Disclaimer: Roses are red violets are blue. If I had enough money to own Yu
Yu Hakusho, I would be doing a lot of research into mirror worlds/parallel
universes.
Chapter 11 Black Winged Dove
'Maya.' Kurama thought as he paused in the middle of the sidewalk and glanced up at the sky that was covered in small patches with the ideal pure white clouds that were beckoning for you to fall asleep on one like an angle.
He then started to walk again, eyes vacant because they were turned to his thoughts, 'How long has it been since I have seen her? I never expected to see her again in till she died from natural causes. I wonder what would have happened if she did not move.'
~§~
"Maya? You really did love him, didn't you?" Botan asked Maya as they walked through the gardens in the courtyard of the palace.
". Yes. And I kind of still do. I don't know this feeling I have, it is mixed happiness, sadness and longing for him to love me back. It is as if a waving wind is going through my heart, moving things in a rhythm of a mad whirlwind. I do not care about his history, though I do not even know it. The only part of Shuuichi I know is the one I have known since grade school."
'Awww, that is so sweet!' Botan thought, she always loved a good romance, "What do you think would have happened to you two if you did not move?"
"Honestly, I do not know," Maya's expression turned gloomy, "He could barely beat the girls off of him with a stick, nor a golf club," Maya laughed softly, "I do not know if he thinks me more then a old friend, he never really expresses himself that much."
"He is very good at hiding his feelings isn't he?" Botan asked.
"Yes, annoyingly so. What is his real name?" Maya asked suddenly.
'What to do!? What to do!?' Botan panicked as she stopped in her tracks.
"Yes! I knew it! Come on! You can tell me!" Maya pleaded.
Botan looked around hoping for to distract her, and thus take her away from Maya, "Uhh, I don't know." Botan sweat dropped.
"Come on, I will tell him I figured it out for my self."
"Koenma-sama has gotten mad at me before, for telling some people what I should not have." Botan recalled, remembering the time she told Keiko and Shizuka that Yusuke and Kuwabara were going to take part in the Dark Tournament.
"Okay, I understand." Maya stated from where she was kneeling on the ground, looking at the just blooming Easter Lilies, "They look like little hats. I never noticed that before."
"You are right, they do! Oh, and also like those old telephone ear pieces!"
~§~
"Hello, Shuuichi." Hatakana said tiredly when he saw Kurama enter the room from the corner of his eye.
"Hi, Father. How is he fairing?" Kurama asked.
"Not well, they might have to move him to another facility."
Kurama did not answer, but he looked down at the floor. He did not do this often, because your feet cannot talk back at you, but he did not know what to say nor do.
Kurama looked back up at his stepfather. He noticed the very prominent black circled under his eyes, and his fathers' wrinkles more pronounced. Kurama would have said something, but he did not as he saw his stepfather slouch tiredly, but a look of determination to stay awake so he could be there for his son when he needed him.
Kurama smiled sadly at his father, humans could be loyal if they wished, always there for one another, to lend a hand, or to shed a tear.
~§~
On top of a marble counter, lied a note with hurriedly written kanji. Died, red blood stained pure white paper in speckles that came from the butcher knife that was laid next to it, with dried blood forbidding light to bounce off the use to be sterling silver knife.
'Please give my journal to Shuuichi Minamino, that is all I ask of you' was written on the paper.
A woman's tears could be heard in the distance, crying for not what has been done, but what could have been. She could see her daughter's sparking, loving, and happy eyes, slowly succumb to fear and depression. Why had she been so blind, she could have prevented this.
But, it has already made the impression on the sands of history.
The books were already written.
There was no time eraser.
Oh, how she hated, loathed her self, she could make out the police's voices, telling her it was time to leave. She could hear her self she would be a moment longer, she wished to go to her daughter's room. She did not remain long enough for the police to give her their approval; after all, this was her house. She did not acknowledge it as a home, because her daughter, her pride and joy, flew above her with angels wings.
She slowly mounted the stairs, not fully trusting her legs to support her as she slowly made her way to her daughters' room.
She reached out to grasp the doorknob, but her hand backed away. She remained there for a few seconds longer, and then turned the knob, and walked in the room. Her mind remained at the task at hand, finding her daughters journal. After glancing hurriedly around the room, it was nowhere in sight.
Oh, how much mental pain she was in, all the memories! Couldn't the memories just wait?! She was trying to concentrate at the task at hand, but every object of Maya's held some sort of past that clung to it.
"Do not turn around, Madam, I am not afraid to fire."
