Yu Yu Hakusho characters do not belong to me only the story itself and character "Fuyuko" belong to me.
The sky was painted with deep purple, soft orange, and a vibrant yellow. All mixed into one another. The air was gentle, only strong enough to move the small strands of hair on the left and right side of his face. His emerald eyes were fixated on the ground watching leaves fly by across his feet. He had been walking for hours; memories playing in his mind like a movie. He had nowhere to go, and yet he did not want to go anywhere. He wanted to be alone in his own world.
A half-hour had passed by the time he reached a nearby stream. He moved his tongue across the roof of his mouth. It had seemed to be stuck to his gums from the lack of saliva. He cupped his hands and reach scooped a handful of water and sipped it. A soft hum came from across the silent stream. The melody was sweet and soothing like a lullaby. It reminded him of his mother, how she use to sing him to sleep. He took another sip of the water and went over to whom was humming. It was a young girl. Close to his human age. Her hair was long and white, but borrowed the colors of the sunset. Her face was beautiful from what he could see. She was wearing a gray shirt that exposed her shoulders and nearly fell off her. The dress she wore was black and had been sown many times. On her forearm was a small basket of flowers. With her free hand she picked the flower that stood out the most and placed it within her basket with gentle pull and place.
He approached her. "Hello there." He said softly. Her heart skipped two beats. His soft hello was like a very fast and loud hi. She turned around holding her heart. "He..hello there." She replied. Her beauty struck him directly in his heart. He nearly stuttered in introducing himself. "Mmmy name is Kurama. I apologize if I startled you." Her eyes were so beautiful. It was as if they told everything about her. "My name is Fuyuko. It is quite alright, I am just not use to having visitors, that is all." She replied looking at his rose red hair, then to lips.
"Those are very beautiful flowers." He said looking at the basket hanging from the center of her forearm. She glanced at the flowers. "Yes…I need these flowers to…help me with something." She said looking away. "May I ask what?" Kurama asked. "I'm sorry…but I cannot tell you." She answered.
The sun took its last breath and fell within the earth's crust and the moon took the sun's place and gave off the best light it could. Each star made itself appear across the sky like polka dots on a dress, giving the plain dark sky its uniqueness. "It is nightfall, you should head home Kurama" She said glancing over at him and the sky at the same time. "I have not a home to go to." He said. "There is an extra room in my cabin if you want somewhere to stay." She said with somewhat excitement in her voice. "I do not want to be of any burden to you." Kurama replied to her. "No burden at all. I would love to have some company once in a while even if it is for one night."
With saying that, she led him through the forest up to her cabin. Flowers had been planted on either side of the wooden staircase leading up to her front door. The wood was warped and creaked when one would step upon the edges of it. She opened her door and held it open until Kurama stepped inside. She then pulled the huge piece of wood over the door as an outdated lock.
"Would you like something to eat Kurama?" Fuyuko asked. Kurama answered her, "No, I am fine thank you." Kurama looked around the room admiring the plant concoctions. His followed across the room and stopped on a white rose. Its beautiful petals blossoming from around each other, the pearl like color coexisting with its green stem. This flower had been placed within a jar filled with an odd looking type of liquid. Fuyuko smiled at Kurama for staring at the white rose for so long.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked softly interrupting his train of thought. "Nothing, just…well I really love roses…and I have never seen such a beautiful rose before." His reply had pauses in it as his mind kept the images of the rose. "Oh I see." She said quickly. "Well there is a sofa here and food in my kitchen if you need anything. I am going bed...g..goodnight." She said softly closing her door.
Kurama sat on the couch and glanced out of the medium size window at the pitch-black forest. He removed his rose from his hair located behind his neck. His eyes ran up the rose's stem then to its ruby red petals. How similar the color was to the blood he has spilled over the years. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He then gently placed the rose next to the white one in the jar and went over to the couch. He removed his shoes and then his jacket using it as a blanket to keep him warm. The pillows were homemade. Hand stitched with a scent of flowers on them. He nuzzled his face into the pillow enjoying its comfort. He had just closed his eyes when a small cough could be heard in Fuyuko's room. He slowly raised his head questioning himself rather or not what he heard was true. He went to his feet and knocked on her door with a light knock. The sound echoed through his ears, as there was no reply what so ever. The cough was stronger now, more like a choke. He heard a loud thud. He rammed into the door several times before it gave way and flung open. She was holding her throat squirming on the floor.
Her hair was tied in one big patterned bond. She was in her underwear and a piece of cloth that was suppose to have been a shirt, but was too big a fell off her revealing most of her breast. It had a new tear near the left strap. The tears streamed from her face on to the floor. Her eyes were squinted and her hand reaching for Kurama; she was suffering.
Her cough started turning into a gag followed by regurgitation of stomach fluid and some unknown liquid, clear and yet thicker. Kurama darted into the other room. He grabbed his red rose. By time he reentered her room some abstract figure was growing on the floor and Fuyuko was unconscious. The figure began to do what seemed to erect, hovering over her virgin body. "No! Stay away!" Kurama cried emitting his rose whip and slashing the creature simultaneously. The creature shrieked in pain and cowered into the shadows. Kurama restrained the whip. It swayed slowly like serpent waiting for a chance to strike. The whip found it's target and thrust its itself right through where the heart would have been. The thorny exterior ripped through the flesh and traveled through the inside of the creature until it had a hold over every organ. Once it had reached the heart, all at once it squeezed tightly and shredded its insides until there was nothing left. It had all happened in a matter of seconds.
Kurama looked over at Fuyuko whom was drenched in the slimy substance. Without hesitating he took her into his arms and headed outside to the nearby stream to cleanse her.