Silent Hill: Chapter 12
Author: japancat
Content Rating: T-16
Published: 2012-07-20 01:09:19
Tags: Yu Yu Hakusho, Kurama, Hiei, Mukuro, Kuronue, Yukina

Remember mother.

Author´s Notes and Disclaimers:
PS, this is psychological horror where most things aren't what they seem. It kind of bugs me when people don't understand that aspect of this trade. There's limits to how out there I can be, of course, but there's still a lot that's supposed to confuse you. And it's through that that this whole world is more distressing.
Chapter 12
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Ms. Minamino (or Shiori as it seemed that everyone knew her by her first name for some reason) made it a point to play her favorite Beethoven CD at what always felt at full blast when a girl called her son. (Which at one point, a girl asked Kurama, "What is that SHIT your mom listens too? Goddamn!" Of course there was a purpose. She wanted it clear that she didn't want a bunch of trashy girls calling all the time so she made it a gesture similar to "having someone smashing a pie into the president's face after dropping it in the toilet".) She also had a Chopin CD for chores during the day and a CD dedicated to Mozart for relaxing. She had a shelf in her bookshelf with vertical stacks of CDs- all of which were classical music, typically Beethoven and Mozart. It seemed she bought them all for every imaginable occasion. That day she had on a CD of Strauss Waltzes. Kurama had been sitting on the sofa working on the last of his essay for English, his worst subject.

"When I was in school, I would always find ways to skip pages on essays because they gave us numbers for pages instead of words. I would always write my name, date, class-the period, subject, teacher's name, due date and then I skipped a line between each of them. Then I would skip three lines and put the title and then start writing the essay. By the time I got there I was already halfway down the page. And then I skipped a line and put the page number on the last line." She laughed and took her purse. "Are you sure you don't wanna come?" He nodded and added, "But could you bring me a can of Sprite anyway?"

"Okay. But if you actually eat the carrots in the soup I'm making. Don't think I don't notice you dropping it in the garbage disposal. Mom's know all the tricks you know."

"Uh... Sure..." He made a face when her back was to him. "I'll put the music back on when you come back." He saw her smile at that and he couldn't help but smile back. When she came back, she started on dinner once the other groceries were put away. She stopped as she was cutting a carrot and started coughing. She didn't think of it the first moments it happened but then she saw blood.

She didn't want to frighten her son (He worried about her even if all she had was a cold.) so she wiped it off on a kitchen towel, trying to make it seem like it was just phlegm. Of course, Kurama didn't even notice it, still struggling with his essay and muttering how he didn't think Shakespear didn't care if a high school student wrote a good essay about his play or not. (Question: Why was Hamlet so unwilling to kill Claudius? Use examples from the text.)

The music started pounding in her ears. She wanted to tell Kurama to turn the music down but she felt she shouldn't even talk until she stopped coughing up blood. She felt it crawling up her throat. She tried swallowing it down her throat but it was like a stone was trapped in. She couldn't hide it anymore she turned and threw up blood all over the kitchen floor. Kurama ran into the room and immediately ran to get the phone and dialed 911. They never told him why she had to stay in the hospital.

"They won't let me have my CDs," she told him. "They told me it's too distracting for everyone. I think they just want to hear some tacky lyrics instead. That's all."

Sitting in the hospital without her CDs sounded like torture but he couldn't do anything about it. ("I'm sorry, Shuichi, like we told your mother, it's too distracting."

"Not even just for the visit. I thought it'll help her relax. The nurse told me that she's..."

"The nurse tell people lots of things. If you keep giving her CDs then she'll cause more trouble because then she'll want to hear more. You can't keep giving into her like that she needs to understand OUR rules. You understand, Shuichi?"

"...Yes, sir...") What can a fifteen year old kid do? But still there was...


"We're in a prison," Mukuro said. "I have no idea why they put a historical society on top of a prison but they did. Must've sucked to be a janitor here. 'I wonder what the hell this door goes to. OH SHIT!' Might be older than this place. I didn't even know this place was here."

Kurama looked up and his stomach turned. "Y-yeah. That's gross."

"Something wrong? Actually it smells like the bathrooms in a park in here. We better not be standing in crap right now. I don't think I'd want to touch the walls either."

"Really, don't you dare."

"You squeamish or something?"

"That whole thing about the walls. So you see it too."

"You know if there's still whatever I'm thinking of on the wall, we may have some problems."

"The walls are bleeding! Not that!"

"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" She glanced at the walls. "Um... You know, now that you mention it. I haven't seen any of those monsters either. I wonder why... On second thought, maybe not. I shouldn't say why. I might curse us. And I don't miss those things either."

...Because it's the calm before the storm. They're not out because something bigger than they are is out there and it's scaring them. Good job, Shu. You've made this so much harder than it needs to be so now you're getting your ass and hers killed. How's it like being a critical thinker now, you asshole?

"Hey, sing something for me? I don't know any songs and I could really use something pleasant right now."

"Sure... Can't think of one... Um...

'Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know,The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

"'And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll...

After ten minutes Kurama saw a door at the end of the hall. He stopped. "Where are we going anyway?"

"Who knows. It would be cool if that door was the way up though. Or if we get lucky it might take us to Cthulu."


"I thought you were one of those internet types that likes pirates or ninjas or mudkip." She got no answer. "Let's forget that then. Hey there's a door over there! I wonder where this takes us..." She opend the door. "Nope. No stairs. It might lead on forward though..."

