Petals Fallen, Blood On Roses
By HieiNimbus3007 (AKA NimbusXtreme3007)
Disclaimer-I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or the characters or anything to do with the show. I
*would* like to say, though, that I owe quite a bit in this chapter to the many Japanese-English
English-Japanese dictionaries on the web. :-)
WARNING-This story contains yaoi material. Hiei and Kurama are lovers. There is not much
*mention* and there is no description of physical contact (hence the rating) but it is still there. If
this bothers you, DO NOT READ THIS FIC. I do not expect any flames for making either Hiei
or Kurama homosexual. Why? Because if you flame me for this, people will wonder if your
eyesight is failing because it clearly says WARNING in all capital letters. So, again, WARNING
and thank you for your patience while I ranted.
Petals Fallen, Blood on Roses
Chapter IV - "Rise, Hogasha!"
The air was saturated with green light and it pulsed from the thick ferns on the ground
and from the large bunches of foliage hanging from the trees. Kurama picked his way, barefoot,
through the underbrush and even deeper into the forest. Every traveler who came to this forest
knew the magic there at once, even if they couldn't recognize it, for this was the Youdai. The
Fairyland. The fairies had been gone from this haven for millennia, but magic did not necessarily
need a manifestation to live on forever. Kurama was also partly to blame for that. The magic here
might not have been quite so powerful if Kurama hadn't discovered this place and made it his
home.
The plants here were eternal, because that is how Kurama willed them to be. Roses grew
from between thick, gnarled roots and large vines wound their way around each trunk. Roses
with coronas as large as the palm of your hand, and some even larger. These were Kurama's
children. Many animals lived here, but none disturbed its peace. As Kurama walked, a squirrel
watched him curiously from above.
He was like this all day, walking in circles and smelling the sweet perfumed air of this
place that had once been his domain, and still was in more ways than one. The sun began to get
low, and soon the nocturnal animals began to stir in their nests and burrows and dens. When the
sun was completely and utterly gone, Kurama made his way from his position near the outer rim
of the kingdom towards the center. The exact center, to be precise. He reached it soon enough.
He could have done it with his eyes shut, the many times he had been to this place. Standing tall
in the middle of the Youdai was a tree. It was, by far, the tallest tree in the whole forest. It's
branches spread out like arms over its smaller companions like it was protecting them. It spread
out its branched like it was their guardian. Kurama slipped closer, and placed his hand upon the
rough, crumbling bark. He felt heat radiating from within, and as he drew his hand away, he saw
where it had left a print made of white light. He walked around the tree, and around again. It was
awhile before he found what he was searching for. A dark handprint scorched into the trunk of
the tree was located just above his head. He took a deep breath and placed his hand into it.
He shut his eyes. The breeze quickened and licked at his clothing and hair. He slid his
hand deeper within the tree. "Rise, Hogosha." He whispered. Nothing happened. "Rise,
Hogosha." He whispered again. Still, all was quiet. "RISE, HOGOSHA! RISE AND DO MY
BIDDING!" Brilliant, blinding light poured between his fingers from inside the tree. The hole
widened, and widened. Kurama raised his arms to shield his eyes from the light and was drawn
within the tree.
A shout and a bright flash of light caught his attention and drew his gaze. This was
interesting. He had followed this demon-trash all day and had been bored out of his mind
watching him sniff at his little flowers and dance through the trees. Now, this demon seemed to
have done something wrong, and the tree had sucked him up! The light dimmed, and he drew
nearer to have a look around. He saw the hand-print, which still glowed white, and stuck his own
hand into it. He pulled back with a yelp. The skin on his palm was scorched and he could hear his
flesh sizzle. He shuffled away from the offensive tree and took a seat upon a nearby boulder.
'Well,' he thought. 'He obviously ment to go wherever he went. Now all I have to do is wait for
him to come back.' And with that he brushed a few strands of silver hair out of his eyes, and
waited.
"What was that?" He asked himself. Somewhere, far, far off in the distance, there had
been a huge flash of light. 'Hmm..' he thought. 'Probably nothing,' and he continued to look for
Kurama where he was.
Botan sat on the hill all day. The hill she had found Hiei on. She could sense that this hill
was special to him in some way, so for whatever the reason, it was special to her as well. It
wasn't until after to sun started to go down and she stood to leave that she saw that grave. She
wasn't sure what it was. It could have been some kid's pet hamster, for all she knew. But that
didn't matter. What was buried within the grave didn't matter. Her attention was held by the dirt
that *covered* the grave. It was moving.
