Disclaimer: I don't own the anime series of Inuyasha, or the anime series
of Yu Yu Hakusho. Don't sue me; it's a worthless course of action. I have
about 23 cents.
Prologue
Miamichi Hideko sat at his favorite stool, of his favorite ramen stand, eating his favorite order of ramen. He looked to be about 23, was slim yet firmly muscled, and a little above average height. His long, silky black hair was done up in a braid that reached his rear, and his dark brown eyes were staring unseeingly at the countertop in front of him. He wore a red long sleeve shirt unbuttoned and un-tucked over a thick white t- shirt, which was tucked into his black pants.
As he finished eating the ramen, Hideko stood up and left the correct amount of yen on the counter. As he walked out, his white sneakers making no sound, the ramen chef nodded at him, and tossed him a fortune cookie, which Hideko neatly plucked out of the air before pocketing it without looking at it.
Once out on the street Hideko headed toward his current apartment and business, which required a twenty-minute walk. Once he arrived at 'The Time Gate', Hideko withdrew a key from his pocket and entered the one story building after unlocking the door, and closed and locked the door behind him, leaving the sign flipped to the 'closed' side.
He easily navigated the dark interior to behind the counter where he found another door. Upon opening he descended the stairs while the door closed automatically. At the end of the stairs was another door, this time unlocked.
Hideko opened it and stepped into what most people would consider a lair. A very organized, civilized lair, but still a lair. The room was rather large, nearly a hundred feet on each side, with a height of 12 feet.
Along one wall was nothing but bookshelves, crammed from floor to ceiling with books, quite a few of them magic books. If one were to look closely, they would see magic books that were thought to disappear more than 200 years ago.
Along another wall was nothing but old wooden chests, stacked from floor to ceiling. Inside these chests was a vast fortune, rivaled only by a few around the world, consisting of gold, jewels, and several other precious metals, paintings, and other works of art. If someone were to take the task of actually counting how much money was in those chests, they would decide to give up once they hit the two billion mark, which was only about half the wall.
Half of the third wall was covered in nothing but weapons, spanning the past 500 years. At one section, a halberd stood next to a rocket launcher and its ammunition, which stood next to a Zanbatou. The other half of the wall was dedicated to Hideko's living needs, including a bed, a kitchen, and a bathroom, which Hideko had closed off, making it the only other room.
In the middle of the room was the rest of what anyone would need. There was an area for sparring, or at least performing katas, an area that was nothing but an entertainment section, and even a small pool was installed in one section, well away from the books and weapons.
Hideko chose a comfy armchair and sank into its many cushions before kicking off his shoes, and pulling out the fortune cookie that he had received from the ramen stand. After breaking open the shell, Hideko tossed it on the ground, only keeping the 'fortune.' Immediately after leaving his hand, the shell disintegrated.
Hideko read the rather large fortune, and his eyebrows slowly climbed up his forehead until they disappeared beneath his bangs. He re-read the note passed along on a messenger service that he had set up nearly thirty years before.
After he had read enough times to make sure he hadn't misunderstood, Hideko crumpled the note, and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.
Urameshi Yusuke lay on his bed, black hair ruffled from sleep. He was currently staring blankly at the ceiling above him, miserably failing at somehow willing himself the strength to get up today. As it was Sunday, he didn't have any school, and had no other plans.
He had just resigned himself to another day spent in boredom when his mother walked in with a note in her hand. She placed it on his stomach, and then walked out.
"Breakfast is ready if you're hungry."
Yusuke didn't respond to his mother's statement. In fact, it was a full minute before he even moved at all. He picked up the letter, and opened it, pulling out a thick piece of paper. As he unfolded it and looked at the letter, his eyes widened in surprise at the words in front of him.
After he recovered from the surprise, his eyes scanned the paper and Yusuke began to truly feel life return to his limbs after a week of nothing worthwhile.
With a grin on his face, Yusuke leapt out of bed and quickly showered, then got dressed in a white tank top, and black pants. He then headed for the living room and the breakfast his mother had made.
Atsuko's eyes widened when her son came in, fully dressed, and moving with more of a spring in his movements than he had had for a month. He sat down and viciously attacked the breakfast she had made. Atsuko's mouth was still hanging open when Yusuke finished a few minutes later, and he stood.
