Previously:
She looked up in surprise at the hand that was extended to help her to her feet, the hand belonged to Kurama. "Thanks." She murmured politely, grasping his hand and hoisting herself to her feet.
It was then that she noticed the destruction around her, buildings had collapsed, there was nothing left standing for a square mile. "Did- I do this?" She asked, shocked.
"Yes, you did." Kuwabara said, swiftly dusting off his uniform.
"I-I'm sorry." Kurokawa looked at her feet.
"Don't apologize." Hiei said.
"What was- Naraku doing anyway?" Yusuke asked, "the thing with his hand?"
"I can't explain." Kurokawa said, unconscious fingers moving to the still throbbing flesh, "but it hurt like hell.
One of her arms remained at her side as she looked at them, "well, I have to go. My group, they might be looking for me now."
She turned as though to leave and felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder, "You are currently in no condition to go anywhere by yourself, you should stay with us for a while." Kuwabara said, smiling reasuringly at her.
"You have no business telling me what condition I am in." Kurokawa said coldly, "I am fine."
His hand slipped from her shoulder as she began to walk, milky hair swaying in the breeze, she couldn't show weaekness, not to anyone. They would make fun of her for it, call her a stupid hanyou. It had happened so many times before, so many times.
When she had moved some distance away from them- Kurokawa could feel the tears sliding freely down her cheeks, what would she do now? She had just given up her only chance at traveling with somebody to find her friends. She had given up time to heal her body, and protection from Naraku.
Now:
Kurokawa broke into a run, tripping at times, she couldn't stop now, not here! But the exhaustion was already beginning to settle in. Slowly she sank to her knees, gasping for breath, "Damn weak Hanyou." She cursed, attempting to stand only to find that her legs felt jelly-like and slid out from beneath her, causing her to spill again, "I won't go back!" She screamed to herself, "I won't!" She stuck out her lower lip stubbornly.
Slowly she dragged herself to her feet and forced herself to move, unaware that they were following closely behind her. 'Akimoto, I swear that Naraku will die by my hands.' She swore silently.
Quite suddenly a fork of lightning spiked across the sky and seconds later, a ground shaking crack of thunder (It isn't really fun being outside during one of these... O.O They aren't scary, but you know how some noises seem to vibrate through your body, well, this is one of them.) Rain poured from an angry sky, pounding down on Kurokawa who simply slumped her shoulders and continued to move in determination, even as another fork lit up the sky. The storm raged on violently about her, while inside she fought visciously against her own storm of emotions.
The soaking rain pounded down even harder, making it impossible to see anything in front of her. Kurokawa stumbled over unseen objects, often times falling violently on her hands and knees. Each time she stood shakily and continued to move. Strands of dripping white hair stuck to her face, causing little streams to form as the rain ran down her cheeks. Her defeated eyes glanced around for a way of identifying some sort of shelter from the chilling rain as her teeth began to chatter, "Weak... so weak." She chided herself, "just keep moving, it's only rain, it won't hinder me."
She leaned over, coughing tiredly, "Damn it." She sobbed, sinking to her knees, "why am I so weak?"
Kurokawa closed her eyes in defeat and lay down in the drowning rain, curling up god only knew where and drifted into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
With Yusuke and company
"Damn, does this kid ever give up?" Yusuke asked as he rubbed his arms to stay warm, "doesn't she realize that it's freezing out here?"
"Obviously it's going unnoticed." Kuwabara said around chattering teeth.
They were startled out of their reverie when the sound of thunder boomed in their ears. "Oh, great." Yusuke muttered, "now we get to run around in a storm, tell me, why are we following her again?"
"Koenma wants to speak with her, Yusuke." Kurama sighed heavily, "And you know that we can't take her by force- remember what happened during the battle."
Rain suddenly poured from the sky and loud cracks of thunder cut off anymore conversation that they intended to have at the time. The group could barely see the girl's outline as she continued on, and moments later she disappeared from sight. "What the hell?" Yusuke exclaimed, "Where'd she go?"
