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One Body, Two Minds	By : Ametank Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 6524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.A/N: Guess what? It took me a really long time, but it�s here at last, and hopefully I�ll be able to get on the ball with this story. ^_^;;; I want to respond to a review really quick�

.Starcrossed: Longer chapters would be great, they really would�but as it is, these chapters all end up being 4 MSWord pages long, not double spaced. Believe it or not that�s tough. And it takes me 600 years to update as it is. Sorry *pouts* this is about as much as I can handle for chapter length. Again�I�m super sorry, but I hope you know I�m doing my best.

.Chapter 3: The Sight

�That�s a very pretty name,� he replies, and you can almost hear the soothing tone of a masculine voice. It�s as if the longer you interact with him, the more solid he becomes for you. A real voice, a real physical presence as if he�s sitting just beside you, maybe he will become something visible soon too. An end to this darkness in which you crouch would be a greater blessing than you can possibly imagine.

�You want to see?� You hadn�t even realized you�d formed that thought well enough for him to hear. �I am simply learning how to listen,� he explains. Another thought found out. If he can do it, perhaps so can you. Until then, you want to see.

�Is there a way?� you ask.

�I think so.�

You listen to his careful instructions, and it takes a while as both of you are still adjusting to this communication thing. When he�s finished, and said so, you start. His first instruction was to try and relax your metaphysical self. He said that from what he could sense, you felt like a very tightly bunched up little ball of energy. Just what you wanted to hear. Of course, if you�d had a body at the time, the concept of relaxing would have been so much simpler. As it is, you have no idea where to even begin.

�Think about the things that make you feel at ease,� Kurama suggests.

�They�re dead,� you snap, and a fresh bout of sadness overwhelms you, effectively drawing you in on yourself further.

�Don�t blame yourself.�

�I don�t,� you think back, but the instant the thought finishes forming, you know it�s not true. You think, if only you�d come home earlier, maybe you could have done something to stop it all. You wonder, why you couldn�t have been a better daughter, a better person, a better student, a better�sister. As your thoughts turn to your brother, you release a mental sigh. At least he�s still alive. It gives you hope.

�You�re starting to relax,� Kurama points out. It�s true! Slowly, you can feel the metaphysical coils of your being loosen and stretch. You turn your attention full to your brother and remember�

~ baseball game�he was eight�hit his first home run�everyone cheered

~ came home crying�bad grade in history�studying together every night�brought home an A

�Keep at it,� Kurama urges gently.

~ fifth grade picnic�Mom and Dad couldn�t make it�you went instead�he beat you viciously at tetherball

~ middle school blues� "it�s okay," you told him, "I�ve been there too" � he hugged you� "you always make it better"

~ his freshman year�you�re a senior�the morning drive�singing along with the radio�keeps him from getting nervous

You�re whole being stretches until, with an almost audible pop, something lets go, and you spill fully into all the free space around you. You can feel things, the clothes on this body, a slight pain in your side�a dull blissful ache. And you can hear things too. You hear the sounds of someone making supper downstairs in a kitchen, and the crunch-roll of tires over pavement, kids shouting, animals�you can actually hear them. Emotion builds up inside you until it spills forward, finally having an outlet, and you feel the wet sliding of a tear down your�well Kurama�s cheek.

"May I open my eyes now?" He asks this aloud, you get the sense, because he knows you would want to hear.

�Yes,� you think back desperately.

"The light may sting a bit, I�m not sure. You�ve been in the dark for a long time."

You don�t care, just feeling desperately eager to see�something. You feel the slow sliding of breath filing his lungs before his eyelids draw open. The sensation of light is not painful, like it might have been should you have kept your own eyes closed for hours before opening them, but instead eerily beautiful. Something about the world suddenly opening up to you after so long�you find yourself jerking Kurama�s head about his room in a detailed exploration of everything.

His bed is simple, dark green comforter, unbelievably soft as you run your/his fingers over it. His dresser contains only a mirror, a brush, and a canister of cologne which you think you can faintly smell clinging to the air. You breathe deeply before launching your/Kurama�s body across the room and spraying it just to enjoy the sensation of smell. On your fifth squirt, Kurama seizes back control of his body and puts the canister down.

"I think that�s enough."

�Sorry.� He chuckles, and you want to swoon at the sensation. It�s delicious.

"Would you like to see me?"

�Yes,� you reply without hesitation.

Kurama walks out into a hallway that smells faintly of home cooking. You hear his mother bustling around downstairs, the slight noises of utensils clacking against one another fills you up with a desperate sense of homesickness. Of course, you don�t have a home to go to now, and no idea at all why it was stolen from you. For long moments you listen and breathe deeply, remembering your mother�s face. If she could only hug you now�if you could just wake up and feel those comforting arms around you just once. What you wouldn�t give for the sound of her voice one last time. You�re sure that would take back the sting, make it all easier.

Kurama has stopped at the top of the stairs, though you�re barely aware, until the figure of his mother appears at the bottom, looking up at you. Her face is gently aged, with crow�s feet at the corners of her eyes and mouth, laughter lines. This woman has lead a good and happy life. And she certainly loves the boy whose body you�re in, you read it plainly in her eyes. Another sharp stab of sadness goes through you.

