Disclaimer: YuYu Hakusho is copyrighted and belongs to its creator, Togashi Yoshihiro.
Author's Note: …What to say, what to say… Well, this story is finally alive again… That, and things are taking a turn from here. Things are going to come out as well as change. Stay tuned and you'll see.
For this chapter, I had to redo my research and homework since I had lost a bit of my information I had saved up in the past. I did some math, too, and I tried to fit this well with both fiction and non-fiction. I did my research in making this whole story, but like most authors who write fiction, I also add some more fiction to it to make it all fit and all the more appealing. This story is a melting pot of beliefs and cultures.
Genre: Supernatural, fantasy, humor, horror, and not so much general. It is also an AU, an "alternate Universe" for the setting.
Rating: Undecided at this time.
Kinnys: Thanks! And sorry for the wait.
EricaAuksi: Yes, I've noticed it appeared like that, too. Oi. But I've read so many mangas, comics, and literature where demons or gods from hell behaved in similar ways. I've seen a lot of horror movies, too. I've even read lots of dark materials like grimoire, books of the dead, Necronomicon, and even some of Aleister Crowley's work and books about alchemy. I pretty much added all the characteristics and their traits together and this came out... The forces of hell have actually have been noted as to be one of the more powerful of forces in existence, along with heaven… And Ref is the literal personification of hell.
Dark: Yes. I agree with you. He was just…too much to handle, too fast.
Ev: Oh, believe me… I won't make him be an asshole without a reason. Everyone has a reason, even if it is a subconscious one. Hell, Ref can be a major asshole.
THE INTERLUDE
She might have been above average height for a female human, but she was still considerably small in comparison with him.
She was considered to be the type of person who should have seen nothing in him, at least not anything good anyways. She never trusted demons and neither did she trust many humans. And yet she was completely loyal to those whom she did actually trust.
"Do you believe in love? Do you believe in destiny?" A forlorn voice whispered in the darkness. "…True love may come only in a thousand lifetimes."
"…They took her from me…"
***
Over a thousand years ago, during the Heian period… Which happened to be the final classical period yet also very peak of the Japanese Imperial court.
A great tragedy had taken place seven hundred and thirty-five years prior to King Raizen's critical decision to no longer use humans as a valuable food source, which that had taken place three-hundred and two years before the demons had been forced to remain in Makai. To be more precise, it was the tenth century AD, year 926.
During that time, there was once a woman with a vast array of supernatural capabilities that human kind could not explain or comprehend.
Most of the humans believed and revered her to be a goddess… A deity in the flesh, which is what man has come to describe as an Avatar. Buddhism was the main religion of the people at that time. And a vast majority of the people were quite very underprivileged, poor as dirt, yet still remained in a system of clans even though they were being dominated by the more powerful aristocratic families.
In truth, no human being really knew what she was or how to explain the phenomenal powers that she possessed. Again, mankind could only surmise and try to understand as to what they were witnessing. Nevertheless, many had made claims about how she must have came from the sky above. And those who had the privilege to see her, often had stated that she had shined like the sun by day and her complexion like the moon at night.
According to the ancient records made by human ancestors, ones that had been long since forgotten, she possessed many gifts; like telekinesis, levitation of one's self, obtaining enlightenment, healing, even the power to repair a devastatingly mangled body even if it had been turned into ash, and that included resurrecting the dead. …And amongst these extraordinary powers was the gift of flight. She literally could take up in the air, just like a bird.
Hence why people believed her to be an avatar.
However, others had feared and rejected her… Or better yet, despised her because of their own misunderstandings and their refusal to think outside of the box. These were some of the aristocratic parties, which had inevitably turned the majority of the clans against her due to their influence and persuasive abilities. Effectively, they had claimed her to be a youkai cleverly disguised in the form of a woman or was at least the half-breed child of a even more powerful and greater demon. In other words, she could not be trusted.
Back then, mankind possessed a much different outlook on things, but as always, man-kind retained that primitive aspect to destroy whatever they happen to be afraid of whether beliefs had something to do with it or not.
The true story is bathed in treachery as it is also in lies. A great dispatch of deception.
