yo! Sorry I been gone! I've been at the chiropractor's office.
Kuwabara: You just got your permit and you already crashed!
NO! I wasn't driving someone else was! They didn't look both ways and my side of a car hit another car!
Hiei: And gave you whiplash and nerve damage.
Yup.
Hiei: Weakling!
YOU PUNK! :blinks: Oh before this jerk makes me forget, a friend asked if it
could have hints of yaoi, no full blown yaoi just slight hints.
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That night, with their belongings packed the Rekai stayed in their own separate homes for that night. They would be gone first thing in the morning, but for now they wanted to stay with their families, just in case...just in case something did happen.
Kurama crawled in his bed, only wearing a sky blue shirt, which just went past his hips. His window was open and the moonlight reflected off his tan skin. He brushed his red hair out of the way tired, and crawled lazily under his covers. As he easily drifted into a nice peaceful dream, a shadow fell across him. A pale, milky white hand fell on his cheeks. Kurama frowned in his sleep from the cold touch. A soft glow jumped from his fingertips to Kurama's skin.
A soft voice brushed through the stillness of the room, saying, "Enjoy your dream, Kurama." Then, the room was once again empty, except for the slumbering fox.
/DREAM/
Kurama walked into his living room. His mom had just told him Kuwabara was here for the study session. Kuwabara needed all the help he could get in science. Kurama paused in the door frame looking at Kuwabara who sat on the couch. He was turned around facing the window, arms folded, and head rest upon them. Kuwabara's eyes were lazily half closed, and his soft blue eyes gazed out the window as the light danced across his skin.
He wore a black sleeveless shirt, and gray pants that seemed much to big for even this strapping young man. His red hair was ruffled just so, and a bandage on his wrist stood out. Quietly sneaking behind him he went to see what Kuwabara was focused on. Kurama shook his head.
He should have known.
Two white kittens played on the other window sill across from their own. Kuwabara's eyes danced as he watched them play. Kurama gently placed a hand on his shoulder, so not to surprise the human, but it wasn't needed. Kuwabara had sensed he was there the whole time. Kuwabara put his head back, and looked up. He smiled wide at the red head, who gave a smaller one back.
"Shall we get started?"
Kuwabara nodded turning, asking questions. Kurama sighed laughing, "Why oh Why are you taking a science course in College?" Kuwabara merely shrugged and smiled. As Kurama went on explaining electron configuration, he stopped and looked back on the couch. Kuwabara had slumped backwards, sinking into the couch, his head arched up. Again Kurama sighed, and took his friend's hand, "Kuwa-" He stopped, and snatched back his hand.
Kuwabara was very cold...very very cold. In a rush Kurama pulled Kuwabara flat on the cushions, and leaned over him. Kuwabara's skin was now white as snow, and his eyes closed in relaxation, but gray rings circled over them. His red hair, fell dull and limp around his face. Lips, that now were cracked and chapped, were parted ever so slightly.
A hand clenched Kurama's heart and he shook him, Kurama shook him until Kurama thought he'd broken his own neck. His chest heaving, and throat tight Kurama dropped on his knees, and his ear pressed to his chest. He closed his eyes listening for a heart beat, and when he heard none, he lifted him self up, to find he was no longer in his home.
He was in a cemetery ear pressed to the ground, a head stone standing lonely in front of him. Moss covered the name, and with frantic scratching Kurama removed the moss, finding what the clench hand on Kurama's heart had told him. "No." He whispered, as he read Kuwabara's name again.
"NO!" Kurama grabbed the grave, squeezing as if he could break it. "NO! NO! THIS CAN NOT BE! NO!"
/END DREAM/
"NO!" Kurama cried flinging himself up, red hair plastered to his sweaty skin. He looked around his room, and gasped at the dream he just had. He froze, and his eyes narrowed as he caught a scent that he did not know. He angrily looked at the clock. It read, 3 A.M. Standing up he whispered, "It is now the next day."
With that he threw on clothes, grabbed a duffle bag of things he'd packed, and a rolled up sleeping bag. Then, he marched out the door.
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Hiei sighed looking around the room in Genkai's house. Yukina had come to live with the old woman, and he too was invited to stay. He agreed only when Yukina encouraged him, saying she wanted to get to know her brother. He removed all his clothing preferring to sleep in the nude, and after flipping out the light, went to sleep.
As in Kurama's room, the same pale figure appeared in his room. Humming filling the air, the demon touched Hiei's closed eye. Hiei growled softly in his sleep, and the figure bent down whispering, "You'll like this dream...you and I are not so different...you'll know when to join my side."
Hiei rolled over onto his stomach, and the man had gone.
/DREAM/
Hiei threw off a demon snarling angrily and in pain. He fell to both knees against his will, and glared at those that threatened him. A demon made a strike for him, when large arms scooped him up, holding him over his head. "BASTXRD!" Hiei snapped angrily at the human who had just saved his life.
