alrite, chapter 5, i'm on a roll! ne ways, whoever reading this other than
danielle, please review.
His eyes shone with anticipation as he slowly opened the file. This was the possible answer to Kurama's problems. Even though it was disappointingly thin, he was still eager anyways.
"The Yaishe Family dates back to..." He began to mumble to himself. Her family was quite old, dating back to the ancient wars in the spirit world. And that was nearly ten thousand years ago. Luckily, there was much more information on her immediate family and her. He learned that she was an telepathic demon, able to manipulate anything around her to her will. Humans were not excluded from the group. Akira's father had caused mass chaos on the humans by means of mind control and forcing humans to riot against one another. He was caught and executed by the Spirit World. Akira's mother had died a few years after Akira had been born, cause of death unknown.
Kurama spotted something interesting. It was about Catalyst. The report said that the group had been started by Akira's grandfather, and leadership was passed to the next heir. She was surprisingly young to take control of such a powerful group. She surely couldn't be that strong? But Kurama had learned to never underestimate his enemies. And Akira was no exception. In human years, Akira was only fifteen years old. That was a great pressure for someone so young. There must be members older than her. After so much work, Kurama was severely disappointed that all his work had been for a small file, that didn't tell him that much.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, he slowly put away the disheveled folders back into their place.
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"So did you have the pleasure of meeting the detective?" Akira asked, sarcasm harshening her voice.
"Indeed. He even has a little blue-haired girlfriend with a bodyguard." Hotoru sneered in response.
"Negative. The blue haired one is merely an assistant, a bratty little schoolgirl is his girlfriend." Akira corrected.
"I don't see why you don't let me finish them off." A third speaker entered the conversation. The speaker sat on a chair, casually leaning backwards. Unnatural white hair hid her face. Maybe if the girl was about seventy, the white hair would be alright, but she looked like a teenager.
Hotoru's steel colored eyes gleamed in malevolence, "Wait a little longer, Maya, you will have your blood."
A pair of jet-black eyes sparkled in an unearthly glow beneath the snow white hair. Maya laughed a cold laugh.
"You can spill as much blood as you please soon. But for now, you must hold back." Akira ordered. Hooking her shining black hair behind her ear, Akira said, "Its that Kurama one that annoys me. Let me kill him myself. If theres nothing more I hate, its a traitor like him, crossing over to become a human."
"Why he chose to remain human is quite a puzzle, is it not?" Hotoru said mithlessly, "And I shall take out the brawn, the one they call Kuwabara."
Maya snorted in contempt, "I wouldn't even bother with a weakling like him."
Akira went up to her room. The others should be returning soon for the meeting. But there was something familiar about the Kurama. Closing her eyes, voices filled her mind.
"Run...I will follow when the time is right. We will meet again." a voice came, that sounded so familiar to her. It was a girl for sure who was talking. But it was too badly blurred that she could not tell who it was. And then there was a briallant light that seemed to fill her with a comforting warmth.
She snapped her eyes open. Unfamiliar memories like that one had been plaguing her recently. But she did know it was from her life on the Spirit World. Life back then was blurry. She could only remember Catalyst and her father. But those two things were a major part of her life anyways.
Akira shook it off and stood up. The meeting was coming up soon anyways.
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"Is that all there was?" Yusuke groaned in a frustration much like Kurama's.
"I'm sorry. But there was nothing else. They're a very shady family." Kurama responded to Yusuke's characteristic impatience.
"A whole day wasted for just that." Kuwabara sighed.
"But you seem to know about Akira more than the files do." Hiei said, looking at him questioningly through half lidded eyes.
Kurama could feel their eyes on him, "Of course not. I had no association with her or her family before." At least I think not, Kurama added as a mental thought.
"Hiei's right. You've been acting weirder than usual ever since Akira and Catalyst showed up." Yusuke said, now suspicious.
Kurama was beginning to feel fed up with so much confusion. So he stood up and left the room without a word.
"Someone's obviously pissed today." Kuwabara snorted.
Kurama made his way down the street, night falling quickly. The bright colors of the sunset had soon faded into the blanket of a blue-black sky when he finally got home. His mother gave her habitual smile and hello as he went up the stairs.
He lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He never cared much for his past. It was something he wished to never think about again.
And for a good reason. Though he could never explain it, whenever he thought of it, his heart ached painfully. Like there was something extremely important he had left behind. But most of his memory was gone. He was no longer Youko, but Kurama, or Shuuichi as his mother called him.
But Kurama ignored the many questions in his mind and walked downstairs for dinner.
ok. end of chapter 5. review and chapter 6 should be out soon. peace!
