"Obsession" - A Yu*Yu*Hakusho Fanfic 10.12.1999 finished 3.46 pm by Laura Christian aka Cyberian/Ciel arisugawa.jur-@usa.net Disclaimer: Yu*Yu*Hakusho belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi and respective companies. I own nothing, which should tell you how bad my finances are after the anime VCD buying spree I had, so take the hint and don't bother suing me. Shinokazu Kaede, Yume and Yakura Chou are entirely original creations. And no, I'm not a psychologist. No offence was intended in making this fic other than to enjoy hapless bishounen. Warning: This fic has mentions of shounen ai in it, meaning male/male relationships. It's not too strong, or overt, but if it makes you queasy, I would suggest you stop here. In the interests of speeding this along, the Author's Notes are at the bottom. ======================================================================== Doctor Shinokazu Kaede took a long, slow sip of green tea that steamed quietly in the delicate porcelain cup and closed her eyes. Leaning her head against the back of her chair, she rolled her shoulders, wincing at the tension that had built up there over the last few hours. Thank you, Kami-sama, for this small moment of peace and quiet, she sighed- Her secretary poked her head in cautiously. "Shinokazu-san?" - and moaned in defeat. She wasn't going to be allowed *any* recovery time, it seemed. Opening her eyes to the dull cream of the ceiling, she pasted a smile on her face and rolled her eyes to look at Yume without having to move her aching head. "Hai?" "Shinokazu-san, daijobu ka?" She waved off the concern limply. "Daijobu. But if I have to listen to Mrs. Takashura explain the separate attractions of all the shoes in her collection again, and why she needed *more*... The woman has enough shoes to make sure everyone in Tokyo won't go barefoot for a month. And she just bought seven more pairs. All Italian. All handmade. Altogether costing enough to buy me a whole new wardrobe." She raised herself up by sheer force of will, hands gripping the arms of her chair tightly. "Yume, life in general sometimes makes me want to strangle the life out of something. Sloooowly. Painfully. After doing something with Mrs. Takashura's 6-inch stilettos that you're probably too young to know about." Yume, seeing the too-bright, manic light in her employer's eyes, laughed nervously and backed up a little behind the door. Every time Shinokazu- sensei came out of a session with Mrs. Takashura, she would have a murderous gleam in her eye which boded ill for anything that, Kami help them, would dare to cross her in her present state of mind. "G-Gomen. But your last appointment is here. He's waiting outside now. Should I ask him to wait?" Last appointment? Kaede glanced at her schedule. Oh, right. A boy named Yakura Chou. Resigned to her fate, she put down her cup and straightened up in her chair. "No, no. I'll be fine. Send him in." Yume disappeared, only to be replaced an instant later by a teenaged boy. About sixteen, she guessed, and still wearing his school uniform, his satchel being juggled nervously from one hand to another. He had brown hair, nondescript features partially masked by a pair of glasses. It was a little difficult to concentrate on his face due to the fact that her eyes were drawn instead to the hideous shade of magenta that screamed loudly in her soothing, peaceful little office. *That has _got_ to be the ugliest school uniform I've ever seen in my life. Unforgettable shade of pink.* Flipping through her memory, she remembered that it belonged to a prestigious private school in the area. Meiou High, wasn't it? Smiling, she stood and gestured towards the sofa. "Please, have a seat, Chou-san." The boy jolted a little, flushing a shade of red that clashed painfully with his uniform, and automatically reached up to fiddle with his glasses. He stumbled over his own feet getting to the couch, and managed to blush an even brighter red. "Now..." She took a seat opposite Chou and skimmed over her notes from the phone call his mother had made to her yesterday. Ah, yes... Yakura Kaoru had been frantic, panicked. She had had to waste ten minutes on the phone calming the woman down. Something about her son being obsessed and gay and how he would shame the family name... Kaede grimaced a little in her mind. Homophobic, apparently, as was such in many Asian societies. Chou shifted, restless with the manic energy of youth, and with an unexpectedly deep voice coming from such an ordinary-looking boy, spoke up. "A-ano... Shinokazu-san. I-I think I know why I'm here and...," he fiddled with his glasses again in what Kaede was sure was a nervous habit,"I think it might be easier if I just... ah, showed you." This was... unexpected. Very few of her patients were willing to admit their 'problem'. She smiled, encouraging him. "Go right ahead, Chou- san." Chou's face lit up and he began digging into his bag. "Yatta!," he murmured and drew out a thick brown envelope. He offered it to Kaede with a shy smile. "You see... okaa-san was worried because she found this. Open it." The thread on the envelope was meticulously tied and she hefted the packet a little as she released it. It was heavy, thick... papers, maybe? The envelope opened easily under her fingers and its contents spilled out onto her lap. They were photographs. A little puzzled, she wondered what photography had to do with what his mother had told her yesterday... until she realized that the photographs were of only one subject. Picking one up, she studied it closely. It was hard, at first, to tell whether the person was a boy or a girl, but the boy's uniform settled it pretty quickly. The red hair was long, luxuriant, streaming down past his shoulders. Pale, soft skin against the red made a dazzling contrast, along with deep emerald-green eyes. The boy was wearing the same uniform as Chou, she noted, sorting through the pictures, which appeared to have been taken in school. He was reading in a library in one, eating in another, laughing, talking, writing on a board... and a few shots, recently taken from the date on the bottom of the picture of him at home, gardening, in casual clothes, with a group of friends. The boy was certainly one of the most beautiful people she had seen in her life, and, with a flash of realization, she understood why Yakura Kaoru had been so upset. "You see, that's my sempai... His name is Minamino Shuuichi and he's in my school, that's Meiou High and he's beautiful, isn't he? He's smart, too and athletic, and he loves botany... he