Sorry for the long wait, suminasai! But I've had a lot of homework to do,
and work... BAH! No time to do the things that I love. :(
I am truly not making any money off of this, I really don't think that none of us are, I'm just a poor college student that is bored and somewhat imaginative. So, read, and Enjoy!
Notes: Sometimes it will be point of view, sometimes it won't, depends on where the story takes me, I will write and update often, since I know what it is like to be in the middle of a really good story and to just be left hanging.
(Words with a day will be journal entries made by the character, and I think in this story each character will have his own, maybe. Words with ** means they will be personal thoughts. Also, I may throw in song lyrics so beware of those.)
Glass Vase
Chapter 5: Time Will Tell
*When snow melts, the flowers fade, and he will pass... as all things I touch do.*
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A figure in black swept across the room as if floating. Black hair flowing like a cape behind the owner, a dark and ominous aura encompassed his entire body. He walked across the dark room in complete silence and stealth, completely aware and unafraid. He walked slowly, steps that only a cat would take, sly and careful, towards the other end of the room. Slowly he opened the doors.
This room was illuminated by hundreds among hundreds of candles. In the center of the room, a long wooden cedar table was strategically placed, with five chairs; each one occupied by a person whose face was hidden from view.
"Welcome, took you long enough..." Said a one on the right. Hands held threaded in front of his face. He wore a long sleeved ancient blue silk tunic, beautiful, but worn with age. His hands were long and thin, with fingers that held long and sharp fingernails.
"Yes indeed, tell us, where in the Makai did you go? We've been waiting here for over 5 hours for your report. Tell us of your findings." Said another across from the first. This one had his hands folded in front of him, delicately he laced his fingers, as if nervous. He wore a short autumn brown tunic with a yellow sash.
"Why the long wait? We are eager to hear news of our escape." A woman spoke this time. She fiddled endlessly with a long black braid, she wore an ancient Chinese style purple tunic.
"Patience is a virtue my friends, you've waited 200 years, another day won't make much difference. And the information that I hold is of no concern to you, leave these matters to me, and my personal affairs alone. Have you the Orb of Galacia (1)? Is it safe?" They showed him a blue orb with infinitely changing blue hues and shades, held in a glass case. "Excellent, things will go smoothly from here, you three, go to the Ningenkai, follow the spirit detective, see what their plans are, they certainly know of our presence. Yawane, you stay here, and guard the orb, we cannot let such a precious treasure fall in to the wrong hands."
They bowed their heads and faded out of the room.
*Yes, things will go according to my plans, and I will get what I want. Sweet sweet revenge on that silver fox. I will have his dead corpse in my arms, to cherish forever till the flesh rots away and the bones become dust. Yes my dear Kurama, I will not rest until I have your cold flesh lying lifeless in my arms.*
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The day was overcast. Well it would be at 5 AM. The four boys walked slowly and listlessly up the stairs towards Genkai's temple. They had met up at the park, and together they made the lazy journey towards the temple, none of them had spoken since they had met up. It was Yusuke who broke the silence.
"Why do we have to train anyway?! We are already strong enough to face whatever might show their nasty ugly face. I don't understand what Koenma's so worried about, all we have to do is fight four guys and get an orb thingy back right?"
"Five"
"What?"
"Five, there are five adversaries. Four broke out with the help of another remember?" Said Kurama, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. * I just hope that whatever their intentions are, hopefully we can over come them... We all look a bit uneasy. Kuwabara keeps clearing his throat, around the 10th time he did that, we all learned to ignore him. Yusuke keeps slicking back his hair, or looking around to see what he finds. And Hiei, silent as ever, though he looks straight ahead... What are you thinking?* Kurama shifted his gaze on Hiei, looking at him with concerned eyes.
*Why is the Kitsune looking at me that way? I know he can't see that I'm looking at him out of the corner of my eye, but I can clearly see the worried expression on his face. He's worried, about me or the situation? Hn, who knows. I have a bad feeling about this, something is going to happen, something bad. What though, is the question...*
To Be Continued.......
Ok, another short chapter, but at least it's updated right? Well, that's it for now, I promise I'll update soon! Please review on the chapters already up. Arigatoo.
