Author's note: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. But I certainly own the OC's and the plot of the story. I hope you guys will like this fic. It's a bit sloppy with some wrong grammars but hopefully it will be fine x.x And I would like to say sorry in advance for posting these stories late. I've had similar experiences with other stories but hopefully this won't be as bad as the others.
Underlined words mean that the story is moved from one scene to another (I hope I'm making sense). Italic words are the thoughts of the characters.Feel free to answer any other questions you have for me. I'll try my best to answer them as the story progresses.
Prologue
Once a month in a small village in Makkai called Tarleina, as the warm autumn sun blazed over the houses and the large stone castle situated at the center, a monthly ceremonious ritual occurred. It was at this day that a crowd-filled with different types of youkais-usually gathered at the front of the castle doors before a large wooden stage. 20 year old Falkean pushed his way through this agitated crowd while grumbling softly to himself. Noting his unsecured grey robe, he was relieved that he had left all of his valuables back at the inn he was staying at. If someone decided to pickpocket him he would have had no problem with getting his items back. But then to him it wasn't worth the trouble. The sound of crumpling leaves beneath his feet could barely be heard above the murmurings of the villagers around him. He was suddenly shoved back futher into the crowd as something began to stir ahead of him near the castle doors. The man found himself struggling to stay upright at the center of this rowdy group.
What on earth is going on in this village?
He turned to a book vendor beside him and held his shoulder, trying to call his attention above the noise of the crowd.
"Excuse me sir...but what is all the ruckus about?" The book vendor narrowed his eyes at Falkean and grunted, turning his attention back at the front. Falkean frowned and turned to another young man at his side, attempting to ask the same thing. But it seemed like the man couldn't hear Falkean and was talking instead to a woman who was standing with him.
"So they're going to tell us about the two girls huh? It's about time. I feel bad for treating them both badly." The woman nodded in agreement.
"Yes. We have made a drastic and disappointing change on both girls for the last 5 years. I heard from the maids that ever since their father's death the younger twin has always been crying late at night. She is never sure of herself anymore and worst of all, they said she has made many attempts on suicide. On the other hand, the older twin acts like a cold, emotionless, machine. She trusts no one, never talks to anyone and depends only on herself. Such poor kids..."
Before the young man could reply to the woman, the sound of a gong rang aloud, silencing everyone immediately. Falkean's caramel brown eyes turned to the front and spotted a familiar looking old man walking up the stage with an elegant oak cane on one hand. A smile curled up on his lips as he looked at Olen, one of his old teachers many years ago. He recalled hearing his old teacher tell him that he was leaving the clan since he wanted to see more of the world but never expected him to become a part of a royal court. The old man's hair had a natural-but much lighter-brown color to it and had many streaks of grey among them. His eyes though, were still a bright, healthy blue and his face, as Falkean had always remembered, still bore the silent, intimidating stare that everyone back in the Guild feared and respected. The blue orbs glanced through the crowd of youkais slowly as if in inspection and stopped as they reached the last of the people at the back. Then Olen cleared his throat and spoke in a low and loud voice, a voice that did not suit his height and form.
"We have arrived at a conclusion my fellowmen." He paused and glanced over his shoulder at the two 5 year old fraternal twin girls and motioned them to stand beside him before continuing his announcement. One of the girls had walked ahead of the other and stopped right beside Olen. She had silver-blue hair and a face that revealed no emotion whatsoever. Her round, silver, tear-strained eyes though, revealed a lot of pain and sadness. The other girl timidly walked behind the former-sniffing as she did-and looked around her nervously with equally stressed eyes. Raven black hair and black eyes looked back at him with fear and confusion. Falkean noticed dark brown stains on both their gowns and guessed by the pained looks on their faces that it was their own dried blood.
"The two princessess have been examined and this is the result of the examination. Show them your arms!" Olen ordered. At once, the black eyed, raven black haired girl obeyed and lifted the sleeve of her long gown. On her whole right arm, engraved bloodily on her flesh, was a mysterious ancient text. Fresh, warm blood dripped down her elbow onto the stage, forming a small crimson puddle before her. The youkais gasped as they stared at the very top of her arm, near the shoulder, and saw the famous symbol of light. Falkean widened his eyes in surprise and could not help but gasp as well as his eyes caught sight of the text and the symbol.
