Chapter 8: More explanations, Taisei, and the Dreadful Hag
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Disclaimer: Disclaimed. NOT MINE! Yoshihiro Togashi's
As usual, I'm late. ^__________^;;;
O.O *don't kill meeee!!!*
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I *did* make this chappie a little longer, though! ...not really...^-^ It took me forever to update, but I did! *munches on salad that has a gallon of extra dressing on the bottom of the bowl*
I stink at making salads. . .
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*Japanese vocabulary on the bottom*
***blah blah blah*** = memories, flashbacks, etc.
~blah blah blah~ = prologues, epilogues, etc.
# blah # = location
/blah/ = mental thoughts. No, they are not schizophrenic. ^-^
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Another good yu yu hakusho site: www.spiritdetectivecom credit to JDfielding for the tippy in her fic! His fic? -.-;; (READ IT/THEM)
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# Makai #
# Little woodsy place . . . #
~ "Kurama . . .? You know my brother?" ~
The Reikai Tantei and company goggled at the kitsune standing before them. Botan blinked, than whipped out her communicator. "Ahh. . . Koenma-sama?"
The screen fuzzed over, than cleared to show a busy toddler repeatedly stamping multiple papers, a single word printing itself across the glass.
"O-U-T"
The deity sweatdropped, and snapped the object shut. "He's not going to be much help!"
"I call myself Kinzoku Kitsune." the demon bowed slightly, kneeled, and swept up the herbs by her feet. After a careful inspection, she held them out timidly towards Shizuru, who stared at the plants until she realized that they were a gift, and accepted. When the ningen looked at her expectantly, Kinzoku offered an explanation, fingering the pearl bracelet on her wrist and shifting uneasily from one sandaled foot to another. "Where I was brought up. . . when one wished to become friends or allies, gifts were exchanged. I have not much to spare, but those leaves will heal wounds quickly when soaked in water, should you ever have the misfortune to be injured."
The receiver of her present placed the heavy, almost foam-like leaves in her black backpack, a question forming on her lips. "If you don't have much to spare, where did you get that bracelet?" The youkai glanced at the ornament with a trace of scorn in her expression.
"Petty theft. Stolen objects mean nothing."
"Uh-huh." Shizuru rummaged through her bag, and discovered a chocolate bar that had not yet melted into inedible goo. "Umm. . . here. . . ?" To her surprise, the maiden's face lit up with pleasure.
"So you shall help me find Kurama?"
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# One of the many dark, scary, creepy caves in Makai #
Hiei trotted aimlessly in random, zigzagging directions, still, not having discovered anyone to bother conversing with. His Jagan eye continued to sweep the everlasting forests. . . Until he felt an indication in a certain wolf demon's mind. Following the signal, he soon came to a dark stone cave that all but said, "DEATH."
Jagged rock formations scattered themselves across the earth, and gray moss- covered boulders towered above. Chunks of crumbled rubble lay about, a sure sign of much training. Withering shrubs and yellowing blades of grass was all that grew, and thick sheets of blackish ice suffocated anything else that dared to sprout. The koorime grimaced inwardly as he entered, much too familiar with the decor- and its source.
"Taisei!" He called out wearily into the gloom. Soft but harsh laughter echoed off the walls, and frozen water crept upwards, forming into a dark gleaming sculpture. The fire demon acted as an audience while the ice melted into a more refined character.
Slabs of the material fell away and shattered. A collection of spikes became visible atop the block. The manipulated demonic energy took on a humanoid form, and when all was complete, Hiei found himself looking into a pair of vacant eyes belonging to the "sculpture."
They were his own.
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(A/N: credit goes ta animerocker, for the character's name, description, etc. Thanks! ^-^)
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# The shores of Clearwater Lake #
Kurama sighed, sat himself at the shore of Clearwater Lake, and observed the rippling, petite waves dwindle to a flat surface, then rise again. The waters were very well named. The clean, cool water had even been rumored to have magical properties, though there were no actual witnesses or known demons who possessed such knowledge. Leaning his back into the rough bark of a tree, he stretched his legs out before him and crossed them. Every bit of the kitsune was placid and content as could be.
