Yu Yu Hakusho Fan-fiction. Kurama/YoukoxOC
Fiction is thought to be means of an escape, but reality is as firm as jello. Life's complexity just might have another idea in mind and for this depressed girl, blessings can deform to curses. A certain...
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, if I did; it would a freakin' dream come true.
Youko's Thoughts:^Something Something. ^
Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts:*Please stop commenting so much, Youko. *
Inner thoughts of other characters:'If there's a will, there's a way!'
Re-edited Last: 12/11/20
Chapter 7: Attacked by a Bi-polar Kurama...? Part II
(DAY ONE)
Aisha's POV:
‧̍̊˙·𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊‧̍̊˙·𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊
As the two of us seat ourselves in our usual spots in the single desk rows of lameness; the red-headed devil strolls in and hands the Asian teacher a thin yellow slip of paper. I don't sense any malice this time around, and he calmly seats himself next to Mizzy, while I'm sitting behind her. I can't help but gasp mentally at how close the monster is to me.
This math class sucks big time, but it's more amusing than the class I was in previously. I despise math with a passion and the idiots in this class aren't helping me place forth much effort. By default, freshmen and new students typically take this course (like English 1).
The kids in my class speedily fill the room with useless chatter and begin tossing things back and forth across the classroom, I can see the worry and anger already forming on the teacher's face, but he pretends not to notice the racket.
The mean fox steals a glance at me, and I shift my eyes away, pretending to stare out the foggy window, even though it's on the other side of the damn classroom.
'Gotta keep my calm...keep my calm...I wonder if he'll try to force me to "confess" to being a demon when I'm not one...' My train of thought smashes into a thousand meaningless pieces (just imagine a dreadful train wreck) as a ridiculous and perverted question blares out.
"Hey Cutie! Boxers, briefs, or...*giggles* are you going commando?" Libby, an attractive, small Mexican flirt teases the rigid stone-face Shuichi. Said chick is actually pretty nice but is openly perverted...and sits right next to me. I gasp out a laugh, and my mouth locks into an open mouth smile. A clatter of pink painted wood hits the ground and rolls under Kurama's seat...my pencil!
Coolly he responds to Libby with a slight smile upon his face. "I believe that is personal information that I cannot give to you."
Nearly the entire class roars and shrieks in utter hilarity, and of course Mizzy is included! I'm just about to hoot my head off until, Shuichi turns around and hands me my pencil. I tug the pencil and he releases it slowly, smirking. I gawk at him for a moment, he seriously looked hot...but just...what the hell was that?
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