The powerful aristocratic clans themselves of that time were amongst the greatest of her enemies, destroying whatever little information that they could manage to find about her in hopes to erase her from all of history. Some of the people had speculated that they had extra helping hands in achieving such a goal, ones with power, while others had refused to question any of it.
There were once countless numbers of tales concerning her and about her origins, but sadly only one had managed to survive after all these centuries…
A story known as "The Tale of The Bamboo Cutter", also known as "The Tale of Kaguya Hime". It is a very old story about an old and childless bamboo cutter who happened to stumble upon a baby girl as small as the size of a human thumb. This girl grew up to be unimaginably beautiful whose hair shined like the moon and many princes from around asked for her hand in marriage, especially the Emperor himself. However, she had turned them all down. And eventually, one day, she went up into the sky, ascending from the earth on the very top Mount Fuji itself. Her guardians and the Emperor mourned for their loss.
Conversely, this story is but a tall tale that had manifested from the wide spread of stories being told all around. But Kaguya Hime did, in fact, at one time existed.
Like the fictional tale had depicted, she was far from being that of the average human girl. And amazingly, some had speculated that she may have had lived over hundreds of years, perhaps even when civilization in Japan first began way back in B.C.
Whether this is true or not, no one knows. No one has yet to discover any sign of her remains. And neither can Spirit World locate her spirit, although they refuse to give any amount of information, not even release a mere tidbit. They refuse to acknowledge that she may have at one time even existed, having sealed away the information about her into their private vaults as ordered by the gods themselves in an attempt to keep it all a mystery.
But unlike the story had described, her physical appearance was entirely different. And neither had she been found in a mysteriously glowing stalk of bamboo. She had been part of the earliest members of what is now known as the Kuwabara clan, hence the sacred ground or province where she had originated from had been named as such years later.
Indeed, there had been those who had fallen in love with her, especially the Emperor himself. But likewise, the story was wrong when it had spoken of who the Emperor actually was. In fact, the Emperor was not even a man, not even remotely close to being a human, but was a god himself. And the mentioning of her refusal to marry him had also been another untruth that had been told. Furthermore, the biggest lie of all had to be that of her departure into heaven or her return to the moon…
No, Kaguya did not leave.
In actuality, she had been murdered. In fact, had been betrayed, framed by those who had made an effort to destroy her for whatever reason they had held behind their motives.
And it was her death that had caused the "Emperor" to no longer hold back the vast majority of demons from raiding into Ningenkai in search for human meat.
It was a blow that Spirit World had been so unprepared for, much like the fall of the angels. They already had enough issues when it came to dealing with The Fallen Race and their despicable acts and treachery formed against them. And now that the demons were now free to do whatever they pleased, all of Spirit World had no choice but to mark the "Emperor" as one of their worst of enemies.
And "The Tale of The Bamboo Cutter" had been accepted as a myth created and written by a man who had spawned her from his creative pool of imagination.
*V*
…Daunting as she was as well affectionate…
…Full of antics as she was solemn…
…Silly though she was wise…
…Carefree, though she was not careless….
She even had extreme bursts of energy, causing her at times to become hyperactive.
And her most admirable trait of all was that she was a lady of honor and a loving and devoted person.
She was an unusual woman…
With her eyes that shined like the stars, her moon white skin, and her long and curly fiery tresses.
Her hair was remarkably different and was one of the first of her attributes to be distinguished from the rest of the Asian people. Her bangs dangled loosely with a longer fluke in the middle, the sides draping and framing a slightly angular heart shaped face as they reached down and gently caressed voluptuous breasts, all the while the back passionately fell down in a "V" formation, the tip reaching past the rather full and round backside.
She possessed long, lean and muscular arms which stretched down and ended in square shaped hands and long digits. These hands were calloused from many a hard day's work and from endless bouts of violent hostility, not soft and gentle as they should be. Long and curved strong yet also powerful legs, thighs and calves full and strapping without hardly any ounce of fat. A firm and curvy torso, pectorals and abs built to withstand any human's kick or punch, and lean muscle all over smoothly moving and tensing with every movement made. She had the figure of a goddess, but was built like a warrior.
