So, here is the final story. You all know what happens to Youko if you watched YUYU Hakusho. His 'mother' brings him back to his senses after her selfless act. Any questions from the previous stories you can contact me. I don't plan on updating every day and I only ever came up with half of the story, not the full thing. I will be adding on to different parts of episodes that have Kurama and bring up Yoko's past. I hope you enjoy this story.

Echoes of the past

Chains rattled across the floor in the dark, musty room. Labored breathing could be heard, their pants coming in puffs of air. It had been so long since they had seen the light, had the comfort of their loved ones or even ate a decent meal. Their captivity wore on their instincts and mind like it would to any caged fox. Their fear grew stronger every time food was delivered and she still had no savior. She could only feel a large barrier in the area. The chains were heavy but had no magic; they needed none since she wore a necklace that sealed her powers in until her mate released them. She felt horrible, she really did but her hope in being saved was vanishing and she had a feeling the birth of her child is the deadline.

She hated it but she knew she is weak. They could get rid of the chains and she still couldn't escape, the food was minimal and not at all nutritional. This was worse than her time in the pits of Makai, it wasn't because of the darkness, but because of being chained and shoved in a small room that she was sure had mold growing in it. The conditions were far from what a pregnant woman should be in and the contractions she felt were coming faster and last longer. She knew they were not Braxton hicks. Her eyes welled with tears as her misery, pain, and fear assaulted her mind, telling her time was almost up. She would be weaker and still unable to use her powers without the necklace gone. They never told her their plans but she couldn't help but feel that once they notice she is in labor or birthed the child it would be game over.

Unless someone showed up in the next few hours she stood no chance. She could only pray that they might not be around today and she could gain some strength back if she doesn't die in labor. Maybe she could heal fast enough to kill them with her claws and fangs. The chances were slim but if she could keep her labor a secret long enough to give birth and recover then she just might be able to get them out of there.

She grit her teeth as another contraction hit her, her eyes firmly shut as waited for it to pass over. Then she felt wet and knew her water broke. She could smell the fluids and hoped no one else was around to detect it. The screeching of chairs in a room down a ways had her fears racing at the front of her mind. She isn't alone, the demons were still there and they smelled the change. Tears streamed as her body forced her to start pushing. Talking could be heard for a while but she never could understand what they were saying. She let out a deep breath and pushed at the same time.

She pushed and several minutes went by, trying as hard as possible to be quiet and not make too much noise, hoping they might think she just urinated or something. She leaned against the wall with her shoulders and kept pushing as silently and felt for the head in between the contractions. She felt the head come out and pushed a couple more times, trying her best to keep her baby's head off the flower with her tail. She almost had the baby all the way out when the footsteps approached the room. Her fear flooded all of her senses as light streamed through as they door screeched open. She grabbed what she scented was her son and clutched him to her chest, his wails coming out and his mother's distress making him scream louder as she was unable to comfort him the way he wished.

Light bounced off the metal as she watched grins stretch across their faces. "The time is here boys; we can finally send Youko in celebration of his son being born. Why don't we make sure we get their scent to go with it?" Their nods in agreement and anxious stares as they approached the final few steps had the realization that this was it. Her eyes bled red, fangs and claws lengthened as her growl came forth. This was supposed to be a day of happiness for them and these demons planned to murder them. Their laughs and scents of excitement gave her the power to weekly stand up hold her baby to her chest with her left arm. Her clawed right hand took aim at the nearest one but it never hit as another one kicked her in the ribs. She stumbled and did her best to remain upright until another punched her in the face and she fell backwards, head bouncing off the wall with a crack. Everything spun a little and the telltale feeling of blood oozing down your neck could be felt. They kicked her several times including the head and she tried to roll over to keep them from hurting her newborn son but she felt her hair being tugged and the back of her head connected with the cement.

"Enough! It's time to finish things!" The one in charge said as a wicked gleam came to his eyes. Her arms trembled and she heard the wails of her son as tears escaped both of their eyes. Her mind supplied an image of her mate the last time she saw him as she replayed that entire day in fast forward, ending with her screams and his ferocious growls echoing through the forest. The light caught the dagger as he raised it to the air and it brought her back to the present. She tried to rise up but felt the other two demons stomp on her shoulders. The dagger made its descend, blood squirted up and just like that the wails ended, the dagger embedded in her child's head and straight to her heart. Tears flooded her eyes and a pained gasp escaped her lips as she felt the dagger pull out. Her baby was dead. This was the end of the line and she failed to save her son. The demon chuckled and listened to her heart beat slow. He pulled a cloth out of his pocket and wrapped the dagger in it before handing it to the demon to left with instructions to drop it off at the hideout for Youko to find.

She barely registered the kick that sent her lying on her side, eyes wide open in horror as tears streamed down her face and the world grew dark. Her grip staying around her son as she was filled with regret and longing of the life she thought they would have. She knew they would not send them her body, not wanting them to have any chance of bringing them back to life. Her ears drooped along with her eyelids as she spit up blood in her last few pained breaths. The light in her eyes faded and the blood stopped pumping out. They didn't bother closing the door and left her and her baby's bodies to go cold. The building emptied and the smell of death increased.

That was a painful chapter to write. To think I spent 3 pages typing of his birth and their deaths.