No hopeful expectations for this story not really sure if I'm gonna keep this going. Oh well if I like it it'll stay, and I'll even update. And with that said I'm gonna get started. I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. Okay with that said I'm gonna get started. For real this time. 'Sigh' I know this is gonna be awful.

The Prophecy

Two souls joined in one life,

All things intertwined.

Each one differs, yet both the same,

And shall be for all of time.

When death and life are made to one,

All truths are locked away.

And shadows in turn will be made light.

What was pure will be made gray.

From deceptions will hatred spring,

To fill the world with lies.

But no light can be seen

For truth is lost to jaded eyes.

The end is what shall be the start,

Conclusion brings restoration.

The one with two lives and one soul bound,

Holds the key to all salvation.

Ruby emerald,

Silver and Gold,

Different forms together a whole.

Ruby emerald,

Silver and Gold.

Two lives, one past, one soul.

(A/N. Simply awful alright enough of my foolish chatter, moving on.)

Prologue

The room was remarkably large and lavishly decorated in voluminous velvet curtains, richly decorated tapestries, and plush carpeting lined the floor. Deep rubies, violets, and shades of gold were the colors all about the ostentatiously grand room. Such as it was, the room displayed a true example of all that was decadence.

Near an archway, that led out to a large outside balcony stood six figures. Three of the figure were massive beasts each with identical monstrous forms. Faces like that of jackals, with the mains of lions, and the bodies of oversized wolves, though the beasts' legs were not at all proportional to their bodys. The beasts were covered in a deep reddish brown fuzz, and they towered over the other three figures that inhabited the room.

The three other forms in the room were owned by a young Prince, and his two guards. The Prince looked toward the creature with a slight hint of arrogance. Rising his hand, he tugged at the golden cord of his cape that hung about his neck. With the cord undone the cape fell to the ground, a deep crimson river of silken satin fell in a heap at the young Prince's booted feet.

Giving a slight smile the Prince shifted his hips to one side, just a bit. His hand went to rest on a whip that hung in coiled up on a his belt. The Prince grabbed onto the handle of his weapon and tugged it from the point where it was secured. The deep intelligent yet mysterious emerald eyes of the young prince flashed in a slight display of arrogance.

Quickly, the Prince raked his free hand through his long, fiery red hair, effectively tucking the few lose stands of hair that hung in his face behind his ear.

The two men that stood at the Prince's side were both adorning, thick leather armor, typically worn by the soldiers of the palace. Across the breast of the two soldiers uniforms was a decoration made up of gold, and crimson strands, almost as bright as the Prince's hair; the colors entangled one another forming a delicate and intricate design that was too ornate to ever be easily duplicated.

Each of the men held out weapons of their own. The eldest of the soliders, Carnessis, a stalwart man who wore a thick bread of dark brown, which nicely complimented his well tanned skin. His pale brown eyes scrutinized the creatures that stood before him. On his face Carnessis proudly wore a battle scar that covered the length of the left side of his face. Carnessis, at the moment, was tightly clutching a sword in his hand, thinking of some clever way to kill the beasts before him. A small metal shield was strapped to the forearm of Carnassis' free arm. Defense was as important to Carnessis as offence.

Carnessis was well known for his bravery, wisdom in battle, and his superb fighting skill. It was why he was so trusted when it came to the protection of the royal family. All of Carnassis's great qualities showed themselves in not only Carnessis's face, but also in the way the man carried himself. Be liken to a god and ye shall be treated as such.

The other solider, was younger then Carnessis, had less experienced, and carried a little less prestige, Vernon. The boy was valiant, and persistent, though not a little brash, which usually made up for his lack of experience. Vernon's face did not herald the large scars or signs of age that his companion's face did; nor was Vernon's face as thickly bearded as Carnessis's was.

The boy had sandy blonde hair tanned skin, and velvet blue eyes. Vernon's features found him quite a bit of favor in the eyes of women, as many found him attractive. Which may have helped only to fuel the fire when it came to Vernon's audacious actions. Being that Vernon was so young, and bold as he was, he had no shield, in one hand he held a short sword, and in the other was a sharpened dagger.

