Hello! And welcome to the sequel to Rock My World! I'm so happy I completed the first story, but now on to the second installment. Enjoy!


Chapter 1 of Define Normal

A New Beginning

"Avada Kedavra!" A little boy with messy black hair yelled energetically while pointing a magic marker at Kira.

Kira snatched the marker away, "Go to bed you little brat!" Note to self, don't let kids watch Harry Potter movies and consume massive amounts of sugar. She pointed at the stairs and glared at the boy, "I'm not kidding Masaru."

"Make me you evil witch!" He stuck his tongue out at her just as the phone rang.

Kira grabbed Masaru by the collar of his shirt and dragged him over to the kitchen where the phone was. "Sekimura residence, pissed off babysitter speaking."

"I hope you're not hurting him Kira…" Kurama's worried voice said.

She sighed heavily into the receiver, "He's still alive if that's what you mean…unfortunately." She let go of Masaru and hissed venomously, "You better be in your pajamas when I'm done talking on the phone, got it?"

The little boy stuck his tongue out at her before dashing up the stairs laughing.

"I'm going to kill that kid…"

Kurama chuckled nervously, "I'm sure his parents wouldn't like that."

"Ha!" She spat angrily, "His parents will probably thank me for burying his dead ass body in the back yard." She put a hand on her hip as she paced the kitchen with the phone in her other hand, "So, how are things in the Minamino household tonight? Is your stepbrother still there?"

"Of course he's still here," Kurama replied. "Why wouldn't he be?"

"Just wondering! Seesh! You don't have to get all lovey dovey older brother on me. Anyway," she said leaning against the counter by the sink, "why'd you call? You usually don't call me when I'm on the job."

"Oh, right." He paused before continuing, "About that…the reason I called was because I-"

Just then, an frightened Masaru came hurling into the kitchen, crashing into Kira so they both fall on the floor. The telephone receiver got knocked out of her hands and crashed onto the floor in little tiny pieces. It was totally broken thanks to Masaru, the idiot.

Kira gaped in surprise before narrowing her eyes at the little boy and grabbing him by the ear. She yelled loudly at him, "You little snot nose brat! What's wrong with you? I was talking on the phone, you moron!"

"OW!" He cried as he tried to wriggle away from her. "It was an accident!"

She let him go and glared down at his sniffling face before softening her expression. "I didn't mean to yell at you like that…you just gotta be more careful, okay?" He nodded, but his eyes were focused on the floor. "Why were you running anyway?" She asked leaning over and putting her hands on her knees so she was eye level with him.

"There's a monster in my closet," he sobbed, wiping his nose with his hand much to Kira's disgust.

Gross. She reached over the counter and pulled a Kleenex out of its box and handed it to him, "Here, use this." She tried to smile reassuringly, now feeling bad for yelling at him before. She had almost forgotten how scary it was to be a little kid and how much patience they needed.

He took the tissue and blew his nose then clung to her leg, burying his face in the side of her skirt, "Scary monster…its in the closet and tried to eat me! It's big and black and had BIG teeth like a dragon!" He then pulled up his shirt sleeve to show her his arm which had four long cuts on them and was bleeding badly, with crimson dripping down his arm. It was then she noticed the trail of blood that he had made on the kitchen floor.

Kira blinked, "Blood?" She tilted her head to one side as she examined his arm after picking him up and sitting him on a counter. She found some paper towels and wet them in the sink before using them to wipe the blood off of his arm. "Are you sure a monster did this to you?" Kira raised an eyebrow.

Masaru nodded as she cleaned his wound, "Uh-huh. It jumped outta my closet when I was looking for my pajamas and grabbed me."

When the cuts were all cleaned and bandaged she told him to wait downstairs in the living room for her and that she'd be back in a few minutes. Cautiously, she walked up the creaky wooden stairs noticing that the wall lamps were off and that it was very quiet. When Kira got to the top she saw that Masaru's bedroom door was flung wide open.

Immediately upon entering his room she sensed a demonic aura, "Come on out you fricking youkai!" She called into the darkness.

She heard nothing for a few seconds before the closet door slowly opened to reveal a shadow like creature with two huge yellow orbs for eyes and pointy teeth glistening in the blackness.

"A human like you dare challenges me?" It asked in a voice that sounded like rough sandpaper.

Kira scrunched her nose, "Oh, please. Quit rising yourself up on a pedestal, idiot. No wonder I couldn't sense you downstairs, you're so weak and pathetic that you have to prey on defenseless children, is that it buster? Or are you just really stupid?"

"Foolish mortal!" It growled, rising up so now it was double its original height, its head almost touching the ten-foot high ceiling now. "I'll eat you alive."

She snorted and turned away so her profile was facing the demon, "Is that so?" She raised her palm and the golden seal lit up while her hand began glowing a bright red and suddenly a blast of aura shot out at it, obliterating it instantly. All that was left was a wisp of smoke where the demon once was. She brushed her hands off, grinning, "That takes care of that." It was a good thing Genkai thought her how to control some of her power, if she had put too much into that spirit blast then she would've easily destroyed the house.

