[Authors Note] Greetings everyone, and welcome to the beginning of a short story I've been writing on and off for the past two and a half months. I apologise for the irritation you all may have felt with my lack of uploading anything to do with The Fear Of Blood. To be honest, I haven't been able to focus on very much since the beginning of September. And believe me, it's really annoying. So for the most part, I've been trying to get myself in emotional order. I won't bother you with the details, but I'm hoping that this story will help me get back into things. The Fear Of Blood, as I'm sure you can tell is running on it's darker fuel at the moment, and I just don't have the motivation to go along with that. Something lighter is an order, and I believe this one will have it. Also, I felt like Kurama doesn't have enough love on my Hard Drive. Hiei tops the story list with a whopping 23 assorted shorts and full length stories, followed by Yusuke and Kuwabara with 3 each. So I felt I hadn't been doing our floral gentleman any I just hear the Kurama girls let out a cheer? Well let's hope I don't disappoint you all. Please enjoy, and I'd love to have some feedback - I don't do much with Kurama in the sense of fuller scenario's, so this is a new space for me. I'm more of a Hiei fan-girl, tee hee.
Anyways, on with the story; I've taken up enough of your time!
Oh, and I apologise if this first chapter is way small - I wanted to submit it as a prologue, but doesn't seem to have a prologue chapter system, so I've had to put it as Chapter One! I'm really sorry!
Jozei / MuffinxXxSyndrome / Sanguinistic Nightmares Out!
Origin - A Shuichi "Kurama" Minamino Story
Chapter One: MIdnight (Prologue)
Sapphire, the skies of a deep and dark night shone this colour, casting it like a cloak over the whole of the lands. A calm and collected night, where the beings that resided within this world beckoning an air of peaceful slumber to the day dwelling, and a relaxing evening for the night dwelling. Morning was a long way away, and the cool night breeze filtered through the lands like the cool hand of a calming mother. The trees below swayed slightly, the flowering speckling the land in coloured confetti, and the dormant in slumber. Pink petals fell from the trees that lined the edge of a large lake to the south of the lands that were forests, an oddly beautiful colour against the black waters of the lake.
The air was crisp with the sweet scent of nectar, floral delight, and as the stars shone down over the lake, reflected imperfectly in the still surface, the tiniest hints of life beneath the pink trees came to notice. A trail ran along the edge of the lake, an often used trail despite the lack of civilisation, and as the faintest of footsteps echoed faintly with the wind, the tiniest hints of fruit-bats in the skies above made their chorus known.
A small, and petite form walked along the trail, emerging from the pink foliage of the flowering trees. A human-appearing form, that of a young girl stepped, her feet delicately touching the worn ground as she stretched, her arms reaching upwards with tension as she tried to stretch out a kink in her back. A silver coloured cloak covered most of her form. Long, elegantly braided hair hung down her back, matching the colour of a deep magenta colour. Slowly opening her eyes as she let her arms back down to her sides, pure cerulean eyes looked around curiously, an air of business about the way that she looked around. With her eyes closed, she appeared the age of around late-twenties, but her eyes held such youth that with her eyes open, she looked no older than eighteen, almost cutting her appearing age in half.
As she walked, around the edge of the lake there were a great many patches of plant that resembled lotus plants, lilies and other various water plants. Almost seeming to be a floral paradise, the figure began to increase her pace slightly. The tiniest hints of a kind of home came to notice, an orange coloured home that seemed it wasn't built from human hands. The scent of cinnamon filtered through the air, which seemed to stimulate the young girl's desire to move faster as she picked up more speed. The cinnamon, an unnatural scent for a forest haven, was a warm scent that seemed to attract more than just the young girl, squirrels tended to build their homes in the trees right next to the house, and other assorted creatures favourable to the sweet and warm scents took up residence at the back of her house – or even within the very walls of the house. Slowly, the path turned from worn ground, to an almost ornately paved path, cobblestones lined the ground from barely twenty meters away, the only sign to others that someone did indeed live here.
The orange house, instead of looking like an actual house, was a giant pumpkin, reaching upwards around ten meters, and was most definitely at least twenty meters in radius. Many vines flowed over the edges of the pumpkin, flowers blooming, and many more naturally sized pumpkins hung from the vines the pumpkin house grew from. The young girl smiled a broad smile, almost seeming to skip up the path to enter the house. A simple door stood in the front of the pumpkin house, and many windows lined the pumpkin house. The girl, detouring to pick one of the smaller pumpkins, opened it with the touch of her hand to the door handle, letting herself inside without the slightest concern. The vines of pumpkins grew onwards for many meters, mixing together with other melons, plants, and various others. Flowers covered the area thickly, almost covering the grasses that one would expect of a forest.
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"Lord Koenma, I've brought lunch for you this afternoon." The woman called Misao spoke, causing Koenma to lose a bit of his frown almost immediately.
"Hm, good. I've been starving. Anymore of this searching for a giant Pumpk-"
"We have prepared roasted Pumpkin Pie and seasoned salmon."
"Pumpkin Pie?!" Koenma almost exclaimed, leaping up onto his feet in outrage as Misao covered her mouth to hide the giggle that escaped her lips.