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A Little Laughter	By : UKImouto Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 2397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
^__^ I have returned yet
again! And in answer to Esmee�s remark that I �update fast�, I try to. I really
try to. Unfortunately, once school sets back in, I might not have a lot of
time, which is why I�m trying to finish most of the story before the 16^th.
In addition to school, I work �part time��which means about 35 hours a week in
WalMart-talk. I�m attempting to write a lot of things that are, at the very
least, painful for me to speak of. But I guess since I�m inflicting them on
�Rei-chan�, it�s not quite as bad. =P I�m so cruel to my character, aren�t I�

A few notes on the
description I�m finally giving of Rei in the following passage. I have
distinctly separated myself from who and what Rei is so that I don�t entirely
have everything to do with the story. It�s an author�s personal nightmare to
write about herself, because we are typically too close to the person in charge
of the story to tell it truthfully. Rei is not me, by a long shot. So she looks different, if only just a little. But
I have studied myself in the mirror like this. Not so much in a narcissistic
way, but asking myself, prior to meeting my friends in sophomore year of high
school, what the hell was wrong with me. (Still do it sometimes, cause I�m
still single and I�ve definitely done everything in my power to present myself
as a person to guys�okay, maybe not. [I still listen to my mother too much.
^^() Eheh.] )

In answer to Shihiko-san,
Dirken is a very, very complicated demon. In fact, what you�ll see here is
quite mild compared to what he�s usually like. >_> I�m kinda wavering on
whether to bring him full force�Karasu, Dirken, Uriel, and Xanatos are the four
demons who�ve caused me a great deal of grief. Dirken isn�t completely at his
full personality, though the �little Sunshine� thing is quite normal for him.
He loves to repeat his little nicknames. I think it gives him some kind of
power that I answer to them. And as you�ll discover a somewhat-answer to the
question of Okuro this chapter, well, I�ll just let you read. ;)

And welcome Mar Fire into
the book of friends. ^_^ I�m so loved!

Another note on my
�appearance� in the story�the majority of my real-life scars are not from my
demons. I don�t have those unless I�m dreaming. ^^() I wish I could show
everyone my dream scars, they are quite intricate, some even beautiful. I think
Dirken and Uriel like scarifying people. It�s almost an art form. I have some
almost-suicide marks, animal marks, and some that I don�t wish to talk about
due to their origins.

A note on my own dreams
and why there is no actual separation between the dreams and the waking world
in this story. My own dreams are so real�so lifelike�that I can�t tell the
difference. Not sometimes, not much of the time. Always. I rarely see a dream that seems like a dream, and when
I do, it�s similar to Michael�s dreamscene in the first chapter and in the
dragon sequence later on. It still seems real, but there�s this kind of
poetry�dark, foreboding, and very much like what you�d imagine a demon�s voice
to be�that seems to be behind it. Think Edgar Allen Poe read by Vin Diesel or
Darth Vader.

I have one more note and
then I�ll let you into the story. ^^() I�m a bad author, leaving all these
notes. But thing is, if I really had been sitting beside someone pestering me
like Minamino had, I wouldn�t have reacted the way Rei does (You�ll see.) I
would, in fact, have drifted off into an almost comatose state, staring at them
until they backed off or until they said something that interested me. At the
age I would have been if I was Rei, I would have been so scared to speak to
him. In fact, it still frightens me to speak aloud to people�but instead of
staring, I start laughing. O.o Weird. Ask Kirei or Dai, if you know them. ^^()
I start bloody laughing at nothing. My brother calls it my �morbid laughter�
because even if you tell me that my best friend�s died (happened before), I
will start laughing like a damned hyena.

Oh, yeah, and at the time,
I would never have cursed, either.

That�s a recent thing.
^_^()

Disclaimer: I profess that
I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. I apologize if this information is startling or an
inconvenience to anyone.