She had refined facial features with a slightly pointy yet round chin and soft high cheekbones. Below a concave or upturned nose was a pair of fairly average yet fleshy lush lips. She was gently boyish and somewhat roguish, but also very appealing to look at.
Her eyes were of the most unusual to be seen thus far. Quite often, her irises were seen to be black that shined with an unusual radiance, though would sometimes appear to be a dark cognac amber. However, these eyes were often fickle in nature, never promising to remain calm as still water in a secluded lake. When pushed, these orbs would become like living pools of raging fire, which gave her that intense gaze, her eyes blazing like the sun. These eyes were surrounded by a distinctive eye shape, regularly holding a dreamy or pensive air, and above them were thin and intense eyebrows.
Over all, she was an exotic beauty.
But most of her body's striking features were hidden beneath her saintly garb. She was once a priestess, but also an Ancient, having been born and raised inside of her family's sacred temple. She had robes, the staff and the bamboo hat that's style originated from the peasant workers in China.
But Kaguya was not entirely a Buddhist, though she did practice some of their traditions and methods. Surprisingly, she was rather a New Ager before the time of the New Age Movement had come to pass and before it became widely known. New Age had not even reached Japan in that era, which lead some to further question as to who she was.
Known to only Spirit World, this "New Age" was fundamentally the old ways of the Fallen Race. It was the way of the angels, who was responsible for the wide spread of occult practices and the human's interest in achieving enlightenment. They were also the cause for the humans' interest in the paranormal. Humans are not supposed to know anything about the dead.
Regardless, the temple keepers had considered her existence to be nothing short of a blessing.
Most of the Kuwabara clan had started out as nobles who were part of a clan Ancients, which were in search for a higher meaning and a higher call. They were incredibly gifted psychics to begin with, but some were in search for a higher element, an enlightenment from the gods. For years they had sought for achieving their divine selves as well as answers to the meaning of life itself. And they believed that there efforts had been rewarded.
A god had appeared before one of the women in their family, who in the end had impregnated her. Nine months later, Kaguya had been born. However, the full revelation had not been told until the clan had realized how out of the ordinary that the young child was.
And the people of her village loved her, but equally feared and respected her, never desiring to anger her in any sort of fashion. They feared her rage and power. In spite of that, they would still make requests in order to witness her display of power.
At that time, she was not a mere avatar, but a demi-goddess.
And the Kuwabara clan themselves had tried all that they could to keep her safe from the outside world. Her mother had died shortly after her birth, so she had no one but the rest of her village to look after her.
Unfortunately, once she had matured enough, they had failed to keep her a secret any longer…
For eventually the Chinese Empire and the Imperial Aristocrats had became involved. Additionally, the demons had became steadily interested in her, whether it was to steal her away or to eradicate her. Moreover, the Fallen Race and Rekai had significantly became the two forces that effected her life the most.
They all made her life to be severely difficult, filling her life with much pain and strife. In shortest and sweetest words, a miserable hellhole.
The Chinese Emperor wanted her for himself, having gotten wind of her extraordinary existence, and thereby sent arrays of his militias to seize her. The demons haunted her day and night, launching attacks upon her at every chance they could get. The aristocrats and the people eventually wanted her gone, to go away one way or another. The Devils had made claims of her being one of their own, thus why she was very important to them. And Spirit World sought for her to be destroyed.
Mind you, she was far from being that of a damsel in distress.
Unexpectedly, she was a master of swordsmanship.
She had decided to learn to fight by sword when she had discovered such a weapon left peculiarly in the forest nearby her village during a heavy winter when she was merely fourteen.
She had fallen into a cavern after she had been chased by the Daitengu, only to stumble upon a peculiar glowing object. It was a Japanese Katakana, which lied upon an engraved alter surrounded by enormous statues of warriors whom appeared to be other worldly; all which was designed out of jadeite. It was if someone had left the weapon there for the chance of it to be found. All the more strange was a low hum could be heard coming from the incandescent katana itself, and upon picking it up, the metal of the blade sang stridently.
