I am in the middle of a total writer's block at the moment, so sorry
if this sucks. (which it will)
Hiei: Don't all your stories suck?
Nagem: Not all! At least some people like them!
Hiei: Not from what I've heard!
Nagem: You're not the one sending reveiws.
Hiei: Hn. Nagem does not own Yu Yu Hakusho. AND THANK THE GODS THAT SHE DOESN'T!!!
Nagem: Mwahahaha.
(He was floating. It was nice to float like this. There was no trouble whatsoever in floating. Just there, with nothing else mattering, nothing else bothering his mind. . . .
*Kuronue!* Kuronue rolled over in the air and looked down to see Youko Kurama, hand over eyes, glaring at him from the ground. *You should come down!*
*Coming!* Kuronue called. Something was off, suddenly, but Kuronue couldn't put a finger on it. He went to dive down, but found he could no longer move. He felt something plunge into his back and through his middle, as several other things made their way through his legs and arms. He looked to see bamboo poles sticking out of him. Yes, this was how he almost died, how he lost his partner. On a whim, he called, *Kurama!*
*KURONUE!!* The youko's voice was stricken with fear and laced with pain. Kuronue looked down and saw an arrow shaft sticking out from where his heart would be. *Don't you ever forget me, Kuronue, don't you ever, or I'll be back. . . . *)
Kuronue woke with a gasp, and for several agonizing moments, he didn't know where he was as he thrashed about, his only thought being to rescue Kurama. Finally, he looked around at the bunk bed he had been occupying for weeks now. He put one thin hand to his face. (Just a dream,) he told himself. There was one thing, though. He had been having the same dream for weeks on end. It had to be just a dream, though. He sat up, and hit his head on the low ceiling of the jail cell that he lived in.
"The dream again?" asked a voice. Kuronue looked over to see his cell- mate, Jeroun, looking at him from the ground. "What was it about this time?"
"Same as always," Kuronue said, carefully making his way out of bed as not to hit his head again. Jeroun's face went from slightly concerned to curious.
"What?" Kuronue asked, noticing the change in the other demon's face.
"With . . . him?" Jeroun's voice was deadly quiet.
"Yes," Kuronue whispered. "Him." Jeroun, who had grown up with boogie man stories about Kuronue's old partner, did not dare to speak the kitsune's name aloud. He was too afraid.
"Do you think it means something?" he asked.
"No," Kuronue said. "Youko is dead. I wasn't even there when he died. I was too busy trying to recover from the attack that he thought killed me."
"The attack that got you captured?"
"Yes," Kuronue said. "I don't even know if that's how he died. He could have gotten sick, or anything, for all I know."
"You two were my idols," Jeroun said. "As soon as I became a thief, you two were the heroes I hoped to meet, perhaps even join."
"I'm nothing to what Youko was," Kuronue said, bowing his head.
"Most people don't see it that way," Jeroun said. "He was already famous by the time you met him, just not. . . . "
"I don't need to hear it," Kuronue said. With that, the breakfast bell chimed, and the two demons were put under spell before they were brought out to the mess hall to eat.
About an hour later, Kuronue and Jeroun had yet to start on their labor for the day. They had just been whipped for participating in a riot in the mess hall (Kuronue had started it) and were pressed for time as they made their way out onto the quarry, bound together by yoki-resistant handcuffs. Kuronue thought hard about Youko Kurama as he threw blow after blow onto the large rocks bordering the jail that never broke.
"I'm gonna do it," he said aloud, pausing in the middle of a strike. Jeroun, who had found a rythm to Kuronue's movement, was thrown off-balance by the sudden pause in work.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm gonna break out of here," Kuronue said. "I'm gonna get out of here and start a new life." His eyes sparkled like they always did when an insane idea popped into his head.
"Let me put this bluntly; are you INSANE??" Jeroun asked him. "You'd never get away with it. They'd catch you before you were a foot away from this place."
"It would be what Youko would want me to do," Kuronue said, throwing another blow onto a rock and catching Jeroun off-balance again.