Vernon's eyes were filled with excitement. The thought of fighting thrilled the paladin, who stood on the opposite side of the Prince. The Prince, was the youngest of the three men in the room. His face was smooth, devoid of any blemishes, or fuzz. His skin was pale, and soft; his eyes were an enchanting shade of emerald, and held a deep intellect which contrasted the youthful exuberance of the Prince's young face.

The three men looked confident in the face of the large beast that would be quite intimidating to most.

"Stay milord, we shall 'andle this threat all our own." Said Carnessis bravely positioning himself between the beasts and the Prince.

"Yes run young lord we shall hold off the danger as long as we can." Stated Vernon he too was moving in front of the Prince in a protective manner, that did not make the Prince all too happy.

"I will not." Stated the Prince sounding confident, determined, and defiant all at once. "If it is a fight that these demons are after, then that is what they will get. I am no coward, and I've no intentions of backing down. Not while my men risk life and limb for me."

The two men nodded with a reluctant compliance. They knew well that with the Prince fighting alongside them they would vanquish the monsters that stood before them with a great amount of ease. After all, the boy had an innate skill when it came to fighting. Of course, the boy seemed to hold an inborn skill with everything he tried. He was also very wise beyond his years, something surprising since the boy had seen less then twenty summers. Even scholarly men that had lived three times as long did no hope to compare to his inherent wisdom.

Still the two soldiers wished that the Prince would flee for his life. After all the boy's life was precious, him being the heir to Narincarii. But even if the two soldiers were to throw the facts at the Prince's feet like flower petals, there would still be no changing his mind.

"The beasts are weak besides." Said the Prince his eyes looked quite reassuring, so the two men exhaled and decided to breath easy. Smiles slipped across their faces mainly because of the confidence the Prince exuded. It easily washed all doubt from the two soldiers' minds.

The beasts the had stalked into the room on all fours, but now each stood up on their gawky stubby hind legs. One of the beasts growled displaying large sharp fangs, viscous trails of saliva dripped from the corners of the monster's mouth. The other two beast merely showed off their deathly sharp claws.

Vernon wrinkled his nose at the stench that escaped from the mouth of the beast that had growled. Despite the fact that he and his companions stood at least ten paces away from the creature, they could still smell its rancid breath. "Gruesome as they may well be." Stated the solider trying to shake off the stench, that made the air, to the three men that were breathing it, seem quite acrid.

"But easily defeated." Stated Carnessis, he raised his arm so that his shield was guarding his chest quite effectively. This was Carnessis' way of showing he was ready for battle. The Prince nodded, giving the go ahead to the two soldiers at his side.

Vernon wore a large smile on his face, all too ready to begin his offensive. His heart rate grew faster, and he began to flush from the excitement. Vernon raced forward toward the beast farthest to the right, as it stood closet to him, and looked most fierce.

This will be an exciting little challenge thought the daring Vernon. The solider with his speed and agility already had the upper hand on the awkward creature. At least when it stood up on its hind legs as it was, because of the position that the beast was in when Vernon attacked brandishing both his sword and his dagger. Vernon was able to effortlessly plunged his sword into the creatures belly.

Pushing his sword deep into the creature, Vernon let his weapon disappear into the beast straight up to the hilt. Then Vernon made motion to remove the weapon. With a swift and strong tug, Vernon pulled the sword out of the monster's body with little resistance. In all truth, Vernon found that extracting the sword was far less difficult then plunging it into the beast's flesh.

The creature howled in pain then fell down onto all fours. Luckily Vernon was not underneath the monster at the time. Blood stained the creature's fur, from where the sword had impaled the creature, leaving a wound in the front and back of the beast. Yet somehow the beast still lived. A fact which only made Vernon all the happier he had chosen to fight this beast.

The creature, at the moment, would have wanted to escape, and be able to lick his wounds. Unfortunately the creature was not afforded such a luxury. Then the beast felt a sharp stabbing pain, as Vernon dug his dagger into the creatures flesh, just below its shoulder blade. Despite the size of the weapon it cut deep, and the beast once again howled in pain and reared upward. Raising onto its hind legs as the pained scream exploded from the beast's open jaws. Vernon clung to the beast's neck, twisting his dagger deeper and deeper into the monster's flesh even as he threatened to loose his grip upon the beast. The man could smell the blood of the beast, saw its bright red beauty, felt it on his hands, watched it drip thought the demon's fur. It gave Vernon quite a rush.

