Yay! My first YYH fic! I was drawing pictured of the cast last night, and I
realized how I wanted to do a story for them. So, here it is! Love it!
No, I do not own YYH. Duh.
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Something didn't smell quite right to Hiei, something about the wind that evening made the hair on the back of his neck rise. He shifted to a half- crouch on the branch of his favorite tree and delicately sniffed the wind.
Ah, fire. He couldn't mistake that for anything else. But there was also burning resin, like living trees gave off when they died in flames. So obviously part of the forest was on fire. And something like burnt meat and hair, as well.
Hiei ignored the smells at first. He didn't find them as unpleasant as some would have, and they were nothing out of ordinary in the brutal and cruel Makai. Things like these happened on a regular basis.
The fire demon shifted his position again, so his keen ears could pick up a whisper of noise that floated on the wind. Angry voices; those were pretty common too. They were coming nearer.
Hiei flattened himself to the trunk of the tree and waited for the voices to pass near him. He didn't need to wait long. A massive mob of assorted demons surged beneath him, reeking strongly of sweat, char, and death. Granted, it was normal for most oni to smell that way, but something still seemed funny about them.
Hiei's sharp eyes picked out something the lead demon was carrying. It looked like a scalp....but it wasn't. It was too long, too luxurious to be hair from someone's head. Then he realized the truth. It was the pelt of a fox. But not a normal fox, it was the pelt of a youko's kitsune form.
Hiei growled at himself and rolled his eyes. It was STILL normal for a mob of stinky demons to have a youko pelt. He decided that he would get no sleep until he found the reason he was so agitated.
Nimbly he swung off through the trees in the direction the mob came from.
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Using his strong sense of hearing and smell, Hiei found the site of the raid easily enough. It was a small camp, staked against the base of a sheer granite cliff, consisting of maybe four or five tents.
He landed on the ground in the middle of the clearing, katana drawn and ready. Fire still crackled on several of the tent frames, and one could see with minimal difficulty the victims of the raid.
At least eight kitsune lay on the ground, dead and mutilated. Hiei, normally quite comfortable with the sight of dead things, shuddered in mild revulsion. He had been around sentimental ningen fools too long, is seemed. The carnage around him reminded him of Kurama, back at home in the ningen world.
The scene was still and silent as Hiei took it all in, carefully examining the surroundings. Wind whistled down the cliff face, making the remaining flames gutter and whip about. It threw sickening shadows on the forms of the youko lying at Hiei's feet...he looked down and winced.
Whatever the reason had been for the massacre, and Hiei thought he could name a few, the mob had been merciless in their murders. The golden youko before him had been slashed across the chest and face, and it was obvious that someone had delivered a crushing blow to the poor fool's ribs. Splinters of bone and gore littered the ground of the camp.
A piercing wail suddenly made Hiei turn around and trip over the corpse. Someone was still alive! Although, how that was possible, Hiei had no idea in hell. The mob looked as though they had been pretty thorough.
Carefully he poked his katana into a few bundles of clothing that had escaped the fire. Nothing. The last bundle though, shrieked again and flailed a tiny fist.
Wait.
Clothing usually doesn't have hands, even in the Makai.
Hiei sheathed his sword and squatted down next to the bundle, and carefully lifted a corner of the cloth. What he saw made him almost fall back on his arse in sheer surprise.
A tiny black youko stared up at him with confused and angry yellow eyes. It wailed again.
Hiei glared at the tiny form and gently, for him, smacked it on the muzzle. Gods, but he hated that sound.
The little youko looked up at him in surprise and childish fury, but at least it shut up. Hiei could see that there was another light bruise forming on the side of its head, probably placed there for the same reason.
Hiei stood up and made to leave, finished with his examination of the kit. Something tugged at the back of his mind, though, a feeling that, perhaps just this once, he should do something nice and help the kitsune.
The fire demon shoved the voice to the back of his mind and made to leave again, but another little voice began nagging at him.
"No!" Hiei shouted suddenly. "I will not play mother to some sniveling kit!"
The youko cocked his head to one side in confusion.
Hiei growled at the voice and glared at the youko. Maybe...maybe he could just dump it off at Yusuke's house. He'd probably know what to do with it...and this damned voice would shut up.
He heaved a heavy sigh and picked up the youko by the scruff. He held it up to his face and gave it a good, heavy glare.
"All right you, here's the deal."
The kit sniffed adorably.
"No, don't even try that!" Hiei shook it a bit and resumed staring. "I'm dropping you off at someone else's place, and that's that. So don't give me any trouble on the way there, or I'll have a new pair of socks, got it? Fox fur makes a damned toasty sock, you know." He knotted the long white scarf into a sling of sorts, and shoved the kit in.