The group continued to walk slowly forward, in hopes of catching sight of the girl again, when suddenly Kuwabara tripped and fell over something soft. "Damn it Kuwabara, can't you watch where you're going?" Yusuke asked angrily as they stopped and turned to look at him.
"Hey! If I hadn't tripped, we wouldn't have found her!" Kuwabara said angrily.
"What?" Yusuke exclaimed as his friend dragged himself to his feet, a small burden in his arms.
"The girl didn't go anywhere Yusuke." Kuwabara said.
"Well, at least we can get out of the rain and back to Koenma now." Yusuke said, sighing in relief, "Where's Boton when you need her?"
"Right here!" The lady death called cheerily, appearing out of the rain on her oar, "one portal to the Spirit World coming up!"
She quickly opened a portal and the group swiftly stepped through, landing in Koenma's office. "Well, toddler, we got the girl." Yusuke said boredly.
"Don't call me that!" Koenma's face turned bright red with anger.
His gaze fixed itself on the sleeping form in Kuwabara's arms, "She is so young, but definately one of the two that opened a portal into our time from the future. Where is the second?" Koenma asked curiously.
Hiei stepped forward, "The second was absorbed by Naraku. He was her brother."
Kurokawa stirred restlessly and Kuwabara was forced to set her down on the floor so that he could stretch, "For a demon she has an awfully pure heart." He said, "what did Naraku want with her?" he asked.
"The girl possesses the Shikon no Tama." Koenma said from his chair behind a large desk.
"The Shikon no Tama?" Kurama asked, his curiousity aroused.
"Yes, the jewel of four souls." Koenma said.
"I thought that it dissappeared?" Hiei asked.
"It did," Koenma stood in his chair, "but it seems that it has now reappeared." His gaze was glued to the girl on his floor.
"So, why didn't he just kill the hanyou and take the jewel from her?" Yusuke asked the question that seemed to be on everybody's mind.
"Because, if she would have died then the jewel would have gone with her." Koenma said, "so he needed a way around killing her- his way was to taint her heart and thus the jewel."
Kurokawa blinked, which went unnoticed by those above her. Her eyes wandered the room slowly and came to rest on a toddler with a rather large blue hat. There was a pink strand that ran around it, written in black was the word 'Jr'. He wore yellow pants and a blue shirt with a red sash tied around it. A binky hung loosely from his mouth as he spoke. The only thing that confused Kurokawa was the clarity of his speech.
Her left arm lay uselessly below her on a hard floor as she looked at the rest of the room's occupants. There was Yusuke, Hiei, Kuwabara, Kurama, and a strange blue haired woman that Kurokawa didn't recognize. She sat up slowly, almost unsurely as a wave of sound reached her ears, causing her to wince at the force of it all. "What's going on?" Her voice was slightly slurred and she felt her face flush when the voices stopped and all eyes rested on her.
Her numb body became less so and a miniscule amount of pain returned to her, "What's wrong with your arm?" Kuwabara asked, noticing her tendancy to leave it at her side.
"It was an accident." Kurokawa said blankly, "it happened while a friend was trying to help me. Now tell me, where am I?"
"You're in my office." Koenma said blandly.
Kurokawa stood and peered at him, "Tell me, how is it that a mere toddler is in charge of anything?" She asked curiously, poking him with her index finger.
This act of curiousity caused the others to howl with laughter while Hiei looked at the scene in disgust. "Don't call me a toddler! I'm over 700 years old!" Koenma said haughtily.
"You sure don't look it." Kurokawa said, poking him again, which caused him to topple backwards in his chair.
"Damn it stop poking me!" He exclaimed.
Kurokawa's face got deathly serious, "and what would you do if I didn't? Kill me?" She asked in a soft tone, she stopped anyway, but her comment called silence among the group, "Can I leave now? I'm supposed to be searching for somebody."
"No, you can't leave." Koenma said, standing back up.
"And just why not damn it!" Kurokawa asked furiously, feeling her miko powers swarming to the surface, "you can't keep me here!"
"Calm down." Kurama said, approaching her slowly, "we aren't going to hurt you."