"Great breakfast, thanks mom. I gotta go though. I'll see you later today."
With that Yusuke headed out, pulling on his shoes as he stepped outside.
Atsuko blinked before closing her mouth, and standing up. She headed into Yusuke's room, and picked up the letter that Yusuke had not thrown away. Her eyes widened just as Yusuke's had done. After a moment of trying to make sense of the letter, Atsuko folded it up and placed it back into the envelope, then left the room.
Once she was gone, the letter disintegrated.
Kale Blaze stepped off of the bus onto the cement sidewalk and started walking toward a nearby hamburger stand. After a three hour drive, Kale was starving, and in serious need of something to eat.
As he walked up to the stand and pulled out his wallet, the man working the stand looked Kale up and down, taking in his appearance.
Blond hair, held back by a black headband, and piercing blue eyes looked back at him. The 17 year old was dressed in a black tank top, exposing well-built arms. His tan cargo slacks had a well-used look about them, and a black belt with a silver buckle was exposed by his tucked in shirt. His pants bunched slightly over his ankle high black steel toe boots. Kale's appearance was completed by a rather beaten up backpack, which appeared to be half full.
After Kale completed his order and handed over the money, the man handed over a hamburger, soda, and a strange napkin. Kale nodded and walked away, digging into the hamburger as he did so. He had finished it by the time he came to the street corner and threw the wrapper away into a trashcan. He wiped his face with the napkin, and as he pulled it away, he noticed how odd it was and unfolded it one handed. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he turned to look back at the stand. He didn't even blink when he saw it had vanished.
Kale returned his attention to the letter as he downed some of his soda. Once he finished reading it, he tossed it toward the trashcan, unsurprised when it disintegrated not even halfway there.
Kale headed toward a nearby alleyway, finishing off his soda as he passed the entrance. He moved deep into the shadows of the alley, and dropped his now empty soda cup. His eyes glowed an odd shade of emerald green, and he suddenly vanished.
:Author's comments:
What do you think? Please review. The first chapter should be up soon after this.
Oh, I'm thinking of making this an interactive fic. The next chapter should explain how your characters will mix with the ones I'm already using. So make a character, and send it to me via review, or e-mail me directly at deviant_fenrir@hotmail.com.
Prologue
Miamichi Hideko sat at his favorite stool, of his favorite ramen stand, eating his favorite order of ramen. He looked to be about 23, was slim yet firmly muscled, and a little above average height. His long, silky black hair was done up in a braid that reached his rear, and his dark brown eyes were staring unseeingly at the countertop in front of him. He wore a red long sleeve shirt unbuttoned and un-tucked over a thick white t- shirt, which was tucked into his black pants.
As he finished eating the ramen, Hideko stood up and left the correct amount of yen on the counter. As he walked out, his white sneakers making no sound, the ramen chef nodded at him, and tossed him a fortune cookie, which Hideko neatly plucked out of the air before pocketing it without looking at it.
Once out on the street Hideko headed toward his current apartment and business, which required a twenty-minute walk. Once he arrived at 'The Time Gate', Hideko withdrew a key from his pocket and entered the one story building after unlocking the door, and closed and locked the door behind him, leaving the sign flipped to the 'closed' side.
He easily navigated the dark interior to behind the counter where he found another door. Upon opening he descended the stairs while the door closed automatically. At the end of the stairs was another door, this time unlocked.
Hideko opened it and stepped into what most people would consider a lair. A very organized, civilized lair, but still a lair. The room was rather large, nearly a hundred feet on each side, with a height of 12 feet.
Along one wall was nothing but bookshelves, crammed from floor to ceiling with books, quite a few of them magic books. If one were to look closely, they would see magic books that were thought to disappear more than 200 years ago.
Along another wall was nothing but old wooden chests, stacked from floor to ceiling. Inside these chests was a vast fortune, rivaled only by a few around the world, consisting of gold, jewels, and several other precious metals, paintings, and other works of art. If someone were to take the task of actually counting how much money was in those chests, they would decide to give up once they hit the two billion mark, which was only about half the wall.
Half of the third wall was covered in nothing but weapons, spanning the past 500 years. At one section, a halberd stood next to a rocket launcher and its ammunition, which stood next to a Zanbatou. The other half of the wall was dedicated to Hideko's living needs, including a bed, a kitchen, and a bathroom, which Hideko had closed off, making it the only other room.