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A pounding knock on the wall roused Genkai from what had been a deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes and felt around for a familiar ki.
Hiei?
What the hell was Hiei doing here at...she checked the clock. 3:58 in the morning?
She sighed heavily and promised herself that she could beat the crap out of him...if he didn't have a damn good excuse.
Grumpily she shoved the sliding door open and delivered a double-barreled glare at the fire demon, which he coldly brushed aside. Roughly he handed a rough bundle of cloth at her.
"I found him."
Genkai, puzzled, lifted the cloth away from the 'him' resting inside. When she saw what it was, she gasped and nearly dropped him.
"What are you doing, bringing more youko into the ningen world?" she hissed. "It's bad enough I have to worry about ordinary demons coming through, but this kitsune is the last thing I need, baka." She raised her gaze from the kit to Hiei and scowled all the fiercer.
He bristled at the insult, but managed to brush aside the words this time.
"Found him in a raided camp. I figured Urameshi or someone could take him..." Hiei trailed off.
Genkai grinned and looked down at the kitsune nestled in her arms. "And you realized just how you couldn't bear to leave him all alone in the dangerous, dog-eat-dog Makai, because you're such a kind and generous soul."
In one swift moment Hiei had disappeared into the trees around Genkai's temple. The night resumed it's peaceful cacophony of crickets and June bugs.
Genkai had just turned to go inside when Hiei reappeared on a branch behind her.
"His name is Kanosei mo Hitotsu," Hiei called. "And I've never seen a dog eating another dog, even in the Makai." Then he disappeared back into the trees.
Genkai stared at the little kit, now asleep in the folded white scarf. "What did you do to deserve such a name?" she mused idly. "We'll shorten it for you. You're far too young to go around calling yourself 'Kanosei mo Hitotsu.'"
She smiled and looked into the trees one last time before going back inside.
"I wonder who exactly is getting 'another chance.'"
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'Kanosei mo Hitotsu' means 'Another chance,' just to let y'all know.
So! What did everyone think of it? Please let me know what you think of it! Obviously, this isn't my first story, but I really want to know how my first Yu Yu Hakusho fic turned out. If anyone is OOC, let me know, and I'll fix it for the next chapter. But do it nicely, or you can just go take a long walk off a short pier.
Thanx y'all! Bye for now!
No, I do not own YYH. Duh.
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Something didn't smell quite right to Hiei, something about the wind that evening made the hair on the back of his neck rise. He shifted to a half- crouch on the branch of his favorite tree and delicately sniffed the wind.
Ah, fire. He couldn't mistake that for anything else. But there was also burning resin, like living trees gave off when they died in flames. So obviously part of the forest was on fire. And something like burnt meat and hair, as well.
Hiei ignored the smells at first. He didn't find them as unpleasant as some would have, and they were nothing out of ordinary in the brutal and cruel Makai. Things like these happened on a regular basis.
The fire demon shifted his position again, so his keen ears could pick up a whisper of noise that floated on the wind. Angry voices; those were pretty common too. They were coming nearer.
Hiei flattened himself to the trunk of the tree and waited for the voices to pass near him. He didn't need to wait long. A massive mob of assorted demons surged beneath him, reeking strongly of sweat, char, and death. Granted, it was normal for most oni to smell that way, but something still seemed funny about them.
Hiei's sharp eyes picked out something the lead demon was carrying. It looked like a scalp....but it wasn't. It was too long, too luxurious to be hair from someone's head. Then he realized the truth. It was the pelt of a fox. But not a normal fox, it was the pelt of a youko's kitsune form.
Hiei growled at himself and rolled his eyes. It was STILL normal for a mob of stinky demons to have a youko pelt. He decided that he would get no sleep until he found the reason he was so agitated.
Nimbly he swung off through the trees in the direction the mob came from.
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Using his strong sense of hearing and smell, Hiei found the site of the raid easily enough. It was a small camp, staked against the base of a sheer granite cliff, consisting of maybe four or five tents.
He landed on the ground in the middle of the clearing, katana drawn and ready. Fire still crackled on several of the tent frames, and one could see with minimal difficulty the victims of the raid.
At least eight kitsune lay on the ground, dead and mutilated. Hiei, normally quite comfortable with the sight of dead things, shuddered in mild revulsion. He had been around sentimental ningen fools too long, is seemed. The carnage around him reminded him of Kurama, back at home in the ningen world.
The scene was still and silent as Hiei took it all in, carefully examining the surroundings. Wind whistled down the cliff face, making the remaining flames gutter and whip about. It threw sickening shadows on the forms of the youko lying at Hiei's feet...he looked down and winced.
