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One Body, Two Minds	By : Ametank Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 6523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.A/N: This is a YOUxKurama fic and eventually there will be a lemon, though you�ll have to wait a while for it (for obvious reasons) This is probably the darkest fic I�ve ever undertaken, and there is some graphic death involved. This is your on WARNING for that. If it�s not your cup of tea, please feel free to click that little x in the corner. I honestly don�t want to offend. Anyone else�read on ~_^

disclaimer: YYH and everything affiliated with it is not mine. in order to read this story you'll have to go through this chapter, so i'm only saying it once. things that belong to me are the three demons mentioned within this chapter, and the plot. don't jack em ~_^ hehe

.Chapter 1: The Accident

"Just great," you think to yourself as you walk up the sidewalk to your front door. "My parents forgot to cut on the outside lights again." Shaking your head you flick through the keys on your keychain until you find the house key. You have to squint through the shadows just to see where your sticking it, and a relieved sigh escapes you as the key slides home and you turn it with a satisfying click.

It�s nearly two a.m. and you�ve spent the evening gallivanting around town with your friends, somehow ending up at the local IHOP around midnight, which is where you just came from. Nothing like a couple chocolate chip pancakes in the early morning to jump start that sugar rush, thought you begin to feel the impending crash. While your whole body is starting to wind down, you figure you�ve still got another hour of forced consciousness in you, just enough to check out the updates on your favorite fanfiction sight, and maybe that new anime on Adult Swim.

Inside the house is quiet, but you can hear the erratic humming of the old humidifier your parents keep running in their room during this, the cold season. Shaking your head with a smile you slip off into your room to drop your things, stopping by your parents room and whispering a quick "I�m home" on your way back to the living room. After shutting the door, and cutting the TV on low, you drop yourself into the computer chair and begin the familiar process of logging in to your various screen names, e-mails, and so on. It�s not much, but it�s yours.

You leave the lights off, you�d just forget to cut them off when you went to bed anyway, and so you have to sort of feel your way into the kitchen, on that ever present hunt for food teenagers are so keen to. Actually, after those pancakes, all your stomach can handle is a glass of orange juice, which you gulp down with relish. As you make your way back to your computer and several blinking IMs you step on something solid, and it crunches underfoot. Figuring it to be a cookie or something your nine-year-old brother left out, you tread carefully to the light switch and flick it once, twice, then several times without result.

Rolling your eyes with annoyance, you blindly grope your way into the kitchen, again, no lights, then the utility room, same thing. After fumbling around in the cabinets for a while your fingers finally wrap around a flashlight which, thankfully, works. Training it on the floor you sweep the utility room floor, and find nothing. Shining it upward reveals an empty socket where the light bulb should have been. "Odd," you think, "Did my parents start to change it and get distracted or something?"

It�s a good excuse, a really good possibility even, however�your steps are quick and uneasy as you move back through the kitchen and find the same phenomena in both the lights there are well. Next, in the living room you shine your light on the ground where you felt the crunch, and sure enough, the shattered remains of a light bulb glint back at you. "What the hell�s going on?"

For a moment you are caught that way, breath coming and going in quick painful bursts. You�ve never been a superstitious girl, and you outgrew your night light when you were only five. Horror movies never bugged you in the slightest, and ghost stories were a beloved, albeit un-frightening, pastime for you. At that exact moment you felt all that darkness that had never managed to touch you before, spasm into life and grow with each pump of your heart in your chest, until it roared in your ears.

Something moves to your right, just in front of the window, a quick shadow. Instinct has you jerking the flashlight towards it, only to find there is nothing there. Slowly, and a bit shakily, you move your tiny stream of light around the room until you�re sure there�s nothing at all there. Still, the place right between your shoulder blades won�t relax, and at the moment you�re keen on trusting your instincts.

"Who�s there?" you whisper into the shadows without any real hope of an answer.

Perhaps that�s why it�s so surprising when you get one.

"Just a few weary travelers who�ve finally come home." Spinning around you shine your light into the face of a young man, not a decade your senior with pale skin, and long auburn hair. He would have been pretty, if not for a few strange things about him. First of all, his cheeks sported two red feral marks each, and thick, curling black ram�s horns protruded from either side of his head.

Your fingers go slack, and the flashlight slips from your grasp as you stare in outright shock at the being before you. Even when the light blinks out, you cannot tear your gaze away from his dark silhouette. All the B-list movie questions race through your mind, bubbling up your throat and catching on the back of your tongue. Who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want with me? It would be so easy to just say something, and yet even your breathing is restricted by fear. This creature before you cannot be real, and yet every sense is screaming in alarm that he in fact is real!

"Mmmm fear, something I haven�t tasted in a long while. Your parents didn�t have the chance to be afraid." His words stop your breath altogether, as your eyes become as wide and round as little disks. The darkness around his lips curls and parts, revealing two wide rows of sharp teeth, too wide to belong in any mouth.

You can�t think past those glistening daggers, until he takes one slow step towards you. Then it is as if someone flipped a switch inside your brain, and a voice steeped in that primal urge to survive screams: RUN!

Your feet pound hard against the floor, and you have to use the railing to swing yourself around and fling yourself up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Your parents bedroom is the first door on your left, and you burst through, slamming it behind you and twisting the lock. For just a moment you allow yourself to be thankful that your brother is on an overnight trip with his school.

Breathing deeply, and as silently as you can, you listen for sounds of your pursuer, and hear nothing. Your parents haven�t stirred or woken, and as you stare at their round forms under the blankets, a sick feeling is growing in the pit of your stomach. You hesitate before leaving the door, finally deciding that you had to check on them. What that creature had said downstairs was finally settling into your mind, and despite the growing knot of despair rising in your throat, you have to know.

