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A Little Laughter	By : UKImouto Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 2397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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WOW! O__O I feel so loved!
I have ten reviews! *<^_^>* Yay! In public answer to Shihiko-san, I have
thoroughly researched what I�m doing here with this girl. Although, I forgot to
look up the Japanese laws pertaining to mental illnesses� At any rate, in the
U.S., one can only be institutionalized if you are a danger to self or others.

You�ll prolly find this
out later, but Kamiya-san is part of a group of psychologists that believe the
medications and institutionalization should be used as a last resort. And since
Rei-san is not hurting herself unless she does something wrong (and usually the
demons are careful not to let is show in places that can be detected), and she
doesn�t seem to be a danger to others,
she�s able to stay in school and out of a hospital.

The kind of schizophrenia
Rei-san has is called �paranoid schizophrenia�, and if you look up on
BehaveNet.Com under the capsules, you�ll find that she fits the bill pretty
well. And as I told Shihiko-san, I�m not telling if she has schizophrenia or
not or whether the demons are real, or not. =P Have to find out later on for
yourselves!!! LOL ^_^

Thanks much to
Natsumi-chan, whom I�ve also added to my ever-growing list of internet chat
buddies. Thank you also to Lonely Lust (and the truth lies deeply entrenched, indeed.
^_^ ), Helena_Ayanami (she�s my friend who intro�ed me to MCR. ^_^ YAY!), and
Esmee-chan again! Also to my lady Rain, who was so kind to point out all my
undoings.

LOL, I usually forget all
about my main character when I�m writing because I�m soooo focused on how
others interpret her and react to her first and foremost. Which sounds strange because
she�s in first-person POV. O.o�The dragon sequence was actually meant to be
vague. This is mostly because when it�s not dealing with a �real� demon (or the
demons just wanna torment her), it�s vague to Rei-san, too. In fact, about the
only thing that entire dream focused on was the stirring of the pot and the
fact that she was too small and helpless. And then that once she had the power
to do something, she had gone about it the wrong way and ended up the same as
the demon had.

And those author�s notes
are too long, so on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don�t own Yu
Yu Hakusho, Blanket of Fear (by Papa
Roach), or I�m Not Okay (I Promise) (by
My Chemical Romance). I do own the majority of the ideas presented here, as I�m
using a very odd combination of my own demons and YYH�s demons. So no stealing
without asking first.

Chapter 5: New Demons on
the Block

Genkai turned out to be a
little old lady, quite fragile-looking, but with a strength in her eyes that I
couldn�t quite understand. She seemed like a combination between amused and
grumpy�I wasn�t entirely sure I liked her. She was the same height as I was,
and that unnerved me even more. The black-haired boy with the red eyes like
Karasu�s was taller than either of us. He unnerved me, too. It was like
everything he said was one big secret�because I could tell he was talking,
though not aloud.
The moment she saw me,
though, I could tell that this had been a wasted trip. She took Shuichi aside
and I heard snippets of the conversation. ��spirit�need�home��
I sighed when Shuichi came
back over. �Don�t waste your breath. I already know she can�t help me.�
He smiled apologetically.
�I�m sorry, Galis-san, she said��
�She wouldn�t have drawn
you aside if it hadn�t been a secret,� I said. I half-smiled, knowing it
probably looked half-assed anyway. �I understand. I suppose I will see you in
the morning, Minamino-san.�
He glanced over his
shoulder at Genkai, and then at Keiko. �Tell Yusuke I�m sorry, will you please,
Keiko?�
�All right�See you later,
then,� she smiled happily.
�I�ll ride the bus with
you home,� he said, offering his hand. �Yusuke will understand.�
I ignored his hand as
politely as I could�I wouldn�t touch anyone without my demon�s permission. If
Dirken found out I�d come to this place, where a half fire, half something else
demon dwelled, he�d be furious. He�d be more than furious. I was willing to guess
that if I accepted their help much farther, I could expect to see their slow,
painful deaths for many nights to come. Whether or not it would really happen,
though, was yet to be seen.
�Galis-san?�
I shook my head from my
thoughts. �Sorry, but�I think it would be safer if you just stayed here,
Minamino-san.�
Shuichi was polite enough
as a person to just accept my hidden request. He nodded, though I could see it
was against his better judgment. I was strangely devoid of anger, as I�d been
earlier. It was as if we were both saying in our minds, albeit reluctantly,
that this wasn�t the last time I�d be here.
I bowed politely to Keiko,
Genkai, and the strange three-eyed boy, and hurried toward the double doors. My
shoes sat like harmless little bunnies side by side. You could really tell that
there were some things that Shuichi and I had in common. Right beside my shoes
were his, also sitting neatly and bunny-like. Beside them were Keiko�s, not
quite as neat, but still harmless. I noticed with a spark of surprise that the
three-eyed boy, Hiei, had not removed his shoes at all.
Three other pairs of shoes
sat in the entrance hall, one I knew was Genkai�s. They looked barely touched,
almost new. The other two were worn out and thrown carelessly there, mixed among
themselves. I chuckled softly. So, Urameshi and Kuwabara, the boys Keiko had
told me about, were already here somewhere. Maybe they had heard I was coming
and decided to hide.
It wouldn�t be the first
time.
I slipped my shoes on
carefully and placed my earphones on, ready to face the crowded bus and ignore
whoever sat beside me this time.