Once climbing out of the cavern, she took the blade back to the village with her. Oddly enough, the weapon was not that hard for her to carry and it was very easy for her to wield.
She kept both her practice and the sword as cloak-and-dagger as much as she could possible.
That sword also had supernatural properties as well, it was far from being an ordinary weapon. For one, it had enhanced her psychic abilities along with enabling her to harness spirit energy into solid energy.
Years passed and she soon became an adult.
And what problems that had started out as mere demon attacks and hauntings by apparitions eventually developed into more severe, even catastrophic, circumstances.
And in the midst of all that hatred, somehow love was found…and in all the most unexpected of places.
***
They were now currently at Master Gong's shrine. Although the old man had never seen the demon prince before in person ever in his life and neither had he known any of the others, the martial arts master allowed them all to take refuge there without question.
All he had said was; "Don't touch my stuff. Do so, I'll beat you like a small dog…with a stick!" To which then, he proceeded off to further become drunk. He did not reply to any of their greetings, just muttered something in Chinese under his breath and made sounds similar to what a dog would make.
Botan thought the old man to be unorthodox, while Shizuru calmly stated that he was a lunatic.
Oh, yes, they were in for a real treat coming from this guy. Just ask Kazuma and he would tell you that he is not at all like Genkai. Of course, he seems distant right now, but he customarily behaves like that when he makes an effort to get all boozed up. Just wait until he starts singing and telling jokes, let alone nonsensical words of wisdom. Sometimes he tells you a little bit too much. And wait until they see what he cooks for food, too.
Reficul, of course, had paid the Master very little attention. He had left the others to bare witness to the sickening display of the old and dried up coot guzzling down very much of booze in his large old-styled canteens fashioned out of gourds.
Eventually, the five of them had left to retrieve the other two females. An excellent excuse, yes, to escape the senile old man whose got the case of the crazies.
Ref had carried Kazuma to one of the rooms, the very one where the fiery haired one had stayed while he had sought for training. It did not take long for the detective to fall quickly into slumber.
Reficul studied the younger man as he slumbered beneath the sheets of the roll out bed. He, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall, sitting close beside him in Indian style.
He looked so much like her.
The ginger curly locks.
The pale skin.
His eyes.
Everything.
He appeared more like her than he ever did before.
Kaguya, his past lover. Their love was to be perpetual.
What was meant to be forever, tragically came to an end.
Taken away from him, stolen. It seemed as though both the opposing forces of good and evil had came to at least one agreement with one another, that is to break them apart and hopefully keep them permanently separated.
She was his mate, the light to his darkness, his life, the very meaning of his existence and much more.
Oh, but only if they knew that committing such a fiendish crime would do to him. Quite the opposite, they knew exactly what they were doing and who they would be up against before they had executed their disgraceful schemes.
And for a time, they regretted it. All of them. The humans, the demons, and all of those in Spirit World. They each had a taste of his incurable wrath.
But did they once ever cared for the ones they've hurt? No.
Selfishly, it had always been about themselves and their own happiness. Never her's. Never his.
They killed her. Only then to misplace her soul, finding little to no trace to where she might have gone. And worst of all, the gods of Rekai had damned her, and her end had been anything but peaceful.
And knowing that he had suffered from a broken heart, sought once to be rid of him as well. Or at least, that is what they tried to do. Victory seemed so easy to at last obtain, but their attempts were far from being successful.
Their actions filled him with much belligerence. And believe him, he still manages to carry a grudge against them to this very day. It was the price they have yet to pay for the torments that they had bestowed upon him. It was not in his nature to move on.
Sleep never came easy for him from that day on. Whenever he closed his eyes, the pain would just resurface. The memories would cut like a knife with a blade lined with misery.
***
Everyone already knows about the Three Kings of Makai, whom just so happened to be a few of the most powerful demons and the greatest of fighters in all of existence. The Mazoku clan themselves being at the top of the charts. But the Mazoku are actually number three on that precise list.
Additionally, over them was a far much greater ruler, a god of darkness which likewise rules and reigns over Hell itself.
Now, this dark god, they surely did fear, however his son they dreaded all the more.
