10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 14a - Red Pinkie String?
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, & never will. Kurohi, Yamiryuinu, Shirokoori, and all the other original characters *I* and Kohaku Frost come up with are property of Beware of Mage & Tsuki Ryu Productions. Use our characters without permission and we will be pissed. Ask first; I don't think I need to tell anyone how to contact me. After all, my e-mail shows up in my bio.
New character introduction. I hope you like her!
Kage Kitsune - Glad you love my story, fox! ^_^
Hiei obsessed - Here's more! After all, you're not the ONLY one obsessed with Hiei! I know where to find his entire past, now, too! I can't remember the exact URL, but just go to google and type in "Hiei's Past". Also, you might want to include: "Episode 99" or "Episode 100" because those are the episodes where, in detail, you can read about the past of Hiei.
See more of my notes at the bottom.
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"Can we trust her?" Kurohi
Why does the gushing forth of courage and power
Unexpectedly ride past even utterly sorrowful times
Perhaps because of the bitterness
Utterly kind people had unexpectedly shown
Thank you very much!
(Smile Bomb, Mawatari Matsuko)
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"Why would Master want Lord Koenma-sama?" asked the blue dragon. It was cool outside, and her master liked the coolness of the air. Cold and not humid, was his personal preference.
"As bait for my half-brother. I've told you that before; why would I have to tell you that a second time?"
"Because I can't remember half the stuff you tell me?" she ask-said, large wings folded behind her scaly back. She was in a cheerful mood.
"Hmph. You're impossible. You know that?"
She ignored the question. "Why do you want to bait your half- brother?"
He grinned wickedly, flashing fangs. "The answer is simple. To crush him for being the legendary male Tsuki Ryu."
"Oh, the one that was revolted so? I almost feel bad for him. Almost."
He ruffled the dragon's soft feathers on her head affectionately. "Well, that's what I like about you. You come around to scare me and then surprise me yet again! I think I'm starting to rub off on you!"
"I am honored..."
"Furthermore, check on that half-wit of a ruler for me, would you?" he asked, beaming a little. However, not a smile graced his features. "I wouldn't want the bait to be dead... yet."
She nodded. "Yes, Sir!" She flapped off to the dragon cell chambers.
She turned several corners, and then descended down a stair well. She landed on the cold ground and stepped up to the chamber the god was imprisoned.
His baby-like features were creased in the anger he had felt a while ago. Other than that, he seemed okay. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Taka couldn't guess why he would fall in love with that damn Tsuki Ryu. Perhaps, she didn't want to, either.
"What do you see in that boy?" she asked the sleeping god. "He is nothing more than an urchin trapped in a world of hatred. He blocks what he dislikes with his opponents' own coldness, and contains a resolve to complete what he starts even more than I have ever seen in any human, demon... or god. Why do you insist on loving and protecting him? What has he ever done for you?"
As expected, the god gave no outward answer, and stayed, motionless, in the cell.
Taka blinked her eyes, highly confused, but not at the god. Oh, no. She was confused at something she had never fathomed in her life.
Even more so, she wanted to protect her master.
She would have to be humanoid for him to love her...
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'Taka dawdles...... What could have held her up so? She was created to obey my beck and call. Whatever could occupy her attention so long?
'Furthermore, the effects of killing that god before my half- brother's eyes will pay off in the end of having to hold onto such scum. I've wanted to for a long time. This pitiful age isn't fit for such a slacker, anyway.'
A few gentle gusts of wind brushed against his face. He pulled back his bangs uselessly behind his ears and closed his eyes as they flew back into place, sighing into that cool air.
'...This breeze is rather nice... This should happen more often...'
"Master! I'm back!"
He sighed again. This time, it was more of the exasperated sort. He turned his attention away from the cool air and sought his dragon's eyes. The aged yellowish orbs blinked once at his gaze, but otherwise did not flinch.
"Koenma's condition is stable. However, it could hang in the balance at any moment."
"Yes... that is what to be expected. Taka, keep an eye on him every few hours. I don't want him to die just yet. We must have those baka ningen- tachi suffer for coming after me in response to me. Then again, I expected them to do so, demo don'na. Do your stuff. Dismissed." He waved her off, and turned his attention back to the skies.
