10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 17a - Love Finds a Way
Disclaimer - I don't own YYH, & never will. After all, I'm not Yoshihiro Togashi. 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.
The Official 30th chappie! 13 more days to go after this one! (Yes, I know the title is kinda corny-sounding but it was the best I could come up with!)
Ramen - The good things about summer is that there's NO SCHOOL and sleeping in on weekdays is also inevitable (I do this). Shirokoori really isn't a bad guy in a good majority of my other fics (particularly Yu-Gi-Oh!). In my other fics, he is a happy-go-lucky kid. He likes to get into teachers' faces, pull pranks and then dash off. He likes Kurohi, hence the nicknames: Light, Hikari, and Aibou... In YGO fics, Shirokoori has gold eyes and DARK brown hair with no red highlights, and his favorite nightly hobby is throwing "threats" (ex. 'Rare Hunters) several blocks away with his third eye. (The record is 5 blocks). I WON'T have a sad ending! This is proved in THIS chapter! Oh, and about the fan: My dad busted the one in the living room, and the only compensation is that we got these turbo fans that, when set on "Low" they don't do low stuff... more like medium... and they're loud as hell.
Scarby - Like I said, I might do alternate chapters of the last half or so. I might title them "Yuri, Day #, blah blah blah" or something like that. But yeah, you're right about the balance. And this chapter came quicker than I expected. Once this mess everyone's in is over, I'll need some ideas about "for fun" stuff that may have nothing to do with the previous plot.
Did you know...
That Majari makes a key role in "YuYuHakusho The Movie: Poltergeist Report"? Yep. That's probably going to be the sequel! (All I have to do is transcribe the whole thing and add what's going on, then use THAT and tweak stuff around)
I hope to do a RPG Maker thing of this fic or at least do a doujinshi! Then, I'll need a scanner so I can scan all the stuff for you loyal fans! Over 80 reviews! I'm touched! glomps everyone My writer's block is nearly gone! Eien Ni Thank you! (Believe it or not, it's actually the name of one of Kuwabara's solos... It means "Thank You Forever/Eternity" or something like that!
I got my roll back! Note to self: Yank off that notice or at least update it.
Flashback/End Flashback
This is a songfic chapter!
"Ku-Kurohi...!"
Icy, unfeeling blue sought gold. "He's not dead... yet." He sighed, but smirked. "Well, I'm feeling better. Good thing he'll be dead in a few minutes! That rat of a Tsuki Ryu... All that pain just because he was born! My family would be proud of me!" (A/N: He seems a lot like Maximillian Pegasus from Yu-Gi-Oh! now, doesn't he?)
"What you have done... will never be tolerated if I have anything to say about it!" shouted Koenma in his beautiful teen form. At least HE had his robes on. (A/N: In these circumstances, that is a GOOD thing!)
The rumpled figure on the floor that was Kurohi remained unmoving. Koenma was aware of a faint heartbeat, but even that was dying out. He HAD to figure out how to channel some of his Reiki into his lover before he...
"Oh, it's those friends of his. Looks like we're gonna have a great time, ne!"
Koenma looked up. Seven people set foot just outside the door, in which they stopped in shock. "Guys!"
Angel's gaze locked onto the other Tsuki Ryu. "No..." She tossed off her black robe, revealing three pairs of wings that stretched gloriously toward the ceiling.
Angelique... the Dark Lady!
"Kurohi!" In a matter of six to seven strides, Angel had crouched next to the boy. She touched his feverish shoulder, but went cheated without any form of response. "Kurohi! Wake up!" She gently shook his shoulder, as if he were merely sleeping.
She smelled released blood. Both on the floor and... inside him? She cursed and stood up. "You will pay dearly for your deed! NO ONE harms the only half-eternal Tsuki Ryu!"
"Half-eternal?" asked Yusuke, dashing toward her. He stopped behind her tallish form. "Would this have anything to do with him being a half-god?"
The Dark Lady nodded once. "Yes. His mother was a dear friend of mine, and his father is a God of the Netherworld who specializes in copying others' techniques!" She glanced at Yusuke. "We have some time before Kurohi meets his demise, as he would want a moment or two to be with Koenma. Now, enough talk! I have a little score to settle with you... Shirokoori!"