"Why did you bring me here?" Kurokawa asked wide-eyed, backing away, wincing as she took a deep shaky breath that expanded her chest painfully, "did you come for the Shikon no Tama like Naraku? Well, as I told that bastard, I don't have it. It dissappeared years ago."
"You have the jewel but that is not why we brought you here." Koenma said, "why are you here? In this time?"
Kurokawa blanched, "that's none of your business!" She said angrily.
"Just answer the damn question." Yusuke glared at her.
Kurokawa glared at the floor, "I don't have to." She said bluntly, her shoulders shaking as she suppressed sobs.
Koenma glared at her, "Answer my question, you damned hanyou!" He said angrily.
"Don't call me that!" Kurokawa's eyes were suddenly full of anger, she clenched her fists, "I don't answer to anybody, do you understand!"
She slammed her fist onto the desk before her and pieces of splintered wood were flung through the air at alarming speeds. The pieces embedded themselves into the walls as paper fluttered uselessly to the ground. Koenma, having dashed beneath his chair at the sight of her angry fist peered at the demolished desk in wonder.
"I'm leaving now." She said coolly, turning towards the door.
She felt a hand grasp her shoulder and whirled around to face whomever had dared to touch her- it was Kurama. "Don't go just yet, answer the question and then we'll help you to find your friends." He said.
Kurokawa sighed, "There is no life in the future, people, demons and humans alike are forced to hide from Naraku and his army of the undead. A group of people are k-killed- a group that could have defeated him and brought hope back to the people. It was just me and my brother left then, but Naraku always had his eye on us, wherever we went he was there, practically begging us to join him. It was the only way to prevent the imminent destruction of the world."
His grip slid from her arm in mild shock, "the destruction of the world?" Kuwabara asked, "who are the people that are so important to the side of the living right now?"
"They are the group that I am traveling with currently, which is why it was so important to get back to them, the new moon is not far off!" Kurokawa said tiredly.
"What's so important about the new moon?" Yusuke asked skeptically.
"That is the night that Inuyasha becomes human, the night that my father is changed forever." Kurokawa said in frustration.
"Your father?" Koenma asked.
"What's with all the questions?" Kurokawa asked, dancing back and forth on her heels, "I need to find them as soon as I can."
"If you leave now you'll die you know." Boton said, "your body can't take much more injury."
"There are more important things at stake here right now and I'm willing to risk everything to fix things for the people of the future." Kurokawa stated, "Even if it means losing my life in the process."
By then she was out of breath, "You still have a few days- a week at most-" Kurokawa cut Kurama off.
"I can't rest however, not yet." Inwardly she was protesting with herself, but managed to keep her inward struggle for control to herself.
"You're stubborn, I'll give you that." Yusuke said casually from behind her.
Before Kurokawa could do anything, pain exploded behind her eyes, "OW! You stupid jerk what the hell was that for?" She whirled on him, feeling the very air in the room whirl with her moment of fury, "are you trying to give me more injuries or something?"
Yusuke looked surprised, "That usually works..."
Kurokawa growled angrily, clenching her fists even as the headache increased greatly. She felt her legs grow shaky and determidly kept her gaze fixed on Yusuke, an image of Naraku flashed before her eyes and she cringed. Koenma cleared his throat, "Maybe you should see a doctor." He said unsurely.
Kurokawa fell to her knees and turned her gaze towards him before she fell forward. Her hair billowed around her face as she lay in an unconscious heap on the floor, the last thought that swept through her mind before the darkness took over was, 'Such a weak hanyou...'
With Kagome and the others
Kagome stepped out of the well house, and into a curtain of heavy rain. She gasped and turned to the others, "to my house!" She called as a bolt of lightning flitted across the sky.
Yuki happened to glance at the ground not far from the well house, and a strangled cry escaped his lips as he caught sight of Kurokawa's Tetsusaiga lying forgotten in the rain. Swiftly he moved to pick it up, using the cloth of his shirt to hold it before following the others once more. None had noticed that he had stopped, so no one had waited.
The group hurried across the saturated ground and into Kagome's house. "What now!" Ishimaru groaned impatiently, glancing at Yuki, "How are we going to go look for her in this?" His eyes fell on the sword, "Is that-"
"Yes, this is her sword." Yuki clutched it tighter in his hand, feeling that if he let go he would lose her forever, "Kuro." Yuki muttered, "it will not end like this, I will find you, I promise."
