Disclaimer: If I did own Yu Yu Hakusho, this would not be a fan fic, this
would be a multi-million dollar movie.
Note: This is a/u (alternate universe). What currently is going on is that Kuramas stepbrother, Shuiichi, has lung cancer. For every one who does not know, later on in the series, Shiori gets married, and in short, Kurama gets a younger stepbrother. Who smokes. In sake of the fic, I am going to stop explaining there. Oh, and also. Do not take some things as hard-core facts.
Note number 2: Okay, so, there are two guys living in the same house with the same name, right? Luckily, their names are spelled differently. Kuramas is spelled Shuichi and his little brother is Shuiichi.
'bla bla' thoughts * * Actions
'How easily life can enter the world, and how forcefully it can be taken away. I never thought I would be here for this reason. I would love the thought of it just being a dream, not harsh reality. But, I tell my self, that will be when the biblical angels and devils kiss.'
Chapter One: Color my Mask of Faded Dreams.
Torrent clouds arched leisurely across a sky, blanketing everything beneath it with a shadow. The sun tried its best to plummet rays of light through the clouds, but the sun did not succeed.
A white sheer curtain on a wooden drapery rod billowed as a gust of wind moved it forcefully out of the way to send an un-wanted chill in the room. It also lifted up random pieces of lined paper almost like they were only the winds toys to play with.
Droplets of water fell from the sky and plummeted to the ground with some trees catching them in sprawled out branches that were decorated with full, deep dark green leaves.
(A/N: The above ^ was how I found my room when I returned home from school, lovely eh?)
~§~
Wisps of chilling spring breeze played joyfully with strands of red hair, as if it was a cat's toy. A slim hand reached up to push them back, out of fresh salty tear trails.
A round rock skipped out joyfully across the glass-like pond surface, then sunk in the murky depths.
"Shuichi?" A voice called out in the cheery back garden of the hospital.
Kuramas head flew up as soon as he heard his name, and wiped his face, even though he could not conceal his red eyes. He heard his mothers' soft footsteps on the ground, and looked up from where he was sitting on the grassy ponds edge.
"Quite nice out here." Shiori commented as she sat down next to her son on the soft grass.
"Yes, it is." Kurama answered softly, still eloped in his own thoughts.
"Ohh, don't be so sad Shuichi, he will get better." Shiori said lovingly as she hugged Kurama.
Kurama easily falsified a smile to agree as he leaned his head on his mothers shoulder. But deep down in his heart, and in his mind. He knew the chapter was not going to turn out into a young child's storybook ending.
~§~
White and blue, everywhere. White walls, white and blue speckled vinyl tile, blue sheets and pillowcases, blue counters, and steel doorknobs. It was an interior designers living hell.
Large, fearful brown eyes turned into slits under the influence of burning pain that was rushing through his veins like wild fire, "Where is my mom, my brother?" He managed to gasp out through clenched teeth.
"Out side, they will be in soon dear." A nurse reassured Shuiichi and checked the bag that held the liquid that was dripping into Shuiichi IV.
Shuiichi closed his eyes and sighed. Then, he stared at the white ceiling. His eyes slid off the ceiling and down to the needle that was taped down on his arm. He had gotten use to the needle being in his arm, even though it was un-comfortable, but it was necessary of him to live.
~§~
"What are you thinking?" Shiori asked her silent son as she twirled a piece of his red hair on her finger.
"Every thing and nothing." Kurama started, thinking on how to phase his thoughts, "I just think it is unusual that someone can get lung cancer so quickly. It is true that his immune system is weak, but."
"I would have to agree," Shiori then wiped her eye quickly, "But I have faith that he is going to live. Medicine is very advanced in today's world. Well, I am going to check on Shuiichi."
Kurama lifted his head off of his mothers shoulder and then looked up at her, "I am going to stay out her for a while longer, if you don't mind."
Shiori smiled sadly, "Sure." And reached down and ruffled his hair and managed to get a chuckle out of her brooding son, and then left Kurama in his own thoughts.
*Flash Back*
"Yes Koenma-sama?" Kurama asked as he entered the strangely colored room that held a large desk that was piled high with papers.
"This is about your stepbrother, I assume you know where I am going?"
Kurama bowed his head as he stood in front of the toddler-appearing demi- god, "You do not approve of any action I want to take to help him. This is the natural coarse of life and it goes where it has to go." Kurama answered.
"And I believe you also thoroughly understand what action I will have to take if you do any thing?" Koenma asked shifting around in his large chair.
"Yusuke will be forced to kill me." Kurama answered emotionlessly.