He is ranked as being one of those who is on the list as to being number one, sharing the position with other great and power deities.
Though demons can possess powers like gods, they are still merely demons. They are not even nearly as powerful as some of the Kami, which are the most powerful of beings. The Fallen God of the Angels who is the ancient force of Karma, The Prince of Hell, The Creators of the Earth and Sea, The Goddess of Death, The King of The Dead, and The Creators of The Universe and life within it. None of which have been stated in order as to who is more powerful. Oddly enough, some of the highest of deities actually possess horns. It's like that with demons and devils, too.
The Prince of Hell is a dark knight bathed in blood; his girdle fastened tightly, each metallic plate of armor fitted perfectly with every rippling muscle, each piece was strapped to his lean yet gangling form, and additionally he was armed to the teeth. He is quicker than lightning, his movements as mysterious as the night, and more terrible was he than that of the sound of a multitude of war horses and thereby an army in a hot pursuit of battle. If not counting his own talents and gifted abilities, he was revered as a ruthless fighter and knew how to maneuver every weapon imaginable. The dark prince himself was the most daunting figure amongst his "own kind", whom were the very demons whom he claimed to despise.
The demons themselves, if not only feared him, likewise reviled him the same and considered him to be a tyrant and a monster. A ravenous dog, a hell hound, some have called him. In fact, he has many names, but some simply refer to him as "The Beast", "The Dragon", or "Ryuujin" which means "dragon god". It has been said by countless numbers that he is more devil than demon. There is obviously something more to him than what meets the eye, for he is very far from your original case the demon species. And the usual name given unto him, that which he prefers or uses for himself the most, is "Reficul"; the backwards moniker for what the English speaking humans intend to identify him as.
He is not valued by anyone, not even by his own father who blames him for the tragic death of his mate due to complications in childbirth. He has, for better words, lacked love and affection in all of his time.
He is foreboding and daunting in all appearance, demeanor and power. He is the true personification and the epitome of Hell itself, the very powers of that of that terrible place course throughout his entire being.
Though he is truly a full-blooded god, his lineage dates back to him being the second most purest demon in existence since his mother was considered to be the original goddess of death, his father being one of the first of demons to actually exist. This also makes him the Prince of All Demons, though he does not intentionally rule over Makai.
He has no interest in other demons either, unlike his father. They are, after all from where he stands, entirely inferior and could never surmount to him even if they tried. In fact, he holds an uncompromising grudge against all other demons, not once finding any worth or anything favorable in or about what he calls to be the lower life forms. He abhors and loathes the abominations with a passion, believing most of them to be nothing more than refuse. And their inexcusable acts of treachery did not help them any either.
…The gods are sure he has his reasons, at any rate, something had to have driven him beyond the point of insanity. This esteemed gentleman is a complete psychopath, let alone a loose cannon. Most of all, he is certainly hard to give orders to or restrain…
After all, the demon-god's power is most formidable, a dark knight risen from the sacred order of the dragon, renowned for his inconceivable talents, his superb skills in battle and his unfailing ability to win wars.
Over the eons of time, he has taken down countless hordes of demons whilst serving as his own personal one man army, all to which he had done so ruthlessly and cruelly that details of the events remain unspeakable. Of all the techniques he uses, his most favorite method of execution is the impalement of his foes, providing them a slow and torturous demise. In fact, the more slower and more agonizing the dead, the better. He is one to drive nails into your head and insist that you better leave them there.
…Perhaps it was his influence that had inspired the Turks, though one could say he could have been the one who had given Vlad Tepes himself the very power and influence he lusted after, and thus Dracula had been borne… Instead of it having been the Devils who could have been responsible, since because they were the ones behind the fall of all mankind.
Nevertheless…
Prince Narakumaru always left the battlefields painted with the victims' life fluids, hence why he is highly noted to have had shed the most blood on record.
Take heed that he is not for the faint-hearted.
***
The following day in the wee hour in the morning…
Everyone but Kazuma had trouble getting any rest last night. What with all of the questions ringing through their mind and the old man roaming around outside on the property. They had agreed to the having the women to all share the same room, while the boys resided in separate quarters.
