Chapter Four: Red and Gold
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. All standard disclaimers apply. **The author of the poem used in this chapter is Unknown. (I've cut and edited it to my own uses ^^)
Warning: May be some sexual content, harsh language, violence, and unusual relationships. (Yaoi/Yuri/Het/etc.) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Flames towards this issue and plagiarism will NOT be tolerated.
Written by- Aoihyou
Posted- 1/11/03
Authors Note:
Yes. I know I promised to tell you what happened to Hiei. But... uhhh... This story is mostly flashbacks. Sorry to say so. X.x But you WILL find out when the flashback goes back to that time. Until then.. you'll just have to be patient ;P
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Man's life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly,
Till the dawn of eternity...
~*~
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Yelling and ranting rang through the bar. Drunken messes of people were screaming, accusing others of invalid claims and nonexistent matters.
Through it all, the rain drizzled calmly, hitting the roof rhythmically then dripping off precisely.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
In the furthest corner of the room, seated next to a small window, was a hooded figure. A silver cloak hid any hair or facial property. The material was shining, yet dull in natural manner. Near the bottom, where it gracefully left off, was a black swirl--a mark that looked much like a crying fox. Of course, most did not pay attention to the bottom of a mere cloak.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
In another part of the bar, figures in black masks trod through the drunken people, eyes alert. They pushed through the whores and past the screaming, looking for one particular occupant. Sadly for them, the one they were looking for was a master at deception and would not be taken so easily.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of falling rain was most likely only perceived by the occupant by the window. His ears were on it, and on the floor before him. Golden eyes were narrowed beneath the pooling silver hood.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Through the door, a figure donning a black hat stalked in, shoulders hunched as if in suspicion. He took one look around the room and swiftly diverted his path, away from the figures in black masks. He quickly made his way farthest from them to the corner which the golden eyes occupied. He fingered his purple pendant nervously. He could feel something was going to happen...
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The bar was full to the brim, making whatever job the black-masked ones were trying to finish near impossible.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Only three seats were open in the whole place. One at the bar, beside a winking whore; another in midst of the searching black masked men; and the final, in the corner--next to the little window, next to the speculating golden eyes.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
His black hair swiped at his sides, swinging to and fro. He swiftly made his way to the corner, leaning over the table to peer as far into the cloaked one's hood as he could.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He saw golden eyes narrow at him, cold, calculating.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Is this seat taken?" They narrowed more, as if sizing him up. They darted a bit, to the window, then to a door.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip...
"No." The voice was smooth, as if all imperfections had been worn and worked out through years of manipulating. It was experienced at lying.
But so wonderful...
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Thanks." He pulled the wooden chair out, almost rolling his eyes at the splinters sticking out of it. The cloaked male sitting before him watched him, eyes slightly amused.
A game? To see if he would make a fool of himself? He almost smirked.
Drip.
Drip...
"Hn." He silently pulled out his scythe, so quickly that an average youkai would not know what had happened. He swiped at the chair; swiftly running the splinters off, then returned it to its hiding place. He got seated, watching the other's reaction. It was mild, to his disappointment.
He wondered why he was so intent on seeing the tawny-eyed one express emotion.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He was about to speak again when the golden eyes flashed. They narrowed drastically.
A swishing sound was heard behind him, he ducked.
A dagger lodged itself in the wall before him.
"YOUKO KURAMA! SURRENDER! WE HAVE YOU CORNERED!" The voice was smug. He looked over at the man in the silver cloak.
Drip.
Drip...
Youko Kurama?
The name seemed familiar to him.
And then, a silver spread flew into the air, flying into the face of the one who'd spoken.
It was the cloak.
Drip...
He caught one look at a smirking fox--one glimpse at ultimate beauty. And he found himself gasping.
Then he was gone.
A silver tail flashed through the air, the only remaining evidence that the silver fox had indeed been there. He jumped over the table, landing on the head of one of the pursuers. Something green sprouted from his hand and half of the men were beheaded.
The kitsune suddenly turned, facing him.
And in that moment, one of the remaining men lunged at the fox.
"BASTARD!" His temper flared at the man's cowardice, attacking one from behind? He whipped out his scythe and killed the man. Golden eyes met him in surprised, then turned around to see the body fall to the ground.
"..." The eye narrowed again at him, but this time, in question. But they quickly recuperated.
More black figures were flooding into the bar. But this time, some were aiming for him.