*End Flash Back*
Kurama sighed and tilted his head back, watching the dreary gray clouds pass over the sky, and then letting his eyes cloud over, letting his mind awash him with a tidal wave of thoughts and 'what ifs'.
~§~
'Oh, how many times I have looked at that knife or gun, and think how easy it could be, to end it all, end all the pain, end all the suffering. It would be simple, too simple. Just to end it all. I am wasting away as it is.' Shuiichi thought bleakly as his gaze fell upon the needle that was still in his arm.
*******************
"How are you feeling honey?" Shiori asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the car.
"Tired." Shuiichi answered simply.
"Is there any thing you need?" Shiori asked concerned.
"Something sweet would be nice." Shuiichi grinned.
Kurama and Shiori laughed lightly at the remark that was typical of Shuiichi. Shiori turned her attention on her other son, seeing on how sullen he was acting, "Would you like any thing when I go out to the store after I drop you two off?"
"Nothing really, thank you." Kurama answered automatically as he was gazing out the window.
"Are you sure?" Shiori asked, her eyes glancing back in the rear-view mirror for a second.
"I am fine, thanks." Kurama answered, looking back at his mother, smiling the best he could even with the thoughts his mind was holding.
"Okay then, if you change your mind, call me, alright?"
"Yes, mother."
"Hey, Shuichi, do you want to play chess? I will beat you THIS time!!!" Shuiichi asked as his mom parked out side of their house.
"Sure, just don't wipe me across the floor harshly." Kurama said as his usual retort when his younger brother asked if he would play any game. Seeing Shuiichi brightening up, a little light started to glow inside of Kurama again.
"Play nice boys. And Shuichi, don't forget to remind him to take his medicine." Shiori called as Shuiichi shut the door on the car.
"I will, don't worry."
"Thank you! Love you both!"
"Love you" The two brothers said in unison and walked inside the house.
~§~
After Kurama prolonged the game of chess, hinting at every opening that he left open, he eventually won.
"Checkmate" Kurama pronounced casually, moving his tan king into the empty space, "Maybe next time you will win."
Shuiichi stared at the checkered board, dumbfounded, looking at all of his black figurines, "What. What did you do?" He asked, letting his eyelids droop a little from exhaustion.
Kurama then leaned forward from where he was sitting on the tan carpet in his living room, and laid the board out as it had been a few moments ago, "You see, I took my king." He started, and then Shuiichi held up his hand to stop him, getting slightly annoyed.
Kurama looked up from the operation he had carefully preformed, "What is wrong?" Kurama asked.
"I don't need to go though the humiliation." Kurama herd, then. It was almost as if, he could feel his brother. sinking deeper into dark opaque depths. It was as if, a line he was grasping on to, was greased with oil.
Shuiichi was still talking, but Kurama did not notice, images started to flash through his mind, of when his brother was sick before, he could tell then, he even told him to stay home from school before, and later on, he landed in the doctors office.
"Hey? Hey! Are you there??" Shuiichi asked wearily.
Kurama blinked and his head jerked up, "Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Good game if I do say so myself."
"I guess so, but how can you get all of these strategies. When I don't even have the faintest clue what my third move should be?"
"I had a lot of practice. Oh, and don't forget to take your medicine." Kurama reminded his brother as he took off all of the small glass statues off of the board and placed them in the box.
Shuiichi yawned and placed the folded chessboard in the long box, "Okay, okay. It will just make me feel worse. And it tastes vile." He complained.
"Medicine is supposed to taste bad if it is going to work the way it is supposed too." Kurama commented, "After you take your medicine, I recommend you go take a nap, then I will help you with your homework later." Kurama offered a hand to help Shuiichi up, but he shock his head and staggered up to his feet on his own. But his body was weak, and he caught himself on Kuramas arm.
Kurama smiled weakly, but wishing desperately that he could help him. But, being killed was not going to help any one in the long run.
After Kurama checked over his shoulder to make sure that Shuiichi was going to the kitchen, he mounted the oak stairs that lead to the second floor, and eventually, he would get to his room.
************
The wind from the slightly open glass panned windows blew harshly opening white and almost pink curtains. Not caring what the wind disturbed, it winded smoothly past the polished cherry wood table, that was illuminated by several track lights that ran across the ceiling, with matching chairs. Then the wind fell to the white clean floor, over the silky maroon rug. The gust of wind then encountered cabinets of glass and cherry wood, a porcelain sink, a silver refrigerator, and then it finally ended when it hit a light, almost happy, red wall.