Kagome glanced at him sympathetically before moving to the kitchen- where she froze as she saw the sea of blood- her blood- that seemed to flood the room, she turned, sickened. Kagome came face to face with Nakamura, "What's wrong?" He asked, his gaze falling on the closed door of the kitchen.
"I can't- go in there." Kagome said.
"Why not?" Nakamura stepped forward and slid the door open silently.
His mouth fell as he took in the scene, "what happened in there?"
Kagome's memory
Kagome went sprawling, falling into the kitchen where she saw her mother hovering over the stove, "Mom?" She whispered cautiously.
The woman turned and Kagome could see the same dead eyes on her, the woman screeched and leapt at Kagome, she held a knife in her hand and slashed violently, "Mom?" Kagome knew that she hadn't lost all control yet.
"Will not let you become one of us!" She hissed, cutting Kagome across the stomach.
Kagome cried out in pain and stumbled backwards, "No!" She screamed as the blade was planted in her chest, it just barely missed her heart and lungs.
The girl gasped and stumbled back as the blade was wrenched from her body.
End
Kagome shivered and clutched at the now aching wounds on her chest and stomach, "Mom was trying to keep me from that fate." Was all she managed to say before sliding to the ground.
"What are you talking about?" Nakamura knelt before her, his eyes locked with hers.
"When a person is bitten and changed, they maintain control over their lives for only a few minutes, and then they become those... those beasts..." Kagome's voice was muffled as she buried her face in her lap, "my mother attempted to keep me from that fate."
Nakamura drew in a sharp breath as the others made their way over to the two, "Kagome, why is the scent of your blood so strong in here?" Inuyasha asked in concern, "Your wounds haven't reopened have they? Well... we should replace the bandages anyway, ne?"
Kagome merely glanced at the floor as Sesshomaru peered into the kitchen, he nearly collapsed at the sight, he had nearly lost Kagome that night, though he had no idea how close she had been to death. The blood was everywhere, how had she managed to escape with her life was beyond him.
He turned back as Kagome stood unsteadily, clutching at her chest. Sesshomaru noticed something then- the crimson liquid that was seeping through her shirt, "Kagome, those bandages need changed!" He said, looking at her dizzy eyes.
Hurriedly he lifted her and took her into the living room, laying the semi-unconsious girl on the couch. Without a second though he gently pulled off her shirt and began to unwrap the bloody bandages. The others stood around as three large, deep wounds were revealed. One in her chest, one that slashed across her stomach, and another one that resided on her thigh. Damp wash rags were brought in, and the wounds were cleaned and rebandaged. Nakamura looked at the wounds in shock, realizing that all the blood in the kitchen was hers.
With Kurokawa
She opened her eyes to realize that she was lying on a rather cozy bed, covered with a light blanket. An elderly woman fussed over her, occasionally wiping at Kurokawa's forehead with a cool cloth. "Who- are you?" Kurokawa asked, feeling her throat constricting with protest.
"Oh! My goodness dear, you gave me a start, my name is Hara, and I am your nurse, you had quite a close call I must say."
"I... have to go." Kurokawa sat up weakly, "I need to..." She grunted and leapt out of the bed, "Get out of here."
"You should rest!" The nurse protested, approaching her with a needle.
Kurokawa squealed and leapt away from the object, moving swiftly towards an open window. She leapt out and was instantly engulfed in a strange blue portal. When she opened her eyes, she realized that she was back in the city, where she had broken through Naraku's control. Kurokawa moved forward, determined to find Shippo at all costs.
With Koenma
Koenma was signing important documents when Hara rushed inside, she instantly collapsed before his new desk, "Lord Koenma, sir, the girl has run away!"
"What!" Koenma exclaimed, "how?"
"She's learned how to create portals, sir, I saw it myself, she leapt out the window and disappered into one!"
Koenma hurriedly called upon his spirit detectives, and the four were there almost instantly, "What's wrong?" Kuwabara asked upon seeing Koenma's look of rage.
