I'm baaaaaa~aaaaack! ^_^
I know you all have been waiting patiently (and not-so-patiently) for the sequel to "Angel's Wings", so I've been working my @$$ off-
Kirae: *yells from kitchen* Try sitting in bed reading and eating leftover Halloween candy!
Me: Shut up! They weren't supposed to know that! Anyways, I've been typing up this story so that all my faithful slaves - I mean, fans of Medra and her story can read what happened next. Oh, and all you newbies can enjoy this too, but I'd recommend reading "Angel's Wings" first. It gives the background story of Medra.
Enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer: Why do I have to say this so many times? Is it because you don't believe me?
Kirae: -_-; Don't flatter yourself.
All right, all right, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Warnings: There is some romance in this story between Medra and Kurama. I know most of you would rather not see Kurama paired with an original character, but it's an essential part of this story. The following stories will also be Medra/Kurama, but the main focus is on the plot, not their relationship. So please don't disconsider this just because it has an OC paired up with one of the characters.
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Angels, Demons and Sacrifices
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"SPIRIT GUN!!!"
BANG!!!
It was a calm summer's day in the suburbs of Tokyo. Warm, but not too hot. The sky was blue... the birds were singing...
And Medra Tsunimayo was powering up for another shot at the target 20 feet away.
A drop of sweat ran down her face as she let the blast loose, exulting when it hit the target dead center. She marvelled at the extent to which her powers had grown in just one year. Twelve months ago, she had been just another wannabe. She had had potential, true, but it took training to bring potential out and turn it into talent...
The sound of clapping made her head turn to the fence railing where her tutor was sitting, shaking his head in admiration. He saw her glance and smiled, his green eyes laughing. She grinned back.
... And training she had recieved.
"That was excellent," said Kurama, jumping off the railing and coming towards her. "Right on the mark. You really have progressed immensely from when we met."
"Thanks to you," she laughed, hitting him on the shoulder playfully. "If you hadn't agreed to train me, I don't know what I would have done."
"Most likely wasted that talent and stayed lonely all your life," he answered.
"Probably," she agreed. Then she sighed. "It's really nice to have some friends who just accept me as I am, instead of just seeing... this all the time." She indicated the pair of white, feathery wings on her back. They fluttered slightly with her movement.
"Now, now," the former thief chided gently, "I thought we had agreed to see your wings as a gift, not a curse. Most people would give anything to have a pair of wings and be able to fly."
"Well, they can have them," she declared, sitting back onto the fence. "They're more trouble than they're worth."
Kurama smiled gently and sat next to her. "You know you don't mean that."
"I do!" Medra protested. "It's because of these things on my back that I had to move away, and they're the reason I can't go out in public for more than two hours. Personally, I think the drawbacks far outweigh the benefits."
"But if you didn't have them, you wouldn't be able to fly," he reminded her.
"True," she conceded.
"...You wouldn't have met me."
"Hmm?"
Medra stirred from her own thoughts and looked at Kurama. He was gazing at her with a mixture of admiration, understanding, kindness, and...
Was that love?
"Kurama?..."
"Shhh."
Gently - oh so gently - he took her hands in his, leaned forward, and kissed her.
Medra remained still for a moment, shocked. Her hand reached up to touch her lips. "Wha..."
"I love you, Medra."
She looked at the kitsune, who was even now gazing at her with his deep green eyes, so lovingly it took her breath away. This was the one who had first found her wandering the halls of the stadium on Hanging Neck Isle. This was the one who had talked her into going home after she had run away from guilt. This was the one who had trained her, who had stood by her, even when she was ready to just give up and cry from hopelessness of it all.
Her eyes filled with tears.
"I love you too, Kurama," she whispered as they embraced.
And a shadow detatched itself from the bole of the tree above them and sped away.
Half an hour later, a low-class demon whispered something in its master's ear. An unpleasant smile crossed the hidden one's face, and a voice came from the shadows. "An angel, hmm?"
"...Bring her along too."
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Aaaaaaaand cliffie.
So, how d'ya like it? Was it good? Bad? Excellent? Horrendous? Tell me what you think. And if I get some reviews, maybe I'll continue, hmm?
*Angry mob starts gathering outside authoress's house*
O_O Gotta go! Review and I'll update! Bye!
