Another Day that May Only be a Dream KuramaxOC

Chapter 20: Sinhalese, Curiosity, and Animosity?

Another Day that May only be a Dream, Kurama x Oc Fan-fiction Story

By: ~Pinkbun17~

Edited last: 12/12/20

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, there would be more episodes!

Thought format:

Youko's Thoughts: ^Enter some sort of text here. ^

Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *Put in some more text here too! *

Inner thoughts of other characters: 'I've been craving coffee.'

NEWLY ADDED! Sinhalese is a REAL language and comes from Sri Lanka!

Anything said in Sinhalese: "Why do you ask so many questions?!"

To keep in mind (Non-spirit lab-related):

The Anrokku Isei of pain [ An-roku-Is-hi] (Unlock the power of pain): An evil, rare, powerful, tiny red seed. Used by the demon enemy Aiden against Aisha. The seed forces any dormant abilities to awaken but also awakens the ugliest of irrational emotions. Pain, fear, hate, and anger only allow its host's mental destruction to grow at a faster rate. Side effects vary species to species however include weakness, dizziness, headaches, confusion, vomiting, internal bleeding, burns, consistent bleeding, permanent psychological damage, and death.

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Chapter 20: Sinhalese, Curiosity, and Animosity?

(DAY ONE) 7:58 pm

Kurama's POV:

"Hey Kurama, have you seen my backpack?" Aisha asks.

"Don't worry; it's right here, though it's still damp." I hand it to her from its original leaning position against the bed.

She unzips a smaller compartment pulling out her gray cellphone, which fails to turn on.

"Damn it...the rain must have killed it..." She mutters, not looking pleased.

"Would you like to use mine?" I inquire and hand over my cellphone.

She nods and utters thanks.

After hearing six or so unanswered rings, I then propose; "You know I can give you a ride home, though in this weather I don't think it would be very safe to leave just yet.

"I think I'll wait, I'm sure she must be sleeping or something." Aisha remarks, trying to smile, but it's clear she's saddened and worried.

"I understand you're concerned, but I'm sure she's alright. Now, why don't we order some food? I'm sure you're famished."

She perks up, and chirps, "That sounds awesome right now, what are ya thinking of getting?"

"Is there something you're craving?"

"Dude, anything would be good right now...though I feel guilty since I don't have any money."

"It's not an issue, it'll be my treat."

She hesitates for a moment, but I convince her it's alright.

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As we finish up our pizza, she blurts out; "Damn it! Dulvan probably hasn't eaten anything today."

"Who's Dulvan?"

"He's my youngest sibling. I actually have three of them. He's nearly 2, and he's a picky ass eater. I normally feed him after school, and if I don't, he'll starve himself. He refuses to eat with my mother, and my dad's at work pretty late."