I made Shizuru a part of my story because I like her and felt that it is
really sad for her not to be able to be with Sakyo, so I created a
circumstance for them to be together. But I still can't get clear whether I
should be sad for Kuwabara and others or be happy for Shizuru.
Yusuke's POV
I pounded on the door of Minnamino residence hard and frantic. Sweat dripped down my face, as anxiety grew stronger in my heart. I had ran all the way here to et Kurama and Hiei.
"Hiei! Kurama! OPEN UP!!!"
The pounding sound vibrated through the empty house. No sound of anyone coming to get the door.
"Shit! Just where are they when you need them?"
I rounded to the back of the house and attempted one last try to see if they were there before leaving to turn the world upside down in search of the pair. It took me almost eternity to climb that tree beside Kurama's bedroom window. The mess in my mind and the urgent pressing of Koenma before I left for here all mead my usual agile movements clumsy.
After balancing myself on the branches, I peered into the room and OH MY GOD! My jaw dropped open and my brain stooped dead, unable to respond to the scene before my eyes.
Kurama had his head buried in Hiei's chest, and his arms were wrapped tightly around Hiei's waist and hip. The latter had his right arm over the redhead's shoulder while his other arm acted as a pillow for Kurama. The thing that struck me most was that Hiei actually looked peaceful and almost CUTE!!!
I remembered my mission, so I jumped onto the windowsill, but that did not stop me form feeling exceptionally hot in the face.
"WAKE UP!"
Two pairs of eyes flew open and the two youkai quickly disengaged themselves form each other's embrace. Kurama flashed me an embarrassed smile, but Hiei just looked agitated that I had spoiled his good dreams.
"What takes you here so early?" Kurama enquired politely. I just realized that I was staring at him without blinking.
"Oh! Come, follow me. No time to explain," and I jumped back to the branch, slowly lowered myself down the tree. After I landed, I found Kurama and Hiei waiting for me at the bottom patiently. How did they get down?
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and soon, we were on top of a mountain. Koenma, Botan, Genkai, Yukian and Kuwabara formed a circle around something. Grief hang in the air and broken sobs were the only sound. The whole mountain seemed to be frozen, to mourn over the dead.
I went over and saw Shizuru's body once more. She looked the same. Yes, dead people could change no more. She had a knife in her heart, but judging from her expressions, it was suicide. Her eyes were closed, and her pale lips formed a gentle and content smile. She seemed to be comforted by death.
I did not know what to feel. Although I had been the Reikai Tantei for so long, I had rarely seen a dead human body, let alone someone who was so close to me. She was just fine the day before, bashing Kuwabara and taking long drags on her cigarette. Now she could never move again. The impact of death hit me with full force. When Genkai died, at least I knew who to blame, who to let out my frustrations to, but Shizuru just killed herself. Why did she do such a stupid thing?
"Why? WHY? Did you do this to yourself? To all of us?" Kuwabara suddenly started shaking her dead body, hoping that she would wake up and jab him in the ribs once more. Slowly, his violent outburst ebbed away an he dropped to his knees, letting his overflowing tears land on her blouse. "Why."
"Anybody has a clue to why she committed suicide?" Kurama asked.
"I may know the reason," Koenma answered and furrowed his brows.
"WHAT?!" Kuwabara shouted loud enough to be heard over 100 miles. All of us jumped except those typical calm people of the group - Genkai, Kurama and Hiei.
"See the lighter in her hand? Sakyo gave that to her before he died, and it was only witnessed by me. Maybe she knew about the other dimension, so she died so that she could see him once more."
"And did she succeed?"
Koenma inhaled deeply before responding to my question. "Yes, she did. I've checked the Reikai files and her soul is incomplete, and that is what I am afraid of. Souls going to places which are forbidden and Reikai is not even able to control that."
"Thus the whole definition of death is reversed. Is it good or bad? She looks so happy now," Kurama whispered thoughtfully.
"For good or bad, I do not car, but it is sure to cause chaos in all three worlds. Your jobs are to stop that, have I made myself clear? I do not want to find Yukina or anyone else dead the next time I come to Ningenkai. Now go and do what you are supposed to. Beware of Karasu, especially you two," and Koenma nodded to Hiei and Kurama before vanishing.
"Kuwabara, let her rest in peace and get on with your life. Be strong for her," I consoled and patted his shoulder.
