K.S.: This is my first fic, people. Note that someone like me is kind of in an awkward position. So don't expect a perfect story. Don't get me wrong! I did this in the best way that I could.
K.S.: Well, onto the story! Enjoy!
Ch. 1 Sent to Makai
Hear my words, O Lord;
Listen to my sighing
Hear my cry for help
My king, my God
To you I pray, O Lord
At dawn you will hear my cry
At dawn I will plead before you and wait.
The skies were grey and thunder roared through the atmosphere. Rain began to pour down from one place. The rain soon spread as the wind carried the black clouds across, covering the land. Many apparitions were already sheltered, avoiding the storm. Still, many didn't mind the rain and stood alone as they allowed Mother Nature to soak them completely.
That was normal weather at Makai, or the Demon World. It was basically representing the meaning of this land, dark and hazardous. Throughout the lands, there were portals and rifts that led to other worlds, such as the human or spirit world.
Most of the rifts were blocked by a barrier held up by the Spirit Realm so as to not have any dangerous apparitions enter the other two realms. But only very few, which were well-hidden for only a strong apparition to find, were allowed to pass through. But it was hardly likely since no demon has ever found those kinds of rifts.
Somehow, a rift was opened, allowing a human teen to pass through. It was opened by a mysterious person that the boy had run across back in the human realm. A turn of events showed that he shouldn't have bothered to follow him, for now he was at a completely different world. He didn't know that just yet.
He was currently knocked out, luckily lying in a small cave. But even though he didn't get soaked, there were cracks on the top that allowed some water to seep through.
The rain struck the ground with its mighty force. The boy, known as Shuichi Minamino, or Kurama, was awakened by this pattern of rainfall, but he didn't open his eyes or move his body.
Right now, he thought that he was at home. He imagined things as if the incident had never happened. He hoped that he was still with his friends at the Mushyori City carnival, enjoying the wonderful events that took place, but he wasn't there. He was no longer at Mushyori City; he was no longer in Japan.
He wasn't in Ningenkai, also known as the Human World.
A little drop of water crawled along the rough side of the crack, hung for a bit, landed on his face, and rolled down his cheek. Another managed to fall on his nose, and sat where it was at.
He then slowly opened his emerald green eyes, eyes filled with the color of the greenest leaves made in the Amazons. But one would expect that with his specialty, he could make his plants like that, too.
Kurama slowly lifted his body up, but it took him sometime. His hands filled with pain every time he moved them. But once he was able to regain control, he rose up and stayed down on one knee. For a while, he waited until his vision has cleared. When it finally did, he looked at his surroundings.
He studied everything and noticed that he was near the mouth of the cave. It provided shelter for him from the rain. The rest of the cave was covered in shadow. It was hard for him to tell what was hiding in there with his eyes. He'd have to use his sixth sense, spirit awareness.
Then he glanced outside of the cave. He was in a forest, a forest that seemed familiar. But it was easy for him to tell at once where he was at.
It was because he already knew where he was at. He recognized the dark skies, he recognized the plants in the forest, and he recognized the scent of blood and death in the air,
He recognized his old home, Makai.
This was the home of the once-living cold-hearted thief that roamed the lands of this world with his partner-in-crime, Kuronue. Of course, that all had changed when the bat demon fell into a trap that had cost him his own life.
Kurama's eyes flashed wide open with the memory of Kuronue. He always tried his best to not remember that cold night, but he was always haunted by it. So many nights he had dreamt about that one event.
He'd always remember their close friendship, if only something could've happened to make things different, things better…
"No," Kurama muttered angrily. "I won't think about it!" he quickly shook his head and wiped his eyes from any tears that were about to fall on his face. He did not need anymore though of that. He had already mourned for him for many months, but still, he had the same nightmare about his death…
The wind moaned through the trees and the leaves waved gently by it. One leaf detached itself from the branch it once rested on, and slowly dropped down, flew into the mouth of the cave, and landed on the Kurama's red hair.
He placed one of his badly injured hands on his head and grabbed the leaf that fell, and then examined its appearances. It was somehow different from the ones in the human world. Much more different then those normal leaves that fall during autumn.
