10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 17b - Youko Kurohi
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.
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The rush of air pushed against his hair and body as the ground swiftly, eagerly, came to meet him. His tail lashed behind him in the great wind, and suddenly, the wind became a breeze.
He was perched on a gray mass. His eyes widened. "Baldak!"
"Remember, no can fly?"
He nodded once. "I know I can't fly... but I wasn't falling, either," he replied enigmatically.
"Ground hit you in face, then!"
"I don't need saving! I'm old enough to take care of myself! I will survive!" Kurohi jumped again and landed safely one-story down. He dashed across the land with blinding speed.
He came to a clearing. "Shirokoori, you coward! Come on out peacefully, and MAYBE the court of Reikai will be nice to you!"
//Me? Show myself? You'll have to come and find me!//
"COWARD! FIGHT me at least!"
An undetected mist surrounded the area. Within it stood his half-brother. His leathery, dark wings were spread out, and he looked exhausted. Parts of his clothing was ripped, and around one hand, he held a dark fire.
"The 'Death Flame'...! How did you manage to get it?!"
He pointed a finger at his brother. "You, baka."
The male stepped back. "M-me..? H-how?"
"You forget that all your experiences create a flame that can be removed from the body? Because of everything that happened to you, you created a flame of darkness. It still resides inside you, but it is very weak now... because I hold it here in my right hand! With it, I shall kill you!"
He lunged and aimed a punch to the other's face. It was easily blocked and countered with a swift hook to the enemy's chin. Kurohi followed up with a kick that connected with the underside, and it stretched up, knocking the other off-balance.
With a shriek of anger, Kurohi decked his brother again.
Shirokoori growled and wiped the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, but that action was cut extremely short when the ground said "hello" to his face. He crouched up and rubbed his ass. "THAT was uncalled for!"
His vision nearly cleared before he was sent flying into a tree by a swift kick to his side. He heard his own body giving in, and he fell to the ground.
"You know it is NOT a crime for a Spirit Detective to kill the criminal, right? Give up immediately, and I'll let you live."
The other man crawled to a sitting position. He looked up, icy eyes fear- filled. He cursed and let his head droop in submission.
"Hand over the Death Flame."
The hand came up, and grasped the other's arm. Kurohi let out a shriek and buckled under an unseen pain. "W-w-what are.. you doing?!!"
The elder brother smirked. "Killing you. Good night.. for good."
"IYA!!" Kurohi bit into his brother's arm, small fangs going straight to the bone. His brother had the desired effect. He unintentionally released the other one.
On all fours, like a wild demon, Kurohi chuckled. "You know I now have Youko in me, right?"
Suddenly, Shirokoori wasn't too thrilled.
Focusing gently, he felt his ears crawl up the sides of his head. His brown hair lightened to a vibrant red, and his tail lost its stripes. It, too, became red. His hair, limp until now, grew just past his shoulder blades, spiked slightly in the back, and took vibrant gold highlights into itself. His features were no longer childish, but reflected the youth of the youko himself. His large eyes paled and shrunk to narrow-almond shapes. Within them, green orbs burst forth. His bangs grew until they touched the ends of his chin and his side locks became long enough to join the mass of hair behind him.
His clothing changed into a black tunic with a red sash. The tunic left his shoulders bare, and one could see the dragon tattoo still there.
Pulling a rose from his hair, he held it close to his face. He channeled his youki into it, and cried, "Rose Whip!"
The petals fluttered away, scenting the area. The stem elongated and grew more thorns along its green length. The youko's eyes were half-veiled behind still long lashes. The look was enthralling.
"For trying to kill me," he purred. "mercy is not an option. Good-bye..." He lunged, that strange, sexy look still in his eyes. That look burned with a quiet rage. "Kagon-retsuzanshi!!"
The whip flurried in many directions, and the look in the Youko's eyes was the last thing he saw.
