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Chapter 1: Yasuo, Son of Kurama
A blonde woman was pushed into a tent by two men dressed in white gis who walked in behind her.
"Master Kurama," they said. "We found this woman trespassing in the forest surrounding the premisice. She
claims to know you, sir."
A tall man dressed in the same white outfit with long silver hair and a glistening silver fox tail stood
before them. He turned to them and looked down at the woman with glowing golden eyes.
"Kurama!" she cried in happiness and relief.
"Kaede?" he wondered, eyes widening.
She nodded and grimaced in pain, clutching her side with her free hand.
Kurama knelt down before her and placed his hands on her shoulders, a worried expression on his face.
"Leave us," he ordered, glancing up at the men.
The men nodded and left.
"Are you all right?" Kurama asked, gently.
"No, I'm badly hurt," she answered. "But... I have something for you."
"Something for me?" One of the pointed the pointed fox ears held high on his head twitched, catching a
whimper and a slight movement from the bundle in her arms as she pushed it into his.
"From Rhea," she told him. "His name is Yasuo, and... he's your son. Rhea sent me to give him to you. I
don't know if she survived the attack."
"Attack?!" He finally tore his eyes from the tiny baby in his arms to look at her.
"They were after Yasuo. You have to promise you'll protect him."
"I promise."
"Good. Thank you." She closed her eyes and let death take her, collapsing to the floor.
Kurama called the men back inside and ordered them to bury her body, his eyes never leaving the tiny
bundle he held so close. He looked up as the men came back in about fifteen minutes later. "Call everyone to a
meeting outside," he ordered, standing up. He exited the tent to come face-to-face with about two dozen men.
"Everyone!" he called, quieting them. "I have an important announcement to make."
Silence.
"I have just received word that my mate, Rhea, has been killed," he informed. "Her attacker was after our
young son, Yasuo, whom she sent to me to care for." He readjusted the infant so the group could see his face. "You
will all treat him with the same respect you do me. Is that clear?"
The men nodded.
"Good. You may return to your prior business." He watched them leave before turning to the black-haired
man beside him. "Hiroshi, I want you to go fetch me some milk, bottles, and diapers as quick as you can."
"Yes, sir," Hiroshi agreed, taking off.
Of all his men Kurama liked young Hiroshi the best. He was the youngest of the group at 250 years old.
He was a wind demon that reminded Kurama of Hiei. He was extremely fast and was often arrogant, just like Hiei.
He had long black hair and ice-blue eyes that were surprisingly gentle. He and Kurama were very close friends.
Within minutes, Hiroshi returned with everything Kurama had asked for. He gave them to his friend and
smiled at Yasuo, who stared up at him with wide china-blue eyes. "He's got Rhea's eyes," he pointed out.
Kurama nodded and went inside, carrying the supplies with him.
5 Years Later...
Kurama and Yasuo had grown very close over the years.
At the moment they sat in the forest practicing Yasuo's plant control techniques. The boy learned
extremely fast and had perfected a majority of the techniques. He still had yet to master the rose whip, death tree,
and death plant though.
"Youko Kurama," a deep voice called, mockingly.
Kurama's golden eyes tracked to the spot where the voice had come from, his right ear cocking that way as
well.
Yasuo cowered closer to his father, watching the forest closely for the keeper of that voice.
"Good afternoon," the voice said, its keeper appearing behind Kurama.
Kurama finally turned his head to glare at the man.
"I don't have time for small talk," the man said, advancing a few steps on the pair. "Now, hand over the
boy, and I'll let you live."
Kurama stood up and turned to him, preparing to fight. "If you want him you're going to have to get
through me first," he told him, tersely.
"Hmm... Interesting," the man said, not intimidated at all. "I've never killed a spirit fox before." Without
warning, he charged Kurama, fist raised.
Kurama merely stepped aside with superior speed and quickly prepared for the next attack.
"You're fast," the man pointed out. "No matter. I've dealt with fast ones before." His hand suddenly burst
into flames of spirit energy.