But that's-I see...so Lord Olen is staying here...in the infamous village. If this girl is the Child of Light then the other must be...
As Falkean thought of this the other twin began to grow nervous, actually showing the first signs of emotion to the surprise of the villagers. Her emotionless appearance had broken away and was replaced with anxiety and fear. She looked at the crowd hesitantly before lifting the sleeve of her own gown. Another chorus of gasps errupted as the bloody flesh of her left arm revealed similar engraved texts with the symbol of darkness at the same spot where the raven haired girl bore the symbol of light. Now that the two had been revealed the crowd became restless once more. Murmurs and whispers errupted and grew louder until it was the only thing anyone could hear. The next thing Falkean knew, all the youkais were throwing stones and rotten food at the girl bearing the symbol of darkness.
"Kill her! The monster must be killed before she gains control of her powers and kills everyone else. She'll definitely get her revenge at us for treating her badly."
"The cursed child has no right to live!"
"If you're not going to kill her then we will!"
The silver-blue haired girl used her small hands, trying to defend herself from the continuous attacks of the villagers but failing miserably. A small rock connected to her head and Falkean watched her fall to the ground in shock and concern. He noticed with relief that it only caused a red mark to appear and didn't make a serious injury to her head. But the little girl lay there on the ground on all fours, muttering softly to herself while tears fell from her eyes. Then all of a sudden he felt a small energy growing stronger and stronger and saw a black aura surrounding the girl. He was overwhelmed at the rush of incredible power that was hidden in the little girl's small and languid body.
How can a small girl possesses such a very strong but dormant energy? It's quite big and uncorrupted too. If she is able to control that kind of strength and used it well to our advantage she would become a very important ally...
Falkean looked around and saw the villagers screaming and running away from the stage, sensing their confusion and fear at what was happening before them. He struggled against the panicked crowd as they ran towards him and pushed him in all directions. Everyone else on the stage backed away in fear while Olen stepped foward and tried to contain her power in a barrier he created. Falkean frowned at the transparent shield.
That barrier's not going to last with a power like hers.
Falkean quickly summoned up his energy and placed it around the girl and Olen's barrier. As he expected, the girl's powers were too strong for Olen's barrier and broke it. Luckily for him that power wasn't controlled enough to destroy his own shield. The aura became enclosed in his barrier and exploded around the girl with a big bang. The sound was loud enough to make everyone stop and stare back at the stage in curiosity. Smoke billowed inside the barrier and as a result, no one could see what had happened inside Falkean's shield. Olen stared in shock, then turned his head to Falkean's direction and widened his eyes even wider. A smile came across Falkean's face-amused at his old teacher's reaction-as he stepped foward and hopped onto the stage. Olen relaxed and inclined his head towards him.
"It's good to see you again Falkean. I never expected to see any old face here after all these years." He told him.
"Yes Lord Olen. It has been too long...I was very surprised to find you a part of a royal court and of all courts this one." Falkean replied. Olen gave him a small smile and nodded.
"It really wasn't part of my plan but I guess things seemed to lead me here. They needed someone with magical knowledge. They don't have any healers as well and so I became their official one. And ever since then I've been taking charge of a lot of things. Especially this..." His eyes moved towards the barrier. Falkean followed and saw that the smoke had dispersed and the girl was lying on the ground exhausted. After lifting the barrier from the little girl, he looked back at Olen with a new determination set in his eyes.
"Lord Olen I-"
"Take her away!" A voice boomed out among the rest, interrupting Falkean's sentence. He and Olen turned around and saw a woman who he guessed was the queen sitting on a throne at the side of the stage. Now that he looked at her, he saw that the queen had covered her face with her hands and was wailing mournfully. He could barely hear anything over the murmrus and whispers but managed to hear the queen mutter a jumble of words like, "Why did this happen to me?", "This is so shameful." and lastly "If only he was here..." The queen quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up from her throne to address everyone, speaking in a shaky but loud enough voice that silenced even the more ruthless youkais.