Aside from the small facts that his long-dead best friend was alive, and his worst enemy had also somehow been revived.
The crystal waters reflected the powder blue of the sky, and he cast a lazy glance across the landscape; remotely aware that someone was near.
~
Neon green irises overlapped by cat-like pupils and vertical lids gleamed in anticipation, and a twitching, blue, clawed hand slowly reached out of the bushes towards the (now) gray-furred fox demon's money pouch—then recoiled quickly when the latter stood up. Ill-fated was the pickpocket's choice of prey, for it was none other than the famed Youko Kurama who stood, snatched the aquatic youkai's wrist in a steely grip, and lifted its owner up into the air for disturbing his moment of tranquility, all in less than a blink of an eye.
Youko hurled his victim into the tree which he'd had been leaning on. The dazed individual staggered up, agape, hissing more from anger than pain.
"You'll pay for that, you bas-"
"Be silent." Sharp fangs subconsciously bared themselves. He was in no mood to calmly exchange insults. Brambles erupted threateningly from the earth on either side of the kitsune, their thorns promising a fate of infinite pain.
His adversary snapped his mouth shut, temporarily cowed, and ignorant of the name and reputation of the person he had just attempted to rob.
The fox had a very poor—and sometimes violent—sense of humor, but could not waste time on it at the moment. He tossed the offender into a patch of poisonous Emmert brambles, drew his cloak tighter around himself, and hurried of in a blur of silver tinged gray, leaving nothing but a whirl of dust and a struggling demon behind.
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~When Rinko, the lowly pickpocket, tramped out of the plants at last, he stooped to catch his breath before standing straight and recalling the meeting he'd had. The belligerent youkai he'd encountered had practically glowed with a strange aura. Then, shuddering, he remembered the tales told throughout Makai. The stories of a ferocious band of thieves who had robbed anyone in sight blind as a deaf, dying bat, whose leader had been killed, but described as a "vision of silver light and golden eyes."
The leader had been a fox demon.
Word around the many Dark Tournaments was that he had returned, but they were seldom believed. But now. . .
Rinko shuddered and dashed away, full of gossip to tell.
Youko Kurama was back.~
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A/N: ^_^;; I have horrible grammar. . . some of this stuff is probably wrongly used. . .
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# Forest somewhere... #
Kuwabara ran his thoughts through his mind once again.
Kurama was a fox demon. Kinzoku was a fox demon.
Fox demons were really spirit foxes, and could revert to either form.
Kinzoku was looking for Kurama.
. . . Why . . .?
"Aren't foxes sorta born together?" Kazuma asked. "How is it that you're here and he's there?" He waved a hand vaguely about.
"We were separated at birth-"
Yusuke started violently. "KUSO! I just remembered . . . Are Kurama's parents—your parents—still alive?" Visions of larger, even more imposing kitsunes floated around his brain.
Kinzoku let out an aggravated sigh. "No. They're not. Hunters murdered them while we were still dumb animals..." and thus *another* explanation was made. (A/N: Bahh...gotta stop doing that...)
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# Kuronue and co. #
After a small debate on whether or not to eliminate Jin, Kuronue chose not to, and resumed his hunt for the elusive hairline fracture he'd made earlier. His hand went to the spot on his chest where his necklace usually hung as he thought, a habit picked up ever since he'd met the mysterious girl he had wrongly insulted.
***The slight woman whirled around, angrily shouting, "GIVE IT BACK!" Her antagonist dangled a golden chain from his fingers.
"Come and get it." Kuronue replied tauntingly, and took flight, wings forcefully blowing the air into a small tornado that sent the female tumbling back. He did not notice the young fighter focus an alarming amount of energy into the palms of her trembling hands.
"S-SPIRIT WAVE!" the chimera dropped quickly from the sky, small bursts of light dancing before his eyes as he hit the ground. Staggering, he limped up, clutching at his pounding head.
"What friggin hell was that?"