"Are you gonna risk your life on what some old fox would want you to do?" Jeroun asked, completely forgetting who they were talking about. And as soon as he said it, he knew he had made a mistake.
"Don't talk about Youko Kurama that way," Kuronue said. "Never insult him. He was my dearest friend, and he would have willingly sacrificed his life for me, if I had given him the chace to."
"Sorry," Jeroun said quickly, wilting under the other yokai's rage. "I just mean, he's DEAD, and you're ALIVE, and I just don't think it's wise to risk your life for someone who's dead."
"I'm not risking it 'for' him, I'm risking it in memory of him," Kuronue said.
"SAME FRIGGIN' THING!!!" Jeroun yelled. Then they heard a voice.
"Is one of you Jeroun the fire appiriton?" It was one of the ogres who ran the place. They were all Koenma's servants, but only the roughest and toughest could handle the job of jailkeeper. Kuronue and Jeroun both looked at the ogre, both confused on why he was there for Jeroun.
"Yes," Jeroun said. "I am."
"You are to come with me."
"What for?"
"Because your crime was not a serious one, Master Koenma has decided to give you a chance to free yourself," the ogre explained, and began walking away. "Take it or leave it." Jeroun, shocked, turned to Kuronue.
"I should go," he said as the handcuffs vanished, only to come back around Kuronue's wrists. "But I don't want to leave you here."
"Go," Kuronue said. "Go for me, go for Youko. And I'll try and find you when I break out of here, be it one hundred years or one thousand."
"Thank you," Jeroun said as he ran after the ogre. Kuronue watched him go, tears in his eyes, wondering why everyone he ever tried to care about was taken away from him. Hey! You likey? You hatey? Either way, flames will be ignored because I really don't care.
Oh, and I really wanted to start the next part here, but I thought it would build up suspense more if I left it till later. Sound good? If you want me to post the next chapter, please review.
AND I REALLY AM SORRY IF IT SUCKS BEYOND ALL REASON!!! I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A GREAT BIG, STINKIN' WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!
Nagem: Not all! At least some people like them!
Hiei: Not from what I've heard!
Nagem: You're not the one sending reveiws.
Hiei: Hn. Nagem does not own Yu Yu Hakusho. AND THANK THE GODS THAT SHE DOESN'T!!!
Nagem: Mwahahaha.
(He was floating. It was nice to float like this. There was no trouble whatsoever in floating. Just there, with nothing else mattering, nothing else bothering his mind. . . .
*Kuronue!* Kuronue rolled over in the air and looked down to see Youko Kurama, hand over eyes, glaring at him from the ground. *You should come down!*
*Coming!* Kuronue called. Something was off, suddenly, but Kuronue couldn't put a finger on it. He went to dive down, but found he could no longer move. He felt something plunge into his back and through his middle, as several other things made their way through his legs and arms. He looked to see bamboo poles sticking out of him. Yes, this was how he almost died, how he lost his partner. On a whim, he called, *Kurama!*
*KURONUE!!* The youko's voice was stricken with fear and laced with pain. Kuronue looked down and saw an arrow shaft sticking out from where his heart would be. *Don't you ever forget me, Kuronue, don't you ever, or I'll be back. . . . *)
Kuronue woke with a gasp, and for several agonizing moments, he didn't know where he was as he thrashed about, his only thought being to rescue Kurama. Finally, he looked around at the bunk bed he had been occupying for weeks now. He put one thin hand to his face. (Just a dream,) he told himself. There was one thing, though. He had been having the same dream for weeks on end. It had to be just a dream, though. He sat up, and hit his head on the low ceiling of the jail cell that he lived in.
"The dream again?" asked a voice. Kuronue looked over to see his cell- mate, Jeroun, looking at him from the ground. "What was it about this time?"
"Same as always," Kuronue said, carefully making his way out of bed as not to hit his head again. Jeroun's face went from slightly concerned to curious.
"What?" Kuronue asked, noticing the change in the other demon's face.