For the beast the pain was too much and the creature fell onto the floor, its legs unable to keep its jackal-like head from slamming onto the ground..

Fear was now evident in the monsters eyes. The only instinct the creature had now was to run, but as the beast lay on the floor in excruciating pain, that seemed an impossibility. The creature whimpered in fear, the fight drained out of it, after all hope for escape and even survival did not seem at all viable. Vernon looked at the whimpering beast with a bit of compassion. To see a beast that had such strength, reduced a whimpering wretch, was almost heartbreaking. Vernon figured now would be the time to relieve the beast of its misery. With the swift merciless actions that one would expect of a well trained solider such as Vernon, the solider had taken his sword and slit the beast's throat. The death was quick, perhaps only because Vernon pitied the creature.

The Prince had taken on a beast of his own, it did not take the Prince more than a moment to subdue the beast he was fighting. His movements were fluid and swift, the whip he controlled was quite an effective weapon, especially in the Prince's capable hands. The beast the Prince fought tried lunging at the boy, but, its attack was intercepted even before it could cause him any harm. The crack of the Prince's whip, was precursor to a pained howl ripped of out the monster he fought.

The beast fell over onto its back perhaps a reaction to the pain it felt, or it was shocked, or maybe it had been knocked back by the force of the whip that had struck it. Whatever the reason the demon laid upon its back bleeding as it did. The cause, was a fresh a deep gash that the demon bore. The cut ran from the bottom of the creature's chin, and it trailed down the length of the creature's torso.

The beast, now hindered by its immense size and lack of coordination, was not able to rise off of its back. Still the creature continued to lash out and fight, trying to find some means of rising. A cord wrapped around the beast's neck crushing it. Yet still the creature tried to fight but to no avail. The prince tugged tightly on his whip and the beast's fighting laid to rest.

Carnessis much like his two companions had killed the creature he had been fighting, The man was covered in blood, a little of it was his own. The Prince raked his hand through his hair and gave a rather accomplished look.

"Easy enough." Stated Carnessis "Damn demons didn't know what 'it 'em." Carnessis wiped off his forehead, clearing it of the sweat and demon blood. Looking at the creature Carnessis spat out some of the sweat and blood that had found its way into his mouth; putting a strange salty metal like taste in it.

Carnessis and Vernon nodded, and looked toward the prince, each wearing accomplished smiles on their faces. The Prince gave a silent nod then turned his back to his comrades, hearing the two men celebrating as they were, made the corners of the his lips curl.

Suddenly, the sounds of jubilation were stifled. Rather abruptly, too abruptly. The Prince heard the sounds of sharp breaths being drawn into the two men's lungs. Then there was silence. That was enough to get the Prince to turn back toward his two comrades.

The two men each wore pained looks of surprise, and anguish. Just before their eyes glazed over to stare off into oblivion. Both bore deep wounds in their abdomen that had the look as if something stabbed them. Life blood ran out of the mouths of the two men, not to mention their eyes and noses. Then the two lifeless bodies fell to the floor.

The Prince looked more than a little startled by this, and he raced to the body of Vernon, kneeling beside the body. The prince frantically called Vernon's name shaking his body as he did, only to get no response. Turning the soldier's body over the Prince looked into Vernon's lifeless yet fearful bleeding eyes. The Prince closed Vernon's eyes unable to leave him looking as he did. Then closing his own eyes the Prince angrily shook his head.

The Prince looked about scanning the room for the enemy that struck down his two friends. The Prince's eyes were drawn to a cloaked figure who, from as far as the Prince could tell had just appeared in the arched doorway of the room.

A scowl drew itself tightly over the Prince's face. He knew not who the intruder was, and knew even less about how he was able to kill the two solider who he had called friends.

"You" Stated the Prince his voice, maliciously soft, his eyes were narrowed, and looking extremely dark and accusing. Despite the anger the Prince displayed the cloaked figure, made no effort to speak, or even run, or do anything but watch him, mockingly almost.

