Disclaimer: It seems at this current time I am out of good disclaimers.
Here is a quick one; I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
This chapter has a lot of real facts that I found out a long time ago. Go here if you want to learn more of what happens later in the series.
A brief note on my life. An acquaintance/friend of mine at school, she told me today (Which is 3/3/03) that her friend committed suicide. He left her, and only her, a note, that was covered in his blood. Lovely no?
Oh! This fic is A/U, that means nothing matters in what happened in YYH, so I am free to torture and incorporate any thing I wish *evil laughter*.
Chapter 5 Black Hearts
*Back Tracking*
How many times did you take a double look at the sharp edge of a knife?
Have you ever contemplated testing its sharpness?
Would you dare?
Did you dare?
In Shuiichis case, he did contemplate, and he did dare to test the sharpness a while back. It was a few weeks after he was diagnosed with the disease, and his mother had asked him to put away the plates and knifes for her so she could return the library books before they had a late fine.
The kitchen had bright, warm rays of sunlight pouring in from the open windows, and it was reflecting off of the metal into Shuiichis distant eyes as he was placing the large knifes into the block that held them.
His eyes moved back to the knife that he had just inserted in the block. Shuiichis hand seemed to reach out to it on its own accord, and his fingers wrapped around the handle. He had nothing to lose at this moment, so he pulled it out.
Shuiichi started rotating it around in his hand, looking at the blades smooth contours, pondering about how much it would hurt to drive it into his heart. He looked around the kitchen and then walked over to the doorway to make sure that no one was coming.
Shuiichi then closed his eyes as the blade made contact with his left wrist, and cut across it, leaving blood behind. He dropped the knife and fell on his knees, holding his cut wrist.
After a few moments, he managed to stagger up to his feet, still holding his other wrist to keep the blood from falling onto the floor, but some if it did seep from his hand and dropped to the floor.
He hastily turned on the sink and stuck his left wrist under the cold, soothing flow. His right hand pumped some soap out of the container and then applied it onto the cut. Shuiichis eyes narrowed from the stinging, but that went away in a few seconds, 'How do I explain what just happened?' Shuiichi thought urgently. He grabbed a sheet of paper towels, and wrapped those around his wrist as he walked over to the end of the cabinets to retrieve the fist aid kit.
Shuiichi opened it with his right hand and took out the gauze and the tan cloth wrapping. He took the paper towels that were quickly getting colored from the blood, and replaced it with gauze, and then wrapped his wrist with the tan cloth.
That was the first time Kurama ever felt his brother slipping ever so slowly into murky darkness that would ultimately result with his soul leaving his body.
******************************
'I told my self that I would never come back into this form.' Youko Kurama thought dejectedly as he took a piece of long silver hair that was in front of his eyes, and put it to the other side.
He was still sitting in Makai, his mind awash with his own thoughts and regrets.
Youko Kuramas left ear turned a little to pick up where the sound of some one walking came from. "Hello, Yomi."
"What brings you out here, and in that form?"
"I just need to think on some topics, and also it is easier to deal with my feelings in this form."
"I had thought you vowed not to transform into this form ever again, because it confused you."
"Certain times bring certain actions."
"So you are saying that you are running?"
When Youko Kurama did not reply, Yomi kept on talking, "When you run away, from your feelings, it takes things a lot longer to get done." He reached down to the white envelope, and flipped through the papers, "What has been your stepbrothers one wish that he thinks can never come true?"
~Flash Back~
"Brother?"
Kurama took his had off of the door handle and turned around, "Yes?"
"I know this will sound silly and childish, but ever since you told me that story with the silver haired kitsune, I always wanted to meet him. He seems brave, fearless, and. cool. Where did you get the idea of a character like that?"
Kurama smiled faintly to him self, "You can never make a characters personality with out knowing it first. I got the idea for hime from some people who have passed through my life."
"I have been always hoping for fiction tales to come to life. It is a good escape when you are board with your current life. Do you think you can make another story featuring him, just incase I end up in the hospital?"
"Sure, I would be glad to."
~End Flashback~
"I would get killed for it."
"Why would you care any ways? You have two forms, so only one can get killed." Yomi stated.
"Then some one else would come in and kill him, there would be no sense in the act."
"Then why don't you just kill him your self?"
Youko Kuramas' face turned inquisitive at Yomis remark, so Yomi explained his statement, "He is going to die slowly, if I recall you stating about certain diseases that you learned to manipulate quite a long time ago?"
"Yes, it is true." Youko Kurama said with his voice seeming like it was far away, "I better get back."
