Let the Silver Rain Fall
By Tsukasa-Kun
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
A swift shadow dashed among the trees. The kitsune had no where to run, no
where to go.
Gracefully jumping from his perch to the ground, he ran to the nearby pool.
He stopped and stared
at the youthful face gazing intently back at him.
Just a shadow of his former self, the young youkai wondered what his place
in the world now was.
His friends are all gone, his pursuers are nigh, and he's pretty much lost
all hope.
Why couldn't he remember how to get back? It seemed like he was forever
going in circles, never
to return again. Where was he? What was he?
He decided to try again. He stood up straight and looked around. Then, he
heard it. That familiar
gunshot, the same that wounded him almost twenty years ago. His sharp ears
twitched at the
sound of the gunshot, and decided that he didn't have enough time to wonder
about his
current plight any longer. He stood to face his predators.
"We gotcha, ya thievin' varmint." The big one exclaimed.
The young kitsune flicked his long silver hair. ".........And what's it to
you, my rather large
adversary?"
The big one clutched his gun. "D-doncha say nothin',
ya.........ya........."
"Fine," said our silver-haired hero. "If that's what you want............"
He took out a tiny seed and
leapt into the air.
The other hunter stomped on his friend's foot. "Now lookit whatcha done,
ya peabrained
cocky fool! He dun wants to fight now!"
The kitsune smirked. "Fine, then don't say I didn't warn you........."
The seed sprouted and grew
onto his arms. The ends grew heads and were drooling acidic saliva. The
two hunters stood
shaking at first, and then they started running. "Feed, my tree. Feed on
the flesh of the living!"
There was a bright yellow glint in the youkai's amber eyes as it proved to
be too late for the hunters.
The tree drooled all over them and disintegrated their flesh.
The kitsune drew back his deadly tree and stood there looking at the
disgusting mess. "Sorry,
but my tree has no manners." he quipped. Then he turned around and saw
more hunters.
"What, you want the tree to eat you too?" he growled.
The young hunter growled back. "I heard about you, Bandit! And those were
my two
good huntin' buddies back there!"
Our silver-haired hero put his fingers on the youth's rifle and pulled it
down. "I did what I
could do."
"But why?!" Hot tears ran down the young hunter's cheeks. "Why did you
kill them?!"
Seeing the boy cry triggered memories in the kitsune's mind, memories of
long ago.
The boy crying reminded the young, yet experienced kitsune of his former
self, what he
had been. But a terrible accident rendered his former self unconscious.
The youkai
bandit's eyes softened.
"Fine. If it's revenge you want, then shoot me."
The boy stared. "Huh? What do you mean?"
The youkai glared at the young huntsman. "I said shoot me! And if you
don't, I swear I'll
torture you for the rest of your miserable life." He treatened.
The boy's finger trembled on the trigger. "I-I........."
"DO IT!!" The kitsune shouted.
There was a loud bang as the lithe silver body slumped over. The young boy
watched as his enemy
turned from the silver-haired youkai into a spirit and floated away.
* * *
Meanwhile, the spirit of the youkai looked back at the boy as he made his
descent back down
to earth. **That was a tough decision, but now I have that
boy............and my still-human
emotions............to thank for my return to.........them.........**
The spirit's destination drew closer and closer, until he reached the
unconscious redhead.
".........Welcome back."
* * *
The redhead's eyes opened to find himself surrounded by his friends, his
mother, and his
girlfriend, a fellow human body-trapped kitsune named Ayame.
She rushed over and threw her arms around him. Tears filled his beautiful
emerald-green eyes
as he gently pressed her lips close to his. He smiled and thought to
himself:
"Thanks, and welcome back.........Kurama.................."
By Tsukasa-Kun
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
A swift shadow dashed among the trees. The kitsune had no where to run, no
where to go.
Gracefully jumping from his perch to the ground, he ran to the nearby pool.
He stopped and stared
at the youthful face gazing intently back at him.
Just a shadow of his former self, the young youkai wondered what his place
in the world now was.
His friends are all gone, his pursuers are nigh, and he's pretty much lost
all hope.
Why couldn't he remember how to get back? It seemed like he was forever
going in circles, never
to return again. Where was he? What was he?
He decided to try again. He stood up straight and looked around. Then, he
heard it. That familiar
gunshot, the same that wounded him almost twenty years ago. His sharp ears
twitched at the
sound of the gunshot, and decided that he didn't have enough time to wonder
about his
current plight any longer. He stood to face his predators.
"We gotcha, ya thievin' varmint." The big one exclaimed.
The young kitsune flicked his long silver hair. ".........And what's it to
you, my rather large
adversary?"
The big one clutched his gun. "D-doncha say nothin',
ya.........ya........."
"Fine," said our silver-haired hero. "If that's what you want............"
He took out a tiny seed and
leapt into the air.
The other hunter stomped on his friend's foot. "Now lookit whatcha done,
ya peabrained
cocky fool! He dun wants to fight now!"
The kitsune smirked. "Fine, then don't say I didn't warn you........."
The seed sprouted and grew
onto his arms. The ends grew heads and were drooling acidic saliva. The
two hunters stood
shaking at first, and then they started running. "Feed, my tree. Feed on
the flesh of the living!"
There was a bright yellow glint in the youkai's amber eyes as it proved to
be too late for the hunters.
The tree drooled all over them and disintegrated their flesh.
The kitsune drew back his deadly tree and stood there looking at the
disgusting mess. "Sorry,
but my tree has no manners." he quipped. Then he turned around and saw
more hunters.
"What, you want the tree to eat you too?" he growled.
The young hunter growled back. "I heard about you, Bandit! And those were
my two
good huntin' buddies back there!"
Our silver-haired hero put his fingers on the youth's rifle and pulled it
down. "I did what I
could do."
"But why?!" Hot tears ran down the young hunter's cheeks. "Why did you
kill them?!"
Seeing the boy cry triggered memories in the kitsune's mind, memories of
long ago.
The boy crying reminded the young, yet experienced kitsune of his former
self, what he
had been. But a terrible accident rendered his former self unconscious.
The youkai
bandit's eyes softened.
"Fine. If it's revenge you want, then shoot me."
The boy stared. "Huh? What do you mean?"
The youkai glared at the young huntsman. "I said shoot me! And if you
don't, I swear I'll
torture you for the rest of your miserable life." He treatened.
The boy's finger trembled on the trigger. "I-I........."
"DO IT!!" The kitsune shouted.
There was a loud bang as the lithe silver body slumped over. The young boy
watched as his enemy
turned from the silver-haired youkai into a spirit and floated away.
* * *
Meanwhile, the spirit of the youkai looked back at the boy as he made his
descent back down
to earth. **That was a tough decision, but now I have that
boy............and my still-human
emotions............to thank for my return to.........them.........**
The spirit's destination drew closer and closer, until he reached the
unconscious redhead.
".........Welcome back."
* * *
The redhead's eyes opened to find himself surrounded by his friends, his
mother, and his
girlfriend, a fellow human body-trapped kitsune named Ayame.
She rushed over and threw her arms around him. Tears filled his beautiful
emerald-green eyes
as he gently pressed her lips close to his. He smiled and thought to
himself:
"Thanks, and welcome back.........Kurama.................."