"Wow, onee-san!" (big sister)

Kira almost fell over at the sound of Masaru's voice before turning on him, "Don't sneak up behind me!"

The little boy's eyes were wide like saucers, "Can you teach me to do that?"

Kira scratched the back of her head. Oh, shit. He saw that, didn't he. My bad, Kurama's gonna kill me now. Kurama had warned her about using her powers whenever a normal person as nearby just in case they saw it, but she had anticipated Masaru, being traumatized from the cuts on his arm, wouldn't come upstairs to see her 'taking out the trash', as Hiei would put it.

"Listen Masaru," she started anxiously kneeling down. "You can't tell anyone what just happened, got it? Just act like you didn't see anything."

"What? Why? That was amazing!"

She put her index finger to her lips, "I know I'm awesome, but seriously, maybe I will teach you SOMETHING if you keep quiet about this, yeah?"

"Really? Okay, I won't tell a soul onee-san!"

She ruffled his hair gently, "And one more thing Masaru…"


Kira's eyes got an evil glint in them as she hit his head with the back of her hand, "Don't call me onee-san!"


Six months had passed since the Sage Youkai case and some things had changed and some things hadn't. A few things that had indeed changed over the course of time was that Kira's hair was no longer at her ears, but now had grown to just touching her shoulders making her look more mature than before. Another change was that she now was a babysitter since her allowance had been cut off because she had caused some trouble at school, Meiou Academy, involving the class president and two dozen dead frogs that were meant for the science class. In addition to that, she and Kurama considered themselves good friends now even if they wouldn't admit it to each other, but it was kind of obvious…

The things that hadn't changed mostly pertained to the other members of the Reikai Tantei, like Yusuke and his uncontrollable fetish for feeling Keiko up. Now that he was almost in high school, many of them had hoped he would be over such things, but in his case, old habits do indeed die-hard. Kuwabara was still a kitty freak and often brought Eikichi, his 'baby', over to Kurama's house to play with the over zealous Neko, the demon cat. And yes, Hiei still disliked Kira and was just as mean and cold towards her as ever.

Keiko, Yusuke and Kuwabara were now in their final term at Sarayashiki Jr. High and Keiko was constantly busy trying to help Yusuke graduate. Kira had joined Kurama at Meiou Academy and because he made sure she didn't skip school too often she was No. 4 ranked in her class, which her mother was very proud of in spite of Kira who didn't really care at all. Finally, Hiei, just hung out in trees all day until their school would let out because he refused to go even though Koenma did offer to enroll him in Sarayashiki once…or twice…or three times so he would be closer with his teammates, but he declined each time especially after Kira tackled him when she saw him during lunch once. Whether it was from her sheer 'joy' of seeing him or just being funny, nobody will ever know.


It was the next morning and Kira was exhausted after last night. Not because beating that stupid closet demon had been difficult, on the contrary it was super easy, she had exhausted herself when trying to explain to Masaru's parents why their dear sweet little boy had four long cuts on his arm. It had taken her a few moments for her to rack her brain for an excuse and it hadn't been a very good one. She said a mutated cat had escaped from a secret government lab and had attacked Masaru, mistaking him for a boy that used to poke him with a stick in his cage. It was the best she could do. She'd probably never baby-sit him again…which she didn't really have a problem with.

Laying in bed still, she rubbed her eyes and adjusted her pillow comfortably under her head. Her room was no longer a mess of moving boxes which had taken her near three months to unpack. Her bed was beside the wall right under a window that had curtains that were usually drawn back so she could look at the stars at night or catch Hiei sitting in a nearby tree so she could throw something at him. The floor was hard polished wood with a neon green rug in the center with a circular comfy blue chair on it. On the other side of the room was her bookshelf packed with more comics than reading books and beside that was her messy desk filled with incomplete homework assignments, study guides and thousand paged text books. Her laptop computer, which she had gotten as a present from her mother for getting into Meiou Academy was laying on the floor next to her boom box and her CD case. Posters of rock stars covered the walls as well as some American snowboarders and skateboarders. In the corner of her room farthest from her bed was a huge pile of stuffed animals next to her closet, which now contained all her clothes.

There was a knock on her bedroom door, "Kira, get up! You're gonna be late for school again!"

Kira flopped over onto her stomach to see her digital clock that was hanging off of her bedside by its cord table flashing 7:00AM in red numbers. She sat up and ran a hand through her crimson bangs and yawned.

"Are you up?"


Her mother opened the door and stood in the doorway with her red bathrobe on and a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper tucked under her arm, "Kira, you can't do this every single morning." She brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I've already put out your breakfast so hurry up and get dressed if you want a ride to school…or are you walking with Shuichi again?"

"You know his name's Kurama," Kira mumbled as she sat on the edge of her bed with her eyelids drooping.