"Who's there?!" a voice called from down the hall. Kurama's blood chilled and pounded hard in his ears. What? It sounds like... Oh please let it be true. I don't care how ridiculous this idea is.

But it was. Mukuro had a do a double take to make sure her eyes didn't deceive her. There was Hiei hanging onto the bars. They both stared at his stomach. There no evidence that he had ever been impaled- not even a tear in his clothes.

"How in this hell? Not that I was happy you're dead or anything like that but... How are you still here? You were just... You... Seriously, how in the HELL?" Mukuro kept stumbling over her words.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I don't care. Just get me out of here!" He shook the bars. "There's a door back there." He pointed at it.

"Straight to the point. We need an explanation here."

He ignored the last comment. "It's clear that there's no way to break these bars down. And there's no keys so I can't unlock either door. And... What the hell are you doing, Kurama?"

He was touching his face. "I wanted to make sure you're real. Something pleasant in the flesh."

"What, Mukuro doesn't count? And that's fine but you don't need to be gay about it. I've been in a prison. You should know with that I wouldn't want to touch another man like this again. What's this pleasant in the flesh thing anyway?" He got no answer. "Okay, really. Listen, if I just walked into something I wasn't supposed to I didn't mean it that way. God, you lost so much weight in so little time."

"I'm sure we all have. I just haven't..." he mumbled.

"You've been seeing bleeding walls. There's something going wrong. And with you remembering your mother's murder. I'm starting to worry about you. You're not... Well..." Mukuro stopped.

"Say what?" Hiei leaned into the bars again. "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing really," Kurama replied.

"Nothing? Well, hell! I'd be nuts if... Wait... Godammit. Mukuro, you said something about being a psychology major. Can't you do anything to fix his head?"

"I'm not miracle worker and being a psychology major means nothing actually. I just wanted to be a social worker so I can't say much..."

"No, I'm okay. Really. I just haven't been getting as much sleep as I should be getting. That's all." He shook his head, feeling goosebumps forming on his arms and the hairs on his neck standing straight up. "I dunno. It might just be this prison. They always feel creepy. Especially with all the ghost stories that're out there... Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"You remember what I said before? About when we get out? I wasn't BSing you. I really meant it, 'specially since I've been really wanting something with hot fudge lately. Just remember those words and I hope I finally did something right and actually made someone happy and that I didn't just make them cry and... Yeah... You'll feel less you're just gonna go on and die in this hellhole. You know, I really do know how you feel right now..."

"I'm not... Really, I'm not feeling like I'm..."

"Oh shut up and listen to me. Damn! So when I was in prison, I just wished everyday that someone would just come over and shoot me or stab me or something. But then I found out I still had a chance to be let out. And that kept me going, that... Uh, how do I describe it without trying to sound like a bad copy of Whitman...? Screw it. It was that light at the end of the tunnel. If you remember we can be happy again and that there's a way out, then it wouldn't have to matter." Kurama looked away. "Seriously."

"Hiei. How did you end up here? Do you remember how you got in here? If we know where you came from and how you got in then we could find the key..." Mukuro said.

"I don't know. I don't remember anything after... The last time you saw me. By the way, I can't believe you guys went and just left me like that. You guys are asses for making me sit in the dark like that."

"What? What do you mean by that? We tried to save you but we couldn't get you in the elevator in time. It wasn't our fault. Okay, maybe it was but... I mean... Well..."

"What the fuck do you mean WE'RE asses for leaving you? You were dead a few hours ago," Kurama growled. He grabbed Mukuro by the arm and pulled her back with him, deeply suspicious. "I smell something foul."

"What, you want me dead?" Hiei replied, leaning into the bars some more as if to close in on the space Kurama had created between them.

"What ARE you?"

"What the hell kind of reply is that? What do you think I am? One of those split headed dogs? Those creepy ashy-looking monsters? That Pyramid thing? That freak with the wings? The only thing I can be is human."


But people don't just come back to life like that! He didn't want to say it. He saw where it would take him and he didn't like what he suspected was the answer. "...You're right. Okay, I admit it. I'm a little scared right now and I'm being a jerk. I'll find the key to this thing and get you out of this dump."

"Fine by me. God, you guys are acting like I've been dead or something."

Mukuro sighed and hesitated before speaking. "We were worried about you. Very. And that whole thing about you dying. It was a really bad, really vivid dream we had. Sorry again for leaving you like that. Come on, Kurama." Mukuro started walking out, her head bowed. Just before she went out the door, Hiei called her. "What?"

"Could you grab me one of those Health drink things if you find one of 'em? They taste like crap but I kind of want one or if you find some unopened food stuff around... Or another starburst."

"I'll remember that."



"...If you get me out and when we leave Silent Hill, I'll give you something extra for you other than the sandae. I'll give you a lap dance."

"What the hell?"

"Or Kurama. Whichever you prefer."

"That's really screwed up."

"So...? It's about what you want. You're a really good person when it really comes down to it. And I'm not saying that just to get on your good side."


"I'm glad you think so. Now quit it. We have to get going." She walked out with Kurama following. She stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"Mukuro?" He turned her around so she could face him. He was surprised that she was in tears.

"The stupid shit! The damned stupid... Damned dirty shit!" She dropped to her knees. "Why the fuck won't you leave us alone?!"

It was silent. Too silent

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