He withdrew a long blade from his expensive robes and flung them off as well. The action revealed a red undershirt and even redder pants. Angel chuckled. "It looks a hell of a lot like you peed your pants..." She was rewarded with a glare. "in blood, that is!"
To be perfectly honest, Shirokoori... looked kind of... scared.
"I've never been able to beat you, Dark One, so how about if I pit my dragon, Taka, against yo-aaahhhh! DAMMIT TAKA!" There was a white cocoon in the corner of the room. She won't emerge until later today! Fuck! He visibly slumped and then screamed for his life as two fire balls, a rose whip, and a gray dragon came rushing at him. He blocked the flurry with both arms and even blocked Botan's follow-up with his baseball bat.
The "walls" that imprisoned the god fell the second the youkai's focus was diverted, and he scrambled to his lover. He cursed. Up close, he noticed the full power of the injuries... though, they weren't on his skin.
"Guys! Get the Blood Stone back! Whatever you do, DON'T SHATTER IT!" Koenma.
"How could I forget, Koenma! I charted the damn thing!" Angel.
"Okay, okay! We get it!" Yusuke.
/Well aware of it/ Yowaihaiiro.
"How'd YOU get out, DRAGON!"
/Kurohi called me/ replied the soft gray dragon. Her Blood Stone-colored eyes glared at Master's half-brother. /He can only become a form of me, but on my own, I am known as Kaizer Yowaihaiiro/
"Haa... ha, hah... I... knew... it... It.. worked!"
"Kurohi! Don't speak, okay! You're hurt!"
Blue eyes were cracked open. His world was a blur. He smiled lightly. "Heh.. I got.. to see you... one last... time."
"Don't say /last, kudasai!"
"And I... earlier... was the one... begging for... YOUR... life."
He nodded once, hair going slightly out of place. He ran a comforting hand through the silky waves of brown, silver-streaked hair. "I know. I heard."
"..What about... Majari?"
"Majari was sent into the darkness of space for his corrupt deeds... alongside a few others: Yakumo, Raiko, and one or two more I cannot remember. It's been a long time since I ever gazed upon those files... After all, they happened so many years ago. Before you came along."
The boy looked away. He said nothing more. The only noise in their silence the sound of battle behind them and ragged breaths of the one Koenma held in his arms.
For a while, Kurohi didn't mind this position. However, battle called him. He wanted to fight. It was HIS fight, after all!
The male shifted in the grasp he was locked in and tried to sit up but fell back with a short, quiet cry of irritation. His blue gaze flicked to the golden one, and he asked, "You love me, right?"
The god was silent, and decided to channel some Reiki into the other man. This overall silence seemed to tell Kurohi a message, and he, with every strength he held in his wounded form, wrenched himself from his lover's hold and staggered to his feet. He managed to stay up for a half of a second before he fell back on his ass. He hissed at the impact and at his sudden tiredness.
"K-Kurohi! You shouldn't be..."
He twisted his head around and glared, baring his small fangs. He never did this to anyone so close to him in relationships, whether friendship, lovers or anything of the positive sort. "What, in love.. with you! Goddammit, Koenma! I asked... a question! What do I.. get? Silence..."
With that, consciousness eluded him.
"Kurohi... You've seen that I do... but, do you know the full extent..?" Gently, carefully, he pried himself away from his unconscious lover. Not surprisingly Shirokoori was still standing.
"Everyone! Let ME fight!"
It was simple. Koenma'd beat Shirokoori to prove how strongly his love was.
Yusuke and Kuwabara blinked once, then nodded and backed off. Koenma frowned behind his pacifier. He grasped the baby blue object, and everyone else backed off further. Angel scooped up Kurohi to get him out of harm's way.
Then she remembered something.
"Koenma! We didn't manage to get back the Blood Stone...!"
He turned his head, golden eyes burning into her own. His fingertips were still placed onto his pacifier. "I know. Even though the effects of removing this will have... explosive... results, I won't let it harm the Blood Stone. After all, I CAN harness my energies and command them to avoid certain things." He turned to his somewhat silent opponent. "Prepare to meet your demise, Shirokoori!"
With that, he removed the pacifier.
"Shihono'o! Give me strength!" called Ryu Youkai Oji Shirokoori-sama. A bright red and black flame surrounded his form. The blast of Reiki dissipated against that strange barrier.
