OreWaTensai: Thank you everybody for your reviews! I'm so glad you like
this story. To tell you the truth, the pairing of Yomi and Mukuro never
occurred to me when I first watched Yuyu. In the first place I didn't even
really like Yomi or Shura or Mukuro. I thought Yomi was some kind of jerk.
I especially hated him when he said that thing about eating humans. Then, I
watched its replay and I thought... hey maybe Yomi and Mukuro aren't that
bad. But I still hate Shura for that matter. Haha, no offense meant to
anybody. So now I'm a fan of Yomi! And then, I thought, what if I paired up
Yomi and Mukuro? That's why I came up with this fic. Thanks for reading it!
Also I apologize for the typographical errors, sometimes I forget to recheck what I'm typing. I'll probably be updating every week (school has started) so please keep reading! ( I just love Yomi! jumps up and down
Displacement
Chapter Seven- A Thousand Years...
After that incident, Mukuro began to spend more and more time with Yomi. She was always with him, whether in the conference room, at breakfast, lunch and dinner even tea and snack time... Everyone in Gandara was getting curious about this unusual relationship. They never expected that Lord Yomi and Lady Mukuro would suddenly become good friends. Nobody expected that to happen. Normally when two important people spend time together more than usual, rumors would start to circulate. In this case, nobody dared to gossip at all. Besides it was way too unbelievable for comfort. Everybody was bothered and skeptical.
Even Hiei was bothered. He was being overly talkative about that particular subject.
"I don't understand what's going on..." said Hiei to Kurama at tea.
"That's only about the second time I've heard that from you..." commented Kurama with a smile.
"Let's see, a few nights ago at the dinner party Mukuro was still acting normal. You know with the usual bantering with Yomi... then there's the explosion. Then Yomi gave her his room... I just don't get it."
"You overlooked one vital thing." Kurama raised both eyebrows.
"I don't think I overlooked anything..." said Hiei, annoyed.
"You forgot that Yomi saved her life."
"So what? If I were Mukuro and Yomi saved my life I would have cut him down to pieces!"
"Well guess what, you're not Mukuro. Maybe Mukuro is just showing her gratitude." Kurama took a sip of tea.
"Hmph, I don't know but she sure is acting weird..." said Hiei, turning away.
Kurama watched him from the corner of his eye with a weird grin on his face. Then, Kurama leaned forward.
"Are you jealous?" said Kurama knowingly.
"What are you saying..." said Hiei quietly.
"Oh dear, I think I'm getting jealous of Mukuro as well..." said Kurama jokingly.
"Yes whatever..." said Hiei.
Kurama was mildly surprised. He expected that Hiei would get angry at his low class joke.
"Oh, so you are jealous." Said Kurama.
"What! I said nothing of that sort!" Hiei stood up so suddenly he upset his cup of tea.
"Relax I was only kidding!" said Kurama, eyeing the mess on the table.
"Why are you always kidding around anyway?" said Hiei angrily.
Kurama sweatdropped. "Alright, I won't do it anymore."
-=-=-=-=-
Meanwhile at the conference room, Yomi and Mukuro were sitting on the chairs facing each other. They were prattling away about politics. They had opposing views on several different issues but it seemed that they were getting along fine.
"Sometimes I think politicians are all the same. Corrupt and deceptive, isn't that right Lord Yomi?" said Mukuro amiably.
"Yes, I think so too..." said Yomi, absent-mindedly fingering something in his hand.
Mukuro became curious. She stared at Yomi's hand.
"What is that in your hand?" she asked, trying to get a glimpse of the object.
"This?" said Yomi, opening his hand.
On Yomi's palm was a single porcelain bead. Its color was a pleasing blend of purple and pink. The bead was not particularly beautiful. It did not look valuable either. In fact it looked rather simple.
"It's just a bead..." said Mukuro.
"Yes, why did you ask what it was?"
"Because you were holding it in a way that made me think it was something special. You know, you were holding the bead so carefully as if it would shatter any moment..." said Mukuro.
Yomi closed his palm again. "You are very perceptive... You would make a wonderful detective. Maybe you should join the reikai tantei."
Mukuro laughed heartily, "In a million years, you can never make me join that group! Besides I'm not even a human."
"But... what is the real difference between demons and humans?" said Yomi in a faraway tone.
"There is a world of difference! Demons are more powerful than humans."
"What about the case of that Yusuke Urameshii?"
"He was half-demon. It was probably his demon side that made him so strong."
