10 Years of Waiting
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 19 - My Dad of the Meikai!
Disclaimer - I don't own YYH, & never will. After all, I'm not Yoshihiro Togashi. Kurohi, Yamiryuinu, Shirokoori, & all the other original characters *I* & Kohaku Frost come up with are property of Beware of Mage & Tsuki Ryu Productions. Use our characters without permission & we will be pissed. One thing's for sure: I'm thankful for copy & paste! There's no WAY I'm going to rewrite this whole disclaimer over & over again!
************ Flashbacks beginning/end
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A fist rapped against the door. "Angel-samaaa~! You home?!"
A tired, FEMALE Botan sleepily opened the door. She yawned. "Hi, Kurohi."
He raised an eyebrow. "Hn. You actually got your old body back."
"I can change between genders," she corrected. "Angel's down for a nap. Can you come by later?"
The boy snorted. 'She acts as if I'm a five-year-old who wants to play.' "I wasn't planning on it. I just want my old clothes back," he replied, motioning his Youko tunic. "I really don't think I can run around Ningenkai like this."
"Oh! They're in the wash, come on in, then. It shouldn't be much longer." The oar-rider yawned again.
Kurohi sat himself on one of the non-charred chairs and flicked his tail out of the way. 'I think *someone* had a spastic fit,' he mentally commented, seeing a pile of splinters and ashes. 'Thank Kami-sama that she wasn't severely pissed, especially in baby form!'
He smelled something from the kitchen, and marched his way in. Botan was in there, grabbing an open bag of chocolates. She put one in her mouth and saw Kurohi in the doorway, looking at, not her, but the chocolate. She pulled some out and offered it to him.
The lad was there just as fast as Hiei. He took the chocolates, snickered, and popped more than one into his mouth.
Botan raised one slender eyebrow. "What IS it with you and chocolate?"
He swallowed the chocolate bits. "Whatcha mean?" He popped another one into his mouth and suckled on it, leaning against the counter.
"Do you get sugar rushes or something...?"
"Not often. I have to have a LOT of sugar in order to go hyper, but the rush is highly controllable. All it is is extra energy." He blinked. "Waitasecond! How much sugar's in these things?!?!" he demanded quickly.
"Um, a lot."
He blinked at the remaining melting chocolate in his hand and licked it clean, quickly stuffing each digit in his mouth one by one to retrieve any remaining melted chocolate. He growled as one of his small fangs nicked his finger, and he sucked the blood clean before he absently wiped it off the side of his tunic.
Botan was staring.
Kurohi blinked and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. I'm gonna check on your clothes, then meet me in the Reikai."
"Doshite? I just left there a bit ago."
"Koenma contacted me this afternoon..."
'Probably when I was on my way over here...'
"...and he said that there was some suspicious activity going on in outer- space that no human can detect."
"Except us," finished the boy.
"Yes. He suspects that whatever it is will show up in a few days, so there is time to prepare and rest up."
Kurohi frowned. "Shit, I just get back from hell and now we have a job coming up?!" His palm hit his forehead as he threw his head backward. "My, god! Is there no end to it all?!" he complained.
He felt a hand clamp over his mouth, and Botan hissed, "Angel-chan ga nemururu! Urusei yo!"
The half-god pried her hand away. "I KNOW Angel-sama's sleeping! You should NOT tell ME what to do!"
She snorted. "Anyway, you know those heavy rains we've been having? Well, it seems that in a few days, it will pick up again. We think this has something to do with..."
Blue eyes widened. "It has something to do with WHAT?! Tell me!"
"The Meikai."
A sideways gaze was awarded to the oar-rider. "...Netherworld?"
"How about this, we go to Koenma's and he and I'll explain things," the woman suggested.
Kurohi nodded. "Hai. Oh, and, Botan?"
"Hm?"
He smiled, despite the suspicious events beginning. "I'm glad we're on the same side."
She blinked. Where had that statement come from?
