Fatal Destiny

By: Amayada

Summary: Set 3 years after the demon world tournament. Yusuke was sent to investigate on the large influx of D class demons in England. He failed and instead pulled a Kurama. Harry Potter is born. Yusuke x Kurama.

Prologue

Yusuke was trapped. He had been fighting D class demons without break for weeks. He had not eaten. He had not slept. He was out of energy and there were more demons coming his way. He knew he could fight them off, but the amount of demons drastically increased every time he knocked out a bunch. He knew he would not be able to make it back home at this rate.

He wished he called for backup earlier. However, he knew Hiei would have to be in Makai (demon world) with his border patrol and Kuwabara was studying for his university entrance exams. Kurama. Well, Kurama was in medical school and he could not bring his heart to ask any of his friends to drop their important work for little old him. Besides, he really did not want anything to happen to Kurama. After-all, Shiori needed Kurama more than he did. He sighed as more demons piled on top of him.

If he was going to go, he may as well take these damned demons with him and go fashionably. He knew there would be no coming back to life this time. This was strike three. He only wished that he had spent more time with Kurama.

Damn. Kurama is going to be pissed. I am sorry Kurama. Maybe Koenma will let me talk to him before he judge me and send me off? …Nah. I don't think he is that generous.

Yusuke shrugged. There was nothing he could do about his life, but he would at least rid the world of these pests before he go. Thus, with one last gigantic blast, he let go of everything he had.

"REI GUN!"

The sky brightened with bright blue light, which faded as suddenly as it appeared. The sky cleared. The single being left crumbled onto the floor with no energy left.

I am sorry Kurama. Forgive me. I love you.

With his last thought, Yusuke closed his eyes and heard no more.

"YUSUKE!"

Kurama woke up with sweat all over him. He sat up, looked around him, trying to calm his racing heart. He looked towards the window and noticed the full moon outside. He flopped back onto his bed, covering his eyes with his right arm, trying to rid of the afterimage of his dream.

"It was just a nightmare, Yusuke is alright. Yusuke is alright. He is strong. He is not an ex-demon king for nothing. Why am I so worried?" He whispered to himself like a mantra.

He observed the full moon outside his window again. "Yusuke, please be safe." He whispered to the air.

Three weeks had passed since then. Kurama was getting very worried. All he could think of was Yusuke. All he could see was also Yusuke. He did not even notice his fork stabbing the dining table for quite some time.

"SHU-CHAN!"

The voice pierced his thoughts. He looked up and saw the worried eyes of his mother.

"Shu-chan, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? Would you like some cold water?" She looked at Shuichi and silently asked for a glass of water.

Kurama shook his head, clearing his thoughts, forcing a smile on his face. "I am fine, mother. I am sorry to worry you. Let's finish dinner."

He kept his forced smile on his face to reassure his family of his health.

Yusuke.

Just as he was about to bring his fork to his mouth… the phone rang. Kurama jumped and rushed to the phone, hoping it would be Yusuke, who would no doubt tease him about his worried nature.

"Yusuke?"

"Kurama, this is Kuwabara. Koenma wanted all of us to meet at Genkai's now." The phone slipped from his hand as his legs weakened and could no longer hold him up. He slipped down the wall, his hands shaking. His body started to convulse.

"Kurama, you there? Hello? Hello? Never mind. I will be right over." The dead tone of the telephone was the only thing to be heard as Kuwabara hanged up. It echoed loudly within the house and the thumps of running feet could be heard rushing towards him.

His eyes glazed over. He heard nothing. He could hear nothing. It seemed like he was underwater and could no longer understand anything that his family was trying to say. Suddenly an orange blob appeared over the black blobs in his vision. The orange blob was attached to a face that was also blurred. Something reached out and shook him HARD.

His ears seemed to be working at last.

"SHUICHI, GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF!" The person was shaking him and yelling like a banshee that it was making his head hurt like hell.

Kurama reached out with both hand, gripping the person's shoulder, wishing the person would stop shaking him so much. His eyes blanked away their cloudiness.

"Kuwabara? What are you doing here?" His eyes innocently big.

"Are you alright Kur…Shuichi? You looked so pale. I will tell the others that you are not feeling well." Kuwarbara observed his friend, patted his shoulder, and turned around, preparing to leave.

"Kuwabara, wait." Kurama reached out and took Kuwabara's sleeve. He slowly stood up even though he was still wobbly on his feet.

"I will go with you." It was not a question, but a statement. Kuwabara nodded and they both departed for Genkai's.

The trek up was long and tedious for Kurama. He felt his heart pounding with every step he took. He hoped beyond hope that Yusuke will be at the end of those stairs, laughing at him, teasing him about his condition. He could imagine what he would say.

Come on Kurama, don't be such a girl!

"Yusuke?" He whispered so low that even Kuwabara did not hear. He shook his head, but nevertheless, it brought a tiny smile on his lips.

However, it was not Yusuke, but Yukina, waiting for them at the top of the stairs. She quickly waved them in and stated that everybody else had arrived.

Kurama took a look around him and realized that everyone was called, even Atsuko, Yusuke's mother. His eyes widened. He shook his head of all bad thoughts. If he wasn't sitting, he knew his legs would not be able to support him. He could feel his hands shaking. His heart quickened.

Koenma observed everybody in attendance. He knew what he had to say. He knew that he did not like what he had to say. He knew that if he wasn't sitting, he wouldn't be able to stay standing. He put his hands in his pockets to steady them. His breath quickened. He knew he would have to say what he didn't want to say or believe, but he also knew it was his duty. It was what was expected of him. He raised his head, looked at each person in the eyes. His mouth moved, forming words.

"Yusuke is dead."

"HAHAHAHA! DON'T BE ABSURB! The Detective can't die from D class level demons. He's an S class!" Hiei laughed, choking on his words.

"Yah! Yusuke can't die from such pansy demons!" Kuwabara added, trying to keep his tears at bay, forcing a smile one his face.

Kurama knew and understood what was said. He just couldn't register it.

Yusuke's gone. Impossible. I haven't had a chance to tell him how much I loved him. How his hair is so soft when it was not being gelled up. How his comments and teasing would bring a smile to my face. How his smile would be infectious. How his face is so innocent and carefree when he slept. Oh my gosh! Yusuke's dead. Yusuke's dead. Yusuke's dead.

Kurama couldn't hold it anymore. Drops after drops of tears running down his face. He lifted his hand to wipe the water away, but ended up with even more. He couldn't stop the flow. He couldn't stop at all.

YUSUKE!