"You're too late, Koenma. While you were attacking me, I had already placed the Blood Stone into the fire. Kurohi now belongs to me.. body and soul!"
"You're insane... You may have his body and soul, but you don't have his heart!"
"Oh? And where might that be?"
/His./
"How DARE you interrupt, dragon!" The prince seemed to be insane. He wasn't talking to anything, and yet, everyone else could hear something talking back.
/Hmph. At least call me by name./
"Grrrr... fine, Kuraikiri," (A/N: Black no light at all Mist, Black Mist/Light-less Mist) "You goin' against me?"
/I do not appreciate what you have done. I am GOING TO WRING YOUR NECK/ A black dragon burst forth of Shirokoori's clothing. Its red eyes glared down at him. "Master or not, I'm through with you! Hand over the Blood Stone!"
The man reached into the fire, and pulled out a deep, dark red stone. It was almost black in color. "This?"
"...Master, I can't believe you tainted it... Enjeru was right when she said we should be rid of you," uttered a low rumble. A blue-armored dragon that looked humanoid stepped forth from the shadows, fallen by a female angel-like creature.
"We knew you were horrible, but THIS? Preying on a lad who has the same father as you?"
They're all ganging up on me! Dammit! he thought.
The dragons lunged at him.
He flung the Blood Stone, which shattered upon contact with the floor. He made a break for it while the others were distracted.
"KUROHI---!"
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My head felt light for a moment, but then I felt all the feeling rush right back into me. I felt as I had before that dragon had thwacked my head so long ago. My heart still ached, but I felt there was no deterioration in my condition.
It felt safe to open my eyes... so I did. I blinked once, maybe twice. Everything was a blur, as if I was wearing glasses that I never needed. Blinking a third time, I focused on shape. Two more times added shadow and detail, and three times more allowed the smallest of details to come into sharp focus.
I saw Angelique: the Dark Lady and Yusuke above my face and felt highly disappointed. Where was Koenma?
She must have seen the slightest frown on my face and jerked her head toward the door to her back-left. I crawled up, ignoring the others' gasps that I was alive, and dashed off to find my love.
..I can't believe I'm not dead...
What happened?
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We had let him escape, and I loathed that. Not only that, I lost the one person whom I've ever held closest.
Kurohi...
As I gaze at the wonderful sight past the balcony, more tears slid down my face with a good velocity. I felt their tracks and didn't bother wiping them away. More would replace them, anyway. Despite my watching the scenery, all I could see was Kurohi dying before I could answer him.
I wanted to say I loved him beyond compare, and now, it's much too late.
I am outside. The gentle, summer wind brushes against my body as it accidentally bumps into me, and then dances past me. However, I am not intrigued by its dance.
The only "dance" I wish to see is Kurohi's "grand" entrance all over again... when he came into my life.
"Koenma-sama! Hiei-san wishes to speak with you! Urgent!" hollered George, a blue oni. He is one of my closest of them all.
In no time flat, a black-robed figure entered my office, dragging a boy behind him. He was five inches taller than Hiei, and easily peeked at me from behind the fire demon. His large, expressive eyes held mine for a full ten seconds before the other demon cleared his throat.
"If you are done ogling at my /catch, I would like to get this over with."
The boy frowned slightly when he was called a "catch".
"Go on, Hiei."
"I am training this boy under me under orders of Mukuro by tomorrow. He has grown strong with a swiftness that I have never encountered before. Perhaps, when I am done with him at times, you'd like to keep tabs on him?"
"...and make him a Reikai Tantei?"
"Hn. Do what you will to keep tabs on him. He can be very dangerous if his powers are exploited improperly or if he gets angry. I practically took the full brunt of Mukuro when he burned the new carpet to dust."
"What's his name?"
The boy huffed. "I can speak, y'know," he uttered. It was in indignant sound. "Watashi wa Kurohi." His demon tail, which looked like a tiger's, swished agitatedly.
"So, you burned Mukuro-sama's carpet?"
He shrugged. "She pissed me off. What was I supposed to do? Bite myself?"
Hiei stomped Kurohi's foot with he own booted one. The boy hissed, and I saw a flicker behind his shirt.
"What's that, you got there?"