"Don't be too hard on yourself. We will go and welcome my family back form their tip first, then we would go to mourn over Shizuru. She has chosen her own path, so maybe you should feel happy for her," Kurama said and without casting one last glance at us, he went down the mountain with Hiei. I could sense that something was disturbing him, but gave it no second thought while I followed Kuwabara as he carried the dead on her last journey.
Shizuru's POV
"What is your one last with?" a musical and soothing voice asked. It sounded feminine and childish, naïve and innocently jovial. It reminded me of someone's voice I heard before, but strangely, I could not recall his name and looks.
"I want to be with Sakyo-san," I replied without further thinking.
"Your wish is granted."
*
I blinked. Where am I? It seemed that all I experienced was a dream. Everything was grey. I was in a small room, with no windows and door. A neatly made bed took almost half of the space.
Was I dead? I guess so. That means I was a spirit then. The voice said that I could see Sakyo-san again and since I had no idea how to get into and out of a room with no openings, I only had the option to wait.
Suddenly, the wall before my eyes just came apart form the center and there stood the man who had never left my dreams. His eyes widened in seeing me, and quickly stepped inside, the walls joined behind him seamlessly. He was wearing grey shirt and pants, sort of like a working uniform, and it was painted with blood. I rushed forward, expecting to see serious injuries, but strangely, there was not even a bruise.
I felt is hand running through my hair, cupping my chin and lifting my eyes to meet his. I had never even got this close to him even when he was alive.
"How did you get here? This is the worst part of hell, and Koenma forbids normal souls from coming here, and how did you die?" he asked with a gentleness I had hardly received from anyone. It just made me want to cry.
"I don't really remember," I just realized, " but as long as I could stay with you, to be by your side, everything's fine."
"What about your family and friends?"
"Kazuma can manage well without me. He's not a kid anymore and I know I have to let go some day. I am not really that important to anyone, so I decided to take a chance and do what I want."
"But you are just wasting your time with me, a person who is already dead. I am not worth your sacrifice."
"Your soul is not dead, and to me it is not a sacrifice. I am just making myself more cheerful."
"You will regret."
"I never regret in my life, and never will."
He pulled me close and held me tight. I felt secure, not like what I usually was - being strong, look strong as if nothing could ever bother you, and always giving comfort to others. I was tired. I wished that someone could crack open my exterior mask and hold me as a vulnerable child, fragile, delicate and brittle. Just like what he was doing. I twirled a few strands of his long ebony hair in my fingers.
"Do you know why I chose to die when Koenma stated clearly that he did not want my life?"
"Why?"
"I know that if I am alive, it would be hard for you to cease liking me, but the more feelings you put into the relationship, the more your conscience waver. You would feel guilty for giving your heart to the enemy and your friendship with others would drift apart. I am not worth you to do so much for me, and I would have nothing in return. Therefore, I chose to let go of you, and I truly believe that you would suffer less without me."
"If we were alive, I might have the problems you mentioned, but let's put the society, kinship and friendship behind us since we are dead now. All I want to do is to see you and hold you in my arms everyday."
"Then promise me not to leave this room."
"Of course I won't. there's not even an opening in here, and why are things all grey?"
"Because you are the only colour in my life."
Hiei's POV
We had been home for an hour and all we did was sit in the living room, anticipating the sound of the doorbell which would announce the arrival of Shiori and the other two Ningen. He was rather thoughtful and somber, I guess because of Shizuru's death. Human emotions.
"Hiei, you once said that you would never die for someone, but if death is not the end, would you change your mind?" he broke the silence and stared at the air. It was more like he was looking though everything and into another dimension.
"Hn. You think too much, kitsune."
"Confusing, isn't it?" he turned to face me. His irises. I thought that I was plunged into a deep green sea, endless and full of sorrow, anguish and solemn. I sank, further and further into the depth. I wanted to say something, but did not know what. I could not breathe, my lungs filled by the cold green water.
DING-DONG!!!
I broke out of the trance. Kurama rose to welcome his "mother" and I just kept behind. Shiori was cheerful as usual, but there was something very wrong. A shade of dark appeared vaguely between her brows.
"Hiei, can you take the luggage upstairs?" Kurama said as he guided Shiori to sit down. Apparently, he noticed too. I took all those bags and suitcases all at once, and felt the two Ningen gape in awe as I carried those to the second floor. After distributing the burdens in their respective places, I went straight to Kurama's room, awaiting his report on Shiori.
Soon, I caught his footsteps, but they were heavy, which was very unlike him. He almost slammed the door once he came in, his face pale and eyes unfocused. "What's wrong?" he was starting to make me unsettled.