Inside the tree, the darkness was enough to kill Kurama after so much light, and it took
his eyes a few more moments than natural to adjust. He saw before him a door in the floor with a
large gold handle. This he grabbed and pulled up towards himself. When the door was fully open,
he lowered himself cautiously and landed, catlike, on the floor several feet below. It was even
darker here. To his right was a stone staircase that led into the murky depths, and to his right
there was a torch set in a bracket on the earthen wall. The torch was not lit, and he had no
matches on his person, so he left it where it was and started down the stairs.
Dirt from the walls crumbled over his fingers as he made his way down. It wasn't a long
journey and soon he saw a green glow flooding over the treads below him. He followed it and
soon found himself in a cavernous room. In the center of the room was something resembling a
stone well. Above the well, there was a swirling mass of green iridescence. Kurama smiled.
"Hogosha." He whispered. The green swirled even faster, and began to take form. Kurama
walked towards the well and stood staring. The light had transformed itself into a girl. She was a
very pretty girl with long green hair and robes of the deepest red you might ever see. Her eyes
were also red. She yawned, stretching her long arms above her head. Her mouth opened to reveal
two rows of fanged teeth that might have been intimidating if she hadn't been a creature of
Kurama's creation. She floated above the well and glared flirtatiously at Kurama below her.
"Why did you wake me up? I was dreaming!"
"What were you dreaming about?" All of a sudden, she was at his side and he jumped.
"You. And I've been having the same dream every night since you locked me in here."
She kissed him quickly on the cheek and smiled. "But I'm glad you're back."
"I'm not back for long. This isn't just a visit, tonight. I've come here to have you
complete the task I made you to do." Hogosha's eyes brightened.
"So, you've found her! You've found the girl you want to spend the rest of your life
with?"
"Err...Something like that."
"I see."
There was silence. Kurama remembered the day he had decided to create Hogosha. Even
creatures like demons felt love and longing and no creature, demon or mortal or god, had ever
felt them as powerful as he had. But there had been a time, so many years ago, that he had felt he
would never find the right one and truly fall in love. He had created Hogosha from a piece of his
own soul. The part of his soul that would tell him, truthfully, if he was really in love and if that
person loved him back. He concentrated most of this energy into two long-stemmed red roses.
One that he would give one day to the person he loved. The other he would keep safely guarded
in the only really safe place he knew. With the remaining energy he had created Hogosha, the
Guardian, to take care of this rose and keep it out of harms way.
"Are you ready, then?" Hogosha's bright eyes shone with happiness.
"You know what will happen, don't you?"
"Of coarse! It is all I know. You will touch your rose for the first time since its creation. If
you really don't love them, nothing will happen. But if you do love them, the rose that is being
held by your lover will react. It will multiply and spread all around that person. When that person
touches the petals of one of these new roses, one of two things will happen. If your love is not
returned, then the petals will turn to glass and shatter. But if the love between the both of you is
pure and undying, then the roses will burst into flame and burn for all eternity. You will regain
the bit of your soul I have been borrowing, and I will be gone forever." She smiled at him with
her sharp teeth.
"Are you okay?"
"Of coarse, Kurama. we are all born to die, after all. At least I have served a purpose all
these years. I slept most of the time, and I was never disturbed by anyone but a rabbit or two, but
it was nice."
"Okay."
"Okay! Are you ready to do this?" He returned her smile.
"Let's get it over with."
They walked together to the well, and Hogosha stuck her head over the side and yelled,
"SHOUBI!" A beautiful rose floated upon a cloud of green mist from the well and hovered just
above her fingertips. "Here. Take it."
"Goodbye, Hogosha."
"I love you, Kurama. Goodbye." Kurama took a deep breath and firmly grasped the stem
of the rose.
The ground began to shake violently, and Botan was thrown to her feet, but she didn't
take her eyes off the grave. She couldn't, because whatever was inside was coming *out*. She
stared wide-eyed (a/n: O_O) as a thick green vine poked its way out of the dirt. It came quicker
now, slithering like a large snake out or its hole. It began to wrap and twist around itself, and she
had to scoot back on her bottom quickly to avoid being encased in it. Huge buds began to form,
and as soon as they did, beautiful roses blossomed. There was now a large mass of tangled vine
bearing china-plate sized flowers laying (quite still) at her feet. She stood and approached it
cautiously. The smell was heavenly. She bent down and with one long-nailed finger, caressed a
velvet-smooth petal.
The light in the room turned blue and cold and swirled around them. Kurama gasped. The
rose in his hand turned ice cold.
The rose she had touched began to change, and all of a sudden all of the roses on the vine
had turned a chilly blue. A moment later they shattered with an ear-splitting crash and lay on the
ground in a thousand uncountable pieces.