The dragon watched him a moment longer. His golden eyes flickered every now and then as he blinked. His robes slid silently across his body with every movement, however minuscule. His hair, spiked behind him, waved gently against his neck with the moving air.
"I thought I told you, you were dismissed?! Get the fuck outta here, damn bird!!"
She flapped off. 'Bakayaro...'
~~~~~~
"Kurohi, we haven't found leads! How the hell do you know where we're going?!"
He turned his head slightly to the present-ex-delinquent, still marching on, feet making no sound against the rough grass. "Trust me. I know where I'm going."
"Did you ever go to that place before?" asked Kurama.
"No. I have never been there and have no idea what it looks like," he replied, turning his head to his left, toward the slender beauty. He eyed him with that large, innocent but tainted blue gaze.
"Then how..." started Kurama.
"Hey!" interrupted Kuwabara. "Is it like my Red Pinkie String I had with Yukina??"
Hiei had to suppress the urge to kill the baka for mentioning his sister.
The oaf, however, knew that they were siblings.
Kurohi turned his whole body around to eye the six-foot-tall man and chuckled. "Could you explain?"
"Well, the instant I laid eyes on her, I was attached to her and knew exactly where to go even though I hadn't a clue where she really was. I remember the whole thing as if it were yesterday..." He sighed at the memory.
The boy nodded. "Excellent comparison," he said in his soft voice. It was filled with a little bit of pep as he spoke now. "I'd say your theory compared to mine, but not in how it appeared, is completely correct."
"Oh? Then what does yours look like? Your connection, I mean?"
"Call me crazy, but..." he touched his collarbone with his delicate fingertips, brushing against the untainted, fluffy-soft skin. "it's like a... a golden thread connected us at the heart. I have... a bad feeling about this, though..."
"Uh? Why would you?" asked Mr. Sensitive. (A/N: Remember in the Gate of Betrayal? Yusuke calls Kuwabara this.)
"Yes, if you're connected like that why would it be bad?" asked Botan, brushing his blue bangs out of his face.
Angel merely stared.
He fell silent. Turning away, he plainly avoided the question. If they ever found out how he sometimes felt on the verge of collapse... they might not trust him to fight anything off...
"Well?!"
The boy stopped walking, and turned to his friends. They, too, had stopped. His gaze flicked from one face to another, taking in their worn appearances. He closed his eyes and opened them tiredly, hoping, and yet not, to portray through his eyes what he felt on the inside as the pain gnawed at him.
They seemed to mistake this for heartbreak.
"Don't worry about it. He's fine. We wouldn't be able to sense his spirit if he were dead, right?"
The boy didn't answer.
"Right?!"
The group remained silent. Botan looked at his shoes, not trusting himself to eye Angel, for fear of an unwanted extra target should they ever have to fight. Yusuke looked just about ready to boil over. His teeth were grit and he had to clench his knuckles to keep from screaming. He contemplated marching on to ease his state of mind. However, he decided to pay attention to everyone to see how the group reacted.
Hiei watched their leader with hidden amusement; however, Kurohi's lack of a reply bothered him greatly. Kurohi never stayed silent this long when proposed with a question, as he never seemed to find an excuse about not answering. Hell, he had even asked the boy what he felt about the training. He had merely shrugged and replied that it was a bit boring, as the fire demon had been holding back his energies. One blast from a "Jaou Ensatsu Regoku Shou" (A/N: A green flame attack from Hiei's fists) knocked him flat off his feet, panting for air. His tail had even gone limp. After he had recovered halfway, he had yelled giddily, flopped on the ground, "YOU GOTTA TEACH ME THAAa." and he had promptly fallen asleep.
Kurama watched Hiei's face flash from a monotonous boredom to a flicker of amusement before it vanished. He probably had thought of something interesting, but he wouldn't pry the demon of something he wasn't interested in revealing. He, after all, had his reasons for keeping quiet. Though he never really knew that much into his demon's past, he knew it was rather troubling.
That alone kept him from prying.