Yes, these leaves were familiar. There was no doubt that he had somehow made it to demon world. But something wasn't quite right.
Makai looked different than when he last saw it, but not in the kind of way that trees have grown, apparitions have become stronger, and new Lords have been replaced by their heir after they died (this is referring to Raizen and Yusuke).
It was different in a way that Makai's forest trees seemed as if the were younger, weaker apparitions roamed the world, and those great rulers who have died still live.
Yes, this place wasn't in the present, it was in the past. Kurama gasped.
He's traveled to the past!
"But how could I've gotten here?" he wondered. How could he have possibly gone to Demon World at a different time period? From what it was told, the entrance to this world was secured by a barrier known as the Kakai Barrier.
But if one were to do it himself, it would cost a lot of energy that could last for weeks (like how Itsuki did, though I don't think it took him weeks).
Could he have somehow got caught in a rift? But wait, has a rift ever taken him into the past?
That probably wasn't possible. At least, not to a demon who was aware of the purpose of most rifts.
The fox shut his eyes tightly while trying to look back and remember what happened exactly. Then his mind flash back to where he last remembered. He sat there as memory led him to the truth of what had happened…
Flashback
He hit the tree hard on his back and pain began to rush down his spine. His attacker was in a black cloak with his hood covering his face. He moved closer to the hurt redhead who was so close to dying.
Kurama fell on his knees, and then the rest of his body fell hard onto the cold and bloody soil. The ground that he was on was wet with his own blood. More of his red liquid came rushing down from the corner of his mouth, his lower leg, and in between his nearly sprained fingers.
His breathing was heavy and choppy, but the pattern was interrupted by a cough of blood allowing more to trickle down from his lips.
There was no hope for him. He was surely going to die. There was no strength left in him, no way for him to stand guard and defeat his enemy. No one was there to help him. He was there in the middle of a forest in Mushyori City being attacked, and none of his friends came.
Not even Hiei had answered his telepathic calls.
Kurama noticed the black cloak right in front of him. His gaze moved up to his attacker, and probably his murderer, who gave him a cold smile.
'There was no there reason for one like you to live on this earth, anyways,' the cold voice of the stranger whispered. 'You've let yourself down so many times, you've just let yourself down to a chance of more power.' The stranger crouched down and captured the redhead's face with his bitter hand.
'How foolish of you to turn down such power.'
'I don't know who you are,' Kurama spoke slightly, 'but there will be a day when I will send your black soul strait to Hell.'
The stranger chuckled. 'Such words you speak, fox. Such words of hate for being so left out to others. You're so different in a way that only a few know of. They know of the demon spirit that rests within your body, fused with your mind.'
He flipped Kurama's body so as to have the kitsune (kitsune-fox) lying on his back. The redhead groaned in pain from hitting his back hard once again.
'However,' the stranger continued, 'you've developed different feelings, one which happens to be love.' His hand now covered his victim's heart. 'Such love you hold for your mother, I never thought that I'd see it for myself. A once cold and ruthless fox had developed something that should not have been in his heart.'
The stranger's hand made its way onto the redhead's shoulder and down onto his forearm. With a smirk, he leaned forward and licked the spot. Kurama had no idea at first to what he was doing, but soon, burning pain came almost instantly at the spot to where he was licked.
When he was able to lift it, he could see a deep burn on his skin. It didn't bleed, but it did hurt.
'Such a beautiful yet weak fox,' the stranger's voice came. 'One with a fate near death, but with a horrible past and an unwritten future, there could be life ahead of you.'
Kurama blinked. 'Wh-what do y-you mean?' he stammered. 'I-I don't understand.'
'You will soon, Kurama,' the man replied. 'Very soon, it will come as clear as you can see me standing right in front of you.'
He backed away from the fox as light started to surround him. Kurama could feel pain on his new burn, but more could be felt in his head. It felt like it was going to explode! Moments continued to pass by and Kurama's screams of agony were slowly fading along with the light.
