10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 8b - Yorokobi no Aru Ryu
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, & never will, but I own Kurohi & Yamiryuinu, as y'all should know by now. Oh, and I don't own Baldak, either. For those who don't know him, he's the flying demon from long ago in, as Yusuke calls it, "Grandma's Forest" during the timed run through the woods when he eventually gets Genkai's powers. Baldak then flies around, using a pattern, which Kurohi told him NOT to do, and he was beaten!
"speaking" thinking noise POV change beginning/ending of dreams flashback beginning/endings /Telepathic speech/ passing of time /strange voice/
"Are you going to act like a horny fox all day?" Koenma
Kurohi reappeared at his body. He had gotten there a bit later than Koenma had.
He was crying.
His god, his love, was crying.
It made him wanna cry, too. The blue-eyed one floated toward the Dino Youkai and waved a hand. "What the fuck's goin' on! Why am I dead!"
Violet eyes radiating sadness looked up at him. "I failed the spell... I accidentally severed your spirit from your body... You have no way of returning... Gomen nasai..."
"LIKE FUCK YOU ARE! FIX IT, DAMN IT!"
"If only it were so simple, my friend."
"Yamiryuinu-sama, whom are you speaking to?"
"Kurohi's spirit," he sighed. "He's furious at me for failing my duty."
"DAMN RIGHT I AM! LET ME BACK IN MY OWN BODY RIGHT NOW!"
The silver-haired one relayed this to the god, trying his hardest to imitate the emotions flowing through the words. Koenma looked to the spirit sadly, then looked to his still body. The pendant pulsed slowly, but was never deterred.
So, my body's not dead... That's a plus, at least... Kurohi floated down onto the god and rested a hand on his shoulder. He leaned against his shoulder, careful not to fall through. He started speaking, and the Dino Youkai began to relay it.
"Just when I think I've figured you out, more questions occur with your every action. Look, I may be 'dead' now, but my body is still alive. You can sort of 'see' my heart beating, right? Even I'm not blind, so don't think I'm dead.
"Well, there's one memory I'll never forget," he began, trying to cheer him up with his story. "I was with a friend. It was a night like this, cool yet darker than night itself. My friend's name... I now remember, was Angel. She was a beautiful one, for a female. Blond hair and odd eyes. They took in everything and then spewed it out just to take it all back.
"At that time, I was alone. I was wandering. This was a few weeks before you all, including Mukuro, found me, and I got stuck in this mess.
"Anyway, I had wanted a challenge. One that would be so insane, it would kill me. So I found her near this huge estate. Greenery flourished alongside it like a faithful companion. Actually, in a sense, it all was. It all responded to her. She was a part of it. It was a part of her.
"I asked her to fight me. When she won, I inquired her to kill me. Kami, I wanted to die so badly... I was a wreck...
"She refused. She told me, that if I ever needed help, to come to her, but right now, I had needed to sort my confused mind out. If things didn't shape up, to come back.
"I never did. Never had to. I put concentrating on my memories aside, and decided to exist. Yes, not live, really. But exist. Y'know, eat, sleep, whatever. Just, never make a ripple in fate, destiny or whatnot. Never change. Never find anything.
"Then I met Hiei. He arrested me." He paused to chuckle. "He brought me to Mukuro, and she then told him to train me. He and I both agreed. I didn't want to die. He didn't want to kill me, so it all worked out.
"And then... I met you. My world went upside-down and twisted.
"And I loved every moment.
"But, please, I wanna be by your side! I wanna be me! I don't wanna be a ghost anymore! Please, Koenma, let me come back!"
"You... are asking me to let you come back?" He looked at the ghost beside him. His pale fingers touched the poltergeist's, and they easily passed through like air.
However, the ghost understood the meaning and nodded once. "Let me come back. My being gone only makes you sad. I can't bear to see you cry! Please let me come back!"
"How?"
He approached his body and knelt down on the bed beside it.
So... that's how he looked. He looked like a child while in "slumber". His rounded, but young, teen face. Long lashes, and parts of the tattoo were seen on his bare shoulders and where the blanket didn't cover up his chest. He touched his own flesh arm. His transparent body shook with fear and sadness.
But... how do I get back?
Then it hit him. If love gave him eternal life, couldn't love restore it?
"Koenma?"
Yamiryuinu repeated the word. The man in question blinked once in reply.
"This may sound strange, but... kiss me. No, not my spirit. My body. Maybe..." he turned to his descendant. "Yamiryuinu? Could you please leave us?"
The Dino Youkai nodded once. "Call me if you need me." He left, closing and locking the door behind him.
Koenma crawled onto the soft bed, half-laying down on it. Slowly, he brushed a few fingertips against that soft, porcelain face, and pressed his lips to the softer, warm ones.
Again, the wind blew...
And Kurohi, with a small headache, returned. Body feeling light, he responded to the kiss with a bit of tongue.
Koenma pulled back in shock. "K-Kurohi... You're..." His watery eyes gave away his loss for words.
He smiled almost widely. "...alive and loving it. Y'know," he purred. "I still prefer your taste. Needles definitely taste worse."
"Which taste?" he asked slyly.
"Now, now. I'd like to keep my mind out of the gutter, though I'd really like to know how you taste."
"Well?" Wanna taste me now?
"No. I'd rather save it for a honeymoon, thank you," he replied with a grin. "But... I can deal with this..." He sat up. "So, again, I ask you. Whom do you like better? Botan or-mmph!"
He shivered, arched up against the god and clutched the sheets as the kiss's effects tore through him. Purring softly, he returned the kiss as he had earlier. Their tongued danced and his mind felt like it was going on sensation overload. He felt so much emotion from how the god kissed him and held him he felt he never wanted to perish ever again. He felt a warm hand rest on the side of his face, tracing the sleek contours. The god pulled back. "Did that answer your question?"