Kuwabara paid him no mind and looked at the ground where the demon had attacked, and stomped the demon's head in. He eventually set Hiei down who growled at him, "Stop that...you sound like a wild beast!" Kuwabara teased poking him, smiling. Not saying a word, Hiei turned away from him. He would not give gratitude to this human.
Something weighed heavy on his mind. He knew he did not like Kuwabara, but for some reason, his blood boiled rich with hate. He tried to figure out why, but found none. He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a squelching sound. Turning sharply he saw Kuwabara kill the last demon.
Hiei starred at him, his anger and hate subsiding as he looked at him. His orange hair dripped with blue blood from the demons, and his face was turned upwards starring into the eyes of a dead demon. His blue orbs held no hate, malice, but they did hold condolence. His hands caught the demon by his shirt, as he lowered the body down. Hiei starred at him, the pain he was feeling ebbed away and he looked at Kuwabara.
The most noblest human warrior.
Hiei shook his head, ashamed at his thoughts.
Before he could blink and eyes he found himself and Kuwabara sitting under a tree, covered in demon blood and waiting for Kurama and Yusuke, where ever they may be. Kuwabara had no wounds, but he starred quietly at the stars and the moon. Hiei looked up at the cold dark night, sighing as he felt peace once again. The night always brought him comfort.
Hiei looked back at the human. His head had fell into his chest, and his whole body relaxed in sleep.
But he was not sleeping.
Hiei starred at him in shock for a while. Had...Had Kuwabara just died? Nothing could have killed him...nothing!! Hiei shook Kuwabara who stayed still. A searing pain shot through Hiei's hands and he released Kuwabara. He watched open mouthed as Kuwabara slowly turned to bones, then dust, and the blew away in the wind.
"It...can't be..." Hiei reached out to touch the tree, his eyes still wide from shock. "Fool...Ku...KUWABARA?! KUWABARA WHERE ARE YOU? DAMXIT! WHERE ARE YOU!?!"
/END DREAM/
Hiei sat sharply up, covered in sweat, it falling speedily off his body, making the one sheet he had stick to him. Snarling angrily and throwing on his clothes, he turned to pick up his sword, and noticed a clock. 3 A.M.
"It's tomorrow!"
With that, he was gone.
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Yusuke sat quietly in his room, looking out this window. His head was reeling. Again, Kuwabara was in danger, again someone wanted to harm him...Whether it be Rando, Byakko, Toguro, Sensui, or even himself....some one always tried to take Kuwabara away.
Yusuke felt his throat close.
He did not want to lose his best friend.
He couldn't!
To Yusuke, Kuwabara was a brother he had never met, but had never lost at the same time. They were an odd pair, one tall, not so attractive, white and with orange hair, the other shorter, pretty attractive, tan and dark haired. There were many oddities about these two. They always fought, someone else or each other. They didn't share too many interests...they weren't even the same type.
One human...the other half demon.
But Yusuke could not lose him, or forsake him. He could not, and would not. Sighing, not even bothering to change he fell back onto his bed ready for sleep. Within minutes soft snores filled the air. A hand pressed to his forehead, and a tiny laugh filled the room, echoing off the walls.
/DREAM/
Yusuke fell hard against the pavement, a bigger guy on top of him trying to choke the life out of him. Yusuke was taken by surprise. He'd been walking home, sick and read to get some rest, when 4 guys jumped him. Yusuke's head pounded even harder from this guy choking him. He snapped at them, and tried to raise his fevered hands when suddenly, he could breathe again and he heard the sounds of the four getting beat up.
Eventually finding the strength to rise, he sat up and looked over at his savior who stood knees bit awkwardly. "You?" Kuwabara turned blood dripping from his lip. He smiled, and sat down, laying flat on his back, and laughing casually.
This is not like Hiei, or Kurama's dreams...this had actually taken place. A memory from the days when Kuwabara and Yusuke were nothing but rivals. Yusuke starred at him, sick, tired, and cold from fever and demanded, "Why did you help me?" Kuwabara looked over at him confused. "Because they jumped you while your obviously not feeling well."
"But why help me?"
Kuwabara turned away from him, and went back at looking up at the sky, "So that the wouldn't beat you. It wouldn't be fare for you to lose because your sick. It wouldn't be fare to you, or me." Yusuke looked at him, unsure of what to say. Kuwabara rose in another moment, and offered his hand to Yusuke. Then the red head followed behind Yusuke quietly.
Yusuke snorted, "Your really a good guy, huh?" Kuwabara chuckled behind him, "Yeah whatever, I'm still gonna get you as soon as your better! So watch out!"
"How do I know you won't get me now?"
