Kusari
Sweet Sakura Curls
Chapter 3
Both of his wrists had huge spirit manacles over them. Much more powerful ones then the ones Genkai had once used on him. Both of the spirit maniacal had plain iron manacles attacked to them, which where attached to heavy balls and chained to the wall. He was trapped.
***Five Years Later***
Botan flew silently down the halls of the abominable prison when she had finally learned Yusuke was being held. It had taken a lot of work to avoid detection and though Hiei was helping to block her mind, Botan could sense the misery of the inmate here.
For hours she had to fly through the awful place. She could hear screams of prisoners being tortured. She hoped Yusuke had managed to get off with minimal punishment, but knew that this was not likely to be the case. If anything, Yusuke had probably been hurt worse than any other had. She didn't yet know the whole story of why Yusuke was here, but she knew that something had happened to Koenma, the normally bossy but kind toddler had changed…he now stayed in his teenage form and brooded most of the time with a strange unhappy and almost insane hatred on his face. He scared Botan.
When she reached the cell where he was being held Botan felt around for an aura to see if he was in the room. He wasn't. There was no aura whatsoever. She slipped into the tiny cell and saw, to her surprise, the remains of what had to be hundreds of pounds in chains. Suddenly, a hand slipped over her mouth, while another covered her eyes. The hands were rough and calloused, as well as slightly misshapen. The chest she was being held against was male and hard as stone.
"What are you doing in here, death? You don't collect in here." The voice was raspy and gruff whether from disuse or screaming she couldn't tell. It was deep, and if not raspy could have been beautiful. She mumbled into the hand frantically, panicking. She couldn't be caught, not now! She had to find Yusuke.
Hiei's voice shot across her mind. "His thoughts are closed to me. Even the Jagan cannot pry into them. I cannot help." Botan's struggle only increased, but the man who held her captive was strong. She couldn't even get him to loosen his grip.
"Would you stop that? I'm not going to turn you in. I wouldn't leave anyone here. We're leaving." Botan stopped struggling. She would not escape. She would have to try to find Yusuke. She felt like crying in frustration.
The man began to run, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until there was only wind around her, she couldn't even feel the pain of the prisoners. Then a shout rang out, they had been detected. One of the hands jerked away from her eyes and she saw flash and then the guards were just dead bodies. Everywhere they ran became a ground of death. Both prisoners and guards alike died. Finally they were out of the prison and far away, in a grassy field of the Makai.
"Now tell me death, why were you in the prison?"
Botan broke down then. Tears oozed from her eyes and she sobbed into the man's hand.
"My friend-…He's in there…five years….Not his fault! Koenma….Yusuke…" She could no longer pass words between the tears and cried for a good ten minutes, standing trapped in the escaped prisoners arms.
"What would you have done with your friend?"
"We have a house…Me and some other friends."
"Take me there." Botan's eyes widened in astonishment.
"But-"
"Do it. I know you can teleport."
"Fine." Botan sighed. Hiei was not going to like this. Kurama wouldn't either, though his reaction had less potential to be…damaging.
"Hiei and Kurama are there? I must speak with them."
"How- Wh- Did you?"
"I can't tell you."
"Do you know they've been in prison?"
"Yes."
"They just got out last year and six months ago respectively."
"Hiei first?"
"Yes…"
"Take me. Now."
Botan nodded and then they were in the kitchen of a house, the man's grip on her hadn't changed.
She heard a gasp. Drat. Kurama must have been in the kitchen. Suddenly a cold voice cut through the room as well. Oh. Well that was different. Hiei was there as well.
"Put her down."
"I need to speak with you."
"No."
"Oh? I could kill your friend here. Yes, I could kill death."
There was silence.
"Fine. Put her down."
"No. I want assurance you won't attack me. I would have to kill you."
There was an even longer silence, Botan could tell that Kurama was probably trying to convince Hiei.
"Fine. You have my word. He won't attack you either. I want you assurance."
"You have it. I didn't make my way all the way here to kill you."