Hiei and Ref were the ones who had not slept at all. The Dark Prince kept an ever vigilant eye upon the sleeping detective. But Hiei, however, when he was about to eventually rest upon a lofty branch of the nearby Sakura tree, something odd yet seemingly far-fetched had caught his eye.
Down upon the ground below, the old man was practicing Kong-fu. When he first came out, the human was just whistling away to a peppy foreign tune. Hiei rolled his eyes and merely thought him to be but a fool.
At first, as the teacher warmed up, everything seemed perfectly normal. Most would have just even considered him to not only be very skilled, but amazingly still very agile for an old man.
But Hiei had caught something that stroke his eye in the most peculiar way, causing a sudden flood of bewilderment to flood over him. The fire demon even had to rub his eyes twice, which was very rare coming from him.
The moonlight revealed a different type of story, one that not even he had been prepared for.
Like Genkai, Master Gong also had the ability to summon up energy or power from within himself. The youkai was not amazed by that at all, really. But soon the old man picked up the pace and his movements became real swift and inhuman. He was as fast as Yusuke, or even faster. And he was emulating every movement known to man out there and then some, and furthermore it appeared that the man could leap to excelled heights and distances.
And just when the demon thought it could not get any more far-fetched, right from out of the blue, that is when his third eye kicked into gear…
The human had a long thin tail, prehensile and fury. And the lines and wrinkles that had marked his skin as once been seen before… The old man's skin was now as smooth as river stone, that is what skin was shown. Most of his body was covered in reddish golden hair, or what people usually call fur.
Apparently the old man was more ancient than he appeared to be, which rose even more questions to add upon the already long pre-existing list.
Who was this man and what was he? From what his Jagan eye was telling him, this man was not even nearly close to being that of a demon, and yet, he had the appearance of an ape with the capacity to stand upright upon two legs. He certainly was not from anywhere around here.
Finally, as the morning sun peaked over the horizon, the Martial Arts Teacher disappeared from the scene, right out of the demon's sight.
*
"Shizuru! Wake up!"
The tall coffee colored haired groaned as she felt her world quake abruptly around her, only to then realize that she was the only one being shaken. She opened her eyes to only see a set of brown eyes filled with panic staring right back at her.
"Keiko, it's the crack of dawn." She reprimanded as she calmly removed the other girl's hands from her shoulders. "Dammit. What's gotten you all stirred up?"
The younger girl positioned herself back upon her knees and watched as her friend sat up, only then to look down in shame for having deliberately awakened the other woman. "I'm sorry. It's just that I could not sleep at all last night."
"You and me both, sister." Was Shizuru's reply as she reached for lighter and cigarettes, fumbling around in one of the pockets in her pants.
Keiko was silent for a moment, debating whether or not confess what had been on her mind. After noticing the girl's reluctant behavior, the psychic buzzed for some answers.
"Okay, what's been eatin' ya?"
Keiko sighed and then shifted her eyes to the right, a clear sign of timidity or detachment. Of course, being that the two of them were close friends, Shizuru instinctively knew that her companion must have suffered from another reoccurring dream.
Misses Urameshi was not psychic, but her subconscious did manage to pick up on things.
However, this time, Shizuru was at loss for words as to what to say. She could comfort the smaller woman, but then she would be stepping over the line. That was Yusuke's job, even though he sucked at it. And right then, the older woman was not about to go there… She already had enough on her mind to handle as of right now.
Yusuke just does not know how good he has it, or how lucky he is to have such an amazing lady such as Keiko. And if he did, he sure as hell doesn't act like it.
A jerk for love her ass.
That man, for sure without any ounce of doubt, is a complete immature idiot when it came to regarding his friends and his personal relationship with them.
First his best friend and now his wife. And for what? All the same stupid and pathetic reasons. He's a demon, they're not, and the fear of having to undergo the process of loosing them due to them becoming older. Well, that is one of his dumbass excuses. Another reason was that he just did not take things too seriously and neither does he consider the actions that he takes.
