Where it all Started

Author: The Freak - Freak Moister
Warnings: This story contains yaoi PG - 13 for now.
Disclaimer: All Yu Yu Hakusho characters belong to Yoshihiro Togashi
Also the throne name "Dragon Throne" and territory name "Alaric" belongs to Mina Lightstar
Summary: All great journeys begin with the first step; well here it is my first step in this hopefully interesting expanded series of YYH. See it as YYH book 3 if you want. As the three worlds settle down for a long time in several hundreds of years, new mysterious happenings around the Makai bring about unrest in the Reikai and Makai. Is this just another ambitious lord who wishes the impossible or something more sinister that no one has yet suspect. As the dark menace slowly spreads it's cruel fingers and the people of the three worlds slowly being lured into its grasp can anyone stop it's unrelenting stride or will the darkness once again spread it's poison into the hard won peace.

Early afternoon in the park had always been one of Kuwanbara's favorite pass times when he bluged school - the teachers never thought of looking for an infamous gang leader in a park. Apart from being the best place to hide from snooping teachers the park was the most beautiful place in the concrete jungle that is Tokyo, Kuwabara felt an abundance of life energy pulsing through out the park and soaked it up like a dry sponge desperately replenishing the dead hole that's been his life for the past year.

Life as you see for this young adult here has been nothing but boringness and a chain of bad luck. Ever since the break from his Tentai job nothing had seemed exciting or interesting enough except of course his heartthrob - Yukina. The back luck ranged from being bossed around by his all mighty onee-sama, sensei-sama, ryoshin-sama (parents) and not to mention that he still hasn't been able to talk to Yukina-chan without getting tongue tied or stuttering.

Currently Kuwabara is sitting in a swing two sizes too small for his butt and moping about yet another failed attempt at talking to the woman that commanded his heart. That's about when the tiny, shy voice said,

"Sumimasen oniisan, but could I play on the swing now?"

Looking down Kuwanbara's beady black eyes spotted a tiny (compared to him) little boy nervously asking him permission. The orange head squinted and absent-mindedly vacated the swing, a bird squawked angrily from somewhere above his head. Walking dejectedly towards a seesaw Kuwabara plomped promptly down on one end, and fell flat on his butt on the ground when the seesaw tilted not upholding his (enormous) weight.

"Ha, ha...are you alright there Kuwabara?" a crisp alto said still lingering with suppressed laughter.

Kuwabara groaned, stood up, rubbed his bottom and dusted his pants, a certain ill mood manifested quite suddenly and he glared at his antagonist before freezing and realizing it was the soft spoken kitsune.

"Kurama!?" he squeaked.

Kurama smiled ruefully and nodded slowly, extending a hand to point at Kuwanbara's head and saying "I think there are some twigs in your hair..." By this time Kuwabara had recovered enough to say things.

"Kurama? I haven't seen you for ages..." reaching up a hand to swat furiously at his hair - finding a few twigs, and muttering dammed birds, "where've you been man?" cracking a big grin Kuwabara slapped Kurama on the back and seemed instantly alive again. Kurama laughed slightly and gestured for them to take a short walk.

"It's only been a few months...and I can remember the last time we got together..." Kurama remembered with a slight frown, "I believe my mother never quite got that stain out of the rug." sparing a glance at the tall orange head walking suddenly rigidly beside him, Kurama caught the beginnings of an embarrassed blush.

"Oh man sorry, but it was Urameshi's fault, you know I'd never get my self so plastered, especially when Yukina-chan's around..." Kuwabara rumbled on scratching the back of his head, seriously embarrassed now as he tried to shirk his responsibility for the bash party the gang had held at Kurama's house three months back to celebrate Yusuke's birthday. Yusuke had manage to smuggle in about three bottles of whisky and by the end of the night Kuwabara and birthday boy were thoroughly drunk and emptied their stomach on the living room floor (with the rug on it) and promptly pass out. The next morning Yusuke got a bashing from Keiko and Kuwabara was too embarrassed to talk to Yukina for about two weeks. All in all a fond memory of your fellow teammates.

Kurama came back to the present and patted Kuwanbara's shoulder, "Actually the stain is fading... " Suddenly feeling the need to feel comforted by someone else's' pain, "So how are you going with Yukina-chan?" Kurama had seen Kuwabara from afar moping on the swing and took an educated guess. Kuwanbara's good mood visibly deserted him and the wide shoulders slumped with a dejected sigh.

"..."

"Have you had any talks with her yet?" feeling slightly guilty, Kurama quickly tired to look on the bright side of the situation.

"Yeah..." slight and hesitant reply. "Well it was mainly Yukina-chan talking and me listening...if you could call that a conversation." Kuwabara stuffed his hand deep into his indigo uniform pockets and continued somewhat hesitantly, "...I keep getting tongue tied." Kuwabara managed a small laugh, "you know the typical nervous bouts you get when you talk to a girl you like..." taking the complete blank look the kitsune currently gave him the orange head trailed and asked, "Don't you like anyone?"

"Um..." Yeah, I love Hiei not that you'll consider it a healthy infatuation. "No actually, I've never actually found any interest in all the girls in my school, they're um... too rowdy." Shrugging his shoulders and looking back at the orange head as if what he said was normal. Meanwhile Kuwabara stared at him as if he'd grow a second head. After several seconds the boy seemed to have got over his shock and laid a comforting arm across Kurama's shoulder and said in a compassionate voice, "Well I've heard that misery enjoys company...we could even start a club...hehe..."

Kurama looked at the one time delinquent friend and smiled feeling relieved and slightly guilty, he'd forgotten how fast humans matured. Sighing Kurama checked his watch, 3:45pm plenty of time before going home... "Hey Kuwabara how'd you like to head over to Yusuke's raman store for a snack? It's on me." I hope he's not hungry "Maybe we can also invite Yusuke to join the club."

Looking down at his old team mate, Kuwabara felt some good mood coming back to him, "Yeah, cool, I was just thinking of buying something to eat," just them his stomach made an announcement, "Hehehe..." laughing stupidly the red head rubbed his stomach and grinned a shy grin, "I forgot to pack lunch"

Great, just great, I'd be broke by the end of the hour. I just wish my self-conscious weren't making me feel relief. Outwardly Kurama just smiled and led the way off the footpath and headed towards Yusuke's raman stand.