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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: I know it�s taken me over a month to update this story, and I�m so sorry. I�m a bad authoress, smack me on the wrist. This story does take me longer as a general rule, but I�ll try to be much faster than that from now on. Don�t give up on me, yet.

.Chapter 5: The Gang

Kurama walks up to the front door of a house you don�t recognize, and lets himself in without knocking. There are voices coming from the next room, and Kurama follows them. His eyes scan the room, taking in everything much more quickly than you, and it�s all you can do not to jerk his eyes back to focus on the people whom you can only take in, in glances.

Kurama�s eyes come to rest first on a grumpy looking boy, about his age, with slicked back hair�like the gangster�s on T.V.�and a firm frown clenching through his jaws. "Hey Kurama," he mutters. "Guess Pacifier Breath told you about our new assignment."

Kurama nods. "He asked me to see if you required any assistance," Kurama said smoothly.

"Yeah well, if he doesn�t let up on all this Spirit Crime shit once and a while I�m gonna let him know where he can shove that pacifier." The boy sighs, and leans back on his elbows. His face looks strangely pained and serious for just a moment before he catches Kurama looking. "Gimme a break. This whole job sucks," he groused, and looked the other way.

�That is Yusuke,� Kurama thinks to you.

�Ah,� you think dumbly back. Where have you heard his voice before?

"Aw you�re just angry �cuz Keiko�s gonna yell at you for missing more school," a thicker, deeper voice jeered. Kurama�s eyes switched their target to a taller, but no less rough-looking, though perhaps a bit more beat-up seeming than Yusuke. His wild orange hair curled out over his forehead in a style you hadn�t seen except in old 50�s movies, but it suited him.

"Shut up Kuwabara!" growled Yusuke, casting a heated glare his way.

"Make me!"

"I�ll pound your face into the pavement!"

Kurama�s amusement tickled through you, and his lips twitched up slightly. �They never cease at this,� he explains.

"Shut up, both of you idiots," came a darker voice from slightly behind you. It startled you when Kurama�s head swiveled around and his eyes lit on the small dark figure in the corner. You�d never even noticed him in the quick-scan of the room, but judging by Kurama�s lack of surprise, he had.

Kuwabara made a flicking gesture with his hand as if to brush off the dark man�s comment. "Aw shaddap, shrimp."

The dark man�s eyes flashed angrily, a bright crimson, before cutting to Kurama. "You have no idea how hard it�s been, not killing them."

"No, I suppose I don�t." �That is Hiei. Try to stay hidden as best as you can in his presence. If anyone will notice you, it would be him.�

�Why? Is he sort of a demon too?�

Kurama chuckles inwardly. �Actually ______(your name), he�s the real thing.�

This is the part where your insides, had you had any of your own, would have grown cold. As it is, your metaphysical self shivers slightly, and though you feel Kurama�s surprise, it�s broken until you force your nerves to calm, and by then it is gone.

Hiei narrows his eyes at Kurama. "What�s the matter with you, fox?"

Without missing a beat, Kurama replies, "I was testing a new serum I�ve been developing in my greenhouse to decrease healing time. It works, but there are the occasional side affects, like shivering." It�s then you realize that your little reaction, wasn�t completely metaphysical.

The demon nods, and turns to face the rest of the group. "This is all so pointless."

"Don�t worry Hiei. I�m sure we�ll find something for you to kill sooner rather than later."

"Hn," he snorted darkly, and said nothing more.

"So what�re we all waitin� around here for?" demands Kuwabara. "Let�s get going!"

"Pipe down," gripes Yusuke, tugging impatiently at the fibers of the carpet. "We�re waiting for Botan to get here. She�s supposed to have a list of places we can start looking."

As the minutes tick by, the tension in the room grows steadily. No one likes having an assignment, and no way of completing it. Worst of all, you are reading clearly from Kurama that someone�though you couldn�t tell exactly who�is in danger.

�Who�s Botan?� you ask somewhat nervously. �Is she a demon too?�

�No, she�s a ferry-woman. She takes dead souls into Spirit World.�

�Dead souls like me, right?�

�Generally, yes. However, you�re obviously an exception.�

You want to discuss the matter more, especially this �exception� business, and why this Koenma hasn�t sent you on himself, but just then a loud smack resounds from the next room as the front door is slammed inward. Kurama steps deftly to the side, and out of the way of the entrance, not moments before a woman bounds blindly into the room. She is wearing jeans and a pink sweatshirt that says �I brought back Elvis!� But the most amazing thing, not to say it is impossible, is the color of her hair. Pastel-but-high-energy-blue-hair, right out of a spring fabric catalogue, and bouncing blithely in a high ponytail atop her head.

�Wow.�

�I know,� Kurama agrees. �But she is very helpful.�

There�s an emotion to his thoughts you�re not quite sure you can identify, but nonetheless its something to ponder.

"Sorry I�m late guys," she laughs, scratching the back of her head. "Some new information came in just as I was about to leave."

"What new info?" demands Yusuke. There�s a slight, irate tick in his jaw, and you�re beginning to think this whole thing is a lot more personal to him than Kurama. Of course, it automatically endears him to you. It�s personal for you too.

�You seem anxious. Try to calm down. We�re going to begin our hunt now, and your emotions are so extreme that they are wrestling for control. I need my control, right now.�

His control? You aren�t trying to take control. That thing with the shivering had been an accident, you didn�t even think it would show on the outside. When you relay this thought to Kurama he metaphysically stiffens.

�Please, just try to control them.�

You�re about to blurt out another round of excuses, but a sudden burst of clear thought slips through: �little brother� and your thoughts skid to a halt. Kurama has a little brother? The thought is almost too alien for you to grasp, and you�re not sure why. Then it hits you. In all the time you�ve been conscious with Kurama, not once have you stumbled across any little brothers. Perhaps Kurama�s missing sibling has something to do with all of this as well. You�d ask, but Kurama doesn�t seem particularly in the mood to talk about it.

