Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN YYH! YOSHIHIRO TOGASHI DOES! PRAISE HIM!
HEY PEOPLE! This is my first fanfic! Aren't you PROUD of me?
Summary: ...Do I really have to retype this? Haven't you just read it and clicked?
I will be writing this fic third person POV. Or at least what I believe is third person. O.o
There are going to be a lot of short chapters, although I will try to increase their length. I apologize for my brain farts.
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A breeze rustled through the enormous canopy of the redwood trees of a Makai rainforest, causing a few drops of water to drip down from the chartreuse and emerald green leaves. A peridot basilisk demon with a silver sheen to its scales slithered through the multihued foliage below, ignorant of the dark shadow that followed silently a few paces behind. Nott a sound was heard in the dim boundaries of the forest, all animals—predator and prey alike—were hidden, gazing out from there dens and nests.
The pale green demon came to a halt, its quarry found. In the midst of a large clearing, a small, subterranean cave was cleverly hidden, dozens of now overgrown plants still on guard for any suspicious characters. A huge tree trunk blocked the entrance, leaving only a few miniscule openings that only insects could fit through.
However, the basilisk did not seem worried. He merely stared at the trunk for a few seconds, before walking right up to it—and through it. The small figure that had been tailing the demon paused, and its copper-red eyes widened with surprise. But that was for a moment, nothing more.
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The reptilian being had come to the end of the stone and dirt tunnel in the ground. He took another cautious step forward, and took in a short, sharp, breath. A small and neat but dusty room had been cleared of furniture, and a large circle of square silver slabs had been arranged in the middle. The metal framed a slowly tarnishing necklace placed upon a large bar of glowing gold. Upon the gold were three, artistically simple, carefully engraved words.
Kuronue. My friend.
The greedy creature sneered at the precious metals, not quite believing that so much wealth could be spent on the dead. Then, he grinned, showing a rather large pair of pointed fangs that protruded from strong jaws. "So. This is the place..." The dragons' relation smiled again, this time at the well-made Makai silver. He stooped down and placed his hand on the metal, relishing its cool, solid feel. It would fetch a fairly high price when sold to the right people.
This was the time that the shadower of the scaly basilisk chose to reveal himself. A short, spiky haired demon shifted from the shadows, eyeing the other demon suspiciously. "What are you planning on doing with that?"
Hiei glared at the reptilian demon in front of him. The koorime was not in a particularly good mood. Once again, Koenma had sent him on a pointless mission to intimidate someone into giving information. Yusuke and Kuwabara had been ruled out for their brashness and volume, and Kurama because he had his mother and schoolwork to worry about. Stupid humans and their useless schools. Dimwit toddler and his moronic errands...
The basilisk demon still had not answered Hiei's question. "What are you planning on doing with that?" he asked again, impatiently. "And who are you?" the scaled resident of Makai turned cautiously around, and lifted its scaly arms into the air, imitating a gesture of peace that was completely lost on a stolid Hiei.
"My name is Keila." He informed Hiei in a resounding bass tone. He slowly lowered his clawed hands—and jerked them back up, making several quick motions in the air and speaking a few sharp but incoherent words all in a matter of seconds before spinning quickly around—only to face the blade of Hiei's katana at his throat.
The fire demon growled threateningly, "What did you do?"
To his surprise, the basilisk, shuddered, and Hiei felt strange waves of ki rolling off of his body. The fire koorime heard sobbing, and it took it a moment to realize where it was coming from: Keila. There were tears pouring out of his scale-framed eyes. Hiei looked at his opponent with some alarm, eyeing his weeping and snarling inferior with distaste. This was an unexpected developement and frankly, it disgruntled him, being unused to wailing opponents.
Without so much as a flicker of warning, the crying eyes narrowed, tears still flowing freely. "STONE DAGGER!"
A powerful blast of spirit energy that would have turned most demons into statues shot out of Keila's outstretched palm, and slammed into the smaller—but fortunately more powerful—demon. Luckily, a basilisk demon's attacks were normally limited to the strength of the demon, unlike the killing gaze of the actual creature. More annoyed than actually hurt, Hiei shook his head to clear his vision of the spots of bright ki, than used the flat of his katana's blade to knock the peridot demon unconscious, fighting against the reflex to kill Keila on the spot. "That was easy enough..." he hauled the other demon none too gently out of the hidden cave, pausing at the exit to glance back at the necklace.
Nothing looked like it had changed... But than what had those words and motions made by Keila meant? He glared at the grave for a few more seconds, his jagan eye glowing beneath his bandanna; trying to see if anything had been altered. . .nothing. . . Hiei dragged the basilisk demon's body away to Reikai—and Koenma.
The brat had a whole lot to explain.
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Three hours after the fire demon had left, the dirt beneath the silver and gold stirred, and a hand burst out of the ground. Following the hand was a tall, slender body clothed in black material. Kuronue stretched his wings and arms, blinked, and surveyed his bare, empty surroundings, hacking up a few clumps of dirt in the process. "What the hell happened here? We're never this neat. . ." he retrieved the bar of gold that had been a stand for the necklace, reading its engravement.
"Kuronue..my friend."
An empty silence followed the hollowness of his voice echoing through the tunnels.
"What?" He looked around again, and tensed at the dusty, ancient look the "den" had acquired. "Kurama? This is a joke...right?" The chimera laughed uneasily, thinking that his mischievous partner in crime had somehow managed to bury him underground while he had been asleep. "Show yourself, you bastard!"
He never noticed the pool of ink black creeping up behind him until it spoke up in a whiny voice that sounded half-crazed.
"So . . .Keila has completed his task. . .you're awake. . .!"
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Hmmm...
Yay! First chappie done! I know that the chapters are short, but I'll try and make them longer as the story goes along...
Yiuughhhh. Rocky, rocky, bumpy chapter. I do hope that you'll bear with me, though!
