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The Worthless Humans	By : Oreana Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 9953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 34
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- 36
Author’s Notes:
Just a heads up that this story is now
officially wrapped up. I am sorry, I didn’t mean for this story to take
two
years to complete. That is way too long for any story to be out and
about and I
apologize.

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Nari noticed the expression on Kurama’s face and
it started
to make her nervous. She began to wonder if one of her scars were
showing from
the makeup she often put on to conceal them. “Is something the matter,
dear?”
She asked with a shaky smile.

Kurama shook his head in attempts to be rid of the
shock he
held. “No, no, Miss. Suzuki,” he insisted with a slight bow to her. “I
apologize.” Turning to Okuro, he shrugged slightly. “So why don’t we
start that
study session until dinner is ready?”

“Like I have a choice,” Okuro grumbled as he
headed past the
kitchen and living room to get to the hallway that would lead to his
bedroom.
“My room is this way, Shuichi.”

“Okuro, you better be in there studying,” Nari
called down
the hallway as she continued to work on the pasta dinner she had in
mind.

Making it to his bedroom door, Okuro opened it to
allow
Kurama in first before following in after him. His bedroom was just
like any
normal boy’s bedroom except he seemed to have some sort of interest in
the
darker side of things. He had posters of well known horror films
featuring
flesh eating zombies and vengeful undead souls. His bed had black
covers and he
had the shades down on his window, not wishing to view the outside
world that
had scorned him and his mother. Video games and DVDs littered his floor
near
the television he had set on the floor near his desk that had dark
dragon
candle holders. The very look of the place startled Kurama seeing as he
never
knew what Okuro was into aside from stealing and to see it all was
quite
surprising.

Lighting the candles in his bedroom so he would
have some
light aside from the bit that could be seen from his slightly raised
shade over
his window, Okuro looked to Kurama with a sigh as he pulled out his
math book.
“Alright, so about that problem of mine—.”

“So, that is your mother, is it?” Kurama asked off
topic as
he took the math book Okuro held.

“Yeah, that is my mom,” Okuro answered with a
simple nod as
he sat upon a pillow that was on his messy floor filled with a few
articles of
clothing and shoes.

“You know, Okuro, I don’t really know much of
where you and
your mother came from,” Kurama felt need to pry as he eyed the half
demon out
of the corner of his eye. “All I know is that people said you
transferred from
America.”

Okuro scratched his forehead a bit underneath his
cap and
nodded at Kurama’s response. “Yeah, we came from South Carolina,
Spartanburg,”
he said, though it was mostly rehearsed. “That would explain my
mother’s accent
whenever she speaks. She is southern even if she is half Japanese. We
moved
here when we grew weary of the nasty apartment we were in.”

“Sounds to me like you didn’t have much to start
off with,”
Kurama said as he sat on the side of Okuro’s bed. While he was
listening to the
story, he could feel the fox demon spirit he had within him listening
in as
well. It made him slightly nervous but he knew Yoko Kurama wasn’t as
vicious as
he used to be and wouldn’t kill the two. If anything, he felt a
remorseful
feeling towards where they were now.

“No, we didn’t.” Okuro hated to think on the times
his
mother nearly starved to death just trying to feed him seeing as she
didn’t
have enough money to please them both. “She sacrificed a lot for me to
live and
worked in restaurants where she was treated like crap just to make a
living for
us both. She eventually got noticed when she submitted a story of hers
she
wrote to a magazine and so she has been writing short stories and such
for
magazines and the like to who will accept them. It’s not much, but it
gets us
by.”

Kurama was hesitant to ask the next question
threatening to
jump right from his throat. He remained upon the bed with the math
book’s
parted pages resting against his chest as he found the courage to
finally ask
his question. “What about your father?”

Okuro himself even paused in hesitation wondering
how to
answer that one seeing as he was never told what to say to people who
asked. Bringing
his legs closer to his chest, the images of his birth father being
horribly
abusive to his mother flashed in his mind and he almost wanted to snap
but he
kept himself in check as he cupped his forehead in his hand. “He, um,
he was an
abusive jerk that got what he deserved,” Okuro explained almost choking
on his
words in angered sadness. “He got killed to my knowledge.”

Kurama said not a word as he eyed Okuro from the
bed he was
sitting upon, wondering if he wanted to continue.