***
"We're here, Koenma-sama," uttered Botan, walking alongside the tailed boy.
"Hi, Koenma-koi!" he chirped. "Now, can you both please explain to me the Meikai?"
"My father defeated them long ago. The Meikai used to be parallel to the Makai, just like Reikai is to Ningenkai. However, when father defeated them, he thrust them into the confines of space. Those are only the basics of the story. However, the heavy rain thirteen days ago is not natural, and may be associated with Yakumo, King of the Meikai."
"Ya..kumo..." muttered Kurohi. He frowned slightly at the word.
"You know of him?"
"I don't think so," he replied to the god.
"Last I saw, he had three gods with him: Raiko, Nueki (A/N: Made-up name, since he doesn't have one, it seems.) and Majari."
Kurohi's eyes widened. "Wha... Ma..ja... Majari..." He paused, eyes huge. He unexpectedly slammed his hands onto the desk. "MAJARI?!?!"
If Koenma was expecting anything, he didn't expect his lover to go ballistic. This was certainly a first. He didn't know what to say, except, "What's wrong with a name?"
The boy blinked. "What do you mean?" He seemed a bit hopeful. "Majari's my dad, for crying out loud!"
"Your father is a criminal??"
The lad sighed and shrugged. "I don't know. I never met him in person, but mother told me a lot about him. After all, that would explain that I said my first words the day I was born. My first word was, "'Negai, my version of 'please,' at the time. And when I finally succeeded my exam, I realized that I could change... literally."
************
I saw the large, red dragon again. I turned to the elder.
"So, you think you can beat it THIS time?"
"I WILL beat it!" I clenched my fists for a moment and released my claws. The powerful paw came down and I flipped elegantly out of the way to one side. Another came at me, and I rolled, jumping back up at the last minute as the tail came downward. I leapt on its back, vaulted under it, and slashed it on the neck.
It growled as blood dribbled from the wound, splattering on my face. I had missed the jugular.
The face came near me and fire came at me. I dodged to one side - my left - and felt talons hit me in the side, knocking me all the way to the other side of the large room. I yelped as my body connected with the hard wall, and I grunted as I hit the floor. The dragon approached me, and I felt something tug at me. I felt pissed.
Severely pissed.
I sat up, and felt something cooler hit my back, spreading like silk and draping over my shoulders.
Hair...
BLUE hair.
"Nani.. WHOA!!" I jumped back and thrust my palm out. Flames shot from the flesh of my hand. The dragon growled at me and its eyes glowed.
I ceased my attack, landing daintily on the ground. I took this moment to feel myself out. My bodily structure hadn't changed, but my hair was long and blue. My skin was paler, and I took on a new armor.
The red dragon howled, sending violent rushes of energy at me. They flew from all around him and tore up the ground. They came up at me. I gazed at this attack, jumped sideways, out of the way, and sent it right back at him from my palm.
I was very surprised when the smoke cleared.
The dragon was dead.
The elder, old and wrinkled, frowned at me. "You actually beat the Dragon of the fires of Hell... As much as I hate to say it, you passed."
The elder limped to a compartment in the floor and lifted it. She pulled out a sword with a stone-colored dragon's head on the hilt. She held it near me by the sheath. "This is the Hell's Dragon Sword. If you can heal from a the fatal blow that I will deal to you, you are destined for this sword."
"Something tells me that girls don't get this sword."
"It can only be held by the handle by men. Now, take off the armor on your chest."
I frowned, but complied.
"Turn around."
Again, I complied, and heard a noise from my chest. I saw the now-jagged sword sticking out from me. A split second later, I felt a horrible pain in my chest and coughed blood. I staggered to my knees and glared at her and her bloodied, jagged blade. "Damn, you!" I spat. I winced when I moved. I couldn't take this too much longer.
Wait, was it just me, or...
"I thought you said it cannot be handled by women?!"
"I didn't touch the handle. I moved it telekinetically."