Kuwabara stopped, and Yusuke turned around. Kuwabara looked at him, his head cocked, "Why would I do that?" Yusuke felt small under his confused and questioning stare. "You know...my back is turned...or was turned and I'm sick. I admit you could probably easily take me." Kuwabara frowned, "Attacking people when they're not well and they're back is turned is not honorable. It's even worse when you don't have a reason to attack them."
Yusuke starred at him silently, in awe at the young teen. He could barely believe they were the same age. Yusuke shrugged, "Come on then. You are acting as my guard for today then, right?" Kuwabara only smiled. Yusuke turned and a few seconds later he heard the sound of a body hitting cement.
Now this is where the memory changed....
Yusuke turned, and saw the red head on the ground. He lay on his side, arms and legs sprawled out on his side. His chin almost touching his chest, his arm shielding his face from the nose down. One of his hands laid just by his cheek that was pressed to the ground. He was half curled up, one of his knees brushing against his stomach.
Yusuke looked at him, and went to his knees. He looked for anyone, but no one was on the street. Yusuke, with great difficulty, pushed Kuwabara on his back, and checked for a pulse, a rise of his chest, anything!
But nothing was found.
"Your dead." Yusuke stated shocked. He looked down at him, and though they were not friends...Though almost every after noon Yusuke beat the living crap out of him...though these two were nothing alike in anyway, Yusuke felt a horrible loss swallow him.
He was cold, and in sharp pain. His vision blurred from water swelling in his eyes and he let out an inhuman howl and sob of pain. "Oh God...Oh God..." Yusuke whispered as he placed his hands behind his head and brought his forehead to his knees, he sobbed, and screamed the dead teen's name.
"KUWABARA!"
/END DREAM/
Yusuke woke with a start and said nothing, but his wild eyes sought out the things he'd packed for the trip. He scrambled to get the things together, and he slammed the door behind him, knocking the clock that hung on the wall down to the floor.
It was 3 A.M.
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At Kuwabara's place, the orange haired boy had been asleep for a good while now. He had not dreamed of anything, he just lay curled up in his covers, wearing his pale blue pajamas. A buttoned shirt that didn't quite go to his wrists, and blue cotton pants that didn't reach his ankles. Kuwabara had brushed the gel out of his hair, and his curls hung loosely tickling his
cheeks. He was relaxed in his sleep. No one whispering to him, no ghosts bothering him...
And that was woke him up.
Even when he slept he felt the ghosts, the spirits in his home. Now nothing. He felt not a soul. Opening his eyes he found he was in a dark room, not a cold dungeon like room, but a dark room with carpet. He looked around seeing furniture too. He rose, heart pounding and approached a door.
Opening it he heard the sound of his own voice saying something, there would be a strange sound then his words would repeat again. The words were soft and filled with pain, but he could not make out the weary words. Listening, and following his own voice made shivers run up and down his spine. Eyes wide, he reached the end of the hall, his voice echoing from behind the door.
He found the knob and turned it, looking into the room he saw a large chair, that looked more like a love seat sitting in front of a wall. The wall, was in fact, a t.v. A strange whirring sound was heard and he watched as a familiar scene flashed on the screen. It was him, and he was younger. He immediately recognized the moment on screen. He starred mouth open and watched as the scene played out.
It was at Genkai's when this happened. When Kuwabara had first got mixed up in this Rekai business.
The Kuwabara lay on the screen, beat up, scratched and dirty from the muddy ground. His arms were broken, and his body twisted. Slowly his head turned to look at Yusuke who was gripping his knees starring down at his fallen comrade.
"I won't die..." Kuwabara began with a smile, a tired, painful, tiny smile..."Even if all the bones in my body are broke," Pain echoing on each syllable he gasped out, "We...still must...fight...ea...each other." His voice gave out, and he went limp. Kuwabara watched as a younger Yusuke placed his hand on the pained teen's face.
Yusuke smiled at Kuwabara, eyes glistening, "Yeah buddy..." He whispered, the tiny sad smile turning into a sad scowl, "That's right." The whirring sound again, and soon that scene was being repeated. Kuwabara turned away, not wishing to watch it a second time.
"Great scene isn't it?" Kuwabara jumped and starred as the very demon. that they were after, rose from the large, overly stuffed chair. The blue haired, angel like demon. Kuwabara stepped back, finding the door way gone.
"Don't worry Kuwabara...I'm not attacking you until the day after tomorrow...I just wanted to see you...like I did with Lee." Kuwabara slunk back as Bane smiled at him. "She acted the same way...poor girl...She was just as terrified." He looked at Kuwabara and walked over to him. He was a head, and almost shoulders, taller than him. "Kuwabara...don't be afraid."
The demon smiled, "I'm only purifying you...ridding your wretched soul of all that is evil." Kuwabara starred back confused, and very afraid. There was something unnerving about his beautiful yellow eyes.
"Your still killing me."