"You use to tell me, 'do what is right, and not what any one else thinks is right'."
Youko Kurama stood up and nodded his head, "Thank you." Then, he walked away.
Yomi stood there, watching his old friend leave, "And one of the differences, between you and I." His voice trailed off as a warm wind ruffled his long black hair.
~§~
"You are finally back!" Shiori said softly, for Shuiichi was asleep, "You gave your father and I quite a scare for a few moments."
"I am sorry, I just had to have some time to my self, to think about things."
"That is normal, we all need to do that at times. Do you mind if you stay here with your brother while your mother and I go back home to gather some things and take a shower? Do you need any thing?"
"Shuichi is going to go back home tonight, because he has school tomorrow." Shiori stepped in, "I was planning to stay at home with Shuiichi, and you could stay here."
~§~
"Brother?" A weak voice asked as his eyes opened and glanced around the moon-lit room.
"Yes? What do you need?" Kurama asked as he stood up from a plastic chair that was a few feet away from Shuiichis bed.
"I want to be well again. I am in so much pain."
Kuramas eyes grew cool as he made an emotional barrier around him self, but he could not help the pain his heart was experiencing, "I wish I could do that for you, but I cannot. Would you like to hear the story I promised for you?"
Shuiichis eyes lighted up, well, as much as they could of, and he nodded his head. Kurama took the chair that his stepfather had pulled over to the foot of the bed and placed it at the head of the bed, "This story is about the kitsunes second in command. The kitsunes second in command was basically the complete opposite of the kitsune; he never gave any thought to any action he took.
One day, the kitsune had enough of his second command. Instead of killing him himself, he hired an professional murder."
******
"So, that is what really happened." Hieis voice came from the window.
Kuramas head nodded towards his stepbrother, "He might hear, keep it down."
"So? He is going to find out sooner or later. You should know that."
Kurama smiled, "I know that I am not you, but does Yukina eve know who you are yet?"
"Hn, stupid fox."
"I believe you might see where I am coming from, since basically, I am in the same situation you are in."
"Hn."
~§~
I know, short. Guess what? I am sick, so I really don't care about the length. I cut out some parts that I was not sure about, and they were two pages.
I noticed that I got one review on the last chapter. Did the last chapter stink? Is any one reading this story? I also need to know, should Shuiichi find out that Kurama is. Not who he really seems? I need to know these things!!!
Please review!!!
This chapter has a lot of real facts that I found out a long time ago. Go here if you want to learn more of what happens later in the series.
A brief note on my life. An acquaintance/friend of mine at school, she told me today (Which is 3/3/03) that her friend committed suicide. He left her, and only her, a note, that was covered in his blood. Lovely no?
Oh! This fic is A/U, that means nothing matters in what happened in YYH, so I am free to torture and incorporate any thing I wish *evil laughter*.
Chapter 5 Black Hearts
*Back Tracking*
How many times did you take a double look at the sharp edge of a knife?
Have you ever contemplated testing its sharpness?
Would you dare?
Did you dare?
In Shuiichis case, he did contemplate, and he did dare to test the sharpness a while back. It was a few weeks after he was diagnosed with the disease, and his mother had asked him to put away the plates and knifes for her so she could return the library books before they had a late fine.
The kitchen had bright, warm rays of sunlight pouring in from the open windows, and it was reflecting off of the metal into Shuiichis distant eyes as he was placing the large knifes into the block that held them.
His eyes moved back to the knife that he had just inserted in the block. Shuiichis hand seemed to reach out to it on its own accord, and his fingers wrapped around the handle. He had nothing to lose at this moment, so he pulled it out.
Shuiichi started rotating it around in his hand, looking at the blades smooth contours, pondering about how much it would hurt to drive it into his heart. He looked around the kitchen and then walked over to the doorway to make sure that no one was coming.
Shuiichi then closed his eyes as the blade made contact with his left wrist, and cut across it, leaving blood behind. He dropped the knife and fell on his knees, holding his cut wrist.
After a few moments, he managed to stagger up to his feet, still holding his other wrist to keep the blood from falling onto the floor, but some if it did seep from his hand and dropped to the floor.
He hastily turned on the sink and stuck his left wrist under the cold, soothing flow. His right hand pumped some soap out of the container and then applied it onto the cut. Shuiichis eyes narrowed from the stinging, but that went away in a few seconds, 'How do I explain what just happened?' Shuiichi thought urgently. He grabbed a sheet of paper towels, and wrapped those around his wrist as he walked over to the end of the cabinets to retrieve the fist aid kit.