I growled. Something tickled my body and I looked at my hands. They slowly tanned to their normal color. The blood stopped gushing; the wound was gone. I glared at the woman.
She sheathed the sword and handed it to me by the covering. I drew it and swung it around experimentally. I cleansed the blade on my already bloody tunic and sheathed it again.
Next what I would have to face, would be the Ceremony of Parting.
After all, he was now, officially, banished.
************
"When I transform, I look a lot like Majari. Mother even told me about him. Why wouldn't I know about him?"
"What, now he has another form?" muttered Botan sarcastically.
His gaze flicked to the blue-haired oar-rider. "My only true alter form," Kurohi cut abruptly. "Anyway, Koenma-koi, how much time to we have?"
"Two days."
The boy nodded. Botan, seeing the meeting was over, took her leave back to Angel's place.
Kurohi continued his gazing at the toddler. "You almost done with that work?"
"You have a never-ceasing libido?" kindly retorted Koenma.
The blue-eyed one shrugged. "Sometimes."
"Like now?"
"I plan on taking a cold shower. I'm pretty drained from last time. Besides, I wanna come up with other ways before things get repetitive." He stood up and strode next to the god. He whispered seductively, "After all, we have an eternity of life remaining for us, and I want it to be the best damn eternity we've ever run into."
The teen smiled sexily (A/N: How could he do that with such a cute face?) as he took note of a shiver spiraling down his lover's spine.
"You tease," he chided gently.
"Oi, it's what I do."
"I know. Look, if you be a good puppy, I'll get this work done faster and we'll get some alone-time tonight."
Kurohi blinked at the mention of him being a puppy and sat down on the ground near the chair. He leaned his head against the headrest and felt a hand ruffle his spiky hair.
"You like that hairstyle, huh?"
"It's out of my face," he replied, rubbing the palm on his head with his soft spikes as his head meant to nuzzle against that warm hand.
"I like the rattail."
The seventeen-year-old sighed. "Honto ka?"
"Really. However, you look like rogue royalty with your hair up."
He snorted in reply, but made no other comment. He shifted to Youko form and twitched his red ear. Koenma stroked the furry triangle, hearing Kurohi sigh in reply.
The hand fled. "I really, *really* need to get back to work, koibito."
"Hnnnmm.." replied the demi-fox.
"I'll be done in a few minutes. We can do whatever you like then, okay?"
He frowned and twitched his ears. 'I feel like a needy pet fox. Then again, he DOES have a job to do.' His thoughts paused. 'I know! I take care of HIM tonight!'
Kurohi blinked his now green eyes once and waited for Koenma to finish working.
After a while, the stamping ceased and Kurohi looked up. Koenma hopped out of his seat and the kitsune stood up from his spot on the floor. "Done, koi?"
Koenma turned to his lover. "Yes." He transformed into his teen form. "Now, what did you have in mind earlier?" He reached up to toy with one of Kurohi's ears, inciting a deep purr from the man's chest.
"Aaaaaahh..." He stopped the hand. "Keep doing that, and I won't be able to stand up on my own." He leaned his head against the taller one's right shoulder, and his left ear folded up near the other's neck.
Walking down the hall and to the double-doors, Kurohi pulled them open and politely allowed Koenma to go in first. Then, he, too, followed.
End Day 19
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I decided to allow YYH TM: PR sequel into this fic. After all, it only lasts 3 nights and 2 days! (I think.)
Oh, and for any of the chapters that end before they seem to have ended (aka: omitted lemon scenes), I take a long time to write one, so I keep it out so I can fill it in when I get it done. I think I might have a separate place for them.
Just to clear anything up, Kurohi has only two "pure" transformations. Dragon and god form. Kurohi did not get many traits from his father.
Majari
Slanted blue eyes, blue hair.
Tokiai
Wide purple eyes, brown hair.
R&R!
Started 6/28/03, 1:45PM Finished 6/30/03, 10:13PM
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Day 19 - My Dad of the Meikai!