"That damn girl ran away from the hospital and somehow created a portal back to her city." Koenma stood.
Yusuke began to laugh rather histerically, "you mean that she got around your perfect security system?"
"Oh, shut up!" Koenma growled, "your job is to find her."
Boton was suddenly in the room, and cheerfully opened a portal for the four detectives, "Off you go now!" She said in a chipper voice.
The four were pitched back into an eerily silent world.
With Kurokawa
Kurokawa walked silently through the empty streets, where she was attacked by two people, a man and a woman. "We won't let you eat us!" The girl screeched.
"Hey!" Kurokawa exclaimed, "Stop it, I'm not one of them for god's sake!"
The man stopped and looked at her suspiciously, "Look, my name is Kurokawa, okay?" She said, trying to assure them that she was in fact alive.
"I am Sakamoto Ayumi, and that is Yamashita Kaito." The girl spoke in a soft, whispery voice, "why are you out here alone anyway? It's dangerous."
"I'm actually looking for my group now- would you two care to join us?" Kurokawa looked at them questioningly.
"There are actually more of us, believe it or not, about twenty." Yamashita said quietly.
Yamashita had hazel eyes and short black hair that appeared disheveled. He had a nice build as far as she could tell. Sakamoto had green eyes, her black hair was tied back into a ponytail. "20... that's amazing!" Kurokawa exclaimed, "we've been searching for days and then I was... separated from my group, we have about nine..."
"9? you're group then, is the largest we've come across, our group was merely groups of three or four until we found eachother and banded together. Everyday two scouts are sent out to search for other survivors, but there has been no luck until now." Sakamoto said excitedly.
"Yeah, but you must understand, my group is rather... unique." Kurokawa said uncomfortably.
"If you mean that there are demons in your group, we've got a few ourselves." Yamashita said cautiously.
Kurokawa's face broke into a relieved grin, "At least they won't be frightened then."
"You yourself are a demon, ne?" Sakamoto asked, eying Kurokawa's white hair and golden eyes.
"Yes." Kurokawa said softly, "I am."
Yamashita took a step back in surprise, "so, where do your alliances lie? Not with Naraku I hope." He asked coldly.
Kurokawa felt a nauseating pain rise in her chest at the mention of his name and nearly collapsed, an image of her brother being absorbed into his body pushed it's way into her mind, "I would never be with that bastard!" She spat, clutching at her chest, why the hell wouldn't it stop hurting?
Sakamoto stepped towards her, "he has hurt you?"
Kurokawa looked away and refused to answer, still the image of her brother remained behind, "Yes." She said at last, "he has taken everything that I have held dear and destroyed them... he tried to control my body to kill the spirit detectives, but there was no way I was going to hurt them."
"spirit detectives?" Yamashita asked curiously, "Do you mean Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei?"
Kurokawa took a swift step back, "Ye-es." She said slowly, and unsurely.
"We, they're actually a part of our group, although they disappear rather often, they've made it obvious as to why it happens." Sakamoto said, smiling.
"Nani!" Kurokawa gasped, "they're with you?"
"That's what she said." Yamashita said impatiently.
"Oh..." Kurokawa groaned, "that's not fair..."
Her nose twitched as she suddenly caught Naraku's scent nearby, Kurokawa turned quickly and came face to face with the demon, "I was wondering where you got off too, Kurokawa, we still haven't finished."
He raised his hand and Kurokawa took a quick step back, "No!" She cried out, "leave me alone, damn it!"
She was suddenly thrown into a world of pain as the hand thrust itself into her chest, "I will succeed!" He growled, holding her shoulder with his other hand.
His gaze fell on the two terrified humans, "don't even try to interfere or your pitifully short lives will be cut shorter." He growled.
Kurokawa's eyes glazed over as she attempted to retreat into her mind.
In another of her many memories
I watched as Shippo and Akimoto train, angry that they had not let me practice as well. The two swung at each other with their weapons. I was rather surprised when a sword fell on my head, blearily I picked it up and gasped, it was my father's sword the Tesusaiga! Excitedly I ran to where the two boys practiced and showed them the sword, "Where did you get that!" Akimoto asked, anger apparent in his eyes.
