Title: The Shakings of Reality
Author: Neko-Yasha formally Hikarichan
Rating: R
Warnings: er.. Really testing the limitations of fanfiction.net. Disturbing, twisted, and probably a peice of crap you really wouldnt read normally.
Pairings: Very off the wall, So many friggen love triangles and OC pairings it aint even funny pal.
Disclaimer: I only own two things, Jack and shit, and Jack left town.
Inspiration: ... dude you dont even wanna know...
Category: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Action, Comedy-- In one word, deffinatly Jerry Springer Material.
Cross-over of: Oh God where do I start? Yu Yu Hakusho, Gundam Wing, Digimon, Ranma 1/2, Poke'mon, Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Fushigi Yuugi, and many more.
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Ch0. Prologue: Genesis
The sun was unkind on days like this. The only mercy from heat, a soft breeze blowing the smell of blood past a warriors nose. She couldnt get away easilly, her ankles shackled to the stage in a town square. Sickened by fatigue, she coughed out blood when arrows were thrown uppon the podium, trying with all her might to fight away the urge to fall in this heat of battle. Her throat as dry as the earth around them all, crowd cheering in the back of her mind as she began to grow woozy and cold. "Fire now.." her executioner- the commander of her enemy, an army of lost souls. Fox ears and tail twitched as her hair whipped about drenched in her own blood, mingled with the enemies. Dodging as best to her ability, but she could take no more as posion arrows peirced into her flesh from behind... the very center of her spine, all the way through to the heart.
"Out of my way! Get out of my way!" A youkai pushing his way through the crowd, a sore thumb of white hair in a crowd of humans, stained with blood of war. "Move!" Growling at humans before him who cowered at his voice he came through... just in time to see poisoned arrows to hit her... Time seemed to freeze, her eyes darkened and she fell to her knees, blood spilling from her mouth. "SHIT!" Nothing stopped him now, he ran to her and grabbed her shoulders, kneeling infront of her, shaking her to stay alive. "Dont you dare die... DONT YOU DARE!" Eyes welling as he looked into her eyes, a once endless sea of green now dull with comming death. "No..." A mere whisper of his desperate plea as her lips began to part with a smile... the last amount of energy she could muster as her limbs began to numb and grow cold... she touched his warm cheek, tears spittering down her hands like salty rain. She could only mouth words, her breath gone... like he could read her thoughs, she mouthed but he could hear it... I love you, Kurama...
The hand dropped, and his heart with it. Her eyes closing into eternal sleep. Suddenly a storm of emotion rose past his eyes and he pulled her form to him... "DAMN IT!" He cryed out. But little time had he to mourn for words echoed in his fox-like ears. "Take care of it..." the voice of the executioner again... Enlightened by rage Kurama rose and turned to look at him... "You'll die for this..." His eyes were no longer gold but reddened by tears. And they starred unforgivingly at a once thought kind king. Overcome by this need to see her again... he kneeled down and picked the arrow that peirced her back..."You'll pay..." Then he placed the tip at his heart. "All of you..." like he were to leave a curse in death, an imprint of their existance, he thrust the arrow through, flinching slightly and wincing in pain. The poison worked quick, and the sting from the arrows slice faded quickly. "So... this is how you felt..." A weak smile as he looked at her limp form, before falling beside her, and his last breath breathed on. On his chest, carved in an invisible blade, a mark like a rose, one to match on her chest.
As if on cue, Light burst from the fox demons... Tama... These lights were... Tama... The crowd watched in awe, as they flew away faster than bolts of lightning into the sky. Atop a roof top far from the scene, a pair of golden eyes watched as well as gold hair whipping in the wind. A low voice, rumbling out a concerned sigh and he said very simple words," ... oh boy... this isnt good..." white feathered wings spread from this man's back and he dissapeared to check a current situation in another rip of time. Crossing through worlds as some would put it. And he stepped lightly to perch atop a boulder, looking down at the dead form of another man. His hair the strange color of purple, ragged and recently cut. Crimson liquid stained his beautiful chinese tunic and the figure sighed when a Tama also burst from this man and split apart as well, shooting off into the sky," ... you too Nuriko..." another sigh from the golden angel," So be it... " and a light smirk appeared," you'll all meet again."
