Lost Little Youkai
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By: Ryoko
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A/N: This was a product of watching the YYH movie twenty-seven-too-many times, and drooling over Kurama and that other guy WAY too much . . . plus, this was one of the rare dreams that continue for a few naps after most usually end. This one made me cry though, so I think there might be a tissue alert and HEAVY shounen-ai. (Insert cheering here.) And this is also my very first YYH fic, so don't hate me if I don't use the right words or something . . . I tried . . . and all I've seen of YYH anyway, is the bootlegged English stuff on CN and a few KxH doujinshi . . . so don't get mad @ me and please review! Thank you! *Hugs*
--- Ten years earlier ---
"KURAMA!" The younger boy cried, shoving Kurama out of the way as a pillar collapsed, barely missing him, but trapping the other Youkai under it's great weight.
"Zeke!" he scrambled to his knees and crawled toward the boy. Grasping the boy's closest arm, he pulled with all his might to get his best friend free. But it was useless, the other youkai's legs were trapped too tightly to move him, and there was nobody that could help them, around any longer. "HOLD ON! I'LL GET YOU OUT!" He growled, trying to pull again.
"Don't. It's no use Kurama, get out of here!"
Another pillar collapsed close to them, revealing the rest of the burning village.
"I can't leave you, I CAN'T!" Kurama cried, his eyes welling with tears of defeat. "I just can't!"
"RUN! Get out of here! Leave me! I'll catch up to you later, JUST GO! Kurama, RUN! You'll be killed! Run!" Zeke cried, pushing Kurama away once again.
"Zeke . . . !" he was trembling violently, wanting badly to escape, but also completely sure that Zeke would not be able to free himself from the marble structure.
"GO!" the boy panted.
Kurama picked himself off of the ground and stared with fear and anger at the younger child. At the last second, letting his instincts take full control and, fleeing from the burning village, crying the whole way to safety.
He stopped on the hilltop; looking down the path frantically for the other Youkai and hoping with all his heart that the boy would keep his word, but time passed and nobody appeared.
" . . . EZEKIEL!" He screamed, wanting so badly to go back into the inferno, but afraid to at the same time. "EZEKIEL!"
--- Now ---
Kurama jolted upward in the bed, covered in tears and panting furiously, trembling as badly as he did back then.
Catching his breath, he kept himself silent and listened to see if his screaming had woken anyone up.
No sound, thankfully.
"Why now?" he whimpered, shoving aside the quilt and rising from the bed, stumbling blindly to the glass door, leading to the balcony outside of his room. Being as quiet as he could, he opened the door and slipped outside into the cold night air, grasping his arms and letting the cold seep into him to calm him down.
For no apparent reason, he stared at the moon blankly, still able to recall the young boy's face. With all of his heart he hoped that the other boy had lived . . . but that was be next to impossible with the conditions they were under.
A sharp pain stabbed through his chest, compelling him to collapse to his knees, nearly tearing through the flesh where the pain was emitting. This often happened when he thought so much about Zeke, and what might have happened to him. It hurt, worse than any physical wound could ever dream of.
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Game Over?
Continue?
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By: Ryoko
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A/N: This was a product of watching the YYH movie twenty-seven-too-many times, and drooling over Kurama and that other guy WAY too much . . . plus, this was one of the rare dreams that continue for a few naps after most usually end. This one made me cry though, so I think there might be a tissue alert and HEAVY shounen-ai. (Insert cheering here.) And this is also my very first YYH fic, so don't hate me if I don't use the right words or something . . . I tried . . . and all I've seen of YYH anyway, is the bootlegged English stuff on CN and a few KxH doujinshi . . . so don't get mad @ me and please review! Thank you! *Hugs*
--- Ten years earlier ---
"KURAMA!" The younger boy cried, shoving Kurama out of the way as a pillar collapsed, barely missing him, but trapping the other Youkai under it's great weight.
"Zeke!" he scrambled to his knees and crawled toward the boy. Grasping the boy's closest arm, he pulled with all his might to get his best friend free. But it was useless, the other youkai's legs were trapped too tightly to move him, and there was nobody that could help them, around any longer. "HOLD ON! I'LL GET YOU OUT!" He growled, trying to pull again.
"Don't. It's no use Kurama, get out of here!"
Another pillar collapsed close to them, revealing the rest of the burning village.
"I can't leave you, I CAN'T!" Kurama cried, his eyes welling with tears of defeat. "I just can't!"
"RUN! Get out of here! Leave me! I'll catch up to you later, JUST GO! Kurama, RUN! You'll be killed! Run!" Zeke cried, pushing Kurama away once again.
"Zeke . . . !" he was trembling violently, wanting badly to escape, but also completely sure that Zeke would not be able to free himself from the marble structure.
"GO!" the boy panted.
Kurama picked himself off of the ground and stared with fear and anger at the younger child. At the last second, letting his instincts take full control and, fleeing from the burning village, crying the whole way to safety.
He stopped on the hilltop; looking down the path frantically for the other Youkai and hoping with all his heart that the boy would keep his word, but time passed and nobody appeared.
" . . . EZEKIEL!" He screamed, wanting so badly to go back into the inferno, but afraid to at the same time. "EZEKIEL!"
--- Now ---
Kurama jolted upward in the bed, covered in tears and panting furiously, trembling as badly as he did back then.
Catching his breath, he kept himself silent and listened to see if his screaming had woken anyone up.
No sound, thankfully.
"Why now?" he whimpered, shoving aside the quilt and rising from the bed, stumbling blindly to the glass door, leading to the balcony outside of his room. Being as quiet as he could, he opened the door and slipped outside into the cold night air, grasping his arms and letting the cold seep into him to calm him down.
For no apparent reason, he stared at the moon blankly, still able to recall the young boy's face. With all of his heart he hoped that the other boy had lived . . . but that was be next to impossible with the conditions they were under.
A sharp pain stabbed through his chest, compelling him to collapse to his knees, nearly tearing through the flesh where the pain was emitting. This often happened when he thought so much about Zeke, and what might have happened to him. It hurt, worse than any physical wound could ever dream of.
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Game Over?
Continue?