"No...purifying...the human core, the soul is evil at heart, so I am only sending you on your way to heaven before the core turns evil." Kuwabara looked at him back pressed to the wall, and Bane still very close. "Then why the torture?" Bane stopped leaning forward towards Kuwabara and smiled, "That's the fun part..."
Kuwabara shivered feeling very alone, and afraid. His body was paralyzed. It took him a moment to realize why he was afraid. He could feel the power radiating off him, and it was great...too great for them. Bane took his hand as if they were brothers, or a couple and led him to the chair/couch thing and made him sit next to him.
Bane talked to Kuwabara, as if they were friends, and soon Kuwabara could not help but smile, as the two shared jokes. He laughed, and Bane smiled, coking his head and then, without warning began choking Kuwabara.
"ERK!"
Bane watched until Kuwabara turned almost purple and then let him go. Bane smiled as Kuwabara choked, rubbing his now bruised neck. "Forget I'm the "Bad Guy" Kuwabara?" Kuwabara shook his head, and looked at Bane, "You feel good though...like your not really bad..."
Bane laughed taking Kuwabara's hand and patting it, "Oh Kuwabara...that's what Lee thought...and probably what the others will think after you." Bane smiled, "I once was good...but then." He gripped Kuwabara's hand painfully hard, "My family, my best friend...all were torn from me in an instant...and then I, with my own hands took the last thing I cared about..." Bane whispered eyes distant.
Kuwabara's heart went out for him, and he whispered, "Kale?" Bane flinched at his name. "You loved him didn't You?" Bane's eyes snapped over to Kuwabara and with a load growl, like a tiger's, he attacked Kuwabara and his teeth pierced through his neck. Kuwabara shook as cold filled his body, a numbing cold.
But not numbing enough.
He felt the pain in his neck, and could hear the sounds of Bane biting at his neck, and tasting his blood. Kuwabara was being crushed by Bane, and several horrifying thoughts swirled in his head. Finally Bane released him, and Kuwabara rolled off the chair, shivering uncontrollably. Bane wiped the blood off his mouth, and starred down at him, surprised at what he had just done. He shook his head, "You are now marked."
Kuwabara strained to look at him, all the while trying to stop shivering.
"Where ever You go I will find You."
He stood over Kuwabara, and took the shivering human in his arms, and he was annoyed to find he had to keep Kuwabara from curling into a ball. He had marked Lee, but not so Roughly. He's almost over done it...but this human had dared...he took in a shuddering breath, and heard an angry yell.
He had forgotten he'd left the film he'd collected from Spirit world rolling. Yusuke had just punched Rando, a single tears had fallen from his face, leaving a single tear trail down his cheek. "That was for Kuwabara..."
Bane stood frozen, a wave of fear washing over him.
He shuddered, shocked to find that he was truly afraid of Yusuke there, and he had a feeling he'd be terrified of him now, and should be...
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Kurama, Hiei, and Yusuke met at the park at 4 in the morning. They all had rushed to Kuwabara's house at 3, and met up there. They found Kuwabara's room empty, and the window to the balcony open. They had searched blindly, not knowing where to go. They met at the park now, breathless and covered in sweat.
"I'll never...never forgive myself if..." Yusuke didn't continue, unable to bring himself too. Kurama turned his head to the bridge, and with a cry of relief, shouted, "HE'S THERE! ON THE BRIDGE!" Hiei, faster than the others reached Kuwabara first, Yusuke and Kurama soon catching up.
Kuwabara was sitting up pressed to the bridge, holding his knees and quivering. His face was hidden against his knees, heavy panting in the air. Hiei noticed a red stain on the shoulder of Kuwabara's blue shirt, and placed an hand on the other.
Kuwabara's head snapped up, and the others looked at his scared eyes. A look of relief, and peace crossed his blue orbs, and Yusuke pulled his best friend in a hug. This display of affection was hardly ever shown between the two out of embarrassment, but at that moment they couldn't care less if they were on television. Kuwabara clung to him sighing, praising God.
Kurama and Hiei starred at the red stain, and the wound that had caused it. "Bane got you..." Hiei whispered. "Your marked." Yusuke pulled away, puzzled, to stare at the bite mark on his best friend's neck. He saw the wound crusted over with blood, and Yusuke clutched his friend to him. "We're getting the Hell out of here...Your not leaving our sight." Shivering from the cold Kuwabara nodded relieved, and whispered, "Guys he's so strong."
"We'll stop him!" Yusuke snapped rubbing Kuwabara's cold arms. As Yusuke and Kurama fussed over Kuwabara Hiei starred at the wound on Kuwabara's neck. His eyes dropped, and his shoulder sagged as a grave thought filled his head.
'He's been marked...we'll never escape now...'
To be continued....
LONGGGGGGGGG CHAPTER! DANG!
The group are now in hiding in the woods knowing they can not truly escape Bane. With only one day to prepare, the four wonder what will befall their friend Kuwabara.