"I prefer to call him the name his kaasan gave him, thank you very much. Now get a move on!" Kira's mother, Rika, knew all about Kurama now after what happened six months ago. It was hard for the middle-aged woman to get used to the fact that sweet Shuichi Minamino was Yoko Kurama, a legendary demon thief.

It was only a matter of minutes before Kira found herself downstairs in the kitchen eating cereal and drinking orange juice straight from the carton, dressed in Meiou Academy uniform and with her hair in a ponytail, letting her long crimson bangs frame her face while some of it rested above her eyebrows. Just because she and her mother lived in Japan didn't mean that they are traditional Japanese food, in fact, both of them preferred the American cuisine excluding fast food, which they both agreed was disgusting.

"Do I need to give you a ride?" Her mother pestered again as she applied lipstick to herself, she was wearing a black skirt with a white long sleeved button shirt under a gray jacket, stockings and high heels.

"Do doctors usually dress like that?" Kira said with arched eyebrows after she put her empty bowl in the sink with her spoon and got a bottle of water out of the fridge which she then slipped into her book bag. It wasn't like her mother to take such care in her appearance.

"Not usually," her mother answered vaguely as she finished powdering her cheeks. "Well, I'm off." She grabbed her keys off of the table and left. Kira heard the her start the car outside and quickly drive away.

Weird. I've never seen her dress up so much before for work. Maybe she's got a new boyfriend or something at the hospital, but she wouldn't do that to Dad, would she?

Kira pushed the subject out of her mind as she put her lunch in her school bag though the thought of her mother having a boyfriend was hard to shake off. What if she ended up with a stepfather and stepsiblings? What if this guy was a serial killer targeting single moms? What if she was just assuming things? What if…

The doorbell rang, snapping her out of her current train of thought. She saw from the windows by the front door that Kurama was waiting outside on the porch for her looking down the street.

"Hey Kurama!" Kira greeted opening the door and closing it behind her.

"Good morning Kira." He smiled genuinely. "Shall we walk to school now?"

She jumped off the porch ahead of him, "Duh! C'mon, let's go before your fan club gets the chance to stalk us again." She put her hands behind her back as she walked next to him in the crisp morning air.

Kurama gazed at her from the corner of his emerald eyes. For a while now he had wanted more than friendship with her, after she had been at his school for a few months he was surer of it now than ever. He wanted companionship, or whatever you call it. He wanted a relationship that was more than just what they had now. He had thought about telling her his feelings, but he also knew that she was denser than Yusuke in that area. She was creative, outspoken, funny, kind…sometimes even considerate and a deep thinker, but he feared her reaction. He might feel ready to have a relationship with someone, but he didn't know if she was mature enough to have the kind he wanted, the kind he needed. He supposed it would just have to wait.

"What are you staring at?"

It took Kurama a moment to realize that she was giving him an odd look. He quickly diverted his eyes away, "Nothing." He started whistling while he was walking hoping to distract her, but she had stopped a couple of feet behind him.

"Nothing, eh?" She obviously wasn't satisfied with his response. She tapped her cheek with her index finger. (Geez, she's really DENSE, isn't she?)

He sweatdropped as he smiled uneasily at her questioning expression.

"Fine, whatever. Don't tell me…"



"Don't even think about it." He said glancing back at her.

"Think about what?"

"Probing my mind, Genkai thought me how to block you out." Kurama told her cheerily.

She snapped her fingers and grumbled an inaudible curse word at Kurama's back. So much for that plan.

Just then she remembered last night and ran to catch up to him, "Oi! What is it that you wanted to tell me yesterday while we were on the phone?"

He looked down at her, for the first time in long time noticing their height difference. Kurama was a good ten inches taller than she was, she stood barely up to his shoulder, but that made her seem so cute. "Oh, that…I was going to tell you that Koenma wants to talk to everyone today around four. I was just passing it onto you since you haven't been to Genkai's in quite some time and usually that's where everyone is."

Kira put her hands behind her head, "Another mission?"


"I hope it involves fighting!" She pumped a fist into the air. Kira then lowered it and glowered at him apprehensively, "You're not gonna try to protect me again like in the last mission, are you? Because I CAN take care of myself just so you know kitsune. "

He sighed heavily, "I can't promise you anything."

She lowered her eyelids and put her head on his shoulder, she knew he worried about her. Hell, the guy wanted to kill anyone who tried to hurt her, but he needed to understand that she could take care of herself. "Just promise me you'll try…unless I'm about to be killed or something, then you can jump in and save my sorry ass."


So, so? What do you think? Kira seems more mature, no? Don't worry, she's still insanely funny and amusing. Sorry that this took so long to get up, but I've had other things going on in my life like the torture of JV soccer. (my coach was a fitness freak and made us run a mile under 7:30 or else we didn't get playing time, I got 7:15 so I'm not complaining anymore) Well, that's in the past. It feels good to write again.

NEXT CHAPTER: Don't Waste Your Time Fitting In

Rock on and LOVE AND PEACE,