Disclaimer - I don't own YYH, & never will. After all, I'm not Yoshihiro Togashi. Kurohi, Yamiryuinu, Shirokoori, & all the other original characters *I* & Kohaku Frost come up with are property of Beware of Mage & Tsuki Ryu Productions. Use our characters without permission & we will be pissed. One thing's for sure: I'm thankful for copy & paste! There's no WAY I'm going to rewrite this whole disclaimer over & over again!
************ Flashbacks beginning/end
--------------------------------
A fist rapped against the door. "Angel-samaaa~! You home?!"
A tired, FEMALE Botan sleepily opened the door. She yawned. "Hi, Kurohi."
He raised an eyebrow. "Hn. You actually got your old body back."
"I can change between genders," she corrected. "Angel's down for a nap. Can you come by later?"
The boy snorted. 'She acts as if I'm a five-year-old who wants to play.' "I wasn't planning on it. I just want my old clothes back," he replied, motioning his Youko tunic. "I really don't think I can run around Ningenkai like this."
"Oh! They're in the wash, come on in, then. It shouldn't be much longer." The oar-rider yawned again.
Kurohi sat himself on one of the non-charred chairs and flicked his tail out of the way. 'I think *someone* had a spastic fit,' he mentally commented, seeing a pile of splinters and ashes. 'Thank Kami-sama that she wasn't severely pissed, especially in baby form!'
He smelled something from the kitchen, and marched his way in. Botan was in there, grabbing an open bag of chocolates. She put one in her mouth and saw Kurohi in the doorway, looking at, not her, but the chocolate. She pulled some out and offered it to him.
The lad was there just as fast as Hiei. He took the chocolates, snickered, and popped more than one into his mouth.
Botan raised one slender eyebrow. "What IS it with you and chocolate?"
He swallowed the chocolate bits. "Whatcha mean?" He popped another one into his mouth and suckled on it, leaning against the counter.
"Do you get sugar rushes or something...?"
"Not often. I have to have a LOT of sugar in order to go hyper, but the rush is highly controllable. All it is is extra energy." He blinked. "Waitasecond! How much sugar's in these things?!?!" he demanded quickly.
"Um, a lot."
He blinked at the remaining melting chocolate in his hand and licked it clean, quickly stuffing each digit in his mouth one by one to retrieve any remaining melted chocolate. He growled as one of his small fangs nicked his finger, and he sucked the blood clean before he absently wiped it off the side of his tunic.
Botan was staring.
Kurohi blinked and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. I'm gonna check on your clothes, then meet me in the Reikai."
"Doshite? I just left there a bit ago."
"Koenma contacted me this afternoon..."
'Probably when I was on my way over here...'
"...and he said that there was some suspicious activity going on in outer- space that no human can detect."
"Except us," finished the boy.
"Yes. He suspects that whatever it is will show up in a few days, so there is time to prepare and rest up."
Kurohi frowned. "Shit, I just get back from hell and now we have a job coming up?!" His palm hit his forehead as he threw his head backward. "My, god! Is there no end to it all?!" he complained.
He felt a hand clamp over his mouth, and Botan hissed, "Angel-chan ga nemururu! Urusei yo!"
The half-god pried her hand away. "I KNOW Angel-sama's sleeping! You should NOT tell ME what to do!"
She snorted. "Anyway, you know those heavy rains we've been having? Well, it seems that in a few days, it will pick up again. We think this has something to do with..."
Blue eyes widened. "It has something to do with WHAT?! Tell me!"
"The Meikai."
A sideways gaze was awarded to the oar-rider. "...Netherworld?"
"How about this, we go to Koenma's and he and I'll explain things," the woman suggested.
Kurohi nodded. "Hai. Oh, and, Botan?"
"Hm?"
He smiled, despite the suspicious events beginning. "I'm glad we're on the same side."
She blinked. Where had that statement come from?
