YAY! Reviews!!!! I thank those who gave me reviews!! *hugs reviews* AH, yes, Dragon Scythe (I know who you are, but I won't reveal that to the world. See you at Xmas.) I have writers block on Jin's part of Ice Meet Wind. It has gotten to the point where I had to be dragged away from the computer because my parents were scared of me killing the modem with the keyboard. Also, (Just thought you'd like to know…) this fic was supposed to be a short little random thing, but it doesn't look like that now… I talked to some people about it and they gave me some really good ideas I could add in. Unfortunately, during one of my talks with these people, I spilled the TOP SECRET ENDING. Only that person knows! No one else. You all must wait and see. May the new chappie begin. (the memory scene is in no particular point of view)
Ghost and Shadow Ch. 4: Memories
Kurama was not the only one who was letting memories overcome their thoughts. In the very next room Kris was also thinking about the past. Great minds must think alike, because both were thinking about the exact same memory. The memory of the day they had met for the very first time.
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A small kit was running through the woods by his den. He and his father had just gotten into another fight, and he just wanted to be as far from home as possible. Actually, his father had hit him during the fight. It had frightened the little kit that his own parent would actually harm his only son, so away the little fox went. He could still here his mother calling for him.
"Kurama! Please come back! Kurama!!"
"No. I don't want to go back. I need to get father away…" Kurama was talking to himself. Encouraged by those words, he ran even faster. "The trees are thinning out…" he said to himself again after an hour. Trees thinning out usually meant that he was getting closer to a clearing or a village. The last thing Kurama wanted was for people to see him, so he stuck just inside the tree border. He continued to run, but at a slower pace.
I should go back. Mom will be worried. Kurama thought. Then he frowned. Dad won't be. I think he's actually scared of me…but there's no reason for him to be… Kurama was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't see another kit run out onto the path he was using. Before either of them realized it, they had run smack into each other.
"Ow!" the new kit was sitting on the ground, rubbing her head. "Watch where you're going!"
"S-sorry," Kurama stuttered, embarrassed that he had so ungracefully run into someone else. Getting up off the ground, Kurama offered his hand to the new kit.
"Thanks," she said. Grabbing his hand, she hoisted herself up. Finally, Kurama got a good look at the kit he had run into. The kit was a female and had long black hair and red eyes. Not many Youkos were like that, then again, not many were like Kurama.
"I am sorry," he tried to say again, but was cut off by a wave of the girl's hand.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Kind of my fault too, so don't blame yourself. By the way," she said, eyeing him intently. "Just what were you so intent on getting away from?"
"Huh?" How'd she know I was running?
"Oh, come on! I can tell you were running from something. You were going so fast and looked so preoccupied, that's the only possible explanation. Unless you were going to the market for milk and bread." she added sarcastically.
Kurama had to laugh. "Ok, you caught me. My turn to ask you something. What were you in a hurry to get to or from?"
"Same reason as you, I'm afraid." she tossed her hair out of her eyes with a twist of the head. She sighed, "Parents are being asses. I couldn't take it, so away I went. Nothing big. They probably aren't worried."
"My mom probably is," said Kurama sadly. "I hate doing this to her…"
"Then why are you running?" she looked very surprised, "Go back home if you're ashamed to hurt her."
"My dad is sort of the reason I'm running away. He hit me during one of his rants at me. It really hurt, so I left the house without looking back."
"Still, if you have one good reason, go back. Not worth losing a person you care dearly about, if you ask me." the kit added after a moment of looking Kurama over, "Why'd he hit you?"
Kurama looked surprised. No one had ever asked him so many questions or given him so much advice before. "Um, I think it's because he's scared of me. No one knows what I'm capable of, not even me. I, uh, sort of have a genetic mutation. A rare one at that."
"Hmm," She nodded sincerely. "Same with me. I got some kind of mutation as well. Ever notice how other Youkos look and then compare their looks to yourself?"
"All the time. We have different colors in both the eyes and fur."
"But that's not all. I sensed that they're weaker than me. You get that feeling?"
Kurama nodded. Everything she said was true. He did sense less power coming from them than himself. It made him feel (though he would never admit it) superior.
