~Okay! I brought ya'll another fic! Please read and review! Oh, and by
the way, the weird language ya'll are fixin' to read is actually Ancient
Egyptian, I got it from my sister's book. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own 2 other characters in this story, so please don't take them!
In Spirit world, at Koenma's palace/office:
Kuwabara quickly ran through the corridor, late yet again to another imperative meeting. When he arrived (knocking out a few innocent ogres) he found his friends spread out over Konema's office chatting diligently with one another. Now all were there: Yusuke, Kurama, Hiei, Yukina, Keiko, Shizuru, Botan, and Kuwabara himself.
"Hn, it's about time you graced us with your presence." A deep voice said from the corner. Kuwabara whirled around to face his accuser.
"Shut-up small-fry! I made it, didn't I?"
"That depends on if you count your brain, which is never fully there anyway." The voice said flatly. The group had just stopped talking long enough to hear Hiei's comment. All started laughing, or trying to hold back laughter, at the little fire koorime's insult.
"Hiei, behave yourself!" Botan scolded between giggles.
Koenma wiped tears from his eyes as he replied, "All right, people, let's get this meeting underway . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I got better thing ta do then hang out here." Yusuke yawned as he voiced his opinion. However, no one could tell that their words could be heard from a foreign visitor . . .
Lassitude and devastation dulled her senses, except the one sense, the one will that told her she must carry on. Her tired legs were even now more burdened by her drenched tunic. Small droplets of water dripped off her pointed ears to the marble floor beneath her, mixing with salty tears. Yet, she managed to open the heavy wooden doors, one hand tightly clutching the shivering child on her hip.
The Rekai Tantei's meeting was prematurely cut-short by an exotic woman bursting through the doorway. She was a stunning sight. Her sapphire hair grew down to her knees, shining with brilliancy that made even Botan turn green in envy. She was elegantly decorated with a strange mixture of jewels and shells, blessing her ears, wrists, and ankles. Sun browned skin, wrapped in a flowing white dress, complemented her curvaceous figure, although completely saturated with water. Enchanting, sienna eyes, tainted with exhaustion and doubt, pierced through blue bangs.
"Yam . . .sedjem . . ."
She attempted to speak in her native tongue. The group was dumb-founded, save for Kurama, who began translating.
"She . . .she wants us to listen . . ."
Tears began to fill up in her clouded eyes, voice shaking with fear and sorrowful memories.
"Khoo-oo . . .seseh mer mehret," she whispered between sobs, "petekh ah . . ."
"An evil presence destroyed her friends and family, overthrowing their palace." Kurama finished his sentence with a deep frown. It was if all the others were in a trance, unable to break the spell she had on them. Now tears were flowing freely down her flawless face, her gaze resting on a small form that was hidden in the folds of her dress.
"Saoo . . .Izumi . . ."
Kurama's eyes widened.
"She wants us to protect something, although I can not comprehend what. Izumi?"
"Mout djedet en khered . . ."
His eyebrows shot up in shock at her statement. "She is now talking to . . .to her. . ."
She gently un-tucked the small body, revealing a daughter just a beautiful and captivating as her mother. This action received multiple gasps from the observers.
"Nekhet . . .inek wenen im." With this she touched the little girls heart with smooth fingers, choking back tears. Kurama's features softened instantly.
"She told the girl to be strong, that she was there inside her heart . . ." The poor child began to whimper slightly. Her mother bent down, smiling softly. She unlatched a pearl necklace that hang around her neck and pressed it in the girls hand, along with a small piece of paper. Tenderly, she kissed her daughters forehead.
"Izumi . . ." was barely audible.
Before another word could be said, she had vanished. The awestricken group was left with many, many questions . . . and a wailing orphan.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own 2 other characters in this story, so please don't take them!
In Spirit world, at Koenma's palace/office:
Kuwabara quickly ran through the corridor, late yet again to another imperative meeting. When he arrived (knocking out a few innocent ogres) he found his friends spread out over Konema's office chatting diligently with one another. Now all were there: Yusuke, Kurama, Hiei, Yukina, Keiko, Shizuru, Botan, and Kuwabara himself.
"Hn, it's about time you graced us with your presence." A deep voice said from the corner. Kuwabara whirled around to face his accuser.
"Shut-up small-fry! I made it, didn't I?"
"That depends on if you count your brain, which is never fully there anyway." The voice said flatly. The group had just stopped talking long enough to hear Hiei's comment. All started laughing, or trying to hold back laughter, at the little fire koorime's insult.
"Hiei, behave yourself!" Botan scolded between giggles.
Koenma wiped tears from his eyes as he replied, "All right, people, let's get this meeting underway . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I got better thing ta do then hang out here." Yusuke yawned as he voiced his opinion. However, no one could tell that their words could be heard from a foreign visitor . . .
Lassitude and devastation dulled her senses, except the one sense, the one will that told her she must carry on. Her tired legs were even now more burdened by her drenched tunic. Small droplets of water dripped off her pointed ears to the marble floor beneath her, mixing with salty tears. Yet, she managed to open the heavy wooden doors, one hand tightly clutching the shivering child on her hip.
The Rekai Tantei's meeting was prematurely cut-short by an exotic woman bursting through the doorway. She was a stunning sight. Her sapphire hair grew down to her knees, shining with brilliancy that made even Botan turn green in envy. She was elegantly decorated with a strange mixture of jewels and shells, blessing her ears, wrists, and ankles. Sun browned skin, wrapped in a flowing white dress, complemented her curvaceous figure, although completely saturated with water. Enchanting, sienna eyes, tainted with exhaustion and doubt, pierced through blue bangs.
"Yam . . .sedjem . . ."
She attempted to speak in her native tongue. The group was dumb-founded, save for Kurama, who began translating.
"She . . .she wants us to listen . . ."
Tears began to fill up in her clouded eyes, voice shaking with fear and sorrowful memories.
"Khoo-oo . . .seseh mer mehret," she whispered between sobs, "petekh ah . . ."
"An evil presence destroyed her friends and family, overthrowing their palace." Kurama finished his sentence with a deep frown. It was if all the others were in a trance, unable to break the spell she had on them. Now tears were flowing freely down her flawless face, her gaze resting on a small form that was hidden in the folds of her dress.
"Saoo . . .Izumi . . ."
Kurama's eyes widened.
"She wants us to protect something, although I can not comprehend what. Izumi?"
"Mout djedet en khered . . ."
His eyebrows shot up in shock at her statement. "She is now talking to . . .to her. . ."
She gently un-tucked the small body, revealing a daughter just a beautiful and captivating as her mother. This action received multiple gasps from the observers.
"Nekhet . . .inek wenen im." With this she touched the little girls heart with smooth fingers, choking back tears. Kurama's features softened instantly.
"She told the girl to be strong, that she was there inside her heart . . ." The poor child began to whimper slightly. Her mother bent down, smiling softly. She unlatched a pearl necklace that hang around her neck and pressed it in the girls hand, along with a small piece of paper. Tenderly, she kissed her daughters forehead.
"Izumi . . ." was barely audible.
Before another word could be said, she had vanished. The awestricken group was left with many, many questions . . . and a wailing orphan.