Kuwabara ran as fast as he could, hoping he would make it to Kurama's house
before some one else did. He charged past house after house, trying to
identify the right one. Eventually he made it. Kurama had moved in with
Yukina into a two floored house, with a black doors and shutters.
He ran up to the door and pounded as hard as he could. His surroundings were darkened by the pitch-black sky. He kept on slamming his fist against the door, hoping to arouse the attention of the house's residence. "KURAMA! YUKINA! OPEN UP!!"
Immediately after he yelled, Kurama opened the door. "I apologize, we thought you were someone else." Kurama guided Kuwabara in.
"I need to talk to all of you."
"Oh," he looked towards the back door. "I have to put Ryuzo to sleep. Yukina and Umiyou are outside. If they are essential to this conversation, start it without me. I'll be outside in a second."
Kuwabara nodded and walked briskly towards the back exit. "Yukina, Umiyou, I have something to talk to you about."
Yukina turned quickly, the sweet smile he had once fallen in love with graced her face. He smiled for a minute, but soon gained control of his senses and stopped himself from blushing. He was over her, but he could never resist that smile. Then he saw something in that smile that wasn't supposed to be there, worry.
"Yukina, what's wrong."
"Oh Kazuma, I sense something. Kurama sensed it too. Something's coming. We left early, sensing it around Koenma," tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
"MOM!" Umiyou turned his head swiftly to face her.
Umiyou could sense it. Beneath their feet, the ground shook. Yukina grabbed onto Kuwabara, leaning to him for support. As if coming from the depths of Hell, Yusuke split the ground beneath him, rising up to face the small group.
Yusuke didn't talk at first; he just allowed his long black hair to blow in the wind. He had permanently altered himself into his demon form. He may not have been a full demon, but most could be fooled by his appearance. He smiled a fanged grin at the three victims, as if he were a vulture and they were his prey, already marked as dead.
"Hello Kuwabara, Yukina, Umiyou," he nodded to each of them in turn. Kuwabara let go of Yukina and went into a defensive stance. Yusuke chuckled at Kuwabara's choice of action. "So, you think you stand a chance at defeating me? I think not." He aimed his index finger towards Kuwabara's head. It was a simple release of energy, barely set with any effort, yet somehow the miniature sphere of energy contained more than in Kuwabara's whole body. The blast hit him hard, thought he tried to hold it back. His face scrunched with pain as he did his best to reverse the direction of the sphere, but his best wasn't good enough. The sphere first entered him, his thought was that he had possibly ignored him, but he was so far from the truth. It felt as if someone had set off a bomb inside his body, tearing his intestines and muscles and veins to sheds. He knelt to the ground, clutching himself hard. He coughed up blood, and watched as it seeped through his skin. His body was turning red, but it wasn't because he was blushing. Kuwabara watched as his blood slowly oozed through his skin, staining whatever it touched with deep red. "What have you done to me," Kuwabara said between coughs, doing his best to stay conscious, but with failed attempts. He collapsed, blood still pouring. "I decided you were too ugly of a specimen to eat." Yukina looked on him with pure horror. She was in so much shock that one of her closest friends would do such a thing. She watched, not being able to do anything, as Yusuke lifted up his finger, blasting the house, and all that was in it. Kurama's shocked face could be seen as he charged towards the door, only to be stopped by the falling banisters and supports.
"KURAMA!" Yukina yelled, unable to shed any form of tears due to shock. She gripped the grass below her, and soon went numb. She knew she was going to die soon, he was going to take her life, just like her took the lives of her loved ones. How could he have done this?
Yusuke looked down on her with mock pity. "I'm so sorry I had to do that, dear Yukina," he knelt down by her and cupped her chin in his hand, turning her head to face him "but you see, I must. There is no other way to get what I want. You may be of no use to me, but I don't want to see a beautiful maiden like yourself suffer like your little men," he gestured towards the empty skin and deep red clothes that was once Kuwabara and the fallen house that held Kurama's body.
Umiyou, being as forgotten as he was, took advantage of the situation to catch Yusuke off guard. "Mama, run," he jumped onto Yusuke's arm and bit it as hard as he could. He knew he would never be able to win. He was never as strong as Yusuke when Yusuke was weak, so all he could do was give his mother some time to run. But no matter the effort of her only son, Yukina sat there, still frozen, staring into space and trying to overcome everything she had witnessed.
"You little brat," Yusuke growled. He waved his arm in a swift flick and sent Umiyou flying across the yard and hitting a tree. Yusuke charged up to Umiyou, raising a rapidly clawing hand. He picked up Umiyou and slowly, ever so slowly, wrapped his two enormous hands around the small four year old. Yusuke tightened his grip, and as blood began to soak Umiyou's shirt and tears streamed down his face, his last words were "Mama, I love you," and he fell into unconsciousness, unable to feel the true pain of what was about to happen to his soulless body. His body began to shrink, bones bending and breaking to Yusuke's power, and soon the claws on Yusuke's hand tore through his body, leaving him looking like an unwanted stuffed doll, tortured by it's owner, but instead of cotton pouring through the tears, blood came.
Yusuke dropped the boy and returned to Yukina, placing a bloody right hand on her chin once more. "Now, sweet Yukina, where were we."
Tears finally streamed down Yukina's cheeks, she had lost everything she loved. "Umiyou," she whispered, "Kurama, Kazuma, Ryuzo." she felt herself trembling.
"Now, now, Yukina, don't cry," Yusuke whispered, "You won't suffer like they did." He moved his hand in a swift motion behind her neck, breaking it in half a second. "See? How painless was that?" Yusuke got up and walked back the way he came, through a portal and out of sight.