Your mother sleeps on the right side of the bed, closest to you, so you check on her first, reaching out one trembling hand to touch her face. Her skin is cool, pliant to the touch, and yet there is something rigid about her. Daring to hope, you turn the knob on the bedside lamp which to your relief and horror, clicks on. Pale yellow light fills the room in a way that should have been welcoming, but as you look into your mother�s face her eyes meet yours with no more life than a tiny glass marble.

You don�t cry, the shock is all you can feel, like going from the terrified, vibrating heat of fear to utter stillness. Your temperature drops, and with a determination that is eerily calm and empty, you pull back the sheet. The instant you see the devastation that�s been done to her chest you wish you hadn�t. If a fist truly could punch its way through flesh and pull a beating heart from it�s cage, that�s most certainly what�s been done here. And anguished sound peels out of your throat as you throw yourself away in time to empty the contents of your stomach onto the floor.

Shakily, still dizzy, you crawl across the floor to the dresser, plucking the phone from its cradle and start to dial for help.

"Uh oh! The human�s got a phone Ulysses!" The voice comes from directly behind you, soft and almost bird-like. Foolishly, you freeze, turning to see it�s owner.

Two figures are perched on the end of your parents� bed, one is petite and female, with hair the pale yellow of honeysuckle blooms, out of which protruded to small, but sharp-looking, backward angled horns. Wide red eyes bore into you for a moment, before a black, forked tongue hisses out of her mouth. So intent are you on her face, that you don�t see the second creature, Ulysses, come and pluck the phone right from your weak fingers.

Your head snaps up in his direction, and you find him to be a mirror copy of the girl. "Now, now, Ariel, I think we�ve frightened her," he chuckles.

"Mmmmm," Ariel purrs.

Cursing violently, you gather your energy and burst up onto your feet, shoving Ulysses with all your strength and stumbling back towards the stairs.

"Should we go after her?" you hear Ariel chirp.

"Don�t worry. Dai will get her."

"Why?" you scream inside your head. "Why are they here? What are they?"

You jump the last four steps, hitting the floor hard enough to jar you, rendering you immobile for several seconds while your legs tremble from the force. Your head drops as at last tears begin to fall silently down your cheeks. When you raise your face to begin running again, the first demon is there, taking up your entire view. His narrow black eyes leer dangerously at you.

"Don�t you want to be part of our little spell?" he asks, voice skittering across your skin like poisonous spiders.

Choking on your own sob, nothing comes out when you try to scream, �no!� But someone else says it for you.

"No she doesn�t. No means no, freak."

The owner of the voice is a guy your own age, with slicked back black hair, and a wickedly excited glint to his eyes. Suddenly you�re not sure who the most dangerous person in the room is anymore. The creature also turns his attention on the boy, scoffing.

"You may have her when I�m finished. I just need her soul."

The boy snorted. "Please, can�t you demons find something better to do? Something original?" As quietly as possible, you started backing away from them, not sure what was going on, but positive you didn�t want to be on the other end of the blue light.

The creature snarled, barring those fierce teeth and a mouth grown suddenly too wide for his face. Before he turned and fled he caught you by the arm, jerking you to him. The world slows down and you watch yourself move like a frame by frame. You see his free hand angle itself at your stomach, and it seems you have all the time in the world to realize that he means to impale you, and there�s no way to avoid it. His claws hesitate for a moment before sliding inside you. Blood trickles, slowly at first, then faster, as he rips through more and more of your flesh. Pain rages across your whole body, blinding you and ripping a quick succession of screams from your throat.

Someone shouts, "Spirit Gun!" and the blackness that is all you can see suddenly burns blue-white. You feel, almost distantly, your body hit the floor, and lie still. Feebly, you try and press your hands to the wound, as if that could keep your life from literally pulsing out of you in time with your slowing heartbeat.

"She�s hurt badly, is there anything we can do for her?" You recognize this as the voice of the boy, even as the chill of death is beginning to settle across your skin.

"It�s too late for that, Yusuke. She�s already almost gone. We can only hope she finds peace in the afterlife." This voice is soft, comforting and commanding. A part of you, probably a lingering madness, wishes you could see the face of its owner before you die�

Death�the word trembles on your lips, and fear slices through you. You don�t want to die, not like your parents, not at all. You want to take care of your brother, grieve with him, watch him grow up, grow up yourself. You want to find a job, get married, finish school. You can�t accept this, not now, not this way, but your soul, your consciousness, you feel it detach from your physical body, as that voice, that blissful voice announces, "She�s gone."

"No!" you think, and begin struggling, struggling against this weight that seems to want to pull you upward, away from your body, which you now see, as if from a few feet up, pale and limp on the ground. The gaping hole in your belly stares back at you as if in mockery. For a moment, nothing happens, but your desperation keeps you fighting, reaching out for something, anything to hold onto.

There! You feel something warm and solid. You grasp at it with whatever metaphysical limbs you possess and begin to pull yourself, heave yourself, into this shell. Something resists you, tries to force you out, but at that moment your will is too strong, your desire to live too great. "What�s going on with Kurama?" the boy asks. You pull harder. Suddenly, it�s as if some barrier breaks, and like a quiet rush of air, you slip inside, and the world dissolves.

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.A/N: Now, I know this was a long chapter, but I don�t think they will all be this long. Just to let you know :-P Review please! ^_______^
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