handles the club at school..." Ah... naruhodo. Chou's words were spilling out, one over another, barely taking time to breathe as he picked up one picture after another, explaining where and when this picture had been taken, oh, and that one wasn't very good because he had run out of film and had had to use a disposable, but wasn't it pretty? His face was shining, as though from some great relief, a weight off his shoulders, and he beamed at her. He was seeing her now as someone who understood him, whom he had shown his secret, starved for anyone to talk to. Shinokazu Kaede heaved a small sigh and got down to work. ======================================================================== Chou kicked at a can as he walked, bag slung despondently over his shoulder. He had been happy, so happy that he had found someone to talk to about Minamino-sempai, someone who would understand. But Shinokazu- san had instead spent their time talking about how his 'obsession' had begun and how he might stop 'stalking' Minamino-sempai. She couldn't understand, no one could, not even that bunch of idiots in school who just followed _him_ around like puppies. His feelings for Minamino- sempai were _more_ than that, they were pure and~ Yakura Chou lost his train of thought as he tripped over something and found himself kissing concrete. "Chikusho..." Grumbling, he picked himself up and shoved at his glasses which had come askew in his reintroduction to the laws of gravity. He grabbed at his schoolbag, frantic, and relaxed only when he saw that the pictures weren't crushed. He scowled, remembering the number of promises he had had to make Shinokazu-san just to get those back. In his preoccupation, Chou only began to notice the shadow looming over him in small increments. He noticed the feet first, clad in black, and in a kind of dark fascination, he followed the legs up into a very angry face. There wasn't all that much for him to notice, the child could only have been five feet tall, but nonetheless, Chou felt a sense of impending doom. It was not eased by the fiery red eyes, the likes of which he had never seen before, glaring down at him. "Hn." The kid removed his foot from where he had planted it directly in Chou's path and grabbed his shirt roughly, hauling him up until they were eye to eye. He had a surprisingly deep voice for such a young boy. "Listen up, baka ningen." Chou began to sweat profusely as the child removed an extremely sharp katana from a scabbard around his waist and waved it in his face. He looked around frantically, the park was deserted this late in the day, and they were on one of the lesser paths anyway, obscured on all sides by sakura trees. He whimpered as the... the _thing_ holding him shook him a little to make sure he was paying attention. Chou wondered, wild- eyed, whether he was about to die here and now, killed by a psycho kid wielding a katana among sakura trees. Oh yeah, he thought hysterically wouldn't _that_ make great headlines. "I want you to stop stalking Kur- Minamino Shuuichi around." "WHAT!?" There was that damn word again, stalking. He _wasn't_ stalking Minamino-sempai! He wasn't making weird phone calls to his house or... well, that was only a few times during the summer when school was out... "You heard me. Stop following Minamino Shuuichi around, or..." The demon that had a death grip on his shirt smiled, showing the terrified Chou sharp little canines that could be called fangs and placed the katana delicately against Chou's neck. He gulped, unable to stop himself, and a thin line of blood appeared where his skin had split. "Omae wa korosu. Ku- Shuuichi is _mine_, do you understand me? I kill you if you go near him again." The red eyes burned psychotically, with a hellish light. "Hai- hai! Wakatta! Wakatta! Onegai, don't kill me! DON'T KILL ME!!" "Hn." It let go of Chou and picked up the envelope that had fallen onto the ground. Chou scrambled away from him desperately, not wasting time to get up properly and resembling a crab as he scuttled away on all fours. When he turned back fearfully, the demon was gone. ======================================================================== "Hiei?" Kurama leaned out of his window and peered into the branches of the tree. "What?" "Aren't you coming in? It looks like it's gonna rain..." "Hn." The fire demon balanced on the branch and stared at Kurama, who smiled winningly at him. "I'll be fine." The smile grew wider. "Are you sure? We've got sweet snow and 'Kaasan and the others are out tonight." He paused to consider this. "And that green stuff? With that?" "Hai. I made sure to get mint chocolate chip for you." "I'll be right there. There's something I have to do first." A grin, a wink. "I'll be waiting." On that flirtatious note, the kitsune disappeared back inside. "Hn." Drawing out the envelope he had taken from the ningen today from under his cloak, Hiei blew out a breath and thanked Enma Daiou that Kurama hadn't seen him with it. He gently slid the pictures he had been looking at back into the envelope and burrowed among the leaves, finding a small, dry hollow he could hide it in until he could slip away to the Makai and put it in his den. Like a rare and precious gem, he covered it carefully with leaves to make sure it would stay perfectly dry until the storm passed and gave it a last, parting pat before he went to join his best friend in the kitchen. ======================================================================== Author's Notes: I swear before Enma Daiou that if I have stolen someone's idea, I didn't mean to. This was entirely inspired by the Arina Toshimi doushinji "The Secret Minamino Fanclub" at the YYH Djs in English at Aestheticism.Com http://www.aestheticism.net/yyhdjs/general/g_frames.html maintained by people who I worship for bringing such wonderful doushinjis to a deprived anime fan. I have tried my best to catch any grammatical and/or spelling errors in this fic, since to not do so would be hypocritical (>_<) and Sue-chan would kill me, but if I have missed anything, contact me, onegai, at either arisugawa.jur-@usa.net or cyberia-@thevortex.com. Oh, and if anyone manages to catch the two anime I'm referring to in the nick "Cyberian", mail me. One should be easy enough, just read it aloud, and all I'm going to say about the other is that it's a scifi anime I adore. ::Laura Christian aka Ciel:: The co-maintainer of the Anime Fanfic Writer's Centre, dedicated as a shrine to fanfiction and fanfic writers. http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Palace/6042/