"It fell out of the sky!" I said, glaring at him.
"Kuro, you shouldn't lie!" Akimoto said, grabbing at the sword that was clutched in my hands.
"I'm not lying!" I cried, feeling bitter tears fill my eyes, "I have the bump to prove it!"
"You're so clumsy." Akimoto said, brushing his hand through her hair, "you shouldn't try to cover that up."
"Damn it Akimoto, have you ever known me to tell a lie?" I asked in exasperation.
"Well... there was that time-" Akimoto began, grinning.
Furiously I backed away from him, "okay, how about this!" I said, "Why don't we battle, if I win, you must believe me!"
Akimoto shot Shippo a cocky look that said, 'this'll be a piece of cake.'
Shippo only chuckled and shook his head as we took our stances. Akimoto was the first to attack, which was a bad move. I easily saw through his move and shoved my sword into the ground. Quickly I lashed out with my fist and caught him in the center of his forehead. Akimoto groaned and fell, unconscious. Worriedly I ran to his side, just as his eyes fluttered open, "now you have to believe me." I said triumphantly.
Here we go again... a whole 'nother memory...
I sat at my desk, writing a poem. At times I would bite the end of my pencil, but after about an hour I had the poem written.
Untitled By: Kurokawa
Rain runs in icy rivers,
Down the cheeks of a sorrowfull child,
No one seems to accept her,
The lonesome little girl,
All day she sits in the rain,
Salty tears mixing with the water,
Wondering what she had done,
To become an outcast,
Hated by her peers,
Pitied by adults,
Left alone to mourn for the deaths,
Of those whom she cared so much,
Left alone, condemned to hell,
Unsure of where to go,
She turned to the blade in her hand,
Cutting into the tender flesh of her wrists,
Watching as a dark red substance flooded to the surface,
Nobody stopped her,
No one cared enough to try,
Satisfaction filled her as she watched her life bleeding away,
The life of an insignificant child,
She would soon join her loved ones in death,
Be with those who cared about her,
She wouldn't suffer another day filled with hatred and sorrow,
This was it,
Her time had come.
Suddenly soft green eyes peered into hers,
Delicately a pair of hands grasped at the bleeding flesh,
Wrapping the wounds in fabric torn from a shirt,
Caring arms enbraced her,
Surrounding the girl in the other's mysterious scent,
"Why?" She asked, tears in her eyes, "why save the life of one as insignificant as I?"
"You do matter." The stranger replied, "don't do this,
For weeks I've watched them taunt you,
And only now am I able to do something to help mend that wound,
Let me mend the wounds,
Let me be your friend." (yes, this is actually a poem that I've written myself...)
I sighed, glad to have finally written a lengthy one, unlike my other two When will the Rain Cease and The Wanderer. Silently I rolled the words over in my mind.
When will the Rain Cease?
The day is freezing,
Yet it continues to rain,
An ice cold drizzle,
When will it be through,
This rain that never ceases,
When will it be over,
The leaves are drowning,
Those that couldn't turn around,
When will the rain cease,
And allow the ground,
Time to dry and grow green plants,
To prepare once more,
For the coming rain,
That will drown the earth again,
When will the rain cease?
The Wanderer:
Alone and forgotten,
In a place dark and lonely,
Where the heart is ceaselessly re-broken,
Nobody cares for the lost wanderer,
The black shadow that cries in the night,
Everything has been lost, no longer is there hope,
For this lost wanderer is all alone.
Death remains ever at hand,
First one fell, then the other,
Leaving an orphan behind,
Hoping beyond hope that death would come swiftly,
Instead he was left behind, wandering aimlessly about,
Wondering why they had left him behind.
He was left alone, forgotten in a dark place,
His heart was broken when they left him behind,
He cries in the night, begs for death to take him,
He is the lonely wanderer. (All three are written by me...)