Chapter 6: Dirken�s Decree

Life holds such a
fascination with a person who is so close to death. I�ve seen life and lives
pass before my eyes, many times. Rarely, however, did I look in the mirror and
truly see me. Me. The girl in the mirror
is me. I clutched the bathroom sink, unsure of how I�d suddenly gone from the
kitchen to the bathroom in so short a time.
The pale girl in the
mirror blinked at me, her skin sallow and sunken from too much time indoors. A
pair of deep green-blue eyes, set between eyelids too narrow to be very
innocent any more. Brown hair, cropped short in no particular style, wrapped
around her ears, flat to her skull. If she tried, she might be cute, maybe even
pretty.
It was hard to believe she
was me.
Now I saw them�the scars.
Scars that were so faint, sometimes only I could see them. There weren�t many
on my face, or visible on my neck. Only a few very faint scars, barely lighter
than the rest of my skin. The wounds had been deep and painful in my dreams,
but were mere scrapes and cuts in the waking world.
But they bled just the
same.
~Kitten, it�s time for
bed. Dirken won�t be here till later tonight. You can sleep in peace, for now.~
I sighed. �Thanks, Jirk.�
My bedroom was right
across the hall from the bathroom. I rarely looked at it�really looked at it. It was so simple. I really should
follow my own advice and put art up on the walls. Art all over, anything
beautiful, sacred. The shell-white walls, the simple blue blanket on a white
pillow, the desk with only my schoolbooks and my backpack hanging on the chair.
I really was a simpleton.
I stripped my school
uniform off, laying it neatly out for the next day. It would still be clean for
several days yet. And, still in my tank top and socks, I nestled my head down
on the flat pillow to sleep.
Jirkle pulled me to his
broad chest when at last he could touch me for real. In the dream-time hours,
when I was fast asleep, I couldn�t tell at all that I was asleep. The only
indication that I wasn�t awake was the fact that Jirkle was there. Jirkle and
Morana, I corrected myself, spying the vampire woman on the other side of my
room. She was sitting in my desk chair, where I�d set my school uniform. It
wasn�t there, but it never was in my dreams when someone wanted to sit there.
�Rei, where does it hurt
still?� Jirkle murmured in my ear, sending tingles down my spine and curling my
toes still in my socks.
�Karasu didn�t hurt me too
badly,� I said, relaxing into his gentle hug. If I had to say what I felt
toward Jirkle, Morana, and Mishu, I would say they were my friends. My demon
friends, the ones who helped me, held me, protected me from what they could. I
could honestly say, too, that I loved Jirkle. Almost as much as I had loved
Michael, I am not afraid to admit.
But sometimes you need a
pair of arms just to sink into in the waking world, too. And I was denied that.
I wanted a pair of warm, human arms, sweet and gentle, swaying to the beat of
music only we could hear. I couldn�t ever have it, though. Jirkle sighed and
held me tighter, bringing the dull ache of my ribs back.
Jirkle nibbled at the base
of my neck softly, lovingly. His tongue reached out to caress my skin, leaving
chills and fire in its wake. I could feel him, all of him, pressed firmly
against my back. Jirkle knew how to love, and how to get loved. His royal blue
hair slipped over my shoulders. He tilted my head up by my chin and gently
kissed me. I smiled into his lips as he pulled away.
�I won�t be able to stop
if you don�t, Kitten, and you don�t want Dirken finding us like that,� Jirkle
said, playfully grinning.
�Are you sure you�re not a
succubus?� I asked.
�Or was it incubus?�
Jirkle shrugged. �I forgot which one likes women. You know me, though. I like
all kinds.�

Morana laughed from my desk. �Jirk, I doubt you wouldn�t fuck a computer if it
had a hole big enough.�
Jirkle winced. �Ouch,
Death, honey, that one hurts!�
If having demons in my
dreams was always like this�I wouldn�t mind it.
But demons like Dirken and
Uriel love to change my mind.
Speaking of the Devil
himself�
�Jirkle. Morana. How good
to see you again.� I jumped out of Jirkle�s arms at his voice, more startled than
frightened. He sounded like he was in a good mood. This was good. Good. It was
good that he wasn�t yelling yet. His voice was light and calm. I took a
shivering breath and threw an apologetic look to Jirkle.
I hope I hadn�t hurt him.
�Hey, Dirken, come to see
our little Rei?� Jirkle asked, drawing me into a possessive hug. This was
different from the warm hold he�d had on me earlier. I stiffened in his arms.
Every time Dirken came around, Jirkle had to put on an act. The charade that
Morana and he were just as devilish and horrible as the others were.
I understood, though, but
it still didn�t make it any easier to feel the roughness of him just as easily
as I felt the softness. The rough hold of his dagger-sharp claws as easily as
the petal-soft caress of the back of his hand. It was still bizarrely caring in
nature, though, even as the fear lit in my eyes. I could see it. I could see
the fear in my own green-blue eyes, as my forehead creased and my eyebrows drew
together.
And I could feel as well
as see the goosebumps rising over my flesh as Dirken stepped closer. His clawed
finger was gentle this time. The way it simply tilted my head up to look into
his golden, dragon-yellow eyes. I never knew what kind of demon Dirken really
was, but if I could give a guess, I�d say he was a black dragon. I couldn�t
even see the hair-thin pupils of Dirken�s eyes from this distance�they were
just yellow, the yellow of the autumn leaves right over my father�s grave.
�Leave us, Jirkle. Morana,
you as well.�
A spike of fear drove down
my spine and I bit back a hiss of pain. Dirken smiled at me, revealing the two
sharp teeth at either corner of his thin lips. Everything about Dirken was
sharp. His black hair, spiked and smoothed to perfection, his thin eyes, his
nose, his cheeks. Even his steel-toed boots looked sharp.
�I saw your new friends
today, little Sunshine,� he said, circling around me like a predator his prey.
I even saw his shoulder bones through his shirt going up and down, up and down,
like a circling tiger.
�Th-They aren�t m-my
friends,� I stuttered. It was the truth�I�d all but pushed them all away. But
Shuichi was stubborn.
�The redhead Karasu has
his sights on so crudely seems to think he can force his friendship on you,
little Sunshine,� Dirken smirked. I gulped, resisting the urge to hug myself.
He was dangerous, I tried to remind myself. Dirken was one of the most feared
demons in the world. I think the reason was because you could so easily trust
him until it was just too late.
Dirken snapped his fingers
and my room vanished around us. I knew he had that power over my dreams, but it
always startled me. I yelped and unconsciously turned my back to him. The room
had turned into a different bedroom. This one was also fairly blank, but it had
a little more to it. There was more personality to it, like someone who was
trying to hide like me, but wanted to seem more normal still.
There, in the bed, was
Shuichi Minamino.
�Wh-What are we doing
here?� I squeaked, jumping back into Dirken. He wrapped his arms around me, in
a loving embrace. He held my hands in his and brushed his lips over the
juncture between my neck and shoulder.
�I wanted to see the
object of your desires.� Dirken chuckled softly at my gasp.
�I-I don�t�I don�t like
him like that!!� I blushed furiously.
�We�ll see about that,�
Dirken murmured.
And then he vanished. I
whipped my head around, trying to find the slippery demon. Only to find him
where I least wanted him to be. He was sitting in Shuichi�s bed, cradling the
redhead in his lap. Dirken murmured soft words into Shuichi�s ear and the boy
jumped awake, staring behind him, then at me.
�Gali�� Dirken smothered
his words with his hand, reaching for the dagger I knew was waiting in his
sleeve.
�Little Sunshine, what say
you now?� Dirken murmured, staring down at Shuichi in his lap.
�D-Dirken, please, he�s just an innocent boy!�
�Innocent?� Dirken threw
back his head and laughed, seemingly accidentally cutting Shuichi�s throat ever
so lightly. �My little Sunshine, you are indeed na�ve as the sky is blue.�

I blinked. �Wh-What do you�mean�?�
Dirken smirked, holding
the knife closer to Shuichi�s throat. �First you must answer me, my little ray
of Sunshine.�
Unconsciously, I licked my
lips at the sight of Shuichi�s blood trailing down his pearly-white throat. It
was wrong�gods, it was wrong. I felt my
own blood freezing, shivering with the wrongness of it all. Dirken murmured
into the moist air of the room, softly, so soft that I had to lean in to know
what he was saying.
�This one is amusing, my
little Sunshine. He reminds me of an angel I once took.�
I gulped visibly, knowing
exactly who he was talking about. An angel named Aeolus had once tried to kill
Dirken. I had then found out that Dirken didn�t only prefer women. He had
sliced Aeolus�s chest, leaving a deep scar even as the wound healed instantly.
Something had tied me down�invisible but there as I struggled�holding my eyes
open to watch in horror, terror, and, the most terrible of all, lust, as Dirken
took the angel Aeolus on the floor in front of me. It had been the first time
that Dirken had ever taken me. If I was terrified of Karasu enough to turn tail
and run, nameless though he was then, I was struck immobile in fear of Dirken.
The knives that Dirken used were notorious among the demon kind.
And he used them for far
worst tasks than murder.
�Little Sunshine, come
here and sit beside us,� Dirken ordered. I moved to shake my head, but that power�whatever it was�forced me onto the bed, tossing me
over both Dirken and Shuichi�s laps. I sat up quickly, the innocent blush on my
face only a mask to the truth that I had seen this many times before.
I pleaded with Dirken.
�Please�please, just leave him alone. He hasn�t done anything wrong, yet.
Please��
�Are you begging me again,
my little ray of sunshine?� Dirken murmured into Shuichi�s throat, dragging the
point of his dagger down the throbbing vein. The thin line of blood began to
drip, but Dirken kissed at it, smearing it away. It wouldn�t drip any more, not
with the hair-thinness of the wound. Dirken glanced up at me over Shuichi�s
shoulder, and now, in the darkness, I could see the black pupils among the
yellow, yellow eyes. �I am disappointed in you, Rei. You know I don�t like
begging.�
I sobbed, crawling up
Shuichi�s lap to lick the blood from Dirken�s lips. The blood was sweet like a
human�s, yet slightly bitter, like a demon�s. Like a sweet berry with a bit of
bitter grapefruit juice. It tasted wonderful.
�My Lord Dirken�I am
begging you now.�
His lips curled into a
smile. He jabbed the blade between Shuichi�s ribs, but no blood came out.
Shuichi vanished from between us. So this hadn�t been real. I thanked whatever
gods were watching silently. The other demons were gone�Jirkle, Morana, Mishu,
Yin, and Yang�they had vanished for now. Where they went when Dirken was here,
I never knew. All I did know, was that when he wanted to be alone with me, he
was alone.
And no one could stand in
the way of what Dirken wanted.
Another dagger, another
line of blood, this time mine. Dirken wasted no time in drawing both of his
famous daggers, the ones he only used on his human prey. Dirken�s eyes grew
less and less yellow and more and more black. I could only see his eyes, his
power was pinning me to the bed�Shuichi�s bed, or a shadow of it. I felt the
silken touch of the cool blade, casting tiny valleys in my skin.
Dirken slithered up my
tiny body, meshing his wider hips with mine. I could feel every inch of him,
and I shuddered against him, in an unnamably complex mix of feelings. He smiled
at my neck, drawing the pink hilted dagger up my side, my breast, my collar, my
neck. He nibbled at the blood he�d drawn, and stared down at me with his lips
painted red.
�Little Sunshine, won�t
you rise for me?� he chuckled as the power he had over me lifted my whole body
into the air, shedding what remained of my clothes. I clutched my arms close
around me, shivering in the cold of the night. �The night makes my Sunshine
shiver so pretty�I shall make certain she shivers for the rest of eternity.�
I whimpered, moaning as
the blood drip-dropped from my sides and stomach. I looked down to see that