The Prince gently laid Vernon's head onto the floor. Then standing up slowly the Prince grabbed his weapon and slowly walked forward. "You, what did you do? And why?" The boy inquired darkly as he neared the figure which did not try to move away. Only stood there quietly scheming. "Monster!" Shouted the Prince, he flipped out his whip and was prepared to destroy the figure who so effectively kept his face hidden from sight. The figure lifted one arm as if summoning something.

The Prince was unable to attack, a pain shot through him, as if something was carving its way into his body. The pain started the moment the figure raised its arm. The Prince's movements were quelled, and he let his weapon fall to the floor. There would be no assault mounting, not from him, not now.

A look of pure shock, and pain adorned the Prince's delicate features. Was he about to succumb to the fate of his two friends? The Prince's hands instinctively drifted toward his abdomen. He felt more pain there than anywhere else on his body. As if he had been run through. When the boy looked upon his hands, his eyes were acquainted with a sticky crimson liquid. Blood, the prince could taste blood in his mouth he knew it would not be long before...

Weakness clamed the Prince's body, and his leg crumbled beneath him. The flashing brilliance that was glowing in the emerald eyes of the Prince was fading quickly. The boy was able to look toward his murderer giving the person a contemptuous glare, even as he was fading. The figure's face was still obscured but its eyes glowed red. Monster thought the Prince moving his lips though no sound escaped them. The Prince shuddered wincing from the pain that racked his body. He knew he was dying, under the scrutiny of those glowing red eyes.

The figure seemed to take delight in watching as the light in the Prince's eyes was slowly but surely being extinguished.

Shallow breaths were all that the Prince was able to bear now. He tried to force himself back up to at least lift his face off of the cold stone floor, but he had not the energy to accomplish such a feat. The Prince knew he was dead even as he stared up at the cloaked figure that hovered over him. The room grew dark, and each breath the prince drew in grew more painful. Metal was the taste that filled the princes mouth, he could feel his own life blood draining from his body staining the floors. Not like this thought the prince drawing in a deep ragged breath as he felt his life drifting away.

A sinister cackle flowed out into the night. As the cloaked figure with the glowing crimson eyes laughed triumphantly.

-

Shooting up from his dream world, with a gasp Kurama looked about the darkness of his room with uncertainty. The boy quickly turned on a lamp to dispel the darkness. How odd that he had have that dream again. This time it felt more real than it ever had before, he actually felt the pain in his body, felt his breath halting, tasted the blood in his mouth. It did not do much to help matters when the death he saw was his own. Or at least it looked to be.

Instinctively Kurama's hand went to his abdomen, when he looked at his hands they were clean that was a relief. Kurama then placed his hand onto his chest, his heart was beating dangerously rapid. What did all this mean? Why was he having this reoccurring nightmare, and how is it that it felt so real?

"A dream." said Kurama softly to himself once he was able to form words. "Yes a dream." The boy repeated to himself as he began trying to collect himself.

"But it…" Kurama looked off, holding his abdomen unconsciously. "It felt so real." Stated the boy.

Hanging his feet over the edge of his bed Kurama looked around his room. Half expecting to see the bodies of the dead demons, as well and those of his slain friends, or even the intruder with glowing red eyes. The laughter was still softly echoing in the boy's ears, and it made Kurama shudder, yet he still saw nothing that was out of the ordinary.

Kurama gave a heavy sigh, and pulled his legs back under his covers. Then he rested his head into the softness of his pillow. "Just a dream." Kurama restated once more hoping the words would resign some merit to them if he repeated them once more. It was enough of a comfort for Kurama, at least enough to get him to turn out his light, and pull his blankets up about his neck, as he tried to regain comfort.

Kurama laid on his back looking toward the ceiling. As the boy let his eyes drift closed he swore he saw those evil red eyes staring at him from the ceiling, but, he blinked and the eyes vanished without a trace. Somehow the unnerved Kurama found a way to drift back into the realm of dreams and there he whiled the night away.

Well I tried my best. My take on fantasy and what not. At least it sounded decent when I though it out, though perhaps I got a little carried away, then again, I have not begun to get carried away