Another Day that May Only be a Dream KuramaxOC

Chapter 9: Misery and Torment VS Sanity and Courage Part I

Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC

By: ~Pinkbun17~

Re-edited:5/22/20

***Warnings of gore, violence, and dark lime.

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH but would so like to! Does anyone want to buy the rights for me? :D

Youko's Thoughts: ^What exactly is a Domo? ^

Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *I'm not really sure to be quite honest here. *

Inner thoughts of other characters: 'Domo you ask? It's a toasted pillow of cuteness!' ^^

Mini recap:(Since I haven't updated in a long time): Kurama was trying to explain/apologize to Aisha after messing up badly from threatening her, thinking she was an evil demon but was unable to get to her. Kurama ends up facing an enemy that appears to look just like him! And that fake Kurama leaves him for dead! Aisha has been kidnapped by Imposter Kurama and was chased, beaten, and drugged by him, even as she lost consciousness, she curses him thinking he's the Kurama she thought she knew and loved...Guess again!

Chapter 9: Misery and Torment VS Sanity and Courage Part I

Aisha's POV:

The taste of dirt and blood, a blaring headache that is hammering away like a woodpecker who just found a juicy insect, and the sensation of sharp pain "stabs" me the moment my eyes flicker open. Quickly, I recall being beaten and kidnapped, worse off by a crazy bi-polar demon Kurama... I'm totally screwed.

I take a crack at forcing myself to move but my body screams out in agony. My foggy mind senses that my arms are bound together in the back, while my legs are practically glued together. I'm lying on something that feels like a mattress, and it smells awful, kind of like rotting cheese. Rotating my head around, the off-white popcorn ceiling blares at me, reminding me of a mental hospital; there is trash astray everywhere, and the faint scent of blood clobbers my nose. My stomach is twisting in panic, begging to toss up its contents.

As I struggle to free myself, I wonder, was that really some demon truth serum? Or just some crazy-ass knock out poison from this freak's garden?!

'Maybe he randomly dug it out the ground or something...' I stupidly think to myself.

Realizing I can't do anything right now, I begin regarding my surroundings more, and something to my right just adds to my new growing list of fears.

One of my favorite Yu Yu Hakusho posters that had gone missing two weeks ago is staring back at me, ruined.

I had gotten the poster over the summer when I visited one of my friends (Ran) who moved to Las Vegas, Nevada after we graduated from eighth grade. Ran had pointed it out, and I went crazy with joy, and I bought it with the remaining of my spending money, and it was worth every penny. Ran even joked that she found my new best friend.