Puberty
by Bulma Briefs
Standard disclaimers. Yoshihiro Togashi-sama created these wonderful characters. Not me, just having fun twisting them around. Don’t sue me, no money… I am still struggling to save money to buy more YYH CD’s. haha… ^_^
A light tinge on yaoi… well, ok yaoi. But no lemon scene yet… Well, ok, nothing too graphic. And enjoy!
A fanfic by ~> Bulma briefs
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Puberty
/ The touch was soft. Smooth, slick from sweat. The temperature was a few degrees higher. Foreheads were beaded with sweat. Moans were heard, music to the ears. The dance, was in multiple rhythm. Slow at first, then fast, then slow… /
Kurama woke up. He hated this. His body was turning odd nowadays. He was getting odd dreams every night. He hated this so much that he had to wake up an hour earlier to clean up the mess on the bed. Why was it him who would have to suffer this? He was only 15 for Inari’s sake!
Kaasan was another thing to think about. He was having this and kaasan was having heart attacks now and then. As if one thing isn’t enough to make his head crack.
:… Damn that dream …: Kurama cursed inwardly as he gathered the messy bed sheets. Even his pillow had the stain. Inari… if his mother somehow managed to find out, he’ll swear he’ll kill himself. He thanked Inari silently as his mother was still in hospital. No one in the house to know what was happening to him.
Slowly, he took the sticky, smelly, yucky, dirty bed sheets to the laundry room. He took the big bundle step by step, carefully not to trip over and drop those sticky stuff on the floor. After putting it all in the washing machine, he went back to his room. Locked the door behind him.
He glanced at the clock. 6.00 am. Another good half an hour before he should officially wake up. He sighed and lied on the naked bed. That boy in his dreams. He wanted to remember him, but it seems do distant.
Kurama concentrated. He closed his eyes and thought, hard. Finally the image came back. That mysterious sweet boy. A boy with dark youki. When did he last saw him? 6 years ago? :… yeah, and I should have forgotten him already …: But sometimes he could feel that same youki wondering around. Normally, Kurama would just think that it was his imagination.
He often heard his friends talking about this thing he was having now. Called a puberty or something like that he remembered. They always tell him stories about their dreams. And it was about having ‘you-know-what’ with a woman. But his was different. That boy wasn’t a woman. He’s a boy. Does that count as getting in a puberty stage?
He was horrified at the first time. Those white stuff. So sticky and slick. That dream… Inari… he hoped this would end fast! But he had heard that this puberty would hunt you until you get married. And that doesn’t sound too good, but he can’t stand this anymore!
And why was he having those dreams with that boy he had seen a few years ago. The possibilities of having to see him again was practically 0.1%. and if he goes on like this, he’ll die sooner than he’d thought. Maybe he’d turn cuckoo.
Kaasan was in a very critical condition, or so the doctor said. He felt so hopeless that he can’t do anything to help. And he had no one to tell his problems to. He cursed himself for that. Kaasan who had cared for him since he was born in Ningenkai. And he can’t even do anything to make her better.
Suddenly his eyes drifted off to the digital calendar. He blinked, it was a Saturday. Why would he bother waking up so early? He should be sleeping for another good 3 hours more. Puberty, maybe that’s why he can’t differentiate between a schooling day and a weekend. It’s driving him crazy, no more than crazy… Insane…
He tried to close his eyes and sleep, but his bed was hard and it didn’t felt welcoming at all.
He leaned against the wall, knees up to his chest. Trying to find a way with his 500 year old kitsune brain. To solve his problems and kaasan’s problems.
Suddenly there was a knock at the window. Kurama blinked, was he imagining things or what? He shook his head and went back to try and sleep. The sound came back. This time it pounded, not knocked at the window. Kurama opened his eyes and picked up his bearings.
With his bearings steady, he walked over to the window. Nothing in Ningenkai would want to come to his room by the window. He could sensed a youki. But he was too tired to recognise who’s youki was that.
Kurama recklessly opened the window and it nearly knock the thing outside in the process. Kurama blinked a few more times and looked at the being outside his window. It was still dark outside and his room wasn’t lighted. No lights to help him to recognise the creature.
The creature jumped in gracefully.