Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters. I also
don't know if anyone else has done a story like this so I am sorry if they
have. I got this idea when I was listening to depressing music so . . .
yeah.
Chapter 1: Raindrops and Falling Petals
Rain fell from the dark, cloudy sky, casting gloom upon the empty streets. Shops were closed, and some even boarded up. Only a few pedestrians walked the streets, along with only a few cars driving down the road. The rain seemed to chase away all the happiness and warmth from the city. A flower stand seemed to hold the last hope of these feelings, some flowers sitting outside in the rain. The raindrops fell onto the roses petals, making them shimmer and gleam even without sunlight.
Kurama stopped next to this particular flower stand. He glanced down at the wet roses and picked one delicately up and put it to his nose. The scent was sweet and beautiful, filling Kurama with hope.
"Kurama, must you always stop to smell the flowers?" Hiei asked, kind of ironically.
Kurama looked over to his left at his companion, smiling.
"Hiei, taking time to experience something beautiful isn't a waste. In fact, it should be something more people should do," Kurama answered.
"Hn. Whatever, let's just go."
Kurama nodded and walked on with Hiei, the crimson rose still in his hand and his other hand in his pocket. The rain dampened their hair and clothes but they didn't mind.
"I don't even see why we are walking through this place where all these mortals live. We have absolutely nothing to gain from this pointless experience," Hiei muttered in his usual heartless voice.
Before Kurama could respond there was a sound of squeeling tires and a loud crash. At the corner up ahead two cars stood entangled in each other. Kurama and Hiei watched the drivers of the two cars get out and start yelling back and forth. The few passerby's that stood watching seemed especially glum.
Then Kurama saw them and gasped. It was the cloaked figure, the reason he had come back to roam these streets. He had seen this particular person twice before, first at a fire, next at a building where a tree had fallen into its side, and now here, at a car crash. It was as if this person showed up at every disaster.
Hiei looked up at Kurama when he heard the fox demon gasp.
"What is it?" he asked.
"That cloaked figure."
Hiei looked to where Kurama was looking. The hooded figure turned away and started walking slowly down the sidewalk.
"I brought you along because I needed your agility to help me catch them. This is the third time I have seen them, every time at some sort of disaster," Kurama explained.
"So you didn't invite me for my amazing social skills and wonderful company? Kurama I am hurt," Hiei joked in his normal tone.
Kurama smirked.
"I am amazed, for this is a once in a lifetime thing to hear you joke around, Hiei, but I am afraid that I must ask you to stop. I don't want to lose this person. We must follow them."
"Right."
Kurama and Hiei walked slowly ahead and followed the cloaked figure at a good distance. They were lead into the forest, away from the city. The rain was still coming down, and with the forest blocking out even the slightest hints of the sun's light, the atmosphere seemed even gloomier and maybe even a bit frightening. Or could it be something else that kept this tension high in the air?
"Hiei, quickly run in front of them and block them off," Kurama whispered.
Hiei nodded and in the blink of an eye had vanished from Kurama's side.
"Excuse me," Kurama called out.
The cloaked figure halted and turned around slowly to face Kurama.
"I couldn't help notice that you have been at several different accidents," Kurama said friendly.
"What do you want?" the figure asked.
Kurama noticed that Hiei had appeared a little ways behind this person. He shifted his gaze back to the cloak. He had also noticed that the cloaked figure's voice was that of a woman's.
"Well, miss, I was wondering whether you follow destruction or if you just happen to be there by coincidence?" Kurama continued.
The air was silent. Only the light patter of raindrops against solid objects could be heard.
"Tell your short friend to please remove himself from behind me," she finally said.
Hiei's eyes went wide. How did she know he was behind her? She hadn't turned around and she couldn't have heard him. Hiei had made sure of that. He had been as quiet as possible. But the more important question was what was she? Of course a mere mortal wouldn't be able to detect him. Hiei placed his hand on his sword, which had been hidden by his outer black cloak, and was ready at any moment to use it.
"You seem to be more than a mere mortal," Kurama said, as if reading Hiei's mind. "There would be no other way for you to be able to sense my companion's presence behind you. Please, remove your cloak so that we may be able to talk more easily."
Kurama twirled the rose around in his fingers slowly, his hand hung down at his side, and his other hand still remained in his pocket.
"I do not wish to speak with you any further," she replied.
Kurama and Hiei sensed that she meant to depart. Hiei, of course, didn't want to allow this. He disappeared and reappeared where the figure had been standing, sword drawn. But the girl was gone. She had disappeared about the same time as Hiei did. Kurama walked slowly up to him.
"Do you know where this caped girl has gotten to?" Kurama asked.
"No. She ran away too fast, even for me to see," Hiei answered, sheathing his sword.
"Hmm."
Kurama brought the rose to his nose again, once more sniffing it's fragrance. But instead of the sweet, beautiful feeling that he had taken in before, he took in a sad, unmoving sensation. He let his arm fall down by his side, a rose petal falling off the flower with the gust of wind created by this motion. It floated to the ground and landed softly in the grass. The rose slipped out of Kurama's fingers, falling next to the petal. Raindrops fell with light taps onto the dead organism and it's beautiful blood color, making it once again gleam and shine without any sun.