Kurama's eyes widened momentarily before he pulled a rose from his long silver hair. He jerked the rose
down, turning it into a whip. "Yasuo, stand back," he ordered, never taking his eyes off his opponent.
Yasuo stood and backed slowly away from his father. "Be careful, Daddy," he whimpered.
The man smirked, his white fangs glistening in the noonday sun. His brown eyes twinkled maliciously as
he prepared to blast Kurama. "Prepare to die, Youko!" he yelled, hurling a blast at his opponent.
Kurama watched it for a moment before leaping into the air, the attack just barely missing him. His eyes
widened in horror as he saw the blast closing in on his son. "Yasuo, move!" he yelled, dodging another of his
opponent's attacks.
Yasuo watched the blast flying toward him with terrified china-blue eyes, unable to follow his father's
orders. Just before the attack hit him, he crossed his arms in front of his face in defense.
An energy "force-field" appeared around him and blocked the blast.
Yasuo gritted his teeth with the effort. Suddenly, the force-field disappeared, and the blast hit him,
exploding. He was thrown to the ground, battered and unconscious.
Kurama landed lightly on his toes and took off toward his son, dropping his whip in the process. He
dodged the series of attacks fired at him with ease, finally reaching his son. He scooped him up and took off into
the woods, only slowing his strides for a moment.
"Oh no you don't!" the man called, chasing after him.
Kurama looked over his shoulder at him and narrowed his eyes abruptly.
The man jumped over the vines that emerged from the ground and tried to grab him, picking up his stride
right after clearing them. "You'll have to do better than that!" he yelled. If I don't catch him soon, he'll get away,
he thought. Spirit foxes can run at top speed for hours. I can't keep up much longer.
Kurama was busily racking his brain for some way to get away from that man. An idea came to him, and
he closed his eyes in concentration.
Within a few seconds, he and Yasuo disappeared in a flash of green light.
The man skidded to a stop and looked around for them. "Rrrr. Where could they have gone?" he growled,
angrily. "I'll find you! Mark my words! I will find you!!!"
Chapter 1: Yasuo, Son of Kurama
A blonde woman was pushed into a tent by two men dressed in white gis who walked in behind her.
"Master Kurama," they said. "We found this woman trespassing in the forest surrounding the premisice. She
claims to know you, sir."
A tall man dressed in the same white outfit with long silver hair and a glistening silver fox tail stood
before them. He turned to them and looked down at the woman with glowing golden eyes.
"Kurama!" she cried in happiness and relief.
"Kaede?" he wondered, eyes widening.
She nodded and grimaced in pain, clutching her side with her free hand.
Kurama knelt down before her and placed his hands on her shoulders, a worried expression on his face.
"Leave us," he ordered, glancing up at the men.
The men nodded and left.
"Are you all right?" Kurama asked, gently.
"No, I'm badly hurt," she answered. "But... I have something for you."
"Something for me?" One of the pointed the pointed fox ears held high on his head twitched, catching a
whimper and a slight movement from the bundle in her arms as she pushed it into his.
"From Rhea," she told him. "His name is Yasuo, and... he's your son. Rhea sent me to give him to you. I
don't know if she survived the attack."
"Attack?!" He finally tore his eyes from the tiny baby in his arms to look at her.
"They were after Yasuo. You have to promise you'll protect him."
"I promise."
"Good. Thank you." She closed her eyes and let death take her, collapsing to the floor.
Kurama called the men back inside and ordered them to bury her body, his eyes never leaving the tiny
bundle he held so close. He looked up as the men came back in about fifteen minutes later. "Call everyone to a
meeting outside," he ordered, standing up. He exited the tent to come face-to-face with about two dozen men.
"Everyone!" he called, quieting them. "I have an important announcement to make."
Silence.
"I have just received word that my mate, Rhea, has been killed," he informed. "Her attacker was after our
young son, Yasuo, whom she sent to me to care for." He readjusted the infant so the group could see his face. "You
will all treat him with the same respect you do me. Is that clear?"
The men nodded.
