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KopyKat: Ok now, starting on chapter two. To those of you that are familiar with my other fics, sorry for my delay on "Kurama's Plight," but due to severe writer's block, and busy-ness (and lack of ability to get on THIS computer --), I have not been able to write anymore. I'll try to get back on that one. Anyway, here's chapter two. Hope you enjoy!
Three years had passed and by this time, Kurama was being taught how to hunt. His skills seemed advanced for someone so young, which promised great things for the future. He caught his first rabbit after only two attempts.
At age 4, he was beginning to hunt bigger game and his father was teaching him how to fight and manipulate plants. Kurama would have to learn how to fight as to survive in this harsh world where even the smallest mistake could cost you your life. To add to this, like most demons, Kuro and Yura weren't very loving parents. It was all about survival of the fittest. There was no time for a petty emotion such as love.
After another year had passed (which makes Kurama 5), Kurama was thought strong enough to survive on his own. So, that night while the child slept, Kuro and Yura got together only the things they needed and left quietly as to not awake the slumbering kit.
Kurama wakes up the next morning and sits up, rubbing his eyes. He yawns and looks out the mouth of the cave before glancing around, "Where are they...?"
He thinks for a bit before smiling brightly, coming up with a solution, "They're probably hunting. I better wait here."
So the naive kit waited... and waited... and continued to wait into the early hours of noon, but no one came back for him. He didn't know that his parents were not coming back and that he would be alone for the rest of his life.
He walks around the cave and notices that just about everything was missing except for the necessities that he would need. His ears droop and hot tears stung his eyes, "Where did they go...? Did they... did they really leave me?"
He sat down next to a cave wall and hugged his knees to him, crying silently. He stayed in that position for at least an hour before finally getting to his feet. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and looks back out the mouth of the cave, "I need to eat..." With that said, he disappears out of the cave entrance and for the first time, he was fully alone....
KopyKat: Ok now, starting on chapter two. To those of you that are familiar with my other fics, sorry for my delay on "Kurama's Plight," but due to severe writer's block, and busy-ness (and lack of ability to get on THIS computer --), I have not been able to write anymore. I'll try to get back on that one. Anyway, here's chapter two. Hope you enjoy!
Three years had passed and by this time, Kurama was being taught how to hunt. His skills seemed advanced for someone so young, which promised great things for the future. He caught his first rabbit after only two attempts.
At age 4, he was beginning to hunt bigger game and his father was teaching him how to fight and manipulate plants. Kurama would have to learn how to fight as to survive in this harsh world where even the smallest mistake could cost you your life. To add to this, like most demons, Kuro and Yura weren't very loving parents. It was all about survival of the fittest. There was no time for a petty emotion such as love.
After another year had passed (which makes Kurama 5), Kurama was thought strong enough to survive on his own. So, that night while the child slept, Kuro and Yura got together only the things they needed and left quietly as to not awake the slumbering kit.
Kurama wakes up the next morning and sits up, rubbing his eyes. He yawns and looks out the mouth of the cave before glancing around, "Where are they...?"
He thinks for a bit before smiling brightly, coming up with a solution, "They're probably hunting. I better wait here."
So the naive kit waited... and waited... and continued to wait into the early hours of noon, but no one came back for him. He didn't know that his parents were not coming back and that he would be alone for the rest of his life.
He walks around the cave and notices that just about everything was missing except for the necessities that he would need. His ears droop and hot tears stung his eyes, "Where did they go...? Did they... did they really leave me?"
He sat down next to a cave wall and hugged his knees to him, crying silently. He stayed in that position for at least an hour before finally getting to his feet. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and looks back out the mouth of the cave, "I need to eat..." With that said, he disappears out of the cave entrance and for the first time, he was fully alone....