His idea of ignoring Kazuma on the day of her brother's departure had to be one of the dumbest moves he had ever pulled. Real slick, sucker. Unfortunately, they also bought in and sold their souls to do the same exact thing, believing that the oaf just wanted to gain some attention. All of them laughed and called him "a big baby". But what was all in good fun eventually turned down an abysmal road. They all believed that their orange haired sword wielder would be back soon, that he would not last one day without them… But Kazuma did not come back.
They regretted that day ever since, even the short and semi-complicated one, though he would never verbally admit it. It was as if Kuwabara had taken the very sun with him, because it really had not shined since he had left. At least not for them. And Yukina was the one among them who had openly cried.
Yusuke's jokes and shenanigans were now all coming back to bite him right on the ass. And all he wanted to do about it was gripe and blame himself later for it. He needed to grow up, but he would argue with you for making such an accusation. To him, Kuwabara was the one who needed the growing up to do.
She only hoped that Keiko would soon wise up and leave his ass so she could bury him six feet under the dirt. The smaller girl did not deserve this sort of treatment and she deserved better.
Keiko appeared to be brimming with despair these days ever since Yusuke had left about a week and a half prior to now. Quite frankly, she was not taking their separation well. He did not even have enough decency to be formal as to tell her that he was leaving. He didn't even say "good-bye". And all because they had a heated argument about coming here in the first place, which had escalated into something more. Whatever it was, Keiko refused to convey to her friends.
"So, is Kuwabara going to be alright, Shizuru?" Her friend had inquired, finally breaking the silence between them. Again, she was avoiding the subject in question. Her head was tilted downward, refusing to make any sort of eye contact.
The Kuwabara sibling was silent for a moment as she lit a tobacco stick.
"I'm sure he will be…" She responded rather despondently.
Her gaze traveled around the room, then landed upon the two blue haired girls who were very much sound asleep.
She took a few puffs of her cig and then added; "Right now, I feel like berating him for being such an idiot…" She paused. "But I don't know what good that would do me."
The other girl agreed by nodding in silence.
…TBC…
Author's comments:
Dear god, this was a terrible chapter. I am so sorry it turned out so choppy. Damn writer's block.
I believe I had squeezed in a lot of information, but have yet to tell the story. The past is a complicated one. It is. And I will add some things here and there, but only if anyone is interested.
Hopefully the next chapter will be better.
And so that you know, King Enma is the God of the Dead. Unlike how most stories depict him, I believe that Enma is a very powerful and foreboding figure. For crying out loud, people fear him and not just because he can sentence you to places in the afterlife. There's no doubt in my mind that the god has great power… And Koenma would be powerful, too, no doubt. However, right now, Koenma is just a toddler. It will take some time before he finally becomes much stronger. Koenma is still a baby deity and deities take long while to grow up. He's not a grown man in disguise as a child, but a child in disguise of a grown man.
I can't stand stories where they make people stronger than actual deities, especially the more powerful ones.
I did my research, thank you. On demons, gods, and all that fun stuff. King Enma can actually destroy you right on the spot, soul and all. How about that? Something to really consider.
Koenma is a god, literally. I hate it when people also make such a mockery of him because of his power. He just needs some growing to do and you'll see… Yusuke would not be a match for him.
And just so you know, my favorite characters are: Kuwabara, Hiei, Yomi, Koenma, Sensui, and Shizuru. Those are the ones that I can name at the top of my head as to who I most admire from the original story.
Oh, and if you haven't figured it out... The enemy in this is Karma. The one who controls the forces of Yin and Yang. In some religions or faiths, he's known as "The One Who Controls All" and "The One Who Sees All". The terms "angels" and "devils" are just...names, something to define who and what they are. It also pretty much gives names to their dual nature. Yang is good, which makes one be an angel. Yin is bad, which makes one be considered a devil. And being that these beings are forces of karma, or servants of karma.. It would explain as to why they feel the way they do towards everyone, as to why they want to punish and replenish the earth.
In the next chapter...
You will finally see Kuwabara's response and reaction when he realizes that his old friends are now there.
And things are finally going to be set in motion...and more will be known about what this war is about.