Chapter 1: Raindrops and Falling Petals
Rain fell from the dark, cloudy sky, casting gloom upon the empty streets. Shops were closed, and some even boarded up. Only a few pedestrians walked the streets, along with only a few cars driving down the road. The rain seemed to chase away all the happiness and warmth from the city. A flower stand seemed to hold the last hope of these feelings, some flowers sitting outside in the rain. The raindrops fell onto the roses petals, making them shimmer and gleam even without sunlight.
Kurama stopped next to this particular flower stand. He glanced down at the wet roses and picked one delicately up and put it to his nose. The scent was sweet and beautiful, filling Kurama with hope.
"Kurama, must you always stop to smell the flowers?" Hiei asked, kind of ironically.
Kurama looked over to his left at his companion, smiling.
"Hiei, taking time to experience something beautiful isn't a waste. In fact, it should be something more people should do," Kurama answered.
"Hn. Whatever, let's just go."
Kurama nodded and walked on with Hiei, the crimson rose still in his hand and his other hand in his pocket. The rain dampened their hair and clothes but they didn't mind.
"I don't even see why we are walking through this place where all these mortals live. We have absolutely nothing to gain from this pointless experience," Hiei muttered in his usual heartless voice.
Before Kurama could respond there was a sound of squeeling tires and a loud crash. At the corner up ahead two cars stood entangled in each other. Kurama and Hiei watched the drivers of the two cars get out and start yelling back and forth. The few passerby's that stood watching seemed especially glum.
Then Kurama saw them and gasped. It was the cloaked figure, the reason he had come back to roam these streets. He had seen this particular person twice before, first at a fire, next at a building where a tree had fallen into its side, and now here, at a car crash. It was as if this person showed up at every disaster.
Hiei looked up at Kurama when he heard the fox demon gasp.
"What is it?" he asked.
"That cloaked figure."
Hiei looked to where Kurama was looking. The hooded figure turned away and started walking slowly down the sidewalk.
"I brought you along because I needed your agility to help me catch them. This is the third time I have seen them, every time at some sort of disaster," Kurama explained.
"So you didn't invite me for my amazing social skills and wonderful company? Kurama I am hurt," Hiei joked in his normal tone.
Kurama smirked.
"I am amazed, for this is a once in a lifetime thing to hear you joke around, Hiei, but I am afraid that I must ask you to stop. I don't want to lose this person. We must follow them."
"Right."
Kurama and Hiei walked slowly ahead and followed the cloaked figure at a good distance. They were lead into the forest, away from the city. The rain was still coming down, and with the forest blocking out even the slightest hints of the sun's light, the atmosphere seemed even gloomier and maybe even a bit frightening. Or could it be something else that kept this tension high in the air?
"Hiei, quickly run in front of them and block them off," Kurama whispered.
Hiei nodded and in the blink of an eye had vanished from Kurama's side.
"Excuse me," Kurama called out.
The cloaked figure halted and turned around slowly to face Kurama.
"I couldn't help notice that you have been at several different accidents," Kurama said friendly.
"What do you want?" the figure asked.
Kurama noticed that Hiei had appeared a little ways behind this person. He shifted his gaze back to the cloak. He had also noticed that the cloaked figure's voice was that of a woman's.
"Well, miss, I was wondering whether you follow destruction or if you just happen to be there by coincidence?" Kurama continued.
The air was silent. Only the light patter of raindrops against solid objects could be heard.
"Tell your short friend to please remove himself from behind me," she finally said.
Hiei's eyes went wide. How did she know he was behind her? She hadn't turned around and she couldn't have heard him. Hiei had made sure of that. He had been as quiet as possible. But the more important question was what was she? Of course a mere mortal wouldn't be able to detect him. Hiei placed his hand on his sword, which had been hidden by his outer black cloak, and was ready at any moment to use it.
"You seem to be more than a mere mortal," Kurama said, as if reading Hiei's mind. "There would be no other way for you to be able to sense my companion's presence behind you. Please, remove your cloak so that we may be able to talk more easily."
Kurama twirled the rose around in his fingers slowly, his hand hung down at his side, and his other hand still remained in his pocket.
"I do not wish to speak with you any further," she replied.
Kurama and Hiei sensed that she meant to depart. Hiei, of course, didn't want to allow this. He disappeared and reappeared where the figure had been standing, sword drawn. But the girl was gone. She had disappeared about the same time as Hiei did. Kurama walked slowly up to him.
"Do you know where this caped girl has gotten to?" Kurama asked.
"No. She ran away too fast, even for me to see," Hiei answered, sheathing his sword.
"Hmm."
Kurama brought the rose to his nose again, once more sniffing it's fragrance. But instead of the sweet, beautiful feeling that he had taken in before, he took in a sad, unmoving sensation. He let his arm fall down by his side, a rose petal falling off the flower with the gust of wind created by this motion. It floated to the ground and landed softly in the grass. The rose slipped out of Kurama's fingers, falling next to the petal. Raindrops fell with light taps onto the dead organism and it's beautiful blood color, making it once again gleam and shine without any sun.