"Come with me..." The fox hissed beneath his breathe. He knew he could not refuse. They were after him, now, also. He nodded.
"ROSEWHIP!" The green whip flew out again, cutting more men, clearing a path. The golden eyes stared at him again, telling him to follow as the kitsune ran through the crowd.
Dri...p...
By now, the drunk men and other civilians were confused and in panic. They were seeing blood and their intoxicated minds couldn't process the information. Luckily for him, they started attacking the black masked men.
He made it out of the bar into the pouring rain, for a moment wondering where the dripping sound had gone.
And more importantly, where the fox had gone.
Then he was pulled up; up onto something wet, yet warm.
A stallion. He looked up in surprise and met those golden eyes again.
Screaming resonated from the bar, and some of the black figures began to pour out, yelling something at them.
"What is your name?" He yelled over the rain, the thunder. The golden eyes regarded him.
"As they said... Youko Kurama." A foolish question, he knew. But he had just wanted to hear that voice...
"My name is Kuronue..." The men started to throw daggers and weapons at them.
"Ch'" The Kitsune whipped the reins and the stallion started.
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Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.
But the weaver watches with a skillful eyes
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow...
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"That pendant... What is it for?"
"I... I don't know... It's always been there..."
"It's beautiful... It looks so... alive."
"Sometimes... sometimes I think it is..."
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A gift? You call this cursed thing a gift?
To dangle what I cannot have, before my very eyes?
A gift? You called this damned thing a gift?
'Tis a curse, that's all it is...
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He looked down at his hands.
Blood.
Bright red blood.
It stained his skin, clung between his fingers, dried under his nails.
It was splattered across him, strewn on his face and in his hair.
What was this thrilling feeling?
He looked down at the ground. At his parents.
Oh, how horrified they looked. 'And how beautiful,' he thought. How beautiful the red splashes made their pale faces.
And this power. This power he hadn't had before. Power he'd gained from them...
From his second body.
His black hair was swaying in the wind, the blood drying on it, death's scent clinging to him.
He moved his fingers, watching the browning liquid crackle.
And a smirk spread on his face.
Not like before.
Not like his other parents.
"You won't get the chance to leave me this time..."
He drew his fingers to his lips, licking at the crimson skin.
So this is what it felt like.
To have complete power...
"To decide my own fate..."
His voice was different. Not the deep one the seer had had. No... it was younger. He relished it.
He had a second chance at life...
The seer. The damned seer. His past, his before, him.
He cursed him. Cursed himself. For he cursed himself with the power. The power of knowing.
Knowing I'll never have him...
And still, the mocking images of what was to be flashed in his mind.
Just as the image of his parents leaving had plagued him.
But... he looked down at their bloodied bodies.
He'd changed fate.
He smirked again. Then he started to chuckle, an almost insane giggle.
He looked down at the blood spread before him.
"My youko..."
He learned.
Kill them before they betray me...
He stepped over to the corpses, lifting his mother's chin up.
"Thank you mother... For this lesson... For this chance..." He licked the blood off of her cheek, "I love you, mother..." His voice was crackling, insane, perhaps.
If I kill them... they are mine...
You'll be mine, Kurama... One way or another...
He took one last look at the dead bodies then threw his head back in a sharp giggle, a gurgled laugh. He concentrated his ki, forming another bomb in his hands.
"Bye mother..." He threw the bomb to the bodies, laughing, eyes filled with glee. He giggled as it detonated, as the area burst in flame. He giggled as all life in the area burned, as the animals ran off in fear, as the plants shriveled and were engulfed in flame...
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If I can't have you... no one can...
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End Chapter Four.
*Rereads* Whoa. Lots of violence... o.O
And yes, I have pretty much planned this fic. Just not EXACTLY. I still have a few areas to twiddle with. ^^
Could you tell who insane deranged bomber was in the last section? (Uhhhh Duh?) It's not Kuronue. That would be really strange. And sort of impossible o.O And yes, the deranged bomber IS the seer's reincarnation. ^^
Thank you immensely for your reviews. If you leave a signed review or your e-mail address, I'll tell you when I update ^^. If you have comments or want random previews, IM me at capitulatedDream ^^ Just tell me your ff.net name and whatever.
Lastly. I would like to thank Silver Foxglove-sama for telling me of Kuronue's weapons and Rose Thorne-sempai for being my beta reader for this chapter.
R&R Onegai, no flames.