"Take her away at once. She shall be dealt with accordingly by the guards." She said. At the command guards in full armor walked up and took both arms of the unconscious silver-blue haired girl. The other raven haired twin was crying and was trying to near her sister but other guards had come to stop her. Falkean narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene before him, clenched his fist firmlyand gritted his teeth in anger. He had heard the stories about the monthly ritual but it was only then that he realized how bad it really was.
How can they be so cruel to someone so young and innocent, who doesn't even understand what had just happened to her? Why must they go through this suffering when they never did anything to deserve it?
"Poor girls." Olen muttered, as if he had read Falkean's mind.(AN:well he could have but he didn't then) "They're going through so much at such a young age. The children in them had disappeared along with their childhood days...sometimes I wish I can do something to help everyone who's experiencing the same thing." At this he gave out a soft and weary sigh. Falkean thought it was time he spoke to him about what he was thinking.
"Lord Olen I want to discuss with you about something that may help them a little..."
switch scene
Hours later both Falkean and Olen were walking through the dark dungeon halls towards one of the very last cells at the end. Neither of them spoke, feeling calm and content at the silence that enveloped them. They had just discussed Falkean's plans thoroughly. Olen wasn't too happy with the idea but he knew Falkean was capable of helping them out. At last they paused at the front of a closed cell. Olen opened the door with a spare key he had and entered, followed by Falkean. The two had quite a shock as they saw an empty room before them. It was very dusty and smelled of blood, rotten vegetables and decomposing animals all at the same time. A bloody sheet lay on the broken down cot, telling them that it had been recently used. Olen looked around him and shook his head in disbelief.
"How is this possible? Where on earth is she?"
Falkean couldn't answer the old man as he stared at the cell before him. His eyes gazed from the dark and cold walls to the bloody old cot at the end. A small and dirty toilet was positioned at the top right corner of the room filled with what he feared as puke, urine and even a dash of blood. Lastly he stared at the shackles that were left on the floor. He crouched down and took them in his hands, examining the blood and scratches on them. He imagined a little silver-blue haired girl-trapped in this prison cell-alone, afraid and cold, with no one to comfort her or to take away the pain. A little girl who longed to see her family-the people she trusted the most-who instead had thrown her away and never wanted to see her again in shame. Olen watched as Falkean's hands gripped the shackles firmly, trembling slightly at the intense fury that was swimming in his heart at that moment.
Damn it all...how could they do this to her? This horror that she never deserved? What are those people thinking, taking her here and exposing her to this cruel reality? Haven't they had enough with the others before her? Can't this horrible ritual stop...
"Councilor Olen." A voice spoke, breaking the uncomfortable and tense silence that had enveloped the two. As a response Falkean and Olen turned towards the door and saw one of the guards standing there.
"Where is the girl?" Olen asked him. The guard frowned in reply.
"She is gone sir, probably dead. The highness asked us to beat her up and throw her off the cliff." He explained. Falkean widened his eyes and had accidentally let a bit of anger reveal itself. The guard tensed in fear as he watched Falkean stand up and glare at him. He could almost see red, fiery flames rising from the man's caramel brown eyes. Olen gently held Falkean's shoulder and the guardsaw the flames die instantly. The 20 year old man looked back at his old teacher, disappointed and regretful.
"Falkean I'm so sorry..." Olen whispered. "I know how much you wanted to try. But I guess sometimes things just don't go our way." Falkean gave a sigh and nodded in reply. His muscles finally sliding down to their relaxed position. The guard allowed himself a very small sigh of relief as he looked at Falkean warily.
"It's not your fault Olen. I thank you for trying though. I shall be off then. I have no other reason to be here."
"Very well. Take care."
Falkean nodded to him and turned to regard the guard for a few seconds before walking past him to the flight of stairs at the other end of the hall. He left the castle and immediately headed for the inn. It was time to leave Tarleina. There was nothing else he could do there. He packed up the small items he owned into a small travelling bag, placed it over his shoulder, paid the owner for his stay and began to walk towards the exit.