Author: Neko-Yasha formally Hikarichan
Rating: R
Warnings: er.. Really testing the limitations of fanfiction.net. Disturbing, twisted, and probably a peice of crap you really wouldnt read normally.
Pairings: Very off the wall, So many friggen love triangles and OC pairings it aint even funny pal.
Disclaimer: I only own two things, Jack and shit, and Jack left town.
Inspiration: ... dude you dont even wanna know...
Category: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Action, Comedy-- In one word, deffinatly Jerry Springer Material.
Cross-over of: Oh God where do I start? Yu Yu Hakusho, Gundam Wing, Digimon, Ranma 1/2, Poke'mon, Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Fushigi Yuugi, and many more.
___________
Ch0. Prologue: Genesis
The sun was unkind on days like this. The only mercy from heat, a soft breeze blowing the smell of blood past a warriors nose. She couldnt get away easilly, her ankles shackled to the stage in a town square. Sickened by fatigue, she coughed out blood when arrows were thrown uppon the podium, trying with all her might to fight away the urge to fall in this heat of battle. Her throat as dry as the earth around them all, crowd cheering in the back of her mind as she began to grow woozy and cold. "Fire now.." her executioner- the commander of her enemy, an army of lost souls. Fox ears and tail twitched as her hair whipped about drenched in her own blood, mingled with the enemies. Dodging as best to her ability, but she could take no more as posion arrows peirced into her flesh from behind... the very center of her spine, all the way through to the heart.
"Out of my way! Get out of my way!" A youkai pushing his way through the crowd, a sore thumb of white hair in a crowd of humans, stained with blood of war. "Move!" Growling at humans before him who cowered at his voice he came through... just in time to see poisoned arrows to hit her... Time seemed to freeze, her eyes darkened and she fell to her knees, blood spilling from her mouth. "SHIT!" Nothing stopped him now, he ran to her and grabbed her shoulders, kneeling infront of her, shaking her to stay alive. "Dont you dare die... DONT YOU DARE!" Eyes welling as he looked into her eyes, a once endless sea of green now dull with comming death. "No..." A mere whisper of his desperate plea as her lips began to part with a smile... the last amount of energy she could muster as her limbs began to numb and grow cold... she touched his warm cheek, tears spittering down her hands like salty rain. She could only mouth words, her breath gone... like he could read her thoughs, she mouthed but he could hear it... I love you, Kurama...
The hand dropped, and his heart with it. Her eyes closing into eternal sleep. Suddenly a storm of emotion rose past his eyes and he pulled her form to him... "DAMN IT!" He cryed out. But little time had he to mourn for words echoed in his fox-like ears. "Take care of it..." the voice of the executioner again... Enlightened by rage Kurama rose and turned to look at him... "You'll die for this..." His eyes were no longer gold but reddened by tears. And they starred unforgivingly at a once thought kind king. Overcome by this need to see her again... he kneeled down and picked the arrow that peirced her back..."You'll pay..." Then he placed the tip at his heart. "All of you..." like he were to leave a curse in death, an imprint of their existance, he thrust the arrow through, flinching slightly and wincing in pain. The poison worked quick, and the sting from the arrows slice faded quickly. "So... this is how you felt..." A weak smile as he looked at her limp form, before falling beside her, and his last breath breathed on. On his chest, carved in an invisible blade, a mark like a rose, one to match on her chest.
As if on cue, Light burst from the fox demons... Tama... These lights were... Tama... The crowd watched in awe, as they flew away faster than bolts of lightning into the sky. Atop a roof top far from the scene, a pair of golden eyes watched as well as gold hair whipping in the wind. A low voice, rumbling out a concerned sigh and he said very simple words," ... oh boy... this isnt good..." white feathered wings spread from this man's back and he dissapeared to check a current situation in another rip of time. Crossing through worlds as some would put it. And he stepped lightly to perch atop a boulder, looking down at the dead form of another man. His hair the strange color of purple, ragged and recently cut. Crimson liquid stained his beautiful chinese tunic and the figure sighed when a Tama also burst from this man and split apart as well, shooting off into the sky," ... you too Nuriko..." another sigh from the golden angel," So be it... " and a light smirk appeared," you'll all meet again."