Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not claim to own the plot concepts of "Yu Yu Hakusho," nor do I claim ownership over the characters as both were created by Yoshihiro Togashi and published by Shueisha. "Yu Yu Hakusho," the television series, was directed by Akiyuki Arafusa and Noriyuki Abe and written by Yukiyoshi Ōhashi. The television series of "Yu Yu Hakusho" was licensed by Madman Entertainment, MVM Films, and Funimation. Due to the fact that I have clearly accredited both genres of "Yu Yu Hakusho" I expect to remain free of all plagiaristic directed allegations. I will not be making money through this work; therefore, there is no copyright infringement intended. This work is purely and only meant to be a practice for me, and to learn what others may think of my work.
Authors Note: Alright everyone! After much thinking and creating I have decided to re-write my story. I feel I am much more proud and open with my work now. I appreciate all the followers and reviews I received for my previous work. You all are a blessing and I am happy to share my stories with you. I plan to finish this all the way through!
Till the worlds fall down
Chapter 1
A Night Out
Swords met fiercely in battle. Sparks flew at the growing blows. This was life or death. Each man determined to vanquish their opponent. The larger of the two grunted and took a step forward as he pressed more weight into his weapon. "She is mine!" He roared with malice. The other man stayed quiet, clearly afraid to use his lasting energy to speak. His focus was strong, unfaltering to the woman and three men who laid among the rubble. He had to hold on just a bit longer. "If you surrender now Hiei, I will end your life quickly."
A small brunette sipped slowly at her third newly brewed coffee. It was mornings like these she wished she got enough sleep. The office hummed with activity around the woman, making it difficult to focus on the final quota she needed to present to her boss. Numbers melded together on the screen, and Whitney closed her eyes in hopes to right her sight again. The dreams she experienced throughout her life seemed to become more frequent with age, and for a few times Whitney contemplated seeing a therapist. "But not all of them are dreams." She mumbled to herself. There were plenty of times she felt a sudden rush of Déjà vu, and could already foresee the ending. Visions some called it, when she had spent hours researching it online. It was the only reason that kept her from going, worried they would take her away and admit her.
A fellow coworker casually walked to Whitney's desk and leaned against the polished wood. "You okay sweet cheeks?" An older blonde greeted. Whitney turned, forcing a smile to her friend. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" The woman shrugged crossing her arms. Her tight red dress suit appearing to split from the seams. "You sure?" She asked. "You're just not yourself this morning." A fragile manicured hand raised up to stop her from speaking further. "I'm fine Kat, really. Just didn't sleep well that's all." Blue eyes locked with brown. A small battle to see if Whitney would break. "Alright." Kathy began. "If you say so." She got up to leave only to stop, her head turning to peer over her shoulder. "Drinks tonight?" She asked merrily. Whitney genuinely smiled for the first time that day. "Absolutely, meet you there."
Blood began to permanently stain the ground beneath Kishou's boots. A triumphant smile graced upon his lips. He was getting closer now. He could feel it in the dying breeze of his homeland. For centuries Kishou had always kept his goal in sight. One mortal was all he needed to rule this world, and once he conquered it, there were sure more to follow. After a quick swipe with his hooked sword and sheathing it, Kishou turned to his companion covered in blood. "Ruko." He began. "You know what to do." His companion bent forward slowly. A mouthful of sharp canines displayed for his master. An excellent answer with no words.
Kathy nudged Whitney for the fourth time that night. For whatever reason the older woman had, Whitney was her main project. "Come on Whit!" She exclaimed with pleading eyes. "Go talk to him. He's been walking past you constantly to get your attention." Instead, Whitney stay glued to her seat at the bar. "He's probably just looking for someone else." Kathy rolled her eyes at the pathetic attempt to avoid confrontation. "Alright then, I'm going home." Kathy announced pushing herself from the bar. Instantly Whitney turned from her drink. "But you just got here!" "Well," Kathy began. "If you at least say hello to him I think I'll find more energy to stay." Whitney got up from her seat sporting a small pout, her drink still in hand. "Fine. Fine. If he ends up being a pervert you're buying the next two rounds." Kathy grinned back, silently enjoying her small victory. "Deal! Now shoo!"
The bar was packed, which wasn't unusual for a Friday night. But for Whitney it always became a nuisance. Bodies covered every corner, a majority in conversation over the music. The man that passed by her multiple times finally came to view. The first thing she noticed about him, was that he was large. Muscles bulged from underneath his white shirt, giving the impression the flimsy material would rip at any moment. The second feeling was fear. Not out of nervousness but out of genuine fear. Something dark was lurking behind his knowing smile, and Whitney was terrified to find out. At first she turned to go back to her friend. The back of her mind telling her to flee from the stranger, but she had a point to prove. 'And two free drinks'. She thought. So with determination and new found courage, Whitney walked up to him flashing a flirty smile.
Yusuke leaned against the old brick building in a neighboring alleyway. Waiting for Botan with information on his next case always was a pain. "Women." He muttered. "Always late with everything." His redheaded teammate chuckled lightly at the remark. "I'm sure she'll be here in a moment." Kurama began. "If it were serious, she would have arrived sooner." Yusuke shrugged lightly in response. Over the years the cases had become less frequent, which in turn became a blessing in disguise for the team. But something was brewing. They all knew it deep down that another would rise to the challenge and try to claim leadership of the worlds. They just didn't know when.
Whitney leaned against the bar further to create more space between her and the man who introduced himself as 'Smith' though she knew better. He was handsome by many standards. Including the women who openly gawked in his direction. But Whitney had a different feeling. The way he moved closer every time she moved back, or the way he would smirk ever so slightly when Whitney felt the least bit scared. It was as if he was intentionally trying to make her feel this way. 'Time to go'. Taking a step from the bar, she turned with a bright smile. "It was really nice meeting you Smith but I really should be getting back to my friend." Placing her drink on the counter, she waved a shy hand. The gesture was meant to stop him from proceeding her further, every man knew that. Once the women initiated the 'leave' it was only fair the man stayed with a friendly smile. The game was over and the woman crowned victor. But Smith was a different type of man, who played by a different set of rules. A large hand wrapped around Whitney's wrist, making it disappear in his grasp. The brunette turned, shock painted on her face. "Wha-What are you doing?" He leaned in close to her, taking his time to breathe in her scent. His black eyes traveled from her hand to her face, before locking into her mesmerizing brown irises.
"Found you."