The blue light retreated and the rose grew dull. Kurama stared at it, willing it to move or
glow or burn or something, but nothing happened. He saw that on his right, Hogosha still stood.
"I'm sorry, Kurama." Kurama dropped the rose on the floor and it thudded and rolled a
little in the dirt like any other ordinary rose. "I really am-" Kurama turned and fled, running
blindly from the room and up the dark stairs he stopped when he reached the top and he slammed
against the tree where he had entered. He beat upon the solid wall and raked his fingernails upon
it and tried to speak through the tears that choked his throat.
"HOGO..HOGOSHA! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT...*PLEASE!*" The wall opened in
front of him and he fell though and hit the mossy earth outside. He lay there and sobbed into his
arm. He thought he hear footsteps and then he thought he heard a voice.
"What did you expect? Did you really think that demon-trash traitor would love you? The
only things he loves are himself and the spilling of his brother's blood. Go ahead and cry,
weakling. But you didn't love him, either. Not really. He was only an amusement. He deserves to
die, doesn't he?" Kurama felt himself nod his head as the hypnotic voice that seemed to come
from everywhere at once continued to speak. " I think you should kill him. He's used you long
enough. The only reason he isn't dead right now is because of you, and you can undo that, can't
you?" Kurama nodded again. "Good. I'll leave you now. But I promise, in the morning, you will
feel much better, and maybe even a little bloodthirsty, who knows?" And then the voice was
silent. Kurama heard no more sounds, and was convinced that he had been talking to himself all
along.
The end of Chapter IV!
Next chapter is Chapter V, as of yet un-named
In which Hiei *still* doesn't find Kurama, but Kurama finds Hiei. And where do you think this
happens to occur? Where everything else occurs. On the hill! I should probably rename this story
"Yu Yu Hakusho People on a Hill" In which Hiei and Kurama make-out there, Botan breaks
something *very important* there, and a very important, um, "fight to the finish" takes place
there. I mean it's only a hill. Why am I going so berserk? Why am I talking to myself? AAAA!
Okay. I'm over that. I'm just a little high-strung lately since they started airing YYH on Toonami
and in the next episode Hiei and Kurama make their first appearances! Yay! Can't wait 4 episode
6.
Okay. This chapter is kaput! Bye bye! ^_^
By HieiNimbus3007 (AKA NimbusXtreme3007)
Disclaimer-I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or the characters or anything to do with the show. I
*would* like to say, though, that I owe quite a bit in this chapter to the many Japanese-English
English-Japanese dictionaries on the web. :-)
WARNING-This story contains yaoi material. Hiei and Kurama are lovers. There is not much
*mention* and there is no description of physical contact (hence the rating) but it is still there. If
this bothers you, DO NOT READ THIS FIC. I do not expect any flames for making either Hiei
or Kurama homosexual. Why? Because if you flame me for this, people will wonder if your
eyesight is failing because it clearly says WARNING in all capital letters. So, again, WARNING
and thank you for your patience while I ranted.
Petals Fallen, Blood on Roses
Chapter IV - "Rise, Hogasha!"
The air was saturated with green light and it pulsed from the thick ferns on the ground
and from the large bunches of foliage hanging from the trees. Kurama picked his way, barefoot,
through the underbrush and even deeper into the forest. Every traveler who came to this forest
knew the magic there at once, even if they couldn't recognize it, for this was the Youdai. The
Fairyland. The fairies had been gone from this haven for millennia, but magic did not necessarily
need a manifestation to live on forever. Kurama was also partly to blame for that. The magic here
might not have been quite so powerful if Kurama hadn't discovered this place and made it his
home.
The plants here were eternal, because that is how Kurama willed them to be. Roses grew
from between thick, gnarled roots and large vines wound their way around each trunk. Roses
with coronas as large as the palm of your hand, and some even larger. These were Kurama's
children. Many animals lived here, but none disturbed its peace. As Kurama walked, a squirrel
watched him curiously from above.
He was like this all day, walking in circles and smelling the sweet perfumed air of this
place that had once been his domain, and still was in more ways than one. The sun began to get
low, and soon the nocturnal animals began to stir in their nests and burrows and dens. When the
sun was completely and utterly gone, Kurama made his way from his position near the outer rim
of the kingdom towards the center. The exact center, to be precise. He reached it soon enough.