“I had another father, that wasn’t my birth
father, who
wanted to take care of me, but I was told he got killed when fighting
for my
mother and me,” the mix-breed reluctantly continued. “I don’t remember
much
about him aside from the fact that my mother gave me his necklace she
made for
him.”

He watched as Okuro pulled the necklace Kurama
remembered
Kuronue wearing frequently. The red jeweled necklace that was made of
Nari’s
own blood caught his attention as he drew in his breath. Kuronue’s
necklace, Kurama thought to himself as he looked at it
closely.

“I really miss him,” Okuro admitted as he placed
the
necklace back under his shirt. “My mom said his name was ‘Kuronue’.”
Shaking
his head and clearing his throat, the half demon looked up at Kurama
with a
shrug. “So, anyway, what about that problem, genius? You apparently
know all
there is about senior studies.”

Smiling softly at Okuro for a moment he looked
back at the
math problem he was having trouble on. “Maybe it is because you are
taking
remedial classes and those don’t really change much. Besides, I like to
test my
knowledge on things.”

Nari watched the television from where she was
cooking
dinner to spy what was going on in the world lately. It kept her
attention from
time to time seeing as she rarely surfaced from her apartment in Japan.
While
she was tending to the noodles that she had sitting within the boiling
pot, the
phone rang that was upon the wall within the kitchen area. “Hello?”
Nari
replied once she managed to answer her phone on the third ring. “Oh, hi
Candy,
it is good to hear from you again.”

Candy and some of the others Nari had befriended
called and
kept in touch with her after the horrific scene that took place fifteen
years
ago. Candy had managed to get a job as a fashion designer up in New
York after
working as a gofer girl within the very company she was designing
outfits for
four years ago. “Hey, Nari,” Candy responded on the other line as she
was
keeping up with the schedule of the coming day seeing as it was six in
the
morning there. “I was just calling to find out how things were going.
Right now
I am checking out my busy ass schedule for today.”

“That’s right, it is early in the morning over
there,” Nari
chuckled as she continued to work with the dinner. “I cannot imagine
how you
get up so early and continue to work until almost midnight at that
company.”

“Well, it is a choice,” Candy laughed softly in
return. “So
how is that rowdy son of yours? Is he still cutting up and causing
people to run
for the hills?”

“Oh,” Nari moaned at the mere thought of Okuro as
she
started fixing the salads that she wanted her son to eat with the meal.
“He is
the same. He just got detention for this week no thanks to trying to
skip
classes—again. One of these days that boy is going to put me in an
early grave.”
Looking at her watch, Nari realized the time and that Okuro’s study
buddy was
still within the house. “Hold on for a moment, Candy.” Pressing the
phone
against her chest, she headed into the hallway to call to the boys that
she
knew were in her son’s bedroom. “Okuro, can I speak with you a minute?”

The door to Okuro’s bedroom opened as he peaked
outside in
the hallway to spy his mother. “We’re studying ma, as you asked us to.”

“I know that, but I was wondering about you
friend. Is he
staying for dinner?” Nari wondered a bit nervously.

Kurama heard the question as he closed the math
book he had
in his hands. “Well, I would have to contact my mother and tell her I
am
working through dinner but I doubt she will mind.”

“He said he will have to call his mom first,”
Okuro called
back down the hall to his own mother. “But other than that I think he
might be
staying. This double homework I have is killing me and might last
throughout
the night.”

“You better complete it,” Nari remarked sternly
before
turning her attention back to the phone she held in her hand. “I am
back,
Candy.”

“So, you have company over I hear,” Candy remarked
as she
pulled herself up from her bed she was sitting upon while chatting with
Nari.

“Yeah, yeah, it is my son’s tutor, Shuichi
Minamino,” Nari
explained as she headed back to the kitchen. “He came over to give my
flighty
son his school book back and then offered to stay and help him with the
homework he is having problems on.”

“Well, Nari, I wish you luck,” the New Yorker said
on the
other line. “Right now I have to scarf down breakfast and then make a
mad dash
to my work. I hope things go well, honey.”

“You too, Candy,” Nari said in return with a soft
smile. “I
hope your day goes well. I will speak to you later. Goodbye.” Hanging
up the
phone, she sighed a bit as she worked on finishing the rest of the
dinner. She
was nervous with a new face joining them, but she didn’t want to appear
rude
and send Kurama away as she fixed the plates needed for the table.