Yomi paced the room. "When I fought with Yusuke, I felt something different about his power. Nearing the end of the match, I clearly sensed that his power was waning. But then, he suddenly mustered up the energy to attack me one last time. I remember there was a strange fire in his eyes, I could not understand where and how he got that power. Fortunately, I managed to remain standing at the end. Tell me, where did Yusuke get that kind of power?"
Mukuro paused to reflect. "I believe it is what the humans call the power of the heart. I guess the real difference between humans and demons is that... humans can love more powerfully than demons..."
"... I reached that conclusion as well... I think I am beginning to understand why Kurama chose to stay in the human world."
"Beginning to understand? What do you mean? Has something happened to make you understand about humans?" said Mukuro suspiciously.
Yomi gave an enigmatic smile. "What makes you think so?"
"Oh, nothing... I was just trying to surprise the truth out of you."
"Are you still thinking about what I said that banquet night?"
"Yes, of course I am. Why can't you tell who that person is?"
"Everybody has secrets that they wish to keep to themselves. I suppose you have your own secrets to keep, Lady Mukuro..."
Yomi sat down again on the chair. He looked regal even if he was just sitting there. It was something in the way he bore himself... high and kingly. Mukuro was quick to notice this. Suddenly she found herself staring at Yomi. Her gaze was locked onto him... she sat there unable to move. Yomi was ambitious, yes, but he had his own principles. He had his own way of doing things. Slowly, Mukuro was beginning to see Yomi in a new light. Here was a king who had everything one could ever want. Yet he was alone, always all alone...
Yomi's face always looked granite-hard. It was always devoid of any emotion... but there was something sad about it. It was a mask no doubt to hide from the piercing gazes of the world. But what was behind that mask? Nobody would know. Except perhaps those who get close to him. That was Yomi. The blind king of Gandara.
"Mukuro..." said Yomi softly.
"What is it?" replied a startled Mukuro.
"Do you still recall the first time we met?" asked Yomi.
"I... don't know anymore it must have been a thousand years or so."
"And in those thousand years, you never expected you would ever sit down and talk with me..."
"Yes. I... well I hated you at that time. I was suspicious of you..."
"Do you still hate me now?" Yomi leaned forward from his seat across Mukuro's.
There was a tense silence. Mukuro wasn't sure how to feel about anything right now. A thousand years ago she would have killed Yomi right at the spot but now... something was changing within her. She had never expected to feel sympathy for Yomi whom she once hated so vehemently. Mukuro's cheeks colored.
"Lord Yomi... please don't look at me that way..." said Mukuro, turning away from him.
"When I first saw you, Mukuro... I thought to myself... here was somebody who was as hurt as me..." Yomi took Mukuro's hands into his.
"What are you saying?" said Mukuro in a hoarse whisper.
"I though I had found the one who could save me from my misery..."
"You haven't found her!" said Mukuro hesitantly.
Suddenly, Yomi looked disappointed. "Oh... I suppose..." Yomi let go of Mukuro's hands gently, "I suppose not..."
"Yomi," Mukuro took a deep breath, "It just feels so strange. At one point in my life I hated you with all my heart. But now... Now it's like I'm feeling guilty for all that hate I felt for you."
Yomi gently shook his head. "All is forgiven, Mukuro. There is no need for guilt."
"How can you so easily forgive somebody who once hated you?"
"Because... I never hated you back, Mukuro."
Mukuro looked stricken. "You... you never hated me for hating you?"
"I never did. I could have but I didn't. Do you want to know why?" Yomi closed the gap between him and Mukuro. Their faces were only about a foot away from each other.
"Why, Yomi?" said Mukuro slowly.
"Because I loved you too much..." Yomi's face drew ever closer to Mukuro's.
Mukuro closed her eyes and Yomi kissed her, forever destroying the wall that had separated the two of them for so long... The end of a thousand years of darkness... the end of a thousand years of hate... Sennen no yami no hate...
-=-=-=-=-
Gandara really was a very advanced city. It had hotels, restaurants and the like. Of course there were also clubs. That was where Lady Yanagisawa disappeared to. She was feeling very low those days and her friends suggested a visit to the snazzy club they frequented. Yanagisawa half- heartedly agreed, thinking that clubbing might cheer her up.
So there she was, sitting alone on the table, watching her friends having fun. She toyed with her wine glass and took a little sip. Clubbing was not helping her at all.
