True Deep Desires
By: RoseSoldier
Chapter: 1 – The Beginning of a New MissionA/N: I hope this story will be better than my last attempt at a Kurama/Hiei story. This one might have some Kurama/Yusuke stuff in it, but it'll just be for my entertainment. ; Anyways, this story is taking place a couple years after the "Dark Tournament."
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the characters from Yu Yu Hakusho or the show, period.. but any of my own characters I bring in I will own them.
"It's been about four years since the Dark Tournament," Kurama told himself, closing his emerald gaze. Everything has been so peaceful. I have yet to be called for an assignment of any kind by Koenma and my mother has been put in no danger. He thought to himself with his normal soft, kind look to his face. Soon I'll be going to a decent college that I made it into. Since the Dark Tournament has ended I came home and spent all the time with mother and finishing school.
"Speaking of school…" Kurama spoke gently and stopped where he was standing and turned around, glancing at a school building. "I wonder if Yusuke and Kuwabara made it through the rest of school," he smiled and laughed a bit. "It wouldn't surprise me if they barely made it through because of Keiko," he laughed lightly once more, then blinked, his green gaze catching a quick flash of something.
Kurama narrowed his gaze softly. I suppose I spoke too soon about things being peaceful…he thought, the grip on the handle of his school bag tightening a bit. He continued to walk, keeping an eye open, then stopped and whipped around, bring his book bag around as well, then blinked, getting a slightly nervous look as his book bag was stopped where it was, a very unhappy looking fire demon standing there.
"This how you treat all your friends, fox?" Hiei asked, huffing lightly as he let the bag drop, rather glad he stayed on guard when he noticed Kurama narrow his gaze.
"Gomen nasai Hiei-chan," Kurama spoke an apology. "You never gave me the chance to figure out it was you, all my eyes caught was a quick flash of something," he tried to explain, giving his kind, but slightly nervous smile.
"Forget it," he muttered, looking off to the side.
"Did you want something, Hiei?" Kurama asked, his book bag back at his side, his emerald gaze watching Hiei closely.
"Where's the detective?" Hiei asked, rather coldly and in an annoyed tone.
"Yusuke?" Kurama questioned and then shook his head. "I haven't seen him lately, not since we saved him after he was kidnapped," Kurama informed him. "Why?" he asked.
"I'm being forced to play the damn messenger again, and it's really pissing me off.." Hiei muttered.
Kurama gave a soft laugh. "Have you checked his home?" he asked a received a nod. "Hm," Kurama sighed and shook his head. "It's hard to figure out where Yusuke would be, considering he's rather unpredictable…"
"That idiot… if I get sent to be a damn messenger again, I'll kill the detective. Just because I'm stuck to this damn city doesn't mean I want to be stuck playing the messenger of assignments," he huffed. "I'm off.." Hiei told Kurama, giving a half wave and slipping off before Kurama could even open his mouth to say good bye.
He sighed and shook his head, turning around and then closing his eyes for a moment. "Why do I have a feeling the peace around here is going to end soon?" Kurama asked himself. "Oh well, I hope Hiei finds Yusuke," Kurama sighed and continued on his way home.
When he finally reached the house he opened the door and stepped in, closing and locking it. Taking off his shoes and setting his bag by the door he walked to the kitchen and looked around in there a bit. "Mother, I'm home…" he told the female that was standing at the stove, stirring something.
"Welcome home, Shuiichi," his mother spoke softly; looking over her shoulder and giving him a gentle smile, causing him smile softly himself. "What are you making?" he asked, stepping into he kitchen and walking over to her and watching her.
"Just something easy for dinner, I'm a bit wore out from work today," she told him.
"You should let me continue to cook then, mother," he told her, sounding slightly concerned. "We don't need you in the hospital again for over-working yourself," he told her and watched her shake her head. "It's almost done, Shuiichi," she informed him and smiled when he nodded.
"Alright, if you say so," he gave in. "I'll be in my room if you need me for anything," he told her. "I have a few books I need to read," he kissed her cheek and walked out of the kitchen, making his way up the stairs and to his room. He slipped passed his door and closed it, pulling his clothes off and changing into something else.
Walking to his bed he pulled a book from the nightstand he had and plopped down into his bed and sat up comfortably while he opened the book to where he needed and started to read and finished his book, then blinked, glancing at the time. "Mother?" he whispered, placing his book back on the nightstand.
It was near midnight, and his mother never called him for dinner. He climbed out of his bed and opened his bedroom door and walked down the stairs, then noticed his mother on the couch asleep, then slipped into the kitchen and glanced around, and walked over to the stove, turning it off. "Someone's here…" he whispered.
Kurama walked out of the kitchen and closed his eyes as he searched the house for any uneasy energy that was there. He then opened his eyes, frowning softly when he didn't feel the energy he was looking for, or any other energy for that fact. "Who was here?" he whispered to himself and walked out to his mother. He snatched a pillow and blanket and placed a pillow under her head, then a blanket over her body, kissing her cheek.
He placed his hand under his red hair, closing his eyes for a moment and then pulling his hand out from under his hair, a red rose now in his hand. He walked around the house and searched for it, then sighed, leaning his back against a wall, closing his eyes. "I don't understand… mother hasn't been out for very long, I would think.." he told himself. So.. who entered my home? Why didn't I hear mother scream or anything? He asked himself.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, I'll talk to Hiei about it," he told himself. "Hopefully he'll have an idea about what is going on…" Kurama sighed gently, closing his eyes and walked back up to his bedroom, closing the door, and reaching his hand out to turn off the lights, only to have his wrist snatched, and a hand come around and place a clothe by his mouth and nose, forcing him to breath in the fumes, and then finally pass out, laying limply in the attacker's arms.
A/N: Okay! -; that's the end of chapter one, kinda short and not very entertaining.. v.v But bare with me people.. been a while since I wrote or even worked on my stories.. .; Reviews are more than welcomed and are greatly appreciated, and flames.. I will just simply ignore them; so don't waste yer time with them. - Mwah! Thank you all for reading this story.. I will try my best to keep up with it. If I start laggin' behind too far, for your liking, then just e-mail me and shout at me, telling me I need to update.. '