"Ah!" he stuttered. He gently grasped it, as if squeezing it would make it explode or something. "NO TOUCH!"
I raised my hands in defense. "I wasn't gonna! I just wanted to see it."
To my relief, and also, surprise, his expression fell into one of deep calmness. Before I had said anything to him, his eyes had been slanted in anger, and now, they expressed their roundness to the full. He blinked at me twice, and proceeded to look at the far wall. He did not speak.
One word about his eyes: HUGE! They were deep blue sapphire orbs lined with upper lashes that ended in a point near the outermost edges. The outermost edges of his lower lashes ended in two spikes. His face carried the look of a twelve-year-old, but his eyes told of someone older. Much older.
"Kurohi, how old are you?"
"Ahh.. I'm sixty years old."
I nodded once, knowing full well that he was a demon. "What demon are you?"
"I'll have to wait for my memory to return to tell you that. Right now, I don't know. So, are you gonna take me in as a Reikai Tantei?"
I nodded and stamped a few things, tossing them into my "done" stack. "Yes. I'll go take care of that immediately. Is there anything else, Hiei?"
When I received no reply, I looked up. They both were gone.
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The wind brushed against his hair as he left the room, setting the loosened, uneven strands over to one side. He stood on a balcony, watching someone, who didn't look back at him.
Were those.. tears?
His sapphire eyes widened slightly at the question. Why are you crying? Doshite kanashii no? (A/N: Why are you sad?)
He stepped forward with his natural silence. As predicted, the other could not hear him, and with the harsh masking of his youki, no one could sense him that way.
Kurohi felt he lived his life in shadows and he felt that no one would come to like him no matter whose genetics he was infused with.
He mouthed three syllables that looked a lot like "Koenma" before stepping forward. He closed his blue eyes, and reopened them slowly. He let his barriers down again an spoke, "Tears may not suit your face, but they don't interfere with your astounding beauty, koibito."
Koenma jerked his gaze up and turned his head to face the source of the sound completely.
There Kurohi stood, in the center of the balcony, with the most open expression written across his being, particularly in his bright eyes. It was then that his powerful youki rushed past the mask he wore over it, and the boy, no, man, grinned. He stepped forward with the sound of any normal human, just to let the god know he was truly there. He embraced the slightly taller one around his upper back and bent his head down enough to let the god rest his chin on the top of his head. He felt strong arms hold him around the waist, and his tail gave a little twitch at the contact, but otherwise remained calm.
The god spoke first. "I.. I thought you were..."
"Dead?" the man chuckled. "Hell no."
"B-but the Blood Stone..."
"Gone. When placed into the dark flame, it only broke the cursed shackles the dragon had on me."
"Um, what dragon? Your gray dragon?"
"No, no. A dragon I fought when I was twenty. It made a gash in my head and I was cursed to live as far as it would live. I was constantly controlled by the Ryu Youkai VIA Blood Stone, and managed to get to where you are by sheer luck. I'm glad I was trapped in stone for a while... because then... I met, you."
He paused, noting the tension in the other's body. He moved his head so he could look up at Koenma. His eyelids slid down halfway as he reached up and tenderly licked the salty raindrops from those gold eyes, and heard a sigh escape the taller male. He leaned back slightly and uttered, "I'm going no where. And if I know anything, keeping emotions pent-up results in some nasty bouts of insanity... I wouldn't want that same fate to come onto you, so-"
He stopped abruptly and turned his head toward the source in front and below him. Though he couldn't see this opponent, his stomach flopped around. Kurohi's expression hardened and he whispered, "Stay here." He quickly kissed his lover on the lips, gently broke away, and stepped up onto the railing of the balcony. Below, it would seem a five-story drop.
"What are you doing..!" asked Koenma in alarm. Was he going to commit suicide or something!
He turned his head toward his love and smiled. "Saving you, this time." He turned away, but heard his name being called again as a question. He turned his head around.
"I love you."
Kurohi softly smiled. His tail swished gracefully. His eyes well up with tears slightly as he uttered, "I love you, too..."
With that, he jumped.
End Day 17's afternoon
Woooo! My writers block is nearly gone! Domo arigatou gozaimasu min'na! (I hope I said that right.)
R&R!
Started 6/7/03, 9:05AM Finished 6/8/03, 11:56AM