Whatever the reason had been for the massacre, and Hiei thought he could name a few, the mob had been merciless in their murders. The golden youko before him had been slashed across the chest and face, and it was obvious that someone had delivered a crushing blow to the poor fool's ribs. Splinters of bone and gore littered the ground of the camp.
A piercing wail suddenly made Hiei turn around and trip over the corpse. Someone was still alive! Although, how that was possible, Hiei had no idea in hell. The mob looked as though they had been pretty thorough.
Carefully he poked his katana into a few bundles of clothing that had escaped the fire. Nothing. The last bundle though, shrieked again and flailed a tiny fist.
Wait.
Clothing usually doesn't have hands, even in the Makai.
Hiei sheathed his sword and squatted down next to the bundle, and carefully lifted a corner of the cloth. What he saw made him almost fall back on his arse in sheer surprise.
A tiny black youko stared up at him with confused and angry yellow eyes. It wailed again.
Hiei glared at the tiny form and gently, for him, smacked it on the muzzle. Gods, but he hated that sound.
The little youko looked up at him in surprise and childish fury, but at least it shut up. Hiei could see that there was another light bruise forming on the side of its head, probably placed there for the same reason.
Hiei stood up and made to leave, finished with his examination of the kit. Something tugged at the back of his mind, though, a feeling that, perhaps just this once, he should do something nice and help the kitsune.
The fire demon shoved the voice to the back of his mind and made to leave again, but another little voice began nagging at him.
"No!" Hiei shouted suddenly. "I will not play mother to some sniveling kit!"
The youko cocked his head to one side in confusion.
Hiei growled at the voice and glared at the youko. Maybe...maybe he could just dump it off at Yusuke's house. He'd probably know what to do with it...and this damned voice would shut up.
He heaved a heavy sigh and picked up the youko by the scruff. He held it up to his face and gave it a good, heavy glare.
"All right you, here's the deal."
The kit sniffed adorably.
"No, don't even try that!" Hiei shook it a bit and resumed staring. "I'm dropping you off at someone else's place, and that's that. So don't give me any trouble on the way there, or I'll have a new pair of socks, got it? Fox fur makes a damned toasty sock, you know." He knotted the long white scarf into a sling of sorts, and shoved the kit in.
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A pounding knock on the wall roused Genkai from what had been a deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes and felt around for a familiar ki.
Hiei?
What the hell was Hiei doing here at...she checked the clock. 3:58 in the morning?
She sighed heavily and promised herself that she could beat the crap out of him...if he didn't have a damn good excuse.
Grumpily she shoved the sliding door open and delivered a double-barreled glare at the fire demon, which he coldly brushed aside. Roughly he handed a rough bundle of cloth at her.
"I found him."
Genkai, puzzled, lifted the cloth away from the 'him' resting inside. When she saw what it was, she gasped and nearly dropped him.
"What are you doing, bringing more youko into the ningen world?" she hissed. "It's bad enough I have to worry about ordinary demons coming through, but this kitsune is the last thing I need, baka." She raised her gaze from the kit to Hiei and scowled all the fiercer.
He bristled at the insult, but managed to brush aside the words this time.
"Found him in a raided camp. I figured Urameshi or someone could take him..." Hiei trailed off.
Genkai grinned and looked down at the kitsune nestled in her arms. "And you realized just how you couldn't bear to leave him all alone in the dangerous, dog-eat-dog Makai, because you're such a kind and generous soul."
In one swift moment Hiei had disappeared into the trees around Genkai's temple. The night resumed it's peaceful cacophony of crickets and June bugs.
Genkai had just turned to go inside when Hiei reappeared on a branch behind her.
"His name is Kanosei mo Hitotsu," Hiei called. "And I've never seen a dog eating another dog, even in the Makai." Then he disappeared back into the trees.
Genkai stared at the little kit, now asleep in the folded white scarf. "What did you do to deserve such a name?" she mused idly. "We'll shorten it for you. You're far too young to go around calling yourself 'Kanosei mo Hitotsu.'"
She smiled and looked into the trees one last time before going back inside.
"I wonder who exactly is getting 'another chance.'"
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'Kanosei mo Hitotsu' means 'Another chance,' just to let y'all know.
So! What did everyone think of it? Please let me know what you think of it! Obviously, this isn't my first story, but I really want to know how my first Yu Yu Hakusho fic turned out. If anyone is OOC, let me know, and I'll fix it for the next chapter. But do it nicely, or you can just go take a long walk off a short pier.
Thanx y'all! Bye for now!