These few days she found herself almost always looking at the mirror. She usually examined herself in the mirror, debating whether she looked good or not. But now she was thinking about some other things. She was thinking about Yomi. More specifically she was thinking of ways to make him notice her. Dressing up would not help, she thought, since Yomi wouldn't be able to see her.
'I guess... it's what's on the inside that counts now isn't it?'
Yanagisawa played with the lemon slice on her drink. She was feeling rather depressed and lonely. She wondered why. Only one reason seemed plausible. She was in love with Yomi. But this love was not returned. Maybe it would never be returned. Flirting with him would do nothing at all. This made Yanagisawa even sadder. There was nothing she could do anymore. Maybe she should just give up. Yanagisawa sighed.
"Excuse me." Said a cold voice.
"Oh it's you, Hiei." Said Yanagisawa flatly.
"Lady Yanagisawa you are wanted back at the palace." Said Hiei in an equally unaffected tone.
"I don't want to go back."
"Why not? Don't you want to flirt with Yomi anymore?" said Hiei sarcastically.
"No... makes no difference anyway..." Yanagisawa drained her glass.
"Ha! This is interesting..." said Hiei, sitting down beside Yanagisawa. "I thought you were a complete bitch. Why are you giving up?"
"No particular reason... I think it's apparent that he likes Mukuro more..." said Yanagisawa, her words slightly slurring together.
"He does?!"
"I can't believe how blind you are... You're even blinder than Yomi is..." said Yanagisawa.
"Hmph, I'm not blind enough to not notice that you've fallen for Yomi, haven't you?"
"I don't know... Oh my head is spinning..." Yanagisawa was getting a glassy look in her eyes.
Then, as expected, Yanagisawa fell asleep and slumped onto the table. Hiei looked at her for a moment and then walked away. He had no business helping drunk women.
-=-=-=-=-
Kurama sat alone at one of the tables in the library, examining old books and files. He had nothing to do that afternoon and everybody else seemed to be busy so he decided to lounge around. He pulled out random books from the shelves, flipping through them and then putting them away. Kurama noticed a strange-looking book. Naturally he reached for it.
It was a rather new-looking book and it had no label. Kurama creased his forehead.
"What is this?" he said aloud.
Kurama opened the book and looked at the first page. It had some handwriting on it. The book wasn't actually a book, it seemed to be a journal. Kurama read the first lines. And then the other lines... until he had read twenty full pages.
What he had read shocked him completely. He had to show this journal to somebody... he had to show that journal to Mukuro!
-=-=-
OreWaTensai: Sorry for the cliffhanger! But just to encourage you to keep reading... I will be introducing Mukuro's second rival in the upcoming chapter! So please read and review and I promise to update as soon as I can! (
Also I apologize for the typographical errors, sometimes I forget to recheck what I'm typing. I'll probably be updating every week (school has started) so please keep reading! ( I just love Yomi! jumps up and down
Displacement
Chapter Seven- A Thousand Years...
After that incident, Mukuro began to spend more and more time with Yomi. She was always with him, whether in the conference room, at breakfast, lunch and dinner even tea and snack time... Everyone in Gandara was getting curious about this unusual relationship. They never expected that Lord Yomi and Lady Mukuro would suddenly become good friends. Nobody expected that to happen. Normally when two important people spend time together more than usual, rumors would start to circulate. In this case, nobody dared to gossip at all. Besides it was way too unbelievable for comfort. Everybody was bothered and skeptical.
Even Hiei was bothered. He was being overly talkative about that particular subject.
"I don't understand what's going on..." said Hiei to Kurama at tea.
"That's only about the second time I've heard that from you..." commented Kurama with a smile.
"Let's see, a few nights ago at the dinner party Mukuro was still acting normal. You know with the usual bantering with Yomi... then there's the explosion. Then Yomi gave her his room... I just don't get it."
"You overlooked one vital thing." Kurama raised both eyebrows.
"I don't think I overlooked anything..." said Hiei, annoyed.
"You forgot that Yomi saved her life."
"So what? If I were Mukuro and Yomi saved my life I would have cut him down to pieces!"
"Well guess what, you're not Mukuro. Maybe Mukuro is just showing her gratitude." Kurama took a sip of tea.
"Hmph, I don't know but she sure is acting weird..." said Hiei, turning away.
Kurama watched him from the corner of his eye with a weird grin on his face. Then, Kurama leaned forward.
"Are you jealous?" said Kurama knowingly.
"What are you saying..." said Hiei quietly.
"Oh dear, I think I'm getting jealous of Mukuro as well..." said Kurama jokingly.
"Yes whatever..." said Hiei.