I am truly not making any money off of this, I really don't think that none of us are, I'm just a poor college student that is bored and somewhat imaginative. So, read, and Enjoy!
Notes: Sometimes it will be point of view, sometimes it won't, depends on where the story takes me, I will write and update often, since I know what it is like to be in the middle of a really good story and to just be left hanging.
(Words with a day will be journal entries made by the character, and I think in this story each character will have his own, maybe. Words with ** means they will be personal thoughts. Also, I may throw in song lyrics so beware of those.)
Glass Vase
Chapter 5: Time Will Tell
*When snow melts, the flowers fade, and he will pass... as all things I touch do.*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A figure in black swept across the room as if floating. Black hair flowing like a cape behind the owner, a dark and ominous aura encompassed his entire body. He walked across the dark room in complete silence and stealth, completely aware and unafraid. He walked slowly, steps that only a cat would take, sly and careful, towards the other end of the room. Slowly he opened the doors.
This room was illuminated by hundreds among hundreds of candles. In the center of the room, a long wooden cedar table was strategically placed, with five chairs; each one occupied by a person whose face was hidden from view.
"Welcome, took you long enough..." Said a one on the right. Hands held threaded in front of his face. He wore a long sleeved ancient blue silk tunic, beautiful, but worn with age. His hands were long and thin, with fingers that held long and sharp fingernails.
"Yes indeed, tell us, where in the Makai did you go? We've been waiting here for over 5 hours for your report. Tell us of your findings." Said another across from the first. This one had his hands folded in front of him, delicately he laced his fingers, as if nervous. He wore a short autumn brown tunic with a yellow sash.
"Why the long wait? We are eager to hear news of our escape." A woman spoke this time. She fiddled endlessly with a long black braid, she wore an ancient Chinese style purple tunic.
"Patience is a virtue my friends, you've waited 200 years, another day won't make much difference. And the information that I hold is of no concern to you, leave these matters to me, and my personal affairs alone. Have you the Orb of Galacia (1)? Is it safe?" They showed him a blue orb with infinitely changing blue hues and shades, held in a glass case. "Excellent, things will go smoothly from here, you three, go to the Ningenkai, follow the spirit detective, see what their plans are, they certainly know of our presence. Yawane, you stay here, and guard the orb, we cannot let such a precious treasure fall in to the wrong hands."
They bowed their heads and faded out of the room.
*Yes, things will go according to my plans, and I will get what I want. Sweet sweet revenge on that silver fox. I will have his dead corpse in my arms, to cherish forever till the flesh rots away and the bones become dust. Yes my dear Kurama, I will not rest until I have your cold flesh lying lifeless in my arms.*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The day was overcast. Well it would be at 5 AM. The four boys walked slowly and listlessly up the stairs towards Genkai's temple. They had met up at the park, and together they made the lazy journey towards the temple, none of them had spoken since they had met up. It was Yusuke who broke the silence.
"Why do we have to train anyway?! We are already strong enough to face whatever might show their nasty ugly face. I don't understand what Koenma's so worried about, all we have to do is fight four guys and get an orb thingy back right?"
"Five"
"What?"
"Five, there are five adversaries. Four broke out with the help of another remember?" Said Kurama, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. * I just hope that whatever their intentions are, hopefully we can over come them... We all look a bit uneasy. Kuwabara keeps clearing his throat, around the 10th time he did that, we all learned to ignore him. Yusuke keeps slicking back his hair, or looking around to see what he finds. And Hiei, silent as ever, though he looks straight ahead... What are you thinking?* Kurama shifted his gaze on Hiei, looking at him with concerned eyes.
*Why is the Kitsune looking at me that way? I know he can't see that I'm looking at him out of the corner of my eye, but I can clearly see the worried expression on his face. He's worried, about me or the situation? Hn, who knows. I have a bad feeling about this, something is going to happen, something bad. What though, is the question...*
To Be Continued.......
Ok, another short chapter, but at least it's updated right? Well, that's it for now, I promise I'll update soon! Please review on the chapters already up. Arigatoo.