he�d left yet another design on my body. In that same perfect script, he�d
written �Rei� just above my navel, so deep it would scar even in the daylight
hours. He circled around me, digging the dagger in at my shoulder, at my hip,
in the backs of my knees, at the nape of my neck. Like a whipped dog, I could
only whimper at the pain, feeling more and more aroused by the blood.
But unlike every other
demon around, Dirken preferred to only satisfy himself. He rubbed the head of
his erection against my leg on the sixth pass around, nicking my kneecap this
time. The twinge in my stomach was surpassed only by the horrible shaking from
the cold. They say that a cold shower can relieve even the worst hard-on for a
man. Whether it�s true or not, I don�t know.
But the cold night air
Dirken loves to see me shiver in can never defeat the purposes of a demon like
Dirken. I cried out at the ninth pass as he nicked the very edge of my nipple.
The blood was beautiful, dripping down into the sheer white carpet. I wanted to
lick it, greedily, hungrily. I wanted something in my mouth.
I was denied.
Dirken surrounded me in
his arms, letting me fall back against him. I cried out at the pain in the
backs of my knees, in my thighs. How much had he cut me this time? He murmured
nothing in my ear, sending more shivers through my. I was naked, unashamed of
my nakedness. Only of my reaction to him. He was so beautiful, like the angel
I�d thought he was the first time I met him. But he was evil�evil of the purest
kind. Unlike Karasu, he chose to leave when he felt I would want him the most.
And I did.
I wanted him so badly, in
me, surrounding me.
But just as I would have
told him that, he wrapped his arms around me tight, squeezing the air from my
lungs with his strength. �I will tell Karasu to stay away from Minamino, my
little Sunshine. But in return, I want you to befriend him, as well. See if he
will tell you his secrets.�
I gasped for air as he
vanished, leaving me to dream in Shuichi�s bedroom. Jirkle never came back, but
Morana did. She licked my wounds, dressing the worst of them until morning. If
I lost too much blood, I might fall into a coma, or so she worried. The vampire
was quick to catch the blood from every part he�d cut, but especially the cut
in my stomach.
�He wrote your name
again,� she murmured against my stomach. The muscles jumped at her touch, both
in pain and lust. Pure, simple lust from the touch of someone else. I collapsed
against the vampire demon, my tears running into the wounds and rubbing the
salt of them into my blood.
I cried more at the pain,
and more at the pain from those.
When I woke the next
morning at six, my pillows were soaked in tears and my sheets were a crimson
flood.
I ignored Shuichi the
moment he tried to talk to me on the bus the next morning. I turned on music so
blaringly loud in my earphones I didn�t even know what song was playing. The
words ran together with the pound, pound, pounding of my bass. You couldn�t
hear anything else but the bass. Shuichi gently tapped me on the shoulder. I
ignored it by turning up the volume to max.
And then he unplugged me.
�Dammit, Minamino, can�t
you fucking take a HINT!?� I fumed at him, shutting off the CD player that was
now noiseless in my hands.
The entire bus
cricket-chirped at my outburst before everyone suddenly remembered they were
supposed to ignore us, too.
�You certainly know how to
quiet a crowd, Galis-san.�
I growled at him and
stared out the window. �I saw you die
last night.�
He blinked. �I�m sitting
right��
�Don�t you fuckin� get it
already?� I snarled, turning my anger and fear on him now. �I don�t have to see
you really die, okay?! Dirken can simulate it over and over again and it�ll be
just as real to me as if he�d just killed Michael again, do you understand that?!�
He blinked again, calmly.
So damn calm. �Galis-san, calm down. I am alive at this moment, and I highly
doubt Dirken could kill me now.�
I sighed. �You may be
right, actually.�
He stared, waiting for me
to continue. �He told me to befriend you.�
�Now that is a pleasant
surprise,� Shuichi chuckled.
^_~Indeed, I had hoped you would tell him that,
Hi-chan.~_^
~*~Okuro! Hey, where have
you been?~*~