In the middle of the room was the rest of what anyone would need. There was an area for sparring, or at least performing katas, an area that was nothing but an entertainment section, and even a small pool was installed in one section, well away from the books and weapons.
Hideko chose a comfy armchair and sank into its many cushions before kicking off his shoes, and pulling out the fortune cookie that he had received from the ramen stand. After breaking open the shell, Hideko tossed it on the ground, only keeping the 'fortune.' Immediately after leaving his hand, the shell disintegrated.
Hideko read the rather large fortune, and his eyebrows slowly climbed up his forehead until they disappeared beneath his bangs. He re-read the note passed along on a messenger service that he had set up nearly thirty years before.
After he had read enough times to make sure he hadn't misunderstood, Hideko crumpled the note, and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.
Urameshi Yusuke lay on his bed, black hair ruffled from sleep. He was currently staring blankly at the ceiling above him, miserably failing at somehow willing himself the strength to get up today. As it was Sunday, he didn't have any school, and had no other plans.
He had just resigned himself to another day spent in boredom when his mother walked in with a note in her hand. She placed it on his stomach, and then walked out.
"Breakfast is ready if you're hungry."
Yusuke didn't respond to his mother's statement. In fact, it was a full minute before he even moved at all. He picked up the letter, and opened it, pulling out a thick piece of paper. As he unfolded it and looked at the letter, his eyes widened in surprise at the words in front of him.
After he recovered from the surprise, his eyes scanned the paper and Yusuke began to truly feel life return to his limbs after a week of nothing worthwhile.
With a grin on his face, Yusuke leapt out of bed and quickly showered, then got dressed in a white tank top, and black pants. He then headed for the living room and the breakfast his mother had made.
Atsuko's eyes widened when her son came in, fully dressed, and moving with more of a spring in his movements than he had had for a month. He sat down and viciously attacked the breakfast she had made. Atsuko's mouth was still hanging open when Yusuke finished a few minutes later, and he stood.
"Great breakfast, thanks mom. I gotta go though. I'll see you later today."
With that Yusuke headed out, pulling on his shoes as he stepped outside.
Atsuko blinked before closing her mouth, and standing up. She headed into Yusuke's room, and picked up the letter that Yusuke had not thrown away. Her eyes widened just as Yusuke's had done. After a moment of trying to make sense of the letter, Atsuko folded it up and placed it back into the envelope, then left the room.
Once she was gone, the letter disintegrated.
Kale Blaze stepped off of the bus onto the cement sidewalk and started walking toward a nearby hamburger stand. After a three hour drive, Kale was starving, and in serious need of something to eat.
As he walked up to the stand and pulled out his wallet, the man working the stand looked Kale up and down, taking in his appearance.
Blond hair, held back by a black headband, and piercing blue eyes looked back at him. The 17 year old was dressed in a black tank top, exposing well-built arms. His tan cargo slacks had a well-used look about them, and a black belt with a silver buckle was exposed by his tucked in shirt. His pants bunched slightly over his ankle high black steel toe boots. Kale's appearance was completed by a rather beaten up backpack, which appeared to be half full.
After Kale completed his order and handed over the money, the man handed over a hamburger, soda, and a strange napkin. Kale nodded and walked away, digging into the hamburger as he did so. He had finished it by the time he came to the street corner and threw the wrapper away into a trashcan. He wiped his face with the napkin, and as he pulled it away, he noticed how odd it was and unfolded it one handed. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he turned to look back at the stand. He didn't even blink when he saw it had vanished.
Kale returned his attention to the letter as he downed some of his soda. Once he finished reading it, he tossed it toward the trashcan, unsurprised when it disintegrated not even halfway there.
Kale headed toward a nearby alleyway, finishing off his soda as he passed the entrance. He moved deep into the shadows of the alley, and dropped his now empty soda cup. His eyes glowed an odd shade of emerald green, and he suddenly vanished.
:Author's comments:
What do you think? Please review. The first chapter should be up soon after this.
Oh, I'm thinking of making this an interactive fic. The next chapter should explain how your characters will mix with the ones I'm already using. So make a character, and send it to me via review, or e-mail me directly at deviant_fenrir@hotmail.com.