WARNINGS: New characters, OOC-ness.
The Stars Revived
~ Chapter Two: The Eternities Games ~
By: Skylar Inari
He's going the wrong way.
Oh, stop fretting.
No. What if he gets eaten? Or captured? Or something awful like that?
::shrug:: He's resourceful, he'll survive.
How do you know that?
I...I... ::hesitation::
Ah-ha! I thought so! You're lying! ::sniff:: You're so mean.
Look...awww, geez, don't cry. I was only trying to make you feel better.
By lying to me?
It was the only way I could think of on short notice.
Okay...promise not to do that again?
::sigh:: Fine.
So what are we going to do about him?
Why would we have to do anything?
He's going the wrong way! We have to turn him around.
No. That's abandoning protocol completely. We can't show ourselves to him.
::sniffles::
Will you stop crying?! You know what that does to me!
::sniffles::
::sigh:: Fine. I'll help, but do we have to show ourselves to him? The very idea makes my aura crawl.
He wouldn't hurt us you know.
That's not the point. We have to remain unseen.
Oh. Well, do you think the games would work on him?
I suppose they might...but don't you think they're a little harsh for such an inexperienced youth?
But they'd be fun...and they'd toughen him up.
::dryly:: They could also kill him.
But that's only a possibility, not fact.
True, but -
That settles it then! We'll play the game. Who'll start?
::sigh:: I'll start.
Kay!
***
Kazuto Kuwabara swore softly under his breath as an errant branch snagged in his long shimmering hair...again. Sighing he paused to untangle the captured lock.
He was completely lost.
Ten steps into the lush forest he had come to the conclusion entering the woods had been a very...unwise decision.
His senses had shrieked in warning, and indeed they had been right to do so. He could feel a vague threatening presence overlaid every inch of the forest that he'd so far come across.
Whatever had caused such a disturbance had been powerful, very powerful.
And it was coming closer.
A slow creeping youki was seeping into the surrounding area, the power of it nearly choking Kazuto.
Silence. The youki seemed to be moving further away, Kazuto breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to get into a fight within an hour of his ending up in the Makai.
::Crash::
Kazuto's head jerked up as his body spun to face the sound. The little bastard had gone up into the trees and snuck around the lithe part demon.
Damnit.
He didn't want to fight right now. He didn't even want to be in this world right now. He wanted to be back at his little apartment in New Orleans helping out with the underground network comprised of the remaining humans.
He wanted to be where he was useful.
Where he was certain that he could survive.
With that in mind Kazuto did the only thing he could think of.
He ran.
His long shimmering blue hair flying out behind him as Kazuto fought to get away from the demon with the least amount of hassle.
The demon's youki slowly faded in the background as he gradually put more and more distance between him and the monster.
Coming to a halt the slender man regained his breath and regarded the tangled strands of his long hair with a wry expression.
"This isn't going to work." He told his hair sternly and with a bit off sigh put his hair up in a ponytail upon his head.
Then gathering himself he set out at an easy pace. Keeping his senses alert to any sign of danger to him.
***
Yay! We did it! He's going the right way!
We didn't do anything.
That demon did before we had a chance to play any of our games.
So? We'll steal the credit!
Um...nobody knows we even exist...
Are you trying to ruin my fun?
Not really, just pointing out a few pertinent facts.
Well, stop it. It's cramping my style.
Your what?
My style.
::snicker::
I told you to shut up.
You don't control me.
Well, I should.
I happen to disagree.
Pfft. You would.
And your point is?
Oh, let it drop.
No. ::mutter::
::CLANG::
What was that?
Hm? What?
I heard a sound!
Oh. That.
Yes, that. What was it?
Oh, nothing special.
Tell me, damnit.
I don't want to.
If you don't tell me I'll sic Fluffy on Kazuto.
::gasp:: You wouldn't!
::glare:: Try me.
::sulk:: Fine. But don't laugh.
...
Well, what do you think?
::coughs:: It's a lovely cookie cutter but shouldn't you be paying more attention to Kazuto?
I was going to make him cookies.
...Why?
Because I wanted to.
You can't give them to him you know.
I know! I was going to eat them myself and say that Kazuto had said I could have them.
...
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Then what's the point of saying that the cookies are for Kazuto.
It makes me feel good.
Su~re.
***
Kazuto Kuwabara stretched tiredly as he set up a primitive sort of camp for him to spend the night in.
He was sleepy.
The unaccustomed strain of keeping his senses on alert all day was wearing at him and his movements were slow and sluggish.
Deciding that the camp was complete enough he started a fire. Making certain that it was far enough away from any errant plants that might end up getting burned.
Yes, starting a forest fire would be bad. Really bad.
After eating a distinctly inferior bowl of soup - it had been a long time since he had last been forced to live on his own cooking - he doused the fire thoroughly, making certain that not a single spark was alive to light the surrounding area while he slept.
Curling up on the soft ground Kazuto was soon asleep.
***
Pale golden eyes glittered in the darkness as the renowned Youko Kurama surveyed the tiny camp and it's sleeping occupant.
The other members of his band were hidden in the trees behind him.
His eyes narrowed, as his mouth curved into a slight smirk. He gestured to his people.
"Get him. Bring him to the hideout. Hurt him only if he struggles." The band of thieves made famous by their leader disappeared to do his bidding.
Youko Kurama faded back into the night. He had found what he wanted.
