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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: Whew�so I have for you a new chapter (obviously). Be excited, you know you want to! ^_^ I�m sorry it takes so long�crazy college taking up all my time v.v;; Anywhoo, *cuddles* ENJOY!

.Chapter 4: The Meeting!

You lie awake, listening to the near-electric buzz of Kurama�s brain, now hazy with dreams. You cannot rest, not when you�ve been hidden for so long, yet you managed to defy the temptation to open Kurama�s eyes, no matter how much the darkness pains you now. You wonder what he�s dreaming about, as the patterns of his mind fluctuate, ranging all over from gentle to intense, but you don�t dare try to peek. You are almost positive that Kurama would prefer you gone, and while you�ve formed no real attachment to him, he is all you know, and the thought of being such a burden to anyone has got you down.

You ponder this Kurama fellow, and the questions he�s raised within you. He�s something like a demon, but not, and both intelligent and tolerant. Especially considering the circumstances. What you don�t know about him�well that could fill an encyclopedia. You know it�s a little odd, but you find you generally like Kurama, knowing as little as you do, and you sincerely hope that this Koenma person he mentioned will be of some help to you.

You�re going to see him tomorrow. The thought sends a slight jolt of anxiety through you. What if he can�t help, or won�t? What if he�s angry with you for what you�ve done? Heck, you�re not even sure how exactly you�ve done it.

Shaking these thoughts from yourself you relax again into less troublesome things. You try to remember something good of your mortal life, something that doesn�t involve blood, death, or pain. A story flickers to life, one she used to tell you just before going to bed when you were a very little girl. It brings on the beginnings of nostalgic warmth.

�Still awake?� Kurama�s thoughts whisper to you. You hadn�t even felt him wake.

�Yes. I don�t feel much like sleeping.�

�Nightmares?�

�Maybe,� you think bitterly.

�Just now, you seemed happy. What were you thinking?�

�Just this old fable my mother would tell me.�

�Would you tell it to me?�

It strikes you as odd that he should ask, but you agree to tell him thinking the telling of it might help you remember, might help you feel some distant echo of joy.

�It�s called the story of the Fox and the Crow.�

�Aesop,� he adds thoughtfully. �Go on.�

�A crow sat up in a tree, holding a piece of delicious meet between in her beak. A fox, passing by, caught sight of the crow and wanted the meat for himself. He devised a plan, and sat down below and said to the crow, calling up to her, "How beautiful you are, lady crow. Surely the most beautiful of all the birds." The crow, hearing this, could not help but preen a little, showing off her sleek black feathers for the fox. Then the fox said, "Surely a bird so beautiful as you would have a delicate voice to match. A voice befitting the Queen of birds." Thinking this a fine praise, and wanting to show off a little more, the crow let out a caw of song, dropping the meat. Laughing, the fox quickly devoured it and said, "A fine voice indeed, but your wit leaves much to be desired." The moral of course, is not to be a fool for idle flattery.�

�Very nicely re-told.�

�Thanks��

�What made you think of that particular story?�

�You know�I don�t know.�

*~*~*~*

It�s morning, and an unforeseen issue has arisen. Kurama needs to take a shower, and here you are, a young lady, inside of him�it�s just plain awkward. The only conclusion that can be reached, is that you should recede into your tiny ball-like state and wait until he is finished. This, of course, is your idea, as Kurama seems rather amused and nonplussed with the whole ordeal. You simply can�t help being a bit of a prude.

Even from within the hidey-hole you�ve created inside of him, you can distantly feel the sudden burst of water against his skin. It feels warm and refreshing, and you can almost remember the way it once felt when you had your own body to enjoy it. The delicious beating against your skin that left it flushed and you content. A craving begins in you to really feel it, like maybe the sensation of water sliding over skin could wash away some of your emotional �dirt� as it were.

Trying your best to stretch yourself only so far as sensation will allow, you slip part way back into his skin. Sensation rushes over you in the form of sweet hot liquid. You relax into it, letting the feeling fill you up with an echo of peace, something distant and half-heard, but there none-the-less, which is better than the alternative.

Kurama shifts about a little, you can feel, making sure to thoroughly wet his hair before lathering in the shampoo. His hair is so long that the motion is a familiar one, as his strong hands massage the sudsy stuff into his scalp. It�s almost like being at the beauty parlor. You�ve always loved having your hair washed. It�s like a mini-massage for your head. Had you been in more control of the body, you would have sighed.

Kurama slips back under the water, grabbing his washcloth and bar of soap as he lets the water rinse through those ruby locks. It makes you want to giggle as you feel every nuance of the suds slipping along the planes of your chest, stomach, hips, oh! Now that certainly is something different. Trying to contain the tumbling of thoughts going through you so they will not leak to Kurama, you focus even more attention on his sensations.

He is rolling the soap within the washcloth, as the slickness of it grows against his palms, until it�s well and fully lathered. Then he steps from under the flow of water once more, and begins scrubbing with meticulous slowness at his skin. There�s something strange, and uniquely erotic about being inside him in that moment, as the washcloth makes steady circles over his chest, and the firm expanse of his stomach, lower until he wraps it gently around the still soft length of him. A strange sensation jerks through you then, the sharpest, briefest, stab of arousal, leaving him slightly swollen after only one stroke, before he moves on.