The girl kit changed the subject abruptly. "Hey, you got a mean head butt. What's your name?"
"Kurama. And yours?"
"The name's Kris. Not sort for anything. Just Kris." she abruptly changed the subject again. She has a bad habit of doing this. Kurama thought. "Hey. You think if we go back to our homes, our parents will accept us again?"
Kurama just smiled and nodded. "I do believe they will. Hopefully."
"Good, because it's getting cold out here, and I don't like the dark very much. I was thinking about going back. I don't live that far from here. About an hour. How about you?"
"I live an hour and a half from here if you go straight north."
Kris looked surprised. Very surprised, in fact, and pleased. "Hey! That means you're only a half an hour from my place! I live straight north too!"
"Care to walk back together?" Kurama offered his hand out to her. She backed away, looking unsure and confused. "Uh? What's the matter? If we both hold hands, we won't get lost in the woods."
"Good point," Kris shuddered. "I'd hate to get lost in here at night." She grabbed Kurama's hand and the two of them began to walk home. "So where'd you learn to head butt like that?" she asked him randomly. Kurama just laughed. This girl was one strange one, but he liked her.
The entire walk home for the kits was full of laughter and chatter. It was the beginnings of a very long lasting friendship.
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Kurama woke up to a very rough shaking. Yusuke was shaking him, trying to get him to wake up. It worked, but he kept on shaking. Kurama was really getting annoyed.
"YUSUKE!" he shouted in his ear, "I'm awake! Stop it!"
Yusuke winced and jumped away from Kurama. "Why'd you fall asleep out here? It doesn't look too comfy."
"For your information, I don't recall falling asleep out here!" Kurama shook his head (with no assistance from Yusuke) trying to clear the drowsiness that currently clouded rational thought. "What's with the dramatic wake up call, anyway?"
"Koenma wants to talk to us. Including Kris. Come on, let's go." Yusuke left the balcony leaving Kurama sitting there against the railing.
Sighing, Kurama got up to follow Yusuke. But, when he moved, he realized that there was now a cloak covering him. Cloak? I didn't bring a cloak out with me… Yet again he shook his head, but this time it was in confusion. Getting up, he folded the cloak up neatly and placed it in the corner of the balcony. As he went through the door, he missed seeing a pair of red eyes following his every move from the window next door.
More reviews, please! More reviews, sooner I update. Very simple, no?
Ghost and Shadow Ch. 4: Memories
Kurama was not the only one who was letting memories overcome their thoughts. In the very next room Kris was also thinking about the past. Great minds must think alike, because both were thinking about the exact same memory. The memory of the day they had met for the very first time.
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A small kit was running through the woods by his den. He and his father had just gotten into another fight, and he just wanted to be as far from home as possible. Actually, his father had hit him during the fight. It had frightened the little kit that his own parent would actually harm his only son, so away the little fox went. He could still here his mother calling for him.
"Kurama! Please come back! Kurama!!"
"No. I don't want to go back. I need to get father away…" Kurama was talking to himself. Encouraged by those words, he ran even faster. "The trees are thinning out…" he said to himself again after an hour. Trees thinning out usually meant that he was getting closer to a clearing or a village. The last thing Kurama wanted was for people to see him, so he stuck just inside the tree border. He continued to run, but at a slower pace.
I should go back. Mom will be worried. Kurama thought. Then he frowned. Dad won't be. I think he's actually scared of me…but there's no reason for him to be… Kurama was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't see another kit run out onto the path he was using. Before either of them realized it, they had run smack into each other.
"Ow!" the new kit was sitting on the ground, rubbing her head. "Watch where you're going!"
"S-sorry," Kurama stuttered, embarrassed that he had so ungracefully run into someone else. Getting up off the ground, Kurama offered his hand to the new kit.
"Thanks," she said. Grabbing his hand, she hoisted herself up. Finally, Kurama got a good look at the kit he had run into. The kit was a female and had long black hair and red eyes. Not many Youkos were like that, then again, not many were like Kurama.