I believe it�s time
For a rude awakening
So hold on to your dreams
Because your nightmares
Might seem like they�re your reality
Hold on to your dreams
Because your nightmares
Might seem like they�re your reality
I believe
The only thing we have to fear is
Fear itself
And the man behind the curtain
I heard him say
Dreamers have become an
Endangered species�

I glanced at my backpack,
where my earphones were coming from, to see why the music had stopped. A hand
was holding the wire. I followed the hand to a green uniformed shoulder, and
then up to a cocky pair of brown eyes.
�I would appreciate it if
you would warn a person before unpluggin� her,� I said, taking the earphone
wire from him. �Who are you?�
�I could ask you the same
question,� he said, glaring at me suspiciously.
�If I wasn�t welcome, I
wouldn�t be here,� I said, descending a few steps. �And now I�m no longer
welcome, so I am leaving. Is that a problem?�
�Urameshi, let her go!
She�s just a girl, what�s your problem, man?�
I scowled, turning my gaze
to the boy who�d spoken. He was tall�too tall to be all Japanese. The orange
hair on his head flopped like a lazy kitten over his forehead. For a moment, I
was reminded of a mangy street cat searching through trash bins for a few fish
bones.
�She�s got demon written
all over her, I can�t��
�I�m not the demon, the voices in my head are!� I
shouted, shoving him back. �Now, if you don�t mind, sir, I would like to leave
before that damned redhead gets it in that red head to follow me fuckin� home
again!�
The boy who reminded me of
an alley cat blinked, his eyes too small to really be able to tell if he was
surprised or not. It came out in his voice. �Red head? You mean Kurama?�
I threw my hands up in the
air. �NO! Just�will you all leave me the fuck alone?! I�m just a crazy bitch
who took the wrong stop!�

And with that proclamation, I descended the remainder of the steps, ignoring
the shouts from Urameshi and the cat boy. I replugged my CD player in and
sighed when I couldn�t find the right CD for my mood. So I press the �shuffle�
button and curled up in the seat on the bus�next to a fat man with a little tea
cozy hat.

Well if you wanted honesty
That�s all you had to say
I never want to let you down
Or have you go
It�s better off this way
For all the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
Remember when you
Broke your foot from
Jumping out the second story
I�m not okay
I�m not okay
I�m not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that
It�s not the life it seems
I�ve told you time and time again
You say the words
�
I�m not okay�
I�m not okay�
~Ugh. Kitten, please, will you turn that off?~
~*~Why? I like it.~*~

~I don�t.~
#~Rei, sweetie,
Jirkle�s right. You�re giving yourself a headache.~#
~Not to mention me�~
#~Shut up, Jirkle, you
know that you can take a little noise.~#
I sighed and complied with
Jirkle�s demand and Morana�s gentle request. Morana only came out when she
wanted to. She rarely spoke with me in the daylight hours. She was a vampire
demon, a very sexy, beautiful woman with black eyes and a sweet, gentle,
motherly smile. She reminded me of my mom, when the dreams first began.
Sometimes she left my body to feed at night. But usually, she was there to lick
my wounds when someone�usually Dirken or Karasu�went too far.
It was Morana who
introduced me to the delectable copper-strawberry taste of pure human blood.
Demon�s blood was bitter and tart, and dragon�s blood was so sweet, it was hard
to drink more than a drop. But human blood�especially one�s own�was sweet with
a twang, just enough to make you crave more, knowing all the while that it was,
in some way, wrong to crave it.
And the danger of
wrongness clung to you like a small child to its parent. Ignoring the tea
cozied man beside me, I licked gently, sensuously at the curve on the underside
of my wrist. Jirkle groaned in my mind.
~Kitten, I suggest you
stop unless you want�~
~*~Jirkle, I suggest you shut up.~*~
Morana sighed and took momentary
control of my eyes to glance out the window. Through my eyes, I saw a park full
of small children go by. #~I heard about this Minamino person from Karasu,
young Rei.~#
~*~Yes�?~*~
#~I went straight to
Dirken. He said he will come to discuss it with you, tonight.~#
My heart stopped and I
regained control of my eyes to glare at the seat in front of me, at the clean
green seat. No black marks here. I could see them, faintly, beneath the coat of
paint they�d put over the seat.
~*~Dirken is coming to see
me tonight.~*~

