Where it all Started
Author: The
Freak - Freak Moister
Warnings: This story contains yaoi PG - 13 for now.
Disclaimer: All Yu Yu Hakusho characters belong to Yoshihiro Togashi
Also the throne name "Dragon Throne" and territory name
"Alaric" belongs to Mina Lightstar
Summary: All great journeys begin with the first step; well here it is my first
step in this hopefully interesting expanded series of YYH. See it as YYH book 3
if you want. As the three worlds settle down for a long time in several hundreds
of years, new mysterious happenings around the Makai bring about unrest in the
Reikai and Makai. Is this just another ambitious lord who wishes the impossible
or something more sinister that no one has yet suspect. As the dark menace
slowly spreads it's cruel fingers and the people of the three worlds slowly
being lured into its grasp can anyone stop it's unrelenting stride or will the
darkness once again spread it's poison into the hard won peace.
"Dong, dong, dong," The distinct sound of the school bell rang across the main court of Meiou Senior High, signaling the end of another school day and effectively the end of another week of school. It's a sunny afternoon of early spring and the sky was a happy baby blue without a speck of cloud, clear as a sheet of glass and just as fragile. The proud buildings of the school stood in a 'U' shape glowing almost white under the cool afternoon sun, studded with shinning faces of glass windows. A slight breeze rushed across the court, ruffling the leaves of the trees, which grew there and brought along the sweet smell of early spring sakura blossoms like that of a distant elegant tune of a piano.
Cool sunlight filtered through the clear windows throwing a kind of glow all around the halls and soon it was filled with the chatter of students, some ranting excitedly about the up coming weekend, some worrying about the midterm exams awaiting them in a few weeks, others just stood about, while some hurried to be the first one out of the school gates. A cheery atmosphere altogether to fit the cheery weather.
In his classroom Kurama sighed tiredly as he slowly packed away his things, pencil case, calculator… putting them neatly into his bag. Kurama stopped when it came to his note book, looking at the words which he had wrote during class on the last page he sighed again as a wave of somberness swept over him. Forget about it Kurama…he'll never understand…closing the book slowly Kurama jammed the notebook forcefully into his bag and grabbed his two new economics textbooks, on his desk before walking towards the classroom door. The cheery atmosphere did nothing to dispel the deep sadness, which had been around the kitsun for the past few weeks. Sliding the thin door open Kurama looked with distain at his chattering peers, wondering for the umpteenth time why he had to put such torment on himself.
At least the weeks over…finally…thought Kurama, it had been a long day and a long week. For a reason, which Kurama won't admit he had been feeling quite lonely and sad lately and couldn't concentrate at all on his school work, and the classes had just been passing by him in a slow blur capturing absolutely none of his attention or interest. All that he seemed to be interested in was sitting, alone, and thinking about a certain friend of his. Glad that it's the end of another week, all Kurama had to do now was to try and get himself home.
It had been about a year after the last Makai tournament and everything in the three worlds are peaceful. Koenma is still the whiney little prince of death, with an over sized King of death as his father, Mukuro and Yomi have achieved a record time of peace between their two lands and are actually obeying the rules of the Makai tournament. Yusuke is in Ningenkai trying to stay and finish school and so is Kuwabara, both fearing the powerful women in their lives, which are Keiko and Shizuru respectively. Although Yusuke is spending more of his time in Keiko's ramen store trying to look after the 'family' business. As for himself, well he's just finishing his last year of senior high and trying to decide whether he should go to university or go help at his step father's company.
Yet, as Kurama's thoughts drifted towards the last member of the Reikai Tentai, a certain little fire demon the ever present somber mood seemed, if possible to deepen it's profound sense in the already depressed kitsun. Actually the kitsun hadn't seen the enigmatic little fire demon for sometime already and is beginning to deeply miss the little demon's company though it's mostly silent companionship, Hiei's presence always brought about a deep soothing, calming and contended feeling about he kitsun. Sighing longingly, Kurama deduced that the little demon was probably busy dealing with the big workload of being the heir to almost a whole third of Makai. Mukuro would no doubt be piling paperwork and training exercises on top of all of his border patrol, diplomatic meetings with allies and various other things which a heir is required to do, it must be taking it's toll on the petite demon, though Kurama, bringing about a little smile, dispelling the somber mood a little. Maybe I should visit him this weekend…now that's a thought.
Seeing to have made up his mind about his weekend plan Kurama looked up to see the hallways still filled with a loud mumble of excited voices as students continued to filed out of their classroom and sprawl across the hallway. Kurama quickly navigated through, natural agility aiding him as to not bump into anyone, as he found the excited chatter of his peers extremely aggravating. Once out of the building the cool sunlight and breeze seemed to calm the red head a little. Taking a moment to enjoy the sun Kurama headed for the back school gate, opting for the scenic rout home, that is passing through the local park.