In fact, he seems particularly glum. You wonder if it shows at all on the outside, and if he�s maybe thinking about his younger brother, missing him like you miss yours. That�s it, you�ve made up your mind, you�re going to cheer him up. Nothing used to cheer you up when you were with your friends more than checking out guys in that half serious sleazy sort of way that would have you laughing out loud before long. And nothing was more amusing than shouting out catcalls as you passed a construction site, or a garage. Call it, turning the tables, if you will.

�Kurama?�

�Yes?�

�Are you checking out Botan�s ass?�

�What?!?!� His shock send a jolt of electricity racing through you.

�Wow, never thought I�d get that sort of reaction.�

He is silent for a moment before asking, �I assume then, that you were joking?�

You assent to this fact, and then pause to consider your next question. �Are you uncomfortable around girls?�

�Not exactly,� he replies after a lengthy wait. �But I often find myself overrun by them.�

�Let me guess, and you don�t know why?�

Botan and the others are already out the door, with You/Kurama and the demon Hiei following at a leisurely pace behind. Hiei�s eyes flicker over Kurama�s face often enough that you recede a little bit, and give up sight. He did warn you after all.

�No, I know exactly why. It�s because of the way I look, and because of my academic success.� There�s no conceit to his response; it�s simply a fact to him. You�re not sure what to make of it, especially since the answer itself is self-glorifying. Still, you can�t decide whether he agrees with their opinions of him or not. He might just be regurgitating what he�s heard from others, and that would be how he knew, but somehow that doesn�t ring true.

On the outside you can feel his body moving forward, they�re probably headed to the first place on Botan�s list. But hadn�t she said something about new info? You�d been too distracted to pay much attention. You decide to ask later, when you could move more freely without fear of giving yourself away. Right now you decide to settle for idle chat, and the question that�s been waiting to surface bubbles up from you.

�Alright, so the ladies like you �cuz you�re the brainy beautiful type. But what about you, Kurama? What do you look for in a girl. Supermodels? Actresses?�

Kurama�s mental laughter feels like being submerged in carbonated water, tingling and cool. �Actually, I�d prefer a woman who can be both physically and intellectually stimulating. More concerning the intellectual aspect, of course.�

�Well I�m stimulating your intellect right now. See? I can feel your neurons firing. Intellect.�

�That�s not exactly what I mean.�

�But it is true.�

�Well�yes.� He doesn�t sound nearly as amused as you are.

�At least I didn�t choose to address your physical stimulation.�

For several beats there is no response. But just as you begin to fear you�ve made him angry, he says, �Thank you for that. I doubt our present company would have enjoyed bearing witness to that display.�

Your own mental laughter feels even better than Kurama�s did, like slipping out of some heavy jacket you�ve been wearing, and feeling the cool breeze against your skin.

�It�s good to hear you laughing,� Kurama asserts gently. �I believe this is the first time.�

Of course it is. You�ve haven�t laughed this way since that night at the IHOP with your friends. You steer your thoughts away from that night before the memories can surface. Let this moment last, let this happiness seep into you for just a little bit longer. You don�t want to feel horror anymore, even if it�s only possible for a few moments. You want to smile, even if the lips aren�t your own.

"You�re particularly introspective today, fox," Hiei says, quietly enough that the others do not hear. "What are you hiding today?"

"Little more than usual," Kurama informs him. "But I wonder, this place we�re going to, Nihilism, doesn�t that sound familiar?"

Hiei nods. "It�s an underground demon club. That idiot Kuwabara will never pass, you know."

"Nor Botan," Kurama agrees. "But I suppose it will be interesting. At least we�re not trying to take them into the Obsidian Spot."

Hiei smirks as a wistful sort of look passes over his face. "Perhaps I should pay that place a visit anyway. It�s been a long time since I�ve been around normal demons." His eyes cut to Kurama. He didn�t say anything more on the subject, but the implied �present company excluded� was there in his eyes.

You listen, without sight, to this exchange, and wonder what you�re going to do once you reach the club. You don�t have to wait long, however, for the thick thumping thud of the base to roll through you, and you hear a bouncers contesting entrance.

"You three can go through, but not you two." You can only assume, without sight, that he means Kuwabara and Botan, and though you grow restless to see, you hold yourself very still.

"Look, we�re all going in there, so I�d step aside if I were you." It takes you a moment to recognize, but then memory clicks. Yusuke�but something else clicks in too. That night, the night you died, his voice, the blue light. He was the one who tried to save you. These people, they were all there the night you died, they watched you, and someone held you, and then you latched onto Kurama�s body. But why his? Yusuke had been closer, hadn�t he?

It just didn�t make sense.

The sounds of a scuffle bring you back to yourself, grunts of pain and exertion followed by the skid of sneakers on the pavement. Kurama isn�t moving, and you wonder who is doing the fighting.

�Stay put,� Kurama commands, and you realize without meaning to you�ve started slipping back into his skin. It�s hard, but you force yourself back. �If I have to fight, you could distract me,� he explains. You realize he�s vibrating with tension, ready to thrust himself into the action if needed.

�Who are you guys?� you ask, without even meaning to.

�We�re the ones trying to save your little brother, and that�s all you need to know.�

Save your little brother? Panic claws at you. Save him from what?

�As far as everyone knows, ________(your name), you�re dead. That means your brother is the only one left.�

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~Next time on OBTM: Nihilism is a pretty hip club, from what you can hear. But what happens when a fight breaks out, and Kurama takes a hit?
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