My mind went to my fourth poem, which also remained untitled-
The place was dark,
Nothing could be seen through the thick blanket of darkness,
Left alone,
To fend for herself
A shy, young, child shivers in the dark,
The dark that terrifies her,
Nobody to comfort her in her moment of need,
Unsure if living was really worth the terrors,
Daily, those whom she thought cared would taunt her,
Terrorize her to no end,
Not a sole stepped out of the shadows to defend her,
She shivered once more before decisively stepping forward
Instantly her ears were awash with voices,
Voices that spoke nothing more than lies,
Voices that constantly put her down,
"You can't do it you loser!" One would cry,
"You're to weak and ugly!" Another jeered,
The lies that spurred forth were endless,
For in truth, the girl was anything but ugly,
Long black hair cascaded down her back,
Ending in delicate curls just above her knees,
Caring blue eyes, constantly shining with tears,
Peered out of a delicately molded face,
One voice stood out among all the others,
The voice portrayed kindness,
"You can do it, follow your heart."
The other was thrust alongside her,
Forced to listen to the jeering voices,
All because she had shown her compassion,
Had shown that she was not just some heartless human,
Not a part of the masses,
Unwilling to be a follower,
The two of them stood strong against the others,
Until, one day, they disappeared,
Neither were seen again,
Although sometimes you could hear a whispery voice,
A voice calling out for others to disobey,
To do what needed to be done,
To think for themselves,
And abandon those who could not be trusted,
Those that went along with the teasing just to belong to a crowd,
To be accepted in society,
They lost their identities,
I guess that's the price you pay,
When you want to be a part of the crowd,
Losing yourself amongst them,
There is hardly ever a return,
No chance at regaining the things that you lost,
The girl's message was, "Be yourself,
Don't choose to do something because others do it,
Choose to do it because you want to,
Preserve your identity,"
Shadows are seen,
Moving carefully through the angry masses,
To a better place filled with happiness.
I leaned back in my chair, hearing the comforting 'pops' as my back cracked. Akimoto stuck his head in the door, a smile playing on his lips. "What the hell do you want?" I asked, smiling all the same.
"Writing again, I see, dear sister?" He stepped into the room and peered at my newest creation, "That's... awsome!" He exclaimed, "maybe one day you will become a well known poet."
"Maybe." I sighed and turned back to the papers.
The third one in a row...
I watched as my father made his way towards me, eyes wide, "My god! You've gotten so big, Kuro!" He exclaimed, wrapping me in his arms.
"Daddy!" I cried, grasping at his shoulders with my tiny hands, "I've missed you!"
"And I you." I felt his shoulders begin to shake, and a warm liquidy substance fell onto my cheek.
I looked at him sincerely, "you don't have to cry, one day Akimoto, mamma, and I will free you."
He looked at me lovingly, "Thank you sweety." He murmured softly.
"Time for bed, Kuro, it's late." My mother said softly.
"But mamma, I'm 3 and a 1/2, I'm old enough to stay up!" Even as I said it, I felt myself yawn, "besides, I want to be with daddy as much as I can before-"
Catching myself I sealed my lips and looked away, "before what?" My mother's eyes fell on me curiously.
"B-before the bad thing happens, several years from now." Quickly I leapt out of my father's arms and ran to my room, burying my face in my pillow.
"It's soon, isn't it?" Akimoto asked sadly, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Yes." I called from the recesses of my pillow, "Very soon, there is no chance for either of them."
"Kuro, understand that these happenings are not your fault, whatever is supposed to happen, you did not cause it." Akimoto said, "you see the future, you do not cause it."
"Akimoto, I hate that there's nothing I can do, if daddy finds out he'll kill himself, and when he doesn't come during the full moons, mamma will f-fall on her knife, I've seen all the possible outcomes, there's nothing that we can do for them." I sobbed into my pillow, "No matter what, we will lose both of them."
A floorboard creaked near the door, and I knew that father had been listening, he knew something would happen, but not what it would be specifically. "Daddy!" I wailed, leaping from my bed and towards the open window. Akimoto watched in horror as I leapt outside and into the empty streets.
Old, broken down buildings loomed up on either side of the road. Debris marred my path in places, forcing me to find alternate routes until I made it to my destination- an old, broken down, rusted park that I came to frequently when I was down, "daddy, I'm going to miss you when the bad thing happens." I said tearfully, sitting on an old swing and pumping my legs.