"None of your business! I'll just be taking this. . . " She darted forward, snatched her precious necklace away, and began trotting down the path on which she had been ambushed.
"BAKA-YAORU! COME BACK HERE!"
"Baka-yaoru" stopped, turned slowly around, and sent him a look that could have burned through a wall of solid rock. The strands of pink hair and sleeves of her loose woolen shirt billowed out as another formidable incantation was murmured.***
The memory replayed itself again in his mind, and a wry smile crossed Kuronue's features as he recalled the horrific moment when he'd realized that the hateful female had locked away his ability to control and direct his ki. Though he rarely used his demonic skills, (excluding flight) it *was* reassuring to have a last reserve if all else failed.
She'd tossed the necklace to him, telling him that it would unleash his powers, but when taken away he would be rendered helpless to anyone with a significant trace of spirit energy. Only when she died or removed the spell would his normality be restored, his unusual weakness banished.
Of course, he had attempted an attack on her at that moment, only to gain pitiful results caused by a severely sprained ankle. By the time the jewelry was finally hung cautiously around his neck, the girl was out of sight.
Kuronue had yet to learn her true name, but had created one for his own amusement:
Dreadful Hag.
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Guess who Dreadful Hag is? ^-^;
You'll find out why Kinzoku is called Kinzoku soon. I think. . .
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Next up. . . hmmm. . .I dunno! @.@ You'll find out later.
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vocabulary: (from this chapter and some others)
Sake- alcoholic beverage
Nani- What
Baka- idiot, except it means a lot worse than idiot in Japanese...
Baka-yaoru- bitch (unless I spelt that wrong...)
Kinzoku- metal (you'll see why later on)
Kitsune- fox
Youkai- demon
Reikai- spirit world
Ningenkai- err... our world/ human world
Makai- demon world
Reikai Tantei- spirit detectives
Katana- a kind of sword
Ki- energy, spirit energy. . . take your pick
Trisap- created by me for strange purposes...
Emmert: I made that up, too. ^____^;;; **************
Bye!
Review!
Disclaimer: Disclaimed. NOT MINE! Yoshihiro Togashi's
As usual, I'm late. ^__________^;;;
O.O *don't kill meeee!!!*
~~~~~~~~~~
I *did* make this chappie a little longer, though! ...not really...^-^ It took me forever to update, but I did! *munches on salad that has a gallon of extra dressing on the bottom of the bowl*
I stink at making salads. . .
~~~~~~~~~
*Japanese vocabulary on the bottom*
***blah blah blah*** = memories, flashbacks, etc.
~blah blah blah~ = prologues, epilogues, etc.
# blah # = location
/blah/ = mental thoughts. No, they are not schizophrenic. ^-^
~~~~~~~~~
Another good yu yu hakusho site: www.spiritdetectivecom credit to JDfielding for the tippy in her fic! His fic? -.-;; (READ IT/THEM)
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# Makai #
# Little woodsy place . . . #
~ "Kurama . . .? You know my brother?" ~
The Reikai Tantei and company goggled at the kitsune standing before them. Botan blinked, than whipped out her communicator. "Ahh. . . Koenma-sama?"
The screen fuzzed over, than cleared to show a busy toddler repeatedly stamping multiple papers, a single word printing itself across the glass.
"O-U-T"
The deity sweatdropped, and snapped the object shut. "He's not going to be much help!"
"I call myself Kinzoku Kitsune." the demon bowed slightly, kneeled, and swept up the herbs by her feet. After a careful inspection, she held them out timidly towards Shizuru, who stared at the plants until she realized that they were a gift, and accepted. When the ningen looked at her expectantly, Kinzoku offered an explanation, fingering the pearl bracelet on her wrist and shifting uneasily from one sandaled foot to another. "Where I was brought up. . . when one wished to become friends or allies, gifts were exchanged. I have not much to spare, but those leaves will heal wounds quickly when soaked in water, should you ever have the misfortune to be injured."
The receiver of her present placed the heavy, almost foam-like leaves in her black backpack, a question forming on her lips. "If you don't have much to spare, where did you get that bracelet?" The youkai glanced at the ornament with a trace of scorn in her expression.