I know you all have been waiting patiently (and not-so-patiently) for the sequel to "Angel's Wings", so I've been working my @$$ off-
Kirae: *yells from kitchen* Try sitting in bed reading and eating leftover Halloween candy!
Me: Shut up! They weren't supposed to know that! Anyways, I've been typing up this story so that all my faithful slaves - I mean, fans of Medra and her story can read what happened next. Oh, and all you newbies can enjoy this too, but I'd recommend reading "Angel's Wings" first. It gives the background story of Medra.
Enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer: Why do I have to say this so many times? Is it because you don't believe me?
Kirae: -_-; Don't flatter yourself.
All right, all right, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Warnings: There is some romance in this story between Medra and Kurama. I know most of you would rather not see Kurama paired with an original character, but it's an essential part of this story. The following stories will also be Medra/Kurama, but the main focus is on the plot, not their relationship. So please don't disconsider this just because it has an OC paired up with one of the characters.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angels, Demons and Sacrifices
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"SPIRIT GUN!!!"
BANG!!!
It was a calm summer's day in the suburbs of Tokyo. Warm, but not too hot. The sky was blue... the birds were singing...
And Medra Tsunimayo was powering up for another shot at the target 20 feet away.
A drop of sweat ran down her face as she let the blast loose, exulting when it hit the target dead center. She marvelled at the extent to which her powers had grown in just one year. Twelve months ago, she had been just another wannabe. She had had potential, true, but it took training to bring potential out and turn it into talent...
The sound of clapping made her head turn to the fence railing where her tutor was sitting, shaking his head in admiration. He saw her glance and smiled, his green eyes laughing. She grinned back.
... And training she had recieved.
"That was excellent," said Kurama, jumping off the railing and coming towards her. "Right on the mark. You really have progressed immensely from when we met."
"Thanks to you," she laughed, hitting him on the shoulder playfully. "If you hadn't agreed to train me, I don't know what I would have done."
"Most likely wasted that talent and stayed lonely all your life," he answered.
"Probably," she agreed. Then she sighed. "It's really nice to have some friends who just accept me as I am, instead of just seeing... this all the time." She indicated the pair of white, feathery wings on her back. They fluttered slightly with her movement.
"Now, now," the former thief chided gently, "I thought we had agreed to see your wings as a gift, not a curse. Most people would give anything to have a pair of wings and be able to fly."
"Well, they can have them," she declared, sitting back onto the fence. "They're more trouble than they're worth."
Kurama smiled gently and sat next to her. "You know you don't mean that."
"I do!" Medra protested. "It's because of these things on my back that I had to move away, and they're the reason I can't go out in public for more than two hours. Personally, I think the drawbacks far outweigh the benefits."
"But if you didn't have them, you wouldn't be able to fly," he reminded her.
"True," she conceded.
"...You wouldn't have met me."
"Hmm?"
Medra stirred from her own thoughts and looked at Kurama. He was gazing at her with a mixture of admiration, understanding, kindness, and...
Was that love?
"Kurama?..."
"Shhh."
Gently - oh so gently - he took her hands in his, leaned forward, and kissed her.
Medra remained still for a moment, shocked. Her hand reached up to touch her lips. "Wha..."
"I love you, Medra."
She looked at the kitsune, who was even now gazing at her with his deep green eyes, so lovingly it took her breath away. This was the one who had first found her wandering the halls of the stadium on Hanging Neck Isle. This was the one who had talked her into going home after she had run away from guilt. This was the one who had trained her, who had stood by her, even when she was ready to just give up and cry from hopelessness of it all.
Her eyes filled with tears.
"I love you too, Kurama," she whispered as they embraced.
And a shadow detatched itself from the bole of the tree above them and sped away.
Half an hour later, a low-class demon whispered something in its master's ear. An unpleasant smile crossed the hidden one's face, and a voice came from the shadows. "An angel, hmm?"
"...Bring her along too."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aaaaaaaand cliffie.
So, how d'ya like it? Was it good? Bad? Excellent? Horrendous? Tell me what you think. And if I get some reviews, maybe I'll continue, hmm?
*Angry mob starts gathering outside authoress's house*
O_O Gotta go! Review and I'll update! Bye!