(A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I got a job and now have no time to do
anything! Well, on with it!
Disclaimer: *in a monotone voice* I do not own YYH, nor will I ever.)
Chapter 4:
Kurama lay still on the floor. Karasu had just appeared, and he could have sworn that he had seen Kizashi.
"Hello, Kurama." Karasu said softly.
Kurama remained silent, staring at his burned hands.
"How are you?"
Kurama still did not answer.
"Please answer me. I do not mean you any harm."
"Oh, so that explains that bomb you set off near me." Kurama said not raising his eyes.
"Kurama, I did that to distract the fire demons. I did not want to injure you badly, that's why I set it off near Kizashi's feet, not yours."
Kurama looked sharply at Karasu. "How do you know Kizashi?" he asked, fear in his voice.
Karasu seemed to freeze. "Kizashi . . . I knew her back when we worked together. She is a very peaceful person, you know."
Kurama rose shakily to his feet. "Liar. Kizashi is an assassin, not a 'peaceful person' as you put it." Making an angry gesture he asked, "Who are you really?"
Karasu seemed to disappear and be replaced by some sort of phantom. It was hard to tell weather it was a man or a woman, tall or short. It was even difficult to tell that it even was a humanoid because it was surrounded in such a thick darkness.
"I was not aware that Master Kizashi had told you anything about herself." It said in a voice that was hard to tell if it sounded masculine or feminine, young or old. "I was hoping to have gotten you before she had . . . I guess now I will have to kill you as this . . ."
"Why do you have to kill me anyway?" Kurama asked, his voice rising in tone and pitch.
"Because it would crush all those close to you . . . Kizashi as well." It laughed seeing Kurama's face. "Yes, I sense that she has deep feelings for you, even if she doesn't know it yet. As soon as you're gone, I will be the master of Kizashi and I shall have revenge on all those that can breath the air, feel someone's touch, and have control over their own life."
The darkness gathered closer around the phantom. Then Kizashi was standing in front of Kurama.
"Its time for you to die." She said with a smile. "I can sense you have growing feelings for Kizashi . . . and now you will die, seemingly by her hand."
The long sword slid from its sheath on 'Kizashi's' back. The imposter held it lightly in one hand looked at Kurama with an odd expression on Kizashi's face.
Kurama stared at the ground. He did have feelings for Kizashi he knew it. He closed his eyes. He would not watch as this thing pretended to be Kizashi and kill him. His fists clenched tightly.
He wasn't going down without a fight. Not he, Kurama Youko.
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Hiei suddenly found himself running toward a construction site. He didn't know what was compelling him to run there, but he knew he was going to find something.
Kizashi suddenly was running next to Hiei. Red was veiling her vision, anger pulsating through her body. The Phantom had taken her form, and she knew her charge's mind was set on one thing that would compel it to take her form.
Death.
Disclaimer: *in a monotone voice* I do not own YYH, nor will I ever.)
Chapter 4:
Kurama lay still on the floor. Karasu had just appeared, and he could have sworn that he had seen Kizashi.
"Hello, Kurama." Karasu said softly.
Kurama remained silent, staring at his burned hands.
"How are you?"
Kurama still did not answer.
"Please answer me. I do not mean you any harm."
"Oh, so that explains that bomb you set off near me." Kurama said not raising his eyes.
"Kurama, I did that to distract the fire demons. I did not want to injure you badly, that's why I set it off near Kizashi's feet, not yours."
Kurama looked sharply at Karasu. "How do you know Kizashi?" he asked, fear in his voice.
Karasu seemed to freeze. "Kizashi . . . I knew her back when we worked together. She is a very peaceful person, you know."
Kurama rose shakily to his feet. "Liar. Kizashi is an assassin, not a 'peaceful person' as you put it." Making an angry gesture he asked, "Who are you really?"
Karasu seemed to disappear and be replaced by some sort of phantom. It was hard to tell weather it was a man or a woman, tall or short. It was even difficult to tell that it even was a humanoid because it was surrounded in such a thick darkness.
"I was not aware that Master Kizashi had told you anything about herself." It said in a voice that was hard to tell if it sounded masculine or feminine, young or old. "I was hoping to have gotten you before she had . . . I guess now I will have to kill you as this . . ."
"Why do you have to kill me anyway?" Kurama asked, his voice rising in tone and pitch.
"Because it would crush all those close to you . . . Kizashi as well." It laughed seeing Kurama's face. "Yes, I sense that she has deep feelings for you, even if she doesn't know it yet. As soon as you're gone, I will be the master of Kizashi and I shall have revenge on all those that can breath the air, feel someone's touch, and have control over their own life."
The darkness gathered closer around the phantom. Then Kizashi was standing in front of Kurama.
"Its time for you to die." She said with a smile. "I can sense you have growing feelings for Kizashi . . . and now you will die, seemingly by her hand."
The long sword slid from its sheath on 'Kizashi's' back. The imposter held it lightly in one hand looked at Kurama with an odd expression on Kizashi's face.
Kurama stared at the ground. He did have feelings for Kizashi he knew it. He closed his eyes. He would not watch as this thing pretended to be Kizashi and kill him. His fists clenched tightly.
He wasn't going down without a fight. Not he, Kurama Youko.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hiei suddenly found himself running toward a construction site. He didn't know what was compelling him to run there, but he knew he was going to find something.
Kizashi suddenly was running next to Hiei. Red was veiling her vision, anger pulsating through her body. The Phantom had taken her form, and she knew her charge's mind was set on one thing that would compel it to take her form.
Death.