Things are not always what they seem....
Kuwabara: You just got your permit and you already crashed!
NO! I wasn't driving someone else was! They didn't look both ways and my side of a car hit another car!
Hiei: And gave you whiplash and nerve damage.
Yup.
Hiei: Weakling!
YOU PUNK! :blinks: Oh before this jerk makes me forget, a friend asked if it
could have hints of yaoi, no full blown yaoi just slight hints.
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That night, with their belongings packed the Rekai stayed in their own separate homes for that night. They would be gone first thing in the morning, but for now they wanted to stay with their families, just in case...just in case something did happen.
Kurama crawled in his bed, only wearing a sky blue shirt, which just went past his hips. His window was open and the moonlight reflected off his tan skin. He brushed his red hair out of the way tired, and crawled lazily under his covers. As he easily drifted into a nice peaceful dream, a shadow fell across him. A pale, milky white hand fell on his cheeks. Kurama frowned in his sleep from the cold touch. A soft glow jumped from his fingertips to Kurama's skin.
A soft voice brushed through the stillness of the room, saying, "Enjoy your dream, Kurama." Then, the room was once again empty, except for the slumbering fox.
/DREAM/
Kurama walked into his living room. His mom had just told him Kuwabara was here for the study session. Kuwabara needed all the help he could get in science. Kurama paused in the door frame looking at Kuwabara who sat on the couch. He was turned around facing the window, arms folded, and head rest upon them. Kuwabara's eyes were lazily half closed, and his soft blue eyes gazed out the window as the light danced across his skin.
He wore a black sleeveless shirt, and gray pants that seemed much to big for even this strapping young man. His red hair was ruffled just so, and a bandage on his wrist stood out. Quietly sneaking behind him he went to see what Kuwabara was focused on. Kurama shook his head.
He should have known.
Two white kittens played on the other window sill across from their own. Kuwabara's eyes danced as he watched them play. Kurama gently placed a hand on his shoulder, so not to surprise the human, but it wasn't needed. Kuwabara had sensed he was there the whole time. Kuwabara put his head back, and looked up. He smiled wide at the red head, who gave a smaller one back.
"Shall we get started?"
Kuwabara nodded turning, asking questions. Kurama sighed laughing, "Why oh Why are you taking a science course in College?" Kuwabara merely shrugged and smiled. As Kurama went on explaining electron configuration, he stopped and looked back on the couch. Kuwabara had slumped backwards, sinking into the couch, his head arched up. Again Kurama sighed, and took his friend's hand, "Kuwa-" He stopped, and snatched back his hand.
Kuwabara was very cold...very very cold. In a rush Kurama pulled Kuwabara flat on the cushions, and leaned over him. Kuwabara's skin was now white as snow, and his eyes closed in relaxation, but gray rings circled over them. His red hair, fell dull and limp around his face. Lips, that now were cracked and chapped, were parted ever so slightly.
A hand clenched Kurama's heart and he shook him, Kurama shook him until Kurama thought he'd broken his own neck. His chest heaving, and throat tight Kurama dropped on his knees, and his ear pressed to his chest. He closed his eyes listening for a heart beat, and when he heard none, he lifted him self up, to find he was no longer in his home.
He was in a cemetery ear pressed to the ground, a head stone standing lonely in front of him. Moss covered the name, and with frantic scratching Kurama removed the moss, finding what the clench hand on Kurama's heart had told him. "No." He whispered, as he read Kuwabara's name again.
"NO!" Kurama grabbed the grave, squeezing as if he could break it. "NO! NO! THIS CAN NOT BE! NO!"
/END DREAM/
"NO!" Kurama cried flinging himself up, red hair plastered to his sweaty skin. He looked around his room, and gasped at the dream he just had. He froze, and his eyes narrowed as he caught a scent that he did not know. He angrily looked at the clock. It read, 3 A.M. Standing up he whispered, "It is now the next day."
With that he threw on clothes, grabbed a duffle bag of things he'd packed, and a rolled up sleeping bag. Then, he marched out the door.
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Hiei sighed looking around the room in Genkai's house. Yukina had come to live with the old woman, and he too was invited to stay. He agreed only when Yukina encouraged him, saying she wanted to get to know her brother. He removed all his clothing preferring to sleep in the nude, and after flipping out the light, went to sleep.
As in Kurama's room, the same pale figure appeared in his room. Humming filling the air, the demon touched Hiei's closed eye. Hiei growled softly in his sleep, and the figure bent down whispering, "You'll like this dream...you and I are not so different...you'll know when to join my side."
Hiei rolled over onto his stomach, and the man had gone.
/DREAM/
Hiei threw off a demon snarling angrily and in pain. He fell to both knees against his will, and glared at those that threatened him. A demon made a strike for him, when large arms scooped him up, holding him over his head. "BASTXRD!" Hiei snapped angrily at the human who had just saved his life.