"Shiori is ill. Makai poison. Incurable unless to the one who made the poison. Karasu."
Yusuke's POV
I pounded on the door of Minnamino residence hard and frantic. Sweat dripped down my face, as anxiety grew stronger in my heart. I had ran all the way here to et Kurama and Hiei.
"Hiei! Kurama! OPEN UP!!!"
The pounding sound vibrated through the empty house. No sound of anyone coming to get the door.
"Shit! Just where are they when you need them?"
I rounded to the back of the house and attempted one last try to see if they were there before leaving to turn the world upside down in search of the pair. It took me almost eternity to climb that tree beside Kurama's bedroom window. The mess in my mind and the urgent pressing of Koenma before I left for here all mead my usual agile movements clumsy.
After balancing myself on the branches, I peered into the room and OH MY GOD! My jaw dropped open and my brain stooped dead, unable to respond to the scene before my eyes.
Kurama had his head buried in Hiei's chest, and his arms were wrapped tightly around Hiei's waist and hip. The latter had his right arm over the redhead's shoulder while his other arm acted as a pillow for Kurama. The thing that struck me most was that Hiei actually looked peaceful and almost CUTE!!!
I remembered my mission, so I jumped onto the windowsill, but that did not stop me form feeling exceptionally hot in the face.
"WAKE UP!"
Two pairs of eyes flew open and the two youkai quickly disengaged themselves form each other's embrace. Kurama flashed me an embarrassed smile, but Hiei just looked agitated that I had spoiled his good dreams.
"What takes you here so early?" Kurama enquired politely. I just realized that I was staring at him without blinking.
"Oh! Come, follow me. No time to explain," and I jumped back to the branch, slowly lowered myself down the tree. After I landed, I found Kurama and Hiei waiting for me at the bottom patiently. How did they get down?
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and soon, we were on top of a mountain. Koenma, Botan, Genkai, Yukian and Kuwabara formed a circle around something. Grief hang in the air and broken sobs were the only sound. The whole mountain seemed to be frozen, to mourn over the dead.
I went over and saw Shizuru's body once more. She looked the same. Yes, dead people could change no more. She had a knife in her heart, but judging from her expressions, it was suicide. Her eyes were closed, and her pale lips formed a gentle and content smile. She seemed to be comforted by death.
I did not know what to feel. Although I had been the Reikai Tantei for so long, I had rarely seen a dead human body, let alone someone who was so close to me. She was just fine the day before, bashing Kuwabara and taking long drags on her cigarette. Now she could never move again. The impact of death hit me with full force. When Genkai died, at least I knew who to blame, who to let out my frustrations to, but Shizuru just killed herself. Why did she do such a stupid thing?
"Why? WHY? Did you do this to yourself? To all of us?" Kuwabara suddenly started shaking her dead body, hoping that she would wake up and jab him in the ribs once more. Slowly, his violent outburst ebbed away an he dropped to his knees, letting his overflowing tears land on her blouse. "Why."
"Anybody has a clue to why she committed suicide?" Kurama asked.
"I may know the reason," Koenma answered and furrowed his brows.
"WHAT?!" Kuwabara shouted loud enough to be heard over 100 miles. All of us jumped except those typical calm people of the group - Genkai, Kurama and Hiei.
"See the lighter in her hand? Sakyo gave that to her before he died, and it was only witnessed by me. Maybe she knew about the other dimension, so she died so that she could see him once more."
"And did she succeed?"
Koenma inhaled deeply before responding to my question. "Yes, she did. I've checked the Reikai files and her soul is incomplete, and that is what I am afraid of. Souls going to places which are forbidden and Reikai is not even able to control that."
"Thus the whole definition of death is reversed. Is it good or bad? She looks so happy now," Kurama whispered thoughtfully.
"For good or bad, I do not car, but it is sure to cause chaos in all three worlds. Your jobs are to stop that, have I made myself clear? I do not want to find Yukina or anyone else dead the next time I come to Ningenkai. Now go and do what you are supposed to. Beware of Karasu, especially you two," and Koenma nodded to Hiei and Kurama before vanishing.
"Kuwabara, let her rest in peace and get on with your life. Be strong for her," I consoled and patted his shoulder.
"Don't be too hard on yourself. We will go and welcome my family back form their tip first, then we would go to mourn over Shizuru. She has chosen her own path, so maybe you should feel happy for her," Kurama said and without casting one last glance at us, he went down the mountain with Hiei. I could sense that something was disturbing him, but gave it no second thought while I followed Kuwabara as he carried the dead on her last journey.