Another gust blew, and it encountered a person who was looking depressed and tired. It seemed like it was having in eternal argument. The hands were shaky as it opened an orange bottle that had a white cap. The persons brown eyes were glancing back and forth from a block that had handles sticking out. The boy tore his eyes away, to open a cabinet and pick up a clear glass.
The eyes kept on moving back and forth from the block that held some sort of object, and the task he was sent upon to do. The gust of wind then cheerfully played with his hair as he filled the cup with water, and then to swallow the pill nosily.
Then, the unexpected happened as another gust of wind went past the boy. The glass crashed to the floor and at the same time, so did the boy. He started sobbing like a newborn child. The wind tried to blanket him like a mother to a child, but the wind did not succeed.
The helpless boy then, not intentionally, started to get cut by the glass. The wind that continued to blow from the window, did not know what was happening. Sharp pieces of glass continued to puncture into his skin as he tied to get up, but he was too weak to get off of the floor.
The wind tried to elope the boy with calmness, but, like all the other times, it did not succeed. The gust of wind then encountered a taller boy, wearing blue pants, lavender cloth belt, and a blue shirt. He rushed over to the boy, not caring about the deep cuts he was getting in his feet, and lifted the younger boy off of the floor, and carried him to the counter, where he sat him down.
******
"What happened?" Kurama asked, focusing his full attention of analyzing his stepbrother.
"I-I don't k-know." Shuiichi managed to gasp out, "I. I am just so scared Shuichi." And he grabbed onto his brother like he was a giant teddy bear.
Kurama rubbed his back, and put an arm around him, "Every thing will be okay, don't worry." And he let his brother cry his heart out, while inside the mask Kurama composed easily, he was shattered into little pieces. All the facts came tougher all to easy for the likening of Kurama. It was as if the urban legend death shadow was slinking slyer then a cat, to his brother.
Okay, okay. I know this is going a tad bit slow, and a little fast at some parts, but this is the course I usually have to take to get my stories up and running.
Oh, one last note. I have a life, friends, and school (no job yet, don't feel like it, to darn lazy and I have every thing I want for now.) I don't know how often I will be updating, but expect bi-weekly. I do not know of any future projects, but with my Honors English teacher that I have, I would not be surprised if she said 'Class! You have to read two books, and make a speech about the book and visual aids for both books. Due by Monday of next week!'
Now that my blabbing is over, you can do some blabbing of your own. You see that nice menu down their, and that nice button? ^_^
Note: This is a/u (alternate universe). What currently is going on is that Kuramas stepbrother, Shuiichi, has lung cancer. For every one who does not know, later on in the series, Shiori gets married, and in short, Kurama gets a younger stepbrother. Who smokes. In sake of the fic, I am going to stop explaining there. Oh, and also. Do not take some things as hard-core facts.
Note number 2: Okay, so, there are two guys living in the same house with the same name, right? Luckily, their names are spelled differently. Kuramas is spelled Shuichi and his little brother is Shuiichi.
'bla bla' thoughts * * Actions
'How easily life can enter the world, and how forcefully it can be taken away. I never thought I would be here for this reason. I would love the thought of it just being a dream, not harsh reality. But, I tell my self, that will be when the biblical angels and devils kiss.'
Chapter One: Color my Mask of Faded Dreams.
Torrent clouds arched leisurely across a sky, blanketing everything beneath it with a shadow. The sun tried its best to plummet rays of light through the clouds, but the sun did not succeed.
A white sheer curtain on a wooden drapery rod billowed as a gust of wind moved it forcefully out of the way to send an un-wanted chill in the room. It also lifted up random pieces of lined paper almost like they were only the winds toys to play with.
Droplets of water fell from the sky and plummeted to the ground with some trees catching them in sprawled out branches that were decorated with full, deep dark green leaves.
(A/N: The above ^ was how I found my room when I returned home from school, lovely eh?)
~§~
Wisps of chilling spring breeze played joyfully with strands of red hair, as if it was a cat's toy. A slim hand reached up to push them back, out of fresh salty tear trails.
A round rock skipped out joyfully across the glass-like pond surface, then sunk in the murky depths.
"Shuichi?" A voice called out in the cheery back garden of the hospital.
Kuramas head flew up as soon as he heard his name, and wiped his face, even though he could not conceal his red eyes. He heard his mothers' soft footsteps on the ground, and looked up from where he was sitting on the grassy ponds edge.
"Quite nice out here." Shiori commented as she sat down next to her son on the soft grass.
"Yes, it is." Kurama answered softly, still eloped in his own thoughts.
"Ohh, don't be so sad Shuichi, he will get better." Shiori said lovingly as she hugged Kurama.