~§~
'I, I did not want to pass away from life like this, unhappy. Must my dove come with black tipped wings?' Shuuichi thought as looked at his family, who loved him with out any strings attached. Oh, it was so easy for him to love his family, but to see them experiencing shocks of pain every time they set their eyes on him.
He could feel himself drifting, and he knew that his stepbrother could also feel the shadows starting to gather around his soul, drawing his soul piece by piece painfully from his body.
His memory was slowly returning, and things were starting to fit back into the picture like pieces of a 3,000-piece puzzle that had been knocked off of a table where it was being assembled.
And a voice kept on singing sweet lullabies in his mind. He would not allow himself to drift away on a raft on the river of dreams, fearing that he would not wake; he wanted to solve a puzzle first.
~§~
Hatakana wished to remain in the hospital instead of returning home with Shiori and Kurama, no matter how many times the doctors and nurses tried to per sway him, due to all their sleep deprived markings that were under his eyes.
The atmosphere was denser then Kurama remembered. It wanted to crush the soul with nails that could make stone bleed, and the desert sands cry.
Shiori was uneasy as she stepped inside her own home, as if she was treading on forbidden territory, "Shuuichi, I am going to bed. You should also, since you have school tomorrow." She turned around and gave her son a reassuring hug, which added a little more light to their faces, and then walked upstairs.
Kurama watched his mom mount the stairs, and then shut the door. He then walked over to the couch, sat down and then put his face in his hands, rubbing his temples to relieve the pressure on his eyes.
He could feel the morose darkness of death dance its number around his brother, drawing on his soul quicker as the sand in his brothers life clock fall faster to the mound forming at the bottom.
Kurama then leaned back and stared at the ceiling. He had killed many, many demons in his lifetime. His hands were stained from blood that he could never seem to wash off completely in any body of water. But Kurama had gotten use to the feeling of another person's blood staining his hands very long ago. But in this lifetime, a death of some one who he cared for. was different.
Kurama chuckled to himself, he had gone soft. This life was a double bladed sword. You experience happiness and joy with people you care about, but they end up dieing or leaving you behind, and then you experience pain.
~§~
"Something happened to my mom." Maya said in the silence that descended over the two girls.
"What did you say?" Botan asked turning around to face Maya.
"I think something happened to my mother, I can tell."
~§~
After about thirty minutes of thinking, Kurama stood up and walked to his mother and father's room, to see if his mother was sleeping yet.
He walked softly into his mothers' room, to hear her crying in her sleep. Kurama's face turned sympathetic at the thought of what his mothers' dreams could be like. He left his mothers room as quickly as he entered.
Kurama quickly exited outside, and decided to take a short walk before heading off to Reikai.
~§~
"Can you retrieve my journal for me, please? I do not think my mother did."
"Why do you think that?"
Maya's eyes turned cold, "I just have a feeling, and I think it was because."
~§~
A black Labrador puppy wandered the streets; this ribs rippling under the thin layer of skin with each small step.
I whined softly at every person who acknowledged his presence, but they moved on. The puppies' stomach growled at the lacking of food, as the puppy whimpered louder and it started to sniff the ground for any possible substance.
It then came upon a tipped over trashcan, most likely from the wind. Inside was a brown paper fast food bag. The puppy leaned in and dragged it out with his mouth, and then tore it open.
The puppy's eyes lit up for the first time since its owner threw him out on the streets. Inside was a half eaten hamburger and French fires (A/N: Or, should I say, American Fries?). It then began to eat with ravishing bites, eyes darting around, making sure no one was getting close to its meal. But, there was none.
A shadow then cast itself over the puppies thin body. It looked up fearfully and cringed, afraid of getting hurt, all of its hunger delayed out of its mind.
It did not get a chance to look at the persons face as gentle, loving hands scooped it up carefully off of the ground. He heard, "Do not be afraid, I will take you some place dry and give you something to eat. Then, we will see where it goes from there." The voice was full of love; something the puppy was unaccustomed too. It tilted its head up and got a look at the person's face. The puppy had not seen such green, kind, gentle eyes that seemed like just the front cover that did not even scratch the soul.
The young man's left hand scratched behind the puppy's ear as a piece of his red hair came down in front of the puppies nose, causing it to sneeze.
"We are first going to take a short trip, and then we are going to go back to my home, okay little guy?"
The puppy could decipher that the young man hopped he could keep the puppy, that is why he was going to take him home with him.
The puppies' eyes shone completely from happiness for the first time in it's 8-month-old life.
~§~
I am finally done! Yes!
I am going to end this soon, I see no other way on how to continue it to the last chapter. There will probably be about, ohhh, say. 3-5 more chapters.