Kuwabara paid him no mind and looked at the ground where the demon had attacked, and stomped the demon's head in. He eventually set Hiei down who growled at him, "Stop that...you sound like a wild beast!" Kuwabara teased poking him, smiling. Not saying a word, Hiei turned away from him. He would not give gratitude to this human.
Something weighed heavy on his mind. He knew he did not like Kuwabara, but for some reason, his blood boiled rich with hate. He tried to figure out why, but found none. He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a squelching sound. Turning sharply he saw Kuwabara kill the last demon.
Hiei starred at him, his anger and hate subsiding as he looked at him. His orange hair dripped with blue blood from the demons, and his face was turned upwards starring into the eyes of a dead demon. His blue orbs held no hate, malice, but they did hold condolence. His hands caught the demon by his shirt, as he lowered the body down. Hiei starred at him, the pain he was feeling ebbed away and he looked at Kuwabara.
The most noblest human warrior.
Hiei shook his head, ashamed at his thoughts.
Before he could blink and eyes he found himself and Kuwabara sitting under a tree, covered in demon blood and waiting for Kurama and Yusuke, where ever they may be. Kuwabara had no wounds, but he starred quietly at the stars and the moon. Hiei looked up at the cold dark night, sighing as he felt peace once again. The night always brought him comfort.
Hiei looked back at the human. His head had fell into his chest, and his whole body relaxed in sleep.
But he was not sleeping.
Hiei starred at him in shock for a while. Had...Had Kuwabara just died? Nothing could have killed him...nothing!! Hiei shook Kuwabara who stayed still. A searing pain shot through Hiei's hands and he released Kuwabara. He watched open mouthed as Kuwabara slowly turned to bones, then dust, and the blew away in the wind.
"It...can't be..." Hiei reached out to touch the tree, his eyes still wide from shock. "Fool...Ku...KUWABARA?! KUWABARA WHERE ARE YOU? DAMXIT! WHERE ARE YOU!?!"
/END DREAM/
Hiei sat sharply up, covered in sweat, it falling speedily off his body, making the one sheet he had stick to him. Snarling angrily and throwing on his clothes, he turned to pick up his sword, and noticed a clock. 3 A.M.
"It's tomorrow!"
With that, he was gone.
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Yusuke sat quietly in his room, looking out this window. His head was reeling. Again, Kuwabara was in danger, again someone wanted to harm him...Whether it be Rando, Byakko, Toguro, Sensui, or even himself....some one always tried to take Kuwabara away.
Yusuke felt his throat close.
He did not want to lose his best friend.
He couldn't!
To Yusuke, Kuwabara was a brother he had never met, but had never lost at the same time. They were an odd pair, one tall, not so attractive, white and with orange hair, the other shorter, pretty attractive, tan and dark haired. There were many oddities about these two. They always fought, someone else or each other. They didn't share too many interests...they weren't even the same type.
One human...the other half demon.
But Yusuke could not lose him, or forsake him. He could not, and would not. Sighing, not even bothering to change he fell back onto his bed ready for sleep. Within minutes soft snores filled the air. A hand pressed to his forehead, and a tiny laugh filled the room, echoing off the walls.
/DREAM/
Yusuke fell hard against the pavement, a bigger guy on top of him trying to choke the life out of him. Yusuke was taken by surprise. He'd been walking home, sick and read to get some rest, when 4 guys jumped him. Yusuke's head pounded even harder from this guy choking him. He snapped at them, and tried to raise his fevered hands when suddenly, he could breathe again and he heard the sounds of the four getting beat up.
Eventually finding the strength to rise, he sat up and looked over at his savior who stood knees bit awkwardly. "You?" Kuwabara turned blood dripping from his lip. He smiled, and sat down, laying flat on his back, and laughing casually.
This is not like Hiei, or Kurama's dreams...this had actually taken place. A memory from the days when Kuwabara and Yusuke were nothing but rivals. Yusuke starred at him, sick, tired, and cold from fever and demanded, "Why did you help me?" Kuwabara looked over at him confused. "Because they jumped you while your obviously not feeling well."
"But why help me?"
Kuwabara turned away from him, and went back at looking up at the sky, "So that the wouldn't beat you. It wouldn't be fare for you to lose because your sick. It wouldn't be fare to you, or me." Yusuke looked at him, unsure of what to say. Kuwabara rose in another moment, and offered his hand to Yusuke. Then the red head followed behind Yusuke quietly.
Yusuke snorted, "Your really a good guy, huh?" Kuwabara chuckled behind him, "Yeah whatever, I'm still gonna get you as soon as your better! So watch out!"
"How do I know you won't get me now?"