Eventually the dinner was fixed and the boys were
called to
the table. Nari didn’t know what to say with a new face in the room as
she ate
the food she made. Before Kurama could bother eating dinner, he managed
to call
his mother and speak to her about where he was. Nari listened to the
conversation while she ate her food though she made no eye contact with
the
redhead. Looking up at her son, who sat across from her, she cleared
her throat
to catch his attention.

“So, Okuro, seeing as you got yourself in trouble
with the
principle again, you are grounded when you come home all this week and
weekend,” Nari explained as she elaborated on her son’s punishment.

“But, mom!” Okuro complained.

“I don’t want to hear it,” she sighed as she
raised her hand
to stop Okuro from complaining further. “Son, I cannot keep supporting
you. I
need you to do that on your own in due time.”

Kurama listened to the conversation going on at
the table as
he continued speaking to his mother on his cell phone.

Okuro said not a word himself as he didn’t know
what to say
to his mother. He had his own reason for doing what he did but he knew
Nari
would see it as an excuse rather than a reason. Sighing with a shake of
his
head, he continued picking at his food as his appetite was lessening
with every
word he exchanged with his mother. When he heard Kurama’s phone
conversation
end, he looked up at him. “So what did your mom say, Shuichi?”

“She said it is alright if I say over here for
dinner,”
Kurama answered as he took his seat and began to eat the cuisine before
him. “She
also said if I want to stay over here tonight I might want to call her
again
and let her know.”

Hearing that he might stay over, Nari paused for a
moment as
she lifted her fork from the pasta she was eating. “Do you plan on
staying?”

“Well, I could stay here for as long as it takes
to help
Okuro with his homework if you like,” Kurama offered. In all honesty he
wanted
to stay at the house a moment longer to see what all was going on
within it. He
hadn’t seen any of the two in fifteen years and was curious as to how
they both
were truly doing. “That is if that is okay with you, Miss. Suzuki.”

The thought was tempting concerning her son’s
punishment and
the want for him to get through high school. Twirling her fork within
her
pasta, Nari eventually nodded at the eager redhead. “That sounds
alright with
me, Shuichi. If you want, you can take my room and I can sleep on the
foldout
sofa.”

“You don’t have to do that, Miss. Suzuki,” Kurama
insisted
as he waved his hand slightly to have her reconsider the sleeping
arrangements.
“I can take the foldout sofa if you want me to.”

“No, it is alright, Shuichi,” Nari whispered as
she finished
her meal. “I insist.” Pushing back from the table, she grabbed onto her
plates
and drink to wash them off before putting them in the dish washer. “If
you boys
need me, I will be in my room finishing up a few things I need to
complete
before tomorrow,” she whispered before passing by the table to head to
her
bedroom.

Kurama watched as Nari disappeared into her
bedroom with an
inward sigh. His ivy green eyes wandering over to Okuro, he could see
the bit
of sorrow there in his friend’s expression that Okuro was trying to
hide with
his hat. “Your mother seems awfully on edge.”

“That’s ma,” Okuro managed to say with a nod.
“After what my
birth father did to her, she cannot handle strangers too well;
especially if
they are male.”

Hearing such a thing pained the heart Kurama
lacked years
ago as he acknowledged his friend’s words with a nod. “I am sorry to
hear that,
Okuro.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Kurama,” Okuro
replied as he
finished his dinner. “You didn’t do anything for her to be this way.”

Kurama wasn’t sure what to say to that as he
finished his
dinner shortly after the mix-breed he continued to keep his eyes on. He
handled
his own plates with Okuro before placing his hand upon his friend’s
shoulder
gently to try and get his attention. “Why don’t you go ahead and get
started on
your science homework next? I will take care of these dishes for you
while you
get prepped for that.”

“Thanks,” Okuro said as he left his dishes in the
sink for
Kurama to take care of if that was his desire. Fixing the hat he had on
his
head, he headed to his bedroom with a simple close of the door to
signify to
Kurama he was out of sight.

Hearing the door close, Kurama quickly dealt with
the plates
and glasses in his hands before hurrying towards the apartment door.
Opening
the door and letting himself out quietly, he turned to the two that
were
waiting just outside of the apartment room door. Looking to Yuske and
Hiei,
Kurama sighed softly with a shake of his head.

“What is it, Kurama?” Yuske asked softly in the
dark
hallways.

“Well, Okuro is a demon,” Kurama answered to the
two waiting
for the fox demon’s return. It was difficult to think on why Okuro was
as he
massaged his forehead with his fingers. “I know he is because—he is my
son.”

