Chapter 5: Mistaken for a demon?

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Another Day that May Only Be A Dream, KuramaXOC Fan-fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, but if I did it, everyone would be paired up with someone. :P And all would have great endings. ^^

-Readers Take a quick look!-

Youko's Thoughts: ^Open your eyes, perhaps you will find something worth risking again. ^

Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *I don't think so Youko. *

Inner thoughts of other characters: 'I'm really craving some sushi right now...too bad all I got is Corn Nuts.' -.-

Last Re-edited: 5/22/20

Chapter 5: Mistaken for a demon?

(DAY ONE)

Kurama's POV:

"Thanks Kur- Shuichi!" She seems to stumble with my name, once again it sounds as if she is about to say my demon one...

*This has happened one too many times...How would she know...? Could she be the half-demon....? *

Quickly, changing the subject, she giggles nervously and hands me her indigo book.

*She smells purely human...*

"Please don't show any dumbos." She grins and points towards the boys shaking in terror. I nod and begin reading, observing her from the corner of my eyes.

Move on-Poem By: Aisha D.

Dissatisfied emotions forfeit the anguish

Gorge the guilty and conceal the innocent

Inanimate whispers fragmented and missing

Reflect and mimic your wicked doings

Disregard and slice stupid society

Obedient lying and false grace

So, the world shows its true darkness

Regardless, it's best to move on.

"Wow... it's very forlorn and... complex, are you sure you wish to show this to me?" I enquiry her.

*She deserves praise for her work, other than a few minor errors here and there. *

Surprisingly, she's written some fairly beautiful pieces of poetry.

Mask of One-Poem by Aisha D.

Was I aware of it at first?

The heavy baggage that it carried...?

Feeling of exile, its sinister smile glaring; mocking me so

A disruption of my tranquility; catastrophic ghosts concealing their true demeanor

Not one word of concern ever wept my little way

An interval of time permitted itself to be of unimportance

Immune to flaws; yet imperfection quivered in its path

Bewildering as it was, I never did notice its power, its strength

In its pity and sorrow, I was caged

Wandered around aimlessly, only to crash constantly.

Refuse to understand deny all its signs

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