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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: This chapter tried to fight me�but I have won! *dances*

.Chapter 7: The Next Morning

Waking up is, in and of itself, a strange sensation. The first thing you feel is the ache. It starts in your stomach and slowly pulses out through your body like the lazy swish of a cat's tail. Your eyelids feel thick, and you can't quite get them to open. You wipe away the eye goop, which was strangely thick and had almost sealed your eyes shut, before peeking out through the slits. The light, though dim, hits your eyes like a jackhammer to the skull, and you groan against the pain. You can't remember what happened, but your pretty sure it must have been some party for you to feel this bad.

After a moment you get this strange tingle through your spine. Something's�off. Looking around the room solves that mystery right away. You don't recognize your surroundings at all. You're not in your room, in your bed, or even at any of your friends' houses. The room is Spartan at best. There's the bed you're on, a dresser and a hanging mirror over that. No closet, no bedside table, no T.V. no clocks.

Something niggling the back of your mind seems to think that you really need to see how awful you look, so you haul yourself delicately out of bed. Not that it helps. Pain slices through your stomach, and each step you take seems to urge it on. You've never felt anything so awful in your entire life. It's not like the nausea you've felt post-drinking, so you rule out hangover. But what in the hell happened to you?

Some of your hair falls across your eyes, and as your brushing it back, you notice it's bright red. Damn, you groan. I must have died my hair! What the HELL happened last night?

Had you been drugged?

You glance in the mirror. Well you certainly look alright. The bags under your eyes are barely noticeable, and the hair color doesn't look so bad�except. You look down. WHERE DID YOUR BOOBS GO? You grope yourself. Nothing. You're flatter than a pancake. In your panic your hands make a quick exploration of the rest of your body. You seem to be wearing a pair of red PJ pants and a really tight tube-top, which looks more like a strip of fabric that�s been wound around your torso.

"Hunh," you say. It's not really all that cute. Maybe that's why your boobs are gone. They're squished. But then your hand check reaches a certain part of your anatomy that you know wasn't there before.

"What the hell?!" you shriek, and your eyes hit the mirror again. That's not you! That's�that's�you smack yourself in the forehead with the heel of your palm. How could you have forgotten Kurama?

The door to the room slams inward and Yusuke slides in. "What's wrong?" He takes one look at you and scoffs. "Come on Kurama, what'er you screamin' like a baby for if you're up and about?"

Oh Shit! He thinks you're Kurama. It doesn't even take the length of a heartbeat to realize that you are seemingly alone in this body. More bad news, but before you can explore further, you have to get rid of Yusuke.

"It wasn't me," you bumble, knowing you're an absolutely horrible liar. But still you trudge along. "I heard it too, that's why I got up."

Yusuke snorts. "And that's why you're looking in the mirror?" He throws his hands up in the air. "I don't even want to know." Then he stalks out, muttering something about a waste of time.

Once he's out of site, you creep over to the door and shut it once more, locking it for good measure. You want to make sure you're not interrupted while you search for Kurama. Wouldn't that be awkward? Usually you were the one lurking behind the scenes, waiting for him to allow you some control, if any at all, so moving about in this body by yourself is somewhat awkward.

Thinks don't exactly work the same way as in your old body. For one thing he's taller, but also there's a definite lack of hips, ass, and boob that's got your center of gravity way off. Your heart, well technically his heart, is tapping out a horrible version of Riverdance. You can't quite quell the fear that something's gone wrong, and Kurama's been shoved out, and now his body is your body. Alone.

You remember feeling alone. It was the moment you died, when you thought there would never be another moment to share with anyone of your fragile life. Poof. Gone. You shouldn't feel that way once you have a body because you can use it to interact with people. But the thought of Kurama's body without Kurama is just as lonely as those brief moments of death and solitude.

You shuffle back to the bed and sit down, mindful of the pain in your stomach. His stomach, you remind yourself. Once you're as comfortable as you're getting, you close your eyes and search.