^_~Chilling in my little pendant. I�m honored that you placed me beside
your deceased lover, Hi-chan.~_^
~*~He wasn�t my lover, at
least not yet when he died.~*~
I glanced down at the red
and blue pendants, side by side. Usually I placed Michael�s pendant beneath my
outer shirt, so that no one would as about it. But the red pendant was too
heavy and cold to do that with, so I left it out.
Shuichi had followed my
gaze and commented. �Your pendants are quite beautiful, Galis-san. They suit
you.�
�The blue one was
Michael�s,� I said, smiling sadly. Why do people smile when they�re sad? I
can�t help the little twitch at the corners of my mouth�even if it�s only
halfway there. I held up the red pendant to Shuichi�s eye level. �I�d like you
to meet my newest demon. He says I have to guess his name, but right now I�m
calling him Okuro.�
Shuichi stared at the
pendant, and for a moment I thought he recognized it. �May I see him?�
�Sure�� I blinked as I
took both pendants off. �You act like you know him.�
�If it�s the same pendant,
then yes, I do know him�and his name is Kuronue.�
^_~Damn! Given away by a human boy�Now wait just a damn
minute, who the hell are you?! And how�d you know my name?!~_^
I saw the look in
Shuichi�s eyes�he knew. He�d heard the voice. For a moment, I had hope that I
wasn�t really crazy, that my demons were real.
But then Shuichi handed me
back my pendants. �They really are quite beautiful, Galis-san. You take such
good care of them, it seems.�
�You�didn�t hear Kuronue?�
I asked, my voice whispery.
He smiled sadly. �I�m
sorry, but no.�
I sighed and replaced the
pendants around my neck. �I guess I should have known��
Shuichi paused awkwardly,
before placing his hand on my shoulder. �Just because I can�t hear your demons,
Galis-san, doesn�t make them fake.�
I could almost hear
Kamiya-san�s words: They�re only as real as you make them to be. I sighed, and
nodded, half-smiling. Shuichi had probably seen right through it, but I didn�t
care anymore. He was just like Kamiya-san. The demons were fake, it was only me
who made them real in my head. But Dirken had told me to befriend Shuichi and
try to find his secrets. That was exactly what I was going to do.
~*~So your name is
Kuronue, huh, Okuro.~*~
^_~I still want to know how he knew that, damn it.~_^
~*~I dunno, but I dun
think it�s a good idea to ask him at the moment. He has�secrets, I think. It�s
what Dirken said.~*~
^_~Do you believe everything
Dirken tells you?~_^
I mentally fish-mouthed.
The school came into view
and I followed Shuichi off the bus, still puzzling over what Kuronue had said.
Did I really believe everything my demons said? No one else had ever said
anything to make me doubt the Origin demon�s words. What if he was lying
sometimes? He was a demon, after all.
�Did your demons say
something interesting or are you still worried that I�m merely humoring you,
Galis-san?� Shuichi asked, smiling.
I shrugged. �Both.�
Shuichi sighed. �I don�t
think you�re crazy, Galis-san.�
�Your every action says
otherwise,� I said, bowing my head so that my hair swept into my eyes. I
plugged my CD player back in and sat back in my seat, ignoring the redhead
until class began.
***
Ummm�O.O I actually had this conversation with someone
before. My bus driver, actually. ^^() The only people I wasn�t paranoid of. My
bus drivers. XD I know, I�m an idiot. But I still never believed anyone who
said they didn�t think I was crazy. The CD player and the music has been added,
because at the time of my demons� strongest influence over me, I really had nothing
to go to. Rei has music, so I guess I�m not being quite so cruel. I had�reading.
I had books. I was obsessed with Animorphs after Michael and Sevon died. Well,
since Sevon left the second and sixth books to me in what short a will he made�^^()

At any rate, please bless my humble heart with a review. ^_^
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