His brother slumped to the ground, unconscious. Kurohi chuckled in his deepened voice. "I'm just kidding. I just wanted to scare you. After all, half of you is my own flesh and blood, half-brother." The Rose Whip became a rose and he hid it in his fiery red mane.
"Kurohi! Kurohi!!"
The part Youko creature turned around at the sound of his name. He hoisted his half-brother up on one shoulder and proceeded to follow the call. Koenma, in toddler form, was the first thing he saw.
"Kuro-" His gold eyes blinked in disbelief. "You're not Kurohi... are you?"
Kurohi smiled, but it seemed sensual, slow. "Hai. It's me all right. Yusuke!" He offered the burden to the other man, who hoisted the demon over one shoulder.
"I'm surprised you didn't kill him."
"I don't want to be a murderer. I'm better than he is. He is only unconscious."
"You look like... me, Kurohi..."
He grinned. "Oi, I *DID* say I was part Youko! Gimme some credit, will ya? Ah? Angel?" He blinked his green eyes twice. "Ah... hehe.. Look, guys.."
"You were CRAZY back there!! You coulda killed him!"
"It's not MY fault I wanted revenge! He hurt my koibito!"
"Well, if you hadn't been so bent up on REVENGE, maybe things would've turned out better!!"
"Then YOU try next time!"
"Fine! I will!"
"Your diaper stinks!"
"So does yours!!"
"I'm not WEARING one!"
Angel was clothed in her robes... but they were waaay too big for her. One small, slightly chubby fist shook in the air as she squabbled with the toddler form of Koenma.
Koenma, while throwing out retorts at the chibi-fied Dark Lady, bit down hard on his blue binky before tossing her the raspberry.
"Anyway! HIEI!!"
Hiei frowned down at her youngest form. "What?"
"I need a... diaper change."
"You can't order me around, y'know. Get someone else," replied the Jaganshi boredly. For once, he was horrified that he was taller than the chibi.
"I'll do it!" chimed Botan.
"You're FIRED Hiei!" shouted the child.
Hiei shrugged, "Okay," and went to cuddle up a little with Kurama.
"You're not supposed ta say 'Okay'!! You're supposed to come crawlin' back and beggin' to stay in my service!!!! HI-------EI-------!!!"
Botan scooped up the Dark Lady, grinning like an idiot, and pranced off somewhere else to change the diaper.
Kurohi frowned slightly, and, still Youko, hoisted the god into his arms with a sigh. "I don't know about you, but I've had enough for one day, ne Koenma-chan?" He tiredly nuzzled his nose against the juncture connecting the god's upper neck and chin, right against the pulse.
Koenma sighed and nestled himself more firmly against his lover's chest. "Yeah... I'm just glad you're okay."
Kurohi reverted to his normal demon form and plopped down gently on the grass. His black-striped tail came forth and wrapped around them both, the end of the tail stopping just below the small of his own back. He dosed lightly, the pains and fatigue of the earlier day catching up to him.
Unknown to him, Botan and Angel reemerged from elsewhere. Botan was skipping and Angel was grinning smugly. The former person held up an herb in his free hand. "A cure to my curse! Angel, will it allow me to shift forms?"
Chibi Angel nodded once. "When used right, yes."
Botan grinned. "YAAAAAAY!"
This outburst awoke the lightly sleeping Kurohi. He growled something that sounded a lot like, "Go fuck yer spoon, Botan..." before he fell back, sleeping quite soundly.
End Day 17
OMG! I finished it in one day!! Um, now I really don't have a huge clue what to do next...
I was trying hard not to crack up while I typed out that Koenma/Angel bickering match. I had an audience watching TV out here in the living room. ^_^" Anyway, I'm also doing a picture of Kurohi in his Youko form. Wanna see? I should be done by tomorrow morning or sometime tonight!
R&R!
Started 6/6/03, 12:54PM Finished 6/8/03, 9:21PM
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 17b - Youko Kurohi
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.