And somewhere, faded through the air, came the sound of a baby crying.
He ran up to the door and pounded as hard as he could. His surroundings were darkened by the pitch-black sky. He kept on slamming his fist against the door, hoping to arouse the attention of the house's residence. "KURAMA! YUKINA! OPEN UP!!"
Immediately after he yelled, Kurama opened the door. "I apologize, we thought you were someone else." Kurama guided Kuwabara in.
"I need to talk to all of you."
"Oh," he looked towards the back door. "I have to put Ryuzo to sleep. Yukina and Umiyou are outside. If they are essential to this conversation, start it without me. I'll be outside in a second."
Kuwabara nodded and walked briskly towards the back exit. "Yukina, Umiyou, I have something to talk to you about."
Yukina turned quickly, the sweet smile he had once fallen in love with graced her face. He smiled for a minute, but soon gained control of his senses and stopped himself from blushing. He was over her, but he could never resist that smile. Then he saw something in that smile that wasn't supposed to be there, worry.
"Yukina, what's wrong."
"Oh Kazuma, I sense something. Kurama sensed it too. Something's coming. We left early, sensing it around Koenma," tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
"MOM!" Umiyou turned his head swiftly to face her.
Umiyou could sense it. Beneath their feet, the ground shook. Yukina grabbed onto Kuwabara, leaning to him for support. As if coming from the depths of Hell, Yusuke split the ground beneath him, rising up to face the small group.
Yusuke didn't talk at first; he just allowed his long black hair to blow in the wind. He had permanently altered himself into his demon form. He may not have been a full demon, but most could be fooled by his appearance. He smiled a fanged grin at the three victims, as if he were a vulture and they were his prey, already marked as dead.
"Hello Kuwabara, Yukina, Umiyou," he nodded to each of them in turn. Kuwabara let go of Yukina and went into a defensive stance. Yusuke chuckled at Kuwabara's choice of action. "So, you think you stand a chance at defeating me? I think not." He aimed his index finger towards Kuwabara's head. It was a simple release of energy, barely set with any effort, yet somehow the miniature sphere of energy contained more than in Kuwabara's whole body. The blast hit him hard, thought he tried to hold it back. His face scrunched with pain as he did his best to reverse the direction of the sphere, but his best wasn't good enough. The sphere first entered him, his thought was that he had possibly ignored him, but he was so far from the truth. It felt as if someone had set off a bomb inside his body, tearing his intestines and muscles and veins to sheds. He knelt to the ground, clutching himself hard. He coughed up blood, and watched as it seeped through his skin. His body was turning red, but it wasn't because he was blushing. Kuwabara watched as his blood slowly oozed through his skin, staining whatever it touched with deep red. "What have you done to me," Kuwabara said between coughs, doing his best to stay conscious, but with failed attempts. He collapsed, blood still pouring. "I decided you were too ugly of a specimen to eat." Yukina looked on him with pure horror. She was in so much shock that one of her closest friends would do such a thing. She watched, not being able to do anything, as Yusuke lifted up his finger, blasting the house, and all that was in it. Kurama's shocked face could be seen as he charged towards the door, only to be stopped by the falling banisters and supports.
"KURAMA!" Yukina yelled, unable to shed any form of tears due to shock. She gripped the grass below her, and soon went numb. She knew she was going to die soon, he was going to take her life, just like her took the lives of her loved ones. How could he have done this?
Yusuke looked down on her with mock pity. "I'm so sorry I had to do that, dear Yukina," he knelt down by her and cupped her chin in his hand, turning her head to face him "but you see, I must. There is no other way to get what I want. You may be of no use to me, but I don't want to see a beautiful maiden like yourself suffer like your little men," he gestured towards the empty skin and deep red clothes that was once Kuwabara and the fallen house that held Kurama's body.
Umiyou, being as forgotten as he was, took advantage of the situation to catch Yusuke off guard. "Mama, run," he jumped onto Yusuke's arm and bit it as hard as he could. He knew he would never be able to win. He was never as strong as Yusuke when Yusuke was weak, so all he could do was give his mother some time to run. But no matter the effort of her only son, Yukina sat there, still frozen, staring into space and trying to overcome everything she had witnessed.
"You little brat," Yusuke growled. He waved his arm in a swift flick and sent Umiyou flying across the yard and hitting a tree. Yusuke charged up to Umiyou, raising a rapidly clawing hand. He picked up Umiyou and slowly, ever so slowly, wrapped his two enormous hands around the small four year old. Yusuke tightened his grip, and as blood began to soak Umiyou's shirt and tears streamed down his face, his last words were "Mama, I love you," and he fell into unconsciousness, unable to feel the true pain of what was about to happen to his soulless body. His body began to shrink, bones bending and breaking to Yusuke's power, and soon the claws on Yusuke's hand tore through his body, leaving him looking like an unwanted stuffed doll, tortured by it's owner, but instead of cotton pouring through the tears, blood came.
Yusuke dropped the boy and returned to Yukina, placing a bloody right hand on her chin once more. "Now, sweet Yukina, where were we."
Tears finally streamed down Yukina's cheeks, she had lost everything she loved. "Umiyou," she whispered, "Kurama, Kazuma, Ryuzo." she felt herself trembling.
"Now, now, Yukina, don't cry," Yusuke whispered, "You won't suffer like they did." He moved his hand in a swift motion behind her neck, breaking it in half a second. "See? How painless was that?" Yusuke got up and walked back the way he came, through a portal and out of sight.
And somewhere, faded through the air, came the sound of a baby crying.