Deciding you�ve probably experienced quite enough for one shower, you recoil yourself entirely, and wait. This feeling is strange, the way your heart seems to pound inside your chest, when you have neither a heart, nor a chest at all.

*~*~*~*

Kurama says nothing about the shower experience, so it seems safe to say he paid no attention to your movement within him. Currently, the two (figuratively) of you are inside of some office, waiting outside the largest set of double doors you�ve ever come across, waiting to be let in. Inside is Kurama�s �friend� Koenma, and hopefully some sort of solution to this mess you�ve gotten yourself in.

While you�re waiting you wonder if he will send you on into the next world, where the spirits go. Will you finally have to be well and truly dead? You should go, after all its what proper spirits do, and you are a proper spirit after all. And won�t your parents be waiting for you�somewhere? Still, the idea leaves a hollow fear inside of you, and your thoughts seems to always refocus on your little brother. You don�t even know how he�s doing right now.

�If only I knew,� you think, �I could pass on in peace.�

�Thinking of your brother?� Kurama interjects.

Metaphysically you feel as if you blush, then you say nothing more to the matter.

Just then, the doors open, and a blue ogre, wearing nothing but a leopard print loincloth, steps out into the hall. "Koenma-sama is ready to see you now."

"Thank you," Kurama says, rising smoothly to his feet, and slipping inside the door.

The first thing you see is the large monitor across the way, turned off for now, and the giant desk to your right. Kurama takes a seat in one of the small, but comfortable chairs facing the desk, crosses one leg over the other and simply waits. You don�t see anyone, just several stacks of papers, obscuring your view just slightly. The blue ogre scrambles back in, and begins shuffling thing about, until there is a small gap, just large enough for you to see that the chair is unoccupied�wait! You look closer and see a little toddler, pacifier in mouth, watching your and Kurama with what you think might be a considering gaze,

"Is she listening in there, Kurama?" the toddler asks. The whole thing might have been more startling�if you weren�t trapped in someone else�s body. It sort of put things into perspective.

"Yes."

The toddler shook his head, "Well Miss __________(your name), I have some bad news for you. Your body, was cremated today, we had no change of retrieving it for you."

�Retrieving it?�

�Listen. He�ll explain.�

"It would have been much simpler to restore you if we�d been able to save it. Still, with that group of demons on the loose, we are going to need you to stay put." You can feel the shock roll through Kurama and crash into you like a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. It amazes you that he is able to keep such a composed front, while the toddler droned on. "I know this will be difficult as I�m sure you want to pass on, and Kurama would like to have his body to himself again, however your cooperation on this is of the utmost importance. You are bound to that house, __________(your name) and the spells on it. If we want to catch these demons, we�ll need your help."

Koenma stops speaking and watches solemnly as if trying to read your features. You sure hope Kurama�s still in control, because if you were, his face would be a amsk of the horror and shock you felt. He needs you to help them catch the demons who killed you? Was he crazy? The thought alone sends a spike of panic into your very core. Kurama notices, and sends some of his calm into you, smoothing your building fear, and chasing away the memories before they can surface.

�It�s okay,� he tells you, �I�m right here.�

Warmth steals over you, and you don�t know where it comes from, but its pleasant. �Thank you,� you respond.

"Fascinating," the toddler chirps after a moment. "I believe I just watched every emotion in the spectrum play across your face, Kurama." The significance of that isn�t lost on you.

"How soon should we begin looking for these demons?"

Koenma sighs. "I�ve already sent a tape, via Hiei, to Yusuke and Kuwabara. I left out the specifics of your circumstances, I trust you can keep a secret." At that he allowed a low snicker.

�Who are they?�

�Later.�

"Once the demons are apprehended, we�ll address the issue of passing over, or a body, for you __________(your name). Is there anything else?"

�May I speak with him?� you please silently in Kurama�s mind.

He doesn�t respond, but withdraws completely, so that you feel almost alone in his skin. It takes you a moment to get the hang of it, this body feels so different from your own, but at last you manage to ask, "Where is my brother?"

Koenma studies you a moment before gesturing to the screen behind you. You turn just as it fizzles into life, and see your brother, sitting on the floor of your Grandmother�s house, a box full of crayons spilled to his side. The view changes slightly, zooming in on the picture.

A low whimper escapes you.

He�s drawing your family.

Grandmother walks in just then, and he jumps up to show her. "Look, Grandma! It�s Mom and Dad and Sis and me."

"Very good," she commends him. "Shall I put it up on the fridge?" When she�s taken the picture out of the room, your brother looks down at the crayons on the floor, eyes glazed with unshed tears. The sight of it alone breaks your heart, and you promise yourself you�ll cooperate with whatever Koenma asks of you.

Your brother wipes at his eyes to clear the tears before they can fall. He doesn�t even make a sound. "Brave little brother," you sigh, drying Kurama�s face, and relinquishing it back to him. You�ve seen more than enough. The screen clicks off as Kurama seizes control once more.

"I�ll go meet with Yusuke and the others. They should have seen your video by now."

Koenma nods, and turns his attention to the piles and piles of paperwork before him.

*~*~*~*

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