Worth Fighting For |A Yu Yu Hakusho Kurama Love Story| UNDER EDITING

Chapter. 19 His Eyes Tells A Dark Story

That night I lay down in bed after taking a shower and changing my bandages with the help of Mom. The school let me off for the next couple of days in order to recover. The girls have been suspended for the next three months.

I feel tears begin to collect in my eyes, wondering what I do to deserve this. I'm so use to being mistreated by my peers for years and having to defend myself in one way or another. When will it stop?. Closing my dark brown eyes, my tears slip down my cheeks only to crystalize and time to tiny diamonds soon after as I drift off to sleep.

I see the familiar dark clouded skies above me. Lightening strikes across the sky, but instead of being surrounded by barren wasteland and dead trees I am surrounded by greenery, foliage and flowers. Lots and lots of pretty flowers of different shapes, colors and sizes. There are flowers that I don't recognize and don't look native to any continent on earth. They have an otherworldly glow to them, providing light to the dark. I reach my hand and touch the orange petal of a particular flower that catches my interest and it feels very soft to the touch. My aching body relaxes. I wonder if these plants give off some sort of calming property?.

While distracted by the extravagant scenery before me I don't hear footsteps behind me approaching until I sense a familiar presence approaching me, causing me to tense up in fear. The air around me grows cold. Vicious and cruelty mingle together in a dance, but strangely there also something else there I can not quite pick up. I turn around to face the darkness within the forest. From within the darkness of the plants I can see a familiar pair of  glowing sharp gold color eyes glare at me and I flinch under his gaze. He steps out from the darkness and into the little glowing light the flowers provide in all his glory.

His long silver hair sways behind him. His alabaster skin gleams under the glow of the flowers along with the all white sleeveless yukata he wears. He looks to be about a foot or two taller than me, making me feel small under him. He has an enchanting glow about him;different and otherworldly. He looks and feels like some kind of god and I can tell he's strong, his silver aura exudes nothing but raw power. His tone muscles shows years of brute training and hard work, flexing along with his movement no matter how small.

His pale hand with long sharp claw like nails reaches out toward me and out of instinct I shut my eyes, waiting for any pain but I don't feel that at all. Opening my eyes, I feel something cool place upon my cheek and it has an earthy smell to it that makes me slightly crinkle my nose. I see that in his other hand he's holding some kind of small wooden jar of medicine that so happen to be a dark green color.

'Where did that come from.?'

My gaze trails him in reluctance and curiosity, wondering why he's helping me. His frigid ancient eyes holds an old wisdom about them that speaks a story;long, dark and treacherous as he concentrates on applying the medicine.

"Why are you helping me?" I hesitantly question the stranger after my studying of his physical appearance. Didn't he threatened me the first time we met?. His cold golden sharp eyes met my confuse gaze and narrows into slits. I can't help but flinch away from him in fear, internally regretting the question. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him that.

"Don't ask such ridiculous questions" He coldly growls, the dark tone he holds causes me to once again flinch. He inhales deeply, calming himself.

"I will reward you for your obedience, for now remain quiet while I treat your injuries"

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The very next afternoon Kurama comes over to check in on Winter.

"Hello Shuichi. She's upstairs in bed, awake. She's the last door to the left. You can't miss it" Winter Mom, Janet says as she lets him into the house. He takes off his shoes and leaves them by the door. She notice that in one hand he's carrying a banquet of pink roses and a small stack of papers in the other.

"Is that for her?" She asks as her smile widen in excitement.

"Yes they are. I know she that her favorite color is pink and that she likes flowers very much and wanted to give these to her. I hope they'll make her feel a little bit better"

"I'm sure they will"

He thank the older woman and walks up the stairs. When he makes it in front of her door he proceeds to knock on it.

"Come in" He hear her familiar voice call from the other side. He opens the door and notice her face instantly light up from seeing him. He don't know why but knowing that his presence makes her instantly happy makes him feel good.

"Oh hello Shuichi" She greets with a smile he has grown to become quite fond of.

"Hello Winter, how have you been so far?" He asks as he walks inside.

"I've been great, after last night I'm feeling much better. Oh have a seat" She says as she gestures to the chair.

He pulls out the chair from her desk and sits down. This is his first time in her room and he glances around. He see posters of various flowers, video games/Anime characters and bands, such as Megallica on her wall. On her ceiling are glow in the dark stars scatter across. Her headboard, bed sheets, nightstand and computer are a shade of pastel pink. She mentioned to him before that it's her favorite color.

Overall this room represents her well. Unique and interesting.

"Hey are those for...me?" She asks, gesturing toward the roses. Her brown eyes beams in happiness. It radiates off her in waves and Kurama can't help but smile. He hands them to her, which she gently takes.

"Yes they are, I assumed they would make you feel a bit better since you like flowers"

"Thank, I never had someone give me flowers before" She replies and smell the flowers "They smell great and they're so pretty, I need to put them in water later on so they won't wither away as quickly"

"I'm glad they make you happy" He says, earning himself a big smile his way. He's glad he picked them out, he made sure that each and every flower were the best ones in the garden.

Just about thirty minutes earlier Kurama picked those roses for her. He remember his mother walking outside and stepping into the garden. She was worried about him since she heard what happened to Winter at school and he didn't seem to be in the best of moods. He think she wouldn't notice but Shiori knew her son well and knows when he's upset.

"Shuichi, what are you doing?" She asked, noticing her son kneeling down by the rose bushes cutting up the plants with the plant scissors. Said boy look up at his mother, giving her his undivided attention and he lightly smiled toward her.

"Just cutting some roses is all, Do you think she will like these mother?" He asked, showing her the vibrant red roses. She smiled, noticing a change in her son that he has yet to discovered.

"I'm sure she'll love them, let me just go and get the wrapper and i'll wrap these up for you so you can give them to her"

He scans her face and see the bruises have lessen considerably, in an unnatural way, so of course he grows suspicious.

"I've brought your homework so that you wouldn't fall behind" He hands the school work to her.

"Thanks Shuichi, that's so kind of you" She smiles as she takes the papers and place them beside her. His eyes however remains fixate on her as they slightly narrow at the healing wounds on her face. His keen nose picks up a scent from the wounds that concerns him.

"How are your wounds?" He inquires.

"They doing fine actually, I can barely feel them at all" She responds with a small smile.

"That's reassuring to hear" He nods. Her brown eyes grow concern, noticing his aura spiking.

"Hey Shuichi, is something wrong?" She questions in concern.

His keen sense of smell can easily pick up faint traces of his demonic energy on her. He is even more confuse wondering why. He doesn't remember much about his dream last night but did see flashes of her face here or there. He assume he had the dream just because he went to sleep restlessly worried about her. Ever since he made the decision to live his life as a human when he was just a nine year old child he hasn't focused on his demonic side at all. He can feel her concern growing the longer he remains silent. He needs to ease her worries and so he gives her a reassure smile.

"No nothing at all"