Chapter 1
A Bad Moon Risen
Disclaimer: I am not the creator of ANY of the copyrighted material that will appear in this monster Cross Over fan fiction. So please don't sue me.
Author's Note: This is a huge gigantic Cross Over fic, which will include Yu Yu Hakusho, World of Darkness, Bleach, and Ayashi No Ceres.
Kazushige Kuwabara, proud father of Kazuma Kuwabara, was walking home alone, as he often did. Or, he often had since his wife, Shika, had died. He lowered his shades and stared up into the night sky, realizing at that moment that it was the new moon. He reflected that he must be overworked if he was neglecting to keep track of the moon phases. Out of nowhere, he saw there were clouds gathering overhead, blotting out the stars. Even if the moon had been visible, it wouldn't be now. Of a sudden, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Something about the whole scene was wrong. And wrong for him meant the supernatural had something to do with it.
He felt something behind him, or rather someone. Someone who pulled the entire night into himself like a vortex, a person of such intense stillness you couldn't help but be drawn to him. He spun around, his guard up in the off chance it wasn't who he thought it was going to be. Expect the unexpected. Story of his life, of all their lives, actually.
"Inuki-kun." He said, his voice betraying some nervousness, though he tried to keep his tone light and utterly genial. "Or should I say Bone Shadow Daimyo."
"I'm not the Daimyo of our tribe anymore. But, then, I suppose no rumor that travels through my information network is ever wrong, is it?" Inuki said lightly.
"Then you've heard. They're being bitter about it. The tribe, I mean. They're refusing to elect another Daimyo. The other tribes aren't helping, in fact they're egging them on. The Blood Talons are saying we shouldn't surrender a position that rightly belongs to you because, after all, you're not dead, and the Storm Lords are grumbling it would be a humiliating display of weakness. Like they're ones to talk. They're in the same position we are. Always have been." Kazushige's agitation was plain in his voice, something that was unusual for him.
"Well, that's not technically true, is it? We Bone Shadows were the ones who came up with that little method for avoiding Spirit World's and the Soul Society's scrutiny and essentially giving the Uratha of Japan the ability to die twice. As such, it's no surprise the other tribes are complaining about it now that it's causing….something of a problem for us. Oh, wait, no, I guess that doesn't make sense then, does it? Look on the bright side, though, this shows how united we are." Inuki's tone was still entirely amenable. The man spoke to anyone and everyone, even total strangers, as if they were close friends or bosom companions. It was the eeriest thing Kazushige had ever encountered, and he'd seen some pretty wigged out stuff in his time.
"Yeah, united in mutual pain, and a steadily worsening situation. Wait…Why are you here? Oh, no…don't tell me…." Kazushige's face fell. The normally impassive and even cheerful Inuki's face also changed as he donned an expression that might have been called sadness had it been so easy to define.
"Exactly. My returning to this place can mean only one thing." Abruptly the wind picked up and Inuki disappeared into thin air. Then thunder rumbled overhead and the rain started to fall. Kazushige stared numbly at the place where the other man had stood, then after a few moments of silent reverie he moved on, but there was a heaviness to his tread that hadn't been there before. Then he heard it. A voice on the wind, whispering like distant thunder in the First Tongue.
The land is in drought, and falls to rot. A storm, there must be a storm. My children will make it so. All look to the Darkening Sky, for your hope and your despair shall fall from those clouds.