Angel's mind was all but blank. Her mystical eyes scanned the surroundings, and they darted to one side and she gave a visible start as something silver lunged at her. It tackled her to the ground, and yelled a giddy, happy-go-lucky, "GOTCHA!! I finally found you, Angel-cha-----n!!"
When the world stopped spinning, she realized belatedly that her friend was still pinning her to the ground. Hiei had his hand on the hilt of his sword, and Kurama's fists were clenched tightly.
Kurohi, Yusuke, Botan and Kuwabara looked amused, their guard completely dropped.
"Angel-chan? Why don't you say anything?" asked the creature. Her bright, light-blue eyes glowed at her.
She recovered her dignity, somewhat. "Get off me."
The creature scrambled off, and stood on her two booted legs. A long silver tail wagged left and right like a dog's. Her long, rabbit-like ears twitched once or twice as she craned her neck up at her friend. "Long time no see, nevertheless." She had an amicable façade.
"Can we trust her?" asked Kurohi. He blinked widely, and the girl mimicked the expression.
The creature's face was still in that cocky grin. Her silver hair rested against her shoulders, and a dark mark from the back of her right hand disappeared into her shirt and appeared on the back of her other hand. She was no taller than Hiei. The woman's face was heart-shaped and, according to Botan, she had a nice bust. Nothing NEAR comparison to Angel, though.
"'Can we trust her?'" she echoed in her childish voice. "Of course you can trust me! I'm Angel-chan's best friend, Azura!"
End Day 14's afternoon.
R&R!!
don'na = whatever
You know when Hiei said last chapter, "You've learned all the things I've taught you much faster than when I, myself, ever learned them."? Well, turns out Hiei became an A-Class demon (before the Jagan Eye) from about Age 1 to Age 5 (Yes, imagine Hiei as a toddler carrying his normal-sized Katana!)
Kurohi learned similar techniques in 5 months!
And to think I never knew how long it took Hiei to learn how to fight until I searched farther about his past!
The votes stand like this:
Botan as guy: 3
Botan as gal: 2
Started 5/14/03, 4:48PM; Finished 5/15/03, 10:22PM
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 14a - Red Pinkie String?
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, & never will. Kurohi, Yamiryuinu, Shirokoori, and all the other original characters *I* and Kohaku Frost come up with are property of Beware of Mage & Tsuki Ryu Productions. Use our characters without permission and we will be pissed. Ask first; I don't think I need to tell anyone how to contact me. After all, my e-mail shows up in my bio.
New character introduction. I hope you like her!
Kage Kitsune - Glad you love my story, fox! ^_^
Hiei obsessed - Here's more! After all, you're not the ONLY one obsessed with Hiei! I know where to find his entire past, now, too! I can't remember the exact URL, but just go to google and type in "Hiei's Past". Also, you might want to include: "Episode 99" or "Episode 100" because those are the episodes where, in detail, you can read about the past of Hiei.
See more of my notes at the bottom.
--------------------------------
"Can we trust her?" Kurohi
Why does the gushing forth of courage and power
Unexpectedly ride past even utterly sorrowful times
Perhaps because of the bitterness
Utterly kind people had unexpectedly shown
Thank you very much!
(Smile Bomb, Mawatari Matsuko)
--------------------------------
"Why would Master want Lord Koenma-sama?" asked the blue dragon. It was cool outside, and her master liked the coolness of the air. Cold and not humid, was his personal preference.
"As bait for my half-brother. I've told you that before; why would I have to tell you that a second time?"
"Because I can't remember half the stuff you tell me?" she ask-said, large wings folded behind her scaly back. She was in a cheerful mood.
"Hmph. You're impossible. You know that?"
She ignored the question. "Why do you want to bait your half- brother?"
He grinned wickedly, flashing fangs. "The answer is simple. To crush him for being the legendary male Tsuki Ryu."
"Oh, the one that was revolted so? I almost feel bad for him. Almost."
He ruffled the dragon's soft feathers on her head affectionately. "Well, that's what I like about you. You come around to scare me and then surprise me yet again! I think I'm starting to rub off on you!"
"I am honored..."
"Furthermore, check on that half-wit of a ruler for me, would you?" he asked, beaming a little. However, not a smile graced his features. "I wouldn't want the bait to be dead... yet."
