Title: The Shakings of Reality
Author: Neko-Yasha formally Hikarichan
Rating: R
Warnings: er.. Really testing the limitations of fanfiction.net. Disturbing, twisted, and probably a peice of crap you really wouldnt read normally.
Pairings: Very off the wall, So many friggen love triangles and OC pairings it aint even funny pal.
Disclaimer: I only own two things, Jack and shit, and Jack left town.
Inspiration: ... dude you dont even wanna know...
Category: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Action, Comedy-- In one word, deffinatly Jerry Springer Material.
Cross-over of: Oh God where do I start? Yu Yu Hakusho, Gundam Wing, Digimon, Ranma 1/2, Poke'mon, Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Fushigi Yuugi, and many more.
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Ch1. Khrazah: The fire fox?
"Lord, grant us our wish... we pray you, in holy document... "
".... Very well... The Lord says you two will become immortal beings on earth..."
"I must say I am somewhat dissopointed in you, Death and Life. I suppose love strikes those who are opposite... You have permission to live your existence on earth with your powers, however... do not let your duties take you to far or you will be stopped..."
"Thank you... Gabriel and Poerth."
"Go now.." ordered Gabriel.
"The next order of business... Khrazah, step forward." A female youkai walked from behind a few other men, folding her wings as a sign of respect, when she kneeled before her king. Khrazah, a fox demon. She was short and her bown hair was long to her tail that swished about with impatience. Her ears twitched as she glanced to her king, awaiting his orders. Little did she know her life as she knew it was going to change, "You are of the strongest of our kind, the only one who can rid us of this... Youko Kurama... he's been a neusence. Stealing from the temples and all... " She nodded and stood," I understand..."
"Good... your armor has been prepared, leave now." She bowed and took her leave, turning on a heel and stepping through palace doors into doormatories. She was given red armor. Then she let the palace doors open to the outside and spread her wings, taking off in flight. Feathers allowed her to speed in the wind as the smell of yohko blood suddenly whipped past her animal nose. She stopped abruptly over a forest and sook out with eyes sharp as a hawks. Slowly, Khrazah decended to the forest floor in a clearing avoiding the trees. She looked about her surroundings and subtly pulled a silver double edged sword from its sheath in her armor.
The sword was beautiful indeed, carvings of fire dragons in the pure metal, and the hilt like a raven claw holding a red orb. She took one practice swing to make sure her grip was firm, then stepped into the darkness of shade. Wandering into the sunlight, the smell of youkai blood grew stronger and she could track him ever so easilly now.
His ears twitched as he tried to escaped the metal traps peirced through his skin. Someone was coming... A little alarmed now, the fox-youkai moved quickly in attempt to remove the poachers trap from his leg. Blood stained and in pain his struggles only semmed to make the trap dig deeper and poison him more. Suddenly he lifted his head to a person who had stepped through the brush, her sword directly aligned with the middle of his eyes. Another fox, but this was a youkai. She looked puzzled at him, then smirked in a devious way," well, well, well... I never thought it would be so easy to track you down... what luck that you get trapped on a day someone sent to kill you..." Her voice wasnt that of a killer and neither her eyes... but looks can be decieving.
She paused though when lifting her sword and looked at the pathetic sight before her... would she damage her dignity and therefor swing? ... or would she help a tired boy near death. He was cut and bruised everywhere, blood visible on his chest and arms, and especially his legs. The more she looked at him the more she felt the need to lower her blade. Then a voice woke her from thought," if your going to kill me then do it already, I am more than prepared to die." Had her ears heard right? In all of Makai, no youkai, yohko, oni, nothing spoke those words. Those were the words of a true heart filled with honor. But she had orders... She lifted the sword higher, her choice made and she swung the blade with all her strength.
Kurama braced himself, closed his eyes and awaited death's cold hand... then heard a clang, and a break in metal. He lifted his eyelids to look at her... she'd cut right through the chains that held him in place. Then smiled weakly, sheathing her sword. "I believe my king wrong, and I dont kill the honorable." She kneeled next to him and started removing the traps, taking off part of her armor and setting it as a pillow beneath his head. Kurama wasnt sure what he was seeing... had he died and this was a dream? Or was this some cruel joke of a freind? Bah! nonsense, he had no friends in Makai... but he didnt feel dead. Looking at her as she began to smash herbs into a bowl and mix it with water from a cantine he asked," ... why?" She blinked... shook her head with a light smile and slipped her hand under his head to tip it towards the bowl.