Kurama was mildly surprised. He expected that Hiei would get angry at his low class joke.
"Oh, so you are jealous." Said Kurama.
"What! I said nothing of that sort!" Hiei stood up so suddenly he upset his cup of tea.
"Relax I was only kidding!" said Kurama, eyeing the mess on the table.
"Why are you always kidding around anyway?" said Hiei angrily.
Kurama sweatdropped. "Alright, I won't do it anymore."
-=-=-=-=-
Meanwhile at the conference room, Yomi and Mukuro were sitting on the chairs facing each other. They were prattling away about politics. They had opposing views on several different issues but it seemed that they were getting along fine.
"Sometimes I think politicians are all the same. Corrupt and deceptive, isn't that right Lord Yomi?" said Mukuro amiably.
"Yes, I think so too..." said Yomi, absent-mindedly fingering something in his hand.
Mukuro became curious. She stared at Yomi's hand.
"What is that in your hand?" she asked, trying to get a glimpse of the object.
"This?" said Yomi, opening his hand.
On Yomi's palm was a single porcelain bead. Its color was a pleasing blend of purple and pink. The bead was not particularly beautiful. It did not look valuable either. In fact it looked rather simple.
"It's just a bead..." said Mukuro.
"Yes, why did you ask what it was?"
"Because you were holding it in a way that made me think it was something special. You know, you were holding the bead so carefully as if it would shatter any moment..." said Mukuro.
Yomi closed his palm again. "You are very perceptive... You would make a wonderful detective. Maybe you should join the reikai tantei."
Mukuro laughed heartily, "In a million years, you can never make me join that group! Besides I'm not even a human."
"But... what is the real difference between demons and humans?" said Yomi in a faraway tone.
"There is a world of difference! Demons are more powerful than humans."
"What about the case of that Yusuke Urameshii?"
"He was half-demon. It was probably his demon side that made him so strong."
Yomi paced the room. "When I fought with Yusuke, I felt something different about his power. Nearing the end of the match, I clearly sensed that his power was waning. But then, he suddenly mustered up the energy to attack me one last time. I remember there was a strange fire in his eyes, I could not understand where and how he got that power. Fortunately, I managed to remain standing at the end. Tell me, where did Yusuke get that kind of power?"
Mukuro paused to reflect. "I believe it is what the humans call the power of the heart. I guess the real difference between humans and demons is that... humans can love more powerfully than demons..."
"... I reached that conclusion as well... I think I am beginning to understand why Kurama chose to stay in the human world."
"Beginning to understand? What do you mean? Has something happened to make you understand about humans?" said Mukuro suspiciously.
Yomi gave an enigmatic smile. "What makes you think so?"
"Oh, nothing... I was just trying to surprise the truth out of you."
"Are you still thinking about what I said that banquet night?"
"Yes, of course I am. Why can't you tell who that person is?"
"Everybody has secrets that they wish to keep to themselves. I suppose you have your own secrets to keep, Lady Mukuro..."
Yomi sat down again on the chair. He looked regal even if he was just sitting there. It was something in the way he bore himself... high and kingly. Mukuro was quick to notice this. Suddenly she found herself staring at Yomi. Her gaze was locked onto him... she sat there unable to move. Yomi was ambitious, yes, but he had his own principles. He had his own way of doing things. Slowly, Mukuro was beginning to see Yomi in a new light. Here was a king who had everything one could ever want. Yet he was alone, always all alone...
Yomi's face always looked granite-hard. It was always devoid of any emotion... but there was something sad about it. It was a mask no doubt to hide from the piercing gazes of the world. But what was behind that mask? Nobody would know. Except perhaps those who get close to him. That was Yomi. The blind king of Gandara.
"Mukuro..." said Yomi softly.
"What is it?" replied a startled Mukuro.
"Do you still recall the first time we met?" asked Yomi.
"I... don't know anymore it must have been a thousand years or so."
"And in those thousand years, you never expected you would ever sit down and talk with me..."
"Yes. I... well I hated you at that time. I was suspicious of you..."
"Do you still hate me now?" Yomi leaned forward from his seat across Mukuro's.
There was a tense silence. Mukuro wasn't sure how to feel about anything right now. A thousand years ago she would have killed Yomi right at the spot but now... something was changing within her. She had never expected to feel sympathy for Yomi whom she once hated so vehemently. Mukuro's cheeks colored.
"Lord Yomi... please don't look at me that way..." said Mukuro, turning away from him.