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The rush of air pushed against his hair and body as the ground swiftly, eagerly, came to meet him. His tail lashed behind him in the great wind, and suddenly, the wind became a breeze.
He was perched on a gray mass. His eyes widened. "Baldak!"
"Remember, no can fly?"
He nodded once. "I know I can't fly... but I wasn't falling, either," he replied enigmatically.
"Ground hit you in face, then!"
"I don't need saving! I'm old enough to take care of myself! I will survive!" Kurohi jumped again and landed safely one-story down. He dashed across the land with blinding speed.
He came to a clearing. "Shirokoori, you coward! Come on out peacefully, and MAYBE the court of Reikai will be nice to you!"
//Me? Show myself? You'll have to come and find me!//
"COWARD! FIGHT me at least!"
An undetected mist surrounded the area. Within it stood his half-brother. His leathery, dark wings were spread out, and he looked exhausted. Parts of his clothing was ripped, and around one hand, he held a dark fire.
"The 'Death Flame'...! How did you manage to get it?!"
He pointed a finger at his brother. "You, baka."
The male stepped back. "M-me..? H-how?"
"You forget that all your experiences create a flame that can be removed from the body? Because of everything that happened to you, you created a flame of darkness. It still resides inside you, but it is very weak now... because I hold it here in my right hand! With it, I shall kill you!"
He lunged and aimed a punch to the other's face. It was easily blocked and countered with a swift hook to the enemy's chin. Kurohi followed up with a kick that connected with the underside, and it stretched up, knocking the other off-balance.
With a shriek of anger, Kurohi decked his brother again.
Shirokoori growled and wiped the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, but that action was cut extremely short when the ground said "hello" to his face. He crouched up and rubbed his ass. "THAT was uncalled for!"
His vision nearly cleared before he was sent flying into a tree by a swift kick to his side. He heard his own body giving in, and he fell to the ground.
"You know it is NOT a crime for a Spirit Detective to kill the criminal, right? Give up immediately, and I'll let you live."
The other man crawled to a sitting position. He looked up, icy eyes fear- filled. He cursed and let his head droop in submission.
"Hand over the Death Flame."
The hand came up, and grasped the other's arm. Kurohi let out a shriek and buckled under an unseen pain. "W-w-what are.. you doing?!!"
The elder brother smirked. "Killing you. Good night.. for good."
"IYA!!" Kurohi bit into his brother's arm, small fangs going straight to the bone. His brother had the desired effect. He unintentionally released the other one.
On all fours, like a wild demon, Kurohi chuckled. "You know I now have Youko in me, right?"
Suddenly, Shirokoori wasn't too thrilled.
Focusing gently, he felt his ears crawl up the sides of his head. His brown hair lightened to a vibrant red, and his tail lost its stripes. It, too, became red. His hair, limp until now, grew just past his shoulder blades, spiked slightly in the back, and took vibrant gold highlights into itself. His features were no longer childish, but reflected the youth of the youko himself. His large eyes paled and shrunk to narrow-almond shapes. Within them, green orbs burst forth. His bangs grew until they touched the ends of his chin and his side locks became long enough to join the mass of hair behind him.
His clothing changed into a black tunic with a red sash. The tunic left his shoulders bare, and one could see the dragon tattoo still there.
Pulling a rose from his hair, he held it close to his face. He channeled his youki into it, and cried, "Rose Whip!"
The petals fluttered away, scenting the area. The stem elongated and grew more thorns along its green length. The youko's eyes were half-veiled behind still long lashes. The look was enthralling.
"For trying to kill me," he purred. "mercy is not an option. Good-bye..." He lunged, that strange, sexy look still in his eyes. That look burned with a quiet rage. "Kagon-retsuzanshi!!"
The whip flurried in many directions, and the look in the Youko's eyes was the last thing he saw.