The dimmer the light became, the easier it was to see that Kurama was no longer on the ground, standing up, or around. In fact, he wasn't anywhere near.
The stranger snickered. 'Alas, the beautiful redhead has to go through a hard time finding his way back…'
End of Flashback
He remembered now. What he just looked back to in his mind was what really happened. Somehow, a strange man with such evil in him had brought him to the past at demon world. There was no telling what he would do to get back.
But who was that man? Or demon? Whatever it was, all Kurama could sense in him was darkness, evil, sin, and eagerness to kill.
Kurama felt a bit of pain rush through his arm, which slowly grew more painful. He raised his white sleeve to reveal the burn on his arm. Indeed, he had gone through all that, and was brought back here with major injuries and a burnt arm.
Oh how painful it was! How painful that burning watery tongue felt on his skin! He never thought that there would be so much pain in what he did. But what kind of person, or demon, could conjure such a thing? He'd never seen or heard of that before.
He stood up with the support of the cave's walls. It was a relief to finally stand up after being out for God knows how long.
God. Now he wondered about Him. He's heard of the miracles God had done for others, and they say that these miracles still happen today. Kurama wasn't sure if he's seen any of these miracles.
One miracle, or so he called, that has happened was when he used the Forlorn Hope, an artifact that grants you a wish in return for your life, to save his mother, nearly giving up his life, but then Yusuke Urameshi stepped in and insisted to have his life taken instead of his friend's. But in the end, it turned out that both of them were alive, and Kurama's wish had come true.
Was it God who let both him and Yusuke live? Or was it just a major coincidence? He really didn't know, and he didn't know what to believe had happened. One thing's for sure, everything turned out good in the end.
People wondered what he had believed in. They wondered if he believed in luck, in God, in Jesus Christ, or himself. (Youko considers himself powerful, does he not?)
He never replied to their questions, for he too wondered what he really believed in. There was not really much thought put into it for him. Unless one would look deep into his mind, he couldn't give an honest answer.
Kurama sighed. He had to figure out how to get back to the present. Everyone would worry and wonder where he's at, mainly think that he's dead. No one, except for maybe Hiei, would bring up the thought of him being in the past, not even Koenma.
Well, he couldn't just stand there feeling sorry for himself all day. He had to find a way to get back.
But how would he get back? Was there even a point for him to do so? Lately, he felt like a shadow whenever he walked through the bright streets, strangely like how Hiei felt, the fire demon does.
The kitsune never had those discussions with his friend about those sorts of things. Never had they even spoken once about it.
He began to walk out of the cave, ignoring the rain that began to soak him.
Kurama felt uncomfortable lately since his mother and friends kept on bringing up the topic of him having a girlfriend. Of course, one would expect that a handsome schoolboy like him would have had someone by now, but all he had was a fan girl club, which, many would add, he hated.
Love was cruel to him. His looks and personality attracted most females at first sight. But none of them made him interested in a serious relationship.
But, he had always wondered if there was someone worthy for him out there. He wanted a girl that was sweet, not an obsessive fan girl, loving, and smart. That's what he searched for in a girl.
So far, no luck. Even though he attracts mostly every girl he comes across, none of them fit in his main categories.
Suddenly, noises could be heard in the background. He stopped dead in his tracks to listen. Leaves rustled together by probably the wind or rain. After all, the storm was intense. But no, it wasn't the weather.
It was probably demons attacking other demons. Yes, that was the usual routine, nothing really knew, unless of course the battle was against one of the lords of Makai.
He reached for the rose in his hair, ready to summon his rosewhip when needed. He had to keep his guard the entire time he was there. There was no telling what could happen to him.
Loud noises of punches and weapons clinging together could be heard coming closer. It was hard for him to concentrate with the rain, but he was able to concentrate. The battle was heading towards his direction now. But he was ready to defend himself, ready to stand guard.
Ready to fight back.
That's it for now! What'd you think? Take it easy on me. It's my first posted fic.
If you like it, please review. No flames, please!
I won't be updating for some time now. Well, not until maybe Monday. Happy Thanksgiving!