Kurohi nodded slightly, mouth still slightly agape. It still tingled from the aftereffects of the kiss. He closed his eyes to compose himself. He opened them again, showing bright blue orbs instead of the darker shade they used to be. He hesitated sliding out of the bed for a moment, then shrugged and did so anyway. He fished around the room, trying to find his clothes. Where did the bastard put them!
He felt Koenma's gaze on his naked back. The tattoo cooled him down in the warm atmosphere, and it shimmered in the sunlight with a light sheen of sweat.
They were stacked amongst a few blue kimonos and he quickly threw on his jeans, and shirt. He looked around for his sword, and found it under the bed. He nuzzled the hilt affectionately.
"Ryuken..." was all he uttered.
"Are you going to act like a horny fox all day? You're forgetting we have to tell Botan."
He smartly ignored his first comment. YOU were the one acting horny! "Oh, and I hope you don't mind, I called her a 'stuck-up, prissy, attention-hogging, ugly, good-for-nothing bitch!' Then I turned around and said that she was, 'uninterested in men, so she wouldn't wanna fuck me.' Then I added, 'I wouldn't wanna fuck you, anyway. So why don't you ram that godforsaken SPOON up your ASS!'!"
Koenma laughed heartily. "Remind me... never... to make... you angry..." he said between chortles.
Kurohi grinned. "Hn. Like I would tell you off like that!" he replied sarcastically. "I'd NEVER say something like that to you."
The god smiled. "I know. If you don't mind, I'm going to revert."
"Not at all. Most of us already know how taxing it can be on you."
Toddler form came into view with a poof. He stood on the bed and fixed him with one of his cute stares. The duo-color-haired boy strapped his sword to his left hip. His tail swished in many directions. He sat on the bed. "If you like, I'll let you ride on my shoulders."
The god blushed. "Um, no, no, I can walk!"
Slight disappointment flicked through the blue gaze, but it left quickly. "As you wish." He stood up and grinned. "Let's go! I'm feelin' mighty damn good right now, so why don't we make Botan's life a hell she'll have to get used to!" he cried eagerly.
The pain in his body, he noted, was gone. Thinking about Koenma merely made his heart soar with joy. No more pain.
No more death.
"Koenma-sama! You're b... what the... Kurohi! I thought you were dead!"
Said boy frowned and stepped into better view. "Yes, and you were the one who wanted to send my spirit to the other-world! My body was still alive! You piss me off, y'know!" He cracked his knuckles. "Oh, and Koenma-chan, don't you have to tell something to Miss Botan?"
"Why did you trick me, Botan? Why did you convince me to love you, when I, deep down, loved Kurohi?"
"Something wrong with taking what's rightfully mine? Kurohi isn't even eternal!"
He stepped forward. "Wanna bet? Y'know, uncovering some of my memories by force actually had an upside." His body changed. Gray scales covered his body. His legs withered and he fell to the ground with a thud; his arms mutated into sharp wings.
Kurohi growled, and coiled his tail like a snake so he could sit up. It, too, had become that of a gray dragon's. (like a kawaii version of Breath of Fire 3's Tiamat dragon form)
"R-Ryu Youkai's true form...!"
Koenma grasped the dragon's tail with one hand, moving his thumb gently up and down its sleek length. The dragon purred and nuzzled Koenma's hat off by accident. The toddler pulled it back on, breaking the contact, and then nudged the dragon in a scale or two.
Violet eyes glowing, it conjured a temporary illusion, vanishing from sight. Kurohi stood, in his old demon form, before the ruler of Reikai and the ferry woman. He sat within the embrace of the dragon. "What do you think? In this illusion, I can show you what I used to look like." He cracked his claws again. "But that's besides the point. It's rather a simple thing. Koenma-chan loves me, I love him, so both he and I live for eternity, and do will Yusuke, Kuwabara, Keiko, Hiei, Kurama, Hikina, Kesumi, Atsuko, et cetera, et cetera... but you don't get this blessing. You hate me, hence, you hate Koenma-chan, and you hate the Reikai Tantei, which I am a part of, and everyone associated with them, as well!
"So move OVER Botan! You've lost! As far as I know, you've lost this race! So just SURRENDER!"
"What!"
The illusion vanished, and it was the dragon they saw. He growled, "You heard me. Find someone else. You'll find him... or her."
"Kurohi-chan?"
He powered down to demihuman form. "Nani?" he replied to his god.
"Paperwork is starting to pile up..." he pointed at all the files on his desk. They stretched half-way up to the ceiling. "Would you mind if I took care of it before it becomes too much of a problem?"
"Whatever you need to do," he replied softly, with a gentle smile. "go do it, koi. I can't stop you; I won't stop you."
"Arigatou!" He tugged Kurohi down by grasping a slender finger and embraced him. The blue-eyed one closed his eyes for a moment, his koi's scent drifting into his senses. The embrace was short-lived, and Koenma hopped to his desk, and began stamping again.
"I'll be in Ningenkai if you need me!"
"Okay!" came the distracted reply. Kurohi left in a displacement of air, and came to a halt in a field.
/You seem contented/ purred his dragon. Kurohi nodded once, but his mind was an almost blank.
He just listened to the serene song of the wind. The boy allowed his dragon form to take over, and he flew amongst the clouds, wings flapping soundlessly. One phrase continually played amongst the song in his mind:
"He loves me!"
End Day 8
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... I made a typo last chapter's starting date. It was sometime in late March. (duh!)
Started 4/3/03, Evening; Finished 4/4/03, 3:19PM