Yuske was nearly floored by that response as he
tried to
catch himself from falling over at the impact of that reply.
“You’re—joking,
right, Kurama?”

Hiei said not a thing as he watched Kurama closely
with his
narrow, hard eyes. He knew Kurama would not joke about such a thing.
The halved
fire demon knew a good bit of the redhead’s past but not the fact that
he had a
son.

“The woman that is Okuro’s mother is Nari Kudo…not
just
Miss. Suzuki,” Kurama explained with a sigh of sorrow and
disappointment. “I
promised Okuro I would help him with his homework so I think I can
handle this
from here. Okuro is not a threat. He doesn’t and won’t cause problems.
And if
he does, I can take care of it.” Grabbing back onto the doorknob of the
apartment door, he exhaled through his nostrils with a nod to the two.
“So,
please, let me do this alone…”

Yuske was confused as he watched Kurama disappear
back into
the apartment room, wanting to be alone in this task. Shrugging at Hiei
who was
still there beside him, Yuske thumbed for the door. “What is Kurama
talking
about? Since when did the guy have a son that was older than him?”

Hiei looked up at
Yuske with his hands in his pockets while keeping the same neutral
expression
he mostly held. “You don’t know anything about him, do you, Yuske?” He
wondered
bitterly. “Yoko Kurama was a fox demon who started the Makai revolution
in human
slave trafficking.”

“Why hasn’t Koenma said anything about it to me?”
Yuske
asked as they remained in the hallway. “I am the Spirit Detective,
aren’t I?”

“This is all in Koenma’s hands and not yours,”
Hiei
expressed sternly as he headed on down the stairs to the next floor.
“He is
still trying to take care of it as we speak. As far as Kurama goes,
Nari
Kudo—do you know who she is?”

Yuske shook his head at the fire demon’s question.

“She was Yoko Kurama’s sex slave,” Hiei explained.
“He beat
and raped her for years and even went so far as to make her immortal.
That was
the kind of ruthless demon he used to be and now he has been reduced to
the
caring half human you see now. I was unaware he had a son, though. That
fact
escaped my knowledge.” Bitterness was expressed on every word as Hiei
wished
Kurama had remained the same way he used to be.

Stopping at the bottom step, Yuske looked up at
the top of
the stairs with a shocked frown on his face. He couldn’t believe such a
thing
was going on in Makai. Being the new detective for Koenma, he figured
he would
have been clued into the slave operation still going on. I
can’t believe it, Yuske thought as he continued to eye the door
he could just see at the top of the stairs. That
is hard to believe Kurama would do that…

Eventually the wild detective turned his back upon
the sight
to head on home. Considering all he had been dealt that one night, he
had a lot
to think on. His hands in his pockets Yuske headed down the stair steps
with
Hiei right in front of him.

The clock within Nari’s bedroom continued to tick
tock away
while Kurama remained in the woman’s bed later that night. The sound
catching
his attention seeing as it was getting louder every moment he
concentrated on
it, Kurama looked over at the clock that was resting diagonally against
the
opposite wall upon the writing desk Nari used. He could see that it was
almost
three in the morning from where he was lying upon the bed. The thoughts
wandering through his mind kept him from sleeping as he pulled himself
up from
the covers to sit up in the foreign bed he was upon. His hands covering
his
face, Kurama pulled the white covers from his body to get to his feet
and
tiptoe to the bedroom door so he could peek outside of the room and
into the
hallway.

The apartment was quiet and dark except for the
running TV
that was on the lowest setting possible but not quiet enough for
Kurama’s
hearing. As he headed down the hallway in his bare feet, he made it to
the
living room where Nari was found on the foldout fast asleep. The only
light
within the room was the running television. The flashing pictures on
the
television rolled over the calm expression of the sleeping Nari. Kurama
headed
over towards her steadily so as not to make a sound. The bright light
bounding
off of his figure as soon as he passed within sight of it, his form
changed
into that of the silver fox demon Nari had come to know and fear from
her
past—the very demon that haunted her dreams at night.

Yoko Kurama’s gold eyes watched as Nari shifted
slightly
under the covers that partially covered her body. He looked down at her
baggy,
long-sleeved white t-shirt he could clearly see with her wild, blond
hair
caressing her face as she had her head tilted to the side. His hands
carefully
grabbing onto the blanket she had partially covering her cold form, he
moved it
slightly to cover up the rest of her.

