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.::For this chapter especially, I have decided to write in Kurama's POV::. *When it turns back to normal POV, I'll make a note*
*******Chapter 13 - Hell Hath no Fury*******
..::Kurama's POV::..
Creak. Creeeak. The infectious sound rang in my ears. Creeeak. I wish it'd stop, I wish I had the energy to move forward and stop the terrible noise. But I couldn't. My body was paralyzed with horror; it wouldn't obey when I commanded myself to move. Creeeeak. That ghastly noise. Coming from the tree. Coming from the rope tied to the tree branch. Creeeak. The rope my mother suspended from by her neck. Lifeless.
She was dead. Hung. From a tree by her delicate neck. I looked up at her, at my beautiful mother. Her neck and face had turned a bluish color from being strung up there and bruises, ranging everywhere from red to black, covered almost every inch of her skin, but never the less she was beautiful. As I gazed at her motionless body, horrorstruck, a disturbing feeling filled me. The feeling that makes you want to throw up, the terrifying feeling of loss....
"Mother...." I whispered, already choking up. "Who did this to you....? Who did this?!" My usual calm was gone, replaced by fury. This was my mother....my ONLY FAMILY....! Youko's soul inside me suddenly flared up with anger....no. Youko was my angry emotion, the source of all my rage. It could've only come from him.
My mother is dead. Those dreadful four words I hoped never to hear. Dead....that word alone echoed in my head. My mother was killed....! I want revenge. I want vengeance. I want to see the jaws of death devour the murderer alive.
Murderer. There were a couple of criminals I could think of that could've done it but only one person came to my mind. Only one creature vile enough, despicable enough to cold bloodedly kill one of the several people I truly cared about. Akumo. Last time, I watched that felon practically rip Hiei's heart in half by killing Yukina. He walked away in sick satisfaction, knowing he had probably scarred poor Hiei's mind forever. I will not allow it to happen again; I won't let him take advantage of our unsuspecting hearts and attack those close to it.
Before I even knew it, I was screaming. "AKUMO! GET OUT HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!!" My lips moved but I yelled with Youko's fury. "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE, YOU TWISTED PSYCHO!!! COME OUT AND FIGHT ME!!!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yusuke and the others, minus Hiei and Yukina, rushing towards me. I don't need their help; not to be arrogant but I alone am perfectly capable of ripping Akumo's head clean off his neck.
"AKUMO! COWARD!!! DESPICABLE BASTARD! FIGHT ME, DAMMIT!!!" I screamed at the air. I screamed every curse and insult I knew. Hiei would've been proud.
I was so busy yelling at air, I didn't even notice the tear that ran down the side of my face. Until it fell onto my sleeve and created a damp spot that is.
"Kurama...." Someone murmured. It was Yusuke. He had seen her hanging from the tree as did the others. "I'm sorry...." Yusuke said gently.
Sorry? Sorry for what? For not saving her? For her death in my part? No. I should be the one who's sorry. Sorry I failed miserably to protect her. Sorry I couldn't even muster up the strength to look at her again. Sorry I am such a weak willed useless being....
There it was. That familiar youki. The youki of a bloodthirsty killer....Akumo. He stood under the tree where she hung, smirking with that disgustingly foul grin on his face. "You called?" He asked calmly. Like he didn't care at all. Of course not, he was the murderer.
"BASTARD!!!" popped out of my mouth. I wasn't even aware of the transformed rose whip in my hand, wasn't even aware I was violently lashing at him. It was complete instinct. But to no avail, the deadly rose whip met air as Akumo dodged my slashes. He retaliated by shooting a web of sticky thread at me. Too easy. I simply sliced the web up and peered around. Revenge was going to be easier than I thought.
*Normal POV* (For me, battles are hard to write from a character's POV. But I will revert back to Kurama's POV soon)
Kurama stood in a defensive position, tense and alert. In a flash, Akumo was behind the fox, wrapping a thick strand of web around his neck and attempting to choke Kurama to death. Yusuke immediately raised his index finger and focused his spirit energy. Kurama caught the quick movement and shot the detective a remorseful glare.
