Disclaimer: If I owned anyone from YYH, I'd be taking over the world.
Underlying Tragedy: I rated this R for a reason. I'm just not sure what that reason is yet. But I'll think of something (ideas anyone? I'm open to suggestions, actually, it'd be nice to just know I have fans at this point ;;)
Hiei: …Hn.
Kurama: Please review
Underlying Tragedy: Right… I didn't really want to do that to Karasu, but what would you have done? …Don't answer that. Really, I – oh never mind. Just read and review.
Kay landed on her butt with a soft "thud" in what looked to be an office of some sort. 'Ow,' She thought, then realized that was quite invigorating, "WHOO! Yeah!" She punched the air, "Who's up for round two!" Noting the odd looks everyone gave her, she cleared her throat and stood up, keeping her eyes on the floor. 'I need to learn to shut up.' Kay waited for Hiei's voice to say something like "Yes you do," or "Baka", whatever that meant, but it never came. 'Oh wow, did he actually listen to me and stay out of my head?' She glanced over at Melissa who looked slightly dazed and was holding onto Youko's shirt still. Kay rolled her eyes, "Lissa, grow a backbone. He won't always be there for you to hold on to."
"Which one of you is the ice demon?" A voice said. "'Eh?" Kay said, looking around, "Who said that?" Yusuke started snickering, "Gee, Koenma, don't you think you should change forms so she can see you over your paperwork?" 'Hm?' Kay looked at the desk in front of them, noticing for the first time there was a toddler there with the letters "JR" on his giant hat. "You." He said "AH! DEMON CHILD!" Kay shouted. This made Yusuke laugh so hard he was on the floor. "EEP!" Melissa hid behind a chuckling Youko.
The baby looked angry. "QUIET!" It yelled. Kay and Melissa both looked at the baby, but Kay was staring at the pacifier in his mouth; 'how does he talk with that in?' She blinked as she realized Koenma was glaring at her. "You froze Kuwabara?" "No." Kay answered quickly, stepping in front of the frozen statue lying on the ground. '…Damn compulsive lying.' "Relax, knowing Kuwabara he probably deserved it." 'Pacifier... Pacifier…What?' "He's always like that?" "Sadly, yes. Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so I'll have Youko explain everything to Melissa since she seems…Ahem, comfortable around him," Kay glared at Youko, "And I'll explain everything to you, Kay." Koenma finished.
"Wait, NOW you know my name?" "…Yes." Koenma side-glanced at Hiei. 'Ah, it pays to keep a telepath around.' "Youko, if you would please take Melissa and explain things to her," Koenma motioned to the door, "WHOA! Hold it, I don't want that oversized pimp with her alone." Kay said sternly. "Relax," Youko cooed in her ear, making her shudder, "I'm just going to explain what's been going on." Kay stared at Youko, trying to pick up on any deception, but sadly couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Like I said before, you hurt her, you die." "Lovely!" Youko clapped his hands together and took Melissa by the arm out the door. "Bye Kay, see ya later, I guess." Called Melissa as she was whooshed out the door.
"Yeah, I'll be going too, I'll just lug Kuwabara's icy butt out of here for ya," Yusuke said, gabbing Kuwabara and dragging him out the door. That left Kay, Hiei, and Koenma. Kay and Koenma stared at Hiei, "Hn. It's not like I'm waiting around for anything." And in a black blur, he was gone. "Please, sit." Koenma said, motioning to the chair in front of the desk. Kay sat down slowly, still hurting from her fight with Karasu. Koenma just seemed to notice her wound, "Where did you get that!" he asked, alarmed. "Calm down, I'm not going to die." "You didn't answer my question." He said; slightly annoyed, "Karasu. He thought it'd be best for me if I were attacked. Though really, I kind of owe him for it – I wouldn't have figured out anything if it wasn't for him." She said with a smirk. "Karasu attacked you?" "…Yes, that's what I just said." Kay answered dully. "…And you're alive?" "Last time I checked, yeah." Koenma paused for a moment, "… Alright." He said in a slight daze.
"What do you know already?" The tiny ruler asked her, "Um, I'm some kind of ice demon and that Melissa's a fire and cat demon." Kay answered, "…That's pretty much it." "I see. Well, I'll just tell you what I know then." He said, clearing his throat. "From what we know, your father was a Class A demon named Dante-" "Class A?" Kay interrupted, then realized she was probably adopted. Which wasn't too big of a shock, she was nothing like her parents.