***
"We're here, Koenma-sama," uttered Botan, walking alongside the tailed boy.
"Hi, Koenma-koi!" he chirped. "Now, can you both please explain to me the Meikai?"
"My father defeated them long ago. The Meikai used to be parallel to the Makai, just like Reikai is to Ningenkai. However, when father defeated them, he thrust them into the confines of space. Those are only the basics of the story. However, the heavy rain thirteen days ago is not natural, and may be associated with Yakumo, King of the Meikai."
"Ya..kumo..." muttered Kurohi. He frowned slightly at the word.
"You know of him?"
"I don't think so," he replied to the god.
"Last I saw, he had three gods with him: Raiko, Nueki (A/N: Made-up name, since he doesn't have one, it seems.) and Majari."
Kurohi's eyes widened. "Wha... Ma..ja... Majari..." He paused, eyes huge. He unexpectedly slammed his hands onto the desk. "MAJARI?!?!"
If Koenma was expecting anything, he didn't expect his lover to go ballistic. This was certainly a first. He didn't know what to say, except, "What's wrong with a name?"
The boy blinked. "What do you mean?" He seemed a bit hopeful. "Majari's my dad, for crying out loud!"
"Your father is a criminal??"
The lad sighed and shrugged. "I don't know. I never met him in person, but mother told me a lot about him. After all, that would explain that I said my first words the day I was born. My first word was, "'Negai, my version of 'please,' at the time. And when I finally succeeded my exam, I realized that I could change... literally."
************
I saw the large, red dragon again. I turned to the elder.
"So, you think you can beat it THIS time?"
"I WILL beat it!" I clenched my fists for a moment and released my claws. The powerful paw came down and I flipped elegantly out of the way to one side. Another came at me, and I rolled, jumping back up at the last minute as the tail came downward. I leapt on its back, vaulted under it, and slashed it on the neck.
It growled as blood dribbled from the wound, splattering on my face. I had missed the jugular.
The face came near me and fire came at me. I dodged to one side - my left - and felt talons hit me in the side, knocking me all the way to the other side of the large room. I yelped as my body connected with the hard wall, and I grunted as I hit the floor. The dragon approached me, and I felt something tug at me. I felt pissed.
Severely pissed.
I sat up, and felt something cooler hit my back, spreading like silk and draping over my shoulders.
Hair...
BLUE hair.
"Nani.. WHOA!!" I jumped back and thrust my palm out. Flames shot from the flesh of my hand. The dragon growled at me and its eyes glowed.
I ceased my attack, landing daintily on the ground. I took this moment to feel myself out. My bodily structure hadn't changed, but my hair was long and blue. My skin was paler, and I took on a new armor.
The red dragon howled, sending violent rushes of energy at me. They flew from all around him and tore up the ground. They came up at me. I gazed at this attack, jumped sideways, out of the way, and sent it right back at him from my palm.
I was very surprised when the smoke cleared.
The dragon was dead.
The elder, old and wrinkled, frowned at me. "You actually beat the Dragon of the fires of Hell... As much as I hate to say it, you passed."
The elder limped to a compartment in the floor and lifted it. She pulled out a sword with a stone-colored dragon's head on the hilt. She held it near me by the sheath. "This is the Hell's Dragon Sword. If you can heal from a the fatal blow that I will deal to you, you are destined for this sword."
"Something tells me that girls don't get this sword."
"It can only be held by the handle by men. Now, take off the armor on your chest."
I frowned, but complied.
"Turn around."
Again, I complied, and heard a noise from my chest. I saw the now-jagged sword sticking out from me. A split second later, I felt a horrible pain in my chest and coughed blood. I staggered to my knees and glared at her and her bloodied, jagged blade. "Damn, you!" I spat. I winced when I moved. I couldn't take this too much longer.
Wait, was it just me, or...
"I thought you said it cannot be handled by women?!"
"I didn't touch the handle. I moved it telekinetically."