Its sort of a strange feeling, pulling away from his skin without Kurama remaining there. His body almost rejects the loss of you, feeling very much like it is hungry to have you there. It's an awful, horrible, feeling. Did Kurama feel this when you pushed him away? Dying had certainly felt much different.

Your ethereal self surges through the darkness inside Kurama, hoping to touch on something, some tiny flicker that you can recognize as him. But there's so much, and none of it's familiar to you. There is something, maybe it's his consciousness, but it feels different. Kurama's soul is smooth and tranquil, though perhaps it's a bit like dark waters covering the turbulence below. This is edgier, like any moment it might snap out against you, and it's a toss up whether the result would be pleasure or pain.

You slip back into the slumped body with a sigh. Something's off, but you know you're far too ill equipped to figure it out yourself. The person you need to talk to is that little Koenma guy. He'll know what's going on. The only problem is, you have no idea how to get in touch with him.

A knock on your door yanks you from your thoughts, and grudgingly you rise to answer it. A petit woman waits patiently, short with graying pink hair, but somehow she seems to fill every inch of the doorway. She looks up at you, but somehow it feels like she's towering over you. Part of you wants to take a step back, but all of you knows Kurama wouldn't do such a thing and you're pretending to be him after all. You stand your ground, but it's not easy.

"Kurama, come take a walk with me." Not trusting yourself to respond without giving yourself away, you nod and follow her through what you can only assume is her home and into the yard behind it.

Neither of you speak for a long time, which suits you just fine because you have no idea who this woman is, but she knows Kurama. The walk was probably a bad idea, but you wouldn't have been able to think of a reasonable excuse. So here you are, grateful for the silence, so all you have to worry about is keeping your footing through the forest. How awful would that be? For you to fall flat on your face in Kurama's body in front of one of his friends.

The old woman seems distracted, like she's sunk deep within herself. With more than a little irritation you notice that she does not seem to be struggling through the forest. Then again it is her home. You sigh and try to focus on a halfhearted search for Kurama inside yourself. Every moment that passes without so much as a stir of personality worries you more and more.

And then there's the matter of that bit of�you're not sure, but it's something like a consciousness. In your search you've brushed it more than once, and it seems to stir a bit more at each touch. You're not entirely sure why, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to wake it up. How stupid does that sound? You ask yourself glumly. I'm just being paranoid. All this supernatural shit is driving me nuts!

"____________(y/n)? Are you listening?"

"Hunh? What?" You turn to look at the old woman. The trees shift nervously overhead and you realize you've stopped walking.

"You must be just as half-witted as that damn Yusuke."

"Hey!" you snap. "I resent that!"

A smirk curls on her face and she shake her head in something close to genuine amusement. If the old crone can feel such a thing. "I can't believe it. Two souls in one body."

"What?" Panic swells up inside of you.

"Don't worry, _____(y/n). Koenma told me." Still, you eye her suspiciously. "I'm Genkai," she explains, "Yusuke is my apprentice. You know him, right?" The sneer in her voice says I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't.

"Yes. I remember him," you snap.

She smirks. "Well, as long as you're in control of Kurama's body, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and your eyes alert. My dimwit pupil and his friend Kuwabara might not notice, but don't expect the same ignorance from Hiei. Another Hiei warning. Hmm.

A question bubbles up in your mind and you debate whether or not to ask it at all. She's mean and unfriendly, but she seems like she understands what's going on.

"Um�Genkai?"

She raises an eyebrow.

"What if�well right now I�I can't find Kurama."

She nods and starts walking back towards her home. "I shouldn't think so. He took a bad hit last night. He's retreated within himself to recover." To your confused look she adds, "It's a demon thing."

"Oh."

Genkai shakes her head, and the ghost of a smile plays across her lips for just an instant. "Take a shower, then rest up. That body's still not one-hundred percent. Kurama will wake up when he's feeling better."

A shower she says? Your face flushes bright crimson. Well it was sort of like the doctor's orders right? Right, you conclude.
You check the water again with your hand, hoping that it's not too hot. That's how you've always liked your showers, hot enough to turn your skin bright pink. Your mom always used to complain that you'd use up all the hot water. For the first time since their death, you allow yourself to smile at the memory. To be honest, everything's a little bit easier to deal with when you're not hiding in the darkness of Kurama's mind.