"Is something wrong Shuuichi?" she asks, and Kurama walks down the steps towards her.

"No mother."

She looks skeptical before reaching out and flicking a tear from his/your cheek. Just one, under the left eye. Your tear. Then she opens her arms, and takes you/Kurama into them, holding you just the way you wished your mother could have done. She presses all that warm love into you, and a strange sensation washes over you. Peace. But its not yours, its Kurama�s, that much you know. He loves his mother just as much as she loves him, and you wonder why this realization never came to you, for you, in your own body.

Sluggishly, you retreat back into darkness, relinquishing what control over Kurama�s sight and body you held, and wrapping the darkness around you. Minutes ago it was a horrible prison, and now it�s your only refuge. You don�t want to see others so happy, when whatever chances at happiness you had were raped from you with no obvious reason. Chance had played a cruel game, and the loses included your parents lives. What could possibly have been worth it? Nothing.

�Why are you hiding?� Kurama asks.

�Because I want to be alone.�

You felt his amusement, like a physical chuckle. �That�s a bit impossible now isn�t it?�

�I fail to see the humor��

�Don�t hide from me.� The command was so abrupt that it halted all other thoughts. Could you even hide at all from him? This was his body, after all, and he seemed to be so acutely aware of your feelings. Couldn�t he just pluck them from you like an open book? Is that how this worked?

�Can�t I have a little privacy?�

�No. And nor can I.�

A slight sizzle of annoyance pressed against you. You�d been so lost in your own misery you hadn�t even taken a moment to consider what this whole thing meant to Kurama. You don�t even know each other, but here you are, a parasite in his body, simply using him to live.

�You are not a parasite.�

�Stop that!� you retort quickly. His annoyance shivers before you feel him suppress it. He�s being so patient with you, probably more than you deserve being an interloper on his body. You�re a proud person, you�ll admit it, most people are. Therefore it takes some effort on your part to simply think, �I�m sorry.�

�Apology accepted.�

You�re not so sure about that.

�Will you come out now?�

Feeling suddenly like one giant freeloader, you agree because you think it might make him happy. Keeping your host happy is an extremely important. As of this moment, you�re unsure how long he�s known about you, and whether or not he could willfully push you out and onto the place where all spirits go, wherever that may be. You slowly begin to uncurl and slide back into "your" place.

�Thank you.�

You are upstairs once more, walking down the narrow hallway towards a door that�s slightly ajar. You gather from the bustle of Kurama�s mind against yours, that this is the bathroom. He�s still going to take you to see the body you�re in. It would be sort of sweet, if you didn�t suddenly suspect he had personal reasons for wanting you to see. For some reason, while your minds seems completely open to him, you can only catch snatches here and there of what he is thinking.

�Do you want me gone?� you ask at last, feeling his hesitation an instant later. Through the jumble of emotions that echo against you, you pick up that there is in fact, a part of him, that wants you gone. Then there�just like that�a clear thought.

�Who is Koenma?�

He shuts the bathroom door behind you/him and flicks the light switch on in one graceful motion, if such can be graceful. "He is someone who can help you."

�Us,� you correct him, very aware that he failed to answer your first question.

Kurama makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, dismissing that comment without really addressing it, and turns to face the mirror. You fix your sight on it, feeling distantly the sharp tang of Kurama�s shock, though over what you can�t imagine. You�ll ask him, but first you want to take this in. On first glance, you see the youthful lines of his face�he can�t be any older than you are, maybe a year or two younger. You�d have never guessed from the calm way he presented himself. No teenage boy is so collected.

The next things you notice straightaway are his eyes, this full on explosion of green. They�re beautiful, soulful, and much older than the body they rest in. You see the years in them like rings, spiraling outward, getting smaller, on into an infinity of time, or so it seems. �What are you?� you ask him, tearing your eyes away from those serene orbs to follow the long bright red of his hair to where it rests across your chest. It�s almost as long as your own�was.

"Are you going to hide again?" he asks simply. He must have felt the sadness, that like a tidal wave threatened to drown you once more. You shove it down, away, and meet his eyes in the mirror once more.

He nods his approval of your actions, and starts to turn away. �Wait!� you think. �What do you see?�

Your mind is such a sudden jumble of bouncing questions and answers, those old eyes, the deep seeded tranquility, his youth, something about a demon, you�re pretty sure you haven�t worded your question clearly enough. But after a brief pause, Kurama closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"I see you, _______(your name)." Then he flicks off the light, and strolls back out into the hallway, eyes downcast, and the furious working of his mind like a gentle hum against your spirit.

�What are you thinking, Kurama?� you ask, because you simply cannot help yourself.

�I�m thinking that I have no idea where to go from here.�

Your shock shivers through the both of you, and Kurama chuckles while he descends the stairs, and steps into the kitchen.

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.Next Time: The Koenma mystery revealed�what�s this about a new body?
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