"I am sorry," he tried to say again, but was cut off by a wave of the girl's hand.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Kind of my fault too, so don't blame yourself. By the way," she said, eyeing him intently. "Just what were you so intent on getting away from?"
"Huh?" How'd she know I was running?
"Oh, come on! I can tell you were running from something. You were going so fast and looked so preoccupied, that's the only possible explanation. Unless you were going to the market for milk and bread." she added sarcastically.
Kurama had to laugh. "Ok, you caught me. My turn to ask you something. What were you in a hurry to get to or from?"
"Same reason as you, I'm afraid." she tossed her hair out of her eyes with a twist of the head. She sighed, "Parents are being asses. I couldn't take it, so away I went. Nothing big. They probably aren't worried."
"My mom probably is," said Kurama sadly. "I hate doing this to her…"
"Then why are you running?" she looked very surprised, "Go back home if you're ashamed to hurt her."
"My dad is sort of the reason I'm running away. He hit me during one of his rants at me. It really hurt, so I left the house without looking back."
"Still, if you have one good reason, go back. Not worth losing a person you care dearly about, if you ask me." the kit added after a moment of looking Kurama over, "Why'd he hit you?"
Kurama looked surprised. No one had ever asked him so many questions or given him so much advice before. "Um, I think it's because he's scared of me. No one knows what I'm capable of, not even me. I, uh, sort of have a genetic mutation. A rare one at that."
"Hmm," She nodded sincerely. "Same with me. I got some kind of mutation as well. Ever notice how other Youkos look and then compare their looks to yourself?"
"All the time. We have different colors in both the eyes and fur."
"But that's not all. I sensed that they're weaker than me. You get that feeling?"
Kurama nodded. Everything she said was true. He did sense less power coming from them than himself. It made him feel (though he would never admit it) superior.
The girl kit changed the subject abruptly. "Hey, you got a mean head butt. What's your name?"
"Kurama. And yours?"
"The name's Kris. Not sort for anything. Just Kris." she abruptly changed the subject again. She has a bad habit of doing this. Kurama thought. "Hey. You think if we go back to our homes, our parents will accept us again?"
Kurama just smiled and nodded. "I do believe they will. Hopefully."
"Good, because it's getting cold out here, and I don't like the dark very much. I was thinking about going back. I don't live that far from here. About an hour. How about you?"
"I live an hour and a half from here if you go straight north."
Kris looked surprised. Very surprised, in fact, and pleased. "Hey! That means you're only a half an hour from my place! I live straight north too!"
"Care to walk back together?" Kurama offered his hand out to her. She backed away, looking unsure and confused. "Uh? What's the matter? If we both hold hands, we won't get lost in the woods."
"Good point," Kris shuddered. "I'd hate to get lost in here at night." She grabbed Kurama's hand and the two of them began to walk home. "So where'd you learn to head butt like that?" she asked him randomly. Kurama just laughed. This girl was one strange one, but he liked her.
The entire walk home for the kits was full of laughter and chatter. It was the beginnings of a very long lasting friendship.
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Kurama woke up to a very rough shaking. Yusuke was shaking him, trying to get him to wake up. It worked, but he kept on shaking. Kurama was really getting annoyed.
"YUSUKE!" he shouted in his ear, "I'm awake! Stop it!"
Yusuke winced and jumped away from Kurama. "Why'd you fall asleep out here? It doesn't look too comfy."
"For your information, I don't recall falling asleep out here!" Kurama shook his head (with no assistance from Yusuke) trying to clear the drowsiness that currently clouded rational thought. "What's with the dramatic wake up call, anyway?"
"Koenma wants to talk to us. Including Kris. Come on, let's go." Yusuke left the balcony leaving Kurama sitting there against the railing.
Sighing, Kurama got up to follow Yusuke. But, when he moved, he realized that there was now a cloak covering him. Cloak? I didn't bring a cloak out with me… Yet again he shook his head, but this time it was in confusion. Getting up, he folded the cloak up neatly and placed it in the corner of the balcony. As he went through the door, he missed seeing a pair of red eyes following his every move from the window next door.
More reviews, please! More reviews, sooner I update. Very simple, no?