Hey all!!!!!! No longer depressed!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!
My bestest best friend got back in town, she's been gone for like 10 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!! ME SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST FOUND OUT LIKE, 10 MINUTES AGO!!!!!!!!!!! IM HAPPY DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, anywayz…. On w/ da fic!!!!!!!!!
Eye For an Eye
By: ME!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S RIGHT, ME DAMMIT!!!!!!!!! ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yusuke waited outside of Kuwabara and Eimaj's class after the bell rang, waiting for them to get out. He was really, really not liking what was going on. When Kuwabara said someone might not be trusted, considering his powerful spirit awareness, it meant something...but then to completely deny what he had said as if Yusuke had made it up…
He had cornered Kuwabara earlier, trying to get him to explain the phone call from the day before, but he just got pissed again and started defending Miseto. Something really wasn't adding up, she was completely human, had no strong spirit powers, and was well…a normal little brat.
He rolled his eyes upward, silently screaming rather unpleasant things at Koenma. His assignment was getting to his head! "'Just look out for anything or anyone suspicious', my ass." Maybe he had dreamed the call, having Kuwabara say Miseto couldn't be trusted would be really convenient. Having the Sprite person show up in school, in Kuwabara's class would make his work go by so much easier, but when was it ever easy for him?
He sighed and opened the door to their class softly, they sure were taking a long time. He peeked in, then almost started laughing. Kuwabara and Miseto were in the middle of a big chalkboard eraser fight instead of cleaning the classroom as their weekly chore. It seemed Miseto was winning, considering she only had a few smudges on her uniform and Kuwabara looked like something from a bad horror flick about ghosts.
He closed the door again with another sigh. Someone who played with chalkboard erasers couldn't be dangerous, right?
Kes looked up from the ancient journal she was going through. It was log of an explorer from centuries ago. From what she could recognize, it was the chronicles of a Suun'Azak. The majority of the beginning dealt with the environment and wonders of the four islands his world was made up of, probably the Hawaiian Islands that Koenma pointed out to a few hours before when Botan had asked something about a hu-la dance. She bit her lip as she looked at the map of the human world that was spread out on the floor, then back to the book.
She couldn't make out all of the symbols, age had ruined some of the text, but in it there was references to the Island of the Screechers to the east. The explorer told of the island where cannibals and mystics ruled, where they captured demons and other preternatural creatures in hope of gaining their power and keeping them in coffins made of 'the king's bones'. They were to have been known to make huge temples that reached high into the sky and worshipped the Screechers, a creature described to have the wings and lower torso of a meat-eating bird and to have the upper torso of a human. It seemed a few of the harpies had escaped extinction, considering a different book had claimed them to be extinct about 50 years before she thought the journal was written, 7,006 years ago if she was right…if it spoke of what she thought it did…
She looked over to Botan, "Excuse me, but could you look at this for a moment?"
Botan looked up from the book she was looking at, "At what?"
She pointed to a passage in the journal, "This seems suspicious, we are looking for evidence of the awakening of a powerful demon, yes? Maybe it wasn't asleep, but captured? I can't read it all, but this is what I've been able to translate."
Botan stood up and came to look at Kes' notes.
"The island was beautiful. Filled with life and power. Even the trees and creatures emanated a rich power of their own. I had hoped that all of the inhabitants and living beings here were as pure of spirit, but I was mistaken. The island was home to the most beautiful of creatures, and also the most evil. Humans who ate their own kind, people of the currents-"
"Who are the 'people of the currents'?"
Kes looked at the book again and nodded, "It says that, but I am sure they meant mystics and other magic controlling humans. Currents were what some cultures referred to spirit energy as."
Botan nodded as well, and continued reading.
"-who captured harmless beings of the current in hopes of mastering their current for their own purposes. I was sadly an unknown witness to such a capturing. The being looked no older than my own daughter Kali'Etl, only 10 and 3 summers. She could have been a little princess, so perfect was her manner and dress, but what struck my heart was her screaming. She didn't scream for her own life, she didn't beg for her release, she pleaded for someone else. I couldn't understand all she said, it wasn't my tongue, but her despair turned her words into feelings instead of only words. 'I cannot let her be left alone, I can't die until I free her!' she seemed to scream, over and over. She said many things over the course of her imprisonment ritual, but only that phrase was powerful enough to cross the barriers of different tongues for me to understand.
"They had 10 large coffins made of the king's bones and already they were filled, it seemed that they weren't prepared for another and had not had the foresight to bring another box of death. They reopened the last box, using an orb that must have been a piece of the sun itself, and placed her inside, still screaming. May Szaju protect that child, be her creature of this world or not, from whatever was already in that prison."
Botan whistled softly, "I never heard of a culture who did that! To be able to imprison demons…they must have been truly powerful."
Kes nodded and gave Botan a worried look, "I didn't really translate this journal thoroughly until I saw another thing. The report I glanced over a few minutes ago by some of your di-tec-tavs said that the temple they had gone to had been brought into the Makai from the human world from an island in the Pa-si-fic ocean, and that they had brought back the Orb of Light, and inside the temple there was a big ebony sar-ka-fa-gus. If I remember correctly, ebony was considered to be a strong tool for binding harmful spirits, and the phrase 'the king's bones' could also be 'the king's tool'…so maybe the temple was taken from the same island that this explorer talks of."
Botan arched a brow as she picked up on something, "You're trying to get us interested in that island, aren't you? Or at least that temple, what do you know of it?"
Kes looked away, a far-off look in her eyes, "Nothing really, just a hunch. If it would be all right, I would like to go to that temple to see if-"
"Oh, Kes!"
Botan and Kes looked to Koenma as he popped up from under a huge stack of books, "I just remembered! The glossary of demons had said that the island that I sent the boys to had something to do with the Sprite, maybe that was who was put in that box prison. I think it would be best if you and Botan would go and check it out." After that, he burrowed back down into the books.
Kes gave the mountain of books Koenma was looking through a confused look, then shrugged, "If you think that would be best, Koenma. Shall we get going Botan?"
Botan nodded, and started to materialize her paddle that she used to navigate the River Styx, "Yes, but once we get there I have a few-" she felt a soft breeze against her skin as she was about to take off, and when she looked around, Kes was gone.
It looked to the moon, there was something terribly wrong.
"I am no child! I have no need of her! I can do this all on my own! Stupid memories, I have no desire for you! You made me bring her back! She could ruin everything! I stole her power, but not her soul, leave me BE!"
It started rolling in the clouds, ever since it had gotten back out, memories and desires and a will that was not its own plagued it. It was not a child who only desired to be left alone, and if it took killing that last possessor of an eye, which should be its to begin with, why did that stupid girl have to interfere!, and stealing into the vault of King Yama himself to get them all back, then the ones who dared get into its way had better have a clean slate for when a reaper comes to call…
It rolled around a bit more, and looked down into the city where it felt the last possessor was, it was going to have to act soon. It reached up to scratch at the new eye that had sprung up on its forehead, how did that kid ever stand it? The thing was so damn itchy!
Um, confusing? Lemme know if it is, I'm trying to not leave any loose ends!