"Petty theft. Stolen objects mean nothing."
"Uh-huh." Shizuru rummaged through her bag, and discovered a chocolate bar that had not yet melted into inedible goo. "Umm. . . here. . . ?" To her surprise, the maiden's face lit up with pleasure.
"So you shall help me find Kurama?"
----------------------
# One of the many dark, scary, creepy caves in Makai #
Hiei trotted aimlessly in random, zigzagging directions, still, not having discovered anyone to bother conversing with. His Jagan eye continued to sweep the everlasting forests. . . Until he felt an indication in a certain wolf demon's mind. Following the signal, he soon came to a dark stone cave that all but said, "DEATH."
Jagged rock formations scattered themselves across the earth, and gray moss- covered boulders towered above. Chunks of crumbled rubble lay about, a sure sign of much training. Withering shrubs and yellowing blades of grass was all that grew, and thick sheets of blackish ice suffocated anything else that dared to sprout. The koorime grimaced inwardly as he entered, much too familiar with the decor- and its source.
"Taisei!" He called out wearily into the gloom. Soft but harsh laughter echoed off the walls, and frozen water crept upwards, forming into a dark gleaming sculpture. The fire demon acted as an audience while the ice melted into a more refined character.
Slabs of the material fell away and shattered. A collection of spikes became visible atop the block. The manipulated demonic energy took on a humanoid form, and when all was complete, Hiei found himself looking into a pair of vacant eyes belonging to the "sculpture."
They were his own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(A/N: credit goes ta animerocker, for the character's name, description, etc. Thanks! ^-^)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
# The shores of Clearwater Lake #
Kurama sighed, sat himself at the shore of Clearwater Lake, and observed the rippling, petite waves dwindle to a flat surface, then rise again. The waters were very well named. The clean, cool water had even been rumored to have magical properties, though there were no actual witnesses or known demons who possessed such knowledge. Leaning his back into the rough bark of a tree, he stretched his legs out before him and crossed them. Every bit of the kitsune was placid and content as could be.
Aside from the small facts that his long-dead best friend was alive, and his worst enemy had also somehow been revived.
The crystal waters reflected the powder blue of the sky, and he cast a lazy glance across the landscape; remotely aware that someone was near.
~
Neon green irises overlapped by cat-like pupils and vertical lids gleamed in anticipation, and a twitching, blue, clawed hand slowly reached out of the bushes towards the (now) gray-furred fox demon's money pouch—then recoiled quickly when the latter stood up. Ill-fated was the pickpocket's choice of prey, for it was none other than the famed Youko Kurama who stood, snatched the aquatic youkai's wrist in a steely grip, and lifted its owner up into the air for disturbing his moment of tranquility, all in less than a blink of an eye.
Youko hurled his victim into the tree which he'd had been leaning on. The dazed individual staggered up, agape, hissing more from anger than pain.
"You'll pay for that, you bas-"
"Be silent." Sharp fangs subconsciously bared themselves. He was in no mood to calmly exchange insults. Brambles erupted threateningly from the earth on either side of the kitsune, their thorns promising a fate of infinite pain.
His adversary snapped his mouth shut, temporarily cowed, and ignorant of the name and reputation of the person he had just attempted to rob.
The fox had a very poor—and sometimes violent—sense of humor, but could not waste time on it at the moment. He tossed the offender into a patch of poisonous Emmert brambles, drew his cloak tighter around himself, and hurried of in a blur of silver tinged gray, leaving nothing but a whirl of dust and a struggling demon behind.
~~~~~~~~~
~When Rinko, the lowly pickpocket, tramped out of the plants at last, he stooped to catch his breath before standing straight and recalling the meeting he'd had. The belligerent youkai he'd encountered had practically glowed with a strange aura. Then, shuddering, he remembered the tales told throughout Makai. The stories of a ferocious band of thieves who had robbed anyone in sight blind as a deaf, dying bat, whose leader had been killed, but described as a "vision of silver light and golden eyes."
