'Finding You Again': Prologue
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deliciae: ::looks around for Muse:: My oh-so-wonderful Muse decided this story was fit to be posted. Now I just wonder where she went.
Muse: ::walks in, smirking:: Hmm? Were you talking about me?
deliciae: Oh, yes, of course I was. But I wonder Muse, why are we posting this, when I should be working on 'I Return to You' and 'Amor…'
Muse: ::interrupts deliciae:: Because I felt like it… I felt like being an evil girl.
deliciae: ::sighs:: ^^;; that you are, Muse. That you are.
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Warnings: Yaoi. Don't like, then leave. Don't flame me, 'cause I told ya so. AU. OOC-ness. OC—Haru. Mpreg?… Meh.
Disclaimer: ::Muse stands up, with a microphone, taps it…:: I don't own this, nor does deliciae. ::glares at lawyers who grumble then leave:: If we did, you'd see BIG changes!
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This fic takes place after series ends. Then about 3 years after that. ^^ Enjoy.
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November---
Inside an apartment, a young child's laughter filtered through the open window and out into the now-rare sunny day. On the carpeted floor of the room, a toddler sat amongst wooden blocks, trying to put them in order. His long, silver-toned hair glinted unnaturally as he leaned forward and picked up a gaudy red block. He looked down at the other couple blocks already in a line on the floor and his golden eyes narrowed in thought, the crimson speckles gleaming dangerously, darkening his eyes.
His hair fell forward as he leaned back down, the strands of black that surrounded his face falling mostly, obscuring his peripheral vision. His already lengthy fingers skillfully sat the block between its gaudy siblings of white and blue. His previously pursed lips split into a large grin, and laughter sounded once again throughout the room. A soft, yet gleeful call followed, "Papa."
In response, a young man stood up from his resting place in a chair, having sat down his book, and knelt beside the child. "What is it, my chibi-kitsune?" The boy smiled again at his father and pointed at the blocks. In his lisping voice, he uttered, "In line."
"That's right, Haru. They are in line." A smile graced the older male's pink lips, making his looks all the more elegant. His long fiery red hair swished as he sat back on his haunches, admiring his young son's accomplishment. Emerald-green eyes twinkled with delight and approval as he watched Haru place more horrid-colored blocks in line with the three current.
The golden eyes glanced at his father, and he smiled to himself. 'Papa.' Haru looked away and back, noticing the change in his father. No longer before the child was Shuuichi Minamino, but the notorious thief Youko Kurama. His silver hair draped over his shoulder and he pulled his son close, despite Haru's protests.
Two silver tails swished in sync; the smaller of the two was tipped with black, as were the child's large ears. "Papa. You normal." A deep chuckle sounded from the older youko, "Yes, I am—but only for a while." The chibi snuggled closer in Youko Kurama's arms. He had played all day and now sleep was catching up to the child quickly. A large yawn revealed two unnatural and glistening fangs, and just as quickly they were hidden from sight once again. The crimson-littered golden eyes fluttered close as Haru fell asleep, lulled by his father's heartbeat.
Youko Kurama stood with his precious burden and carried Haru back to the child's room. Quickly Haru was changed into nightclothes, tucked into bed, and Youko Kurama sighed as he pushed away the long bangs, part of the black-tipped starburst, to uncover Haru's forehead. Lips pressed against the smooth forehead, then he stood erect once again, his seven-foot frame unbound. As he exited the room, Youko Kurama returned back into the mortal human Shuuichi, also known as the Reikai Tantei fighter Kurama.
Quietly he walked to his room and removed his pair of jeans, his long tailed white tee shirt and the light sweater he had wrapped around his waist, leaving himself clothed in only his forest-green boxers. He knew he needed to get into his pajamas, but it did not faze him. As he lied on the bed, he let his thoughts drift over Haru, his two-almost three-year-old half-youko son. Haru would, on his third birthday, be able to create and maintain a human appearance. The boy was beginning to use his ki to manipulate plants, as a kitsune should. Yet, there was an untamed side to the boy—one that he had inherited from his other father.
Truth be told, Kurama was not the boy's true father. He was Haru's mother. Slender fingers reached out and grabbed a silver frame, one starting to tarnish with its many handlings. In the glass, captured for eternity, a young and happy redheaded human boy hugged a smaller, black-haired fire-demon. Tears welled up in the lavish green eyes as a lone finger slid over the grumpy expression, yet there was a twinkle in the blood-red eyes, one that belied his happiness and love for the 'fox.' This was Haru's true father. "Hiei…"
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TBC??~*~
deliciae: ::yawns while Muse shivers::
Muse: I hate this cold weather…
deliciae: Yeah. No school. I like school…
Muse: ::glares at deliciae::
deliciae: But… Anyways, I've gotta get to bed; even if I don't exactly have to be up and to school at 7:30 a.m. If you, the readers, like this fic, please review. Otherwise, I'll take it down and just wait until I finish my other fics to begin this one again. All comments are accepted—criticism and compliments, even ideas—like where you want this fic to go. I love those since writer's block happens a lot. I will give credit for the idea. Muse does love to handle the flames though… ^^; R&R please. Thanks!