He accepted it, not caring if it were poison or medicine... he drank this unknown liquid, a sour-sweet substance and his expression winced a bit. But he drank all of it nonetheless. Then she layed his head down again and placed the bowl aside moving to each wound. She had pulled a pouch from her belt and began placing a powder over each wound, then wrapping it up tighly so it may heal proporly... and slowly Kurama's counciousness fadded into a comfortabe sleep. Who was this girl that saved him? That put down her sword and disobeyed the orders of her king?
"Khrazah... You tell me you didnt kill him?" Khrazah shook her head before the court. Her wings still folded out of respect, and she waited for punishment or mercy from her king. "I believed you wrong majesty... and it is against my code to kill an honorable being."
"You find that theif honorable!?"
"Yes...when one is near death and asks to die, rather than beg for life in fear, that is honor. I couldnt bring myself to kill someone that noble.." The king narrowed his eyes at Khrazah... she was suggesting he was wrong and he sighed suddenly. "Very well...You've gone soft Khrazah" For a split second Khrazah thought her king would show mercy... but that was only until he lifted his hand and chains suddenly wrapped her wings and shackled them tightly, she couldnt fly. Khrazah turned to look at trapped feathers, a expression of fear on her face when she turned back to her king. "You disobeyed your king...you are a trader.." A mark of a dot appeared on her cheek. "And you are banished," another mark, one of a bar above a scrape. Then strong guards grabbed her arms. She struggled free against them," Your majesty! I am loyal to you all my life and steer in no wrong path and this is how you repay me!?" The king stood and walked past the throne, to leave through a back room. "Your majesty!" She growled a yell after him before a guard struck her over the head," That's enough from you trader!" And Khrazah fell, into black unconciousness. "D...Damn it..."
She awoke, to the gentle hoot of a night owl, and slowly began to rise, rubbing her head. "Ugh...where did those imbasils drop me to?" She lifted her eyes to take in her surroundings... lifting one hand to rub the cut on her head. "Itai..." grumbling at a light sting she heard a rustle in the leaves.. "Who's there?" Immediately Khrazah got to her feet. She reached for her sword or arrows.. but neither were upon her back or belt. "...shit..." she cursed out. They took the liberty of disarming her-- how convienient. Another rustle, this time from the trees," Again I say whos there? Show yourself.." She commanded who ever was in the trees... the smell was familiar. Then steps from behind her, she whiped around and saw a figure come from the shaddows. "You... Kurama?"
He nodded. He looked much better compared to when she had first found him. Cleaned clothes and body, his wounds had healed up. He raised a brow at her bloody shoulder and small drops of the substance still hanging from her ear. "Why do you bleed?" He asked, seeming of little concern. She lifted her hand to touch her ear and felt a dampness there," ... I hadnt noticed I was... " He walked to her and placed his fingertips to her chin, turning it to get a look at the back of her head. "You have yourself a nasty cut there..."
She growled," Who said you could touch me!?" And she lifted her hand to slap him but he caught it within his grasp almost insantly. "I'll forgive your rude behavior... come with me, we'll bandage your wound." Then he let her free of his hold and turned, beggining to walk the shadows, almost like he could care less if she followed. However she did, still a little suspicious of his sudden generosity.
They came to a small clearing, where poorly made tents were pitched and small camp fires graced the ground, roasting atop them were large sums of meat. Khrazah's nose twitched at the smells, a terrible stench only bachelors of the male species could leave behind. Others like him came from the tents, but they not nearly as beautiful... their hair was matted and clothes dirty, their stench all Khrazah could bare to focus on. One who seemed to be the leader stepped forward," What have you brought now Kurama? A stray youkai for our dinner?" Kurama shook his head," No, this one I intend to stay with us."
"Stay?"
"Yes, Yomi, I have seen her fight, she is quite strong, she can earn her keep." Yomi gave a puzzling look before he stepped closer to her. He circled her, leaning close to the neck in order to give a wiff. Then his nose crinkled, as if repelled by the scent. "No." He said abruptly.
"No?"
"No-"
"But Yomi-"
"I said No Kurama... unless your freind here can beat three of our best?"