The leader had been a fox demon.
Word around the many Dark Tournaments was that he had returned, but they were seldom believed. But now. . .
Rinko shuddered and dashed away, full of gossip to tell.
Youko Kurama was back.~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: ^_^;; I have horrible grammar. . . some of this stuff is probably wrongly used. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
# Forest somewhere... #
Kuwabara ran his thoughts through his mind once again.
Kurama was a fox demon. Kinzoku was a fox demon.
Fox demons were really spirit foxes, and could revert to either form.
Kinzoku was looking for Kurama.
. . . Why . . .?
"Aren't foxes sorta born together?" Kazuma asked. "How is it that you're here and he's there?" He waved a hand vaguely about.
"We were separated at birth-"
Yusuke started violently. "KUSO! I just remembered . . . Are Kurama's parents—your parents—still alive?" Visions of larger, even more imposing kitsunes floated around his brain.
Kinzoku let out an aggravated sigh. "No. They're not. Hunters murdered them while we were still dumb animals..." and thus *another* explanation was made. (A/N: Bahh...gotta stop doing that...)
-----------------
# Kuronue and co. #
After a small debate on whether or not to eliminate Jin, Kuronue chose not to, and resumed his hunt for the elusive hairline fracture he'd made earlier. His hand went to the spot on his chest where his necklace usually hung as he thought, a habit picked up ever since he'd met the mysterious girl he had wrongly insulted.
***The slight woman whirled around, angrily shouting, "GIVE IT BACK!" Her antagonist dangled a golden chain from his fingers.
"Come and get it." Kuronue replied tauntingly, and took flight, wings forcefully blowing the air into a small tornado that sent the female tumbling back. He did not notice the young fighter focus an alarming amount of energy into the palms of her trembling hands.
"S-SPIRIT WAVE!" the chimera dropped quickly from the sky, small bursts of light dancing before his eyes as he hit the ground. Staggering, he limped up, clutching at his pounding head.
"What friggin hell was that?"
"None of your business! I'll just be taking this. . . " She darted forward, snatched her precious necklace away, and began trotting down the path on which she had been ambushed.
"BAKA-YAORU! COME BACK HERE!"
"Baka-yaoru" stopped, turned slowly around, and sent him a look that could have burned through a wall of solid rock. The strands of pink hair and sleeves of her loose woolen shirt billowed out as another formidable incantation was murmured.***
The memory replayed itself again in his mind, and a wry smile crossed Kuronue's features as he recalled the horrific moment when he'd realized that the hateful female had locked away his ability to control and direct his ki. Though he rarely used his demonic skills, (excluding flight) it *was* reassuring to have a last reserve if all else failed.
She'd tossed the necklace to him, telling him that it would unleash his powers, but when taken away he would be rendered helpless to anyone with a significant trace of spirit energy. Only when she died or removed the spell would his normality be restored, his unusual weakness banished.
Of course, he had attempted an attack on her at that moment, only to gain pitiful results caused by a severely sprained ankle. By the time the jewelry was finally hung cautiously around his neck, the girl was out of sight.
Kuronue had yet to learn her true name, but had created one for his own amusement:
Dreadful Hag.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Guess who Dreadful Hag is? ^-^;
You'll find out why Kinzoku is called Kinzoku soon. I think. . .
********************
Next up. . . hmmm. . .I dunno! @.@ You'll find out later.
********************
vocabulary: (from this chapter and some others)
Sake- alcoholic beverage
Nani- What
Baka- idiot, except it means a lot worse than idiot in Japanese...
Baka-yaoru- bitch (unless I spelt that wrong...)
Kinzoku- metal (you'll see why later on)
Kitsune- fox
Youkai- demon
Reikai- spirit world
Ningenkai- err... our world/ human world
Makai- demon world
Reikai Tantei- spirit detectives
Katana- a kind of sword
Ki- energy, spirit energy. . . take your pick
Trisap- created by me for strange purposes...
Emmert: I made that up, too. ^____^;;; **************
Bye!
Review!