Shizuru's POV
"What is your one last with?" a musical and soothing voice asked. It sounded feminine and childish, naïve and innocently jovial. It reminded me of someone's voice I heard before, but strangely, I could not recall his name and looks.
"I want to be with Sakyo-san," I replied without further thinking.
"Your wish is granted."
*
I blinked. Where am I? It seemed that all I experienced was a dream. Everything was grey. I was in a small room, with no windows and door. A neatly made bed took almost half of the space.
Was I dead? I guess so. That means I was a spirit then. The voice said that I could see Sakyo-san again and since I had no idea how to get into and out of a room with no openings, I only had the option to wait.
Suddenly, the wall before my eyes just came apart form the center and there stood the man who had never left my dreams. His eyes widened in seeing me, and quickly stepped inside, the walls joined behind him seamlessly. He was wearing grey shirt and pants, sort of like a working uniform, and it was painted with blood. I rushed forward, expecting to see serious injuries, but strangely, there was not even a bruise.
I felt is hand running through my hair, cupping my chin and lifting my eyes to meet his. I had never even got this close to him even when he was alive.
"How did you get here? This is the worst part of hell, and Koenma forbids normal souls from coming here, and how did you die?" he asked with a gentleness I had hardly received from anyone. It just made me want to cry.
"I don't really remember," I just realized, " but as long as I could stay with you, to be by your side, everything's fine."
"What about your family and friends?"
"Kazuma can manage well without me. He's not a kid anymore and I know I have to let go some day. I am not really that important to anyone, so I decided to take a chance and do what I want."
"But you are just wasting your time with me, a person who is already dead. I am not worth your sacrifice."
"Your soul is not dead, and to me it is not a sacrifice. I am just making myself more cheerful."
"You will regret."
"I never regret in my life, and never will."
He pulled me close and held me tight. I felt secure, not like what I usually was - being strong, look strong as if nothing could ever bother you, and always giving comfort to others. I was tired. I wished that someone could crack open my exterior mask and hold me as a vulnerable child, fragile, delicate and brittle. Just like what he was doing. I twirled a few strands of his long ebony hair in my fingers.
"Do you know why I chose to die when Koenma stated clearly that he did not want my life?"
"Why?"
"I know that if I am alive, it would be hard for you to cease liking me, but the more feelings you put into the relationship, the more your conscience waver. You would feel guilty for giving your heart to the enemy and your friendship with others would drift apart. I am not worth you to do so much for me, and I would have nothing in return. Therefore, I chose to let go of you, and I truly believe that you would suffer less without me."
"If we were alive, I might have the problems you mentioned, but let's put the society, kinship and friendship behind us since we are dead now. All I want to do is to see you and hold you in my arms everyday."
"Then promise me not to leave this room."
"Of course I won't. there's not even an opening in here, and why are things all grey?"
"Because you are the only colour in my life."
Hiei's POV
We had been home for an hour and all we did was sit in the living room, anticipating the sound of the doorbell which would announce the arrival of Shiori and the other two Ningen. He was rather thoughtful and somber, I guess because of Shizuru's death. Human emotions.
"Hiei, you once said that you would never die for someone, but if death is not the end, would you change your mind?" he broke the silence and stared at the air. It was more like he was looking though everything and into another dimension.
"Hn. You think too much, kitsune."
"Confusing, isn't it?" he turned to face me. His irises. I thought that I was plunged into a deep green sea, endless and full of sorrow, anguish and solemn. I sank, further and further into the depth. I wanted to say something, but did not know what. I could not breathe, my lungs filled by the cold green water.
DING-DONG!!!
I broke out of the trance. Kurama rose to welcome his "mother" and I just kept behind. Shiori was cheerful as usual, but there was something very wrong. A shade of dark appeared vaguely between her brows.
"Hiei, can you take the luggage upstairs?" Kurama said as he guided Shiori to sit down. Apparently, he noticed too. I took all those bags and suitcases all at once, and felt the two Ningen gape in awe as I carried those to the second floor. After distributing the burdens in their respective places, I went straight to Kurama's room, awaiting his report on Shiori.
Soon, I caught his footsteps, but they were heavy, which was very unlike him. He almost slammed the door once he came in, his face pale and eyes unfocused. "What's wrong?" he was starting to make me unsettled.
"Shiori is ill. Makai poison. Incurable unless to the one who made the poison. Karasu."
