Another Day that May Only be a Dream KuramaxOC

Chapter 22: Ghostly Reminders & A Red-Headed Apparition

Another day that may only be a dream, A KuramaXOC

By: ~Pinkbun17~

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and if I did, I would not be here writing this little story.

Edited Last: 12/13/20

Story Format as always:

Youko's Thoughts: ^Insert annoying comment here ^

Kurama speaking to Youko in his head/his own thoughts: *Insert complaint about said annoying comment. *

Inner thoughts of other characters: 'Have you tried Pineapple Matcha? It's sooo good!'

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

A Few Inventions from the Spirit Lab! (Really my creations...-cue evil laugh)

Detection Plant: Yet another device that Kurama has created, basically a hybrid of your typical human Ficus and demon plant. This plant upholds the ability to detect negative demon or spirit energy. Is also useful as a pet or guard "dog" and can communicate with whom it chooses.

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 22: Ghostly Reminders & A Red-Headed Apparition

(DAY ONE) 8:50 pm

Aisha's POV:

'If he hates me, he'll leave me alone then.'

I admit I feel guilty treating Kurama like that, but he needs to stay away from me. I don't need anyone meddling into my shitty problems...I have enough on my plate as it is. I tread quietly as I can to the window of our apartment. Through it, I spot my mother lazing on the living room couch, asleep in front of the TV.

'Thank god! Cranky hag is napping!'

Jamming the purple skull key into the lock, I sneak past her, into the master bedroom, and tiptoe to avoid waking my baby brother who's asleep in his crib. I hope he's eaten something while I was gone. Our household is a cramped, angry mess. My mother is a hoarder and it's rarely kept clean. People don't come to visit anymore; my parents have no friends and I'd rather no one from my school see how poorly we live. Aurora, my best friend is the only exception, since she knows about my home-life.

My mother is a stay-at-home mom, and my father has two jobs. He's the apartment manager and a security guard at night. He's only home during the weekends, so I don't spend much time with him. Although he manages the building, he doesn't own it. The owner did allow us three bedrooms. We have a master bedroom that belongs to my parents and brother, the second my younger sisters and I, and the third did to me. Though we didn't always have the third room around, in fact, we only got the extra space a few years ago. Long story short, this room is nicknamed the 'Ghost Room'. Why you might ask? Well for starters, nearly every night something illogical happens.