Nari felt the rest of her body being covered from
the chilly
air that engulfed the apartment room. Moving slightly with a moan, she
brought
the pillow underneath her head closer towards her. She didn’t sense the
demon
nearby seeing as she was in such a deep sleep.

Looking down at the sleeping Nari, the fox demon
cautiously
sat down on the side of the sofa so as not to disturb her. As he gazed
down at
her, the images that had lied dormant within his memory since his
rebirth began
to play one by one. The images didn’t faze him, but this time he felt
remorse
for what he had done unlike back in those days where he was numbed to
that
feeling. “I am sorry,” he mumbled with his eyes holding a bit of pain
within
them that Nari never witnessed. “I am sorry you had to suffer as all
the others
did.”

The windows close to the sofa began to rattle
slightly as
the wind howled against them. The silver ears of the fox demon shifted
over to
the sound as he was quick to shift forms from the one he was within to
the
normal, student redhead everyone knew him as. As he headed towards the
windows
that were threatening to blow open, they eventually did so to give way
for the
young messenger girl that often checked on Nari considering her
circumstances.

Botan lowered herself down to the floor, her ore
disappearing as she did so to see Kurama there before her. It came as
no
surprise. She was sent there to speak with the fox demon on Koenma’s
behalf. “Kurama,
what are you doing here!” Botan asked in a high whisper so as not to
startle
the sleeping Nari.

“I am sorry, Botan, but I had to spend my night
here,”
Kurama explained as softly in return. “I didn’t realize all this time
that
Okuro was my Okuro. Why didn’t you
tell me?”

“Dear, this is quite a mess,” Botan thought aloud
as she
looked between the two. “Koenma didn’t want you to know. He feared what
it may
drive Nari and Okuro to do.” The stressed messenger pointed down at
Nari there within
the dark room. “Do you not think she is a big enough train wreck with
all you
put her through in the past as Yoko Kurama? If you were to show up in
that form
before her, no doubt she will suffer a heart attack!” Pointing in the
opposite
direction where Botan knew Okuro was sleeping, she continued. “And what
of your
son? If he knew who you were, I fear him trying to kill you!”

Kurama looked at Nari with a sorrowful frown upon
his face. “I
need to apologize and atone for the sins I have committed against her
and the
boy I refused as my son,” he explained.

“Kurama, we cannot have you do that,” Botan
insisted with a
shake of her head. “There was a reason we changed Nari’s last name and
this was
one of the many.”

Sighing softly, Kurama looked back down at Nari
with a shake
of his head before having the strength to look to Botan. “If you came
here to
speak with her, do as you wish to. I will be down the hall in her
bedroom,” he
whispered before heading towards the hallway once more.

Botan watched carefully as Kurama disappeared into
the
darkness that had shrouded the apartment room before turning to Nari to
shake
her gently awake. “Nari, wake up,” she whispered within the weary
woman’s ear.

Hearing her name called to her, Nari rubbed her
eyes with
her fists before sitting upright on the foldout sofa. “What is it,
Botan? What
are you doing here so late at this hour?” Grabbing onto the remote,
Nari turned
the running television off seeing as she must have passed out when
watching it.

“I am sorry for being so late but I had to speak
with you,”
Botan replied quietly as she sat down close to Nari. “It is about your
current
living situation. I don’t feel it is wise for you to be living where
you
currently are.”

“But, Botan, I cannot just pack up and leave right
now!”
Nari insisted softly with a shake of her messy hair. “I have a decent
job here
and Okuro hasn’t graduated yet. And, dammit, I am going to get that boy
to
graduate before we even consider it.”

Botan was desperate to get Nari to move somewhere
else being
her past was so close with where she was living now. Thinking on the
situation
a bit more, she eventually came upon an idea. “Why don’t you just find
somewhere else to live in Japan? You don’t have to skip country or
anything.
Just move away from here—from this place.”

Nari could tell something was up as she tilted her
head at
the worried Botan. Her knees brought towards her chest with the blanket
draped
over them, she felt the need to ask. “Botan, what is the matter with
you? You
have never demanded I pack up so quickly and leave.”

Knowing she was caught in her own words, Botan
stopped for a
moment as she began to sweat a little with a nervous twitch.
“Well—um—Nari,
just consider it, will you? I really don’t want you to get hurt.”

