himself within?
�Tell him, if you so need�that Karasu is waiting.�

�K-Karasu?� I whispered.

�That�s right,� he smirked, twirling his long, thin fingers
through my short hair. �Karasu. The fox will know.�

Fox?

Before I could say another word, he was gone.

Leaving me to a night full of terror once again.

>>>

The man stirred the pot, stirring, stirring, round and
round the ladle went, ladle, ladle, into the bowl. Transfixed, I was, watching
that soup turn round and round, the meat inside too pale to be beef, but too
dark to be chicken. Fish? No, it was meaty, still, not at all like fish.

My fists were
short, my legs like trunks, and I was a toddler again. I wobbled as I walked,
but I was too curious, curious about what was in that pot. Stirring, stirring,
the man kept on going, round and round the ladle went, ladle, ladle into
another bowl. He drank it down, eating the little chunks of meat slowly, as
though to savor a delicate flavor. To my surprise, he grew a pair of bat-like
ears, and then his skin turned pebbly and thick.

I was close now, sneaking close, and still watching the
man stirring the pot, stirring, stirring, round and round the ladle went,
ladle, ladle into the bowl again. To my surprise, he grew bat wings, and his
nose grew out like a dragon�s. He kept eating and eating, and slowly he turned
into a graceful dragon. With a roar like a too-loud foghorn, he burned away the
house and flew away.

I looked into the pot, at the cutting board beside it, so
blocked from my vision while still the man stirred. I held back a scream,
hoping he wouldn�t hear me. On the cutting board was a little toddler�s arm,
severed at the shoulder, bleeding from the wrists. A bowl full of eyeballs,
soaked in mingled blood and white wine, sat beside it, with a trashcan full of
entrails that I threw up over not a few seconds after having seen them.

I stared up at the sky, where the dragon who had been a
man flew, and resolved to kill him if I could. I looked around the kitchen for
a knife big enough, but I was a toddler, too. I couldn�t harm him, even armed
with a knife.

But I knew how he�d become what he was.

I reached into the pot, stirring, stirring, I kept on
going, round and round the ladle went, ladle, ladle into a bowl. Thrice I
repeated, as he had, and then I soared into the sky, my bat wings pounding at
the wind.

I rammed into him midair and scraped out his belly, the
only soft part of either of us now. The children, now whole and screaming,
screaming, fell to the ground, where the man, flapping still, landed on a fire
hydrant and was made into shish-kebob there. I circled overhead, elated with my
victory, and then found my own belly sliced and the children raining around me
as I fell, to be shish-kebob right on top of the man I�d watched. I was still
alive as a third dragon fell with the children all around.

I woke up screaming.

It was six in the morning.

Made breakfast, as I had
the day before. I met Minamino on the bus, and avoided saying much more than,
�Good morning� to him. I would not lead him home to Karasu to be taken as I had
been. I was the forbidden dealer of death in my dreams.

I was the one that the
demons wanted to live. If ever I made a friend, dead they were within one
year�s time. I watched Minamino with detached eyes as he chatted with the girls
who just yesterday had threatened me. If only the demons would kill them
instead. It wasn�t fair that they killed my friends and not my enemies.

And still, I only watched,
as the blood on my stomach began to seep through my uniform. I raised my hand
half an hour into class after lunch, asking to go to the restroom. The teacher
nodded, annoyed that I�d not gone during lunch. Well of course I hadn�t. I
wasn�t bleeding then. The gash that had appeared on my stomach was minimal,
only a slight hole. I was never hurt too badly after my dreams, but still it hurt
as if I had really been impaled on a fire hydrant. I was half-glad my uniform
was pink. The blood wouldn�t be so obvious.

The pain, however, was a
great relief. I would have done it myself after Karasu had left, if I hadn�t
known the dream would be bad that night. Whenever a demon left without causing
me pain, my dreams would finish it for me. I was glad that they did. I used a
bit of paper towel from the dispenser to clean the new wound, and wound a torn
bit of my undershirt around my waist to staunch the flow of blood. I returned
to the classroom and when at last classes were over for the day, I climbed to
my feet, reveling in the pain that made me feel, feel something other than this monotony, this darkness that I had not
earned, deserved, nor wanted.

But I treasured it all the
same.

Minamino caught up with me
effortlessly after school, and sat next to me on the bus. His voice was quiet
when he did at last speak.

�You�re hurt, Galis-san.�

I didn�t answer.

�Did you do this to
yourself?�

I didn�t answer.

�Did someone else do it to
you?�

I didn�t answer.

�Galis-san.�

�It�s none of your
business.�

Minamino sighed. �I know
it�s not, Galis-san, but I am making it my business. Tell me what�s wrong.�

I hesitated for a moment.
�You�re in danger if you come near me.�

�I�m sorry?�

�My demons want you dead.�

He blanched at this. �I�m
sorry they feel that way.�

�I am too. I just hope
that you�ll understand and walk away after this and not come back again.�

Minamino touched my
shoulder, and I cringed away. �I can help, Galis-san.�

�No. You�ll only get
yourself killed.�

�Then why not let me risk
my life to help you?�

�Because I don�t want to
lose another friend.�

He smiled. �So you admit
I�m your friend now, Galis-san?�

I growled and shoved him
toward the other side of the seat. �I don�t want to see another friend of mine
with a gun in his mouth, Minamino Shuichi. I don�t want to see another pair of
slashed wrists or a so-called bus accident or cut into tiny pieces by my
demons, do you understand what I�m saying? Stay away from me.�

�Gali��

�This isn�t about me,
Michael James Watson!� I shouted, and instantly regretted it. The entire bus
was staring at us, at me shoving Minamino nearly off the seat, at his blank
stare into my eyes. Those burning green eyes, like acid, like acid, tearing at
my flesh, blinding me, blinding me, those burning green eyes. So like
Michael�s.

And yet I knew the moment
I�d made the mistake of calling him by Michael�s name that Minamino Shuichi was
not Michael James Watson.

�I remind you of another
of your friends,� Minamino said, scooting back onto the seat as the bus slowly
returned to its normal hum of conversation.

�Shut up,� I said, glaring
out the window.

�That�s why you�ve been
avoiding me.�

�Shut. Up.�

�You can�t run forever.�

I lost it. �Shut the hell
up and leave me the fuck alone!�

But those green eyes were
still calm. Still calm, as if a raging storm was passing over a field of green
pasture, with spots of golden flowers here and there, and the field was untouched
by any of it.

�I will see you tomorrow,
Galis-san.�

I muffled a scream of fury as he climbed off the bus at his
stop.

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Kurama is certainly someone to scream at with his calm
exterior�Karasu�s behavior warrants some screaming as well. O.o BTW, the person
who helped me battle my own demons also passed away not too long ago, but he
left me with several defenses in place, so my night terrors aren�t quite as bad
as they used to be. Lucky me. =P
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