"Sorry...." Kurama slashed the thread choking him in half and continued fighting Akumo. "But back off, Yusuke! This is my battle!" Stunned, Yusuke lowered his hand and stepped back. In all their time of being spirit detectives together, the human boy had never heard Kurama snap so sharply like he just did. Akumo finally drew his weapon, Web Slayer, and began countering Kurama's own attacks. He managed to nick startled Kurama on the shoulder with the sharp blade. The kitsune grimaced but did not stop blocking.
"Rose whip lash!" The last slash of the series got Akumo on the arm. But it didn't faze him; Akumo hit Kurama roughly in the stomach with his weapon and the fox was sent flying into a tree. Kurama cried out then slowly sank down the tree into a slump.
"Kurama!" gasped Kori who was being shielded by Yusuke.
"Hey! Wouldn't it be easier if we helped you?!" Yusuke yelled. He was itching to kick some spider demon ass. Kurama shakily stood up and wiped his jaw. His hand came away red. Blood.
*Kurama's POV*
No, Yusuke. This is my fight. Mine. You don't know. Your mother wasn't killed and hung on a tree. You didn't feel helpless when you watched her body swing slightly in the wind. You don't know the guilt I feel when I think of how I maybe could've protected her. Saved her from this fate. Stopped her suffering. That's why this is my battle alone.
As cold as I seem right now, I don't care. I ignored Yusuke's previous question and he took my silence for a no. The taste of blood was acid in my mouth; I spat it out. Akumo walked up to me and smirked. How I hated that smirk. I wanted to tear it off his face.
"Are we finished already? Too bad. I thought you were tougher than that. But the fact is you're just a weakling."
I will make you eat those words later, Akumo. Stay patient; your death is approaching.
"I might spare you if you beg. Go on, Kurama. Beg....Beg for mercy!"
Never. As Akumo was taunting me, I was slowly regaining my power. I need as much spirit energy as I can possible gather to finish this bastard off.
"Beg just like your worthless mother did." I bristled at the insult; Akumo must've seen me stiffen with anger because his sneer grew wider. "She pleaded for mercy like a pathetic weakling up until the point I strung her....!"
"BASTARD!!! DIE!!!" I snarled, unable to control my fury any longer. Suddenly my soul was pushed down. Rage and anger took over my entire body. 'Oh god.' I thought. 'I'm changing....!'
I watched as my red hair turned silver. My school uniform was instantly replaced by white clothing and furry silver ears made their way painfully onto my head. My canine teeth lengthened and sharpened into fangs as my nails grew into claws. My eyes stung for a moment and I assume they converted to an amber color. Youko Kurama has returned.
I, as Suichi, suddenly understood what happened. Because of my anger, Youko's soul got stronger. He had fed off of my rage until he was powerful enough to bury my soul and allow his own to rise to the surface. This was going to be interesting.
"You....! You're....!" Akumo's face lit up with pure delight. "Youko Kurama! For years, I had imagined of meeting such a clever fiend and fighting with you...." Helpless to contain Youko's soul, the only thing I can do is watch him eventually tear Akumo into pieces. Watch him through his eyes. How ironic.
Youko smiled cruelly; his cold amber eyes shone with joy at being free again. "Fiend?" He asked in a low rumbling voice. So many before had trembled at the sound of it. "You are mistaken; the only fiend around here is yourself. Suichi seems to be quite furious at you. Furious enough to loosen my restraints and let me roam free again."
"Enough talk. Let's fight, Youko. And see who's the more powerful!" Akumo brandished his weapon. Youko Kurama's smile grew wider.
"Feh. You pitiful fool.... To want to fight me is to die."
*How was it? Was the story from Kurama's POV okay? I know this was shorter than usual; sorry! Thanks for reading and please review!
