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Invocations	By : Demonic_Host Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 3212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: After this chaper I will start to use the second perspective format. What I mean is that I will start to use the "you" narriation when it becomes applicable.
The 'you' perspective will not be from Kurama's view, but rather the OC female. I dislike using things such as _(F/N)_ as then I would still have to make up a backstory and personality that might not match with the reader's own. By simply using the second perspective, however, I feel that a sense of connection can still be made even if the character has their own attributes. Plus it's more fun for me to write it that way and I hope more fun for you to read it too.

Invocations
Chapter three
It had taken Yusuke a while to call himself off of the twenty question games. All the while Kurama played a game of his own. It was called the quiet game. Yusuke obviously lost...repeatedly. Though to the younger man’s credit, he got the hint. He just ignored it like he did everything else he didn’t like after a certain point. Apparently what Kurama was undertaking was too much for him to resist. Kurama had expected that of course, he just hadn’t expected Yusuke to keep on the topic without thinking of his surroundings.
So when Yusuke finally paid for the soda he’d been drinking down like it was going out of fashion and left (presumably to do something with Keiko), Kurama finally let out a deep breath. Finally peace and quiet. He finished the book he’d brought with him along with another cup of tea before the sun even set. By the end of that he was pretty sure that he’d given the hostess too much to think about when she had figured out that he was, indeed, male. Though it wasn’t her fault, he had been there before she’d gotten on her shift. And he had his hair over his shoulder to block out the sight of all the people passing by as he went even if that didn’t block out their scent, sound, or spirit energy. He didn’t make it easy on her. It was another thing he had to amuse himself with really. How else was he going to pass his time?
Standing up as he closed his book, Kurama left the money for his drink before heading out of the cafe. He’d spent enough time there anyways. All of his free time actually. With one last look, Kurama headed out. He had plenty of work to do when he got back to his apartment.
It wasn’t until a few blocks later that Kurama felt something amiss. It was hard for him to put a word to it exactly, only that something was different. He stopped, backing towards a window to make sure he wasn’t in anyone’s way. There was something off but he couldn’t say that it was a bad off. It didn’t feel violent in any way yet it didn’t feel like it was a benefit. It simply was.
Green eyes moved over the area as he took in all the people. A sea of black and dark brown hair, most standing under the gaze of his eyes. Nothing unusual. There was nothing amiss. No excess spirit energy, no signs of demon energy other than his own, and definitely no physical evidence. Sliding his hands into his pockets, brushing his coat aside, he started back to his place. Or he would have if a girl didn’t open a door right before him.
Kurama moved back fluidly to avoid being hit. When he did he had yet another person to dodge. This one let out a surprised gasp as they just barely missed colliding into one another. Today was a very unsafe day to walk, apparently.
He heard something heavy drop to the ground and turned around to see what it was. There was a box of books in a few different languages on the ground with a woman reaching down to pick it up. She had average looks, though she was distinctly foreign. Her skin wasn’t pale but nor was it dark, and it had all the normal qualities one would expect from a human. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a tight loop on the back of her head in order to help keep cool, such was reflected in her choice of clothing too. It seemed as though she had been keeping active in order to avoid feeling cold as her shirt was baggy enough to let the chill in which also did a great job at hiding her general body shape as well.
What intrigued him about this woman was the look in her pale eyes when she saw them. It was almost panicked, actually. He didn’t smell fear from her and her energy didn’t seem to indicate to him that she was anything but human. So why was she panicked?
“Are you okay?” Kurama asked as he reached down to get the box.
When he spoke to her, he saw an apologetic look pass over her face. It was a sincere expression without a hint of malice. Another sign that her panic hadn’t come from her knowing who he really was. That was a reassuring notion. He’d hate to deal with that today. Standing back up with the box of books firmly in hand, this foreign woman seemed a bit uncomfortable when she rose up to face him once more. He was only a few inches taller than her, Kurama noted, and that seemed right somehow. It was better than having to look down drastically at least. That could get awkward in close quarters such as a random meeting on the street.
“I am sorry. I do not speak Japanese,” she spoke out, her tone unsure.
Kurama smiled politely to try and ease her nerves, letting her know that he didn’t hold it against her. Though it was strange that the woman was moving into an apartment in Japan if she didn’t know Japanese. He was sure there was a logical explanation for that.
“Do you speak English, then?” Kurama replied smoothly.
Sometimes it paid to be the host of a thousand year old fox spirit. Language situations tended to be one of them. While his scores weren’t perfect in the literature section of junior high and high school he did, actually, know more than one. A thousand years was a lot of time - too long to stay in just one section of any world. As a thief, he felt that he had to have known how to communicate in many different languages if they wanted to succeed. If only to be able to read maps or reports detailing the bounty to be had.
“Yeah,” she responded with a smaller smile. “I’m sorry. Japan is a new place for me. I haven’t had time to learn how to speak Japanese yet.”
“New?” Kurama voiced as they both sidestepped to the side to avoid foot traffickers.
She made a sound in confirmation of that idea, nodding as well. As she did so she reached out her hands in a non-verbal way of telling him that she could take the book back.
“It’s alright. What floor do you live on?”