"When I first saw you, Mukuro... I thought to myself... here was somebody who was as hurt as me..." Yomi took Mukuro's hands into his.
"What are you saying?" said Mukuro in a hoarse whisper.
"I though I had found the one who could save me from my misery..."
"You haven't found her!" said Mukuro hesitantly.
Suddenly, Yomi looked disappointed. "Oh... I suppose..." Yomi let go of Mukuro's hands gently, "I suppose not..."
"Yomi," Mukuro took a deep breath, "It just feels so strange. At one point in my life I hated you with all my heart. But now... Now it's like I'm feeling guilty for all that hate I felt for you."
Yomi gently shook his head. "All is forgiven, Mukuro. There is no need for guilt."
"How can you so easily forgive somebody who once hated you?"
"Because... I never hated you back, Mukuro."
Mukuro looked stricken. "You... you never hated me for hating you?"
"I never did. I could have but I didn't. Do you want to know why?" Yomi closed the gap between him and Mukuro. Their faces were only about a foot away from each other.
"Why, Yomi?" said Mukuro slowly.
"Because I loved you too much..." Yomi's face drew ever closer to Mukuro's.
Mukuro closed her eyes and Yomi kissed her, forever destroying the wall that had separated the two of them for so long... The end of a thousand years of darkness... the end of a thousand years of hate... Sennen no yami no hate...
-=-=-=-=-
Gandara really was a very advanced city. It had hotels, restaurants and the like. Of course there were also clubs. That was where Lady Yanagisawa disappeared to. She was feeling very low those days and her friends suggested a visit to the snazzy club they frequented. Yanagisawa half- heartedly agreed, thinking that clubbing might cheer her up.
So there she was, sitting alone on the table, watching her friends having fun. She toyed with her wine glass and took a little sip. Clubbing was not helping her at all.
These few days she found herself almost always looking at the mirror. She usually examined herself in the mirror, debating whether she looked good or not. But now she was thinking about some other things. She was thinking about Yomi. More specifically she was thinking of ways to make him notice her. Dressing up would not help, she thought, since Yomi wouldn't be able to see her.
'I guess... it's what's on the inside that counts now isn't it?'
Yanagisawa played with the lemon slice on her drink. She was feeling rather depressed and lonely. She wondered why. Only one reason seemed plausible. She was in love with Yomi. But this love was not returned. Maybe it would never be returned. Flirting with him would do nothing at all. This made Yanagisawa even sadder. There was nothing she could do anymore. Maybe she should just give up. Yanagisawa sighed.
"Excuse me." Said a cold voice.
"Oh it's you, Hiei." Said Yanagisawa flatly.
"Lady Yanagisawa you are wanted back at the palace." Said Hiei in an equally unaffected tone.
"I don't want to go back."
"Why not? Don't you want to flirt with Yomi anymore?" said Hiei sarcastically.
"No... makes no difference anyway..." Yanagisawa drained her glass.
"Ha! This is interesting..." said Hiei, sitting down beside Yanagisawa. "I thought you were a complete bitch. Why are you giving up?"
"No particular reason... I think it's apparent that he likes Mukuro more..." said Yanagisawa, her words slightly slurring together.
"He does?!"
"I can't believe how blind you are... You're even blinder than Yomi is..." said Yanagisawa.
"Hmph, I'm not blind enough to not notice that you've fallen for Yomi, haven't you?"
"I don't know... Oh my head is spinning..." Yanagisawa was getting a glassy look in her eyes.
Then, as expected, Yanagisawa fell asleep and slumped onto the table. Hiei looked at her for a moment and then walked away. He had no business helping drunk women.
-=-=-=-=-
Kurama sat alone at one of the tables in the library, examining old books and files. He had nothing to do that afternoon and everybody else seemed to be busy so he decided to lounge around. He pulled out random books from the shelves, flipping through them and then putting them away. Kurama noticed a strange-looking book. Naturally he reached for it.
It was a rather new-looking book and it had no label. Kurama creased his forehead.
"What is this?" he said aloud.
Kurama opened the book and looked at the first page. It had some handwriting on it. The book wasn't actually a book, it seemed to be a journal. Kurama read the first lines. And then the other lines... until he had read twenty full pages.
What he had read shocked him completely. He had to show this journal to somebody... he had to show that journal to Mukuro!
-=-=-
OreWaTensai: Sorry for the cliffhanger! But just to encourage you to keep reading... I will be introducing Mukuro's second rival in the upcoming chapter! So please read and review and I promise to update as soon as I can! (