Koenma made a face, "Yes, Class A is the strongest type of demon, second only to class S." 'S? Super? Superior? Supreme? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?' Caitlin ran things that started with S through her head,' "Now if you'll please let me continue," He snapped, "He was a class A demon named Dante," He continued, 'was? Kay thought, 'He's dead?' He was half ice, half-wind demon. Your mother's name was Cira, a full ice demon, also class A." "Wait," Kay interrupted again," So you're saying I'm adopted?" "Yes." "Okay, that's easy enough to accept - and would also explain a lot, but I know I'm related to my brother and sister." She looked practically identical to her siblings, and there was no way this child would be able to convince her they were from separate gene pools.
"Would you let me finish?" Koenma raised his voice. "Yeah, yeah…" Kay leaned back in the chair. "Now, holding that to be true, you're 3/4 ice demon, and 1/4 wind demon." Kay gave him a look, 'I'm bad at math, but I'm not that bad,' She thought bitterly. Koenma looked relieved that she hadn't interrupted, and continued, "You are, in fact related to your siblings, yes. They are also full demons, but unlike you, haven't showed any signs of demon powers. As for your powers, well you already seem to have gotten the hang of them, or at least the basics."
Just then, an ogre burst into the room with a stack of paperwork. Wait – an ogre? 'What?' Kay had a curious look on her face as Koenma screamed "NOT NOW GEORGE!" The ogre, George, as Kay assumed, gulped and quickly ran back out of the room. Kay closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, trying to relieve the stress she was suddenly feeling. "You need a vacation," She told the tiny ruler. "You have no idea – well, I guess do, actually." He replied with a humorous tone. "What's so amusing?" She glared. "You seem to have acquired your mother's empathy." 'She was empathic?' "Yes," He answered, as if reading her thoughts. "Though it seemed to control her at some points. Instead of simply being aware of what those around her were feeling, it consumed her. She felt it tenfold. She required solitary confinement at times…" He added with a sad look, "But I'm sure that's nothing like you – and that's got to be a shock to you." Kay twitched. "… Right. You knew my mother?" "Oh yes," Koenma sighed, "Quite a fighter; cold and ruthless in battle, kindhearted and calm around her friends – at least to the best of her ability. She spent a great deal of time in the forest, probably for training purposes. She was a friend of a friend, that's how I came to meet her. I allowed her to stay here when she needed to be alone."
"Koenma, this has all been in past tense. Are you implying that my mother is dead?" 'She better be, if I had to grow up without her…' Kay thought bitterly. "Yes," Koenma nodded solemnly. "Your father killed her." This took Kay a second to register. "What?" "Your father killed her." He repeated, "It's a very long and complicated story, one I'm sure you don't wish to hear now." "Bullshit, talk baby." Kay glared at him. Koenma sighed, "Alright. Your parents were very much in love..."
:Flashback:
"Koenma!" A woman burst excitedly into the room. She had long, dark brown hair that fell softly around her face, accenting her milky skin, and vibrant green eyes that sparkled, bringing life to her delicate face. "Koenma!' She said, walking quickly over to his desk. Koenma looked up from his paperwork, "Yes, Cira?" Cira pushed the chair aside and picked up the tiny ruler, wearing a huge smile, "PUT ME DOWN!" he yelled at her. Paying no mind to him, Cira twirled him around the room, "Guess what?" "What in the three worlds could make you so happy!" "Dante asked me to be his mate!" She said, sparkling. The toddler stopped yelling and stared in awe, "Really? That's wonderful!" "I know!" "We're already expecting our first child." Came a deep voice from the doorway.
Cira turned to see a man with equally dark hair running in soft curls to his shoulders, with dark, penetrating eyes hidden behind the locks of hair that just wouldn't stay out of his face. Cira turned and ran to him, immediately embracing him in a hug. "Hello Dante," Koenma greeted him with a nod, "Congratulations." "Thank you. You don't usually let me stay here long, so I just came by say 'hello' and whisk my love away for a while." He smirked. "You'd be allowed to stay here longer if you turned yourself in and became a spirit detective as penance for your crimes." Koenma crossed his arms. Dante grinned as he held Cira's hand, "What fun is that?" He looked at Cira, "Come on, I've got a surprise." Cira smiled as they bolted out the door in a flash.