"Let her go."
Botan was release and ran to stand next to Hiei before turning to face the stranger. He was around 5'6 and obviously Japanese. His eyes were a hard brown. They had obviously seen far more then they should in their young life. And young he was. The man didn't look like he was over thirty, though he could well be as much as ten years younger. His face had a long scar running down the right cheek, it was red and twisted from his eyebrow, around his eye and just touched his chin. He was dressed only in a dirty, torn pair of black pants. His chest was wrapped scars, for all that it was rock hard and his stomach was emaciated . His arms were well muscled and as scarred as his chest and probably his back. He had long raven black hair that twirled around his stomach. It had white streaks in it.
The man stood silently for a moment, as though not sure where to start.
"It is good to see you all again. I wasn't sure you would survive. Although you look a little worse for wear."
Indeed they did. Botan had changed the least, though she seemed to have aged a bit, and her whole attitude was less cheery. Hiei had many scar crossing his body, and his left leg was gone, replaced by a 'donation' from some other demon. Kurama was a mess though. His throat was horribly scarred and from what the man had seen, his tongue had been ripped out. His long red hair was gone as well. Now there was just around four inched of hair growing on his scalp.
"I don't know who you are. Why do you know us?"
"Don't you recognize me Hiei? No? I suppose not. Kurama seems to have figured it out through."
Indeed, Kurama was gesturing frantically, his green eyes perked up slightly in excitement.
Hiei turned swiftly to his friend and received the information from his mind.
"Yusuke?"
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note: Hehe, how many of you guessed? Everyone? I dunno, I suppose it was really obvious...oh well. Hope you enjoyed! This chapter was slightly difficult to write, but this scene was one of the first things I thought of when I decided to write this story. Next chapter: Talking, Healing, and god knows what else! Stay turned! Review!
Thanks to
Kaiser Bakura: Thanks for reviewing! Hope you liked the chapter! Review!
Oracle- Glad you found it interesting. Hope you liked this chapter as well. Review!
Sweet Sakura Curls
Chapter 3
Both of his wrists had huge spirit manacles over them. Much more powerful ones then the ones Genkai had once used on him. Both of the spirit maniacal had plain iron manacles attacked to them, which where attached to heavy balls and chained to the wall. He was trapped.
***Five Years Later***
Botan flew silently down the halls of the abominable prison when she had finally learned Yusuke was being held. It had taken a lot of work to avoid detection and though Hiei was helping to block her mind, Botan could sense the misery of the inmate here.
For hours she had to fly through the awful place. She could hear screams of prisoners being tortured. She hoped Yusuke had managed to get off with minimal punishment, but knew that this was not likely to be the case. If anything, Yusuke had probably been hurt worse than any other had. She didn't yet know the whole story of why Yusuke was here, but she knew that something had happened to Koenma, the normally bossy but kind toddler had changed…he now stayed in his teenage form and brooded most of the time with a strange unhappy and almost insane hatred on his face. He scared Botan.
When she reached the cell where he was being held Botan felt around for an aura to see if he was in the room. He wasn't. There was no aura whatsoever. She slipped into the tiny cell and saw, to her surprise, the remains of what had to be hundreds of pounds in chains. Suddenly, a hand slipped over her mouth, while another covered her eyes. The hands were rough and calloused, as well as slightly misshapen. The chest she was being held against was male and hard as stone.
"What are you doing in here, death? You don't collect in here." The voice was raspy and gruff whether from disuse or screaming she couldn't tell. It was deep, and if not raspy could have been beautiful. She mumbled into the hand frantically, panicking. She couldn't be caught, not now! She had to find Yusuke.
Hiei's voice shot across her mind. "His thoughts are closed to me. Even the Jagan cannot pry into them. I cannot help." Botan's struggle only increased, but the man who held her captive was strong. She couldn't even get him to loosen his grip.
"Would you stop that? I'm not going to turn you in. I wouldn't leave anyone here. We're leaving." Botan stopped struggling. She would not escape. She would have to try to find Yusuke. She felt like crying in frustration.