*Hey guys! Thanks for reviews and for keeping up with this fic! Please, if you have some spare time, check out my new fic Icy Heart. I need to know whether or not its a keeper; thanks! Enjoy!
.::For this chapter especially, I have decided to write in Kurama's POV::. *When it turns back to normal POV, I'll make a note*
*******Chapter 13 - Hell Hath no Fury*******
..::Kurama's POV::..
Creak. Creeeak. The infectious sound rang in my ears. Creeeak. I wish it'd stop, I wish I had the energy to move forward and stop the terrible noise. But I couldn't. My body was paralyzed with horror; it wouldn't obey when I commanded myself to move. Creeeeak. That ghastly noise. Coming from the tree. Coming from the rope tied to the tree branch. Creeeak. The rope my mother suspended from by her neck. Lifeless.
She was dead. Hung. From a tree by her delicate neck. I looked up at her, at my beautiful mother. Her neck and face had turned a bluish color from being strung up there and bruises, ranging everywhere from red to black, covered almost every inch of her skin, but never the less she was beautiful. As I gazed at her motionless body, horrorstruck, a disturbing feeling filled me. The feeling that makes you want to throw up, the terrifying feeling of loss....
"Mother...." I whispered, already choking up. "Who did this to you....? Who did this?!" My usual calm was gone, replaced by fury. This was my mother....my ONLY FAMILY....! Youko's soul inside me suddenly flared up with anger....no. Youko was my angry emotion, the source of all my rage. It could've only come from him.
My mother is dead. Those dreadful four words I hoped never to hear. Dead....that word alone echoed in my head. My mother was killed....! I want revenge. I want vengeance. I want to see the jaws of death devour the murderer alive.
Murderer. There were a couple of criminals I could think of that could've done it but only one person came to my mind. Only one creature vile enough, despicable enough to cold bloodedly kill one of the several people I truly cared about. Akumo. Last time, I watched that felon practically rip Hiei's heart in half by killing Yukina. He walked away in sick satisfaction, knowing he had probably scarred poor Hiei's mind forever. I will not allow it to happen again; I won't let him take advantage of our unsuspecting hearts and attack those close to it.
Before I even knew it, I was screaming. "AKUMO! GET OUT HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!!" My lips moved but I yelled with Youko's fury. "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE, YOU TWISTED PSYCHO!!! COME OUT AND FIGHT ME!!!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yusuke and the others, minus Hiei and Yukina, rushing towards me. I don't need their help; not to be arrogant but I alone am perfectly capable of ripping Akumo's head clean off his neck.
"AKUMO! COWARD!!! DESPICABLE BASTARD! FIGHT ME, DAMMIT!!!" I screamed at the air. I screamed every curse and insult I knew. Hiei would've been proud.
I was so busy yelling at air, I didn't even notice the tear that ran down the side of my face. Until it fell onto my sleeve and created a damp spot that is.
"Kurama...." Someone murmured. It was Yusuke. He had seen her hanging from the tree as did the others. "I'm sorry...." Yusuke said gently.
Sorry? Sorry for what? For not saving her? For her death in my part? No. I should be the one who's sorry. Sorry I failed miserably to protect her. Sorry I couldn't even muster up the strength to look at her again. Sorry I am such a weak willed useless being....
There it was. That familiar youki. The youki of a bloodthirsty killer....Akumo. He stood under the tree where she hung, smirking with that disgustingly foul grin on his face. "You called?" He asked calmly. Like he didn't care at all. Of course not, he was the murderer.
"BASTARD!!!" popped out of my mouth. I wasn't even aware of the transformed rose whip in my hand, wasn't even aware I was violently lashing at him. It was complete instinct. But to no avail, the deadly rose whip met air as Akumo dodged my slashes. He retaliated by shooting a web of sticky thread at me. Too easy. I simply sliced the web up and peered around. Revenge was going to be easier than I thought.