"Good. You may return to your prior business." He watched them leave before turning to the black-haired
man beside him. "Hiroshi, I want you to go fetch me some milk, bottles, and diapers as quick as you can."
"Yes, sir," Hiroshi agreed, taking off.
Of all his men Kurama liked young Hiroshi the best. He was the youngest of the group at 250 years old.
He was a wind demon that reminded Kurama of Hiei. He was extremely fast and was often arrogant, just like Hiei.
He had long black hair and ice-blue eyes that were surprisingly gentle. He and Kurama were very close friends.
Within minutes, Hiroshi returned with everything Kurama had asked for. He gave them to his friend and
smiled at Yasuo, who stared up at him with wide china-blue eyes. "He's got Rhea's eyes," he pointed out.
Kurama nodded and went inside, carrying the supplies with him.
5 Years Later...
Kurama and Yasuo had grown very close over the years.
At the moment they sat in the forest practicing Yasuo's plant control techniques. The boy learned
extremely fast and had perfected a majority of the techniques. He still had yet to master the rose whip, death tree,
and death plant though.
"Youko Kurama," a deep voice called, mockingly.
Kurama's golden eyes tracked to the spot where the voice had come from, his right ear cocking that way as
well.
Yasuo cowered closer to his father, watching the forest closely for the keeper of that voice.
"Good afternoon," the voice said, its keeper appearing behind Kurama.
Kurama finally turned his head to glare at the man.
"I don't have time for small talk," the man said, advancing a few steps on the pair. "Now, hand over the
boy, and I'll let you live."
Kurama stood up and turned to him, preparing to fight. "If you want him you're going to have to get
through me first," he told him, tersely.
"Hmm... Interesting," the man said, not intimidated at all. "I've never killed a spirit fox before." Without
warning, he charged Kurama, fist raised.
Kurama merely stepped aside with superior speed and quickly prepared for the next attack.
"You're fast," the man pointed out. "No matter. I've dealt with fast ones before." His hand suddenly burst
into flames of spirit energy.
Kurama's eyes widened momentarily before he pulled a rose from his long silver hair. He jerked the rose
down, turning it into a whip. "Yasuo, stand back," he ordered, never taking his eyes off his opponent.
Yasuo stood and backed slowly away from his father. "Be careful, Daddy," he whimpered.
The man smirked, his white fangs glistening in the noonday sun. His brown eyes twinkled maliciously as
he prepared to blast Kurama. "Prepare to die, Youko!" he yelled, hurling a blast at his opponent.
Kurama watched it for a moment before leaping into the air, the attack just barely missing him. His eyes
widened in horror as he saw the blast closing in on his son. "Yasuo, move!" he yelled, dodging another of his
opponent's attacks.
Yasuo watched the blast flying toward him with terrified china-blue eyes, unable to follow his father's
orders. Just before the attack hit him, he crossed his arms in front of his face in defense.
An energy "force-field" appeared around him and blocked the blast.
Yasuo gritted his teeth with the effort. Suddenly, the force-field disappeared, and the blast hit him,
exploding. He was thrown to the ground, battered and unconscious.
Kurama landed lightly on his toes and took off toward his son, dropping his whip in the process. He
dodged the series of attacks fired at him with ease, finally reaching his son. He scooped him up and took off into
the woods, only slowing his strides for a moment.
"Oh no you don't!" the man called, chasing after him.
Kurama looked over his shoulder at him and narrowed his eyes abruptly.
The man jumped over the vines that emerged from the ground and tried to grab him, picking up his stride
right after clearing them. "You'll have to do better than that!" he yelled. If I don't catch him soon, he'll get away,
he thought. Spirit foxes can run at top speed for hours. I can't keep up much longer.
Kurama was busily racking his brain for some way to get away from that man. An idea came to him, and
he closed his eyes in concentration.
Within a few seconds, he and Yasuo disappeared in a flash of green light.
The man skidded to a stop and looked around for them. "Rrrr. Where could they have gone?" he growled,
angrily. "I'll find you! Mark my words! I will find you!!!"