Everyone should realize one thing when attempting to resurrect themselves.
Know where the hell your body is going to be, because when I woke up with the first breath I've had in fifteen years, I couldn't help but notice I was in a place with bars.
Again.
What the hell? Was my first thought as I scrambled to my feet and came close to the bars. Across from me and down the hallways I saw other small rooms like mine with thick steel bars. Some demons were chained up and others sleeping on their cots with their backs to me. The place stank of urine and unwashed bodies. Across from me a bird demon was staring at me in horror, his eyes continually flicking to the ceiling where I had previously dropped.
I waggled my eyebrows at him and the bird demon balked, clacking his beak in surprise as he fell back against the wall. I rolled my eyes, reaching down and snatching up my black hat. I smacked the ragged thing against my leg, a cloud of dust coming up and causing me to sneeze. This caused a few of my cellmates to finally notice someone new was among their number. They took the liberty of gawking at me as the bird had and I rolled my eyes, fitting my hat onto my head as I winked at them all.
"Evening, gentlemen, know where I can get something to eat around here?" I asked them good heartedly, reaching over and pushing the door open to my cell. At least the one I had landed in was unoccupied, so I didn't have to worry about breaking out of jail a second time. A green demon with horns sprouting from his head scowled at me as I casually strolled out of my cell.
"Depends, you just gonna walk out on us? Least you could do is help your fellow neighbors." The green demon snarled, and there were catcalls from the other prisoners. I blinked, unsure of how to respond to this request. I wasn't above setting lose a few troublemakers and causing havoc every now and again, but for one I didn't know why these men were confined. Second, I hadn't been planning a jailbreak as the first act on the list of things to do when I came back to life.
"Depends, how many guys have you killed? How many innocent maidens have you deflowered?" I asked the demon, who glared at me.
"I ain't done nothin! Slave trader's hit the town, and now we're all waiting to put on the Block! You just gone leave us here? Fine, see if I and the others don't start making noise so you get captured to! Your one of the pretty ones, and I'm sure they'll find you a master whose cock you can suck." The green demon sneered, and it was my turn to glare. A shout of agreement came from his fellow slaves and now I was in a dilemma.
Orchestrate a jailbreak of the supposed innocent, or risk ignoring them and getting thrown into forced captivity again? I scowled at the floor, wishing I had landed in a meadow instead. Honestly, was my karma that bad I couldn't catch a break?
"Fine, I'll break you lot out." I agreed reluctantly, and the lot of them cheered but I hissed at them to be quiet. Taking my hat off and waving it to get their attention.
"Quiet, all of you! You want to taste freedom, don't you? Then you'll do as I say and we'll all get out of here without the worst for wear." I announced, and a murmur of agreement met my command. Good, at least they were obedient. Which added to the demon's claim they were slaves. I figured there would be something in it for me for doing a good deed after my rebirth.
"Alright, if we're going to do this we're gonna do this right. First, you bastards all gotta be silent as the dead. I don't even want to hear a rustle of a single feather, clack of a claw, or a stubbed toe! Next, I need to know where the keys are. I'm not going around hacking and picking at locks for three hours when we can just unlock these suckers."
Murmurs of agreement echoed in the small hallway. I smirked, remembering my old thieving days with a certain silver haired fox. Ah, the glory days...
"I have the keys." Said a deep voice behind me. I noticed my cellmates had all gone eerily quiet, their eyes transfixed on a figure behind me. I winced, not really wanting to turn around.
"Where you come from? I don't remember capturing you last week." The voice continued, and I turned around to face the figure of the voice. The owner of the voice was a lizard demon, scales growing along his neck as a forked tongue flickered in and out of his mouth, scenting the air. In his hand he held a nasty whip with razor blades at the end, in the other a set of cuffs and shackles to render me helpless.
Due to the nature of the situation, I felt it a phrase expressing my true feelings was in order.
"Crap." I said, putting my hat on and taking a step back as the slave owner stepped forward, beginning to twirl the whip like a lasso over his head.
Welcome back to life, Kuronue. I thought sarcastically, right as the whip came flying at me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know a lot of people are fans of Kuronue, but I always wondered what it would be like if he really did come back to life. I've always loved him, but no matter how many fan fictions I've read not a whole lot of people have really gone into detail about the history between him and Kurama.