Kuwabara stopped, and Yusuke turned around. Kuwabara looked at him, his head cocked, "Why would I do that?" Yusuke felt small under his confused and questioning stare. "You know...my back is turned...or was turned and I'm sick. I admit you could probably easily take me." Kuwabara frowned, "Attacking people when they're not well and they're back is turned is not honorable. It's even worse when you don't have a reason to attack them."
Yusuke starred at him silently, in awe at the young teen. He could barely believe they were the same age. Yusuke shrugged, "Come on then. You are acting as my guard for today then, right?" Kuwabara only smiled. Yusuke turned and a few seconds later he heard the sound of a body hitting cement.
Now this is where the memory changed....
Yusuke turned, and saw the red head on the ground. He lay on his side, arms and legs sprawled out on his side. His chin almost touching his chest, his arm shielding his face from the nose down. One of his hands laid just by his cheek that was pressed to the ground. He was half curled up, one of his knees brushing against his stomach.
Yusuke looked at him, and went to his knees. He looked for anyone, but no one was on the street. Yusuke, with great difficulty, pushed Kuwabara on his back, and checked for a pulse, a rise of his chest, anything!
But nothing was found.
"Your dead." Yusuke stated shocked. He looked down at him, and though they were not friends...Though almost every after noon Yusuke beat the living crap out of him...though these two were nothing alike in anyway, Yusuke felt a horrible loss swallow him.
He was cold, and in sharp pain. His vision blurred from water swelling in his eyes and he let out an inhuman howl and sob of pain. "Oh God...Oh God..." Yusuke whispered as he placed his hands behind his head and brought his forehead to his knees, he sobbed, and screamed the dead teen's name.
"KUWABARA!"
/END DREAM/
Yusuke woke with a start and said nothing, but his wild eyes sought out the things he'd packed for the trip. He scrambled to get the things together, and he slammed the door behind him, knocking the clock that hung on the wall down to the floor.
It was 3 A.M.
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At Kuwabara's place, the orange haired boy had been asleep for a good while now. He had not dreamed of anything, he just lay curled up in his covers, wearing his pale blue pajamas. A buttoned shirt that didn't quite go to his wrists, and blue cotton pants that didn't reach his ankles. Kuwabara had brushed the gel out of his hair, and his curls hung loosely tickling his
cheeks. He was relaxed in his sleep. No one whispering to him, no ghosts bothering him...
And that was woke him up.
Even when he slept he felt the ghosts, the spirits in his home. Now nothing. He felt not a soul. Opening his eyes he found he was in a dark room, not a cold dungeon like room, but a dark room with carpet. He looked around seeing furniture too. He rose, heart pounding and approached a door.
Opening it he heard the sound of his own voice saying something, there would be a strange sound then his words would repeat again. The words were soft and filled with pain, but he could not make out the weary words. Listening, and following his own voice made shivers run up and down his spine. Eyes wide, he reached the end of the hall, his voice echoing from behind the door.
He found the knob and turned it, looking into the room he saw a large chair, that looked more like a love seat sitting in front of a wall. The wall, was in fact, a t.v. A strange whirring sound was heard and he watched as a familiar scene flashed on the screen. It was him, and he was younger. He immediately recognized the moment on screen. He starred mouth open and watched as the scene played out.
It was at Genkai's when this happened. When Kuwabara had first got mixed up in this Rekai business.
The Kuwabara lay on the screen, beat up, scratched and dirty from the muddy ground. His arms were broken, and his body twisted. Slowly his head turned to look at Yusuke who was gripping his knees starring down at his fallen comrade.
"I won't die..." Kuwabara began with a smile, a tired, painful, tiny smile..."Even if all the bones in my body are broke," Pain echoing on each syllable he gasped out, "We...still must...fight...ea...each other." His voice gave out, and he went limp. Kuwabara watched as a younger Yusuke placed his hand on the pained teen's face.
Yusuke smiled at Kuwabara, eyes glistening, "Yeah buddy..." He whispered, the tiny sad smile turning into a sad scowl, "That's right." The whirring sound again, and soon that scene was being repeated. Kuwabara turned away, not wishing to watch it a second time.
"Great scene isn't it?" Kuwabara jumped and starred as the very demon. that they were after, rose from the large, overly stuffed chair. The blue haired, angel like demon. Kuwabara stepped back, finding the door way gone.
"Don't worry Kuwabara...I'm not attacking you until the day after tomorrow...I just wanted to see you...like I did with Lee." Kuwabara slunk back as Bane smiled at him. "She acted the same way...poor girl...She was just as terrified." He looked at Kuwabara and walked over to him. He was a head, and almost shoulders, taller than him. "Kuwabara...don't be afraid."
The demon smiled, "I'm only purifying you...ridding your wretched soul of all that is evil." Kuwabara starred back confused, and very afraid. There was something unnerving about his beautiful yellow eyes.
"Your still killing me."