~Owari~
Yay! Youko Kurama.
The Stars Revived
~ Chapter Two: The Eternities Games ~
By: Skylar Inari
He's going the wrong way.
Oh, stop fretting.
No. What if he gets eaten? Or captured? Or something awful like that?
::shrug:: He's resourceful, he'll survive.
How do you know that?
I...I... ::hesitation::
Ah-ha! I thought so! You're lying! ::sniff:: You're so mean.
Look...awww, geez, don't cry. I was only trying to make you feel better.
By lying to me?
It was the only way I could think of on short notice.
Okay...promise not to do that again?
::sigh:: Fine.
So what are we going to do about him?
Why would we have to do anything?
He's going the wrong way! We have to turn him around.
No. That's abandoning protocol completely. We can't show ourselves to him.
::sniffles::
Will you stop crying?! You know what that does to me!
::sniffles::
::sigh:: Fine. I'll help, but do we have to show ourselves to him? The very idea makes my aura crawl.
He wouldn't hurt us you know.
That's not the point. We have to remain unseen.
Oh. Well, do you think the games would work on him?
I suppose they might...but don't you think they're a little harsh for such an inexperienced youth?
But they'd be fun...and they'd toughen him up.
::dryly:: They could also kill him.
But that's only a possibility, not fact.
True, but -
That settles it then! We'll play the game. Who'll start?
::sigh:: I'll start.
Kay!
***
Kazuto Kuwabara swore softly under his breath as an errant branch snagged in his long shimmering hair...again. Sighing he paused to untangle the captured lock.
He was completely lost.
Ten steps into the lush forest he had come to the conclusion entering the woods had been a very...unwise decision.
His senses had shrieked in warning, and indeed they had been right to do so. He could feel a vague threatening presence overlaid every inch of the forest that he'd so far come across.
Whatever had caused such a disturbance had been powerful, very powerful.
And it was coming closer.
A slow creeping youki was seeping into the surrounding area, the power of it nearly choking Kazuto.
Silence. The youki seemed to be moving further away, Kazuto breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to get into a fight within an hour of his ending up in the Makai.
::Crash::
Kazuto's head jerked up as his body spun to face the sound. The little bastard had gone up into the trees and snuck around the lithe part demon.
Damnit.
He didn't want to fight right now. He didn't even want to be in this world right now. He wanted to be back at his little apartment in New Orleans helping out with the underground network comprised of the remaining humans.
He wanted to be where he was useful.
Where he was certain that he could survive.
With that in mind Kazuto did the only thing he could think of.
He ran.
His long shimmering blue hair flying out behind him as Kazuto fought to get away from the demon with the least amount of hassle.
The demon's youki slowly faded in the background as he gradually put more and more distance between him and the monster.
Coming to a halt the slender man regained his breath and regarded the tangled strands of his long hair with a wry expression.
"This isn't going to work." He told his hair sternly and with a bit off sigh put his hair up in a ponytail upon his head.
Then gathering himself he set out at an easy pace. Keeping his senses alert to any sign of danger to him.
***
Yay! We did it! He's going the right way!
We didn't do anything.
That demon did before we had a chance to play any of our games.
So? We'll steal the credit!
Um...nobody knows we even exist...
Are you trying to ruin my fun?
Not really, just pointing out a few pertinent facts.
Well, stop it. It's cramping my style.
Your what?
My style.
::snicker::
I told you to shut up.
You don't control me.
Well, I should.
I happen to disagree.
Pfft. You would.
And your point is?
Oh, let it drop.
No. ::mutter::
::CLANG::
What was that?
Hm? What?
I heard a sound!
Oh. That.
Yes, that. What was it?
Oh, nothing special.
Tell me, damnit.
I don't want to.
If you don't tell me I'll sic Fluffy on Kazuto.
::gasp:: You wouldn't!
::glare:: Try me.
::sulk:: Fine. But don't laugh.
...
Well, what do you think?
::coughs:: It's a lovely cookie cutter but shouldn't you be paying more attention to Kazuto?
I was going to make him cookies.
...Why?
Because I wanted to.
You can't give them to him you know.
I know! I was going to eat them myself and say that Kazuto had said I could have them.
...
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Then what's the point of saying that the cookies are for Kazuto.
It makes me feel good.
Su~re.
***
Kazuto Kuwabara stretched tiredly as he set up a primitive sort of camp for him to spend the night in.
He was sleepy.
The unaccustomed strain of keeping his senses on alert all day was wearing at him and his movements were slow and sluggish.
Deciding that the camp was complete enough he started a fire. Making certain that it was far enough away from any errant plants that might end up getting burned.
Yes, starting a forest fire would be bad. Really bad.
After eating a distinctly inferior bowl of soup - it had been a long time since he had last been forced to live on his own cooking - he doused the fire thoroughly, making certain that not a single spark was alive to light the surrounding area while he slept.
Curling up on the soft ground Kazuto was soon asleep.
***
Pale golden eyes glittered in the darkness as the renowned Youko Kurama surveyed the tiny camp and it's sleeping occupant.
The other members of his band were hidden in the trees behind him.
His eyes narrowed, as his mouth curved into a slight smirk. He gestured to his people.
"Get him. Bring him to the hideout. Hurt him only if he struggles." The band of thieves made famous by their leader disappeared to do his bidding.
Youko Kurama faded back into the night. He had found what he wanted.
~Owari~
Yay! Youko Kurama.