*Normal POV* (For me, battles are hard to write from a character's POV. But I will revert back to Kurama's POV soon)
Kurama stood in a defensive position, tense and alert. In a flash, Akumo was behind the fox, wrapping a thick strand of web around his neck and attempting to choke Kurama to death. Yusuke immediately raised his index finger and focused his spirit energy. Kurama caught the quick movement and shot the detective a remorseful glare.
"Sorry...." Kurama slashed the thread choking him in half and continued fighting Akumo. "But back off, Yusuke! This is my battle!" Stunned, Yusuke lowered his hand and stepped back. In all their time of being spirit detectives together, the human boy had never heard Kurama snap so sharply like he just did. Akumo finally drew his weapon, Web Slayer, and began countering Kurama's own attacks. He managed to nick startled Kurama on the shoulder with the sharp blade. The kitsune grimaced but did not stop blocking.
"Rose whip lash!" The last slash of the series got Akumo on the arm. But it didn't faze him; Akumo hit Kurama roughly in the stomach with his weapon and the fox was sent flying into a tree. Kurama cried out then slowly sank down the tree into a slump.
"Kurama!" gasped Kori who was being shielded by Yusuke.
"Hey! Wouldn't it be easier if we helped you?!" Yusuke yelled. He was itching to kick some spider demon ass. Kurama shakily stood up and wiped his jaw. His hand came away red. Blood.
*Kurama's POV*
No, Yusuke. This is my fight. Mine. You don't know. Your mother wasn't killed and hung on a tree. You didn't feel helpless when you watched her body swing slightly in the wind. You don't know the guilt I feel when I think of how I maybe could've protected her. Saved her from this fate. Stopped her suffering. That's why this is my battle alone.
As cold as I seem right now, I don't care. I ignored Yusuke's previous question and he took my silence for a no. The taste of blood was acid in my mouth; I spat it out. Akumo walked up to me and smirked. How I hated that smirk. I wanted to tear it off his face.
"Are we finished already? Too bad. I thought you were tougher than that. But the fact is you're just a weakling."
I will make you eat those words later, Akumo. Stay patient; your death is approaching.
"I might spare you if you beg. Go on, Kurama. Beg....Beg for mercy!"
Never. As Akumo was taunting me, I was slowly regaining my power. I need as much spirit energy as I can possible gather to finish this bastard off.
"Beg just like your worthless mother did." I bristled at the insult; Akumo must've seen me stiffen with anger because his sneer grew wider. "She pleaded for mercy like a pathetic weakling up until the point I strung her....!"
"BASTARD!!! DIE!!!" I snarled, unable to control my fury any longer. Suddenly my soul was pushed down. Rage and anger took over my entire body. 'Oh god.' I thought. 'I'm changing....!'
I watched as my red hair turned silver. My school uniform was instantly replaced by white clothing and furry silver ears made their way painfully onto my head. My canine teeth lengthened and sharpened into fangs as my nails grew into claws. My eyes stung for a moment and I assume they converted to an amber color. Youko Kurama has returned.
I, as Suichi, suddenly understood what happened. Because of my anger, Youko's soul got stronger. He had fed off of my rage until he was powerful enough to bury my soul and allow his own to rise to the surface. This was going to be interesting.
"You....! You're....!" Akumo's face lit up with pure delight. "Youko Kurama! For years, I had imagined of meeting such a clever fiend and fighting with you...." Helpless to contain Youko's soul, the only thing I can do is watch him eventually tear Akumo into pieces. Watch him through his eyes. How ironic.
Youko smiled cruelly; his cold amber eyes shone with joy at being free again. "Fiend?" He asked in a low rumbling voice. So many before had trembled at the sound of it. "You are mistaken; the only fiend around here is yourself. Suichi seems to be quite furious at you. Furious enough to loosen my restraints and let me roam free again."
"Enough talk. Let's fight, Youko. And see who's the more powerful!" Akumo brandished his weapon. Youko Kurama's smile grew wider.
"Feh. You pitiful fool.... To want to fight me is to die."
*How was it? Was the story from Kurama's POV okay? I know this was shorter than usual; sorry! Thanks for reading and please review!