The village was set at the top of a very high plateau and Falkean had to walk all the way down to reach the road below. A lot of things were swimming in his mind and he pondered over them as he slowly walked through the long slope. He had been thinking so deeply that he almost didn't notice the small form on the ground or the muffled sobs that were coming from the figure. He quickly pulled his guard up, turning to the source of the sound. He gave a sharp intake of breath though when he saw what it was. He crouched beside the silver-blue haired girl and held her head gently like a porcelain vase. The little girl was asleep but she was sniffling softly to herself, probably dreaming of the events that had just transpired. The tears had stopped streaming down her face but drops of it still lay on her cheeks. Falkean looked further down and saw that she was lying in a very large puddle of blood, drenched in the same substance. Scratches, deep cuts and bruises decorated her whole body, immediately indicating that it was the source of the blood. She was very battered; most of her bones were broken from the fall and were jutting out disgustingly but he was more surprised at the fact that she had come out of the ordeal alive.
"You...you survived the cliff?" He whisphered, as if expecting her to reply to him. The little girl continued to sleep, struggling with what remained of her ribs and lungs to sniff from time to time. He gently placed his palm on her forehead and allowed a glowing blue light to come from his hand and surround the girl's body. It worked its magic on her as it healed all of her cuts and bruises and fixed the broken bones. When it was finished he carried her and stood up, doing his best to keep her asleep while he did.
I guess this is alright...I did get her didn't I?
switch scene
The little girl never expected to see what she saw as soon as she had opened her eyes. The cotton white clouds moved about in different shapes and forms above the blue sky and the red golden leaves that were still hanging from a tree glittered in the bright sun. She blinked and sat up, rubbing her eyes and removing any remaining signs of sleep as she did. Her hand hovered in mid air as she realized what she had just done. She looked down at her hands and felt her whole body. There were no scratches and no broken bones. Just smooth, pale skin and the permanent engraved text on her left arm. Then she looked around again and found herself in a small circle of trees. There was a bag lying on a trunk of a tree a few meters away and a burned out campfire before her.
What am I doing here...? I'm...I'm supposed to be dead by now.
A hand with some bread in hand appeared in front of her face to her surprise. She looked up and saw a familiar, handsome, tall and lean man in a black sleeveless vest over a white polo shirt crouching beside her with a smile. Her eyes caught a grey robe hanging from a branch and it was at that moment when she realized that he was the same man who had stopped her from wreaking havoc in Tarleina. His caramel brown eyes were gentle and warm while the glowing brightness of his golden hair was as beautiful and bright as the sun she mused. The girl could definitely sense something different about him as she took in his apperance. She knew he was not like the youkais she have met so far and as much as she hated to admit it, he seemed like someone she could easily trust.
But she wasn't going to be fooled by his tricks-if there were any. She has learned that it's not easy to trust even the closest of family and friends. She continued to stare at him neutrally. He wasn't going to get her to trust him that easily.
"Take it. You must be really hungry. I know it's not much but you will have to deal with it." He said to her. Despite the complaints of her growling stomach the little girl turned away from him and the bread in his hand.
"Why did you save me? When you knew what I was...what I can possibly do to everyone. Why did you save me when I could have just died there and made everyone happy? If I'm gone, no one can get hurt, no one will cry and I would never be a burden to anyone. If I'm gone I...no one would care either way." Falkean widened his eyes in shock and the anger that he had buried deep within him came out again.
This...this girl has matured so much because of what happened. All innocence and naiveness were gone from her face and was instead replaced with experience and pain. At such a young age she's capable of thinking about such complicated issues. Her mind is so much older than her body. And she thought about the welfare of others even after what they did to her...damn those people...damn them all.
"You're wrong." He told her with mastery and confidence in his voice, trying to convince the girl that he was right. She looked up at him and waited for him. Waited for him to continue and slowly pull her out of the dark quicksand that she had fallen in. "If you think people will stop crying, stop the pain from coming to them when you're gone...if you think for one second that the world would be better without you then you're wrong. Whether you die or not everything will still be the same. People will still die; still cry; still feel burdened by their lives and the people arond them; they would still hurt and get hurt. You will never make a difference in the world if you simply die." Falkean stood up and stared at the beautiful light blue sky, absorbing the sun's golden rays making him seem shinier and brighter. The little girl stared at his bright silhouette form and could have mistaken him for a diety who came down from the heavens to save her.