I went higher and higher, hardly realizing that I nearly went over the bar several times. I was suddenly aware that somebody had grabbed the swing and suddenly I fell into father's arms.
"Daddy?" I squeaked.
He looked at me seriously, "You're too young to have such worries on your shoulders."
"I don't ask for them." I yawned and curled up in his arms, "They're just there..."
"You should sleep now." He whispered gently, "I will see you during the next full moon."
It didn't take long for me to drift off in his arms.
another memory...
I smiled rather sadly at my mother, knowing that she had only been trying to help when she said that Shippo's body was not among the massacred. She sighed heavily and drew me into a tight hug, "you're father's coming to visit tonight, maybe he can help us to find Shippo."
I felt my throat constrict at the thought of this night's events, this would be the night of horrors. "Mother-" I choked out, burying my face in her shirt.
She suddenly began to breath shallowly, "Your- father is here, Kuro, go to your room now!"
"Mother," I whispered so softly that she couldn't hear me, "I will prevent this from happening, somehow..."
Quickly I hid, just out of my mother's sight, and watched as my father made his way towards her. He raised a clawed hand, and just as he brought it down, in an attempt to kill her, I leapt between the two. I screamed in pain as his claws raked across my back, leaving deep, gouges where his claws had struck. "Kuro!" My mother wailed as I collapsed, "Kuro, I told you to go to your room, why did you do that!"
"Mother-" I gasped, "This event has played itself over and over in my mind since I was three, I can't stand the thought of the deaths of either of you... you'll end up leaving Aki-Akimoto and me alone. We won't have anyone!"
I watched as father lifted mother away from me and tore at the flesh of her wrist with his teeth before throwing her to the ground, where her body began to jerk. Her eyes dulled, "no, mother!" I screamed helplessly from the ground as I saw her last breath escape her. Quite suddenly the older woman sat up and stared at her hands uselessy, "Nooo..." She moaned, pulling herself to her feet, her empty gaze fell on me, "Kuro, kill Kagome."
My shoulders shook as I crawled to my feet, "Mother-"
She shook her head, "It only way to deplete Naraku's forces, do now."
I raised my hand above my head, "I-I'll bring you back mother, save both you and father from this fate."
Squeezing my eyes shut, I brought the hand back down and felt it break mother's skull. The woman collapsed, a relieved smile on her face as I sank to my knees.
A shadow loomed over me, and I saw father's look of horror at mother's body, "Kagome!" He shouted, running to her side, "Kagome, no!"
"F-father?" I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Get the tetsusaiga, Kuro." He said, keeping his gaze on mother.
I ran for the sword, and brought it back to father. The world began to reel around me and I collapsed. Sometime later, unsure as to how much time had passed I sat up. "Father?" I called, my mouth feeling as though it were filled with sand.
"Kuro!" Akimoto exclaimed kneeling over me, "I thought that I had lost you too!"
I felt his shoulders shaking as he grasped me in his arms, "Where's father?"
"Kuro... father is d-dead, and so is mother." Akimoto's voice sounded forced.
"Dead?" I sqeaked, "No!"
Thankfully, rather than rushing to another painful memory, Kurokawa slipped into an empty black void.
A/N Well then, there's chapter five, hope you guys liked it, took forever to write, but hey, I don't mind... Anyway, I want at least 2 review before I update chapter 6
Chapter 6: Yuki to the rescue!; And the number increased...
Yuki is determined to save Kurokawa from Naraku's clutches, and Yamashita's group joins up with them... Will Yuki be able to save Kurokawa? Or will he lose her to the darkness? Tune in next time to find out!
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Fujiwara Rie: Thanks! Your review was much appreciated, though I hope to get more...
Hara: >Stops dragging Akako around and blinks> Well, now, why can't we get more?
Akako: >Pulls herself out of Hara's grasp> Don't do that again!
Hara: I was only trying to help... >Pouts>
Akako: Think of different methods... methods that are a little less threatening to my well being...
Hara: >Tearfully> Okay...
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