A prologue to the story my mind won't let me not write. It's been stuck in my head for days and I had to write it down and now that I have this I think I'm going to continue. Whether or not I post the rest and this stays up is if you the reader's like it!!
Two Years Before Urameshi Yusuke's First Death
He ran. Ran and ran, his days and hours had run together and he knew no longer how long he had been running. Each breath was drawn shakily from his burning lungs and his legs ached, more so from the many cuts and bruises that now adorned him then from his panicked running. His shoulder had been torn open a night before, and it hurt now with infection. But he could still hear them, he couldn't stop running. Not now, not yet. His mind ran in circles with its lack of oxygen, unable to think of more then putting one damn foot in front of the other equally damned one.
A branch broke. He jumped. He drew a breath filled with tears he was unwilling to shed. Fear fueled his battered and worn body, urging it to move faster to out last those behind his frail form. He shivered. His ki was too low to help and the air around was cold with the damp night. He cast his gaze around, cursing when he realized what he searched in vain for. His companion had been lost days ago, no doubt now festering some where. A single tear, against his will slide down his check, running passed his mark. He brought a hand up to shakily wipe it away. Distractions would leave him no better off then his companion.
The mark, the reason he ran. He had to run, to get away. He himself was worthless, but the rest marked as he, were not. Not in this life, not in this world. Would his actions now redeem all he had done before? Oh how by the world above he hoped and wished that it could be. He ran and kept running. A branch left a cut on his check. I bleed just to know I'm alive. He ran in the cover of darkness, in the cover of trees, impairing his sight. I can't let the world see me, they wouldn't understand. Please oh please! Let this be the redemption I can seek in this life.
Shouts echoed in the branches above. Adrenaline pumped. He knew the voice but not the words they spoke. He spoke very little for the years he had lived and could barely recognise the sound of his own voice. And no one understood him, as he didn't understand them. But those voices he knew, they had tortured him for years in some of the cruelest ways the mind could figure. He turned his head. A crevice was in the rocks to his right. He could fit through that. A perk of being short and skinny as hell. Those who chased wouldn't have that perk. They were big and heavy, some with fat other with muscle that could act as armor.
The rock took skin from his already torn body. He knew the moment when his followers hit the rocks. They screamed and howled at the loss of their prey. He continued to run, he was not free yet. Voices!!! He skidded to a halt. These voices were not ones he was familiar with, and while they did not sound friendly, they were not filled with malice. He parted leaves and branches to see who stood before him, in a clearing where many would not be safe in this area. Reikai………What are they doing? Again he didn't understand the language used but they looked worried. Some argued. Are they looking for someone? Could they be working for them? How would they be able to get people from the Reikai on their pay? ………I don't want to die… A growl filled the air. His eyes widened. It can't be!!! Oh please, how many jokes can this living realm play on one person?
An animal burst through the foliage from the other side. It howled with pain, he could see the arrow stuck in one side. Before his oxygen and sleep deprived brain could react to the situation, his body had; jumping out and screaming to the animal.
"Stop!!! Please don't die and leave me!" he shouted to his companion, who he had thought dead. His companion stopped its thrashing and shrunk in size. He grabbed it pulling it tight to his body. Pulling out the arrow his companion hissed. He clutched the bundle of brown fur to him as it attempted to lick his face. The Reikai, guards he now realized, circled around them. They spoke, voices harsh. He shouted but knew they wouldn't understand. No one understood him but the fur piled in his arms wheezing.
"Stop!!!" He jumped; he did know that word, or rather what happened when those sounds were put together. A teenaged man walked into the clearing. He looked at the guards with disapproval. He spoke as though he was ordering they and they backed off. He approached the shaking figure and bundle of fluff still trying to lick him. When the regal looking man was closer, the boy bowed the best he could from his knees and shouted. His only hope was that it wouldn't get him killed. He knew what he looked like; he was unclean, covered in dirt and blood. His grey clothes too big and ripped cover in dirt and blood as well as leaves and the odd rock. And while he hated the idea of appearing submissive to anyone who seemed to hold authority or more power then him, his life was more important. His information was too; perhaps it would buy him a chance. He looked up; the man was confused, and turned to one of the guards. The boy got ready to run when the teenager spoke only one word. The only other he knew.
"Translator."
People will kill me for later chapters but for now what do you think? BTW this is not an OC in this chapter.