And I am also sorry for the delay; my life has taken a 90-degree plunge into hell lately.
Chapter 11 Black Winged Dove
'Maya.' Kurama thought as he paused in the middle of the sidewalk and glanced up at the sky that was covered in small patches with the ideal pure white clouds that were beckoning for you to fall asleep on one like an angle.
He then started to walk again, eyes vacant because they were turned to his thoughts, 'How long has it been since I have seen her? I never expected to see her again in till she died from natural causes. I wonder what would have happened if she did not move.'
~§~
"Maya? You really did love him, didn't you?" Botan asked Maya as they walked through the gardens in the courtyard of the palace.
". Yes. And I kind of still do. I don't know this feeling I have, it is mixed happiness, sadness and longing for him to love me back. It is as if a waving wind is going through my heart, moving things in a rhythm of a mad whirlwind. I do not care about his history, though I do not even know it. The only part of Shuuichi I know is the one I have known since grade school."
'Awww, that is so sweet!' Botan thought, she always loved a good romance, "What do you think would have happened to you two if you did not move?"
"Honestly, I do not know," Maya's expression turned gloomy, "He could barely beat the girls off of him with a stick, nor a golf club," Maya laughed softly, "I do not know if he thinks me more then a old friend, he never really expresses himself that much."
"He is very good at hiding his feelings isn't he?" Botan asked.
"Yes, annoyingly so. What is his real name?" Maya asked suddenly.
'What to do!? What to do!?' Botan panicked as she stopped in her tracks.
"Yes! I knew it! Come on! You can tell me!" Maya pleaded.
Botan looked around hoping for to distract her, and thus take her away from Maya, "Uhh, I don't know." Botan sweat dropped.
"Come on, I will tell him I figured it out for my self."
"Koenma-sama has gotten mad at me before, for telling some people what I should not have." Botan recalled, remembering the time she told Keiko and Shizuka that Yusuke and Kuwabara were going to take part in the Dark Tournament.
"Okay, I understand." Maya stated from where she was kneeling on the ground, looking at the just blooming Easter Lilies, "They look like little hats. I never noticed that before."
"You are right, they do! Oh, and also like those old telephone ear pieces!"
~§~
"Hello, Shuuichi." Hatakana said tiredly when he saw Kurama enter the room from the corner of his eye.
"Hi, Father. How is he fairing?" Kurama asked.
"Not well, they might have to move him to another facility."
Kurama did not answer, but he looked down at the floor. He did not do this often, because your feet cannot talk back at you, but he did not know what to say nor do.
Kurama looked back up at his stepfather. He noticed the very prominent black circled under his eyes, and his fathers' wrinkles more pronounced. Kurama would have said something, but he did not as he saw his stepfather slouch tiredly, but a look of determination to stay awake so he could be there for his son when he needed him.
Kurama smiled sadly at his father, humans could be loyal if they wished, always there for one another, to lend a hand, or to shed a tear.
~§~
On top of a marble counter, lied a note with hurriedly written kanji. Died, red blood stained pure white paper in speckles that came from the butcher knife that was laid next to it, with dried blood forbidding light to bounce off the use to be sterling silver knife.
'Please give my journal to Shuuichi Minamino, that is all I ask of you' was written on the paper.
A woman's tears could be heard in the distance, crying for not what has been done, but what could have been. She could see her daughter's sparking, loving, and happy eyes, slowly succumb to fear and depression. Why had she been so blind, she could have prevented this.
But, it has already made the impression on the sands of history.
The books were already written.
There was no time eraser.
Oh, how she hated, loathed her self, she could make out the police's voices, telling her it was time to leave. She could hear her self she would be a moment longer, she wished to go to her daughter's room. She did not remain long enough for the police to give her their approval; after all, this was her house. She did not acknowledge it as a home, because her daughter, her pride and joy, flew above her with angels wings.
She slowly mounted the stairs, not fully trusting her legs to support her as she slowly made her way to her daughters' room.
She reached out to grasp the doorknob, but her hand backed away. She remained there for a few seconds longer, and then turned the knob, and walked in the room. Her mind remained at the task at hand, finding her daughters journal. After glancing hurriedly around the room, it was nowhere in sight.
Oh, how much mental pain she was in, all the memories! Couldn't the memories just wait?! She was trying to concentrate at the task at hand, but every object of Maya's held some sort of past that clung to it.
"Do not turn around, Madam, I am not afraid to fire."
~§~
'I, I did not want to pass away from life like this, unhappy. Must my dove come with black tipped wings?' Shuuichi thought as looked at his family, who loved him with out any strings attached. Oh, it was so easy for him to love his family, but to see them experiencing shocks of pain every time they set their eyes on him.
