Anathema of the Night
Okay, I have not writtin much fanfiction since middle school, but I hope this story comes out as well as I have imagined it. Please review! I'm not sure why it does not show the tab; is anyone else having this problem? If any of you guys know how to fix it, please contact me! I suppose for now I will just double space between paragraphs...
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Prologue: Hoshi's Wish
"Please Koenma sir! I couldn't bare the thought of my child having to carry the same burden as I did. I don't want that for her. I'll do anything to protect her from that, even if-," The woman clutched a small bundle of cloth to her chest as she began to sob. Her dark, lank hair fell forward covering her tear-stained face from King Yamma's son. "Please, please," the woman begged, her words choked by her tears.
The ruler of spirit world gazed upon the woman's desperate state, concern etched across his visage. He sighed, weighing the consequences of what the woman was asking him to do and what would happen if he did not fulfill her request. Finally, he stood. "Hoshi, you understand that if you want her to be fully shielded from the fate that awaits your child, you may never see her again. She can never know who you are, or anything about her true origins. She will have to be completely cut off from Makai and reside in the human world for the remainder of her life. You do understand this?"
Hoshi gave a howl of despair and nodded, not able to form the words of agreement.
"Well then," Koenma continued, "I will take your daughter and hide her from the horrors that should belong to her in later years as long as I can, but if we are going to do so, we must do so quickly." He clapped his hands twice and a woman with hair as blue as the morning sky entered, a long oar in her hand.
"Yes Koenma?"
"Botan, take this woman's child and find a home for her in the human world. Make sure no one sees you and never utter a word of this to anyone."
Several moments passed before she spoke. "Of course Koenma." Botan waited until Hoshi kissed the bundle once, speaking soft comforts as she did so and held it to the ferry woman. Botan reluctantly took the parcel away from the mourning mother and making sure she had a secure hold, flew from Koenma's office on her oar.
Hoshi stood, her face now completely dry. She shed no more tears; in fact, her face was completely expressionless. Her once shimmering silver eyes had become dull gray orbs of mystery. "Thank you, Koenma." She never said a word as she extracted a short ornate dagger from the inside folds of her midnight blue kimono. Before the Spirit World ruler could utter a word of protest, she plunged the blade deep into her heart. Blood seeped slowly from the wound as Hoshi's lifeless body made contact with the cold floor of the office; a sorrowful smile was the only trace of emotion on the deceased woman's face.
Koenma sighed wearily, knowing fully well that a Hoshi's spirit would not rise, nor will it ever. "I suppose she knew this was the only escape, tragic as it is."