The man began to run, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until there was only wind around her, she couldn't even feel the pain of the prisoners. Then a shout rang out, they had been detected. One of the hands jerked away from her eyes and she saw flash and then the guards were just dead bodies. Everywhere they ran became a ground of death. Both prisoners and guards alike died. Finally they were out of the prison and far away, in a grassy field of the Makai.
"Now tell me death, why were you in the prison?"
Botan broke down then. Tears oozed from her eyes and she sobbed into the man's hand.
"My friend-…He's in there…five years….Not his fault! Koenma….Yusuke…" She could no longer pass words between the tears and cried for a good ten minutes, standing trapped in the escaped prisoners arms.
"What would you have done with your friend?"
"We have a house…Me and some other friends."
"Take me there." Botan's eyes widened in astonishment.
"But-"
"Do it. I know you can teleport."
"Fine." Botan sighed. Hiei was not going to like this. Kurama wouldn't either, though his reaction had less potential to be…damaging.
"Hiei and Kurama are there? I must speak with them."
"How- Wh- Did you?"
"I can't tell you."
"Do you know they've been in prison?"
"Yes."
"They just got out last year and six months ago respectively."
"Hiei first?"
"Yes…"
"Take me. Now."
Botan nodded and then they were in the kitchen of a house, the man's grip on her hadn't changed.
She heard a gasp. Drat. Kurama must have been in the kitchen. Suddenly a cold voice cut through the room as well. Oh. Well that was different. Hiei was there as well.
"Put her down."
"I need to speak with you."
"No."
"Oh? I could kill your friend here. Yes, I could kill death."
There was silence.
"Fine. Put her down."
"No. I want assurance you won't attack me. I would have to kill you."
There was an even longer silence, Botan could tell that Kurama was probably trying to convince Hiei.
"Fine. You have my word. He won't attack you either. I want you assurance."
"You have it. I didn't make my way all the way here to kill you."
"Let her go."
Botan was release and ran to stand next to Hiei before turning to face the stranger. He was around 5'6 and obviously Japanese. His eyes were a hard brown. They had obviously seen far more then they should in their young life. And young he was. The man didn't look like he was over thirty, though he could well be as much as ten years younger. His face had a long scar running down the right cheek, it was red and twisted from his eyebrow, around his eye and just touched his chin. He was dressed only in a dirty, torn pair of black pants. His chest was wrapped scars, for all that it was rock hard and his stomach was emaciated . His arms were well muscled and as scarred as his chest and probably his back. He had long raven black hair that twirled around his stomach. It had white streaks in it.
The man stood silently for a moment, as though not sure where to start.
"It is good to see you all again. I wasn't sure you would survive. Although you look a little worse for wear."
Indeed they did. Botan had changed the least, though she seemed to have aged a bit, and her whole attitude was less cheery. Hiei had many scar crossing his body, and his left leg was gone, replaced by a 'donation' from some other demon. Kurama was a mess though. His throat was horribly scarred and from what the man had seen, his tongue had been ripped out. His long red hair was gone as well. Now there was just around four inched of hair growing on his scalp.
"I don't know who you are. Why do you know us?"
"Don't you recognize me Hiei? No? I suppose not. Kurama seems to have figured it out through."
Indeed, Kurama was gesturing frantically, his green eyes perked up slightly in excitement.
Hiei turned swiftly to his friend and received the information from his mind.
"Yusuke?"
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note: Hehe, how many of you guessed? Everyone? I dunno, I suppose it was really obvious...oh well. Hope you enjoyed! This chapter was slightly difficult to write, but this scene was one of the first things I thought of when I decided to write this story. Next chapter: Talking, Healing, and god knows what else! Stay turned! Review!
Thanks to
Kaiser Bakura: Thanks for reviewing! Hope you liked the chapter! Review!
Oracle- Glad you found it interesting. Hope you liked this chapter as well. Review!