Shuiichi opened it with his right hand and took out the gauze and the tan cloth wrapping. He took the paper towels that were quickly getting colored from the blood, and replaced it with gauze, and then wrapped his wrist with the tan cloth.
That was the first time Kurama ever felt his brother slipping ever so slowly into murky darkness that would ultimately result with his soul leaving his body.
******************************
'I told my self that I would never come back into this form.' Youko Kurama thought dejectedly as he took a piece of long silver hair that was in front of his eyes, and put it to the other side.
He was still sitting in Makai, his mind awash with his own thoughts and regrets.
Youko Kuramas left ear turned a little to pick up where the sound of some one walking came from. "Hello, Yomi."
"What brings you out here, and in that form?"
"I just need to think on some topics, and also it is easier to deal with my feelings in this form."
"I had thought you vowed not to transform into this form ever again, because it confused you."
"Certain times bring certain actions."
"So you are saying that you are running?"
When Youko Kurama did not reply, Yomi kept on talking, "When you run away, from your feelings, it takes things a lot longer to get done." He reached down to the white envelope, and flipped through the papers, "What has been your stepbrothers one wish that he thinks can never come true?"
~Flash Back~
"Brother?"
Kurama took his had off of the door handle and turned around, "Yes?"
"I know this will sound silly and childish, but ever since you told me that story with the silver haired kitsune, I always wanted to meet him. He seems brave, fearless, and. cool. Where did you get the idea of a character like that?"
Kurama smiled faintly to him self, "You can never make a characters personality with out knowing it first. I got the idea for hime from some people who have passed through my life."
"I have been always hoping for fiction tales to come to life. It is a good escape when you are board with your current life. Do you think you can make another story featuring him, just incase I end up in the hospital?"
"Sure, I would be glad to."
~End Flashback~
"I would get killed for it."
"Why would you care any ways? You have two forms, so only one can get killed." Yomi stated.
"Then some one else would come in and kill him, there would be no sense in the act."
"Then why don't you just kill him your self?"
Youko Kuramas' face turned inquisitive at Yomis remark, so Yomi explained his statement, "He is going to die slowly, if I recall you stating about certain diseases that you learned to manipulate quite a long time ago?"
"Yes, it is true." Youko Kurama said with his voice seeming like it was far away, "I better get back."
"You use to tell me, 'do what is right, and not what any one else thinks is right'."
Youko Kurama stood up and nodded his head, "Thank you." Then, he walked away.
Yomi stood there, watching his old friend leave, "And one of the differences, between you and I." His voice trailed off as a warm wind ruffled his long black hair.
~§~
"You are finally back!" Shiori said softly, for Shuiichi was asleep, "You gave your father and I quite a scare for a few moments."
"I am sorry, I just had to have some time to my self, to think about things."
"That is normal, we all need to do that at times. Do you mind if you stay here with your brother while your mother and I go back home to gather some things and take a shower? Do you need any thing?"
"Shuichi is going to go back home tonight, because he has school tomorrow." Shiori stepped in, "I was planning to stay at home with Shuiichi, and you could stay here."
~§~
"Brother?" A weak voice asked as his eyes opened and glanced around the moon-lit room.
"Yes? What do you need?" Kurama asked as he stood up from a plastic chair that was a few feet away from Shuiichis bed.
"I want to be well again. I am in so much pain."
Kuramas eyes grew cool as he made an emotional barrier around him self, but he could not help the pain his heart was experiencing, "I wish I could do that for you, but I cannot. Would you like to hear the story I promised for you?"
Shuiichis eyes lighted up, well, as much as they could of, and he nodded his head. Kurama took the chair that his stepfather had pulled over to the foot of the bed and placed it at the head of the bed, "This story is about the kitsunes second in command. The kitsunes second in command was basically the complete opposite of the kitsune; he never gave any thought to any action he took.
One day, the kitsune had enough of his second command. Instead of killing him himself, he hired an professional murder."
******
"So, that is what really happened." Hieis voice came from the window.
Kuramas head nodded towards his stepbrother, "He might hear, keep it down."
"So? He is going to find out sooner or later. You should know that."
Kurama smiled, "I know that I am not you, but does Yukina eve know who you are yet?"
"Hn, stupid fox."
"I believe you might see where I am coming from, since basically, I am in the same situation you are in."
"Hn."
~§~
I know, short. Guess what? I am sick, so I really don't care about the length. I cut out some parts that I was not sure about, and they were two pages.
I noticed that I got one review on the last chapter. Did the last chapter stink? Is any one reading this story? I also need to know, should Shuiichi find out that Kurama is. Not who he really seems? I need to know these things!!!
Please review!!!