#~I know your feelings for him, Rei, but you cannot keep running from him.~#
~*~You can�t possibly know
what it�s like to have someone so evil in you, around you, on you. Dirken is
like evil itself, with a death print in pink.~*~
~Rei, you know we would
protect you from him if we could, but the fact of the matter is that he is your
protection from other demons and evils as well.~
~*~If that�s so, then I
choose the lesser of the two evils and have the many evil instead of the
one.~*~
Morana chuckled. #~Just
be happy he doesn�t come around often, Rei. Just be content with that, and we
will do the rest.~#
I sighed and stared out
the window as the fat man in the tea cozy hat finally stood up. My stop was
next. I wondered vaguely if my mother would be worried about me. I doubted it.
She had probably called Kamiya-san the moment I hadn�t come home. He had
probably told her, all excited, that I was going to a friend�s house.
And everyone said I was delusional.
The bus roared away as
soon as I stepped off. My house stood out against the sun set, a brilliant
orangey-red in the fading light. It was usually light lavender. My mother�s
favorite color, of course. My house, I vowed often, would be red. Bright red.
As red as a Fire Brigade uniform. Redder than Karasu�s eyes and redder than
Shuichi�s hair. As I walked down the short few blocks to my house, however, a
vacant lot caught my eye. It was actually a lot of reasons why it did.
I had never gotten off the
bus coming from the outer city, which had a different place to stop for my
station. I rarely came down this way, though I knew it. The lot must have been
recent, because there were still several bulldozers around. There weren�t very
many vacant lots in Tokyo, people were always just building the skyscrapers
higher. I had no doubt that this was going to be yet another apartment complex
when things got finished. I walked over what was left of a white fence and
started traversing the outer edges.
~There�s something
here, Kitten�~
#~So, you feel it, too,
Jirkle.~#
�What is it?� I asked
aloud, searching with my eyes. I could see little blips of blue and white
amidst the rubble. �Oh. Ghosts.�
I�d seen plenty of ghosts
in my time. I knew that they were usually pretty good about choosing where
they�d haunt the rest of their afterlife, however long it lasted before they
were caught by some otherworldly being that took them away. These were no
different than most of the ones I�d met. They were pale blue or white, and they
looked lost. They had just lost their home�it wasn�t such a big surprise.
~Not just the ghosts.
There�s a demon here.~
I yelped aloud and
searched for the demon. I should have seen a demon instantly, there was no way
I hadn�t seen one if there was one here!
~He�s trapped�in
something. We should help him.~
#~What if he�s
hostile?!~# Morana protested.
I could almost see
Jirkle�s clueless shrug.
�Where is he?� I asked.
Both demons remained
silent. I sighed. Jirkle just didn�t want Morana�s wrath and Morana was being
overly cautious. They both protested loudly to my thoughts as I looked for
something, anything that a demon might have anchored himself into. If he was
bound to an object, he was bodiless, just like the demons who took residence in
my mind. They weren�t necessarily dead. They just didn�t have bodies to truly
bind to, or, as in the twins� case, didn�t want to find a body to bind to.
The only reason that
Jirkle, Morana, and Mishu remained with me was because their bodies were still
alive, somewhere. Otherwise, they could just be reborn. The cats could do it at
any time�they just didn�t want to.
I spied a glint of red in
the green of the grass, and made my way to it. It looked nothing more than a
bit of red glass from that distance, but as I made my way closer, I found it to
be round, like a gem. I clutched Michael�s pendant, a blue one, closer to my
chest, as though it would protect me.
I bent to one knee beside
the red stone. It was a pendant, set in silver, just like Michael�s was. The
chain was sadly broken, fine silver tarnished. But the red pendant, glinting
all the brighter in the setting sun, was set in polished silver. I puzzled over
that for only a moment before picking it up.
^_~Well, hello, little one. How do you do?~_^
I blinked in surprise.
~*~Um�hi. Who�re you?~*~
^_~Let�s play a little game called �guess my name�, little
flower. Until then, you may call me Okuro.~_^
I stared at the stone for
a moment before smiling. �A-All right�Okuro. Um�I�d like you to meet my other
demons, Jirkle and Morana.�
~A pleasure, I hope.~
#~Welcome to the
family, I suppose.~#
^_~Thank you both,
I had no idea I would be picked up by a human who already had demon hosts. It�s
a fine surprise. Even more fine is the
lady herself!~_^
I blinked. �Um�I hope
you�re talkin� about Morana there��
^_~Now, now, young
Hi-chan, you are quite the lovely lady.~_^