He could have done it with his eyes shut, the many times he had been to this place. Standing tall
in the middle of the Youdai was a tree. It was, by far, the tallest tree in the whole forest. It's
branches spread out like arms over its smaller companions like it was protecting them. It spread
out its branched like it was their guardian. Kurama slipped closer, and placed his hand upon the
rough, crumbling bark. He felt heat radiating from within, and as he drew his hand away, he saw
where it had left a print made of white light. He walked around the tree, and around again. It was
awhile before he found what he was searching for. A dark handprint scorched into the trunk of
the tree was located just above his head. He took a deep breath and placed his hand into it.
He shut his eyes. The breeze quickened and licked at his clothing and hair. He slid his
hand deeper within the tree. "Rise, Hogosha." He whispered. Nothing happened. "Rise,
Hogosha." He whispered again. Still, all was quiet. "RISE, HOGOSHA! RISE AND DO MY
BIDDING!" Brilliant, blinding light poured between his fingers from inside the tree. The hole
widened, and widened. Kurama raised his arms to shield his eyes from the light and was drawn
within the tree.
A shout and a bright flash of light caught his attention and drew his gaze. This was
interesting. He had followed this demon-trash all day and had been bored out of his mind
watching him sniff at his little flowers and dance through the trees. Now, this demon seemed to
have done something wrong, and the tree had sucked him up! The light dimmed, and he drew
nearer to have a look around. He saw the hand-print, which still glowed white, and stuck his own
hand into it. He pulled back with a yelp. The skin on his palm was scorched and he could hear his
flesh sizzle. He shuffled away from the offensive tree and took a seat upon a nearby boulder.
'Well,' he thought. 'He obviously ment to go wherever he went. Now all I have to do is wait for
him to come back.' And with that he brushed a few strands of silver hair out of his eyes, and
waited.
"What was that?" He asked himself. Somewhere, far, far off in the distance, there had
been a huge flash of light. 'Hmm..' he thought. 'Probably nothing,' and he continued to look for
Kurama where he was.
Botan sat on the hill all day. The hill she had found Hiei on. She could sense that this hill
was special to him in some way, so for whatever the reason, it was special to her as well. It
wasn't until after to sun started to go down and she stood to leave that she saw that grave. She
wasn't sure what it was. It could have been some kid's pet hamster, for all she knew. But that
didn't matter. What was buried within the grave didn't matter. Her attention was held by the dirt
that *covered* the grave. It was moving.
Inside the tree, the darkness was enough to kill Kurama after so much light, and it took
his eyes a few more moments than natural to adjust. He saw before him a door in the floor with a
large gold handle. This he grabbed and pulled up towards himself. When the door was fully open,
he lowered himself cautiously and landed, catlike, on the floor several feet below. It was even
darker here. To his right was a stone staircase that led into the murky depths, and to his right
there was a torch set in a bracket on the earthen wall. The torch was not lit, and he had no
matches on his person, so he left it where it was and started down the stairs.
Dirt from the walls crumbled over his fingers as he made his way down. It wasn't a long
journey and soon he saw a green glow flooding over the treads below him. He followed it and
soon found himself in a cavernous room. In the center of the room was something resembling a
stone well. Above the well, there was a swirling mass of green iridescence. Kurama smiled.
"Hogosha." He whispered. The green swirled even faster, and began to take form. Kurama
walked towards the well and stood staring. The light had transformed itself into a girl. She was a
very pretty girl with long green hair and robes of the deepest red you might ever see. Her eyes
were also red. She yawned, stretching her long arms above her head. Her mouth opened to reveal
two rows of fanged teeth that might have been intimidating if she hadn't been a creature of
Kurama's creation. She floated above the well and glared flirtatiously at Kurama below her.
"Why did you wake me up? I was dreaming!"
"What were you dreaming about?" All of a sudden, she was at his side and he jumped.
"You. And I've been having the same dream every night since you locked me in here."
She kissed him quickly on the cheek and smiled. "But I'm glad you're back."
"I'm not back for long. This isn't just a visit, tonight. I've come here to have you
complete the task I made you to do." Hogosha's eyes brightened.
"So, you've found her! You've found the girl you want to spend the rest of your life
with?"
"Err...Something like that."
"I see."
There was silence. Kurama remembered the day he had decided to create Hogosha. Even
creatures like demons felt love and longing and no creature, demon or mortal or god, had ever
felt them as powerful as he had. But there had been a time, so many years ago, that he had felt he
would never find the right one and truly fall in love. He had created Hogosha from a piece of his
own soul. The part of his soul that would tell him, truthfully, if he was really in love and if that
person loved him back. He concentrated most of this energy into two long-stemmed red roses.
One that he would give one day to the person he loved. The other he would keep safely guarded
in the only really safe place he knew. With the remaining energy he had created Hogosha, the
Guardian, to take care of this rose and keep it out of harms way.