Kurama easily falsified a smile to agree as he leaned his head on his mothers shoulder. But deep down in his heart, and in his mind. He knew the chapter was not going to turn out into a young child's storybook ending.
~§~
White and blue, everywhere. White walls, white and blue speckled vinyl tile, blue sheets and pillowcases, blue counters, and steel doorknobs. It was an interior designers living hell.
Large, fearful brown eyes turned into slits under the influence of burning pain that was rushing through his veins like wild fire, "Where is my mom, my brother?" He managed to gasp out through clenched teeth.
"Out side, they will be in soon dear." A nurse reassured Shuiichi and checked the bag that held the liquid that was dripping into Shuiichi IV.
Shuiichi closed his eyes and sighed. Then, he stared at the white ceiling. His eyes slid off the ceiling and down to the needle that was taped down on his arm. He had gotten use to the needle being in his arm, even though it was un-comfortable, but it was necessary of him to live.
~§~
"What are you thinking?" Shiori asked her silent son as she twirled a piece of his red hair on her finger.
"Every thing and nothing." Kurama started, thinking on how to phase his thoughts, "I just think it is unusual that someone can get lung cancer so quickly. It is true that his immune system is weak, but."
"I would have to agree," Shiori then wiped her eye quickly, "But I have faith that he is going to live. Medicine is very advanced in today's world. Well, I am going to check on Shuiichi."
Kurama lifted his head off of his mothers shoulder and then looked up at her, "I am going to stay out her for a while longer, if you don't mind."
Shiori smiled sadly, "Sure." And reached down and ruffled his hair and managed to get a chuckle out of her brooding son, and then left Kurama in his own thoughts.
*Flash Back*
"Yes Koenma-sama?" Kurama asked as he entered the strangely colored room that held a large desk that was piled high with papers.
"This is about your stepbrother, I assume you know where I am going?"
Kurama bowed his head as he stood in front of the toddler-appearing demi- god, "You do not approve of any action I want to take to help him. This is the natural coarse of life and it goes where it has to go." Kurama answered.
"And I believe you also thoroughly understand what action I will have to take if you do any thing?" Koenma asked shifting around in his large chair.
"Yusuke will be forced to kill me." Kurama answered emotionlessly.
*End Flash Back*
Kurama sighed and tilted his head back, watching the dreary gray clouds pass over the sky, and then letting his eyes cloud over, letting his mind awash him with a tidal wave of thoughts and 'what ifs'.
~§~
'Oh, how many times I have looked at that knife or gun, and think how easy it could be, to end it all, end all the pain, end all the suffering. It would be simple, too simple. Just to end it all. I am wasting away as it is.' Shuiichi thought bleakly as his gaze fell upon the needle that was still in his arm.
*******************
"How are you feeling honey?" Shiori asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the car.
"Tired." Shuiichi answered simply.
"Is there any thing you need?" Shiori asked concerned.
"Something sweet would be nice." Shuiichi grinned.
Kurama and Shiori laughed lightly at the remark that was typical of Shuiichi. Shiori turned her attention on her other son, seeing on how sullen he was acting, "Would you like any thing when I go out to the store after I drop you two off?"
"Nothing really, thank you." Kurama answered automatically as he was gazing out the window.
"Are you sure?" Shiori asked, her eyes glancing back in the rear-view mirror for a second.
"I am fine, thanks." Kurama answered, looking back at his mother, smiling the best he could even with the thoughts his mind was holding.
"Okay then, if you change your mind, call me, alright?"
"Yes, mother."
"Hey, Shuichi, do you want to play chess? I will beat you THIS time!!!" Shuiichi asked as his mom parked out side of their house.
"Sure, just don't wipe me across the floor harshly." Kurama said as his usual retort when his younger brother asked if he would play any game. Seeing Shuiichi brightening up, a little light started to glow inside of Kurama again.
"Play nice boys. And Shuichi, don't forget to remind him to take his medicine." Shiori called as Shuiichi shut the door on the car.
"I will, don't worry."
"Thank you! Love you both!"
"Love you" The two brothers said in unison and walked inside the house.
~§~
After Kurama prolonged the game of chess, hinting at every opening that he left open, he eventually won.
"Checkmate" Kurama pronounced casually, moving his tan king into the empty space, "Maybe next time you will win."
Shuiichi stared at the checkered board, dumbfounded, looking at all of his black figurines, "What. What did you do?" He asked, letting his eyelids droop a little from exhaustion.
Kurama then leaned forward from where he was sitting on the tan carpet in his living room, and laid the board out as it had been a few moments ago, "You see, I took my king." He started, and then Shuiichi held up his hand to stop him, getting slightly annoyed.