He looked at her like he were supirior, and she starred back in disgust, before smirking slightly. "If you wish me to show my skills, then it is your mens funeral if they fight me." Yomi laughed at that," bold words for a woman among strange men...Then come, defeat our best." Khrazah smirked, a small laugh of confidence from her throat and she stepped forward awaiting the first attacker," ... as you wish, foolish leader."
The first attacked, and Khrazah barely moved, just stepped aside, then slashed straight in the jugular, causing him to fall back and die instantly from the clean cut. Then she looked the two left, their eyes intimidated and showing slight fear. She smiled at that... and awaited their attack. Not moments later did Khrazah not only defeat, but kill and pass her test... however, Yomi wasnt as reliable as he said... for the next night, the clan packed up and left Kurama and Khrazah, with out a trace... they abandoned them in the night.
Days passed, maybe months or years, but it hadnt mattered to her. Time could have stopped for all she cared, for she was happy in the little den with the youkai theif. For once in her life, Khrazah had become content. Her wings may have become chained, and she may have never seen home again...but it didnt matter now, none of it mattered. Or so she thought.
Arrows flew across a field of blood that day when she stepped out of the forest and starred at her kin, being slottered.
"Your going back to help them!? After they banished you!?"
"Correction, I'm going back after the king banished me."
He grabbed her shoulders, starred into her eyes," You cant, you'll be killed-"
"Don't..."
Confusuion began to show in his eyes," what?"
"Don't give me that... If I die then I die... but Kurama, you must understand, these are my people, my friends and family, I cant just sit back and watch them die."
"Your friends and family are the ones that turned their back on you!? Then I wonder who you consider an enemy."
Without further argument she blew off his comments and slapped his hands away, running off into battle. Kurama sighed," ... I'm going to regret this..." Then he too, took up a sword, and ran to fight by her side.
Little did they know the disaster that would fall upon them. Sweat poured down her brow now and she looked towards the king who had separated her from her love and captured her... His dark skin and black hair, she remembered and cursed his image as she was dragged away to town square. ".., Damned King... I'LL KILL YOU!" She struggled against the guards but a strike over her head and she was unconcious... Why? Why did it have to happen this way?
Author: Neko-Yasha formally Hikarichan
Rating: R
Warnings: er.. Really testing the limitations of fanfiction.net. Disturbing, twisted, and probably a peice of crap you really wouldnt read normally.
Pairings: Very off the wall, So many friggen love triangles and OC pairings it aint even funny pal.
Disclaimer: I only own two things, Jack and shit, and Jack left town.
Inspiration: ... dude you dont even wanna know...
Category: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Action, Comedy-- In one word, deffinatly Jerry Springer Material.
Cross-over of: Oh God where do I start? Yu Yu Hakusho, Gundam Wing, Digimon, Ranma 1/2, Poke'mon, Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Fushigi Yuugi, and many more.
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Ch1. Khrazah: The fire fox?
"Lord, grant us our wish... we pray you, in holy document... "
".... Very well... The Lord says you two will become immortal beings on earth..."
"I must say I am somewhat dissopointed in you, Death and Life. I suppose love strikes those who are opposite... You have permission to live your existence on earth with your powers, however... do not let your duties take you to far or you will be stopped..."
"Thank you... Gabriel and Poerth."
"Go now.." ordered Gabriel.
"The next order of business... Khrazah, step forward." A female youkai walked from behind a few other men, folding her wings as a sign of respect, when she kneeled before her king. Khrazah, a fox demon. She was short and her bown hair was long to her tail that swished about with impatience. Her ears twitched as she glanced to her king, awaiting his orders. Little did she know her life as she knew it was going to change, "You are of the strongest of our kind, the only one who can rid us of this... Youko Kurama... he's been a neusence. Stealing from the temples and all... " She nodded and stood," I understand..."
"Good... your armor has been prepared, leave now." She bowed and took her leave, turning on a heel and stepping through palace doors into doormatories. She was given red armor. Then she let the palace doors open to the outside and spread her wings, taking off in flight. Feathers allowed her to speed in the wind as the smell of yohko blood suddenly whipped past her animal nose. She stopped abruptly over a forest and sook out with eyes sharp as a hawks. Slowly, Khrazah decended to the forest floor in a clearing avoiding the trees. She looked about her surroundings and subtly pulled a silver double edged sword from its sheath in her armor.