"Are you ready, then?" Hogosha's bright eyes shone with happiness.
"You know what will happen, don't you?"
"Of coarse! It is all I know. You will touch your rose for the first time since its creation. If
you really don't love them, nothing will happen. But if you do love them, the rose that is being
held by your lover will react. It will multiply and spread all around that person. When that person
touches the petals of one of these new roses, one of two things will happen. If your love is not
returned, then the petals will turn to glass and shatter. But if the love between the both of you is
pure and undying, then the roses will burst into flame and burn for all eternity. You will regain
the bit of your soul I have been borrowing, and I will be gone forever." She smiled at him with
her sharp teeth.
"Are you okay?"
"Of coarse, Kurama. we are all born to die, after all. At least I have served a purpose all
these years. I slept most of the time, and I was never disturbed by anyone but a rabbit or two, but
it was nice."
"Okay."
"Okay! Are you ready to do this?" He returned her smile.
"Let's get it over with."
They walked together to the well, and Hogosha stuck her head over the side and yelled,
"SHOUBI!" A beautiful rose floated upon a cloud of green mist from the well and hovered just
above her fingertips. "Here. Take it."
"Goodbye, Hogosha."
"I love you, Kurama. Goodbye." Kurama took a deep breath and firmly grasped the stem
of the rose.
The ground began to shake violently, and Botan was thrown to her feet, but she didn't
take her eyes off the grave. She couldn't, because whatever was inside was coming *out*. She
stared wide-eyed (a/n: O_O) as a thick green vine poked its way out of the dirt. It came quicker
now, slithering like a large snake out or its hole. It began to wrap and twist around itself, and she
had to scoot back on her bottom quickly to avoid being encased in it. Huge buds began to form,
and as soon as they did, beautiful roses blossomed. There was now a large mass of tangled vine
bearing china-plate sized flowers laying (quite still) at her feet. She stood and approached it
cautiously. The smell was heavenly. She bent down and with one long-nailed finger, caressed a
velvet-smooth petal.
The light in the room turned blue and cold and swirled around them. Kurama gasped. The
rose in his hand turned ice cold.
The rose she had touched began to change, and all of a sudden all of the roses on the vine
had turned a chilly blue. A moment later they shattered with an ear-splitting crash and lay on the
ground in a thousand uncountable pieces.
The blue light retreated and the rose grew dull. Kurama stared at it, willing it to move or
glow or burn or something, but nothing happened. He saw that on his right, Hogosha still stood.
"I'm sorry, Kurama." Kurama dropped the rose on the floor and it thudded and rolled a
little in the dirt like any other ordinary rose. "I really am-" Kurama turned and fled, running
blindly from the room and up the dark stairs he stopped when he reached the top and he slammed
against the tree where he had entered. He beat upon the solid wall and raked his fingernails upon
it and tried to speak through the tears that choked his throat.
"HOGO..HOGOSHA! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT...*PLEASE!*" The wall opened in
front of him and he fell though and hit the mossy earth outside. He lay there and sobbed into his
arm. He thought he hear footsteps and then he thought he heard a voice.
"What did you expect? Did you really think that demon-trash traitor would love you? The
only things he loves are himself and the spilling of his brother's blood. Go ahead and cry,
weakling. But you didn't love him, either. Not really. He was only an amusement. He deserves to
die, doesn't he?" Kurama felt himself nod his head as the hypnotic voice that seemed to come
from everywhere at once continued to speak. " I think you should kill him. He's used you long
enough. The only reason he isn't dead right now is because of you, and you can undo that, can't
you?" Kurama nodded again. "Good. I'll leave you now. But I promise, in the morning, you will
feel much better, and maybe even a little bloodthirsty, who knows?" And then the voice was
silent. Kurama heard no more sounds, and was convinced that he had been talking to himself all
along.
The end of Chapter IV!
Next chapter is Chapter V, as of yet un-named
In which Hiei *still* doesn't find Kurama, but Kurama finds Hiei. And where do you think this
happens to occur? Where everything else occurs. On the hill! I should probably rename this story
"Yu Yu Hakusho People on a Hill" In which Hiei and Kurama make-out there, Botan breaks
something *very important* there, and a very important, um, "fight to the finish" takes place
there. I mean it's only a hill. Why am I going so berserk? Why am I talking to myself? AAAA!
Okay. I'm over that. I'm just a little high-strung lately since they started airing YYH on Toonami
and in the next episode Hiei and Kurama make their first appearances! Yay! Can't wait 4 episode
6.
Okay. This chapter is kaput! Bye bye! ^_^