She nodded. "Yes, Sir!" She flapped off to the dragon cell chambers.
She turned several corners, and then descended down a stair well. She landed on the cold ground and stepped up to the chamber the god was imprisoned.
His baby-like features were creased in the anger he had felt a while ago. Other than that, he seemed okay. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Taka couldn't guess why he would fall in love with that damn Tsuki Ryu. Perhaps, she didn't want to, either.
"What do you see in that boy?" she asked the sleeping god. "He is nothing more than an urchin trapped in a world of hatred. He blocks what he dislikes with his opponents' own coldness, and contains a resolve to complete what he starts even more than I have ever seen in any human, demon... or god. Why do you insist on loving and protecting him? What has he ever done for you?"
As expected, the god gave no outward answer, and stayed, motionless, in the cell.
Taka blinked her eyes, highly confused, but not at the god. Oh, no. She was confused at something she had never fathomed in her life.
Even more so, she wanted to protect her master.
She would have to be humanoid for him to love her...
~~~~~~
'Taka dawdles...... What could have held her up so? She was created to obey my beck and call. Whatever could occupy her attention so long?
'Furthermore, the effects of killing that god before my half- brother's eyes will pay off in the end of having to hold onto such scum. I've wanted to for a long time. This pitiful age isn't fit for such a slacker, anyway.'
A few gentle gusts of wind brushed against his face. He pulled back his bangs uselessly behind his ears and closed his eyes as they flew back into place, sighing into that cool air.
'...This breeze is rather nice... This should happen more often...'
"Master! I'm back!"
He sighed again. This time, it was more of the exasperated sort. He turned his attention away from the cool air and sought his dragon's eyes. The aged yellowish orbs blinked once at his gaze, but otherwise did not flinch.
"Koenma's condition is stable. However, it could hang in the balance at any moment."
"Yes... that is what to be expected. Taka, keep an eye on him every few hours. I don't want him to die just yet. We must have those baka ningen- tachi suffer for coming after me in response to me. Then again, I expected them to do so, demo don'na. Do your stuff. Dismissed." He waved her off, and turned his attention back to the skies.
The dragon watched him a moment longer. His golden eyes flickered every now and then as he blinked. His robes slid silently across his body with every movement, however minuscule. His hair, spiked behind him, waved gently against his neck with the moving air.
"I thought I told you, you were dismissed?! Get the fuck outta here, damn bird!!"
She flapped off. 'Bakayaro...'
~~~~~~
"Kurohi, we haven't found leads! How the hell do you know where we're going?!"
He turned his head slightly to the present-ex-delinquent, still marching on, feet making no sound against the rough grass. "Trust me. I know where I'm going."
"Did you ever go to that place before?" asked Kurama.
"No. I have never been there and have no idea what it looks like," he replied, turning his head to his left, toward the slender beauty. He eyed him with that large, innocent but tainted blue gaze.
"Then how..." started Kurama.
"Hey!" interrupted Kuwabara. "Is it like my Red Pinkie String I had with Yukina??"
Hiei had to suppress the urge to kill the baka for mentioning his sister.
The oaf, however, knew that they were siblings.
Kurohi turned his whole body around to eye the six-foot-tall man and chuckled. "Could you explain?"
"Well, the instant I laid eyes on her, I was attached to her and knew exactly where to go even though I hadn't a clue where she really was. I remember the whole thing as if it were yesterday..." He sighed at the memory.
The boy nodded. "Excellent comparison," he said in his soft voice. It was filled with a little bit of pep as he spoke now. "I'd say your theory compared to mine, but not in how it appeared, is completely correct."
"Oh? Then what does yours look like? Your connection, I mean?"
"Call me crazy, but..." he touched his collarbone with his delicate fingertips, brushing against the untainted, fluffy-soft skin. "it's like a... a golden thread connected us at the heart. I have... a bad feeling about this, though..."
"Uh? Why would you?" asked Mr. Sensitive. (A/N: Remember in the Gate of Betrayal? Yusuke calls Kuwabara this.)
"Yes, if you're connected like that why would it be bad?" asked Botan, brushing his blue bangs out of his face.