The sword was beautiful indeed, carvings of fire dragons in the pure metal, and the hilt like a raven claw holding a red orb. She took one practice swing to make sure her grip was firm, then stepped into the darkness of shade. Wandering into the sunlight, the smell of youkai blood grew stronger and she could track him ever so easilly now.
His ears twitched as he tried to escaped the metal traps peirced through his skin. Someone was coming... A little alarmed now, the fox-youkai moved quickly in attempt to remove the poachers trap from his leg. Blood stained and in pain his struggles only semmed to make the trap dig deeper and poison him more. Suddenly he lifted his head to a person who had stepped through the brush, her sword directly aligned with the middle of his eyes. Another fox, but this was a youkai. She looked puzzled at him, then smirked in a devious way," well, well, well... I never thought it would be so easy to track you down... what luck that you get trapped on a day someone sent to kill you..." Her voice wasnt that of a killer and neither her eyes... but looks can be decieving.
She paused though when lifting her sword and looked at the pathetic sight before her... would she damage her dignity and therefor swing? ... or would she help a tired boy near death. He was cut and bruised everywhere, blood visible on his chest and arms, and especially his legs. The more she looked at him the more she felt the need to lower her blade. Then a voice woke her from thought," if your going to kill me then do it already, I am more than prepared to die." Had her ears heard right? In all of Makai, no youkai, yohko, oni, nothing spoke those words. Those were the words of a true heart filled with honor. But she had orders... She lifted the sword higher, her choice made and she swung the blade with all her strength.
Kurama braced himself, closed his eyes and awaited death's cold hand... then heard a clang, and a break in metal. He lifted his eyelids to look at her... she'd cut right through the chains that held him in place. Then smiled weakly, sheathing her sword. "I believe my king wrong, and I dont kill the honorable." She kneeled next to him and started removing the traps, taking off part of her armor and setting it as a pillow beneath his head. Kurama wasnt sure what he was seeing... had he died and this was a dream? Or was this some cruel joke of a freind? Bah! nonsense, he had no friends in Makai... but he didnt feel dead. Looking at her as she began to smash herbs into a bowl and mix it with water from a cantine he asked," ... why?" She blinked... shook her head with a light smile and slipped her hand under his head to tip it towards the bowl.
He accepted it, not caring if it were poison or medicine... he drank this unknown liquid, a sour-sweet substance and his expression winced a bit. But he drank all of it nonetheless. Then she layed his head down again and placed the bowl aside moving to each wound. She had pulled a pouch from her belt and began placing a powder over each wound, then wrapping it up tighly so it may heal proporly... and slowly Kurama's counciousness fadded into a comfortabe sleep. Who was this girl that saved him? That put down her sword and disobeyed the orders of her king?
"Khrazah... You tell me you didnt kill him?" Khrazah shook her head before the court. Her wings still folded out of respect, and she waited for punishment or mercy from her king. "I believed you wrong majesty... and it is against my code to kill an honorable being."
"You find that theif honorable!?"
"Yes...when one is near death and asks to die, rather than beg for life in fear, that is honor. I couldnt bring myself to kill someone that noble.." The king narrowed his eyes at Khrazah... she was suggesting he was wrong and he sighed suddenly. "Very well...You've gone soft Khrazah" For a split second Khrazah thought her king would show mercy... but that was only until he lifted his hand and chains suddenly wrapped her wings and shackled them tightly, she couldnt fly. Khrazah turned to look at trapped feathers, a expression of fear on her face when she turned back to her king. "You disobeyed your king...you are a trader.." A mark of a dot appeared on her cheek. "And you are banished," another mark, one of a bar above a scrape. Then strong guards grabbed her arms. She struggled free against them," Your majesty! I am loyal to you all my life and steer in no wrong path and this is how you repay me!?" The king stood and walked past the throne, to leave through a back room. "Your majesty!" She growled a yell after him before a guard struck her over the head," That's enough from you trader!" And Khrazah fell, into black unconciousness. "D...Damn it..."