"Where are we?" Cira asked Dante. They were somewhere in the forest, but somewhere Cira had never been before – she found this odd, she thought she had been everywhere in the forest. "Our new home." Dante replied. Cira gave him a confused look, "In the for…est…?" She trailed off as she realized there was a house amazingly camouflaged right in front of her. It was built around the trees and had nature all throughout it. "Gaia," She breathed, "It's beautiful," "I thought you'd like it." He smiled at her, "And it doesn't disturb the forest- in fact, most of the creatures can't even see it." "Well I'm sure the wolves would." She said matter-of-factly. Dante chuckled, "Yes, I'm sure they would, but they don't mind; I already asked if it was alright." "Come on!" Cira grabbed Dante's hand and rushed inside, "Let's check out our new home!"
Years later
"Dante!" a terrified Cira cried out. It looked as if they were in the middle of a war zone: there was blood everywhere; bodies lay strewn about the place. Cira's eyes widened in horror as Dante was impaled with what looked like a sword made of flames. She was unable to run to him due to a broken leg, which had previously been ensnared in a bear-trap. "NO!" She screamed, sending a several ice daggers at the attacker. The attacker was a large man – no, demon. He had red eyes, long, silvery hair, and pointed ears. The demon pulled his fire sword out of Dante, allowing him to fall to the ground, and yanked out the ice daggers that had been lodged in him. "You'll pay for this, Jukka." Dante spat out as he lied on the ground, losing blood quickly. Jukka just grinned evilly and started towards Cira.
Cira let out a cry of rage. Her eyes suddenly became completely silver, her hair following suit. The metal trap that encased her broken leg froze over and was crushed with a feather-light touch. Cira stood up, balancing on one leg, looking incredibly pained and menacing at the same time. There was an icy blue aura surrounding her, "You've made your last mistake, Jukka." She said his name with disgust.
"This is how I love you, Cira: full of unbridled rage." He smirked. "How dare you speak her name, you bastard!" Dante's voice rang out behind him. Jukka turned to see Dante standing with rage burning in his eyes, "Cira, put up a shield!" Cira looked horrified, "NO! Dante, don't! You don't have enough spirit energy to surv-" "Just do it!" He didn't wait: "Die Jukka. ICE DRAGONS!" Jukka's eyes widened in shock. The ground began to tremble as a small crevice was formed, quickly turning into a veritable chasm going down into what seemed to be the pits of hell. Two twin dragons flew out of it, white as snow with icy blue eyes and black claws. "Kill Jukka." Dante commanded, and they flew at Jukka with such force that they created another chasm upon impact. As soon as the dragons were no longer to be heard, Dante collapsed.
Cira slowly let down her dome of ice; her sobs were almost unheard as she crawled as best she could over to her mate's body. "Dante no…" She put a hand on his face, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" Her screams echoed throughout the forest.
Cira sat alone in her room, lit only by the pale moonlight, holding a small, sleeping child. "My youngest," She cooed with tears in her eyes, "it shouldn't have been like this." There was a knock at the door, "Come in," Cira said shakily. The door creaked open and in walked a man masked by shadow. "Cira," the deep voice called to her. She looked up, "…Dante?" She breathed, "Dante is that you?" She set the child down on the bed next to her and rushed towards the figure.
"Dante," She said quietly as she embraced her mate. "I thought you died." Dante remained silent as he embraced Cira, noticing she was completely unaware of his intentions, he pulled out a dagger and swiftly slit her throat, making a quick, not so clean kill. The child on the bed was silent, but didn't stop him from noticing it. He slowly walked over to the bed, staring with a twisted fascination at the child.
Just then, Koenma burst into the room, in his teenage form, followed by a few guards, "Dante!" He screamed, staring in horror at Cira's body on the floor, "How could you!" Dante just laughed a cruel laugh, "It's what I do." He said simply, and jumped out the window, running off into the night. "After him!" Koenma ordered the guards, "Don't let him escape! I want trackers on him - get the psychics! GO!" He walked over to the bed and picked up the child, staring sadly at it. "Don't worry, you'll be safe." He glanced at Cira's body, lying on the floor, eyes open; showing the horror of betrayal still burning deep.