Nari knew that Botan wouldn’t order her to move
unless it
was for her own good. However, the thought of packing up so quickly
really made
a battle for her. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do seeing as Nari
was fine
with her current living situation. Cupping her forehead in her hand,
she nodded
slightly at Botan who was eager to hear her decision. “Alright, Botan,
I will
consider it. But that doesn’t mean I am going to pack up right away. I
need to
tie up a few things first before even thinking of it.”

Kurama hadn’t headed back to the bedroom he
promised he
would as he listened from the shadows in the hallway. Hearing Botan’s
eagerness
to have Nari and Okuro leave made him a bit nervous and equally
saddened as he
tapped his finger silently in thought upon the wall close by. I have to tell her before she thinks of leaving.
I cannot handle the burdens of what have done in the past towards her
any
longer…

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Nari thought on what Botan had urged late that
night within
the morning hours of the next day. Her cup of coffee she was holding in
her hands
that were slightly covered with her sweater’s sleeves kept her warm
within the
cold apartment room. The air conditioning had been on the fritz once
more and
it was way too cold within the rooms of the apartment. Nari had
complained
about it a few times but every time it got fixed, it was only a matter
of
months before it would choose a time to break once more. Sighing
softly, she
walked over towards the kitchen’s dining room table to think on the
situation
handed to her while she rested her head upon her palm.

I don’t understand why
she would want me to move so quickly, Nari thought as she sipped
her coffee
once more. That makes little sense to me…

As she continued to think on the matter, there
came a knock
at the door that slightly startled her since she wasn’t expecting
anyone that
day. Okuro had gone off to school and so she wasn’t sure who would be
there in
the afternoon hours. Leaving her coffee at the table, she headed to the
door to
see who was there. Her arms buried within her sweater, she was hesitant
to
answer the door as she called to whoever was on the other side. “Who is
there?”

“It’s me, Miss. Suzuki,” Kurama’s voice called
back from the
other side of the door.

Wondering what ‘Shuichi’ was doing at her
apartment room on
a school day, Nari unlocked the door and opened it to reveal the
redhead. “What
is the matter, Shuichi? I thought you were supposed to be in school.”

“I have to speak with you, Miss. Suzuki,” Kurama
insisted
softly from where he stood. “If I don’t get this off my chest now, I
will
regret it forever.”

Nari wasn’t sure what was on his mind but she
eventually
allowed way for him to come inside of her small home. She watched
closely as Kurama
entered before bothering to shut the door behind her. Nari kept herself
warm
within her sweater as she headed back over to the chair she was
previously
sitting within to enjoy her coffee. “Please, have a seat,” Nari
insisted as she
pointed across the table from where she was.

Kurama did so with a nod but not without noticing
the chill
within the place.

“I apologize for the cold,” Nari responded when
she noticed
his discomfort. “The air conditioning and the heat is acting weird as
always.
It’s nothing new around here.” Bringing the rim of her coffee cup to
her lips
once more, she shrugged at the appearance of Kurama. “So why did you
skip
school to come here to me? What is the matter? Does it have anything to
do with
that wild son of mine?”

Kurama shifted slightly within the chair he took
as a seat. “Yes
and no,” he answered as he intertwined his fingers there upon the
table. “I
came to talk to you about what happened to you…fifteen years ago.”

Having to hear such a thing made the nervous smile
turn into
a nervous frown as she tried to laugh off the thought with a shake of
her head.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shuichi. Why does my past
bother
you?”

“It bothers me because I do believe your past…is
my past
too,” Kurama answered vaguely. “And first of all, my mother and
classmates call
me Shuichi but Spirit World and Makai call me Kurama.”

The name ‘Kurama’ made Nari’s heart nearly stop as
she
backed out of her chair, prompting it to fall over and roll upon the
floor.
‘Yoko Kurama’ began to bang loudly within her mind and make her become
short of
breath at the loudening words that made her heart pound. Regardless of
the
redhead trying to tell her to calm down, she cared not to as Nari
attempted to
make a mad dash for her bedroom.

“Stay away from me!” She ordered frantically as
she tried to
run down the hallway.

As Nari was desperately trying to make it down the
hallway
to her bedroom, the walls began to swerve and twist around her, making
her
terribly dizzy and sick. Her palms banging upon the wall desperately to
stay
anchored Nari eventually lost her footing and fell upon the floor
beneath her.
The fear she hadn’t felt in some time overwhelmed her body and she
passed out
there upon the floor not wishing it to be true.

Kurama quickly ran over to Nari’s body to pick her
up in his
arms with a sigh of disappointment. “That went well.”
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