"With . . . him?" Jeroun's voice was deadly quiet.
"Yes," Kuronue whispered. "Him." Jeroun, who had grown up with boogie man stories about Kuronue's old partner, did not dare to speak the kitsune's name aloud. He was too afraid.
"Do you think it means something?" he asked.
"No," Kuronue said. "Youko is dead. I wasn't even there when he died. I was too busy trying to recover from the attack that he thought killed me."
"The attack that got you captured?"
"Yes," Kuronue said. "I don't even know if that's how he died. He could have gotten sick, or anything, for all I know."
"You two were my idols," Jeroun said. "As soon as I became a thief, you two were the heroes I hoped to meet, perhaps even join."
"I'm nothing to what Youko was," Kuronue said, bowing his head.
"Most people don't see it that way," Jeroun said. "He was already famous by the time you met him, just not. . . . "
"I don't need to hear it," Kuronue said. With that, the breakfast bell chimed, and the two demons were put under spell before they were brought out to the mess hall to eat.
About an hour later, Kuronue and Jeroun had yet to start on their labor for the day. They had just been whipped for participating in a riot in the mess hall (Kuronue had started it) and were pressed for time as they made their way out onto the quarry, bound together by yoki-resistant handcuffs. Kuronue thought hard about Youko Kurama as he threw blow after blow onto the large rocks bordering the jail that never broke.
"I'm gonna do it," he said aloud, pausing in the middle of a strike. Jeroun, who had found a rythm to Kuronue's movement, was thrown off-balance by the sudden pause in work.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm gonna break out of here," Kuronue said. "I'm gonna get out of here and start a new life." His eyes sparkled like they always did when an insane idea popped into his head.
"Let me put this bluntly; are you INSANE??" Jeroun asked him. "You'd never get away with it. They'd catch you before you were a foot away from this place."
"It would be what Youko would want me to do," Kuronue said, throwing another blow onto a rock and catching Jeroun off-balance again.
"Are you gonna risk your life on what some old fox would want you to do?" Jeroun asked, completely forgetting who they were talking about. And as soon as he said it, he knew he had made a mistake.
"Don't talk about Youko Kurama that way," Kuronue said. "Never insult him. He was my dearest friend, and he would have willingly sacrificed his life for me, if I had given him the chace to."
"Sorry," Jeroun said quickly, wilting under the other yokai's rage. "I just mean, he's DEAD, and you're ALIVE, and I just don't think it's wise to risk your life for someone who's dead."
"I'm not risking it 'for' him, I'm risking it in memory of him," Kuronue said.
"SAME FRIGGIN' THING!!!" Jeroun yelled. Then they heard a voice.
"Is one of you Jeroun the fire appiriton?" It was one of the ogres who ran the place. They were all Koenma's servants, but only the roughest and toughest could handle the job of jailkeeper. Kuronue and Jeroun both looked at the ogre, both confused on why he was there for Jeroun.
"Yes," Jeroun said. "I am."
"You are to come with me."
"What for?"
"Because your crime was not a serious one, Master Koenma has decided to give you a chance to free yourself," the ogre explained, and began walking away. "Take it or leave it." Jeroun, shocked, turned to Kuronue.
"I should go," he said as the handcuffs vanished, only to come back around Kuronue's wrists. "But I don't want to leave you here."
"Go," Kuronue said. "Go for me, go for Youko. And I'll try and find you when I break out of here, be it one hundred years or one thousand."
"Thank you," Jeroun said as he ran after the ogre. Kuronue watched him go, tears in his eyes, wondering why everyone he ever tried to care about was taken away from him. Hey! You likey? You hatey? Either way, flames will be ignored because I really don't care.
Oh, and I really wanted to start the next part here, but I thought it would build up suspense more if I left it till later. Sound good? If you want me to post the next chapter, please review.
AND I REALLY AM SORRY IF IT SUCKS BEYOND ALL REASON!!! I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A GREAT BIG, STINKIN' WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!