"Guess that'll do," you mutter. Already the water is below your usual standard, but still pretty hot. You can't bare to turn it down any lower, so you turn on the showerhead.

Your fingers have a death grip on the towel around your waist, and you realize you're not ready to remove that bit just yet. Instead you turn your attention to the bandage wrapped around your torso. This man body thing is soooo weird, you tell yourself, staring down as Kurama's chest is revealed strip by strip. It's a really nice chest, you admit.

Your fingers play across the smooth planes, amazed by the strangeness of it, feeling the sensations in a completely different way than your own body used to respond. Not better, not worse, just different. Several moments disappear and you're tucked under the steamy rush of the shower.

There is an impressive laceration across your stomach, healing even as you watch into a pale pink scar. The way things seem to be going you suspect that by tomorrow even that will be gone, and the only thing left will be the smooth stretch of flawless Kurama. A heat pools in your cheeks that has nothing to do with the water.

"Flawless," you mutter. "Ain't it the truth." And you can't deny that this body you're wearing is pretty flawless. Flexing you feel the way his muscles move, some of them so very different from your own, but all of them strong and healthy. This whole body is healthy, charged, and alive in a way you don't remember yours ever feeling.

You remember your friend Lisa used to steal some of your French fries at lunch. When you asked why she didn�t buy her own she'd always say, "They don't taste the same. Yours are always better." It was funny at the time, but maybe there was more to it. Now that you were experiencing life through Kurama's body was it really better? Or was it simply because all of this was Kurama's and not your own?

You lather up the washcloth and wash down, thoughts turned inward. Then you slide the washcloth between your legs, and that first pulse of arousal draws your attention downward. There it is, that meaty piece of him that has every part of you that is female a little dizzy. His body reacts even further to your mental arousal, and you watch in stupid amazement as it swells in your grasp.

The rational part of your brain says, Stop! Turn the shower on cold! Flee! You just -can't- do this! But that part of your brain is pretty small right now, and shrinking. Biting your lower lip, you run the washcloth over it once more, creating a soapy slickness, then wrap your fingers delicately around the full hardness of him and squeeze. A moan sighs from your throat and your toss your head back into the spray of water. It feels so wonderful!

But your nerve is wearing out. If Kurama should wake of to this�Your cheeks flush again. Better not. You reach around to turn the water to cold, though the thought isn't a pleasant one, and wonder what you would do if Kurama caught you groping his body while he was asleep.

Almost as if your thoughts had triggered him, Kurama spills upward, filling his skin like a rush of adrenaline. Without a thought you let him in, relinquishing dominance of the body to it's rightful owner. Unfortunately, what should be a relief, the return of Kurama feels awkward, and not just because you're in a shower in control of his partially aroused body, but because something's different.

His spirit is like a line of excited tension pressing against yours, larger than this body wants to hold, and almost overwhelming.

'_______(y/n)?' he asks.

'Yes?'

You can feel something like a mental grin from him. He's hiding nothing now, and you can feel the movement of his thoughts, too rapid to pick out any specific one, but the overall feeling is amusement and anticipation.

'Let's go to bed,' he cooes, and the voice, without really being a voice at all, strikes you as somehow lower, deeper, almost�.seductive.

'Okay. Genkai said you would still need some rest.'

'Exactly,' he purrs. Then to your shock, his fingers wrap around himself and he repeats, 'Let's go to bed.'

*~*~*~*

.A/N: Voila! New Chapter, much delayed, but that shouldn't come as any surprise. Can you figure out what's going on? I sure hope not, because I like to be evil and have cliffhangers(this might actually be my first big cliffhanger of this story�those of you who read Alpha also are well aquatinted with them muahahaha)

~~Next Time: Kurama's acting funny�but he wasn't joking about going to bed. Talk about wet dreams�this might be more than you bargained for�(lemon next chapter)
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