He could feel himself drifting, and he knew that his stepbrother could also feel the shadows starting to gather around his soul, drawing his soul piece by piece painfully from his body.
His memory was slowly returning, and things were starting to fit back into the picture like pieces of a 3,000-piece puzzle that had been knocked off of a table where it was being assembled.
And a voice kept on singing sweet lullabies in his mind. He would not allow himself to drift away on a raft on the river of dreams, fearing that he would not wake; he wanted to solve a puzzle first.
~§~
Hatakana wished to remain in the hospital instead of returning home with Shiori and Kurama, no matter how many times the doctors and nurses tried to per sway him, due to all their sleep deprived markings that were under his eyes.
The atmosphere was denser then Kurama remembered. It wanted to crush the soul with nails that could make stone bleed, and the desert sands cry.
Shiori was uneasy as she stepped inside her own home, as if she was treading on forbidden territory, "Shuuichi, I am going to bed. You should also, since you have school tomorrow." She turned around and gave her son a reassuring hug, which added a little more light to their faces, and then walked upstairs.
Kurama watched his mom mount the stairs, and then shut the door. He then walked over to the couch, sat down and then put his face in his hands, rubbing his temples to relieve the pressure on his eyes.
He could feel the morose darkness of death dance its number around his brother, drawing on his soul quicker as the sand in his brothers life clock fall faster to the mound forming at the bottom.
Kurama then leaned back and stared at the ceiling. He had killed many, many demons in his lifetime. His hands were stained from blood that he could never seem to wash off completely in any body of water. But Kurama had gotten use to the feeling of another person's blood staining his hands very long ago. But in this lifetime, a death of some one who he cared for. was different.
Kurama chuckled to himself, he had gone soft. This life was a double bladed sword. You experience happiness and joy with people you care about, but they end up dieing or leaving you behind, and then you experience pain.
~§~
"Something happened to my mom." Maya said in the silence that descended over the two girls.
"What did you say?" Botan asked turning around to face Maya.
"I think something happened to my mother, I can tell."
~§~
After about thirty minutes of thinking, Kurama stood up and walked to his mother and father's room, to see if his mother was sleeping yet.
He walked softly into his mothers' room, to hear her crying in her sleep. Kurama's face turned sympathetic at the thought of what his mothers' dreams could be like. He left his mothers room as quickly as he entered.
Kurama quickly exited outside, and decided to take a short walk before heading off to Reikai.
~§~
"Can you retrieve my journal for me, please? I do not think my mother did."
"Why do you think that?"
Maya's eyes turned cold, "I just have a feeling, and I think it was because."
~§~
A black Labrador puppy wandered the streets; this ribs rippling under the thin layer of skin with each small step.
I whined softly at every person who acknowledged his presence, but they moved on. The puppies' stomach growled at the lacking of food, as the puppy whimpered louder and it started to sniff the ground for any possible substance.
It then came upon a tipped over trashcan, most likely from the wind. Inside was a brown paper fast food bag. The puppy leaned in and dragged it out with his mouth, and then tore it open.
The puppy's eyes lit up for the first time since its owner threw him out on the streets. Inside was a half eaten hamburger and French fires (A/N: Or, should I say, American Fries?). It then began to eat with ravishing bites, eyes darting around, making sure no one was getting close to its meal. But, there was none.
A shadow then cast itself over the puppies thin body. It looked up fearfully and cringed, afraid of getting hurt, all of its hunger delayed out of its mind.
It did not get a chance to look at the persons face as gentle, loving hands scooped it up carefully off of the ground. He heard, "Do not be afraid, I will take you some place dry and give you something to eat. Then, we will see where it goes from there." The voice was full of love; something the puppy was unaccustomed too. It tilted its head up and got a look at the person's face. The puppy had not seen such green, kind, gentle eyes that seemed like just the front cover that did not even scratch the soul.
The young man's left hand scratched behind the puppy's ear as a piece of his red hair came down in front of the puppies nose, causing it to sneeze.
"We are first going to take a short trip, and then we are going to go back to my home, okay little guy?"
The puppy could decipher that the young man hopped he could keep the puppy, that is why he was going to take him home with him.
The puppies' eyes shone completely from happiness for the first time in it's 8-month-old life.
~§~
I am finally done! Yes!
I am going to end this soon, I see no other way on how to continue it to the last chapter. There will probably be about, ohhh, say. 3-5 more chapters.
And I am also sorry for the delay; my life has taken a 90-degree plunge into hell lately.