His brother slumped to the ground, unconscious. Kurohi chuckled in his deepened voice. "I'm just kidding. I just wanted to scare you. After all, half of you is my own flesh and blood, half-brother." The Rose Whip became a rose and he hid it in his fiery red mane.
"Kurohi! Kurohi!!"
The part Youko creature turned around at the sound of his name. He hoisted his half-brother up on one shoulder and proceeded to follow the call. Koenma, in toddler form, was the first thing he saw.
"Kuro-" His gold eyes blinked in disbelief. "You're not Kurohi... are you?"
Kurohi smiled, but it seemed sensual, slow. "Hai. It's me all right. Yusuke!" He offered the burden to the other man, who hoisted the demon over one shoulder.
"I'm surprised you didn't kill him."
"I don't want to be a murderer. I'm better than he is. He is only unconscious."
"You look like... me, Kurohi..."
He grinned. "Oi, I *DID* say I was part Youko! Gimme some credit, will ya? Ah? Angel?" He blinked his green eyes twice. "Ah... hehe.. Look, guys.."
"You were CRAZY back there!! You coulda killed him!"
"It's not MY fault I wanted revenge! He hurt my koibito!"
"Well, if you hadn't been so bent up on REVENGE, maybe things would've turned out better!!"
"Then YOU try next time!"
"Fine! I will!"
"Your diaper stinks!"
"So does yours!!"
"I'm not WEARING one!"
Angel was clothed in her robes... but they were waaay too big for her. One small, slightly chubby fist shook in the air as she squabbled with the toddler form of Koenma.
Koenma, while throwing out retorts at the chibi-fied Dark Lady, bit down hard on his blue binky before tossing her the raspberry.
"Anyway! HIEI!!"
Hiei frowned down at her youngest form. "What?"
"I need a... diaper change."
"You can't order me around, y'know. Get someone else," replied the Jaganshi boredly. For once, he was horrified that he was taller than the chibi.
"I'll do it!" chimed Botan.
"You're FIRED Hiei!" shouted the child.
Hiei shrugged, "Okay," and went to cuddle up a little with Kurama.
"You're not supposed ta say 'Okay'!! You're supposed to come crawlin' back and beggin' to stay in my service!!!! HI-------EI-------!!!"
Botan scooped up the Dark Lady, grinning like an idiot, and pranced off somewhere else to change the diaper.
Kurohi frowned slightly, and, still Youko, hoisted the god into his arms with a sigh. "I don't know about you, but I've had enough for one day, ne Koenma-chan?" He tiredly nuzzled his nose against the juncture connecting the god's upper neck and chin, right against the pulse.
Koenma sighed and nestled himself more firmly against his lover's chest. "Yeah... I'm just glad you're okay."
Kurohi reverted to his normal demon form and plopped down gently on the grass. His black-striped tail came forth and wrapped around them both, the end of the tail stopping just below the small of his own back. He dosed lightly, the pains and fatigue of the earlier day catching up to him.
Unknown to him, Botan and Angel reemerged from elsewhere. Botan was skipping and Angel was grinning smugly. The former person held up an herb in his free hand. "A cure to my curse! Angel, will it allow me to shift forms?"
Chibi Angel nodded once. "When used right, yes."
Botan grinned. "YAAAAAAY!"
This outburst awoke the lightly sleeping Kurohi. He growled something that sounded a lot like, "Go fuck yer spoon, Botan..." before he fell back, sleeping quite soundly.
End Day 17
OMG! I finished it in one day!! Um, now I really don't have a huge clue what to do next...
I was trying hard not to crack up while I typed out that Koenma/Angel bickering match. I had an audience watching TV out here in the living room. ^_^" Anyway, I'm also doing a picture of Kurohi in his Youko form. Wanna see? I should be done by tomorrow morning or sometime tonight!
R&R!
Started 6/6/03, 12:54PM Finished 6/8/03, 9:21PM