"It is when you live that you make a difference. Whether big or small, bad or good, it doesn't matter. You have a role in this world that you must fulfill. A purpose in life. Our borrowed lives should not be wasted by thinking of taking them away before they were even used. So you see little one, if you live, you can make people smile, you can remove the pain in them, you can become a help instead of a burden. If you have the will to move on no matter how down you are, you will see that things can turn out well. It is only when you push yourself foward that you can make a big difference for a better world."
"How am I going to do that...to make a better world...in the state I'm in right now?" The little girl asked, now looking at Falkean. The man smiled at her and once more handed the bread to her.
"By taking care of your own body first of all. Now eat it before I decide to make you eat the bread forcibly." The little girl quickly took hold of the bread and ate it quietly. Falkean smiled, knowing that he had finally gained a bit of trust from the girl. He sat down beside her and with his powers, made the robe and the bag fly towards his hand. The little girl gazed in wonder as she watched the items hover in mid air and knew that the man beside her was doing this. Other things ran through her mind as she watched Falkean take something from his bag.
"So did you heal my injuries with that same thing you're doing right now?" Falkean looked up in surprise and smiled with amusement at the young girl's sharp observation.
"Yes, it's a rare and ancient power only given to people who are worthy of it. It's called ancient magic by some but everyone decided to cut the ancient part and just called it magic. The people who practice this power are called Magicians. In order to weild such power a person must have great control and knowledge of his own strengths. It takes years for one to become a strong Magician. Then there is the Magician's Clan, the home for everything concerning magic. That is where we are headed now." He explained.
"Huh? Why?" Falkean chuckled at the confused expression on the little girl's face. After everything that she had been through, she still managed to preserve that innocent, naive and childish look that children her age always have on their faces when they didn't understand what adults were saying.
"For a smart girl, you're pretty slow. Perhaps it's humility and modesty that's keeping you from realizing it."
"Realizing what?"
"That you have the potential to become a magician. Not only a mere magician but a very strong magician. Your powers are very impressive, even if they are uncontrolled. Think of how much stronger it can become if someone trained those powers. And if you use those powers for others, I can assure you that you will never be considered a burden ever again. I will make certain of that as your guardian."
It was at these words that the little girl finally felt herself being pulled out of the darkness and into the light. She finally knew deep within her that this man will never leave her alone like the others have done. It was like an unspoken covenant between a child and her guardian. If she gave herself up in this man's service she knew she will not be disappointed with the results. He was her mentor. The man who will guide her through the hardships and challenges that life has to offer. Falkean saw a new flame lit up in the girl's eyes and smiled brighter if possible. Then he went back to whatever it was he was looking for in his bag.
"What is your name little one?" He asked as he searched through the items.
"Mitsuki. Mitsuki Irusawa." She answered, finishing the last of her bread.
"I see. My name's Falkean. Ah yes...here we are." Falkean took out a small bundle of cloth with some very slight reddish-brown stains on them. A few minutes of closer inspection later, Mitsuki realized that it was her old gown. The silver-blue haired girl looked down on herself and finally took notice of the large shirt on her that felljust below her knees.
"I took the liberty of cleaning up most of the blood. I have nothing else for you to wear, you see. We will have to get you a new bundle of clothes at the next town we go into." He mused to himself. He looked at her seconds later and handed her the gown. "Now hurry up and wear this on so we can reach the next town by night."
Mitsuki followed Falkean's instructions and went behind some bushes to change. Falkean continued sitting on the ground and was thinking of their future travels when he heard a soft voice call to him.
"Falkean?"
"Hm?" He turned around and found Mitsuki dressed up in her old gown. But what he noticed more was the contemplative mood reflected on the silver orbs of the little girl. "Something wrong?" He asked as she handed him the shirt. Mitsuki opened her mouth then closed it again as if having second thoughts. Then shaking her head she looked at him.
