Disclaimer: not mine Yoshihiro Togashi's
NAGEM! another new person! Happy happy!
Thank you to:
Nagem for (trying? Mebbe I'm doing it wrong..) letting me know how to get italics
Fire Gemron & Darknessflameyoukai telling me what kind of demon Kuro is!
Just to let the rest of you know, I'm turning Kuronue's little jewelry thing into a necklace! If it was a pendant or a bracelet or something, NOW IT'S A NECKLACE!
Random symbols: creative cursing because I was too lazy to type it out.
Italics means thoughts or whatever inside peoples' heads, kay? Specifically Youko!
Oh, and this is the character vocab for this chapter! (the Japanese definitions will be waiting for you at the bottom).
Youko-Youko Kurama
Kurama-the general person-ya know, Kurama and Suiichi scrambled up?
Suiichi-umm..don't know if I'm gonna use this one..--"
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"KURONUE! RUN! FLY! MOVE IT!" a silver haired fox demon called out to his partner and long-time friend as he raced through the thick bamboo forest, his voice laced with panic. Bounty hunters and Reikai Tantei alike were pursuing the two demons.
A sudden snap of a dry twig alerted the bat demon to the presence of a hunter right behind him. There were too many hunters to fight, and if they took flight, they would almost certainly be shot down. Their only option was to flee. On foot.
Another snap sounded in the forest; a bright glint of gold and a slight tension around his neck told Kuronue that his necklace had caught on something and been left behind. He skidded to a halt and swerved around, nearly tripping on a rock as he did so. He would not leave his necklace behind. It was the only thing that he possessed that he valued more than his life. He heard Kurama let out a horrified yell.
"KURONUE! They're right behind—" the chimera's eyes widened, as he felt a dull pressure against his back.
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The scene swirled together in a vast mix of colors, and he found himself suddenly standing in the middle of one of their many hideouts, eyes flickering from the walls to the floor and ceiling.
Then—nothing. . . .
Kuronue was floating sleepily in a void of darkness. Literally. He was floating in a small, circular, dark chamber with no furniture whatsoever. Unfortunately, it did have very solid—if flexible—walls.
::bump::
"OW!! WHAT THE $$#?"the startled demon let out a series of curses while gripping his throbbing head...before realizing that he was alive.
"Botan. . .?" The chimera asked hesitantly for the ferry girl who had led him to the spirit world, eyes wide. They had left on friendly—if cautious—terms after his trial and punishment.
No answer.
Puzzled, Kuronue inspected his hands. Then his feet. And the rest of himself. He wasn't the slightest bit transparent, and couldn't fly without the use of his wings. He certainly wasn't a reincarnation, or all of the memories from his past wouldn't be there. Especially the memory of how his death had come about.
The bat demon ran his hands along the smooth, seamless walls that contained him. There was no opening. No door, no crack, not even a good-old-fashioned vent. "WHO STUCK ME IN HERE!?" Utterly bewildered, and beginning to feel slightly claustrophobic, he assaulted the barrier, his wings lifting and flapping urgently, the tatters of what was left of his cloak fluttering like a wounded butterfly's wings.
"LET—" BANG
"ME—" BANG
"OUT!!!"
Frustrated, Kuronue reached into his pocket and unfolded a small, almost invisible knife that had been stolen from King Enma himself a few years ago (A/N: remember, he thinks that it was a few years ago. He's been dead for a while now, though, so it's been stolen for longer than that...just wanted to tell you) it had been very useful many times before, because could cut through almost any material in all three worlds.
It proved itself worthy of its former once again. crack the smallest sign of strain appeared on the opaque wall when the silver blue-tinted blade tapped against it, and the bat demon grinned, digging it in further. It would work! He was sure of it.
The blade broke with a small ping.
Well...almost.
Kuronue glowered at the remains of the knife.
"That's it? That's all a knife from KING ENMA will do? WHAT THE FUCKIN HELL? DAMMIT! Kuramaaaa! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I ACTUALLY NEED YOU?"
This was all spoken by a demon that was still not aware of his partner's death—and life.
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and back to Koenma's place. . .
"JORGE!! THIS IS COMING OUT OF YOUR PAYCHECK!!"
Yusuke continued to stare the glowing TV as it continued to replay the video. He tried desperately to ignore the nearly drooling Kuwabara and loud noises emitting themselves from Jorge, Koenma, and Botan's mouths. He didn't quite comprehend how a basilisk in a rainforest in Makai was a mission for them, but then, Koenma had almost no sense of logic, either. To his left, Yusuke's red-headed (A/N: NOT KUWABARA!) teammate also curiously observed the screen. When the camera swung to film the clearing in the forest for the third time, his eyes narrowed.
Kurama's left eye twitched slightly as he felt a sharp, slightly itchy sensation in the back of his skull. A blurred, almost foggy image of Youko Kurama entered his mind, as it had done several other times in the past.
What is that strange employer of yours up to now? What- Youko started as he saw, through Suiichi's eyes, what was being played on screen
I know that forest . . . I know it quite well...
Just the slightest flash of gold entered Suiichi's eyes. For there, in a dim corner of the screen, was the tree that Kurama himself had planted there to keep the grave and memorial from being disturbed.
You should know. The tone was mild, although the words were of a serious type. Hiei informed me before. . .
What should I know? the image's ears twitched in anticipation, suspicious of the worst.
Someone tried to rob your cave. Koenma's holding him in a cell right now, even though he's unconscious. It's a basilisk demon, apparently a trained sorcerer.
Youko snorted. That's all? A pitiful basilisk? if the fox demon hadn't been so dignified, he would have rolled his eyes. Of course he got through my plants. I didn't have enough time to put up a decent barrier at that time, with the idiotic probation and all.
He cast a spell inside your den.
Suiiichi winced as he felt the kitsune inside grow agitated with feral, territorial instincts, thinking warily that perhaps he should not have told his other side. The thought was quickly reprimanded by the Youko within, who told him that he had every right to know what went inside his hideout. The flash of gold turned to an almost brilliant streak, and he turned to face "Enma Jr."
"Koenma. Why is Keila in the—old den?" he asked in an icy, even tone.
The pacifier-sucking ruler fidgeted, obviously trying to avoid something. "To resurrect someone."
The look he recieved needed no words to empower it.
"Kuronue."
Youko's surprise caught Suiichi off-guard, and he heedlessly obliged to the fox demon's will. Silver cascaded down the 17-year-old's red hair like lightning upon a blood-red sky, extending—as did his height. The boy had grown at least another foot. A bushy silver tail sprouted, and his clothing changed to the white articles of Youko Kurama. Once-green eyes now glowed with a golden hue. His voice had altered, as well.
"WHERE IS KEILA?"
Hiei scowled at all this from his spot on the windowsill (Rafters? Pick a..high up place for him to be..).
"Hn. Stupid fox..."
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Kuronue: SAVE MEEEEE!
Me: O.o; HOW DID YOU GET FREE!?!? gags him and shoves him in a closet
Pairings: Maybe.
Good romance if there are pairings? Very doubtful.
That's all, folks! ::laughs like an idiot::