I growled. Something tickled my body and I looked at my hands. They slowly tanned to their normal color. The blood stopped gushing; the wound was gone. I glared at the woman.
She sheathed the sword and handed it to me by the covering. I drew it and swung it around experimentally. I cleansed the blade on my already bloody tunic and sheathed it again.
Next what I would have to face, would be the Ceremony of Parting.
After all, he was now, officially, banished.
************
"When I transform, I look a lot like Majari. Mother even told me about him. Why wouldn't I know about him?"
"What, now he has another form?" muttered Botan sarcastically.
His gaze flicked to the blue-haired oar-rider. "My only true alter form," Kurohi cut abruptly. "Anyway, Koenma-koi, how much time to we have?"
"Two days."
The boy nodded. Botan, seeing the meeting was over, took her leave back to Angel's place.
Kurohi continued his gazing at the toddler. "You almost done with that work?"
"You have a never-ceasing libido?" kindly retorted Koenma.
The blue-eyed one shrugged. "Sometimes."
"Like now?"
"I plan on taking a cold shower. I'm pretty drained from last time. Besides, I wanna come up with other ways before things get repetitive." He stood up and strode next to the god. He whispered seductively, "After all, we have an eternity of life remaining for us, and I want it to be the best damn eternity we've ever run into."
The teen smiled sexily (A/N: How could he do that with such a cute face?) as he took note of a shiver spiraling down his lover's spine.
"You tease," he chided gently.
"Oi, it's what I do."
"I know. Look, if you be a good puppy, I'll get this work done faster and we'll get some alone-time tonight."
Kurohi blinked at the mention of him being a puppy and sat down on the ground near the chair. He leaned his head against the headrest and felt a hand ruffle his spiky hair.
"You like that hairstyle, huh?"
"It's out of my face," he replied, rubbing the palm on his head with his soft spikes as his head meant to nuzzle against that warm hand.
"I like the rattail."
The seventeen-year-old sighed. "Honto ka?"
"Really. However, you look like rogue royalty with your hair up."
He snorted in reply, but made no other comment. He shifted to Youko form and twitched his red ear. Koenma stroked the furry triangle, hearing Kurohi sigh in reply.
The hand fled. "I really, *really* need to get back to work, koibito."
"Hnnnmm.." replied the demi-fox.
"I'll be done in a few minutes. We can do whatever you like then, okay?"
He frowned and twitched his ears. 'I feel like a needy pet fox. Then again, he DOES have a job to do.' His thoughts paused. 'I know! I take care of HIM tonight!'
Kurohi blinked his now green eyes once and waited for Koenma to finish working.
After a while, the stamping ceased and Kurohi looked up. Koenma hopped out of his seat and the kitsune stood up from his spot on the floor. "Done, koi?"
Koenma turned to his lover. "Yes." He transformed into his teen form. "Now, what did you have in mind earlier?" He reached up to toy with one of Kurohi's ears, inciting a deep purr from the man's chest.
"Aaaaaahh..." He stopped the hand. "Keep doing that, and I won't be able to stand up on my own." He leaned his head against the taller one's right shoulder, and his left ear folded up near the other's neck.
Walking down the hall and to the double-doors, Kurohi pulled them open and politely allowed Koenma to go in first. Then, he, too, followed.
End Day 19
*********
I decided to allow YYH TM: PR sequel into this fic. After all, it only lasts 3 nights and 2 days! (I think.)
Oh, and for any of the chapters that end before they seem to have ended (aka: omitted lemon scenes), I take a long time to write one, so I keep it out so I can fill it in when I get it done. I think I might have a separate place for them.
Just to clear anything up, Kurohi has only two "pure" transformations. Dragon and god form. Kurohi did not get many traits from his father.
Majari
Slanted blue eyes, blue hair.
Tokiai
Wide purple eyes, brown hair.
R&R!
Started 6/28/03, 1:45PM Finished 6/30/03, 10:13PM