Kurama looked up from the operation he had carefully preformed, "What is wrong?" Kurama asked.
"I don't need to go though the humiliation." Kurama herd, then. It was almost as if, he could feel his brother. sinking deeper into dark opaque depths. It was as if, a line he was grasping on to, was greased with oil.
Shuiichi was still talking, but Kurama did not notice, images started to flash through his mind, of when his brother was sick before, he could tell then, he even told him to stay home from school before, and later on, he landed in the doctors office.
"Hey? Hey! Are you there??" Shuiichi asked wearily.
Kurama blinked and his head jerked up, "Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Good game if I do say so myself."
"I guess so, but how can you get all of these strategies. When I don't even have the faintest clue what my third move should be?"
"I had a lot of practice. Oh, and don't forget to take your medicine." Kurama reminded his brother as he took off all of the small glass statues off of the board and placed them in the box.
Shuiichi yawned and placed the folded chessboard in the long box, "Okay, okay. It will just make me feel worse. And it tastes vile." He complained.
"Medicine is supposed to taste bad if it is going to work the way it is supposed too." Kurama commented, "After you take your medicine, I recommend you go take a nap, then I will help you with your homework later." Kurama offered a hand to help Shuiichi up, but he shock his head and staggered up to his feet on his own. But his body was weak, and he caught himself on Kuramas arm.
Kurama smiled weakly, but wishing desperately that he could help him. But, being killed was not going to help any one in the long run.
After Kurama checked over his shoulder to make sure that Shuiichi was going to the kitchen, he mounted the oak stairs that lead to the second floor, and eventually, he would get to his room.
************
The wind from the slightly open glass panned windows blew harshly opening white and almost pink curtains. Not caring what the wind disturbed, it winded smoothly past the polished cherry wood table, that was illuminated by several track lights that ran across the ceiling, with matching chairs. Then the wind fell to the white clean floor, over the silky maroon rug. The gust of wind then encountered cabinets of glass and cherry wood, a porcelain sink, a silver refrigerator, and then it finally ended when it hit a light, almost happy, red wall.
Another gust blew, and it encountered a person who was looking depressed and tired. It seemed like it was having in eternal argument. The hands were shaky as it opened an orange bottle that had a white cap. The persons brown eyes were glancing back and forth from a block that had handles sticking out. The boy tore his eyes away, to open a cabinet and pick up a clear glass.
The eyes kept on moving back and forth from the block that held some sort of object, and the task he was sent upon to do. The gust of wind then cheerfully played with his hair as he filled the cup with water, and then to swallow the pill nosily.
Then, the unexpected happened as another gust of wind went past the boy. The glass crashed to the floor and at the same time, so did the boy. He started sobbing like a newborn child. The wind tried to blanket him like a mother to a child, but the wind did not succeed.
The helpless boy then, not intentionally, started to get cut by the glass. The wind that continued to blow from the window, did not know what was happening. Sharp pieces of glass continued to puncture into his skin as he tied to get up, but he was too weak to get off of the floor.
The wind tried to elope the boy with calmness, but, like all the other times, it did not succeed. The gust of wind then encountered a taller boy, wearing blue pants, lavender cloth belt, and a blue shirt. He rushed over to the boy, not caring about the deep cuts he was getting in his feet, and lifted the younger boy off of the floor, and carried him to the counter, where he sat him down.
******
"What happened?" Kurama asked, focusing his full attention of analyzing his stepbrother.
"I-I don't k-know." Shuiichi managed to gasp out, "I. I am just so scared Shuichi." And he grabbed onto his brother like he was a giant teddy bear.
Kurama rubbed his back, and put an arm around him, "Every thing will be okay, don't worry." And he let his brother cry his heart out, while inside the mask Kurama composed easily, he was shattered into little pieces. All the facts came tougher all to easy for the likening of Kurama. It was as if the urban legend death shadow was slinking slyer then a cat, to his brother.
Okay, okay. I know this is going a tad bit slow, and a little fast at some parts, but this is the course I usually have to take to get my stories up and running.
Oh, one last note. I have a life, friends, and school (no job yet, don't feel like it, to darn lazy and I have every thing I want for now.) I don't know how often I will be updating, but expect bi-weekly. I do not know of any future projects, but with my Honors English teacher that I have, I would not be surprised if she said 'Class! You have to read two books, and make a speech about the book and visual aids for both books. Due by Monday of next week!'
Now that my blabbing is over, you can do some blabbing of your own. You see that nice menu down their, and that nice button? ^_^