His eyes shone with anticipation as he slowly opened the file. This was the possible answer to Kurama's problems. Even though it was disappointingly thin, he was still eager anyways.
"The Yaishe Family dates back to..." He began to mumble to himself. Her family was quite old, dating back to the ancient wars in the spirit world. And that was nearly ten thousand years ago. Luckily, there was much more information on her immediate family and her. He learned that she was an telepathic demon, able to manipulate anything around her to her will. Humans were not excluded from the group. Akira's father had caused mass chaos on the humans by means of mind control and forcing humans to riot against one another. He was caught and executed by the Spirit World. Akira's mother had died a few years after Akira had been born, cause of death unknown.
Kurama spotted something interesting. It was about Catalyst. The report said that the group had been started by Akira's grandfather, and leadership was passed to the next heir. She was surprisingly young to take control of such a powerful group. She surely couldn't be that strong? But Kurama had learned to never underestimate his enemies. And Akira was no exception. In human years, Akira was only fifteen years old. That was a great pressure for someone so young. There must be members older than her. After so much work, Kurama was severely disappointed that all his work had been for a small file, that didn't tell him that much.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, he slowly put away the disheveled folders back into their place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So did you have the pleasure of meeting the detective?" Akira asked, sarcasm harshening her voice.
"Indeed. He even has a little blue-haired girlfriend with a bodyguard." Hotoru sneered in response.
"Negative. The blue haired one is merely an assistant, a bratty little schoolgirl is his girlfriend." Akira corrected.
"I don't see why you don't let me finish them off." A third speaker entered the conversation. The speaker sat on a chair, casually leaning backwards. Unnatural white hair hid her face. Maybe if the girl was about seventy, the white hair would be alright, but she looked like a teenager.
Hotoru's steel colored eyes gleamed in malevolence, "Wait a little longer, Maya, you will have your blood."
A pair of jet-black eyes sparkled in an unearthly glow beneath the snow white hair. Maya laughed a cold laugh.
"You can spill as much blood as you please soon. But for now, you must hold back." Akira ordered. Hooking her shining black hair behind her ear, Akira said, "Its that Kurama one that annoys me. Let me kill him myself. If theres nothing more I hate, its a traitor like him, crossing over to become a human."
"Why he chose to remain human is quite a puzzle, is it not?" Hotoru said mithlessly, "And I shall take out the brawn, the one they call Kuwabara."
Maya snorted in contempt, "I wouldn't even bother with a weakling like him."
Akira went up to her room. The others should be returning soon for the meeting. But there was something familiar about the Kurama. Closing her eyes, voices filled her mind.
"Run...I will follow when the time is right. We will meet again." a voice came, that sounded so familiar to her. It was a girl for sure who was talking. But it was too badly blurred that she could not tell who it was. And then there was a briallant light that seemed to fill her with a comforting warmth.
She snapped her eyes open. Unfamiliar memories like that one had been plaguing her recently. But she did know it was from her life on the Spirit World. Life back then was blurry. She could only remember Catalyst and her father. But those two things were a major part of her life anyways.
Akira shook it off and stood up. The meeting was coming up soon anyways.
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"Is that all there was?" Yusuke groaned in a frustration much like Kurama's.
"I'm sorry. But there was nothing else. They're a very shady family." Kurama responded to Yusuke's characteristic impatience.
"A whole day wasted for just that." Kuwabara sighed.
"But you seem to know about Akira more than the files do." Hiei said, looking at him questioningly through half lidded eyes.
Kurama could feel their eyes on him, "Of course not. I had no association with her or her family before." At least I think not, Kurama added as a mental thought.
"Hiei's right. You've been acting weirder than usual ever since Akira and Catalyst showed up." Yusuke said, now suspicious.
Kurama was beginning to feel fed up with so much confusion. So he stood up and left the room without a word.
"Someone's obviously pissed today." Kuwabara snorted.
Kurama made his way down the street, night falling quickly. The bright colors of the sunset had soon faded into the blanket of a blue-black sky when he finally got home. His mother gave her habitual smile and hello as he went up the stairs.
He lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He never cared much for his past. It was something he wished to never think about again.
And for a good reason. Though he could never explain it, whenever he thought of it, his heart ached painfully. Like there was something extremely important he had left behind. But most of his memory was gone. He was no longer Youko, but Kurama, or Shuuichi as his mother called him.
But Kurama ignored the many questions in his mind and walked downstairs for dinner.
ok. end of chapter 5. review and chapter 6 should be out soon. peace!