Demonology
A/N: I own none of the YuYu Hakusho characters. But I do own Kitche Matsuhara, Brehgar, and sundry other characters who appear later. And this is just a repost with edits of grammar and off math fixed, i think. THANK YOU MY WONDERFULL REVIEWERS!!! you have no idea how much i love getting helpful criticism of my work. Thanks.
de⋅mon⋅ol⋅o⋅gy [dee-muh-nol-uh-jee] –noun
1. The study of demons or of beliefs about demons.
2. Belief in demons.
3. A group of persons or things regarded as evil or pernicious.
Also, daemonology.
Origin:
1590–1600; demono- + -logy
de·mon·ol·o·gy - n.
1. The study of demons.
2. Belief in or worship of demons.
3. A list or catalog of ones enemies: "As the years passed [the magazine's] demonology expanded to include Bolsheviks, radicals, Franklin D. Roosevelt, the New Deal, Government work programs or aid programs of any kind" (Maggie Nichols).
-Demonology- n. [Demon + -logy] A treatise on demons; a superstitious science which treats of demons and their manifestations. --Sir W. Scott.
Chapter 1-
Discovery
8:00 am, July 5th, 2009, Dallas, TX, I-20
103ºF 80% humidity
Hey/ I'm your life/ I'm the one who takes you there/
Hey/I'm your life/ I'm the one who cares/
They/they betray/ I'm your only true friend now/
They/they betray/I'm forever there
~ (Sad but True- Metallica)
I'm sitting in traffic… well technically I'm sitting in my heavily modified, mostly purple Scion Xb, and ITis sitting in traffic, but I digress. I'm listening to Metallica's black album on eternal repeating shuffle, the speakers are blaring out the sounds of the guitars and drums at around 120 decibels, but I barely notice the sound, I'm more interested in the black SUV with heavily tinted windows on my left. It's a plain soccer mom car, other than the color and tint on the windows. I hate I-20 at 8:00 am in July; I'm driving to Dallas for an interview with someone who left me a mail in World of Warcraft. Says that he knows what I am, what I can do, and what I've done- said to get there by 11:15, to an office at the World Trade Center's Dallas branch. I growl softly as the song changes to Enter Sandman. I check the passenger seat to check if IT's still there, and it is, what it looks like is a messenger's tube, the kind used to hold blueprints and posters, this one however is wood covered in a soft, black leather with an over-the-shoulder strap.
-Flashback-
Late 1980- The Makai- Forest of fools
I'm flitting through the shadows, safe, at least for now. Brehgar can't find me here, at least while I'm in shadow form. Blood's dripping down my leg. "Damn… the wound's opened up again", I mutter, grabbing my green scarf off my neck, using it as a makeshift bandage. "Too bad Kurama's dead, else this'd've been healed long ago" of course, they never found a body… I think to myself, but he was so powerful, he never could have gotten through the barrier. I hunker down inside a hollow tree to wait out the rain, and my pursuer.
-End flashback-
I'm finally here, 11:00am, stepping into a non-descript office, the only decoration being a slim vase on the plain particle board desk with a single red rose in it. The chair behind the desk is facing away from me; I adjust my leather trench and the olive-green scarf that's around my neck, waiting for whoever called me here to acknowledge my existence. I wait there for what seems like an eternity, before the door behind me opens. I jump, spinning around and pulling my sword out of the messenger tube, sheath and all, and in less than half a second the tip of the sword is at the man's throat. A stunning man, in fact. With long red hair and large, bright green eyes. His feminine face lit up before he noticed the katana pointed at his throat. "So. You came. I almost thought you wouldn't, seeing as how close to the deadline you got here" he said, looking at me quizzically. Ok, I know I look weird, I'm wearing a black and olive green plaid newsboy cap, the aforementioned black leather trench and olive green scarf, matching fingerless gloves, black pants and black leather platform boots. "And would you please lower the sword?" I looked between him and the chair rapidly. "Wait, if you're the one who sent the letter, who's in the chair?" I said confusedly. I felt a prickling feeling on the back of my neck. "Fox, do you want me to kill her if she doesn't lower her sword?" someone asked from behind me. "I don't believe that will be necessary, Hiei." He said calmly. "I know I look different from the last time you saw me Kitche, but it's me, Kurama." "Bullshit… You can't be Kurama, 'Cause Kurama's dead. And besides, you look NOTHING like him." The impudent human claiming to be Kurama sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, the same nervous gesture as the realKurama. "Told you she'd react this way, Kurama." The person named Hiei said. "It would be a LOT less complicated if we killed her." "Hiei, you have already told me your thoughts on this matter, and I still think it's a waste to kill her if we don't have to." The red-head said (A/N: oh god… it rhymes…I didn't notice that when I originally wrote it). He looked directly at me. "Ask me a question, Kitche, a question only I could answer." "Fine…" I said. "What. Am. I?" He grinned, "Easy, your ½ shadowling, ¼ wolf demon, ¼ Inu. Your favorite colors are black and olive green. Your sword's name is "the waning crescent" and you were born on April 23, 1021. your favorite food is salmon sashimi, and you like Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream. And as long as we're talking about you, what happened to your hair? As I remember it was black with white tips and olive green highlights." I sighed "well… I cut it when I ran to the human realm" I said "but it's still the same color." I lowered my sword. "AND WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE MAKAI HAPPENED TO YOU?!? I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!! YOU DIDN'T CALL, YOU DIDN'T WRITE, I WAS PRACTICALLY CHASED OUT OF THE MAKAI BECAUSE OF THE RUCKUS YOU CAUSED!!!" He ducked behind the desk and I whirled around… to come face to face with the only guy I've ever met whose as short as I am… his red eyes were glinting… and he was laughing. "That is the first time I have ever seen Kurama run and hide like a mouse." "So you've never yelled at him?" "No, I was under the impression that he'd kill me if I tried." I laughed "no, he's as meek as a rabbit. He'd rather hide than defend himself in an argument." Kurama peeked over the desk, "is it over? Are you NOT going to kill me?" he said nervously. Hiei and I looked at each other and started laughing. Kurama looked between us swiftly. "Wait… you two look alike." I raised one of my eyebrows impetuously. "Kurama, did you hit your head when you ducked behind that desk?" "Yeah, stupid fox, there is no way I look like that runt." Hiei muttered argumentatively. "RUNT?!?!?!?!?" I yelled, "I'll show you runt, you midget!!!" I lunged at him, but too late, Kurama grabbed me by the back of my jacket, and the speed at which I stopped caused my hat to fall off, revealing my shaggy, slightly spiky short hair, and the glowing blue insignia on my forehead. Hiei's jaw dropped. "Wow… I guess we do look kind of alike." He said, looking at my eyes clearly for the first time. "What do you mean by that?" I said, completely confused. "well other than the fact that our eyes are the exact same shade of garnet? Everything" he questioned and answered himself. "I leaned closer, looking directly into his eyes. " Ya know Hiei; you might be right about that." I muttered so only he could hear.
A/N: Ok, love it? Hate it? Tell me, but no flames, please, they have no reason to be near a fanfic. And I'm sorry if anyone is OOC, please tell me, and I will correct it. I love getting reviews and almost always fix whats wrong.