I chuckled darkly as I made my way out of the
vacant lot with my �prize�. The streets were lit by moonlight now. The houses
and apartments along the way were already turning their porch lights on when I
opened my own front door. It was never locked, so I never had any reason to
look for the keys Mom had given me.
�Rei Thea Galis!�
I cringed at the sound, my
mother�s screeching voice hurting my ears�and everyone else�s. Damn demon
hearing.
�As much as I love the fact
that you�ve made a new friend, I would have at least expected you to call from
Dr. Kamiya�s office to let me know!� She ranted.
My mom sighed and just
slumped against the door now. Her thin, frail body mirrored my own in many
ways, and yet differed. �I�m sorry for yelling. You know I worry.�
I smiled faintly. �Yes,
mother, I know. Should I fix dinner?�
�I ordered Chinese, it�s
on the table,� Mom sighed. �Just�let me know, next time. Okay? I know that
you�re not used to�having a friend, Rei.�
I winced, but only just.
Jirkle was muffling his laughter behind his hands. ~How can she possibly
make those orders and then just be all �I�m sorry� afterwards?~
~*~Because my mother isn�t
used to telling me what to do. I�ve been the adult since�you know.~*~
Jirkle sobered
immediately, and all three demons fell silent. Well, actually, I had the
feeling Jirkle and Morana were explaining, silently, to Okuro what I�d meant. I
hated the fact that they could hide their thoughts from me, but I couldn�t hide
mine from them. They gave me the semblance of privacy during the daylight
hours, usually. But once I laid my head down to sleep, someone was always
there. Not always the same demon from night to
night, and sometimes from hour to hour.
A whimper shivered in my
throat as one thought slithered unexpected through my mind. Dirken, the demon
who had slain so many, was visiting me tonight. There were only two outcomes I
could imagine. Either Karasu would be soundly punished for ordering me to bring
Shuichi Minamino into my home, or I would be punished for not doing it.
I took the time to watch
my mother as she made her way toward her bedroom to do her work. She always had
more work. Mom had so many jobs, most of them minimum wage or just barely above
it. I wished often that I could just hug her, hold her, and let her know,
everything was going to be okay.
But I couldn�t, out of
fear that I�d be lying and that Dirken might decide she needed to die, too. I
was very careful to protect my mother from all of my demons, even the ones who
would never hurt her. I loved Jirkle and Morana and Mishu, but I knew that if
Dirken found out anything, he would kill her.
My mother was all I had
left.
I would be satisfied just
to keep house and cook for her. As long as the demons didn�t do anything to
her, I was happy.
I was happy.
I sighed and sank into the
chair at the kitchen table. It was a comfortable chair, squishy red and pale
pine wood. The table was clothed in pretty white lace. A window let in a ray of
sunlight, casting it over the Chinese cartons that I knew would contain chicken
lo mein, beef fried rice, and sesame seed chicken. The plate my mother had set
out was silver, and shimmered with my warped reflection as I looked at it.
All of this summed up one
thing: I wasn�t hungry.
I put the cartons in the
refrigerator, and grabbed a bottle of apple juice instead. Maybe my hunger
pangs later in the night would wake me up from the night terrors that I knew
were to come. It was a futile and foolish wish, and I knew it.
But a girl would do anything
to escape the clutches of an evil overlord, right?
If only it were so simple.
***
Truly, if it were only so simple. I wish Dirken really was
just �evil�, but there are other factors at work here. =P Eh, life bites, just
gotta have teeth to bite back. LOL
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