The woman hesitated for a moment. Though that hesitation was probably her sorting through her memories if the eye movement was anything to go by. There was still a slight anxious tinge to her aura and scent but it wasn’t fear. He kept checking for things like that. Anything that could turn the situation to one he would need to guard against.
“The top.”
She was going to have a few floors to climb. The building beside them reached three stories - which indicated that the infrastructure was probably made out of concrete or steel. It also meant that this particular building probably did not have an elevator. She was moving in with all the different boxes by foot power alone.
“Allow me to help you.”
“...If you want to,” the woman said after a moment’s pause.
He smiled disarmingly as they walked into the homely apartment building. It had all the standard features that one expected of a small complex. Nothing too fancy but at the same time it was well cared for with small features that he could observe as they walked up the staircases. When they got to her door, the woman opened it without hesitation. Kurama stood at the open door and wondered, for a moment, how trusting this woman before him was. After all he was a complete stranger in a foreign land to her. Yet all it took for him to get up into her studio apartment was offering to help and a bit of a smile.
“Where would you like me to set these?” He asked.
The woman, who he still didn’t have a name for mind you, fidget for a moment. It seemed as though she had just remember that he was a random stranger, one that she’d just bumped into. Kurama figured better late than never, though late could have gotten her into some bad situations if he had harbored ill intentions.
“On the table?” she seemed unsure as she pointed to the table at the end of the hallway.
Nodding amiable, he took his shoes off at the entry ledge and continued down the small hallway to said dining table. On the square sized dining table was already a few boxes of stuff. Next to it against the wall was a mattress set and a long box, one he could only assume contained her bed which hadn’t been put together yet. After that looked to be an armoire as the studio didn’t seem to have a built in closet. How she’d gotten that in was a question. Potentially through the balcony with sliding glass doors that were right next to it. Out of habit he took a moment to do a small head turn just to assess the rest of the apartment. The hallway which he’d walked down shared a wall with the strip of kitchen. The kitchen itself was small, as was customary in a japanese apartment, and had two doors on it’s facing wall. No doubt to the shower room as well as the toilet room. Other than that there wasn’t much to the studio apartment. Nothing out of the ordinary.
When he turned to see where the woman had gone to, he found that she was slipping off her shoes and walking up to him. Her smile was casual if not a little bit uncertain.
“Sorry about...well everything I guess. We were supposed to meet tomorrow. I wasn’t expecting to run into you on the street.”
Oh. Well...that would certain explain her slight anxiety and panic when he’d missed bumping into her. Shifting in his stance for a moment, Kurama nodded in understanding all the while taking in the revelation. So this was the woman that the cooperation was sure could fill his application. They hadn’t gone for an outstanding beauty and for that Kurama was partially glad. Most human females he had met that had such a beauty tended to wear cosmetics to keep it thus. Though his nose wasn’t what it had been he could still smell things that others couldn’t. Like personal scents on or people items near by for starters. He rarely favored an abundance of inorganic odors. Which was ironic considering that he lived in the city and that was pretty much a given anywhere he went. Life was full of contradictions.
As he took the second to take all of her in, she held out her hand. “My name is Hanna.”
Kurama took her hand and shook it politely. “Shuuichi Minamino.”
He could see that she was filing that away in her mind. And from the tiny movements she made with her mouth he had a feeling that she was trying to test the sound of his name out without actually saying it.
“I know this may sound weird. I know that the Japanese language uses honorifics for names, I’m just unsure of how to use them. So what would you like for me to call you?”
Kurama smiled politely. Yes, he could see how that could take some practice to figure out. There were different social situations that required different addressments like in any other language, and navigating those would take some time for her to figure out. Judging by the tone of her voice so far he didn’t see her having troubles picking up on them quickly enough. Though the actual language may be tricker for her. Balancing multiple languages rarely came naturally to individuals.
“As I have a feeling that we’ll be speaking English, Shuuichi would be fine.”
He would get reacquainted with the lack of honorifics quickly enough. As he wanted to fulfil his mission from Koenma to figure out the inner workings of this cooperation to check for demon world activity, he needed to make sure that Hanna believed he was sincere in his quest for a deep social connection. It would have appeared counter productive if she had called him by his family name.
Besides the grateful smile on her face seemed too natural to strip away without good cause.
“Thanks for helping me with the box. I guess we’ll see each other tomorrow?”
Kurama nodded. “Yes, we will. Did you have any more boxes downstairs?”
Hanna shook her head in negation. “Nope, the books were the last of them. Thanks anyways.”
“Well did you want any help unpacking? I’m sure two sets of hands could get it done faster than one.”
Light eyes stared at him for a moment in puzzlement. Then the owner of said eyes shrugged with a quiet “why not” before she turned around. Kurama followed her lead at that point. He pushed aside the notion that it was odd that she was so accepting of a virtual stranger helping unpack her home. He supposed that she figured what he had - now was as good of a time as any to get to know one another. The casual atmosphere might make them both more comfortable in one another’s presence anyways. Even though he was still partially unsure of how to conduct himself in this whole relationship he would make the most of the time he had at his disposal. The sooner he gained her trust in both a professional and personal level, the sooner he could do his job.
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