Angel merely stared.
He fell silent. Turning away, he plainly avoided the question. If they ever found out how he sometimes felt on the verge of collapse... they might not trust him to fight anything off...
"Well?!"
The boy stopped walking, and turned to his friends. They, too, had stopped. His gaze flicked from one face to another, taking in their worn appearances. He closed his eyes and opened them tiredly, hoping, and yet not, to portray through his eyes what he felt on the inside as the pain gnawed at him.
They seemed to mistake this for heartbreak.
"Don't worry about it. He's fine. We wouldn't be able to sense his spirit if he were dead, right?"
The boy didn't answer.
"Right?!"
The group remained silent. Botan looked at his shoes, not trusting himself to eye Angel, for fear of an unwanted extra target should they ever have to fight. Yusuke looked just about ready to boil over. His teeth were grit and he had to clench his knuckles to keep from screaming. He contemplated marching on to ease his state of mind. However, he decided to pay attention to everyone to see how the group reacted.
Hiei watched their leader with hidden amusement; however, Kurohi's lack of a reply bothered him greatly. Kurohi never stayed silent this long when proposed with a question, as he never seemed to find an excuse about not answering. Hell, he had even asked the boy what he felt about the training. He had merely shrugged and replied that it was a bit boring, as the fire demon had been holding back his energies. One blast from a "Jaou Ensatsu Regoku Shou" (A/N: A green flame attack from Hiei's fists) knocked him flat off his feet, panting for air. His tail had even gone limp. After he had recovered halfway, he had yelled giddily, flopped on the ground, "YOU GOTTA TEACH ME THAAa." and he had promptly fallen asleep.
Kurama watched Hiei's face flash from a monotonous boredom to a flicker of amusement before it vanished. He probably had thought of something interesting, but he wouldn't pry the demon of something he wasn't interested in revealing. He, after all, had his reasons for keeping quiet. Though he never really knew that much into his demon's past, he knew it was rather troubling.
That alone kept him from prying.
Angel's mind was all but blank. Her mystical eyes scanned the surroundings, and they darted to one side and she gave a visible start as something silver lunged at her. It tackled her to the ground, and yelled a giddy, happy-go-lucky, "GOTCHA!! I finally found you, Angel-cha-----n!!"
When the world stopped spinning, she realized belatedly that her friend was still pinning her to the ground. Hiei had his hand on the hilt of his sword, and Kurama's fists were clenched tightly.
Kurohi, Yusuke, Botan and Kuwabara looked amused, their guard completely dropped.
"Angel-chan? Why don't you say anything?" asked the creature. Her bright, light-blue eyes glowed at her.
She recovered her dignity, somewhat. "Get off me."
The creature scrambled off, and stood on her two booted legs. A long silver tail wagged left and right like a dog's. Her long, rabbit-like ears twitched once or twice as she craned her neck up at her friend. "Long time no see, nevertheless." She had an amicable façade.
"Can we trust her?" asked Kurohi. He blinked widely, and the girl mimicked the expression.
The creature's face was still in that cocky grin. Her silver hair rested against her shoulders, and a dark mark from the back of her right hand disappeared into her shirt and appeared on the back of her other hand. She was no taller than Hiei. The woman's face was heart-shaped and, according to Botan, she had a nice bust. Nothing NEAR comparison to Angel, though.
"'Can we trust her?'" she echoed in her childish voice. "Of course you can trust me! I'm Angel-chan's best friend, Azura!"
End Day 14's afternoon.
R&R!!
don'na = whatever
You know when Hiei said last chapter, "You've learned all the things I've taught you much faster than when I, myself, ever learned them."? Well, turns out Hiei became an A-Class demon (before the Jagan Eye) from about Age 1 to Age 5 (Yes, imagine Hiei as a toddler carrying his normal-sized Katana!)
Kurohi learned similar techniques in 5 months!
And to think I never knew how long it took Hiei to learn how to fight until I searched farther about his past!
The votes stand like this:
Botan as guy: 3
Botan as gal: 2
Started 5/14/03, 4:48PM; Finished 5/15/03, 10:22PM