"No...purifying...the human core, the soul is evil at heart, so I am only sending you on your way to heaven before the core turns evil." Kuwabara looked at him back pressed to the wall, and Bane still very close. "Then why the torture?" Bane stopped leaning forward towards Kuwabara and smiled, "That's the fun part..."
Kuwabara shivered feeling very alone, and afraid. His body was paralyzed. It took him a moment to realize why he was afraid. He could feel the power radiating off him, and it was great...too great for them. Bane took his hand as if they were brothers, or a couple and led him to the chair/couch thing and made him sit next to him.
Bane talked to Kuwabara, as if they were friends, and soon Kuwabara could not help but smile, as the two shared jokes. He laughed, and Bane smiled, coking his head and then, without warning began choking Kuwabara.
"ERK!"
Bane watched until Kuwabara turned almost purple and then let him go. Bane smiled as Kuwabara choked, rubbing his now bruised neck. "Forget I'm the "Bad Guy" Kuwabara?" Kuwabara shook his head, and looked at Bane, "You feel good though...like your not really bad..."
Bane laughed taking Kuwabara's hand and patting it, "Oh Kuwabara...that's what Lee thought...and probably what the others will think after you." Bane smiled, "I once was good...but then." He gripped Kuwabara's hand painfully hard, "My family, my best friend...all were torn from me in an instant...and then I, with my own hands took the last thing I cared about..." Bane whispered eyes distant.
Kuwabara's heart went out for him, and he whispered, "Kale?" Bane flinched at his name. "You loved him didn't You?" Bane's eyes snapped over to Kuwabara and with a load growl, like a tiger's, he attacked Kuwabara and his teeth pierced through his neck. Kuwabara shook as cold filled his body, a numbing cold.
But not numbing enough.
He felt the pain in his neck, and could hear the sounds of Bane biting at his neck, and tasting his blood. Kuwabara was being crushed by Bane, and several horrifying thoughts swirled in his head. Finally Bane released him, and Kuwabara rolled off the chair, shivering uncontrollably. Bane wiped the blood off his mouth, and starred down at him, surprised at what he had just done. He shook his head, "You are now marked."
Kuwabara strained to look at him, all the while trying to stop shivering.
"Where ever You go I will find You."
He stood over Kuwabara, and took the shivering human in his arms, and he was annoyed to find he had to keep Kuwabara from curling into a ball. He had marked Lee, but not so Roughly. He's almost over done it...but this human had dared...he took in a shuddering breath, and heard an angry yell.
He had forgotten he'd left the film he'd collected from Spirit world rolling. Yusuke had just punched Rando, a single tears had fallen from his face, leaving a single tear trail down his cheek. "That was for Kuwabara..."
Bane stood frozen, a wave of fear washing over him.
He shuddered, shocked to find that he was truly afraid of Yusuke there, and he had a feeling he'd be terrified of him now, and should be...
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Kurama, Hiei, and Yusuke met at the park at 4 in the morning. They all had rushed to Kuwabara's house at 3, and met up there. They found Kuwabara's room empty, and the window to the balcony open. They had searched blindly, not knowing where to go. They met at the park now, breathless and covered in sweat.
"I'll never...never forgive myself if..." Yusuke didn't continue, unable to bring himself too. Kurama turned his head to the bridge, and with a cry of relief, shouted, "HE'S THERE! ON THE BRIDGE!" Hiei, faster than the others reached Kuwabara first, Yusuke and Kurama soon catching up.
Kuwabara was sitting up pressed to the bridge, holding his knees and quivering. His face was hidden against his knees, heavy panting in the air. Hiei noticed a red stain on the shoulder of Kuwabara's blue shirt, and placed an hand on the other.
Kuwabara's head snapped up, and the others looked at his scared eyes. A look of relief, and peace crossed his blue orbs, and Yusuke pulled his best friend in a hug. This display of affection was hardly ever shown between the two out of embarrassment, but at that moment they couldn't care less if they were on television. Kuwabara clung to him sighing, praising God.
Kurama and Hiei starred at the red stain, and the wound that had caused it. "Bane got you..." Hiei whispered. "Your marked." Yusuke pulled away, puzzled, to stare at the bite mark on his best friend's neck. He saw the wound crusted over with blood, and Yusuke clutched his friend to him. "We're getting the Hell out of here...Your not leaving our sight." Shivering from the cold Kuwabara nodded relieved, and whispered, "Guys he's so strong."
"We'll stop him!" Yusuke snapped rubbing Kuwabara's cold arms. As Yusuke and Kurama fussed over Kuwabara Hiei starred at the wound on Kuwabara's neck. His eyes dropped, and his shoulder sagged as a grave thought filled his head.
'He's been marked...we'll never escape now...'
To be continued....
LONGGGGGGGGG CHAPTER! DANG!
The group are now in hiding in the woods knowing they can not truly escape Bane. With only one day to prepare, the four wonder what will befall their friend Kuwabara.
Things are not always what they seem....