Prolouge: Kuri is a spirit detective. . . Or she was. Half a year has passed since her entire world collapsed and everything she'd fought to protect betrayed her. Now her partner and best friend is dead, her mentor, whom held much of her trust, has betrayed her and she refuses to speak of what caused the underlying flow that lead to the downfall of three rentai dake. What can be done to gain her trust? Only one knows that, and he's dead. (A pre/after Chapter Black story)

Disclamier: Why do we do these? I mean, this is so it should be obvious. . . Oh well, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but Itsun and Kuri are mine. Steal and you will die a horrible painful death.

Kitsune: This is very sad and does not end happy, so don't read if you're in a bad mood. It won't help. But, it is a very good story. Flashbacks will be in italics and thoughts in bold. Now I'm going to start the story. Remember, this is the Prolouge. I won't have either in this one since I'm staying in my POV, but I wanted to warn you ahead of time.

Softer and quieter than the breeze she rode down the shore, eyes following the break between water and land. The two were as different as good and evil, yet they two blended together at a point where the right was wrong and the wrong right. Kuri had never crossed the line, until just a few months ago. The memories flashed by, unstoppable as everything, the sand where he had stepped, the waves he'd growled at, the horse he had loved to scare while she was riding, reminded her of what had been lost. There she saw his footprints, thought she heard him growl, and the horse nickered, rising up and throwing her off its back. For along time she just laid where she had fallen, unwilling to move from the place. Everywhere she looked she was reminded that what was lost cannot always be returned. Every glance made her remember another conversation or argument, trivial at the time, but now so very important. How had she, one who had fought off the darkness, somehow succumbed to this . . . depression? It was simple, obvious. Itsun was dead. That recurring thought dominated her life, had for half a year . . . half a year of misery. . .
The pigeon came to roust on Kuri's shoulder, cooing in the rhythm she had not heard in so long. Not since the time the fox had been with her, eyes dancing at the prospect of another mission. At that time she had laughed, reveling in happiness for her life. Never again. Now it seemed distant, separated by more than time. It was separated by grief. Suddenly and unexpectedly the pigeon quit her shoulder and rose into the air once more, forever calling in the rhythm. It didn't even know that anything was wrong, couldn't know how it had ruined her life just then. What could Koenma want from her? Hadn't she lost enough on the last mission to make him leave her alone?
Kuri stood in Koenma's office, silent as ever, with four boys staring at her. To her surprise, Botan was there too. She didn't really care, but she owed Botan the courtesy of acknowledging her presence, so she nodded and turned away. She'd been flooded with memories the moment she'd approached the door. How she and Itsun had planned an attack on a demon strong-hold in the human world with Koenma staring at them both as the conversation grew more violent, the two seemed to grow happier. The training they'd endured for two years. How they'd fought, day after day for six years as a spirit detective, all for nothing but to lose everything to the one they trusted more than any other. That one hurt more than the others, how could her mentor have killed him? How? That question was always there, haunting her like a ghost.
It was Yusuke that got mad and started yelling. Something about how she shouldn't interrupt Koenma, especially when he was debriefing the spirit detectives. Botan tried to interrupt him, and was ignored; eventually he glared at Kuri and asked if she was going to say anything. She simply shook her head in the sign for no, I don't. That seemed to make him madder and he attacked, using only fists. It was pretty clear that he wasn't really mad at her, just taking it out on her. Though he did try, Yusuke couldn't hit Kuri, a fact that pissed him off more. After all, he was a spirit detective. . . If only a beginner in Kuri's opinion. Finally, she didn't dodge his blow, instead she caught his wrist, surprising him quite a bit, but making him more angry than surprised. Now she had something to say, for the first time in sixth months.

"While your strength is great, you lack strategy, probably get hurt quite a bit in a fight before it's over. You're unsure of where your power lies, so you just attack with all you have, wasting time and energy. Also, you don't know how to balance yourself well enough for a quick fight. This has probably made many battles difficult for you since it's often like a turtle trying to escape a crocodile. Your potential may be great but your training is inadequate, you lack an understanding of the world and haven't a clue as to the ways a demon thinks. All in all, I've never seen such a weak spirit detective. It's sad, that such a rookie is considered the one of the most feared fighters in all three worlds." It was the only time the group would hear Kuri's voice for six months, no matter how hard they tried to get her to talk. Koenma cleared his throat, hoping to get the attention back on the papers at his desk. He failed; after all, a weak looking fourteen year old girl had just called Yusuke Uramashi a rookie.

Rentai Spirit

Dake Detective

Tentai (not yet used, but will be) Detective Work

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