"When I have control of my powers, do you think...is there any chance...I can...I can go back to Tarleina and see everyone again?" Falkean gazed at her for a long time then turned away from her without a reply. Mitsuki frowned and was about to ask again when he looked back at her with a small, sad smile.
"I won't give you any false hope Mitsuki but the truth is, it entirely depends on you. If you do go back, there are some other complications. They might welcome you back, they might shun you out once more. It's too unclear as of now to predict how the youkais would react when you come back to them in the future. You are still considered a monster after all..."
"If that's what you think..." Mitsuki took a small ring from her right ring finger and placed it on her left palm. A small red gem fastened to a golden band blinked back at her. It was given to her by her parents on the day she was born. Only the royal family were given the ring signifying their power and control over the whole of Tarleina. She closed it in her palm and threw it as far as she could deep in the forest. They watched the golden glint fly through the branches before disappearing among the leaves. Falkean didn't react and merely watched her stare blankly at the distance.
"From the moment my sister and I were born, they had already known. They knew we were the children with the dreaded curse." She began, never turning her gaze from the landscape. "And because of that they treated us differently in the kingdom. The only person who treated us like everyone else was my father. He loved us both with or without the curse on us. But now that he's dead and everyone hates me, I have no reason to go back there. I have no friends, no family; no home to go back to in the end. I'll never set foot in that place ever again for as long as I live. Do you think that's mean of me?" She asked, looking at Falkean expectantly. Falkean gazed at her, smiled and shook his head.
"No. I don't think you're mean because you don't want to go back to a place where no one would accept you. Not at all. It's a reasonable explanation in fact." Falkean stood up from the ground and wore on his grey robe. Then he slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to her.
"Now that that's over, we better get a move on. It's not good to stay here toolong." He began to walk through a small path ahead of them in between the large trees of the forest. Mitsuki on the other hand continued to stand there and stared back at the direction where she threw her ring. With a final whisper of goodbye, she followed Falkean through the path, never looking back on the kingdom she was forced to call her home.
5 years later...
When a person usually looked at the Magician's Clan, one would see a lively city filled with both young and old youkais clad in robes walking through a small narrow path surrounded by beautiful, large, green and peaceful gardens. The buildings that stand in this city were built with beautiful and intricate designs. In a bird's eye view, one would see a sea of pure white. It would be considered a haven for most who lived in Kiyube, the home of the Magician's Clan. But this beautiful home for the past 2 years has been a target of destruction, chaos and death.
The Magicians were at war with a group of people who called themselves Dark Magicians, each member possessing the same powers as that of the Magicians. Each and every Dark Magician was born in Tarleina as a Child of Darkness. The leader, having had enough of the way they were being treated, decided to take matters into his own hands. He learned how to use magic at a young age and as he grew older, used it to destroy those who opposed him and his fellow 'siblings'. Their numbers were increasing by the day and this became a problem to the Magicians in the clan. For 2 painful years they have fought and killed one another. One to take over the world, the other to redeem it.
But it so happened that one fateful day, the remaining 7 Magicians in Makkai decided to end this meaningless war and save what was left of makkai. They charged head first into the Dark Magician's hideout and took out every member with everything they've got. They fought long and hard with the man who started it all and ended by using a rare and very ancient magic in which the 6 Magicians send their powers to one other to create an incredibly powerful atttack. Their attack directly hit the Dark Magician and destroyed the hideout. This marked the end of the Magician's War and supposedly, the end of all the Dark Magicians.
Everyone in Makkai rejoiced at this great news and awaited the arrival of the 7 great and corageous Magicians who had made peace possible. But they never came. It was said they disappeared as soon as the hideout crashed down, never to be seen again. Everyone had concluded that they died but some still had hopes of their survival and awaited their return. Because of the 7 Magicians' herioic deeds and their corageuous efforts, everyone decided to give them a proper title. A title that will forever be passed down from generation to generation, each one remembering the day they were all saved from the Dark Magicians. These 7 Magicians were to be called Sorcerers and Sorceress. The Warriors of Magic.