She awoke, to the gentle hoot of a night owl, and slowly began to rise, rubbing her head. "Ugh...where did those imbasils drop me to?" She lifted her eyes to take in her surroundings... lifting one hand to rub the cut on her head. "Itai..." grumbling at a light sting she heard a rustle in the leaves.. "Who's there?" Immediately Khrazah got to her feet. She reached for her sword or arrows.. but neither were upon her back or belt. "...shit..." she cursed out. They took the liberty of disarming her-- how convienient. Another rustle, this time from the trees," Again I say whos there? Show yourself.." She commanded who ever was in the trees... the smell was familiar. Then steps from behind her, she whiped around and saw a figure come from the shaddows. "You... Kurama?"
He nodded. He looked much better compared to when she had first found him. Cleaned clothes and body, his wounds had healed up. He raised a brow at her bloody shoulder and small drops of the substance still hanging from her ear. "Why do you bleed?" He asked, seeming of little concern. She lifted her hand to touch her ear and felt a dampness there," ... I hadnt noticed I was... " He walked to her and placed his fingertips to her chin, turning it to get a look at the back of her head. "You have yourself a nasty cut there..."
She growled," Who said you could touch me!?" And she lifted her hand to slap him but he caught it within his grasp almost insantly. "I'll forgive your rude behavior... come with me, we'll bandage your wound." Then he let her free of his hold and turned, beggining to walk the shadows, almost like he could care less if she followed. However she did, still a little suspicious of his sudden generosity.
They came to a small clearing, where poorly made tents were pitched and small camp fires graced the ground, roasting atop them were large sums of meat. Khrazah's nose twitched at the smells, a terrible stench only bachelors of the male species could leave behind. Others like him came from the tents, but they not nearly as beautiful... their hair was matted and clothes dirty, their stench all Khrazah could bare to focus on. One who seemed to be the leader stepped forward," What have you brought now Kurama? A stray youkai for our dinner?" Kurama shook his head," No, this one I intend to stay with us."
"Stay?"
"Yes, Yomi, I have seen her fight, she is quite strong, she can earn her keep." Yomi gave a puzzling look before he stepped closer to her. He circled her, leaning close to the neck in order to give a wiff. Then his nose crinkled, as if repelled by the scent. "No." He said abruptly.
"No?"
"No-"
"But Yomi-"
"I said No Kurama... unless your freind here can beat three of our best?"
He looked at her like he were supirior, and she starred back in disgust, before smirking slightly. "If you wish me to show my skills, then it is your mens funeral if they fight me." Yomi laughed at that," bold words for a woman among strange men...Then come, defeat our best." Khrazah smirked, a small laugh of confidence from her throat and she stepped forward awaiting the first attacker," ... as you wish, foolish leader."
The first attacked, and Khrazah barely moved, just stepped aside, then slashed straight in the jugular, causing him to fall back and die instantly from the clean cut. Then she looked the two left, their eyes intimidated and showing slight fear. She smiled at that... and awaited their attack. Not moments later did Khrazah not only defeat, but kill and pass her test... however, Yomi wasnt as reliable as he said... for the next night, the clan packed up and left Kurama and Khrazah, with out a trace... they abandoned them in the night.
Days passed, maybe months or years, but it hadnt mattered to her. Time could have stopped for all she cared, for she was happy in the little den with the youkai theif. For once in her life, Khrazah had become content. Her wings may have become chained, and she may have never seen home again...but it didnt matter now, none of it mattered. Or so she thought.
Arrows flew across a field of blood that day when she stepped out of the forest and starred at her kin, being slottered.
"Your going back to help them!? After they banished you!?"
"Correction, I'm going back after the king banished me."
He grabbed her shoulders, starred into her eyes," You cant, you'll be killed-"
"Don't..."
Confusuion began to show in his eyes," what?"
"Don't give me that... If I die then I die... but Kurama, you must understand, these are my people, my friends and family, I cant just sit back and watch them die."
"Your friends and family are the ones that turned their back on you!? Then I wonder who you consider an enemy."
Without further argument she blew off his comments and slapped his hands away, running off into battle. Kurama sighed," ... I'm going to regret this..." Then he too, took up a sword, and ran to fight by her side.
Little did they know the disaster that would fall upon them. Sweat poured down her brow now and she looked towards the king who had separated her from her love and captured her... His dark skin and black hair, she remembered and cursed his image as she was dragged away to town square. ".., Damned King... I'LL KILL YOU!" She struggled against the guards but a strike over her head and she was unconcious... Why? Why did it have to happen this way?